#stitches anon

[andrew-nobody]

Happy Valentines, Andrew. Have fun with Shrek and your girls ;) 💋

~ stitches anon

I’m gonna complain the whole time, and eat an onion cheesecake.

[saltymongoose]

Hey! This isn't an ask but did you happen to get a request from kai or stitches anon? We both sent an ask and wanted to make sure tumblr didn't eat them? Sorry if this is annoying but we wanted to make sure lol

Hmm, well, I do have an older request from Stitches currently sitting in my immediate drafts, where it's being worked on atm. Other than this, there isn't anything in my inbox from either of y'all, so you probably surmised correctly in how Tumblr decided to eat them this time. (Again. -_-)

Feel free to send them in again if you guys want, as Wolf Moon 🌕 Anon did. I'll also confirm if I receive anything. 👍 (And this is not annoying at all, so don't worry about it lol. <3)

[demaparbat-hp]

the audacity you literally have to make a GENOCIDE SURVIVOR (whose entire culture was decimated by the fire nation) proudly work for the imperial fire nation army in some fuckass au? zutara shippers are never beating the colonial apologism allegations.

Woah, okay, I wasn't expecting this. I'm a firm believer that people should, first and foremost, treat each other on the basis of respect, so I'll do my best to explain this to you, clearly, and with the benefit of the doubt in mind, okay? I'm a nice person like that.

First of all, I'm working under the assumption that you haven't read these posts, and thus don't have all the information I've shared about the AU. I've been as clear about this subject as I can be, especially in my replies but, for the sake of fairness, I'll say it once again again:

I do not condone nor find it moraly correct to justify a victim of war joining the side of the ones responsible for her people's genocide.

I try to view this AU, and war in general, through a mature, realistic lense. Turning Katara into a victim with glorified Stockholm Syndrome isn't really my style. It's honestly insulting and deeply disturbing for me, as a creator, a woman of color born in a country that has a very, very long history of colonialism, and an empathetic human being, that anyone would believe me capable of thinking like that.

That being said, I know I really shouldn't, but would you like me to give you a step by step response?

(...) proudly work for the imperial fire nation army (...)

Okay, like I said before, I'm going to assume you saw only the artwork, didn't read either the tags or the two separate, in depth posts about the characterization and plot in this AU I made literally twenty four hours ago, and drew your own conclusions instead.

First of all: Katara doesn't proudly work for the Fire Nation army. That's her cover, as it is Zuko's. She joined Zuko and his crew, all traitors to the throne and good, honourable people, under the pretense of hunting the Avatar. Truly, they're destroying the Fire Nation military from within. And are, most definitely, not proud soldiers of the Fire Lord.

Katara hates the Fire Nation. But if joining a Fire Nation crew is what she needs to do to end the war, she will do it.

And, honestly, these are not excuses. But context is important, and it's not healthy to draw conclusions from the title instead of actually reading the book, if you know what I mean. It could get you in trouble some day.

And, please, I'm begging you—this has been talked about a lot, and I don't really like drama all that much, so I won't even rise to the accusations of condoning a non consented, colonialist and abuse apologist relationship.

That's just rude.

[basilpaste]

can we boop looping isa?

so i like. misunderstood this a little bit when i first read it and by the time i realized i was in too deep. but. osisa boop.

[cowardlykrow]

He’s a horrible bastard but also what if I made him sooo small

[yes-asil]

Sorry but can i ask about the name of the fic you are writing of detective conan

Konvexspiegel?

Translated it's Convex Mirror, like this one!

It's used for corners in streets usually; when you look, it turns everything smaller and the image gets warped.

It fits Conan, since he is a smaller, warped copy in the AU and also the fic itself since I am writing it in a oneshot style, using the episodes I like/have ideas for, sticking to canon as much as I can.

Also used the German word, because the dialogue I refer to is from watching the dubbed version. It's funnier than it has any right to be.

[tangledinink]

ok random nut honest question does swanatello feel safer when he's like in a bathtub full of water than when he's just in the lair and follow up does he sit on top of other water sources (like if they brought a pool to the lake would he sink into it or can he still stand on top if it's close enough)

Ooh, this is an interesting question,,,

I don't think he would necessarily feel safer, but he would probably enjoy getting to soak in a bathtub or a kiddie pool or something. Unfortunately, due to his injuries, this wasn't really super possible during his latest visit.

I think Swanatello is capable of walking on/sitting on other water sources, but it's not as natural and requires more effort. At the lake, he doesn't even need to think about walking on the water-- it's completely seamless. To walk on a different source of water, he would have to be actively trying to do so. He can do it, it would just be a lot harder than walking on his water, and he'd probably avoid doing so and be more inclined to swim instead.

[oifaaa]

if you want a romantic anime I can recommend "president of the student council is a maid?!". it's sort of a classic so you might have heard of it but it's cute. not without it's issues of the time and of the genre. but still it's very decent. funny and the main girl and the love interest boy are interesting

also something you might have seen: classmate. just a lil bit of school romance, it's a film. it is gay in a very like. sort of realistic but not for the sake of angst and suffering kind of way. very good animation

Yeah unfortunately I have already watched both of these its weird thinking about how Maid sama used to be one of those animes everyone would have watched not in like the way people watch anime or trending shows now a days more of the if your friend was trying to get you into anime and they gave you a list of recs maid Sama would be on it and yeah Doukyusei came out around the same time yuri on ice did which is weird to think about how long ago that was now

[spookyloves-fictionalcharacters]

Between you and Habit which one of you is the one that steals bites of food from the other?

ME >:-3

[cinimuffin]

I thought it might be nice to make smaller/simpler patterns for people who don’t have a ton of time and/or experience. Mini gridded pride moth/butterfly pixel art part 5. If you use them for anything please give design credit (and also @ me because I would like to see). Intended for personal use only.

[andrew-nobody]

Just saying I really like your poems :)

-stitches anon

Oh, did you read the one I wrote last night? It’s kind of depressing. Lately I’ve been grappling with this fear of going dormant like many of the fictives before me….

I wonder how many people would notice? Or care? How real am I? Hahaha….

[saltymongoose]

Heyya salty! I'm sorry if I sound impatient or rude but did u get any asks from someone named stitches or kai? Me and a friend send an ask each and they haven't seen theirs answered yet. But they are shy and so they asked me to msg you if that's okay. If you did get it no rush! Just wanted to make sure tumblr didn't eat it lol

Love you and stay hydrated!

-stitches anon

Hey Stitches! :) <3 Yes, don't worry, I've received both of your asks just fine. I actually have both of them in my drafts as well, so I've been going through some ideas for them and progress is being made (albeit slowly cause of work lmao). Messaging me is also perfectly alright; both you and Kai can send me anything any time you guys want, it's always open. Happy Belated Birthday by the way, I hope you had a good one. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡💕🎉🎊

[stitch1830]

I would like to ask several questions regarding Taang, which would be much appreciated.

First, what would be the headcanon for the Dunebabies once all of them reach adulthood?

Second, what would be the headcanon for each member of the family (Toph and the Dunebabies) in regard to their interaction with the new Avatar?

Thank you in advance.

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask! It’s been a while since I’ve thought about my Taang headcanons, so hopefully these will be suitable haha!

For context, my Dunebabies are Lin, Gyatso, Suyin, and Kenji. Boys are airbenders, girls are earthbenders.

Okie dokie! Let’s get into the question.

I haven’t really thought too much about the Dunebabies as adults. My favorite parts of ATLA to explore are the mysterious years between ATLA and LOK when the Gaang are in their prime. Still, it’s hard not to think about the next gen becoming adults, starting their own families, etc.!

For Lin, I typically have her becoming the Chief of Police for Republic City. It’s an emotional day for the Beifongs, but Toph and Aang are very proud of all of Lin’s accomplishments. Not sure about who she’d end up with, but I imagine that she’s in a happy relationship, perhaps with a kiddo or two 0-0. Lin’s got a more lighthearted personality than in the show, but she’s still relatively stoic. Aang jokes that she gets it from the monks lol.

For Gyatso, he really falls into the role of being the airbending master after Aang. He manages the Air Temples, works closely with the Air Acolytes, and is a free spirit that’s flying around all the time. I’d imagine it would take him the longest to settle down with anyone, but it’s a possibility! He’s an absolute sweetie so he’s a catch <3

For Suyin, I see her being this adventurous, city building matriarch. Not sure I headcanon that she’s with Baatar, but never say never with my AU LOL. She definitely gets started on having a family the earliest, from the start she wanted a big, loud, rambunctious family (kind of like the one she grew up with). She loves bossing people around and being a leader/trailblazer, so I think establishing Zhaofu is a great career for her haha!

For Kenji, he’s a bit of a mystery for me. Very similar to his parents, he has trouble staying in one place for long. But since he leans more into his Earth Kingdom heritage/earthbending tendencies more than the Air Nation/airbending tendencies, I think he tries to fight the thought of being this figurehead for rebuilding the Air Nation. He wants to create his own path, and so for a while, he’s out there trying to compete in pro bending tournaments, Earth Rumble events, creating new fighting techniques and all that. Kenji is very close with Toph, so I think he’d turn to her for help/advice, and when Aang dies, he’s always returning home to check in on Toph. Like Gyatso, he wouldn’t settle down quickly, but I can see it happening if he finds the right person!

Tbh, I think all the Beifong kiddos could have their own families, especially because they grew up in a very close family.

When it comes to meeting the new Avatar, I think they all spend a few moments with the Avatar Korra, but they find it so strange because they see/notice bits and pieces of Aang in this little kid. They still miss their dad so much, so noticing these details makes them a little emotional. But, they’re glad that Aang’s spirit lives on in Korra, and they want to honor him by doing what they can to make sure she gets the proper training and is ready to take on the role and responsibility.

Toph knows this is the new Avatar because she can feel all the similarities, particularly with her heartbeat. I think if Toph was emotionally available/able to help with the Avatar search, she would've found Korra pretty quickly just based on the heartbeat.

It's a bittersweet feeling for Toph, and she takes some time to come to terms with it because she misses him so much, but I think when the time came, she would find Korra and train her in earthbending. Partly because she wants to, and partly because she knows it's what Aang would've wanted.

Plus, she'd get to yell at Twinkle Toes again, and she never minds doing that haha!

Okay! I think that's all I got for these questions. Thanks again for the ask, Anon! If I missed anything, feel free to stop by with some more questions. Hope you have a great day :D

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Send me asks about ATLA, LOK, or anything, really! :D

[basilpaste]

How would osisa figure out Loop’s identity? Since he doesn’t have The Incident as a reference point, I imagine there must be some other sorta catalyst for it

the answer to that is. that he figures it out. like. fast.

i make a lotta jokes (and also serious stuff) about the fact that he recognizes loops eyes, but it is genuinely more complicated than that.

he clocks loop pretty quickly, though. theres not really a catalyst as much as their is an. awareness from the jump.

their eyes are the same as sifs, just upturned in a forced sort of way, the way they swear is the same (and hes very aware of the 'stars' thing as seen in his friendquest), and they also have. the same voice??? loops voice is a lot more showy and overdramatic, but its. sifs voice, probably. the only reason siffrin themself doesnt clock it is because people hear their own voices differently in their heads. lmao.

theres also the little things. like how they seem to spit out their little nickname for siffrin. 'the traveler'. but handles everyone else with much more care. how they grip their arm. how they laugh - genuinely laugh.

isa knows this person. or at least who they used to be.

hes not sure how it happened. but he operates with the assumption that this person is some reflection of siffrin from very early on.

and. he doesnt tell them.

well. not until its too late to take back, anyhow.

[becca-e-barnes]

omg that dbf pornstar!bucky drabble😩>> becca do you have anymore thots about him🙏

I always have thots about ps!dbf!bucky! 😏

Because I feel like that dick is addictive. Let's face it, you're gonna be daydreaming about it for weeks on end, good sex is so hard to forget.

I like to imagine it's pretty addictive for him too though because above all else, this sex is real. It's an opportunity for him to truly enjoy sex with a connection, rather than just scripted positions. It's grounded in real pleasure because neither of you are acting. You're kissing him because you want to kiss him. You're biting his shoulder because that's what feels right to you in that moment. You're asking for what you want next. Nothing is scripted; nothing is expected and that's such a different set up to what he's used to.

When you first start hooking up, the sex is bound to be so frantic. It's like the lust just bubbles over all of a sudden and your lips are on his while you try to get each other out of your clothes as quickly as possible. And that's nice! It feels good even just to get to take your clothes off because that's not something he has to do at work.

"You're so pretty, angel." He whispers, kissing down your neck so slowly. It's even nice to just get a chance to whisper because he doesn't get that in the studio. You're the only person that can hear him right now and it nearly gives him a kind of thrill. He doesn't have to think about tensing his muscles and looking his best, he can show you an intimate kind of sex where he's a lot less guarded and self conscious.

"Bucky..." You whine, your head thrown back, giving his mouth complete access to your throat.

"I know baby, I know. You're so needy. I bet you're ready for me already." A hand drifts under your skirt, up to your panties, rubbing you like he owns your cunt. His confidence makes you squirm and his gentle hum of approval leaves you wanting to squeeze your thighs together. You know you're soaked but it's almost embarrassing that he knows it now too.

"You've never had a man touch you like this before, have you blossom? You've never had someone who knows what you need and knows how to give it to you. Used to tell you all the time to stop dating those stupid boys." The pressure he's applying with his fingertips on your clothed pussy is perfect while you shake your head no. He's firm but considerate, letting you press yourself desperately against him in an effort to take more.

"They had no idea how you like to be touched, did they? And honestly sweetheart, neither do I. I don't know what you like yet. But I can promise you, I'm gonna work it out. I'll try everything we can think of. How does that sound? Just keep you in bed for a couple of days. I bet we could find things you didn't even realise you were into. That sound like a good idea?" His voice is calm and measured, his breath hot on your neck and his suggestion sounds pretty damn perfect.

He loses his cool a little when you nod quickly. You're as keen on this as he is and it's that mutual excitement at the prospect of some more really good sex that makes this even better for him.

[f1tasies]

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Pierre vibes such Pierre vibes..All the effort to get ready for a event just to make out and ruin makeup at home... Redo it and f*** in the car... Cancel plans for the event completely...

Man's got it in him to strip at a vineyard which is why mans got it in him to f*** in the car.

I'm sorry anon this took so long, but this is DONE! It's honestly one of my faves!!! Loved the prompt too <3 tw- unsafe driving, medical conditions

2.6k. Enjoy

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The thing with Pierre is that his love language is touch. He always wants to be near you, feel you, stay with you. When you sleep, he’s always got one arm on you — on your shoulder, on your waist, on your breasts, or sometimes much, much lower. He needs physical reaffirmation that someone as incredible as you was with him.

Since you moved to Monaco, it’s been impossible to get a free moment with him though. You had your own bustling social life, and when Pierre wasn’t hanging out with his driver friends, he was with the team: working on the car, perfecting it. You couldn’t complain, whenever he had a good day at work, he’d come home and spoil you, submitting to your every whim.

It was rare that the two of you had a free moment alone. Like tonight. Red Bull wanted him to do some promo work and your own agency had tied up with the event, so unfortunately both of you were needed.

You stare at your closet, wondering what to wear. When you have too many clothes — things you bought yourself, your sponsors gave you, Pierre gifted you — it feels like you have nothing to wear.

You sigh. "Nothing works for tonight," you say, and sit on your bed, brooding.

Pierre exits the bathroom, covered only with a towel. You smirk when you look at him. You love how he looks, all hot and bothered, reminding you of the times he fucked you hard and raw after a race. You quickly shake your head, trying to drive away those thoughts. You had somewhere else to be.

He chuckles when his gaze meets yours, catching you red handed. You would’ve blushed, but he is your boyfriend. You have every right to stare.

"What's the problem?" he asks, chucking his used clothes into the laundry basket.

"I don't know what to wear!" You stand up, throwing your hands.

“Well,” he starts. “At least you have a choice.” That was true. Pierre could only wear what Red Bull, no sorry, Alpha Tauri assigned him.

“Touche.” You collapse on your bed, face-down. “Help me?” You whimper

"That's easy," he smiles.

You turn to your back and interrupt him before he continues. You've had this conversation multiple times.

"Don't say nothing." You throw a blouse at him.

He grabs your hand and pulls you up. "Wasn't going to." He whispers into your ear. "But that is your best look."

You laugh.

“And,” Pierre’s eyes wander down your body. “I have to fuck you in this.”

You wear a white lingerie set that Pierre had got you. You hadn't had a chance to really model it until now.

"Like what you see?" You taunt, turning towards him bending down, giving him the perfect view of your ample chest

"Always," he kisses you, grabbing your hair. You almost give in, but remember you’re getting late.

You pull away. “Not now, Pierre. We have to go soon.”

He sighs. “Fine. I think you should wear the silver dress.” He holds up a hanger.

You take it from his hands, feeling the soft material. It was a classy number, albeit a little short.

It was perfect really. You quickly get your makeup kit, starting on your foundation. You don’t need to do a lot in the way of makeup — slight contouring, dark eye shadow, bold lipstick. That was enough.

Pierre turns away from you and gets dressed himself. You liked his style — effortless, clean, suave. Just like him.

You unzip the dress, slipping into it. Unfortunately, the zip locked up, and you were afraid of pulling it up further, which could break it.

“Pierre?” You call for him. “Fix this please?”

He gathers your hair and pushes it forward, down your shoulders. You feel him grab the zipper, but pulling it downward instead of—

“You sick bastard,” you take his hands off of you but he places a soft kiss on your hand.

“You can’t kiss your way out of the party sweetheart,” you reprimand him.

His gaze flicks upwards. “Let me try,” he whispers in your ear and kisses you. Softly, at first. He wants permission. You couldn’t resist him, not like this. You deepen the kiss, your tongue finding his.

Both of you somehow end up on the bed, clothes disheveled, mascara running down your face.

In the tiny reprieve you get between kisses, you look down at his chest. Pierre was covered in blue lipstick, but he didn’t seem to care that his white blazer was stained.

“Sweetheart,” you tell him. “Your jacket-”

“Is it working?” he interrupts you, grinning. “Did I kiss myself out of this?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No way. We’re just going to have to be fashionably late.” You flip your hair back and look at yourself in the mirror. It actually looked better like that, messed up, but this was a formal event. This was going to be extra work.

Pierre’s arms snake around you from behind, and you recline into his touch, sinking into his embrace. He made you feel things you’d never associate with yourself. He was the only one who could bring you to your knees willingly. You didn’t mind one bit.

—

15 minutes later, you’ve successfully fixed his jacket, hiding the more stubborn stains with a delicate scarf (one of yours, but it looks good on him) while he braided your hair and artfully tied it up.

You never asked how he knows to make the most incredible hairstyles, and he doesn’t tell you either. He just knows. Grabbing a few decorative silver hair pins you’d got from an antique store from your dresser, he inserts them, securing your hair.

“Voila,” he says, his hand sweeping over your face, as he shows off his work. “Est-ce à votre satisfaction, mademoiselle?”

“Oui, monsieur,” you shoot back, very impressed. “This is for you,” you hand him his blazer and grab the car keys.

“The Acura?” his eyes widen as he shrugs the garment on.

“We’re representing a brand, baby. Gotta look the part,” you shoot him a wink.

“Only if I’m driving,” he runs behind you.

You hold the keys out of his reach, teasing him. “Only if you catch up to–” You trip, losing balance.

You were running in high heels. A bad decision, you think, but that couldn’t be helped now. You brace for impact, but something stops your face planting into the gravel. You feel your feet be lifted off the ground in a sweep, and you close your eyes.

“Careful now,” he presses a kiss to your forehead. Of course Pierre caught you, stupid knight in shining armor–

“What, no thanks?” he taunts.

You open your eyes to meet his dusk blue ones, and lean in, pressing your lips to his.

“I am eternally grateful,” you whisper, when you break apart, and then mumble ‘showoff.’ He laughs.

“Open the car for me?”

You press the button. Pierre unlocks the passenger side door and gently places you. You quickly shift to the drivers side, so when he opens the other door, he has to go back to the passenger side.

“This is what I get for being nice?” he complains

“Get in if you want to come,” you tilt your head, telling him to hurry up.

“Oh, I’ll make you come,” Pierre mutters, the words putting you slightly on edge.

“What?” you furrow your eyebrows. He refuses to elaborate. He straps in and turns on the speaker system.

Fine. He could have the music he wanted. You were still the one driving anyway.

You pull away quickly, adjusting your mirrors as you go. Not ideal car etiquette, but you were in a rush.

Pierre fiddles around with his phone until he finds one he likes and hits play. You couldn’t help but tap along with the beat. It was a synth-pop number, and you adored the bass.

“I love this song!” You smile at Pierre, who reclines his seat and puts on a pair of sunglasses. Leave it to him to wear shades at night. You sometimes wondered why you even liked him.

You look back in front of you and your heart almost jumps out of your chest. You slam the brakes hard, the tyres screeching, but stopping right in front of a dog. Pierre’s left arm flies in front of you, securing you. Your heart flutters, you think you skip a beat. You’re not sure if it’s because of the almost-accident or Pierre that made you feel that way.

You honk the horn aggressively, trying to get the dog out of the way, and when it scampers off, you start the car again, this time controlling your pace.

His hand relaxes and falls to your thigh.

“Don’t fuck with her like this, ma tigresse,” Pierre tells you, his fingers tracing circles on your leg. “Have I ever treated you like this?”

You blow a stray strand out of your face. “Well, maybe you should,” you stick your tongue out at him. “Because I treat her excellently.”

“Maybe I should show you how you treat her,” Pierre’s voice dropped. You suck in a breath as his hands wander to your inner thigh.

You had an inkling of where this was going, and what was to come.

“Pierre,” you warn him, not taking your eyes off the road. He ignores you, and his hand is dangerously close to your clit.

When he starts rubbing you, you almost swerve into a truck.

“Fuck,” you moan. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He’s relentless.

“You fuck my car? I fuck you. It’s simple really,” Pierre takes his hand away and licks his fingers, making sure you see him in your peripheral vision. You feel heat pool at your core, and almost become a hot, pathetic, sex-crazed mess, but somehow, you focused on the road.

Turn right at the next intersection, your GPS tells you in its saccharine robotic voice. She irritated you and you were getting payback.

“Oh yeah?” you cock an eyebrow at Pierre, as you accelerate. “Like this?” your right hand wanders to the e-brake.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Pierre’s eyes look aghast. “Unless… My kiss to escape strategy worked and you want me to fuck you so bad you’re willing to skip this event.”

“Very funny Pierre,” you pull your dress down, covering up whatever he exposed.

This time, Pierre opts for a more direct route. “Take the next left,” he commands.

“What? But the GPS–”

“It’s a shortcut. Charles told me about it.”

You trusted Charles, and he lived in Monaco his whole life. You sigh and turn left. Instantly, you know you’ve been tricked.

“Pierre!” you explode at him. “Seriously? That just cost us another 15 minutes!”

He nods and gets out of his seat, towering over you.

“Push your seat back, and put the car in cruise control,” he whispers.

“What–”

He sighs and does it himself. “That wasn’t so hard was it?” he kisses the back of your neck, hands wandering around your chest.

Your left hand remained firmly on the steering wheel, but your right, which you rested on the e-brake, was now touching something that most definitely wasn’t an e-brake.

“But you are,” you bite his lips, slightly drawing blood. "Hard, I mean," Your grip on him tightens, and you feel his breath waver.

His steely gaze locks onto yours.

“I made you a promise that I’d make you cum, right?”

The road you were on was empty. It was as if Pierre had planned for this moment. You part your legs in resignation, and Pierre sinks downwards.

It was difficult for you to stay focused on the road when he flicks his tongue over your clit. Or pushes a finger inside you, massaging your g-spot. Your eyes flutter, doing their damned best at not closing up, but ultimately, the pleasure is too much.

You have no idea what obscenities leave your mouth when Pierre starts using his teeth. Not too much, but just the subtlest graze left your sensitive skin on fire. You didn’t know how fast you were going. You didn’t know how late you were to the gala. You honestly didn’t care.

All that mattered was Pierre, and his incredible body between your legs. He’d let his stubble grow out a bit, and the friction was going to leave a mark– but who was going to see that except him? The way he peered at you between your knees, you wanted nothing more than for him to take you right there.

You realize he’s not actually letting you cum. He brings you close, so so very close, but then lets go instantly, diverting his attention somewhere else. He was doing that on purpose, you think.

“What– Fuck– about that promise? Pierre?”

“Hmm?” he pauses. “Oh that? I’m just treating you like you treat my baby.”

“Pierre!” you gasp, desperate for release. “Please…”

He ignores you, his nails scratching your thighs.

For a while, he does nothing. It was almost as if he wasn’t there, compressed in this incredibly small space, sucking you dry.

Then he strikes. And it feels like everything at once. At some point he rolled the windows down, so the full force of the wind slaps your face. The deafening roar of the engine. The wet sounds of whatever he was doing to you. The loneliness.

Pierre attacks you through your orgasm, refusing to let you go.

“Pierre I can’t anymore I just can’t Pierre please Pierre–” you have no idea what you say, you just want this moment to never stop but get over at the same time. A paradox.

And then he does let go, and the car comes to a screeching halt, propelling you forward. Finally. Civilization. Another car.

But then Pierre grabs his head.

“Fuck are you okay?” you bring the car to the side. “Let me see,” you pant, still not completely recovered.

The light from your phone illuminates his forehead, and he winces when you touch it.

“Ow!” he gently presses your hand between his, telling you to pull away. That was a concerning amount of blood. Shit. That would need stitches, you think.

“Pierre,” you hug him tight. “Text them, we can’t make it. I have to take you to the hospital. Merde!” you curse, inputting the details into your GPS.

He smiles at you, slightly dazed. “It actually worked! Kissing you got me out of the damned gala!”

—

“Wow calamar,” Charles greeted Pierre with a friendly pat on the back. “That’s a bad cut! What happened?”

Pierre grins. “Would you believe it if I told you it was sex injury?”

You freeze. The official story was he tripped and fell. Christian and Marko were okay with that excuse. The bandage on his forehead was evidence enough. Pyry didn’t trust you but he didn’t say anything out of the ordinary.

Pierre just blew your cover.

Charles looks at the two of you, confused. “I’m sorry, what?”

“He’s joking, Charles,” you slap him on the shoulder, sending Pierre a warning look. “Right Pierre?”

“Sure,” he winks at him.

Charles sighs. “Stop making fun of me Pierre, you know I can’t wink.”

“Aww Charlie,” you tease. “It’s okay. I’ll teach you how to wink,” you wrap an arm around his shoulder and pull him closer. “Me and Pierre. Only for you.”

Pierre goes pale. “She’s joking,” he tells Charles. “Right, mon amour?”

“Sure,” you wink back.

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