#sv writing

[paytonthefrog]

I’m finally finished!! This took roughly 14-15 hours of my life I honestly don’t regret

Thank you to the 6 people who reblogged the original wip with nice comments - you guys are a big reason for why I got around to finishing this

And here are the tags for who requested them: @5am-the-foxing-hour @iamthedestroyer-grr-argh

[cubedmango]

they do this the entire way home

[siplick]

Late night letter

[hootyhoowoo]

A little 15 min doodle but first post of the year has to be Bingqiu!

[hamofjustice]

a funny/sad thing about people who go on tirades about how penny pokemon sv is an awful selfish violent criminal who should be arrested instead of being reached out to and helped, and how they feel insane that anyone likes her is... she absolutely already feels that way about herself and they didn't notice

she spends the whole game doing what she can to protect her friends from being blamed for anything, calling herself a massive idiot under the guise of being someone else, turning herself in voluntarily, wanting to be given more punishment. it weirds her out that her friends and the school directors and chairwoman keep showing her mercy and seeing the good in her and what she was trying to do instead of throwing her in the trash she thinks she belongs in

[cowboyschumi]

DIRTY DIANA

Summary: Sebastian is famously known for naming his cars after women’s names. The meaning behind this year’s choice, D.D, still intrigues people.

Author's Note: First Seb fic of many coming (he's my man). The idea in my mind was way cooler than what turned out. English is not my first language sorry for any typos etc. Enjoy the reading, interactions, and suggestions are much appreciated. <33

Warnings: Suggestive, Female reader named Diana, cheating.

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COWBOYSCHUMI | 2025 All rights reserved. Do not copy, translate, or upload on other platforms.

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The morning after could be the best or the worst, depending on who you ended up in bed with. Sebastian had been trapped with the same partner for a long time—and no, not exactly his girlfriend. Guilt was ever-present, but pleasure was the dominant feeling. He hated himself to his guts for this, yet his loneliness was the only excuse he could cling to.

But that wasn’t the real reason.

This woman rocked his world in the most unspeakable ways, making him do things he never thought himself capable of—at the top of that list: cheating.

Both of them were detached from each other, perhaps. Just a flesh-and-blood thing, no love involved. Maybe that was what upset him the most. The coldness of it all, knowing he wasn’t the only one who slept with her. A sharp sword to his ego.

Sebastian didn’t know yet what kept him coming back to her. His suspicion was the lust they carried and how they behaved like a couple in bed, making love with such passion. Maybe it reminded him of the person he truly loved—the one who was far away, the one he was cheating on.

The sun was already hitting through the hotel's curtains, making it impossible not to wake up from the bright lighting. They had slept hugging each other, legs intertwined, very romantic. He didn’t like waking her up, so he took his time admiring her features first, noticing how delicate she looked while sleeping peacefully. His fingertips danced up and down her sides, watching how glowy her bare skin seemed under the sunlight.

Slow and careful, he left the bed with the intention of getting ready for his long practice day.

"No morning kiss?" A sleepy female voice suddenly interrupted. Her tone was usually honeyed, the sweetest to the ear. But in the morning, it always turned huskier, irresistible.

Her waking up took him by surprise. He poked his head out of his gray Red Bull shirt with a smile, golden curls still messy.

"Morning, sleepyhead."

What she demanded, he gave her. Sebastian was pathetically under her spell, easy to manipulate like clay. With Diana, there was no such thing as a brief kiss or a soft peck, everything had to be overwhelming and intense. Her hands pulled him back, almost dragging him into bed with the way she took his lips so fiercely. Sebastian felt so alive and wanted by her side, like a teenage boy experiencing things for the first time.

Then, just as suddenly, she let go of him, as if she’d had enough and grown tired of him. He stared down at her, confused by her sudden shift in mood.

"She texted at midnight, sounded a bit worried," Diana said out of nowhere, as if his girlfriend was no big deal. "You left your keys at home, she said." With a casual motion, she grabbed his phone from the nightstand and tossed it to him gently.

There it was, remorse hitting again.

"You didn’t reply, right?" Now Sebastian was the one sounding worried.

Diana laughed. She knew her place as the side piece and had no intention of interfering in his romantic life. Her profile always remained low, no matter what. On the contrary, she wanted nothing but the best for him. To her, other women weren’t competition, they were equals. Fighting over a man had never been an option.

"I might be a nasty dog, but not in that way." She admitted with a sly smile, biting her lip as she stared at him while getting changed. She wasn't an active fighter because she knew she could seduce and have any man with just a snap of her fingers, including Vettel.

And it was no news she had her way with multiple drivers. Diana was like a myth—everyone knew her, but no one dared to speak her name out loud. She possessed an unexplained power. Surprisingly, she wasn't a wag wannabe; she just liked hanging around, enjoying the attention, and having a good time—leaving them wanting more. Still, even though she was everywhere, she was never seen in the paddock or at the GPs. Her name was a popular topic, but her face was unknown.

She didn’t show a hint of wanting to get out of bed, being a morning person was never part of her routine. Her figure was the living image of Venus, impossible to ignore. He couldn’t help but stare, frozen in place while clipping his belt. Mesmerized wasn’t enough to describe how he felt or how fast his heart pounded just from looking at her. They spoke through their gazes, filled with longing and need. Their imaginations raced, already picturing themselves back in bed together. They had a hold on each other, a silent pull, not wanting to let go.

Diana made things hard for Sebastian, too many mixed signals and emotions that he either couldn't read or was too slow to catch. Sometimes, women were a mysterious territory for him. Why did they say yes when they really meant no? Were all these indirects really necessary? He chose to remain clueless for his own health and safety.

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Today was practice day, which meant not much racing and a lot of press—an awful day, according to him. Sometimes, Seb wished Di would beg him more instead of the other way around. Simple things, like asking him to stay five more minutes in bed or having breakfast together. He would ditch any PR event or interview just to spend even more time with her. She was a nasty dog, and he was a simple hound dog; at some point, they matched perfectly.

For his luck, first dates didn't involve many cameras: it was always Lewis, Jenson, Michael, and Fernando. Malaysia had a sweet turnout, including now Mark, Nico, and him. Today, he wanted to remain quiet and silent, containing any jokes and banter. He had already been warned about not pushing Webber's buttons too much. Oh, how he enjoyed seeing the old man about to explode, it was just so fun to watch.

"No tricks under that sleeve today, kid?" Mark's eyebrows were furrowed. Even he found it surprising, this chill attitude, almost like he sensed something was wrong. He scanned him while drinking from his water, realizing that seeing Sebastian in this indefinite state might actually be an advantage for him.

"Just thinking. Don’t relax too much. Pull those pants all the way up because I’ll have my way with you on track." There was typical Vettel again. Webber just laughed it off, they always pushed each other's limits, testing boundaries and seeing who would break first.

"Am I interrupting something?" Nico joined joyfully, always seeming to have a good day, brightest smile and thumbs-up.

The afternoon progressed as expected—race talk, regulations, and the usual stupid questions about nonexistent rivalries. Until, of course, the typical non-sports-related question came up, meant to stir things up a bit.

"This question is for Sebastian." A female interviewer stood up, her voice shaky, as if she doubted herself or what she was about to say. "Kate was the last name you gave your car. What's this year's name?"

"I don't know. You want me to name it after you?"

The laughter was unanimous. The interviewer turned red as a tomato. Flustering female reporters was such a Vettel thing to do, she should've seen it coming. Being flirted by him was almost an honor.

"I mean, the season is just starting, haven't thought about a name yet." It was the truth. But what was also true was that he had been unfocused the entire press conference, thinking about Diana, barely paying attention to his surroundings. His mind was somewhere else—racing through her curves, tasting her lips, gripping her bare skin as they held each other. There was no doubt about this year's car name. "Maybe... Dirty Diana?"

The comical demeanor lingered in the room, but not all the drivers laughed. That could only mean one thing—more than one of them had already been with her. The thought made Sebastian shiver, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

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The day ended in the most exhausting way, not just because of the long routine, but because he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Seb wasn’t the type to party during race weekends; he preferred celebrations in a more relaxed setting, away from cars and pressure. That’s why he headed straight back to his hotel room, dragging his feet, head down, the embodiment of exhaustion.

"Schieße," he cursed under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose, nearly having a heart attack. His hand clutched his chest as he tried to steady himself.

"Is that a bad or a good thing?" Diana asked, confused, peeking out from behind the bouquet of flowers she held in her hands. "Yellow, they're the closest color to gold... You know, golden boy." She emphasized the last words with a teasing smile.

"You really didn't have to." He didn't reach for the flowers; his hands needed something to do, or it would be too obvious how shaky they were. No one had ever given him flowers before. Was it silly to feel a little excited about it?

Sebastian expected to head straight home after the race, back to what really mattered, his girlfriend. His clothes weren’t thrown everywhere, thankfully, so packing up wasn’t a difficult task.

As he turned to face the bed, there she was—already lying down with the biggest smile, flowers still in hand.

"Don't even bother staying. I'm sleeping early," He said, politely shutting down any second intentions she might have.

"At least let me order some food to the room. I'll pay." Diana insisted, but he avoided looking into her eyes—if he did, he knew he’d fall for it. Instead, he extended his hand, helping her to get out of his bed.

"You're no fun, Vettel." In the blink of an eye, her arms were around his neck, pulling him close. She really had a spell on him because his hands didn’t hesitate to hold her waist firmly.

"You know why I don't want you to spend the night here, Di." His voice carried a hint of shame, it felt so wrong but yet so right.

"You really think I knock on your door just for that?" Her tone was teasingly sly as she slipped from his grip, gracefully making her way to the room's phone.

Diana wasted her time with Sebastian—spent so much of it, in fact, that she could hardly be considered a vixen. Mornings were spent reading in bed while he trained, afternoons were quiet, sometimes even filled with watching free practices if she was in the mood, and nights? They talked about their day, if they weren’t too busy devouring each other.

The truth was, he had it all wrong. Diana genuinely enjoyed his company, maybe even liked him, just a little. She was starstruck. But Sebastian was too blinded by her reputation to see it.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The Red Bull driver murmured against her perfumed nape, his lips brushing against her skin as he planted subtle kisses along the side of her neck. Meanwhile, she remained focused on the phone, ordering their food.

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Amazingly, the food was incredibly good—especially considering it came from a hotel kitchen. They barely spoke, too busy stuffing their mouths with pasta.

"So..." Seb’s lips were stained with sauce, a complete mess. The young lady shook her head with a smile and quickly wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. Her gaze softened. He was a kid trapped in an adult’s body, and she loved it.

"When did you realize you were attracted to… all this?" He gestured around himself in a slow, exaggerated circle, as if his body were some kind model-like sculpted masterpiece. His self-confidence was ridiculous. She couldn’t help but chuckle.

"You're certainly hot, I won’t lie to you." Diana began, determined to make her point. "Remember that driver's meeting last year? When you started rambling about how bad the chassis was? So passionate and full of knowledge, but at the same time completely unserious." She smirked, leaning in slightly. "That’s when I realized, you’re just a big kid who happens to drive incredibly fast."

"Is that so?" His classic cocky smile was crystal clear, ego boosted and skyrocketing.

"I won't compliment you or open up ever again," she huffed, but before she could say another word, his lips crashed onto hers. They needed each other like air. That torturous tension lingering between them could only be relieved through contact.

The only sound filling the four walls was their shallow breathing, broken only by muffled whimpers. They satisfied each other's desires like two perfectly fitted puzzle pieces, connecting seamlessly. Diana craved his hands roaming her body with devotion, while Sebastian longed for her lips to explore him like something sacred.

Her hands gripped his clothed hips, pulling him closer, while her legs locked around his waist, keeping him exactly where she wanted. The heat between them demanded more than just friction, but everything had its pace. His mouth was occupied with her neck, tasting every inch, getting drunk on her scent, and leaving marks, claiming her as his own. Deep down, they really didn't belong to each other, but right then, they forgot that.

His mouth trailed slowly down to her clavicles, while one of his hands instinctively enveloped her breast, kneading relentlessly. The sensation made her back arch off the mattress involuntarily. She hated when he played dirty, so she grabbed a fistful of his blonde strands, tugging just hard enough to force his sight upward. "I thought we weren’t doing this today," she murmured, her voice laced with slightly irritation, though her lustful eyes told another story.

"Bad news for you, I guess." His blue doe eyes looked up at her playfully, a teasing grin at his lips. He had no intention of stopping—not until they were completely done with each other, pleading for mercy. "I think I'll stay a few more days here, I need my lucky charm by my side."

[khattikeri]

something that surprised me about pidw was that ning yingying, the childhood friend character, wasn't the first girl luo binghe had sex with. instead, qin wanyue stole his virginity at the immortal alliance conference.

but the more i thought about it, the more it made sense.

pidw!binghe's first time involved very dubious "i'd rather not but i guess if you're dying and you really want me to..." levels of consent on his part, with qin wanyue being far more active and manipulative.

the pidw readerbase didn't view it as assault at all, but as a "lucky guy" situation. even shen yuan is pretty dismissive when he recalls it in svsss. but it is manipulation and assault. it did hurt luo binghe. it did contribute to his blackening after all the suffering he endured before and at cang qiong. by the time luo binghe escapes the endless abyss, he turns around and does the same to countless others to satiate xin mo and expand his own power.

in zero-to-hero type male fantasy stories, tournament arcs right after abusive childhoods are THE place where things turn around for the better. the protagonist gets more powerful, shows off his hard work or insane deus ex machina skills, gains friends and rivals...

...but pidw was never meant to be that sort of uplifting story. instead, luo binghe gets sexually assaulted by an ally he'd just fought hard to save, then thrown off a cliff by his abusive teacher into a hellscape where he has to fight for his survive 24/7 for five years.

and the worst (yet most accurate) part is, because pidw is a male gaze harem porn novel, it frames all of that as good. desirable, even. an exciting empowering sexual encounter plus training for him to get revenge later. rape, what rape? luo binghe is a man, he should've loved something like that. the readers, even shen yuan, assumed he enjoyed it.

god. really makes it that much more tragic.

[the-bar-sinister]

Kid rescues/is rescued by a time traveling dragon who turns into a motorcyle, and goes on adventures with it as their best friend while also going to school and fighting a bunch of cool gang leaders who are actually the good guys sounds *exactly* like the plot of a fanfiction I would have written in 2002 and been relentlessly bullied for, for making an over the top mary-sue/gary-stu.

This is the plot of Pokemon Scarlet/Violet.

[blazingstar400]

Everyone LOOK at these!!!!!

HE LOOKS SO AMAZING!!! I was literally squealing when I saw these!!! Urggghh!! I love him so much!! I just want to hug him, and tell him how amazing he is, and how he’s so great at battling, and make him realize how much he’s loved, and how cute and cool he looks, and—

[noswordinourlake]

I'm sorry I've tried to sit on this but I have to speak my truth: the only person in Scum Villain I might possibly trust to raise a child would be Liu Qingge

[agentc0rn]

He dared to fly high and beyond

With a will that burned hotter than the sun itself

Outstretched his hand

Just to feel a modicum of its light

Longing to possess its brilliance, power, legacy

Enveloped and overwhelmed

His wings of crystals cracked and he fell

Down into the heart of the sea

Just before the tides claimed him

From the skies, came down them

and reached a hand for his.

[pollyannawog]

Now that it's finished: all the illustrations I made for my Kieranpon fic ✨✨

Original AU by @shima-draws

[asleepygremlin]

Pokémon scarlet and violet and its theme of isolation and overcoming that feeling

So I don’t know if people have pointed this out or not but I noticed with the main characters of Pokemon sv, they suffer from some type of isolation. This will only focus on the main characters which are Arven, Nemona, Penny, Kieran, and Carmine. This will discuss events of scarlet and violet and its dlc so spoilers will be in this post. I apologize ahead of time for my poor wording as I’m not good at putting my thoughts into words. (I also apologize if this theme was obvious and I just sound like an idiot for noticing it now)

Tl;dr the main characters suffer from some kind of isolation whether it’s visible or hidden

The most obvious one to notice in my opinion is Arven, first I’d argue he suffers from physical isolation as growing up, sometimes the one parent he has isn’t even home most of the time and at the very least had mabosstif. He has no parents in his life and the one that partially is, is now dead. Next from the way Arven latches onto the player later on especially when seeing how he acts in mochi mayhem and how he seems kind of jealous of the players new found friendship with Kieran. This to me also shows he doesn’t have any friends either (I believe he even says mabosstif is his only friend which is kinda sad). So in short Arven has no support figures besides mabosstif, but he doesn’t truly have any human connections. That is until he makes friends with the player, Nemona, and penny

Penny is the second one that I noticed, like Arven, she also suffers from physical isolation by locking herself in her room. She’s suffered from bullying which would obviously lead to isolation and has probably caused her to close herself off from everything, but at least she has her friends at team star right? Although she does, when she first was friends with them, her identity was anonymous. She knows and connects with team star but they will never truly know and connect with her until later events which finally allow her to bridge the gap.

For the next one, I’m going to skip Nemona for last and put the kitakami siblings into this one section (also this one relies the most on speculation since we don’t know exactly what their experiences were). Unlike Arven and Penny, both of them don’t suffer from physical isolation but mentally. Carmine and Kieran have both grew up in a remote village for most of their life until attending blueberry academy. The isolation they must have felt must have been staggering. Although from the sounds of it they eventually were able to find solid ground via the league club. Now with Carmine and her prickly attitude, that might have caused her to push others away and keep to herself at times (I admit I’m speculating, I wish the dlc was longer DX). As for Kiki, I admit it’s a lot more easier for me to speculate because I relate to him more I feel you get more insight into his character compared to Carmine sorry Carmine. He is a lot more introverted and shy compared to his sister and I bet his love for the ogre led him to being a bit of a social outcast and moving to blueberry academy most likely didn’t help with him, even just feeling like he was, an outcast, plus his already bad self worth. When he meets the player, he is still very shy but seems ecstatic to finally having a friend to talk to… until you have to lie to him. I could go on an essays worth on how Kieran’s self worth and paranoia caused him to quickly think he’s being betrayed and see himself as unworthy of the player’s friendship but that’s another story and this paragraph is already getting long enough already. By losing his friendship with the player, he further isolated himself from others and it’s even worse in the indigo disk. He now isolates himself by being a ruthless champion with everyone afraid to confront him. Now he’s not alone from being a shy outcast but instead from being champion and hiding his already fragile heart with thorns. Ignore the poeticism of that last line lmao and yep this section with Kieran is of course the longest. however while both were able to find some solace in the league club, I’d argue they were able to truly open with the help of the player especially Kieran who learned to accept himself as he is.

Now finally Nemona and one I find the most fascinating because she isn’t as visibly isolated as the others and admittedly is the reason I wanted to write this. First I’d like to point out something I think people forget often, just because people seem to have a great social life and friends doesn’t mean they don’t feel lonely. Nemona is champion rank, student council president, and is overall a star student. However because she’s at the top, some people are intimidated by her and in one area convo she mentioned how someone refused to battle her because she’s a champion and battle wiz that would wreck him. Then in another area convo, she laments over people thinking that battling is natural to her and ignoring the genuine hard work that she puts into her skills. And in her final convo in her dorm room, for this I’ll just copy and paste the quote from bulbapedia and let it speak for itself.

"People would tell me to my face that I'd only managed it 'cause I have some innate gift, or 'cause I was raised differently, or whatever. And suddenly I started to feel like there was this invisible wall between me and everyone else."

(Also I was also going to add more info from the scarlet and violet novel “after the rain with you” but it hasn’t been officially translated and the only translation I found was via google translate so I decided to take it with a grain of salt and not add any info despite it having the most insight on Nemona’s character imo, if you want to take a look here’s the link)

Despite being the at the top being up there can get pretty lonely… until she met the player and had someone standing right beside her.

Anyways if you’ve read this far then thanks. This was longer than I thought it would be as I mainly typed this in one go only taking a break to do more research for Nemona’s section so sorry again if it seemed kinda rambling at times.

Edit to add: rereading this I realized that Kieran and carmine in fact do suffer from physical isolation as they live in a remote region that resembles a traditional Japanese village which could add some cultural isolation. Another type of isolation I didn’t think about was class isolation(is that even a term?) coming from Nemona as she comes from a wealthy family which could also adds to the gap between her peers. I guess I didn’t think about it like that since in comparison Arven and penny’s situation is what would usually come to mind when you think of the word isolation, my bad.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

This is probably a but maybe "stop squirming", "spread your legs" and "what a good boy/girl" with rika (pokemon) with gn! Reader

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Rika had you right where she wanted you before you had even realised it. You did think to yourself that her kisses seem to be far more heated than normal, and the smile on her face had been turning more woolfish by the moment. But once you noticed the gloves coming off and the tie being loosed around her neck, it became all too obvious the reason why she was quickly closing any gap between you both.

"Stop squirming." She murmurs, lips brushing against your neck, her hand trailing down your stomach inching closer and closer towards your sex having you fidgeting against her. "Spread your legs." She commands, her hand awaiting to divine between your thighs; you obey without hesitation. "That's it, so good for me."

She pulls herself away from your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. An action that is followed by her fingers dancing along your sex in way that made you shudder against her. She chuckles softly at your reaction, kissing you once more. "I've barely done anything and you're reacting like that? You're too cute."

That woolfish grin that you had missed earlier reappeared on her features. Before you can react in any other way a gasp falls from you as she presses against a particularly sensitive spot between your thighs. The face you make only goads her further to continue her fondling and all you can do is provide her the reactions that she seems to be wanting.

Right where she wanted you from the start.

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[front-facing-pokemon]

[matsinko]

It's here! My post-canon Bingqiu fic for the @svsssbigbang in collaboration with the absolutely wonderful @sintiadaria and @vebokki, and beta read by @lieutenantruby and @sun-turner.

Please check out Sintia's art here, and Vebo's here—their talent was endlessly inspiring as I worked on this piece.

>> Read on AO3 <<

Text version below:

Title: Helpless is the Heart

Author: matsinko

Summary: In the aftermath of book 3, Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu navigate the complexities of their relationship, learning to trust, heal, and build a future together.

This story is about the exploration of love, vulnerability, and what it means to truly belong to each other.