So like i don’t mind Prince Lance being Allura’s brother
but like imagine if he was from another kingdom on the planet. A rival kingdom they have high tensions with so set up an arranged marriage between the two that neither was happy with? (Lance enjoying being free to flirt with Allura without it actually meaning anything, without Allura pretending to giggle while glaring holes into his head)
A kingdom they had a good trades relationship with?
A smaller kingdom that Alfor’s thought was ‘beneath them’ and ‘needed enlightment and to be taught proper civil ways’
A kingdom not so happy with Alfor having a powerful weapon like Voltron and demanding assurances it won’t be used against them (causing the arranged marriage, or maybe an arranged marriage to Lotor since his father in the head of Voltron, or maybe causing Lance to become the blue paladin).
i just really love the idea of Lance being altean royalty with a more interesting connection to Allura than family, you know?
Can someone please explain to me why am I so invested in the idea that two fictional characters would make and great couple and it’s incredibly obvious that they really love each other but don’t have the guts to act on their desires, so the end result is me losing sleep over these two fictional characters that do not exist and their love is as fictional as them but for me it’s the most important thing?
I hardly see any posts out there about this so I guess I’ll be the one to do it.
To all my beautiful followers with eczema, vitiligo, birthmarks, psoriasis, or any other skin condition-you are beautiful.
For all my lovely guys, girls, and non binary friends going to prom this year and feeling self conscious as hell-I love you & you are beautiful. You slay in that dress or tux. I know it’s not easy but your skin condition does not define you.
Request: Can u do a smut about Ashton being ur dads best friend and u have a crush on him. And one night u were home alone cause ur parents went to visit ur grandma so u invited one of ur guy friends and when u were about to do it with him Ashton came and made the boy leave and punishes u with his daddy kink
Requested by: crazyfandommasterlist
A/N: HI guys I’m so excited to post this first smut on my page. I’ve written smut for years but have never published it. I hope you guys like it but that you understand that is very graphic and sexual in nature. Therefore if you are not comfortable with that please do not read. Thanks you all so much, enjoy!
I was sitting in my room doing homework when my parents call me down stairs. Groaning, I get up from my desk and trudge down stairs. When I walk into the living room they are both sitting on the couch and my dad’s best friend Ashton is sitting in one of the chairs. I stop dead in my tracks and cross my arms awkwardly. If I would have known Ashton was here I would have changed and ran down to them immediately. I’ve always thought he was extremely attractive and have slowly fallen in love with him over the years. His laugh is intoxicating, his music so full of soul, and his heart being the kindest I’ve ever encountered. As I’ve gotten older I’ve almost felt like he’s feeling the same way, but sadly I can never know for sure and even if he did there was no way he would act on those feelings. To him I’m probably just his mate’s kid.
“Y/N sit down, honey.” My mom says and I do calmy, but also very confused on what is happening.
My dad sighs. “So you’re not going to like this, but since we are going to be on vacation all next week and you have to stay home for school, we want Ashton to check in on you every now and then just to make sure you’re okay…”
I scoff. “Like a babysitter?” I’m eighteen years old and my parents can even trust me to stay home by myself, how typical. “This is ridiculous…” I say, but then trail off. Ashton and I by ourselves with my parents away? Who knows what could happen… but still I’m not a child and this is my senior year.
“I know you want to be treated like an adult, but we worry.” My mom says.
Nodding and shrugging still I look over at Ashton and he finally speaks up. “I promise I won’t be too… overbearing…”
A few days have passed since that conversation with my parents. Since they are out I thought I’d take advantage of this opportunity. I pick up my phone and dial Sam. Sam and I have strictly friends with benefits. Hell not even really friends. We mess around and fuck from time to time and then we just leave each other alone. It’s not my ideal situation, I mean I’d like to be in an actual relationship with someone some day, but it’s been since anyone has shown any interest and well… a girl has got needs. Sam says he’s on his way and I freshen up a bit.
“It’s Sam.” He says coming inside knowing I left the door unlocked for him.
I call back to him turning off the tv. “Upstairs.”
He comes up stairs and kicks his shoes off immediately along with taking his hoodie off. “How are you?”
“About to be a whole lot better you?” I say waiting for him.
“Agreed…” He mumbles and pulls me down to sit with him on the bed. “You ready to go?” I nod and he kisses me roughly.
For a while we just get warmed up by making out and running our hands over each other. He takes his shirt off and swiftly pulls me onto his lap. I can feel myself getting more and more worked up as he grasps my hips to help me firmly to grind against him.
“Fuck Y/N…” He says.
“Yeah, What the fuck Y/N?!” A voice other than Sam’s rings through the room and we both jump in shock to see Ashton standing in the doorway.
“Ashton?!” I say confused and embarrassed.
He comes up to me pulls me off of Sam’s lap and looks at Sam with a look that could kill. “Get out…. Now.”
Sam picks up all of his stuff and practically runs out of the door. “Ashton! Are you serious that’s so un-!” I go to start yelling and complaining, but he pulls me close to him and gives me the same look he gave Sam.
“Is this what you do when your parents are away? Invite boys over to fuck you? Can you imagine what your parents would say about this Y/N? Do you have any idea how much trouble your in?” He asks deeply and roughly.
Quietly I whimper out. “Please don’t tell them….”
He sighs heavily and lets me go. “Sit on the bed.” I give him a strange and confused look. “Sit. On. The. Bed.” He repeats, obviously not pleased. I do as he says and become suddenly aware that I’m still only in a bra and cloth shorts. I cross my arms over myself feeling very vulnerable in front of him. “Y/N I’m not going to tell your parents you’re eighteen for god’s sake.” He says sharply, obviously still pissed and pauses walking up to me and placing one of his huge muscular hands on my cheek caressing it with his thumb. “But you still need to be punished darling… and I think you and I both know Daddy’s the one you want to punish you.”
I look at him shocked and gasp surprised at his forwardness. Is this really happening? Am I dreaming? Fuck I need to say something, just do it. “Yes, Daddy.” I shyly and quietly say.
Ashton wraps a hand around my throat firmly in the most intoxicating way. “Louder princess…”
“Yes, Daddy.” I say more confidentiality, but my voice still quivering.
He growls. “On my lap.” He demands sitting on my bed and I follow his directions immediately. “Good girl, of course now you can listen….” I smile a little bit, even though I’m so nervous I’m almost shaking. “Now even though you need to be punished if you need to stop your safeword is pineapples. Tell me if you understand.”
“I understand Daddy.” I say and I can feel his fingers slowly unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor.
He groans and massages them lightly with his hands. I gasp at the coldness and the sudden touch. “Oh babygirl you are so beautiful… take the rest of your clothes off for Daddy, yeah?” He asks and I stand up a little awkwardly stripping for him. “So beautiful, you are a masterpiece Y/N… get back here.” He commands, and again, I follow his orders but this time he stops me in front of him. He runs his hands all over my skin and curves while turning me in a slow circle. He then takes his clothes off besides his boxers and stands in front of me. I reach out to finally feel his body but he bats my hand away. “You haven’t even been punished yet…”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I tell him and he smiles a small smile before sitting on the bed and draping me over his lap.
“Count them or you’ll get more…” He warns spanking my butt making me wince in pain and moan in pleasure. In all the fantasies I’ve ever had of Ashton I never dreamed he would have ever been as kinky as I’ve always been but now I’ve been proven wrong.
He spanks me 20 times by the time he’s done there are tears running down my cheeks. Ashton pulls me up and hold me close. “It’s okay… Daddy’s here… I’ve got you.” He whispers his tone and demeanor completely changing. I pull back and look at him for a moment and then with a leap of faith I kiss him. He’s kissing me back and it’s the most passionate kiss I’ve ever experienced, My breath is almost taken away by it. He immediately, then shifts us so that I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me. He kisses down my body and I wrap my fingers up in his hair.
“Daddy.” I moan once he gets to my heat and starts softly teasing my clit.
He chuckles and yanks his boxers off throwing them somewhere out of view. We start kissing again and he thrusts into me roughly making me squeal a little in pain. He holds me close, whispering that it’s okay and that he’s got me in between hard thrusts. “You feel so much better than I ever imagined fuck.” He groans.
Meanwhile, I’m moaning and whimpering too much to even respond, but soon he flips me over and stands me on all fours. I moan loudly at the new position while tightly grasping at the bed sheets. With one hand he reaches under me and rubs my clit, making my pleasure even more intense than before and he used the other to firmly hold onto my hip which I’m positive with have a handprint on it even tomorrow. “Who’s your Daddy?” He asks groaning.
I moan out getting so incredibly close to my orgasm. “You are Daddy, oh my god I’m close.”
“Hold for Daddy, baby girl, just a minute longer.” He tells me and I try as hard as possible and when my legs start shaking he finally gives me the okay.
I hit my high so hard and I know he hits his when I feel his load on my butt and lower back. “Oh god.” I gasp, still feeling the orgasm race through my veins.
“I’ll be right back.” He whispers.
Ashton disappears for a minute and then I feel him wipe the cum off of me. He picks me up in his hard and carries me to the shower, which I can know hear water running from.
He takes me into the shower and lets the warm water hit us both. Then kissing me passionately and roughly and whispers. “I love you.”
I look up at him. “You do?”
He nods. “I have for awhile… and seeing you with that… that… that kid I couldn’t take it anymore, you had to be mine…”
“W-what about my parents?” I ask confused. “They would never accept us… they think you’re like my uncle…”
“Thought maybe I could follow you to whatever college you decide on… keep us for a secret for a while… find the right time eventually or maybe not…. But I mean all that only if you’d want me too…” He explains still holding me close.
My eyes light up in happiness, and I pull him down and kiss him. “I love you too… and I like that plan a lot.”
He chuckles. “I’m glad… This isn’t the way I was planing to tell you by the way. Thought we’d go on some dates first or something. Something more romantic… you deserve more that a surprise fuck.”
I laugh and blush at him. “We can still do that… I’d like that a lot.”
“Well, I mean I could just take you to my place while your parents are away… watch over you a little more closely… I mean just for your safety obviously…” He winks at me.
“Only if you help me pack.” I tease him playfully.
“You got yourself a deal baby, I love you.” He says.
I grin at him and kiss him softly. “I love you too Daddy.”
Somebody asked for 9 and 23 before you, so I’ll just have to make 4 extra
4. Favorite character(s)?
Gil! This dork is not only easily my favorite character in the work, he’s
one of my favorite characters ever overall, of the do-a-happy-dance-when-they-show-up-in-a-scene
variety. Here’s an incomplete list of premium Gil things:
Reacts to crises by acting his way through them like a two-bit street
Her vile cat slandered his good name.
Has somehow garnered a widely known reputation as some kind of Lothario
while almost definitely being a demisexual virgin.
Sort of…I don’t know if this is on purpose? But Gil is kind of
tailor-made for Phil’s art style.
Phil Foglio has developed a style of bendy,
cartoonish art with body language exaggerated for effect where specific proportions are variable depending on scene and mood. Gil is super compatible with it
because he embodies these things in-universe more than anybody else. He’s
weirdly athletic beyond artistic license, and emotes with his entire body
ditto. He’s built like a brick chimney thanks to his father, but moves like a
gymnast – except when he’s channeling Klaus’ looming body language on purpose. Look, I
love this kind of thing, sorry.
Seriously. That physicality tho.
Gil has really attuned me to the fun of hyperphysical characters
To Whom Gravity Is Nothing.
(Dick Grayson, Adrien Agreste… Can I seriously not think of any girls who have this as a salient trait? Characters who can literally float don’t count. Somebody rec me something.)
Nothing to see here, I’m just HANGING OVER THE EDGE OF AN ABYSS.
HE’S SO EXTRA.
In a world where stories are very important, keeps trying to leverage a
reputation he does not have.
Look. A character like this is pretty difficult to
write well. Smart characters, first off, are tricky. You don’t have
to be quite as smart as they’re meant to be to pull them off, since as a writer
you’re not orchestrating their shenanigans in real time, but you still need to
be pretty bright. So far this just seems like kudos to the Foglios for ~their entire premise~, which, alright, is true. But Gilgamesh Wulfenbach is this particularly obnoxious
(to write) brand of smart character who’s always twelve steps ahead of anybody else in a
given room, sometimes literally, and rarely explains anything he
does effectively to said room.
The reader still needs to know, though. By
writing a character like Gil in an entertaining and versatile way, the Foglios have accomplished
a feat. I really respect that.
Does something interesting and unexpected in just about every possible story situation due to being - brilliant but not as clever as he thinks he is - sociable but socially stunted - moral and empathetic but easily enraged - a huggable panda bear of a boy with a deeply embedded savior complex and a supply of gleeful bloodlust running close to the surface - socially powerful but a huge dork - generally prone to coming up with terrible plans.
Okay, no, fine, absurd but effective plans. Kid’s got a weakness for every strength is what I’m saying. What’s awkward in your friends is goals in your fiction.
Is the romantic male lead but regularly does poses like
A rare sighting of the more drab-plumaged male Manic Pixie Dream Girl.
So yeah. There are a ton of great characters in Girl Genius, but Gil. Gil speaks to me.