#losing sight of myself and all that fun stuff

[sleepypuffpastry]

im not talking about the situation cuz im honestly just baffled and speechless bout this man and its rlly gross so i will be playing pkmn rangers guardian signs for the next few days ^____^

[flamboyant-king]

You know me. I like barely ever show any NOT SAFE FOR WORK drawings on here. So instead, I'm sharing drawings of my face AS I was drawing each NOT SAFE FOR WORK thing.

And the subject is right there, smack dab in the middle. Being tormented by the sins of the egg. (I drew him really cute but I can't share the rest.)

ALSO, I'd like to state that it's not corngraphic except like two maybe, it's more so like violent. We are all just having fun beating this guy up. Like, step right up and stomp on his face type shih. I never ever ever draw violent stuff, unless it's lewling related, so this is like cathartic.

This uhh feeling will fade after Halloween hopefully and we'll go back to our regularly scheduled wholesomeness and cammypus.

[waywardsalt]

For the fanfiction asks

1, 2, 12, 21, 23, 27, 51, 72, 73, 78,

Thanks for the asks! This ended up being long, so I put it under a read more.

1: I do a whole lot of daydreaming, and I don't usually put anything to paper unless I get really inspired, or until things are concrete enough in my mind. Not to mention, I don't always have access to the way that I write, so daydreaming is my main way of keeping things in mind before writing.

2: Honestly, a good majority of the ways that I come up with Zelda fics is the thought process of 'haha it would be fun to put linebeck in this situation', for the recent oneshots, it's more wanting to practice and expand on how I write him and other certain things. I have a few crossover aus in mind, and those are usually a mixture of 'I really like this piece of media' and the usual 'haha linebeck in fun situations'. Honestly, linebeck is the main driving force for my Zelda ideas. But for non-Zelda ideas, I usually need room for creating my own story within a set story; for example, the Warrior Cats world has plenty of room for me to create my own characters and stories. But overall it's the loose string of 'hey this would be cool' that very quickly becomes it's own thing.

12: Most of my older stuff was just planned straight out of my mind, but recently, I've been planning out future projects in ways that fit said projects (a calendar for post-ph, an excel document for a convoluted fic, and simple footnotes for a shorter five-chapter fic). Oneshots and less complicated ideas usually just stay in my mind. More emotionally-driven or abstract ideas will also just stay in my mind (vent fics, a horror idea I'm considering). I'm not strict about planning, but it keeps things coherent. Detail also varies; for example, the fic outlined with excel requires more detail than post-ph. I tend to stray in small details, but try to stick to the big story beats.

21: Overall, I'll say multi-chapter. I get more time and space to linger on worlds and ideas and characters, and I can practice with longer character arcs and writing tools and stuff, and my more wild ideas are easier to pull off when they're longer.

23: Writing beginnings of anything is hell for me. Endings are similarly difficult, but it's a lot harder to smoothly get into something rather than transition out. The middle is easiest; things are already flowing, and while it can get hard, I don't have to worry about big introductions or setting the scene.

27: Dialogue. I've gotten compliments on my dialogue, and I'm very particular about dialogue in bother things I write and things I watch or read; it's very easy to pick out 'bad' or unnatural dialogue. I don't have trouble making dialogue between characters seem natural, but exposition is tricky.

51: A bit. When I write, I'll try most any genre since I consider it a test of my abilities, if I can handle writing within that specific genre. I usually reread old books and stick within fantasy or related genres, so there is a fair bit of disconnect between what I read and write. Even with in the sphere of fanfiction; I write a lot of Phantom Hourglass fanfiction, but I don't actually do a whole lot of reading when it comes to new stuff.

72: I don't really think I have a specific compliment that's my favorite... I'll take any compliment, really, but I guess it's just nice to see if people like my stuff or not.

73: I'm not sure about this one, mainly since I didn't get many varied readers before joining Tumblr, and even now it's still limited... But I think even outside of fanfiction, I get the most compliments on my literal writing? Not story or character of dialogue, just... stuff being well-written, like well-phrased or something. Specifically in fanfiction, though, I think I've gotten the most compliments about my portrayals of characters, mainly in my recently ph oneshots.

78: It's half wanting to see my ideas fully-fledged and to write about my favorite characters, and half hoping that people like what I write; since I started writing fanfiction, there's always been the desire to write for a fandom that doesn't get a lot of fanfiction, so part of my motivation is hoping that there might be someone who's been looking for something that I write. It's definitely a 'if you want something done right, do it yourself' kind of deal, since ph fanfiction is generally rare, and I decided to quit waiting and start writing for myself and whoever else wants it. And, yeah, the feeling of solidifying my ideas. It's just fun to write, even if it gets rough.

[okovanoko]

I got tired of waiting for yandere-smut and wrote it for myself and for you, lol.

Warning: English is not my native language. This is my first time (👁👁). I mean, I post my dirty thoughts on Tumblr. So don't judge me, I just wanted f-cking yanderes to death.

Tags: yandere, yandere, yandere; breeding, breeding, breeding, female reader, smut, smut, smut, Dark! Xavier & Female reader folded into mating press.

Sorry, today you are a pretzel.

Xavier always thought that after all this damn time, he would be able to control his emotions. He tried. He really, really tried.

Xavier?

He tried from the very first moment he met you after so much painful waiting. He tried not to attack you when you found him on his mission while he was sleeping. If the Travelers hadn't ruined the moment… Oh, how he would have ruined you.

….. Xavier?…

Just the sight of you not remembering him made him burn inside. He was painfully pleased to watch the expression on your face when he pointed a sword at you in that dark forest. Did you think that he would hurt you?... Did you think that he didn’t notice you?... He wanted to laugh and fuck you until you cried... But if you don’t remember him, then

… Why do you need to remember everything else before Him...?

Hey! Xavier!

He blinks and the next second he sees you. His sweet girlfriend pouted, looking at him with concern and sorting through the food on her plate… He wanted to stuff your cheeks with everything he had accumulated during this time.

M? What happened, My Lady?

Xavier smiles slightly as he starts eating his noodles again, watching other people pass by outside the cafe window… Although he didn't care about them at all, he couldn't take off his mask. After all, you thought he was so good… And you didn’t even know that all this time he was creating this facade ONLY for you. His sweet girl...

You're flying in the clouds... again. Did you feel the Wanderer... or do you want to sleep? It's soon evening...

Oh, you're talking about work again. He gets a little annoyed when you talk about the Wanderers. They don't bother him one bit. At least as long as they don't threaten you. Or use them for fun and stress relief.

It's nothing. You just didn't say anything and I got distracted for a second.

He looks at you with indifference, knowing how you feel right now. He just needs to press on some points and…

Ah… Sorry…

Here it is. His good---

I remembered that I forgot to visit Doctor Zayne.

You are smiling…

… … …

You smile… And he almost loses his composure, but No. Not now. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong mood…

He heard this name, he knows this man… And…

…Doctor… Zayne?

You smile even more and he feels his heartbeat slow down even more than it already is.

He is my personal doctor. Due to some circumstances, this happened! But he is my good friend and acquaintance, so don't worry!

He nods. But...

Don't think you'll be fine the next morning.

Oh, sorry… The next morning you won't even get out of bed.

Just a little more… A little more…

Xavier speaks quietly, but so calmly, as if he were talking about the weather. Meanwhile, you look so beautiful… Just for him. Hair is tangled, everything is in disarray. He even sees some drops of cum, but he just grins, chuckling, almost madly.

Ngh… Xa…!

His gaze immediately moves lower and examines your mouth, from which only quiet sobs and stuttering can be heard. There's a trace of white on your lips, but Xavier doesn't mind as he kisses you again.

A little more… You can stand it, right? You…

He thrusts harder and growls as his cock fills you up so deliciously and properly.

You are strong… I know… I know that my girl can withstand all this…

Xavier smiles tenderly as he puts you back into mating pressure. You tremble and squirm tiredly as his dick moves inside you again and again. And he doesn't like it.

Quiet.

His eyes darken and he holds your hands tightly above your head.

Or you will face consequences, my dear…

He pulls out slowly, leaving the tip at your entrance before thrusting back in sharply. His lips curl into a cold smirk as you squeal and throw your head back.

Shh… Just don't stop me from giving you pleasure…

You don't remember when he started. And Xavier doesn't think he knows when he'll finish. The sound of his sperm and your juices splashing inside you is his music. The sound of your moans for him is the meaning of his life.

Let's. More. I know that you will endure and be able to give me so much more, my love.

Hunter smiles madly when he sees you cum again. Oh, how many minutes have passed? Doesn't matter. He's not tired yet. He didn't even start. And he needs more. Xavier hears your soft sounds and twitches under your skin… But he doesn't stop and his eyes fill with hunger when he notices how your clit is swollen. Like a berry. Like an apple. Like forbidden fruit.

Ah… I completely forgot about this…

Xavier lowers the hand he was holding onto your wrists down. You still don't have the strength to resist. But the blonde can watch the tears running down your cheeks as he squeezes your clit. His cock twitches inside you and he stops for a moment.

What's happened??

He frowns innocently, leaning towards your ear. His fingers deftly push and pull on your clit, which he’s been overstimulating for a while.

Can’t my girl cum again?… I know that you can…

Xavier watches as you frown and cannot say anything: your mouth is open, but there is no sound; your eyes are empty, but they only look at him.

Haha… Hahahaha!

The hunter chuckles madly, his hoarse and rough voice does not seem familiar to you… Although this is your Xavier.

This is my girl…

He thrusts again, resuming his rough and fast pace, squeezing your clit. And you feel like you're going to the edge again.

I know that you can withstand all this…

Xavier leans down and kisses you deeply, sticking his tongue in as if he's claiming his property.

Because you always could, my love.

[wanderingwomanwondering]

OH. MY. GOD. Choices were made people! Um okay let me find an undestroyed braincell real quick. hold on *breathe* So jlh’s friggin beautiful cover of islands in the stream plays for basically the whole wedding scene.

FUN FACT: The part of the song quoted below begins to play as buck leaves the ceremony to passionately kiss tommy in the hospital lobby and continues to play through the kiss:

I can't live without you if the love was gone

Everything is nothing if you got no one

And you did walk in the night

Incredibly interesting choice, Weewoo Show Friends, because then the kissing scene transitions away from buck and tommy specifically towards eddie and chris enjoying madney wedding cake as this line plays:

Slowly losing sight of the real thing

They were not subtle folks! Tommy is awesome and also he’s here for a good time not a long time. Buck is still on the hamster wheel, lost in the night having lost sight of eddie…the real thing!!!

Then!!! As buck and tommy join the festivities together they splice the song jumping to this part:

No one in between

How can we be wrong?

Sail away with me

To another world

And we rely on each other, ah ha

From one lover to another, ah ha

This choice was wild because eddie is definitely symbolically between buck and tommy even if one or more of them doesn’t know it. By moving buck and tommy back into the festivities at this point in the song, i think it sends to message that while bucktommy look made for each other on the surface, there is someone between them. That someone is obviously eddie. The song stuff compliments the bachelor party scenes with eddie physically positioned between buck and tommy. The song is about pursuing and fully embracing a true love through thick and thin. I love tommy but the song is clearly not about him and buck. It’s about buck and eddie.

Combine these song shenanigans with eddie’s teasing bachelor party comment to buck about buck making chim’s wedding about himself and we have a clear narrative line of connection between buddie and madney. Madney is a parallel and a promise for where buddie are headed. It’s like a damn bouquet toss but with music and scene transitions! We all probably knew that already but it’s sweet af when identifiable choices mark the spot.

Oh we’re really in it now yall! *screaming* Somebody hold my beer, gotta go yeet myself into the fucking sun!

[godsleastfavoritewriter]

Kings and Knives

Pairing: Switch!Loki x Y/N

Summary: When training means you find a hidden weakness

Warnings: Hints at stuff but nothing... (maybe later teehee)

Words: 757

“Got you.” Y/n panted the words out with the knife only centimeters away from his throat. You watched him slow his breathing as he pushed his chin up higher, doing anything he could to keep the knife away from him. You turned ur knife around in ur hand so the dull side was facing him. He was too busy looking up to notice the transition, all he felt was the cold metal on his throat as he tried to keep his demeanor. “What? No snarky come back?” You chuckled lightly, you had never seen him like this, out of breath, out of words, defeated. He could easily keep fighting you but he strangely stopped. You finally dropped your knife leaving it at your side, as you watched him lose his composure, immediately dropping to his knees as he let his head fall in front of him, he is in a perfect position to apologize though he has nothing to apologize for. He stays there for a few more seconds to catch his breath. “Sit up” you surprised yourself with how demanding you sounded. Usually, you were never the one in charge or someone who gave orders. This new feeling made you feel confident and you loved it, you adored the power you had over him now.

Instinctively he sat up, he looked at you trying to regain the upper hand that he lost. “You know-“ “I didn’t ask you to speak” You cut him off not wanting to hear what he was about to say, knowing that it most likely would be to try to push your buttons. Maybe, it was time for a change, maybe you needed to remind him who was truly in charge of the relationship. He quickly closed his mouth fixed his posture and looked directly at you with pleading eyes. You now stood in front of him leaning down towards him with your hips. You were going to have fun with this. “Now look at you, seated so perfectly for me. I didn’t know I could bring a God to his knees so easily.” His eyes widen with your words. You stood back up as you watched him struggle to find a response. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly stopped when he saw you flipping the knife in your hand. You raised your eyebrow “Good boy, listen so well.” You pushed his hair back and watched him close his eyes in the bliss of the moment. “Now will you, be a good boy and wait for me in our room?” You questioned him with authority in your voice. He slowly got up and started to hover over you. You could feel your heart quicken as he started to put a hand on your cheek. Quickly you regained your thoughts and grabbed his wrist “That was an order, not a question.” You pulled him down and you heard a small airy whine fall from his lips. “And I would hate to have to repeat myself.” You could almost see his mind slip into a state of submission as he only nodded and left the training room. You watched him calmly leave the room, as soon as he left you cleaned up the training room. You needed time to think of your next steps, you wondered what he looked like when you stepped into the room, would he try to regain confidence? You were excited, a little nervous as this is not the normal dynamic between the two of you but it was thrilling. Once you made it to the door you took a breath, bracing for whatever it was that you would be walking into. You pulled your shoulders back and opened the door, closing it behind you. He sat there on the edge of the bed, sat up straight with his hands interlocked on his lap, he watched you intently. You walked in front of him, the knife still comfortably in your hand, “You truly are a sight for sore eyes.” you praised him as you let your other hand brush his hair back. He closes his eyes as he leans into your touch. You start to kiss his other cheek, you can hear his slow breaths as he enjoys this moment. He slowly moves his hands to your waist, you back up away from him just before he is able to touch you. “Please,” He looked at you with pleading eyes, he picked himself up standing in front of you now with much darker eyes, “You don’t have-”

[atthebell]

do you have any favorite days on the qsmp? if yes which ones?

SO MANY these are not in order they're just whatever i could think of. also idk if you mean like vod recs or just like fave days either way i'm gonna list them somewhat like recs

the french speakers' arrival is a wonderful day from several povs (bagheras, cellbits, quackity's, although his is fairly short as always)

similarly, brazilians arriving is also great! watch any of the brazilians or q or roier or even phil who was losing his mind waiting for them to give the eggs back

WATCH A DAY 1 VOD!!!! if you already have watched one pov, watch another from someone else! day 1 vods are so funny and deranged and really set the initial tone that really was the server's vibes basically up until the brazilians arrived

the egg event day! tbh watch any pov but roier's and jaiden's are really really good

the conclusion of the happy pills arc was an incredible day; i know it's probably soured for a lot of folks, and that's understandable, but if you never watched it and feel up for it, check out pac's and cellbit's pov of it because it's wonderful (pac didn't stream the actual conclusion himself, so you'll have to watch cellbit's to see the full conclusion of pac and forever getting the risus antidote)

idr what day it was exactly but the day bobby was killed by the code and lost his first life is a super interesting vod from several povs-- namely roier's, cellbit's, phil's, bad's, and probably some other folks? a LOT of lore stuff happened that day that was super interesting

cellbit's may 7 vod (featuring the cucurucho chainsaw hallway) + his may 10 vod (featuring him screaming and revving a chainsaw at the sight of cucurucho); tbh, if you're into qcellbit, watch his first week vods if you haven't because they're IMPECCABLE they decided to immediately torture him and also gave him so many puzzles it was great. this whole era of theory bros/ordo theoritas was incredible generally too so max's and bad's vods are also very very fun watches and they didn't spend a million hours deciphering an ARG so their vods are easier to get through

the day wilbur found tallulah is so fucking funny we were all losing our shit over the admins making an egg literally just for wilbur and to his credit wilbur did actually log on a ton those two weeks

bagi's arrival IMPECCABLE tbh watching anyone's day 1/arrival vod is a good idea they're usually pretty enlightening & fun; watch her pov as well as anyone else's because from what i remember they had to do a bunch of weird puzzles to get to her

similarly, carre's first day is very funny and chill vibes very enjoyable

gemeos do misterio reveal need i say more

the time roier and vegetta got quackity drunk at casualonas and got him to reveal his plans to kill the eggs on tape

literally any roier vod frankly roier is just so entertaining i could watch him wash dishes and have a good time

jaiden's birthday party vod

jaiden's vod where she was going on a break (i think when she'd been to japan?) and we got the reveal that she'd worked with the feds in the past

whatever day it was where they went and found kameto again in some federation hq

the juanaflippa life trial was deranged i didn't watch it myself (i think i was at my nephew's birthday party or something tbh) but every part of it sounded WILD

related, the funeral streams from any of the parents whose kids died are pretty interesting

the day quackity found out tilin died is BRUTAL but a great watch-- q is, of course, a brilliant rper and what he did with tilin's death was masterful and really heartbreaking. i think it was the day after tilin died? something like that

bobby dungeon. obviously. that was crazy and it set so much up for jaiden and roier's chararacters gahhhhh

the event with the new members' arrival (like tina and everyone else in that whole big crew)

any romero richas moments i cannot think of dates or anything off the top of my head but montelyson lore is so cool and genuinely creepy i miss it so much

the furniture prank came at such a wrong time but it was genuinely so fun along with the deranged waystone prank i lowkey wish they'd happened like. three days before or something bc they would've been really really funny

hide and seek!!!! again idr the day but when they finally got to do that event it was so cool

festa junina!!!!!! so many shenanigans and fun times

dia de los muertos EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!! seeing bobby again ough and all the newer members getting to meet the old dead eggs.... gahh

spiderbit wedding i am unbiased. nodders.

the day where baghs and cellbit did the first day train station puzzle was so good i NEED them solving shit together again sigh

BLUE BIRD MISSION + TIMER DUNGEON!!!!! event(s) of all time fr i loved that shit.

that time elq kidnapped dapper was kinda lame in that it didn't actually make sense BUT baghera went IN on that man and the whole thing of them following him was very cool

max and bad assassinating elq KING SHIT

wilbur party explosion need i say more that shit ruled fit's pov is great for that particular bit of the night bc you get to see ramon figuring it all out

the day they did a server reset so they let roier and bobby and tilin (i think it was them three? its been ages) blow a bunch of shit up that ruled

spiderbit ocean temple hangout very very good day

tazercraft prison break (the one where they escaped with walter bob but then he got taken away at the barbie house)

tiny mike day idr what was going on that day i jsut will never recover from tiny mike. miquinho. smaller than richas even so itty

[not-poignant]

Jesus H Christopher, Pia. Your writing load is insane.

Maybe you should cut back on how many chapters you release for certain stories? Like Stain and Palma (since these stories dont equal income) until UtB the other Underline stories are almost done. Just a thought

Because I feel burnt out just by thinking of writing that much, so I can only imagine how you feel. Please take care of yourself

Hi anon,

TL;DR: My brain is stupid, which is why I can't do this, even though it makes sense and is logical.

Unfortunately the fanfiction is what often makes the original fiction possible, or more enjoyable.

If I lock myself down into too much schedule and rigidity, or if I only focus on writing for money, I actually start to hate writing, even if I love the stories. There is nothing like 'will this earn money, do people like this, would people pay, what if they all decide to stop paying for this, why would they pay for this, would I pay for this, how much would people pay for this, is there any incentive for them to pay for this, actually if I wrote a ton of different tropes maybe I'd make more for this, but that's depressing, but I need the money, shit what do I do, what if I lose my income, what if it all stops tomorrow, I need to write more, I need to write more, I need to write more' that is actually very exhausting and makes writing not much fun at all.

And to deliberately break out of that headspace as much as possible, I write fanfiction. Because that headspace (the one I wrote about above), on its own, even if I'm only writing two stories, can and has led to burnout and depressive episodes. I don't recommend it.

In a way, one of the reasons I can write so many stories right now (ADHD meds aside) is that I am letting myself break out and just have fun with fanfiction, and remember that my original writing is meant to be fun too. But without fanfiction, I lose sight of that very quickly.

Fanfiction means that when an original story chapter does super badly, generally there are still excited comments elsewhere that keep me going. That's how I survived The Ice Plague, and that story would never have been completed without fanfiction, because that was my worst performer of any story I've ever written. It also means if a lot of subscribers leave at once, I don't feel like The Worst Writer In The World. So having fanfiction behind me was like...a literal safety net or my security blanket.

If I have to discard my security blankets or use them less often in order to keep writing the original stuff, I might as well just stop entirely, because my longest hiatuses from Patreon (i.e. one lasted 1.5 years, many have lasted 4-6 months) have been when I'm mostly just writing original fiction, and am not writing much fanfiction, or not deliberately finding time for it, and finally get so stressed out re: money I literally have to stop. I'm on a (partial) Disability Pension.

A long time ago some professional people told me I probably shouldn't be working at all because of my mental illnesses and then paid me money because of the severity of those mental illnesses. My dumbass brain be pretty fragile, actually, and keeps chugging away because I make bad business decisions and write stuff I enjoy instead of writing to market, or doing rapid release, or releasing more novels (or novels). Writing does ironically help when I'm stressed, but not when I'm stressed about making money because of writing.

I will cut at my income before I cut at my love of this job, and unfortunately fanfiction keeps me going in this job, which means I can't really cut at that first.

(Also from a business perspective, it's actually a very good funnel to the original stuff and then subscription. Most of you wouldn't be here if you hadn't read one of my fanfics first and then gave the original stuff a try - I try not to think about that too much because I need fanfic to not be about money, but the fact is, I would not have this career without fanfic).

I do have plans to take two weeks off in January from posting chapters (I can still post rewards in the second half of January) and that's not too far away.

And the reality is that I probably would have kept going okay if real life hadn't imploded on top of everything like the world's worst bukkake party.

[littlebitsmile]

in flames [C.L.] | Chapter III

Welcome back! This took me a bit longer than usual, but it's still Sunday, so I'm glad you decided to join me (: Hope you all had a nice first week of 2024 - only 55 more days until we see our munchkins driving in circles again - hope this makes the wait a bit shorter.

As always, have fun (:

story: in flames driver: Charles Leclerc [C.L.] trope: #haterstolovers summary: Always working three times as hard as everyone else, Emma does not intend to blow her chance of driving among the best of the best in her very first season in Formula 1. Concentrating on first and foremost getting ahead of her brother, she does not even notice that there are some people even in her own team who think she does not deserve this spot and would rather see her fail. And one driver in particular seems to have a need of always reminding her of that.

────ʚ C H A P T E R III ɞ────

Music booms from the headphones in my ear, my feet float over the treadmill, drops of sweat run down the sides of my face. Next to me, all I can hear is Max's heavy breathing and the occasional quiet "f*ck" as another intensive interval approaches. My calves gave up the ghost ten minutes ago and have been cramping ever since, but my pride won't let me stop.

I actually wanted to squeeze in an extra training session this morning before Max woke up and wanted to hang out and do some off-season stuff, but unfortunately, he was already at the coffee machine when I decided to roll out of bed. He then followed me into the fitness room of his apartment without any comment.

He has been kind enough to let me stay with him, Kelly, and Penelope for a few years now so that I can avoid living with our parents and even worse, letting them decide what happens next with my accommodation situation. As the eldest son, he has probably had his experiences and learned his lessons, always being the one to take the blows, and although he always pretends to give me a hard time, I'm sure that deep down he doesn't want me to go through the same hell he did. The fact that I can never come close to his golden boy in our father's eyes anyway is a different story.

I breathe heavily but try to concentrate on the view. Monaco's harbor landscape is one of the most beautiful I have ever experienced. A little too much lifestyle of the rich and famous for my liking, but Max loved it here right from the start, when we first visited a few years ago. Maybe because he can live right next to the racetrack, waking up every morning and sipping his breakfast coffee with his brain already imagining those cars on the streets right in front of him.

"You're quiet," he presses out between his lips at some point. I don't look at him but concentrate on a small yacht that is about to leave the outer jetties. He gets a kick out of seeing me suffer, I’m sure of it. If I don’t let myself get distracted by the pain in my legs, I can do a few more minutes on this torture device.

"I'm dying," I reply, trying not to fall down at the same time. My diaphragm starts to painfully remind me that I'm not my 26-year-old racing brother, who has been doing this for years and years, never losing sight of his goals, exceeding his limits.

He reduces the speed on his treadmill and starts to jog slowly before continuing: "When are you flying to England? For simulator runs and so on?"

I'm still running at the same pace as before. I try to show February 15 with my hands, holding all of my ten fingers up, then five and the peace sign as a two, but I'm not sure if he immediately understands what I mean.

In the time between the end of the season and the first pre-season tests, the world stands still in my head. I enjoy visiting friends for once and not feeling bad when I see photos in our group chats of everyone getting together and me missing. Max, on the other hand, never leaves his zone - his racing set up in his study glows for hours every day. When he's not training, eating, or sleeping, he lives and breathes motorsport, whether it’s on or off track. Maybe that's why he's such an exceptional talent. Or maybe he is just stupid, for not living his life during his prime time and will fall into a pit of self-despair when he’s 40.

"Excited?" he interrupts my thoughts. I can’t remember what we were talking about, and he notices. “For the UK, I mean? Rain and cloudy weather?”

I nod. My lungs are burning, and I don't know who exactly I'm trying to prove something to. I keep running, my thighs are starting to burn like hell. A few of my fingertips go numb, and my head starts to feel dizzy. There are a few black dots here and there, but it isn’t the first time something like this happens and it won’t be the last.

"What number are you going to start with?" Max asks. I shrug my shoulders, not wanting to give too much away about whether I'll keep my number from Formula 2 or change it. Mostly because I haven’t thought about it and I would love to have a number with a deeper meaning.

"You could take 69."

When he says this, I almost stumble on the treadmill. I hold on left and right and hop onto the side edges as the mechanical noise belt continues to run beneath me. Although everything inside me hurts like hell after the last hour and a half of running, I must laugh out loud. Max grins sheepishly at me. Sometimes I am not sure who of us is the older sibling.

"I think that would be more your thing, don't you?" Out of breath, I put my hands on my hips and lean my upper body against the treadmill display. I try to calm my heartbeat, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.

"I've already got the 1; that's enough for me..."

“You won’t have it forever, though," I interrupt him before he falls into another monologue of self-congratulation. I wiggle my eyebrows and grin mischievously at him. Then I stick my tongue out at him, and he rolls his eyes before hitting me on the shoulder with his fist.

"The only one I'm afraid of is you,” he admits openly. I look at him in disbelief. Where has this recognition suddenly come from? I almost choke on the sip of water I’m taking. “But you're in the wrong car anyway, so at least I don't have much to fear this season.”

"I don't need your false assumptions, Max. We've never lied to each other." I look into the distance, back to the harbor. I wonder what my life would be like if I wasn't the person I am.

"I'm not lying, I promise. I'm more afraid that this team will take you down with them."

"Aston Martin won't drag me into the abyss. They're giving me a fair chance."

"You would have had a fair chance with me and Red Bull."

"Fair, Max? Really? As number two? How well did that turn out with the last team partners? Lewis and Nico? Lewis and Valtteri? You and pretty much everyone who came after Sebastian? The only off-track friends who were in the same team and still get on well are Carlos and Lando. I don't want that for us." Now I turn to him. A furrow forms between his eyebrows, and he looks down at the ground. He knows I am right, and I think that causes him greater pain than what I just said about us not being able to be proper teammates.

"If you don't perform at Aston Martin, if you even get the chance to show what you are capable of in that sh*tbox of a car, then no other team will take you. There is only one chance to be part of this grid, and I just can’t believe you would rather not drive at all than have me as your team partner?" He is frustrated, I can feel it in his voice. So I try to soften my voice and understand him from his point of view.

"Max, I love you; I really do. You're the coolest brother in the world, and I'm not saying that because I get to live in your cool penthouse in the middle of Monaco.” There is a chuckle, and I know he wants to reassure me that he loves to have me here with him. But before he can speak another word, I continue. “But I've been compared to you my whole life and I will continue to be. This hasn’t been easy, for any of us. But for a change, I can decide for myself whether to confront it or if I just leave my phone off and not read the news, because no one in my own team will compare me to you." The conversation has taken on a serious tone, but I know he understands what I mean.

"I get it. I still would have liked you to be the wing woman. Pretty sure we’d be great. With you keeping all those madmen away from me." He winks. Then he looks straight ahead towards the panoramic window. It's quiet between us for a while.

I think back to his first victory with Red Bull. How he threw himself into the arms of his team afterward, so proud and so full of emotion, as if someone was finally accepting him for who he is, no ifs, ands, or buts. He doesn't talk much about his relationship with Christian Horner, but I'm 90% sure that Christian is in many ways the father figure for Max that our father could never be for him. How he has grown with this team and gone from a really misunderstood driver to a three-time world champion. He wouldn't leave Red Bull until they cut him out from inside with a digger and chainsaw and shipped him to the other side of the world. He lives, breathes, and burns for this sport and for the people in his immediate surroundings, a quality that I greatly admire in him and that not everyone is able to appreciate.

"If you could be someone else or do something else, what would it be?" The question catches him off guard. He is confused for a moment, then looks thoughtful and shakes his head.

"I don't think I want to be – can be - anywhere else. This is where I belong."

I believe him. But suddenly I'm not so sure if my answer would be the same.

As the plane lands in London, I grab my backpack, put on my cap, and hide my face a little better. I'm almost certain that some paparazzi is waiting for me in the arrivals hall because I seem to be the only one from the F1 paddock not traveling by a private jet. I wonder why.

I quickly get through security and baggage claim, so it feels like no more than 30 minutes before I step through the airport doors and out into rainy UK weather. To my right, an elderly gentleman with a sign saying "Emma V." walks towards me and takes my luggage. I thank him, get in the car, and then we make our way to the Aston Martin headquarters. I fall asleep unplanned and only wake up when we arrive.

I am overwhelmed by the polished floors, the glass structures of the building, how everything looks as if this is not the headquarters of a Formula 1 team but of Iron Man and the Avengers.

Mike Krack, the team principal, comes to meet me, shakes my hand, and welcomes me to the hallowed halls. I'm then given a tour, starting with the departments I'm least interested in, such as budget and logistics. I know these people are as important as anyone else, but I am a driver, so the technical departments will be my home base.

"But you're certainly not here to look at the view. You want to go to the simulators, right?" Mike states correctly at some point. I nod vigorously. "Then that's our next destination."

And no matter what I was expecting, it wasn’t that. As I step into a room with a screen as big as the panoramic view back at Max’s apartment, I immediately want to leap into the seat in front of it. I wait for a nod of approval from Mike before I hop into it and feel the leather beneath my hands and notice the smell of something new. I shriek. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up. And before someone can stop me, I’m already turning the machine on and getting ready to drive my first laps in the simulator.

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[tranquilpetrichor]

twister

synopsis: what begins as a lighthearted game of twister leads to you finally admitting your feelings for your dance friend.

cast: chen kuanjui x gn!reader ft friend!ricky

genre: fluff

wc: 2k (2025)

warnings: descriptions of physical affection, there may be grammatical errors

a/n: please freaking save me i don't need more boys planet trainees wrecking my life.. anyways if the links to this on my masterlist are weird please let me know, i’m on vacation right now and can’t really do much stuff on my laptop.

taglist: @restlessmaknae

you place the box labeled twister on the floor and open it, your friend kuanjui beside you. he takes the mat and carefully lays it out. you get the spinner and fiddle with it for fun.

kuanjui's set out the mat and is stretching on it—a familiar sight to you over your years of friendship. while you used to gasp whenever you saw him casually go into the middle splits or do a backbend, it no longer fazed you. he simply had no bones.

staring at the mat with colored dots on it gives you nostalgia. "oh my god, i haven't played this in a while," you say, groaning. "please go easy on me."

he only laughs at you. "we're literally both dancers. if anything, i should make it really hard for you!"

you sigh, knowing that he’s almost never lost a game like this. "ugh no. if you're gonna be that way, you should buy me food after we play."

it’s a joke, but you wouldn’t mind food. and eating with him.

he points over in the distance to a guy (aka another idiot friend of yours) listening to music with airpods in. "ha, why don't you ask ricky then? he's the rich one, after all. oh, and speaking of which, we need someone to spin."

you glance over again. “i'll get him."

he smiles knowingly. “you mean you’ll go annoy him, right?”

“yep!”

since ricky’s facing away from the two of you, it's easy to sneak up on him and you make your way closer, finally closing in on his shoulders. after you tap him with your hands, he groans.

“what the hell? not this again.”

you start laughing, amused by ricky’s annoyance.

"dude, you've been on your phone enough. you wanna spin the wheel for me and kuan jui while we play twister?"

you can't miss the undeniable smirk that appears on ricky's face.

"alright, it's not like i have anything better to do," he begins to whisper, "except help two soon-to-be lovebirds out."

"hey! it's not like that," you hiss.

he only shrugs in response. "if you say so."

the two of you walk back, and you try to remain composed. “we have our spinner,” you say, gesturing to a still-smirking ricky.

"dude, quit it with that look," you mutter to ricky, and he just laughs at you.

kuanjui claps, a smile on his face. “let’s start! prepare to lose," he says with a glare that you know isn't malicious at all. you could even say it's adorable, although that's not something you should admit aloud.

you both go on opposite sides on the mat, and ricky spins the wheel.

"right hand on blue."

the two of you move accordingly. even with simple movements like this, kuanjui is graceful.

“right foot on red.”

it's easy so far, but in a few minutes, you know you're sure to struggle. sure enough, you do end up in a precarious position which could only be described as being a human pretzel. he’s reaching over you, like a cat taking a stretch.

"please do not crush my back," you say with a groan. "i don't know if i can handle that."

he protests. "i'm not going to crush your back! i am perfectly capable of holding myself up. if you fall, it's your fault."

"what? i won't fall..."

ricky interrupts. "good one, y/n. a little late on that.”

you glare at him as best as you possibly can from your position. "shut it."

kuanjui is clearly confused. "huh? is something wrong?”

you try to laugh it off. "never mind. he’s just being annoying again.”

there’s no time for him to question you, because ricky keeps talking. “alright, let’s continue! left foot on yellow!”

at this point, you understand why you wouldn't play this game with anyone you don't trust. there's no way you could do this with anyone else without feeling incredibly awkward.

"are you gonna give up?" kuanjui asks, and although you aren't looking at him in an attempt to focus on not trembling, you imagine a satisfied grin on his face.

you barely register ricky’s next command.

“right hand on green!”

no, now is not the time to get embarrassed. you absolutely knew what you were getting into, playing this damn game of all things. your heart definitely wasn’t racing. not at all.

you readjust your hand slightly. “nope. never.”

right about now, he’s probably pouting. “please? if you give up, i’ll buy you strawberry ice cream…”

hm, would you really choose food over your pride?

“aw damn, that’s tempting. but no. also, i’m sure you would do that for me anyways.”

his lack of a comeback tells you all you need to know.

“i feel like a third wheel,” you think you hear ricky mutter, before his speaking volume returns to normal. “alright, left hand on yellow!“

you strain to reach your hand behind you, but manage to get it on a circle. kuanjui’s face is now visible, and the two of you laugh at the absurdity of this whole game.

“i wonder how long we’ve been here,” you say.

ricky checks the time on his phone. “12 minutes, honestly that’s kinda impressive. but can someone please win already?"

“ah, now my wrist hurts. actually everything hurts,” kuanjui whines.

you smile. “you're such a big baby, despite being older than me by a few months.”

he hits you softly. “am not.”

a response leaves your mouth before you can tell your brain to stop saying whatever the hell it wants to. “you are, so stop being so cute.”

he scrunches his face in confusion, but then smiles slightly. "you think i’m what now?"

ah, shit. i definitely said too much.

well, might as well own what you had said. “cute, did you not hear me the first time?”

a slight blush appears on his face. “well, uh—“

ricky yells exasperatedly, “left foot on red!”

kuanjui moves first, slipping his foot behind your back. you try to find a red circle, but it’s a rather inconvenient move.

now you’re pretty much in the splits with your hands spread semi-far apart, and while it’s not the worst position to possibly be in, you’re kinda sore and can’t wait to rest.

“ah, is this what being a worm is like?” you joke.

“i don’t wanna be a worm, i wanna be something pretty,” kuanjui says.

you try to think of a suitable representative animal for him. “a butterfly is pretty.”

that seems to make him smile, and you feel like you've done your job for the day.

at some point, your strength gives out and you drop to the mat, beads of sweat cascading down your face. you're panting heavily.

kuanjui lifts himself out of the weird backbend position he's in with relative ease. how he's not too tired to do that, you're not sure.

"yes! i win!" he says with a fist pump.

you dramatically sigh, placing a hand on your chest. “i humbly accept this fatal defeat. you have kicked my ass once again.”

he giggles. "i'm sorry, i'll make it up somehow."

you pout. "that's what i get, for playing twister against one of the most flexible dancers in our academy."

you try to get up, but he motions for you to stay on the mat. "i'll get water for all of us, be right back. you need to rest!”

ricky puts the spinner down after kuan jui’s left. “please. just kiss. please! you two are so flirty that it’s gross.”

you laugh at his show of pleading. well, at least he was being honest. “i mean, i might confess to him today. i don’t want it to be grand or anything, i just want to say it. now’s as good a time as any, right?”

ricky gives you a genuine smile, probably the first of the day.

“well, good luck. if anyone should be his partner, it’s you.”

he pauses, seeming serious for once, before continuing. “it seems like you guys have a lot of fun around each other. i remember meeting you during dance practice and you were so strict, i didn't think you had an unserious bone in your body!"

kuanjui's walking back, so you try to wrap up the conversation. "gee thanks, i can be fun. but i think some people really bring out different sides of you."

he gives a grateful ricky some ice water, then sets down another cup beside you. "i cut a lemon slice and put it on the side of yours, if you don't mind."

you take it, grateful for the sweet gesture. "thanks, i mentioned that i like that, but only once.”

he smiles, and even that simple action seems ethereal. “i remembered anyways.”

ricky seems more than eager to excuse himself from the conversation, citing “video games” as the reason to leave.

“but you always say that though,” kuanjui retorts.

the younger boy shrugs. “and it’s always true.”

“i’ll see you guys later, you should enjoy yourselves!” he adds with a wink.

that damn guy. but you’re not gonna complain about getting alone time with kuanjui.

you spend about a minute quietly playing with his hair, which you’re both used to. although you do it often, you usually do it when something’s on your mind and you need to focus on something else.

kuanjui traces mindless circles on the mat before deciding to break the silence that has settled between you two. “hey, y/n?”

“yes?”

“did you really mean it when you said i was cute?”

you smile, a little embarrassed. but of course, no going back now. “of course, i wouldn’t lie.”

"i didn't think you would, but it was a little unexpected," he says, laughing. "since when did you ever call people cute?"

you take a sip of water, feeling suddenly as if there was something stuck in your throat. "well, i don't call people cute, unless they're you," you say with a small giggle, averting your gaze afterwards.

you're surprised you can even continue to speak.

"and, i wanted to ask you on a date. i mean, you don't have to! i've liked you for a while now, but i didn't want to make anything awkward… even though it probably seems awkward coming from me anyways.”

there’s a relief you feel after your confession and a sense of nervous anticipation. your hands need somewhere to be, so you reach for the cup.

kuanjui gasps and ruffles your hair affectionately. his eyes seem to sparkle.“oh, i’ve liked you too, and i’d love to go on a date. it’s just that i’m a little bit cowardly and probably wouldn’t have confessed first!”

“ha, believe me, i know.”

he seemed to have another moment of realization. “no wonder ricky seemed so annoyed! it’s like he was waiting for.. well, something.”

“watch what you say, he could come back any moment,” you whisper.

he goes along with your little joke and whispers back.

“what if i say he’s short and poor, old and ugly?”

“then he’ll definitely come back.”

the two of you burst into a fit of giggles. you take his hand, as if you need tangible proof that you’re here, experiencing this beautiful moment.

“do you mind if i kiss you on the cheek?”

jeez, why are you embarrassed? you’re usually physically affectionate with him anyways. still, it’s best to ask about things like kissing, you figure.

he shyly smiles. “go ahead.”

you give him a peck, which elicits more giggling from him, and there’s the lingering feeling of fluttering in your chest. he's definitely happy from the physical contact. as he lays down, he tugs your shirt, bringing you to the floor with him.

"i'm sleepy," he says through a yawn. "could you stay with me for a little?"

you're more than happy to oblige, and somehow, you end up with both of your arms wrapped around him, the twister mat still below you both.

as you settle into a comfortable position with kuanjui (perhaps the most comfortable you've been the whole day), you're thankful for playing that little game of twister, and for finally giving into your feelings.

[kristi16]

How we got into inchident p.7

pairing: charles leclerc x female reader warnings: SMUT, rough harsh sex, angst, dom charles, fighting words: 4K note: oh well, idk what happened to me with the ending, but enjoy, charles is very dominating, protective and doesn't take a No as an answer

I was very scared of this day. I didn't like this circuit. So many bad stuff happened there and I don't trust the guys there who take care of this place. Haha take care.. Like per ejemplo what happened last season to Pierre here. It was soo dangerous. And I was really afraid of Charles. He was looking at me sadly all day because he felt that I am nervous. I kissed him right before he went racing. The weather was good, but still. It can change in any minute.

Ferrari aren't the strongest now so nothing spectacular for Charles as well. 5th place for him. There is obviously celebration for the top three guys, and I am happy for them. I'm glad that nothing happened to anyone. In the evening is clubbing, just typical celebration stuff. Charles told me we should go, especially me, to let myself loose a little bit and have fun. ‘’I'm just glad you came back home. And Arthur as well.’’ I said with a sad tone. Charles just exhaled and cupped my face. ‘’Y/N, everything is fine.’’ I slightly nodded. ‘’Why do you worry so much anyway. It's not like...someone died to you here.’’ I just looked up. To him. In the eyes. Thinking that he is just having the weakest moment right now for saying such a thing. I was hurt. He knew what he did, because he slowly started to title his head wanting to add something but I snapped his hands off my face. ‘’Cherie, I didn't mean it like that.’’ ‘’You meant it exactly how you said it.’’ I said sharply. I turned around and walked away from him. When I got to our room, I just packed the little things I've had and went to rent for myself another room for the last night here in Japan.  On my way out I met Charles, obviously he was clever enough to know what my next move would be. He was standing between the doors. I just waited in front of him for some time. Not looking at him at all. And when he wanted to say something again, I just pushed him off the door frame and went down to the elevator. ‘’Y/N, please don't do this. Stop baby.’’ I just chuckled by that comment. The doors to the elevator opened and I touched the button to reception. Still by not looking at the sight of him.

When I was unpacking I noticed the reflection of the necklace I'm wearing around my neck when I passed the mirror in the room. It doesn't feel right to wear it now with how he disrespected me. So I inhaled deeply and sharply, and took it off. When I was looking at my clothes, I came up with a thought that perhaps I could go shopping. Looking for something nice to wear tonight. It's not like I talk to only Charles there. I have my friends as well. In the paddock, few girls from Mercedes as well. I'm gonna be with them. We have already agreed where to meet. For my outfit I chose emerald green straps dress with bare back to mid thigh length.

‘’Giirlll, you look gorgeous.’’ ‘’Thanks Patricia. This color suits you as well! Where are others?’’ ‘’They are already inside. It occurred to them that it would be good to find free seats before the place fills up.’’ ‘’Oh yes, clever minds haha.’’ I was chatting to Patricia and laughing effortlessly while going in. The evening was getting nice. Not seeing Charles or Carlos, so my attention was full on my friends around me. We drank a little bit. And danced. But then, DJ switched and they've put some real bangers on. So I got up, slightly overdosed by the alcohol and went for dancing. I was losing focus of my surrounding and felt hands on my hips. ‘’Enjoying yourself?’’ ‘’Ugh, fuck off.’’ ‘’Oh no, don't talk to me like that.’’ ‘’Ricciardo for real, get your hands off of me.’’ He pushed me more onto his body and swayed to the beat with me. I was getting desperate. So I started screaming. ‘’Hey, fuck off mate.’’ ‘’Who do you call mate?’’ Daniel pushed me off of him and now was focusing on this random guy that approached. I don't know what has gotten into me but oh well. ‘’Hey Daniel!’’ He turned to me. And I punched him. Real hard. It hurt like hell but the response from him was worth the pain. ‘’Touch me again and I will bite your balls off.’’ I said, turning around and going anywhere but here. ‘’Hey!’’ I turned around. It was this man who kinda saved me. ‘’Hi.’’ I said. I wasn't really in my best mood right now. ‘’That was nice! What a prick. You know him?’’ ‘’Yeah. I work at F1, in paddocks you know. And so he is F1 racing driver, so. It makes sense now for you.’’ ‘’I see.’’ I slowly started to turn around but then he spoke again. ‘’You know. I'd like to know you more. You are cool. With what you've put up on earlier. But I get it, If you're afraid.’’ I turned around quickly. ‘’Afraid?’’ I asked amused. ‘’You know-’’ he was scratching his neck. ‘’With what happened, I totally get it you wouldn't trust a complete stranger.’’ ‘’Well, you basically helped me with the situation, so I don't think you're some creep.’’ He just chuckled. ‘’I'd love to go actually, just don't mind my mood for the next few minutes.’’ I laughed.

He was actually nice, and good looking. So I got back with him. To the bar. We chatted for a little bit. It was very pleasant. But then I saw someone familiar in my sight. It was Daniel. Again. But he looked horrible. SO much blood on his face, looking like he was fighting with someone. The guy with whom I've been with recognized I'm looking somewhere else for a longer time now, so he turned around as well. ‘’Holy fuck, what happened to him.’’ ‘’I don't know. Perhaps he was harassing another woman and finally someone put him in the place.’’ ‘’That someone gotta be me.’’ And there he was. He was standing behind me. ‘’Thanks for keeping my girlfriend a company while I was dealing with that prick.’’ The guy was shocked. And me as well. ‘’I'm not your fucking girlfriend.’’ Oh well, I was swearing. Perfect. The alcohol is the worst when being mad at someone. The other guy put his hands in the air like a sign he is giving up and said goodbye to me with his eyes widened. But then I saw it as well. Charles's hands were covered in blood. Hair scattered as if did some intense workout. He looked kinda intimidating as well. Not to me though. So I just got back to my drink. ‘’You're not wearing my color.’’ ‘’Hmm’’ ‘’And not even my necklace I gave you.’’ ‘’Yes Charles, and I'm not even surprised.’’ I said to him, looking in the eyes and just started to walk away. He grabbed me by my arm and stopped me. ‘’You're not walking away from me.’’ he hissed at me. I looked at him and saw flames shooting out of his eyes. I actually got scared. Not that he would hurt me. But to not test his limits. But anyway, I remembered what happened and oh well. ‘’Yeah, I guess I'm gonna disrespect you the same way as you did me.’’ ‘’Cherie, you didn't even let me talk. I know it sounded horrible.’’ ‘’I don't care. It hurt me enough already, so goodbye.’’ I wanted to push past him, but he pushed me back. ‘’Fucking stop it, you act exactly like Daniel! I'm not a toy to be pushed around!’’ I yelled at him. The look in his eyes became softer. ‘’You are my girlfriend Y/N.’’ ‘’The f I'm not. You've never asked me.’’ ‘’What the actual???? It is OBVIOUS when I start to sleep with you I'm dating you as well.’’ ‘’No??, it's not that obvious.’’ ‘’WHAT the actual -………….you wanna tell me you slept with some other guys then??’’ ‘’What???’’ ‘’Fucking tell me Y/N and I'm gonna go and smack their faces with my rings.’’ ‘’Jesus Christ stop this nonsense.’’ ‘’Nonsense??? Do you think it's a nonsense for me????? For you to fuck around with others?’’ ‘’Yes it is a fucking nonsense and you should know better by the way you made a nonsense of my care and love for you!’’ I yelled at him back and there was a moment of silence. ‘’I said, I'm very sorry. I was unhappy with how sad you were. I thought it is my fault. And I was just so mad at myself at some point that it ended up me being mean to you. Actually not even mean but heartless. I said something very disgusting but it doesn't mean I don't care about you.’’ ‘’You should have validated my feelings like normal people do. I genuinely liked you and your brother. And I was actually afraid for everyone. But especially for you since the...’’ I stopped. And then continued. ‘’You think I've never experienced loss? Why did you had to put it in a position for us to compare who've experienced a bigger loss. You think I cannot understand it at my level of empathy and intellect?? You think I don't have anything to compare it to??’’ I said to him with teary eyes. He then spoke to me softly. ‘’I know mon amour. I'm so mad at myself for behaving like a prick. I highly despise myself for that. And you're right. I should have never let the comparison go between us.’’ I just inhaled and exhaled. Standing there. ‘’Come with me back to our room mon amour.’’ I shake my head. ‘’No. It's nice I guess that we talked it through but I don't feel comfortable with you.’’ He looked at me sad, kinda with a disbelief as well. Slowly letting me go. ‘’Ok, I'm not gonna force you.’’ He let me go completely. I turned around and walked away.

I was standing outside after calling a cab. ‘’Wait!’’ I turned around just to see him again. He ran to me. I was standing in the cold with my arms around my body. ‘’Here, take my jacket.’’ I exhaled a little bit deciding if I should or should not. Then I just nodded and put it over my shoulders. When I had the courage to look at him, he was smiling a little bit. I smiled a little bit as well. Ah, this fucker. What is he doing. Then he came closer and kissed me. It was fast. I didn't even have a chance to react. All of a sudden I was pushed back, I fell on the seats in a taxi and Charles told the taxi driver the address. He clipped me and I finally had the space to look at him. ‘’What the fuck Charles.’’ ‘’Stop swearing or I'm gonna make you regret it.’’ My eyebrows went immediately higher at his boldness. At the same time he put his hand on my thigh. I just exhaled, knowing that right now there is nothing else to do. ‘’What happened to Daniel.’’ He returned the gaze to me. ‘’Well. I was watching you, obviously. The whole night. It was horrible to see you there. Not beside me. Not wearing my dress which I bought you and then seeing you're not even wearing my necklace- you have some serious commitment issues.’’ ‘’What? I don't.’’ ‘’Do you wanna know what happened to him or not?’’ He asked me roughly. Damn he is really pissed tonight. I just nodded, being silent for this time. ‘’When I saw Daniel again, I was so ready to go down, but then it all happened very quickly and everyone from my crew saw how you punched him. I was very proud of you in that moment. But I knew I have to do something about this. If you don't want me to be by your side, then all that's left is to take care of things behind your back and try to protect you like that. So I followed Daniel. And paid him a lesson.’’ I just nodded silently. Not actually having the capacity to talk about it more.

‘’Have you slept with anyone?’’ I turned my head around to meet his gaze. He suddenly looked like a lost puppy. ‘’No.’’ He turned his gaze back to the front. ‘’That's good.-’’ and squeezed my thigh more. ‘’-But seriously though, you have some serious commitment issues.’’ ‘’I DO NOT.’’ I snapped back. ‘’You do. You thought we're not dating.’’ ‘’Well you didn't ask me properly. ‘’But I've told you properly. Right after I ate you out.’’ The taxi driver just gulped. ‘’Jesus Christ Charles, don't say it that loud.’’ ‘’Stop bossing me around.’’ ‘’I'm not but clearly the taxi driver is uncomfortable by this.’’ ‘’Well I think that he had worse passengers. So I don't care.’’ A little bit of silence between us. ‘’Anyway, no.’’ ‘’What No?’’ he looked at me. ‘’Y/N, you really thought that I'm taking you to this gala like what- my escort??? Like no I'm not gonna even try to acknowledge that. I don't even wanna believe it.’’ ‘’No, not like an escort.But-’’ ‘’But what?? Like a good fuck?’’ I looked away. ‘’Jesus Y/N, smetilla stop it. Everyone in the crew knows how serious I am about you yet you are clearly the only one who doesn't get it.’’ ‘’Don't be mean to me.’’ I said to him and wanted to cry. Because he was right. What was I thinking we doing?? ‘’Mon amour, you're crying?’’ ‘’No.’’ I sobbed. ‘’Tell me.’’ I turned around again. ‘’You're right. I don't know what I was thinking!’’ Charles pinned my skin on my left arm and then was rubbing it. ‘’C'mon Cherie. Tell me what it was really about?’’ I looked into his eyes. ‘’I don't know.’’ I looked away. ‘’I guess, when I am in a relationship, I have high expectations and standards you know. And I liked us way to much for it to end. Because you cannot make me happy and meet my needs.’’ ‘’Y/N, have I ever made you feel that way?’’ he sighed. ‘’Well, you left me at the gala.’’ ‘’I know, but I know better now. Trust me, I had to greet those people.’’ ‘’But that is what I'm talking about. I don't want to be put in a position where there is something between us.’’ He exhaled. ‘’I know mon amour. I know better. I get it. It was an experience to learn from. And I take it as a lesson learnt.’’ ‘’Yeah, I just hope- that I'm still gonna be happy with this lessons and the amount of them.’’ ‘’Soooo, you're telling me you don't trust me?’’ ‘’I'm telling you I'm afraid. It has nothing to do with you.’’ ‘’Don't be afraid. I am the perfect man for you. To take care of you. But I'm still a human. And sometimes I do something dumb.’’ ‘’I know. I do it as well. I just..- As I said. High standards.’’ He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on my temple.

When we arrived to the hotel, he grabbed my hand and led me to the elevator. Automatically pressing the button to his floor. I just sighed from this whole situation. It was so immature. The door opened and we went straight to his room. ‘’Your key.’’ ‘’What?’’ ‘’Give me your key to your room.’’ I just stayed quiet for some time. ‘’Don't-let me-say it-again.’’ He told me with this intense gaze, burning me with his stare, looking at me under his eyelashes. I just nodded and gulped. Handing him my key. ‘’Stay there, till I get back.’’ The door shut after him and I stood there like a pussy not knowing what to do. So I chose to take a look around, even though I slept in this room the night before. The the doors opened and Charles had every thing of mine with him and put it on the couch. The he returned to me. ‘’Take the dress off.’’ I got surprised. ‘’What?’’ ‘’I SAID TAKE IT OFF!’’ I jumped on the place a little bit. Startled by his behavior. I sobbed a little and took my straps off my shoulders. The rest of the dress fell down. The he walked to me. ‘’Now I'm gonna put this thing that belongs to you right back on your neck. And you will leave it there. I promise I will prepare some nice date for us, so we can make it official for you, alright?’’ I just nodded, still looking down. ‘’Now, Y/N, I'm gonna clean you. Hop in the shower. I'm gonna be there in a minute.’’ So I did as he said. Not really thinking it through about what I'm doing, if it is right to be treated like this. I just wasn't thinking, not being conscious of that.

Immediately I've had Charles behind my back, naked and hard. I shivered a little bit at his touch. ‘’I'm sorry Mon Ange, but it is really not my fault that you turn me on. Your body is so perfect. Like it is made for me.’’ I gulped and squeezed my eyes shut. He let the water fall on our bodies. It was very cold at first, so I backed off immediately into his back. Feeling him even more. He just chuckled. Cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. I moaned the right second he did that. Hovering his head over my left shoulder, watching how he is playing with me. ‘’You're so perfect Cherie.’’ I closed my eyes and bit my lip. The he grabbed my arm and sprung me around. I shot him a surprised look with my eyes wide open. ‘’Close your mouth or I'm gonna put my dick inside.’’ I shut my mouth. Then he grabbed some of his stuff to clean me. Rubbing my body gently. I got lost into his touch. And after some time I've heard. ‘’You're so wet already mon amour. You have yourself all of your thighs.’’ I opened my eyes and I felt embarrassed. He smirked at me. Focusing now on my hair.

After the shower he used air dryer on my hair. Then we got back to our room. I stood there in the middle of the room, watching him what he's doing. He went to his suitcase and searched for something. Then he took it out. A belt. I gulped. ‘’Don't look so surprised mon amour. I've told you I'm gonna punish you.’’ ‘’For what?!’’ I asked scarily. Seeing him how he is walking towards me. ‘’For you comparing yourself to other women, do you remember? Right after I ate you out. Then for not wearing that dress I bought you and not wearing that necklace. And on top of that, you thinking we're not dating.’’ I think I stopped breathing. ‘’So now-’’ he sat back on the bed. ‘’Come here, to your papa.’’ I gulped again, and walked slowly towards him. ‘’Can you count in french?’’ I looked into his eyes abruptly, feeling how teary they are getting and nodding at the same time. ‘’Good, baby girl.’’ He smirked and tapped on his legs. I positioned myself on him and waited. ‘’Actually I have other things to add. You storming out of here like a little pussy you were and swearing at me.’’ At this time I wanted to protest but he hit me with his belt. I yelled. ‘’Shhh-shhh, mon amour. Don't be loud.’’ He rubbed my ass a little bit. ‘’I didn't hear you count. That is another three spanks for disobeying my instructions.’’ I cried out. ‘’No, Charles, please.’’ ‘’Do you want another three?’’ ‘’NO!’’ I sobbed even harder. ‘’Un-’’, '-'Deux’’, ‘’Trois-’’ I said with a high pitched voice. It hurt like hell. I was crying and shivering. He had to put his other hand around my hips to keep me in place. ‘’Quatre-Cinq-Six’’ I let out with my cry. ‘’And now, for disobeying me.’’ Another three hard smacks on my ass. I stopped even feeling it.

‘’What a good girl you are. Now tell me Cherie, what have you learnt?’’ I sobbed. Saying quietly. ‘’To not to compare myself to others, to listen to you, to wear what you bought me, wear your necklace-’’ ‘’Not my necklace, it is yours.’’ ‘’-My necklace, not to swear at you and not to disobey you.’’ ‘’Good girl, you have a good memory.’’ He chuckled and kissed my back and turned me around. Grabbing me into his arms and putting me on the bed. ‘’And now, for you flirting with this guy.’’ ‘’What? I was-’’ ‘’Shut up, Y/N.’’ I shut my mouth. ‘’Well, clearly you thought we're not dating-’’ he laughed. ‘’But still, right now I'm gonna fuck you so painfully you will reconsider in the future to let other men hit on you.’’ So he grabbed me by my ankles and sprung me around. Now me laying on my stomach. He grabbed me by my hips and lifted me up. In no time he put himself inside of me. My body immediately reacted to it as trying to get away from him fast but he was faster, pinning me back to him as close as possible with his hands on my hips. I cried out, again. It hurt as hell. He was so big and thick yet I was so small and tight. I thought I'm gonna be ripped apart. I've heard him panting, putting even more force into his thrusts. Then he grabbed on of my leg, leaving it in the air. So he got even deeper. And I gasped for air, which I couldn't inhale. And just as he knew about my thoughts, he grabbed me with his second hand on my hip by my throat so I was extremely put up in this position with less space to breath. ‘’Your teary eyes do something to me Mon Amour.’’ I felt how my tears are falling on my cheeks. ‘’Take your leg and swaddle it around my back.’’ I did as he said. Trying to hold my leg back around his lower back area. Then with his free hand he found my clit and started to rub my clit, fast and harsh. I moaned more, with pleasure and pain. I was crying out loud. ‘’Tell me- Who is your boyfriend.’’ ‘’YOU, Charles.’’ ‘’Who do you belong to?’’ ‘’You, Charles. Just You!-’’ ‘’-Please, Charles.’’ I sobbed and cried out. He put a faster pace and I felt myself coming. All of a sudden, he stopped. And let himself free. I yelled desperately, crying to the sheets under me. ‘’Bad girls don't get to come.’’ He sprung me around once again so my mouth met his cock.

‘’Now you're gonna swallow like a whore you are.’’ He didn't hesitate to wait for any of my reaction on that and put his dick inside of my mouth. I wasn't even doing anything, he just fucked my face. And let himself cum. It was a big load. I felt it how it is leaking out of my nose as well. But still trying to swallow as much as I could. He looked at me, seeing how horrible I look. He went for his jeans. After that, I saw how he is opening his phone and it looked like he wants to take a photo  of me. ‘’Lay down.’’ And I did. I was so fucked out I just did what he said. ‘’I'm gonna take a photo of you. So you can see how you look after this. Maybe thanks to this you will remember that whenever you're gonna think less of you, this is how it ends and looks.’’ I just sobbed. ‘’Now, I'm gonna take care of you.’’ He grabbed me and took me into bathroom. Cleaning my face, my legs. Being gentle with me. ‘’Charles, I'm sorry.’’ ‘’Pst, Cherie. It is fine now.’’ He took me back into bed and put me on top of himself. Hugging me around my back and leg that was laying on his stomach. ‘’It is fine baby girl. I love you. And I hate when I see how you think of yourself sometimes. I don't want to see it again. Ever.’’ I just nodded. ‘’Now, I'm gonna tell you one of my favorite stories, to which I've always liked to listen as a kid. So go ahead, you have to be exhausted. Sleep tight baby girl.’’

[punsmaster69]

13/OCT/20XX

"SANS!"

"...SANS?"

"DON'T TELL ME YOU WENT BACK TO SLEEP?!"

"ok. i won't tell you."

papyrus stormed into my room and ripped my sheets off.

"YOU SAID YOU WOULD GO! GET YOUR LAZYBONES OUT OF BED ALREADY!!"

"ok."

he remained in the center of my room, arms crossed.

"..guess i'm not getting outta this one?"

"NOPE!"

dragging myself away from the comfort of my bed, i donned my usual and prepared myself for questioning.

it's friday the thirteenth, and everyone wants to go to the movies. papyrus asked the group chat who would come with him yesterday night.

tori said she was busy, which means alphys and undyne can poke all the questions they want at me without worrying about her hearing.

bet it's gonna be a super.

reaalll fun day.

"ARE YOU OKAY, SANS?"

"huh- yeah? i'm good."

"IT'S JUST.. YOU'VE BEEN STIRRING YOUR CEREAL AROUND FOR THREE AND A HALF MINUTES."

"what, don't you know?"

"that's the perfect time to stir for ideal room-temperature-ness."

"WHAT?"

"I THOUGHT IT WAS ONE MINUTE AND TWENTY SECONDS?"

"that's for soup."

"OH."

"....WAIT."

"YOU'RE JUST STALLING!!"

"FINISH YOUR SOGGY CEREAL ALREADY SO WE DON'T MISS THE MOVIE!!"

——

"SMELLS LIKE..."

"sugar and grease."

"NO MATTER! WE'RE HERE FOR THE SIGHT, NOT THE SCENT!"

"So.. no popcorn for you, Papyrus?"

"get a small."

undyne looked at me, then back at papyrus, and shrugged.

"If he doesn't finish it, I will."

alphys handed me a bottle of soda.

"thanks alphys."

"Papyrus, which soda do you want?"

"I WON'T BE PARTAKING IN YOUR JUNK FOOD ENDEAVORS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH."

"I-I think they have the one you like?"

"....THEN. A SMALL ROOT BEER, PLEASE."

she ran back up to the front with undyne, while me and papyrus went to go find good seats.

——

"Psst!"

undyne nudged me with her elbow.

welp.

she got about thirty minutes in before asking me something.

"You and Tori, huh??"

"nope."

"It's SUPER obvious!!"

"that you all jump to conclusions too fast? i agree. it's super obvious."

"Alphys already told me everything. You can't deny ANYTHING now, so SPILL!"

i started to tilt my soda bottle over. undyne took it from me.

"Not like that, nerd! About you and Toriel!"

"ok. fine."

"me and her..."

"like to talk to each other."

"and sometimes..."

"we even hang out."

".............."

pasting a polite smile on her face and speaking loud enough for the other two to hear, undyne asked,

"Hey, Sans. Won't you come with me to refill our popcorn?"

"....."

"sort of a.. one person job, right?-"

she grabbed my arm and forcefully yanked me out of my seat.

continuing to drag me until we reached the lobby, undyne picked me up by my jacket hood.

"ARE. YOU. INTO. TORIEL?"

"define 'into'."

"Do you like her?"

"i like all my friends."

"𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗡 𝗜𝗧, Sans!"

"WHY WON'T YOU EVER TELL ANYONE ANYTHING??"

"You're ALWAYS making excuses and deflecting questions like you're covering up some huge secret!"

"You can't even tell me THIS?!"

"....."

she sighed and set me down.

"You're just- so 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 for seemingly NO reason all the time. What the hell is up with you?!"

"...."

"there's some things i can't tell anyone. i made a promise."

"but, as for the tori stuff.."

"i... i guess."

"You 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨??"

"i don't know. doesn't matter, anyway. we're friends, and i like that."

"i'd rather be just friends forever over losing her friendship."

"......."

god

why does everything make my skull hurt?

page-

page over.

nothing else happened.

i'm going to bed.

[yuurivoice]

Just wanted to say that even though I do avoid exploring any tags related to me, I do absolutely recognize and appreciate a ton of you who regularly post awesome art, headcanons, and memes.

A lot of that is thanks to people sharing those fun, awesome things! Reblogs where I end up seeing them on mutuals blogs and stuff helps, so share and gas each other up!

There are people in this community that have been here for years, who have seen this entire corner of the internet shift and grow for better or worse. The OGs who have been around before I ever made this blog know how far the community has come, how much it's stayed the same, and how much it has changed. And I've grown along with it. My aspirations and hopes and creativity has evolved so much from just doing silly little posts as an anime twink to having a full blown web series.

Despite that growth, I am still just a guy trying to tell his stories and make some voices while doing it. I have a small team around me, and without them this would be even more difficult than it already is. We're not corporate, we're independent artists and freelancers and creatives just trying to do cool stuff, and are lucky enough that something worked.

I've failed so much over the course of my life. You see the results of things, and for the most part are incredibly kind and supportive. Thousands upon thousands have appreciated my work in one way or another, and that's a dream come true for me. I never bothered wanting anything more in my life than to share stories with people. I didn't have a bucket list, or many aspirations. I was at a dead end and ready to just give up. That mentality and the time spent going in circles did a lot of damage over time.

But you found me, whether it was 6 years ago or a week ago, and whatever support and vibes you've sent my way have mattered. I won't ever lose sight of that.

I wanted to say that because I know I am not as ingrained into my own community as an active participant and that may make me seem distant, or stuck up, or something. It's not for any sort of disdain or lack of appreciation though, it's just me, and trying to keep my head clear.

You don't get an instruction manual when you're suddenly a niche internet micro celebrity. They don't tell you about scrolling through fan art at 3am and then seeing the nastiest, most mean spirited, bad faith takes about your work you've ever seen. Shit is weird, man. And it's not for me, because I give way too much of a shit about my art, and that's a flaw. My skin has gotten thicker over the years, but what happens on days when your mental health is in the shitter? Weeks where I've been fighting my demons and losing can't afford me the grace to step on a weird internet landmine brought on by the symptoms of being a creative trying and failing and succeeding all at once in a world where everyone on the internet has an opinion they want to shout into the void.

And people can do that! It's my responsibility to look after myself and set those boundaries for my own comfort, not anyone's fault for just doing their thing on the internet, ya know? Once you put yourself out there, you have to accept that people are gonna people. Same irl, shit, I've been a fat kid my whole life, I'm certainly no stranger to people being obscenely rude for no reason other than they like the sound of their own voice.

I just wanted y'all to know that even though we're well beyond the "little internet family" vibes that some creators foster, I'm not up in some ivory tower (ha, said the thing) looking down like a curmudgeon. I am rooting especially hard for all the fellow creatives out there on their own journeys, wanting to share their passion and dreams with the world as well. I want you to win, and succeed, and find fulfillment with whatever drives you to make things.

Guess I was in my feelings a little bit and just wanted to say that I do see many of you and am thankful you've allowed me to play some kind of role in entertaining, comforting, or inspiring you. That means the world to me.

[soleilnomoon]

hi I'm back for seconds 👉👈 the first one was so tasty and I can't help but order some more please 😍💕 (if I can't request again, I understand but if I ammm) may I order a taffy cheesecake bar with some whipped cream on top, that leads to a caramel cobbler fruit tart? the order is for Trafalgar Law ✨ (the only man I'll allow myself to simp for and the only man who deserves it) I love you 🫶🫶🫶

hiii 🥰️thank u for your patience with my slow writing, but it's done! and law is a little nicer this time ପ(◍•ᴗ•◍)ଓ i hope you enjoy, i had fun writing this 💛💛💛

3.5k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; smut & fluff (it's there, really), feat. cute stuff like law being dragged around for errands all day & reader being a tiny bit of a brat, law is handsy & eventually gets his way; there's also public sex, but nothing crazy i promise (myb)

the sun sinks lower, its light a warm honey that seeps over the horizon, casting a hazy glow around the small town. you spent most of the day out shopping for supplies, hunting down bargains on clothes and shoes, and dragging your not-so-happy captain along to hold your things. really, it’s the fault of the others — for goading him into this, for drawing straws, for him somehow being chosen for the task. you snickered with penguin rather loudly, which made your captain narrow his eyes at the two of you, wondering if this is all some trick.

now, while you do like teasing him, you didn’t have anything to do with him losing. it was a happy accident that only made your day of errands that much more interesting.

while you do have fun with your other crew mates, you like being around law the best; his reactions are so funny and well-timed that you end up laughing until you cry. which pisses him off, of course, but what can he do? without you they’d all starve — he’s very particular about what he eats, and has come to like your cooking the best. not that he’d tell you; that head of yours would swell so big and you’d be so damn insufferable while giving him all sorts of smug looks that he has to actively pretend he dislikes. he already has to steel himself against you and your wily ways, already suffers daily when you pull him aside to taste new dishes or when you bring him snacks late at night while everyone else is asleep.

it starts a dangerous precedent, a routine that he can’t break out of; the idea of you not being a part of their crew has never crossed his mind, until today. all morning you were particularly clingy — wanting him to offer input on every single outfit you picked out, frowning when he tried fighting against it, stomping your foot when his enthusiasm wasn’t to her liking. he wasn’t aware of it then, but he’s aware now; he somehow found himself wanting to not give you what you want in the hopes of dragging out that bratty attitude of yours over and over again.

a masochist, he has to be — there’s no other explanation. that or you somehow cast an irreversible spell over him; he’s inclined to believe the latter.

at the last store, his patience thins out severely; you bartered with the owner for a good twenty minutes before he gave you the discount on the dress you wanted. and if that wasn’t enough, you decided to change into it at the last minute, further annoying him as he waits outside. shachi passes by outside, chatting and laughing with a few of the others, and law calls them over so he can shove your purchases into their hands. they don’t need to be told what to do, and scurry back to the polar tang to drop the bags off.

the small bell on top of the door chimes, alerting him to your departure.

“took you long enou—” his words halt in his mouth at the sight of you, drying and fizzling out of existence. it’s unintentional, the way his eyes — a startling harvest gold, a color so rich that it always gives you a rush whenever you look at them for too long — settle on you; but he can’t help it. they sweep over your frame, taking in the thin straps, your smooth, exposed shoulders, and for whatever inane reason, your breasts practically spill out, the fabric smothering them in a way that dries his mouth out all over again.

like a cat with their favorite toy, you slink over to him, lips curling at the edges in a playful taunt at his expression. you hadn’t expected the top part of the dress to be that tight, but whatever; it served its purpose.

“c’mon, let’s go,” you say brightly, walking in front of him, not bothering to wait for him to follow after — and you’re so damn sure he’ll follow, which is a shame because you’re absolutely right. he does. again, more evidence of your witchcraft. he blinks slowly, long legs walking at a reduced speed since you insist on leading them. his words fail him again when he takes in the way the dress sits snug around your wide hips, where the hem is only a handful of inches below your round ass, making him regret this whole excursion in the first place.

you wish you could see his face, but you know the result will be worth the wait; he never disappoints in that regard.

he wants to ask where you’re taking him, wants to ask why you insisted on going to so many stores today, especially when you already have more than enough things aboard the ship. he really should’ve told you no, but he couldn’t; not when you looked so excited to shop around, where your hand continuously sought out his, its softness making it impossible to deny your requests. you bring him to a cute bakery you spotted earlier, various sugary scents waft towards you, wrapping around your body and compelling you to step inside. not particularly fond of sweets, he hesitates at the entrance; you spin around and gently place a hand on his chest.

“you don’t have to come inside with me, i’m just getting a treat.” your words melt his resolve, especially when you’re looking at him so expectantly, thick dark lashes fluttering as you blink — your demureness is laughable given just how cheeky you are with him normally, but he can’t say he dislikes seeing it. nor can he say that it aggravates him when you smile knowingly at him, as if you know he’ll come with you regardless. it makes him groan audibly, which makes you smile more as you head inside.

you make your way to the counter, admiring all of the cute pastries on display, practically salivating at the sight. it’s not your fault, your sweet tooth makes you insatiable. drumming your nails against the hard counter top, you take a quick look at the cute, pastel-colored menu board, completely engrossed as you hum softly and debate internally over which pastry to buy. or, maybe you’ll get a box of assorted ones and just eat to your heart’s content.

the possibilities were endless, clearly.

“did you figure out which one you want?”

a small yelp flies out of your mouth. not only is he standing so damn close, but he also has the audacity to lean close so he can whisper in your ear. you don’t expect it, which is why your heart practically leaps out of your chest, beating loud enough to drown out the rest of his words. you scramble to find something to say and fall short; you usually have an answer for everything, but it seems that he’s temporarily robbed you of your speech.

and just when you think you’ve found the right words, he continues his torment by placing a large hand on your hip, fingers squeezing, goosebumps marching down your arms. a shiver glides down your spine quickly, and you inhale sharply, hoping that no one witnessed your moment of weakness. he didn’t expect you to react like that, so maybe that’s why he takes it upon himself to take a small step forward and pull you closer, liking the way you’ve somehow calmed yourself down enough to relax against him.

a young woman comes to take your order, but you’re still opening and closing your mouth, trying to speak. law takes initiative for you.

“sorry,” he says with a sly grin, one that could be misconstrued as a genuinely friendly, “she’s still trying to decide.” his breath is warm against your cheek. “isn’t that right, y/n?” all you can manage is a nod as you swallow and try to focus on the menu again. it doesn’t work, because law’s hand moves a little lower, so your voice is a little high and squeaky when you blurt out that you want a mini strawberry cake.

she smiles gently at you and moves to grab a box to package your order. in her absence, you pinch law’s arm, which only makes him laugh quietly.

“stop that,” you hiss, head finally a little clearer, cheeks burning at his irritating hand that’s still holding onto you. a warmth spreads through your body, you know if you don’t get away from him soon, you’ll find yourself falling for his dangerous charm. although — not that you’ll every admit this anytime soon — it might just be a little too late.

law’s fingers twitch as they brush against your thigh and you press your lips together firmly, snuffing out whatever foolish noises your body wants you to make. they bounce around inside you, making you squirm involuntarily, which only proves that he affects you as much as you affect him. the woman returns shortly after with the cake you chose and you quickly slam the money on the counter before storming off. because law knows that you normally wouldn’t do that, he apologizes on your behalf, an amused smile on his face as he takes the box with him, promptly following you outside.

you’re walking too fast — so fast you nearly trip — but you don’t care. what started as you having the upper hand for the majority of the morning, somehow turned into law taking charge and you really can’t handle that right now. especially when he’s being so flagrant in public.

after walking for a few minutes, you take. refuge on a bench outside of a shop and cross your legs, foot bouncing as you wait for him to find you. law takes his time since he knows you’ll probably be close by. he still thinks it’s comical that you threw a tantrum like that and left your cake behind; so when he finally catches up with you, he has to press his lips together to keep from laughing.

“it’s not funny,” you lean back against the bench and narrow your eyes at him. “you’re so mean.” the whining is unnecessary, but you’re annoyed with yourself — specifically with your body’s shamelessness.

“don’t be childish,” he chides after sitting down next to you, eyes drifting down to the box in his hand, “i guess you don’t want this, then.” before he can even pretend to open it, you snatch it away and tear at the packaging, nerves on edge. his thigh presses against yours, but you ignore it — you have to, or else you won’t be able to function properly.

you bring a finger to your mouth to taste some of the frosting, but he grabs onto your wrist and halts your movement. it must be madness that drives him to run his tongue along the tip of your finger, licking the frosting off, savoring the taste precisely because it was on your skin. you clench your jaw, teeth straining as you try to remain calm. “how…,” you pause to lick your lips, throat dry all over again, “how does it taste?”

his eyes land on yours when he answers. “very sweet.” much too sweet if he’s honest, but he keeps that to himself as you take a bite of the cake. reluctantly, law lets go of your wrist, eyes following the movements of your hands — traveling back to your face when you take another bite, a bit of frosting lingers on your lip. you misunderstand the look he gives you, thinking he’s interested in tasting the cake, so you offer a piece to him — the last piece at that — bringing it up to his mouth.

“open up.” surprisingly, you manage to say this without issue, silently hoping he’ll just take the cake without giving you grief. wordlessly, he motions for you to feed it to him, smirking at the way you hesitate and laughing when you shove the piece in his mouth, face burning as you try to will your embarrassment away. he laughs as he eats, laughs again when you get up to toss the empty box in a nearby metal trash bin.

you’re a bit unnerved by his attitude, wonder if some strange bug bit him earlier, and your confusion prompts him to get off the bench and drag you off to a nearby alley, one that seems empty enough for him to properly talk to you.

“serves you right,” he says lightly, his hand grabbing your face and backing you against the brick wall. “not so funny when the situation is reversed, is it?” a bit of annoyance courses through him when he says that, but it dissipates quickly when he sees you shake your head, eyes widening slightly at his brazenness. normally, you try not to push him this far, but it seems his patience has left him completely. bringing his face closer to yours, he licks the frosting off of your bottom lip; you press your back to the wall, as if it can keep you standing upright, another shiver traveling down your back as your mouth moves without your permission.

“w-wait, law,” you swallow again, hands placed firmly on his chest; you try to catch your breath, as if he’s stolen it all and refuses to give it back. “we’re in public.” you hate that you have to say it like that, and he hates that you care.

“so?” he shakes his head, tongue pressed along the inside of his cheek as he studies you, “don’t give me that look.”

you stare at him incredulously, amazed at the way he refuses to see reason. but, it’s not a lack of logic in his case, it’s that you pushed him to this point and he knows if he takes you back to the polar tang now, he’d never have your undivided attention like this. so, of course he’s going to do as he pleases while he still can.

again, you find yourself scrambling, trying to remind yourself of why it’s not appropriate to allow this to continue, but his mouth is on yours and you forget about all of that. your lips are soft against his and while he should take his time, he also knows he can’t do all he wants to do without consequence; so he improvises. he kisses you slowly, tongue slipping in between your lips, gently caressing yours; he pushes a leg in between yours, hands gliding down — one settling on your hip and another finding its way underneath your dress. his fingers stroke you through your panties, enjoying the way they’re already damp, which should embarrass you, but you’re beyond caring now.

head full of nonsense and impossible things, your hips twitch with each stroke of his fingers; you kiss him again and again, lips moving in tandem with his, a neediness taking hold of you, as if kissing him is the only course of action you can take. but, no amount of restraint can prevent you from moaning softly when he slides your panties to the side and rubs along your folds and dips his fingers inside. that’s when you know you’ve truly lost whatever game you thought you were winning. his cock strains in the front of jeans, the denim unforgiving as it presses against his erection. it’s due to a combination of your compliance, your wetness coating his fingers, and the noises you keep trying to silence.

he should continue blaming you, but he knows he’s at fault too. because of that, he’s merciless when he buries his fingers inside of your pussy, a strangled noise escaping you as you lose yourself in the sensation, moaning loudly against his mouth as your hips buck against his hand. you grab at his shirt, fingers curling as you attempt to steady yourself against his attack; he pays you no mind, instead focusing on the way your plush walls close around his fingers, even when slides them in and out of you with ease, scissoring them inside of you.

if you had more sense, you’d tell him to fuck you somewhere more secluded, but law has a tendency of bringing out the foolish side of you without even trying. you’re practically begging him in between kisses, and he gives in because he can hardly hold himself back anymore. you unzip his jeans, pull his cock out, admire how smooth and hard it is, hands stroking lazily. his kisses are sloppy, all tongue and teeth as he nips at your lips, breathing uneven when he takes his fingers out of you.

he picks you up with ease, as if you’re weightless, and naturally you wrap your legs around him, lips finding the side of his neck as you lick and suck on the skin there. he lines the tip of his cock with your needy entrance, not bothering to take your panties off as he sinks into you slowly. you playfully bite his neck which has him snapping his hips against yours; he kisses you when your moans get a little too loud, his cock plunging in and out of you without remorse. he loves the way you can’t stop clenching around him, that suffocating feeling has him feeling light-headed and delirious. your pussy is really the only dessert he could ever hope to ask for, which is why he spent so much time riling you up.

you understand that now, especially when his strokes grow shorter, when his thrusts are rough and brutal, his balls heavy as they slap against you. the sounds of your pussy squelching brings a flush over your skin, making it impossible to think straight. he’s in a similar predicament, finding it difficult to even want to stop when your pussy keeps sucking him back in each time. you probably could ask the world of him in that moment and he’d give it to you — its why he tries to steel himself against you daily, not wanting to fall into your trap more than absolutely necessary. if you knew how much you affected him, how much he thought about you routinely, he’d never know peace.

so he’ll settle for your ignorance, let you think he’s more aloof than he actually is; it’s better that way, for both of you, he reasons. his teeth latch onto your earlobe and he whispers something that has you blushing all over again, your fingers tugging on his hair roughly as he laughs. you hate that he can say reckless things while you turn into putty in his hands. you whine against his lips, nails raking against the back of his neck, making him pull back to look at you sternly.

“don’t be a brat,” he hisses, hands gripping your thighs tightly as he powers into you, the tip of his cock kissing a spot that’s deep enough to have you ramble incoherently at him. he should ask you to properly enunciate and use full sentences, but refrains, only because your cunt is squeezing around him tightly, reminding him that no matter what he does, he’ll never be able to rid himself of you completely. it’s in that moment that he accepts it — accepts that he’s a lost cause, that he can’t quit you, not after the way you moan his name so shamelessly or the way you buck your hips against his, your slick arousal dripping prettily onto the length of his cock.

your breath comes out in light pants, your back arching off of the wall with each pound of his hips; you’re not sure what triggers it, but a delicious heat works its way through your chest, down to your abdomen, your body trembling as he fucks you harder. law’s lips are on yours again, he swallows each moan you give him when your stomach contracts and an orgasm rushes through you. his cock plunges in and out of you mercilessly, even when his own orgasm finds him not too long after, his cum thick and hot as it spills into your pussy.

when his hips finally slow down, he presses his forehead against yours, breathing unevenly as you attempt to calm your heart down. it beats wildly in your chest, threatening to put you in an early grave; you gasp for air, inhaling deeply as you cling to him. law lets out a small chuckle at that, gently pressing kisses along your jaw, drawing out soft whimpers from you. he knows that you both have been gone from the ship the majority of the day; if you don’t make your way back soon, your crew mates will start looking for you. but, he enjoys the brief respite, wanting to savor the moment for a bit longer before heading back to the polar tang.

you don’t mind at all, specifically because you know if you don’t find a way to calm down soon, everyone will know what you’ve been up to and you can’t have that. it’s already bad enough that they like to tease you about law whenever he’s not around, you don’t need them knowing that you succumbed to your base desires and let him fuck you like that. still, you’re not exactly upset about the situation either, and smile to yourself at the knowledge of law not having enough self-restraint and where he willingly lost himself to you and your whims.

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hey! I hope you’re having a wonderful day. I was wondering if I could get a BG3 match up? 💜

I’m fairly motherly and quite sassy when I like to be. I tend to care too much for others to the point where I will end up destroying myself in the process out of worry. My best attributes are probably my loyalty to the people I love and my persistence. My worst attributes are probably my lack of confidence and my insecurity.

As for hobbies, I enjoy doing art as a way to express myself. I also enjoy walking outside during the nighttime. Puzzles are also incredibly fun for me since I enjoy theorizing and problem-solving.

I like the nighttime, warmth, physical touch, quality time, cats, playful banter, and cheese. It’s really important to me that friendships I make are built off of honesty and genuine likeness. I dislike loud noises, tomatoes, stereotypes, and people acting fake or lying.

When it comes to my sexuality, i’m pan and demisexual. I’m open to any gender, though I would much prefer a monogamous relationship.

Thank you SO much! And I genuinely hope you’re having a wonderful day. Take care of yourself. 💜💜💜

A/N: Don’t worry, I got your second ask as well! I have included the description below as a refresher (since you said your memory can be tricky at times) and so other people know what I’m referencing as they read my answer. I didn’t just make toritofrito’s attributes up people- I swear lol! 

For you @toritofrito because you said you’re pan but specifically monogamous, I’ve made (who I think is) the best selection for you below:

Hi there! I submitted a previous BG3 ask but forgot some things! Sorry for forgetting some stuff, so here’s some additional info. And I do hope you’re having an amazing day/night! (Also, ahead of time, apologies if I repeated anything from my previous ask. I have some issues with memory.)

I am an INFJ with a 1w9 alignment. I tend to conflict with myself over the moralities of certain things, but I try to be a “peacemaker” of sorts, if that makes sense. Yet at the same time I do really enjoy the idea of adventure and freedom, and I tend to be open to different perspectives.

I also LOVE learning new things from different subjects. Some of my favorites being about international cultures and language. Its something i’m passionate about.

As for appearances, i’m 5”8 and have a lanky and curvy build. I also have shoulder length dark brown hair and amber eyes.

(Disclaimer: I’m unsure if whether or not I do have autism, and I definitely won’t self-diagnose myself with it until i’m sure that I have it.) I do struggle with sensory overload sometimes and get terrible social anxiety. I also have some PTSD. It would be nice if my partner would relate or be able to comfort in some sort of way (not that I wouldn’t return the same comfort). I also tend to struggle with properly communicating my emotions or ideas verbally, so someone who could be patient with me would be wonderful.

Again thanks so much! Take care of yourself and have a wonderful day/night. 💜

☸ Gale would be a great match for you! 

He’s genuine and kind and always striving to be greater than he was the day before. I think you and Gale would get along well together. He’s quite ambitious and has a tendency to lose sight of himself in that ambition. Gale would do well with a partner who’s a bit motherly, as someone needs to remind him to take breaks from his learning or studying to feed himself/get enough sleep, etc. And while you said you tend to care for others so much to the point of neglecting yourself, you’d be able to relate to Gale’s overworking himself. But at the same time, because Gale is such a loyal and dedicated partner, I think he’d take it upon himself to do the same for you. If he notices you working so hard for others, to the point where you neglect your own needs, he’d sweetly ask you to stop, before spending his day or night pampering you, ensuring you’re taken care of. 

As a wizard and a professor, Gale is all about learning and continuing to challenge the mind. I bet he’s an avid puzzler, and he’d love to have someone to share this hobby with, especially when it comes to solving literal puzzles with puzzle pieces. Tara is nice to talk things out with, but she can’t really contribute to those, having only paws to work with. I can see the two of you spending the early parts of the evening in front of a roaring fire, huddled over a table where a thousand tiny puzzle pieces sit scattered across the surface. You could snack on some good wine and cheese as you excitedly reveal the puzzle’s final picture. Once the sun fully sets and the stars come out, Gale would love to take you on a nighttime stroll around his tower. The nippy night air gives him an excuse to hold you close, plus he gets to infodump all he knows about the constellations to you. 

I see Gale as an ENFP, which means he is very compatible with you as an INFJ. The two of you tend to be authentic yet idealistic, which means you can be very honest with each other, and that you both genuinely want to see the other person be the best version of themselves they can be. You also have a strong desire to do what is good/right, something Gale shares. Occasionally, his ambition may cloud his judgment, but I think your love will help ground him. With you at his side, Gale doesn’t need to become a God, he just needs to be a man worthy of your affection, something he strives to be every day. 

He loves your willingness for adventure, and how open you are to learning new things like cultures and languages. He’s spent many years collecting knowledge and books dedicated solely to such subjects and would love to share them with you. Any book, any scroll in his tower- it’s now yours as well. Gale loves you so much, there is no story or fact or piece of knowledge he would not search endlessly to find should you inquire about it. He wants nothing more than to satisfy every one of your needs- the emotional, the physical, the intimate, and the intellectual. 

Gale thinks you’re absolutely gorgeous with your enchanting amber-brown eyes and lovely hair. He offers to braid it or tie it up for you, even though he isn’t all that adept at hairstyling. He will try for you of course, but there’s a lot you’ll have to teach him in that department. (And if you want to get in Tara’s good graces, while you’re teaching Gale about haircare, maybe suggest he shave his beard every once in a while. Tara will thank you profusely if Gale was to ever show up to a family function clean-shaven, even once.) Plus Gale cares deeply about how you respond to his appearance. You could tell him he looks sexy in a cowboy hat once, and the next day come home to find one atop his head. He wants to always be someone you want because you are someone he always wants. 

Even with your anxiety, and PTSD, Gale wants you to know he loves you, no matter what. And he understands how overwhelming things and people can get. He tends to be a bit awkward socially, much preferring Tara’s company to the company of strangers. So if things ever become too much for you, he’d gladly call it a night, and usher you away to a quiet spot to calm down. And he tries very hard not to rush you when you talk. He may butt in unintentionally, unable to keep himself from starting a ramble or two of his own, but he does his best to reign it in, and not interrupt your train of thought until you’ve said everything you want to say. 

Gale is a very genuine and open lover, although he has made it clear he believes in monogamy- the full devotion of oneself to one’s singular partner. You can trust that his affections will not stray or ever become untrue. You are his future. Nothing, not Mystra, or the orb, or the parasites could ever take him from you. He promises a happy life, away from all the unintended madness, where the two of you can happily spend your days reading and learning and enjoying each other's (and Tara’s) company. 

[cristalmystery]

What's your favourite part about playing music (DUDE YOU PLAY THE VIOLIN THAY IS SO COOL GOGUISSHSKWKNEKFFODKD I LOVE VIOLIN SO MUCU 😭😭😭 EVERYTIME I HEAR STRINGS IN A SONG I LOSE MY SHITTJDKSODKFKFKDKD)

(also guitar player buddies pog:D I love playing the guitar sobs)

ALSO SPEAKING OF VIOLIN DO YOU KNOW WHO ANDREW BIRD IS

https://spotify.link/4hjuyaIGxIb

RAHSHS

Oh gosh, there’s so much I love I can’t narrow it down to just one thing, so I’ve made a top 3. (This is going to be long, btw.)

1. Inner peace. Idk how to explain it, but when I sit down just me, my guitar and one of my old books full of songs I can sight read back to front it’s like the rest of the world disappears. I don’t really need to think about playing the music, and I don’t get frustrated because I know the songs, but I still need to focus enough so my thoughts don’t drift. It’s just me and my music in that moment. Nothing else. That’s my happy place. Especially in summer when I can go and sit in the garden in the sun. I play music just for me and just for the joy of learning it. I don’t really like playing for other people or showing off because then I’m no longer playing for me and my perfectionism kicks in hard, which makes it a lot harder to still enjoy the music.

2. Playing with other musicians! I joined our music school’s string orchestra this year and I’ve been having a blast. It made me realise how much I had missed by guitar ensemble. Such a big part of being a teen was that one hour a week I spent in guitar ensemble with my friends (none of us liked the teacher and we were little shits about it, but we did get shit done). I also think that’s how you learn the most/fastest. A. Because you have a bunch of other people how can help/teach you. B. Because you have to learn in order to keep up, you have to match that same level to play along.

It’s also fun because the stress of having to preform falls away. Everyone is too focused on their own thing to notice your mistakes and the audience tends to not hear or notice the mistakes because it’s really hard to tell that they are there without either knowing the song already or having the sheet music in front of you. So I like playing in a group because I can convince myself to not put too much pressure on it.

Oh, and jam sessions with friends are always fun. I tend to have one once every 3-4 months. Sometimes it’s playing songs we already know or tried. Sometimes it’s just “hey what if we did this song?” And then everyone looks up the chords and we try it a few times. Seeing the music come together is always fun. I end up going home with a sore throat from singing my lungs out every time.

3. This one’s not really about playing it, but sharing music. Going “Hey, I learned to play this song, what do you think?” or “hey i wrote this. Any thoughts?” or talking about new musicians you discovered and making your friends listen. And listening to the stuff your friends write! I have a friend who composed classical music and orchestral shit and I love getting little private concerts!

VIOLIN IS SO COOL! It’s also hell to learn. It’s like playing a video game with endless boss battles. You constantly have to work your way up to the fight so you can get past that hurdle only to be immediately hit with the next skill issue. I’m struggling so hard with the third position. Not even with the position itself, just with switching between first and third and back. I miss my frets!!! I miss being able to see/feel where my notes are instead of having to know them all by muscle memory! And don’t get me started on the bow. Violin is like 80% bow control/management and it’s funfair! I do really love playing the violin. It’s so much fun once you get the hang of a piece.

YOU PLAY THE GUITAR TOO!?! GUITAR BUDDIES, HELL YEAH!

Oh I didn’t, but I’m looking him up right now.