#to be clear this is the 'just chatting' layout

[hollis-exe]

as im doing my new layout in the wake of the poll results i figured i'd poast my old layout with the old pngtubers i made for myself and some of my friends. sadly the plugin i used to align my chat with that screen is no longer free, so i just. i skewed it.

[other-peoples-coats]

niche news that may be of interest to approximately none followers, but some combination of the newest android update, the newest nova update, and/or the newest klwp update seems to have fixed the 'touches can't launch apps' issue

[garlicisgodsbestinvention]

perfect dimensions

(Carmy x Designer!Reader)

Summary: The Bear is weeks from opening, and Sugar hires an interior designer to bring the vision to life. Part 1/3.

Warnings: cursing, WILL contain smut later 👀NO use of Y/N because this is the 21st century. Carmy x female!reader, reader is described as having longer hair but that’s it for physical descriptions. NOT EDITED because I’m lazy girl tehe

—————————MINORS DNI——————————

“I hired a designer,” Natalie tells them in passing on Thursday, waving a vague hand when both Syd and Carmy open their mouthes to ask, “She’ll be here in like, twenty minutes.”

“Okay, heard, but we already have a design,” Carmy says, gesturing to the wall covered in layouts.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had a degree in architecture and engineering. Those are fake dimensions, Bear; we don’t know shit about anything, so someone is going to come in and make sure that we’ve got the right fucking shade of white!” Natalie shouts before the office door slams shut, leaving Syd and Camry to stare after her with equal confusion.

“Pregnancy is making her…” Syd starts to say.

“Mean?”

“Yeah, mean. Definitely a little mean,” Sydney sighs, “She’s right though. Vibe doesn’t get us to opening night.”

And that’s how Carmen finds himself stuttering through an introduction from a now much-more-pleasant Natalie when she shows a woman through the front doors.

Carmen extends his hand to you, clearing his throat, nodding like a fucking idiot when you tell him your name.

“Yeah,” he says, “I’m uh, I’m Carmen.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say, mouth spreading into a smile that makes his heart beat a little faster. “Walk me through?”

Natalie takes the lead while Carmy and Syd hang back. One glance at the look on his partner’s face should have sent Carmy scrambling for something else to do, but he’s not fast enough to remove himself from her presence before a laugh is bubbling from between her closed lips and he’s desperately hoping his face isn’t turning red.

“Im, uh, Carmen,” Syd lowers her voice in a mocking tone.

“Fuck right off,” Carmy shakes his head at her.

“You literally forgot your name!”

“I didn’t forget my fuckin’ name—“

“Like oh my god, a pretty girl with pretty eyes appears and you forget how to talk!”

“Are you done?”

“Absolutely not. I can’t wait for Richie to meet her.”

Carmen wishes the day would never come.

Ten minutes later you appear back in the dining room, Fak following close behind with a shit-eating grin that makes Carmy wish he had never gotten out of bed this morning.

“Carmy! Did you know she likes to bake?”

“No, Fak, we’ve only just met. Would you let her do her job?” Carmen sighs, rubbing his fingers into his eyes to stop an oncoming headache. Syd snorts.

“We’ll chat more later, Neil, I promise,” you say.

“You might have just made yourself a new best friend,” Syd laughs.

Carmy looks away the moment your eyes swivel over to his, trying to disguise that he’s staring as best he can.

“So,” you say, “Natalie said you had drawings. May I see?”

Camry’s fingers itch in a weird way, but he manages a nod before striding over to his backpack to pull out the notebook while you scan the wall of swatches and inspiration photos. You nods your head a little, like you’re concocting an idea.

Carmy wants to twirl a finger through the strand of hair hanging loose out of your updo.

“So, uh, this is what I’ve come up with so far.”

He then spends the next ten minutes walking you through each of the drawings, explaining himself a little too thoroughly, and making random comments about lighting and booth fabric. You look intent the whole time, brow furrowed at the page, occasionally pointing and you don’t even have to say anything—Carmy just starts to over explain immediately following the point of your painted fingernail.

When he’s done, you nod your head slowly, the corner of your mouth twitching up. You’re wearing some sort of lipstick that reminds Carmy of the stain of touching a cherry pit.

“These are amazing,” you say finally, and Carmy feels his face heat. “I like the vibe. I love the vibe, actually. Are you a sensitive person?”

You look up at him and Carmy short-circuits.

Syd says yes, at the exact time he says no.

“Conflicting signals,” you say, “Anyone else to weigh in?”

It takes a second for him to realize that you’re making a joke, and he has to shake himself out of a stupor caused completely by the sight of your smile.

“Uh, no, no I’m good. Gimme feedback,” he says, and you reach out to flip the pages back, landing on the entry.

“Great. I’m going to tell you what we need to fix,” you say, straight to the point. “This entry is too small. Either we need to extend out into the sidewalk, or we need to push the kitchen back by at least five or six feet. The bar is going to create a bottleneck right here, and we need to inset these shelves to give you a little more working room. The lighting here needs to be sconces, and the bathroom doors need to slide to maximize space—this is too small for a swinging door.”

Carmen is fully intent on taking in every word you’re saying, but out of the corner of his eye he can’t help but see Syd’s face transform into something mildly resembling devious.

“Heard,” Carmy says, nodding his head as you looks back up. “Let’s rock.”

——————————————————————————

You become a fixture in Carmy’s life in the same way that Sydney or Richie or Nat are, appearing every time he turns the corner and whispering a hello in passing before you start barking orders to the contractors who listen to your every word. Strangely, he can relate. A week ago you told him, Carmen, please decide which side of the bar you want the ice machine on, and do it quickly so I can tell the water guy when he gets here. He’s never made a decision so fast in his life.

Even Nat had popped an eyebrow when he replied, on it, before you’d even really finished your sentence.

Usually, he’s on autopilot—walking in and straight back to the office or the kitchen and hardly ever stopping to notice what’s going on. He’s the first one in and the last one out by design, so he doesn’t even see everyone else arrive until they’re already there.

This morning, though, Carmy walks into the kitchen to see you already there, writing something out in a notebook as Natalie talks, waving her hands wildly.

“Okay, I got you,” you’re saying only glancing up when Carmy’s shoes shuffle too loudly on the floor. “Oh! Good, you’re here. I need you.“

Carmy raises his eyebrows. “Need me?”

“To look at paint swatches,” you say, ushering him into the main dining area. The words ring in his head like bells as he follows you, the scent of your perfume surrounding him as he walks through the crowd of it. You smells so good, and it reminds him of New York City somehow, the faint scent of rain.

He figures that you must have come in even earlier than he and Natalie both, because you’re dressed more casually than usual, and there’s a charm necklace dangling over your tee shirt that he tries to identify when you turn without you realizing he’s staring. He makes out a paintbrush and nothing else.

“Right, so,” you start, gesturing to the wall. There’s a beat of silence with them both staring at the three swatches on the wall, and then Carmy turns towards you.

Your words overlap.

Carmy says, “I hate them.”

At the same moment, you say, “They’re horrible, right?”

Carmy laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah, not it.”

“Okay, so hear me out.” You say, leaving his side to pull something from your folder. “Pink.”

“Pink?”

“Like, oyster shell pink. Neutral enough that in the low light it’ll look pale, almost indiscernible from white. And this wall—“ you point to the back where the booths will be and shake your head. “Has to be a mural. It’ll look unfinished if it’s bare.”

Carmy nods along with everything that you say, trying to envision it. “What kind of mural?”

You tilt your head, chewing at your lip. Carmy completely short-circuits for an embarrassingly long second.

“I might have some ideas,” you say in a soft voice, crossing over to the table where you’ve set your things and pulling out a black sketchbook.

“Two artists in residence, huh?” Carmy jokes, his stomach fluttering when you smile.

“Do you draw anything other than food and restaurant interiors?” You ask.

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” you repeat, looking up at him. He knows that you want him to elaborate—he would never admit out loud that he spends the hours he’s not cooking trying to replicate the way your necklace hangs off of your neck and the curve of your wrist.

Occasionally he doesn’t do weird, obsessive, borderline creepy things—sometimes he sketches the buildings outside his window as the sun goes down, or tries to remember what the boat in Copenhagen looked like, or that one place he used to drink coffee at in New York.

Your eyes narrow at him just a little, like you’re trying to read all the things he’s not saying.

He dips his head, half to look at the page you’ve opened the notebook to and half to get out from under the scrutiny of your pretty eyes.

“That’s insane,” Carmy finds himself saying, looking down at the waves of color on the page. “It looks like, almost like wood? Or marble. That’s—fuck, that’s so cool.”

The page is covered in shades of brown and deep green and black, melding together into something that reminds him of tree rings or stained wood panels, muted like an old chinoiserie river painting.

“You could hire someone to change it out seasonally maybe, it’d be cool, but I think something like this would look nice with the color of the wood we picked for the tables—“

“Will you do it?” Carmy asks, fingertips tracing over the edge of the paper and coming away brushed with color—oil pastels. “Could you, I mean, I wouldn’t trust anyone else to do it like this.” He tells you, rubbing the tips of his fingers together and watching the color meld together before meeting your eye.

Your mouth is parted, eyes wide as you look at him, and he gets the urge to flick your bottom lip to see if it’s as soft as it looks.

“I,” you start to say, “Yeah. I can do it. If you want me to.”

“I do,” he says, too quickly. “Want you to. Paint it.”

Because what else would he be asking you to do? He wants to throw his entire brain into the blender on high.

“Okay,” you say, “I’ll start tomorrow.”

He makes a mental note to make sure he’s there all day to peer through the windows and watch you work.

[totothewolff]

Chemtrails Over the Yacht Club Collection 18+ | Toto Wolff x reader, age gap, smut operator, clear daddy issues (this fic is inspired by Lana del Rey, duh), and yacht culture.

Summary: Toto Wolff is a name often mentioned at the Yacht Club, where you work after classes. For some reason, you have always pictured him as an old crank like the usual members, not this foxy man who arrives at the reception making your knees quiver.  The entire staff goes frenetic as he, one of the Club's most important clients, chooses to spend his spring break there without previous notice. You pray to the Gods that you don't cross lines with him since your entire livehood depends on this job, and you really want to graduate college. Author's note: This was supposed to be a one-shot but was way too long, so I split it into two chapters. I hope you enjoy them. By the way, this version of Toto has questionable morals.

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1 - Dark but just a game

As the sun rises over the Mediterranean Sea, you find yourself running across the streets of Monaco at full speed, like a mad girl, your ponytail swaying behind you like a pendulum, sprinting as fast as you are able all the way from the bus stop to the iconic doorway stairs to Monaco's most prestigious, exclusive, and expensive Yacht Club. 

To your fucking luck, you are running late because you didn't hear the many alarms set on your phone. 

Not because you are acting lazy; these past weeks have been brutal, and your body is exhausted from work, college, and tests.

As you quickly climb the marble steps, you pray you don't slip and break your nose against them. Cleaning it will be a nightmare, and you already have many chores to do that day.

The staff access is all the way down the next street, but you only have about 2 minutes left to check in on time. Either you use this shortcut or get another notice, so you risk it!

For obvious reasons, the staff isn't supposed to use the member's and guests' main entrance; the one that leads to the glamorous and iconic lobby with the front desk and stunning bar that is featured in many Architectural Digest issues due to his architectural heritage and art deco layout, but fuck it.

You would rather get a reprimand from your boss, the Members Services & Events Department director, than a salary fine. You are already biting your nails to meet this month's end.

As soon as you reach the large double gold-framed doors, you feel the fresh air of the AC hitting your pores with a sweet scent of jasmine. 

You want to make the most discreet and casual way in, trying to blend and go unnoticed between the people there and their soft hums of conversations, but Lord! Fate hates you.

As soon as you push the doors open, you feel your keys flying out of your blue short's tiny pocket. 

You don't know who to blame the most: the designers who insist on putting those stupid, almost fake pockets on women's clothes, the massive ball of keys your manager insists you carry around at work due to the old-timey tradition of the place, or you for running relentlessly.

The sound the keys make when they hit the pristine and immaculate stone floor makes you want to die; it sounds like a torpedo hitting the ground.

All the people inside there, the ones chatting on the trendy and expensive lounge pearl white sofas, the ones getting down the swirl stairs from the terrace under that beautiful chandelier and massive skylight, the people enjoying their morning by the gold leaf bar drinking their welcoming Italian soda and the expertly crafted canapés along with the hot man standing at the front desk next to your boss turn their heads following the sound, all looking straight at you now as you stand still there in the middle of the room.

The hot man has short brown hair, dark eyes, and a well-built, athletic body that could easily be spotted from a mile away. He exudes power and sexiness, and you can't help but take him in. 

"Good morning" is all you come up to say, trying to keep your composure. Fuckity fuck!

The tall man bends his body and reaches down to pick up your rusted keys, which slid near his feet.

"Good morning, kid," he greets you as he enjoys the view of an embarrassed, sweaty, and out-of-breath you, with your hair loosened up from running under the sea breeze and wind in those tiny ass blue shorts and white polo that the Club makes you wear as a uniform, with a very amused smile on his face.

Toto's voice is smooth and captivating, sending shivers down your spine as you listen to him. Your heart races and your cheeks flush with a mix of excitement and nervousness. 

You can't believe the man in front of you is talking to you so charmingly. Most members and guests are out of touch or rude towards staff.

"Thank you, s-sir," you quickly reply, grabbing the keys with a slight tremble in your voice. 

Toto's eyes twinkle with amusement as he observes your reaction. It's clear to him that his presence takes you aback, and he finds it endearing.

"Who the fuck is this specimen of a man, Jesus Christ!" You think, your brain breaking down a bit.

"Right this way, Mr. Wolff," Chloé, your boss, stands right by him.

She is almost his height and a vision of elegance and authority. Her perfectly styled curly hair and soft, evony skin glimmer as she addresses Toto in the most polite voice, stealing his attention from you.

Before looking at you with an "I'm going to murder you," look in her sharp hazel eyes as a silent warning of the impending reprimand you are getting.

You immediately recognize the last name: Wolff. He most likely is Toto Wolff, the successful businessman who owns one of the villas at the Club and has a beautiful yacht by the dock. 

You have heard his name many times before. You know he is one of the most important clients and may be spending his spring break here. 

You had no idea he was coming; no one in the crew or staff notified you about it, which is the usual when a big name is to arrive. 

But most importantly, you had no idea he looked like that; you always pictured him as an old fart. 

Damn, he is hot!

-

As you fix your wild hair in the locker room, you notice Chloé enter, and you rush to finish tightening your ponytail. 

You observe her reflection coming your way in the tiny mirror on the metallic door of your blue locker. 

"Here we go." 

You can feel Chloé's disapproval while waiting for her words, and your mind races with fears and uncertainties.

"Girl, how often do I have to remind you about the importance of punctuality in this establishment?!" Chloé's voice is like ice seeping into your core, chilling you to the bone. 

You feel a mix of panic and frustration, knowing that you have once again fallen short of Chloé's expectations; she is your most supportive person in the entire place.

You bite your lip nervously, trying to devise a plausible explanation for your delay. For the first time, you are glad the staff area of the Club is not as luxurious as the rest of the sparkling oasis venue. 

It's a bit dark in there because there are only small windows below ground level, so it is impossible to notice how pale you are right now.

"Of all days, you had to choose today! Please stop being so reckless. There will be a time when I won't be able to stand up for you and help you out! You know I love you, girl, but Raphaël is going to give us so much shit if any of the guests or Abby mention the incident to him."  

You feel a wave of self-doubt washing you over. This familiar sensation crept up whenever you faced Chloe's harsh criticisms; she's the best but a challenging and demanding boss.

She is at the top of the game, and Chloé works hard to maintain the Club's reputation and the best guest service in town. 

"I-I'm sorry, Chloé," your voice stutters as you try to form an apology, your words coming out in a quiet, shaky breath.

You are still in a whirlwind of emotions. You did your best to keep a professional demeanor in front of Toto's presence and the rest of the guests. 

But the entire incident was overwhelming, plus his aura looked like he commanded respect from people.

"At least, Mr. Wolff, laugh it off." Chloé gives you a soft and reassuring rub on the arm. "I had never seen you reach that level of redness, not even when you slipped on the deck of Ms. Basset's yacht with her birthday cake while we sang her happy birthday," Chloé starts laughing at the memory.

"Here is his clown to entertain him," you get slightly embarrassed now and joke back, but you wish.

"Talking of which," Chloé switches tones back to a boss again.

"What?" you feel your heart going wild again.

You struggle to contain your emotions as she delivers you the news with a funny expression. 

You can't believe you have been assigned to Mr. Wolff's crew, YOU, to overlook and take care of his stay.

The mere thought of being in close proximity to him sends a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach as excitement at the prospect of working closely with Toto until you remember who you are. Then, apprehension fills you with the challenges that lay ahead.

"WHAT?!" you let out aloud.

"Yeah, I know, we know, we all wonder if Mr. Holst is pulling some survival experiment or wants to watch you do you and surprise us with one of your biggest hits, like the one you did today. Seriously, how do these things keep happening to you?! Child, I wonder." Chloé lets out with amusement.

"OH LORD,"

-

The Yacht Club's poolside bar glistens in the sun's warm embrace. A golden hue covers the luxurious setting and trendy chairs cradle members who lounge in pricey fashion wear and fancy swimsuits. 

Laughs and chats overlap the sound of the waves against the shore. The entire pool area has the most beautiful view of Monaco's sea. 

Spring is warm enough, and the freshwater of the ocean twinkles and sparks reflections, looking perfect for diving in or jet skiing.

The long pier there is closed right now as the Waterfront crew sets up all the equipment and performs safety checks before starting their water-based activities schedule for guests.

So, most members enjoy the state-of-the-art giant pool: swimming, sunbathing, drinking cocktails, or reading from their Kindles at the moment, making the bar busier.

Today, you are helping the mixologist and bartenders at the pool and terrace bar by restocking ingredients and tracking orders on the KDS. 

Jesus, these people have crazy and quirky demands for their beverages and food! 

Your feet start hurting from running from one location to another, to the kitchen and warehouse, and up and down the staff's outdoor stairs.

But all pain is gone as you watch Toto approach the bar, wearing an unbuttoned white linen t-shirt and yellow swimming short trunks. His chest and legs look damn good under the sun.

Toto's eyes linger on you as a flashback of a phone call he had with Mr. Holst, the Club Manager and owner, his long-time friend, comes to his mind.

"Miss Y/LN?" Toto says as he reads the list of staff names sent to his email for him to review before arriving at the Club.

"Oh, yes, that one you don't recognize, yeah, that's Y/N," Mr. Holst lets out a long sigh on the other end of the phone. 

He doesn't sound excited at the mention of your name. 

"She's the young college student who works for us, tirelessly, I must admit, to support her education. That's the only reason why I keep giving her chances."

"Put her on board my crew, then," Toto says while signing a cheque at his office, briefly holding his iPhone with his ear.

"Toto, I must warn you, she is inexperienced and really clumsy. I advise choosing someone else." the boss says.

"Add her, please," Toto commands what he pleases. He knows he can tip you well to help you with the bills.

"Okay, you are going to make me say I told you so," Mr. Holst jokes. "I love you here, my friend, but why the sudden rush to arrive? Shouldn't you be on cloud nine in Milano? You are giving us no time."

A small, sarcastic sigh escapes Toto's lips. "See you soon, my friend," his deep voice ends the call; there is no further explanation.

Your pulse quickens as you stand before Toto. You can smell his delicious cologne, mixed with the scent of saltwater and hints of citrus from the cocktails having served.

"It's a pleasure to see you again," he greets you; his words carry a subtle warmth. "I want a Daiquiri; take it to the in-pool chaise area. I will be there," he orders. "Oh, and I hope you don't throw some keys in it," he winks at you. 

"You dislike rusty flavors, noticed, sir," you joke back, seizing the moment; a small smile forms on his lips, and you feel like you won a prize.

-

Oh, the view that greets you minutes later as you go to deliver him his drink is just too much for your poor heart.

Toto is sprawled on one of the pool's chaises, sunlight dancing on his skin. His fit body is covered in a sheen of sweat from the heat, his muscular physique in full glory for your eyes to enjoy, looking impossibly hot. 

Under his sunglasses, he notices how your gaze goes all over him, his body getting you all distracted before he grabs his drink. "It's a good thing you didn't throw it all over me," he says, confusing you. "Watch your step." 

He points with his head to your feet. You are standing at the very edge of the pool. One millimeter more, and you could have taken a good swim with him, embarrassing yourself as usual.

"Oh God," in that moment, you want to drown in the pool. "Sorry, I'm not, I..."

"Don't mind, you can leave," he says, and that's all. 

There's no more Toto for you that day.

Is he always this cold?

-

You arrive home exhausted after today's work. The bar's closing always takes time, and it's late at night when you enter your aunt's apartment, where you two live. 

She has already left for work. 

She is a nurse and usually works the night shift, so you two see each other only occasionally, even if you share the same roof, just on weekends.

During the bus ride home, you made peace with the fact that you were going to bed with an empty stomach.

She left you a sticky yellow note on the fridge, letting you know she left food for you. God bless her heart! You felt too tired to cook. 

As you microwave your dinner, Léo texts you. 

Apparently, a kid threw up at the restaurant, and his father caused a big scene by calling the Chef and making him bring out the employee who cooked his son's meal to address him.

"You tried to poison my son! He screamed at me with a thick Australian accent. Can you believe the nerve?!"

Léo is 30 years old and works as a cook in the Yacht Club kitchen under a highly demanding Chef. He is as low-salary as you and middle class, too. 

Because of that and many more things you share in common, you two were able to bond and become great friends. 

Your aunt has always tried to play cupid with you two. She likes him and, well, you too, sort of. 

He is a good person and good-looking, and according to everyone, he is also into you.

You would let him win your heart if he wasn't determined to move countries and leave as soon as he finishes studying his cuisine master's.

There is nothing that frightens you more in this world than the fear of someone leaving you because your parents did that to you. 

Well, your dad was never present anyway. 

And your mom was an irresponsible and immature mess with you. She even called you an "oopsie baby" to your face once while being exasperated with you, but it was the truth anyway. 

She always blamed you for your father leaving and for stealing her youth, all that before she got sober and cleaned her act. 

Now, she is the world's greatest mom to her kids, your stepbrothers. You don't see her much, and she still doesn't care much about you. Still, she calls you on your birthday and sends you money every once in a while.

God, you hate people who abandon and hurt.

So that's why you fear a relationship with Léo. 

Paris is a goddamn expensive and challenging city to live and navigate, more so with a low income, so following him along is not within your reach.

But you really yearn for affection, a body to hold, for someone to touch you and make you feel special.

A boyfriend would be great.

-

As you lay in your bed, in the darkness, inside your small room, frustrated about not being able to fall asleep, you can't win the dirty thoughts running wild in your head as the night's warmth enters through the open window.

The light fabric curtains sway in the wind as the warm breeze caresses your thighs, and you succumb to the temptation you have been trying to resist for more than 20 minutes. 

You spread your legs wider, feeling the soft cotton of your pajama bottoms rub against your sensitive spot. You start to slide a hand between your legs, with a finger teasing the skin under your panties, getting aroused. 

You close your eyes and begin caressing your folds and picturing Toto's broad, sweaty, naked body approaching you at the bed.

You could almost hear his deep voice whispering, "You're so beautiful." His aftershave fills your nostrils as he leans in for a kiss. 

His big hands gently part your legs, revealing your bare, moist pussy to him before placing himself on top of you in one of the villa's bedrooms.

You fantasize about being buried under his weight, lost in the sensation of Toto's fingers teasing and exploring your insides. 

His soft, dirty whispers in your ear make you shiver, and you find yourself arching into his touch.

Back in real life, the sound of your shallow breaths fills the room as you dare to push an entire finger inside you all the way in while a soft moan escapes your lips as the scene in your head continues:

"Do you like that? Do you like me inside?" Toto asks, his voice low and husky. 

"Yes, sir," you breathe, your hips bucking against his hand, willing and trembling. 

As your finger moves faster, causing soaked sounds, your mind pictures Toto's intense gaze fixed on you; the thought of submitting to him, of being his completely, makes you quiver.

You feel the heat and wetness of your core and slide a second finger into you, eager for more. 

The soft fabric of your bedsheets rubs your skin with the movement you produce on the mattress as you go all for it, reminding you of Toto's rough yet gentle grip. 

"Tell me what you want," he says, working his hand faster between your legs, making you splash some drops of your wetness.

"I want you inside me," you beg, your voice barely above a whisper hidden below a moan. 

You are all pink in the cheeks and sweaty, and a need to pee sensation starts building in you. 

"And what do you think I should do about that?" he asks with a wicked grin.

"Please fuck me, sir; I need you inside me," you beg.

You close your eyes, lost in the dream, feeling as if he was entering you balls deep as you thrust your fingers as deep inside you as you can take them. 

Your moans hitch as you start pulling them in and out of you as you picture Toto's hip movements till you reach climax, your body shuddering with pleasure, whetting your sheets all over.

The warmth spreads through your core and leaves you content and relaxed. You bite your lip, and you are now feeling embarrassed to face Toto tomorrow morning after this.  

You clean yourself up and change your sheets, then fall asleep like a baby. Your best night of sleep in a long time.

-

OH, YEAH, SPRING BREAK IS OFFICIALLY HERE!

Which means no more classes, no more university, and no more annoying classmates. However, still lots of work to do at the Club.

-

You are all happy and peacefully cooking your breakfast with a lot of the extra time you have now on your hands.

Yesterday, Chloé authorized you to switch to the morning shift since college is on break. 

She left you many tasks for the day in the digital agenda the Club gave you, which you are now reading as you enjoy your avocado toast.

You have to look extra lovely and put together this week because you will spend three entire days alongside Toto in the middle of the ocean since he got invited to Mr. Holst's extremely exclusive getaway at his gigantic and modern yacht that could easily fit a nation in there, along with other five old farts.

-

Two days later, you are getting ready to join the crew on board to help with everything Mr. Wolff needs and what the harbor crew, the dock master, the Chef, and the sailing master ask you to do.

It also means you must wear the sailing slut-ish uniforms, keep them pristine, look on point all the time, and avoid embarrassing yourself.

After brushing your teeth and doing your hair and makeup, you check yourself in your bedroom's oversized, full-length mirror, fixing every detail on your sailing uniform.

This one attracts much attention from people on the streets as you travel on the bus to work. Guys always send you dirty looks or discreetly stare you down. 

Everyone finds it sexy, but not the Yacht's Controller, who always makes fun of it; he and his entire team nickname it "The Slut Navy Uniform."

It's a tight white long-sleeve button shirt with golden handcuffs and a v-neck cleavage, along with a French blue loosen kipper short tie and six golden buttons in the waist area to make it look smaller, with the Club's patched logo on the upper left side, and pair with a too short white knife pleated skirt that you always have to work around to avoid flashing the guests.

And to whose surprise, honestly?! Mr. Holst is quite sexist and still thinks his female staff must look pleasing to men's eyes.

You have a conflicted sentiment for him; sometimes, he is the nicest boss on earth, but he spans from that to a neurotic asshole.

He has a sweet, healthy, young-looking face for his age. Being a billionaire, having a plastic surgeon on call, and being chubby sure helps him with that, but he was definitely once good-looking.

His wife is way too hot for him, tho, and his three sons and heirs are also stunning but extremely posh, a bit deadpan, and out of touch. 

They aren't that reachable, but you have a good relationship with them all. 

You got hired to work there because your aunt was the nurse who helped him take care of his elderly mom for the last decade of her life.

-

The sun rises over the crystal-clear waters, reflecting on the luxurious yachts docked in the harbor as you walk along the pier, admiring the beautiful vessels.

"Here it comes, the Slut Navy!" the dockmaster yells at you from afar, greeting you and the other girls while joking around as there are no guests near.

He is a pretty quirky character, and you do a little dance in response, extending your arms and rocking your hips while reaching the edge of the pier, where he offers you a hand to board the yacht, along with the four other female coworkers.

You step onto the dock, feeling the cool wood beneath your feet, and take a deep breath to steady your nerves.

"Please don't break my ship," he jokes with you, double-checking on his list that you are part of today's crew. You are his favorite. That's why he is always teasing you.

"Girls, we have lots to prepare before guests arrive. I need you to split into teams. Let's go, people!" he stops fooling around and goes full business mode as he checks his Rolex Daytona.

-

On time as ever, the guests board the ship while you pour the cold iced tea into the glasses and help the Chef label which plate belongs to whom since one of the guests is allergic to cheese.

"SHIT!" you let out loud in the staff's kitchen, watching the clock on the wall. You were supposed to welcome Toto on the deck about 10 minutes ago. "Gotta go, guys." 

You rush to place the last sticky notes with names frantically before exiting and climbing the metallic stairs to ground level fast to look for him.

You find Toto standing at the railing, his eyes scanning the water. You can't help but admire his tall, muscular frame and the way the sunlight glints off his hair.

There he is, the man you've been secretly fantasizing about, just a few feet away. With a sudden burst of courage, you clear your throat. 

Toto turns towards you, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. You feel your cheeks heating up as you get closer. 

He raises an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Ah, there you are, kid. I thought you had fallen overboard already since there was no one to welcome me," he replies, his voice deep and resonant.

"That's why you were looking at the water, right?" You try to beat with humor the slight reprimand you got. "What can I offer you, sir?" you quickly ask. 

The yacht rocks gently under your feet, waves lapping against the hull as he gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. His touch sends shivers down your spine. "There, better," he says. 

Your hair got a bit messed up from working like crazy. Seconds later, Mr. Holst reaches you two, which explains Toto's move.

Mr. Holst checks you out, expecting you to look perfect, as Ava, his stunning assistant and assigned crew lass, moves to stand beside you.

She is everything you want to achieve at work and excels at her job. Although Ava acts cold and diva to you and the other girls, feeling above you all.

"Hi," you greet the breathtaking young, fit woman, low and quickly, discreetly waving your hand at her. 

She looks at you with the corner of her eyes. Her piercing blue eyes stay on you for a few seconds. Ava remains quiet and then moves her gaze back to the boss.

You wonder if the rumors of Mr. Holst and her are true; wait, that's misogynistic of you. 

Well, you will keep trying to make friends with her. She has no friends here, and you don't like that. You can't cope with abandonment.

"Good morning, my friend. It's good to see you," Mr. Holst greets Toto warmly and squeezes his arm fondly. "We have some catching up to do," he notices Toto isn't holding a glass in his hand yet and addresses you. "Go bring him his beverage."

You were standing there like an idiot, staring at Toto shyly. "Oh, yes, sir, immediately."

"That wasn't necessary," Toto bumps Holst.

"I know, but she didn't get hired to act like a lampost," They both laugh.

"Is Y/N always that nervous and shy? Not the best traits working in hospitality, I must say." Toto asks.

"Really?! No, gosh, I wish she was. I would like her to contain herself more." Holst chuckles as some of your incidents come to his mind. "You want me to have a word with her?"

"No, no," Toto says. 

Then, he is the one making you act like that?

-

The yacht's interior is even more luxurious than the outside, with plush carpets, gleaming marble surfaces, and intricate woodwork adorning every inch of space. 

You wander through the spacious halls, attending to Toto's requests and admiring the paintings and sculptures lining the walls. 

At the same time, you navigate the ship as you bring him the rye bread he requested to the long outdoor table on the bridge deck, where the brunch takes place. You face the mesmerizing view of Monaco's coastline as you step outside.

You place the plate in front of him and step back to your position behind him, at arm's reach, in case he needs something else.

You can't help but overhear the conversation and pay attention to his words.

"So, how is Irina? And your mom?" Mr. Holst addresses him, sitting at the head of the table and turning in Toto's way.

"Fine" is all Toto answers, deminors changing.

"Oh, okay, please, you don't say more," Mr. Holst jokes at Toto's lack of words; the Austrian chuckles.

The Chef then asks you by the open-ear bud headphones to bring out the sliced fruit dishes.

As all the staff heads back to the kitchen, Toto's eyes are drawn towards the action while the rest of the table doesn't bother paying attention.

When you are about to cross the massive slide door, a strong breeze comes your way. Toto gets to enjoy the view of your legs and ass on display as the wind pulls you a trick and raises your short skirt for a brief second before you rush to move your arm and hand to fix it.

He finds you so fascinating. The two of you couldn't be more opposite. 

"Those are some cute lacey panties," he thinks.

-

As the day goes by without significant incidents, you start to feel more and more confident around Toto. 

You stare at him for a while, driving the jet ski fast and wild on the waters, breaking waves and revolving, with a firm grip on the steering control and his delicious biceps flexing. 

You are glad he has the life jacket on; otherwise, you be drooling. Then, the sailing master distracts you from him as he asks the guests to return on board. 

The yacht will cruise to deeper waters so Mr. Holst can free dive.

You wait for Toto's arrival, holding the soft, high-quality towel while enjoying the view of a wet him up close as he climbs, dripping, on the swim platform. 

He playfully sprinkles you with some drops with his hand as you come close to remove his life jacket.

"Hey!" you complain, smiling at him being an ass.

"Just a small taste of the fresh waters. I saw you looking over a lot, and I supposed you wanted to join me in the fun," he explains as he dries his hair with the towel, messing it up. "How do I look?" he jokes around. His wet hair is all up and wild, going in every direction.

You laugh and smile at the sight, "Like lighting is about to strike us." 

He then combs his hair with his hand in a handsome man's move and drops the now-wet and heavy towel on your extended forearms. "I will be on the sun deck," he informs you and moves along.

-

Everything is going so well.

Toto sunbathes for a while and only asks you for one drink the entire time before he leaves to nap in his cabin. 

So you move on to your other tasks as he isn't around but still keeping an eye on his call bell.

-

All until later, when you hear commotion on the main deck. 

As you enter the living room area, you see Mr. Elrod, looking all red and swollen, sitting on one of the curved sofas as the aid crew offers him an EpiPen.

"Oh, no, no!" escapes your lips, watching the scene from afar as you feel the Chef and Mr. Holst's eyes set on you standing next to each other.

You sense Toto passing you around and standing by your side, observing the scene two steps behind you. The commotion woke him up.

Mr. Holst points you with his finger to the left, which means, "See you at my office now!"

Toto watches you release a loud sigh before moving your feet.

-

He waits for you outside the double wood doors of the office, sitting in the empty chair beside them, hearing the muffled screams from inside. 

After a while, it quietens, and you finally emerge from inside, distressed and fast, trying to hold back tears. 

You don't notice Toto.

You start heading to an empty place where you can cry in peace while avoiding being seen by guests. 

Toto follows you all the way to the flying bridge, keeping a reasonable distance from you and trying to be discreet.

It's dark already, and the air feels chilly up there as the night fully sets. 

He hears you weeping near the railing as you feel a jacket being placed on you. 

"It's cold," Toto's deep voice says, making you jump. 

You immediately wipe your tears, fix yourself, and turn to face him. 

"I'm so sorry, sir. I didn't notice you were here. I apologize." 

God! Why did he have to be there and see you like this? You wanted to avoid getting into more trouble!

He notices your overly apologizing trait and feels slightly sorry for you. "I followed you here."

Your stupid mind takes another angle. "I'm so sorry if I didn't hear you calling me; how can I help you?"

He stares at you. "I meant it as I saw the entire thing with Mr. Elrod and then with Holst and followed you here from his office. He loses patience quickly but is a good-hearted man." 

You nod, now getting it. 

"Did you poison the allergic guy?" he asks, a small smile forming on his lips at the situation's absurdity as he listens to himself.

"Yes. I messed up the plate's labels all for being in a rush." You aren't in the mood to light things up with humor as you hold back tears again. "It won't happen again." Toto notices it; you gulp and look directly at him. "You don't have to worry about it, sir. I will pay extra care with your food and beverages."

"You think I'm here because I'm worried you'll get me poisoned?" his voice is serious. 

You glance at him, confused and surprised. 

What's going on?!

"Just talk to me. What's the reason for the tears?" Toto wipes the tear running down your cheek. "Without the sir bit, please, just Toto."

"Understood, si-r-Toto," you quickly answer. "Well, I-yeah, I feel like I'm not good at anything! I always screw things up. It doesn't matter how hard I try! It keeps happening to me, and they had enough of it."

"Did Holst threaten to fire you? I can always talk to him," he offers you, concerned.

"No, I'm getting a fine, a big one. I can barely afford it, but I can't lose this job either."

"And you told Holst that? That you needed the money? I don't know, maybe he could give you additional chores, or you could stay free for extra hours?"

"Yes, I tried, but he knows that's the one punishment that would make me not dare to commit the same mistake again. It's a bit cruel, but I'm used to it, I guess," you explain to him before you literally have a breakdown in front of him, much to Toto's surprise.

He holds you in his arms, trying to calm you down while a more violent and cold current hits both of your bodies. 

You feel his thumb rubbing your back as you bury yourself in his warmness. His tender touch relaxes you so much that you start falling asleep, feeling exhausted. 

He then notices you struggling to keep your eyes open and to remain on your feet as you lean more into him. 

He lifts you from the ground with a firm grip and carries you around as you fall asleep on him. 

He takes you downstairs through the empty hallways to his cabin, not knowing where yours is or how to get there, and softly places you in his bed.

He pulls your skirt in place, respecting you, even if he likes the idea of spooning you and feeling the lace of your cheeky panties with his fingers as his eyes go down your sound-asleep figure.

Toto hasn't fucked anyone in over five weeks, and the urge to do so starts building inside him. 

But it's not proper to get involved with you.

-

The following day, he wakes up as the sun sneaks through the massive glass window of his bedroom, heating Toto's face; he then stretches and yawns before turning your way.

But you are already gone. 

It's about 8 a.m., meaning breakfast is about to occur. Toto gets on his feet, feeling hungry already due to his CEO routine, usually waking up between 4:45 and 5:00 a.m. and eating breakfast early. But he has to remind himself he is on a break.

-

He spots you as soon as he arrives at the bridge deck.

You are wearing a uniform similar to yesterday's. A white button t-shirt with a v-neck, this time no tie, but today's blue A-line plated panel mini skirt with four golden buttons seemed in it looks so tight on your ass, which is anything but good for Toto's horniness as he feels the urge to pin you against the hallway wall and rub your asscheeks against his groin.

He notices the nervous energy among the staff members, hurrying to attend to his and the other guests' every need as they start to breakfast.

Your eyes dart at him in awe and fear after last night's events as you give out the glass bottles of sparkling water to everyone at the table.

Toto chuckles to himself, aware of the power he wields on you simply by his presence. 

He looks at you with a cheeky grin and, on purpose, drops his fork.

The sound it makes when hitting the floor causes Mr. Holst to turn Toto's way and joke out loud. "It's alive! The fruit is alive!" he messes around.

"Y/N," Toto calls your name, a smirk already on his lips. "Would you mind picking it up for me?" he requests you in the sweetest tone in front of everyone.

"You little shit," you think, but you say, "Sure, sir," and struggle to get down to the floor in that fucking tight as hell mini skirt, trying to bend without your pussy greeting everyone. 

He enjoys watching you try and struggle all the way down and is pretty surprised when you achieve it without revealing yourself.

"Let me get you a new one, SIR," you emphasize the last word while looking at him with murderous eyes as he laughs under his breath.

Once you are back and have handed him his new fork so he can resume enjoying his fruit, Toto grabs a strawberry with it and gets it in his mouth. 

As soon as the fork makes contact with his lips, Toto feels them burning violently.

He turns your way, eyes wide open, and since you are just two steps behind him, you come closer to mutter near his ear, "Oopsie, I must have dropped it in the wasabi sauce."

-

After a long chat with the other guests about business, Toto excuses himself to get a shower. 

He dismisses you and gifts you some free time before they dock in Eze Village. 

He asks you to go get him in his room when they arrive.

-

Toto steps into the steaming water, letting it cascade over his muscular body. He closes his eyes, trying to clear his mind of the sudden life crisis that brought him here. 

As he soaps up his body, he can't help but reach between his legs and begin to stroke his growing erection. 

He could be fucking anyone instead of jerking himself off in the shower. After all, he is a handsome billionaire who can afford life's finest things but is stranded here with few options.

A slight smirk forms at the corner of his mouth as he thinks you would probably be more than happy to join and help him with this as he runs his hands over his well-defined abs and chest. 

He pulls all of his strength not to call you in.

Instead, he focuses on pulling himself harder, faster, and more intensely as he gets lost in the moment. 

"Ahh" he moans, arching his back as he feels the familiar tightening in his groin. His cock is as hard and curved as possible and bounces slightly with each move.

After minutes of going at it, he hears the soft and muffled knocks on the door. 

It must be you, as he instructed you, obedient girl! He would reward you for good behavior if you were in there with him.

He rushes to pleasure himself, or otherwise, if he stops and steps out, after opening that door, he is going to fuck you right against it, not being able to contain himself.

His grip tightens on his shaft. He can feel the familiar tightness building in his balls, warning him of his impending release. 

As he approaches his climax, he lets out a long, intense groan, his fingers founding the way on his throbbing cock. 

With a deep breath, he allows himself to cum, feeling the warmth spreading through his body.

As his last drops of cum splash against the glass, Toto then opens his eyes, catching his breath, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

He cleans himself before quickly stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist while he hears you knocking again.

He opens the door for you, still undressed, wet hair dripping on his bare chest. 

You can't help but look surprised and get a notorious blush, trying to stop your eyes from going all over him. 

"I'll be there in a minute, kid," he says, letting you peek at him before closing the door to your face.

Is this man sending you mixed signals, or are you going crazy?!

-

Much to his surprise, you remain on board the yacht doing other chores instead of joining him at Eze Village. 

Ava stays in charge of Toto and Mr. Holst as they tour the small village; their first stop is the cigar store.

As they exit the shop after spending a couple of hundred, Toto notices the nearby street where many men wander around, going up or down a broad stone stair to a redwood door. 

At 2:00 p.m., that place looks already buzzing, bright daylight still on the streets.

"That strip club is unbelievable," Holst whispers near his ear, noticing Toto's eyes wandering there. "It's pretty hidden and offers lots of privacy. That's why it's so popular amongst the elites, plus the girls in there, woaf." Holst throws a kiss in the air. "We should stop by after lunch, you know, as our dessert." Holst bumps him, and Toto nods, agreeing. 

He very much needs it.

-

Everyone is back in the yacht at the time set. The night starry sky looks beautiful on board, and the waters are calm, but the crew isn't.

The guests look bored and a bit pissed off of waiting for Wolff and Holst; they are nowhere to be seen.

"Should we go look for them?" you ask, concerned for his wellbeing, you mean, their wellbeing.

"No one else gets off here," the sailing master declares after sending two male crew members after establishing contact with Ava; after four tries, she finally picks up the signal.

"We are on our way back," she updates him on the radio, sounding exasperated and a bit emotional. "Also, send Hob to receive us at the platform, but make it tactful."

Everyone in the crew looks at each other with a "Did something happen?" expression as they are all gathered around the radio in the small lobby of the crew's cabins.

"Walk," Hob tells you as he passes you by. Moving fast, you follow him without questioning much. 

As you two reach the platform, you see Arvin and Hob teaming up to carry a totally hammered and passed-out Mr. Holst to get him to his suite.

And Carlo helping out a drunk but still awake Toto to walk him to his room, the Austrian hanging from his shoulder to help his balance. 

Carlo signals you with his hand to move your ass to Toto's cabin.

"Pour him a tall glass of water," he asks you as he lowers Toto on his bed. "Stay in here if he needs something else or throws up."

"Puff, I'm fine!" Toto says, making fun of the large man as he tries to remove his shoes but fails completely. 

Carlo exits the room and closes the door behind him, leaving you two alone.

"Do you need help with those?" you offer Toto, a bit amused. He looks way less intimidating when drunk.

He shakes his head way too much. Finally, he gets them out with much force, and one bounces around the carpet floor.

Then he attempts to unbutton his shirt. You watch him struggle with that until he gets exasperated, unable to coordinate his hand movements, and wants to sleep now.

"Would you mind?!" he looks pissed off at you as if it was a duty you were supposed to do.

You don't take it wrong and gladly reach out to help him get undressed. 

Toto is sitting at the end of the bed. You stand between his slightly open legs, placing yourself between his knee. As you undo his shirt, he looks up at you, looking straight at your eyes, chin up.

Jesus! That smell! Why he smells like whore? 

Which turns out to be a good thing; otherwise, you would have to resist the urge to throw yourself at him.

As you unbutton the remaining two lower ones, he says, "I picked the one who looked like you," and you have no idea what he is referring to.

He manages to take his pants off; good thing! You would have lost it! And then Toto drops himself face down on the mattress, quickly falling asleep in his trousers.

You place a pillow under his head and involuntarily comb his hair with your hand.

-

He wakes up to the vision of you sleeping all curled up in the armchair you dragged near his bed; a weird feeling washes him over before he rushes to pee.

Once back, he falls asleep again, and no human force will wake him up.

-

After tidying up the room and grabbing Toto's clothes from the floor to the laundry, you leave a hungover kit and a new glass of water on his bedside table before leaving.

Your list of things to do today is nuts.

- 

That same morning, the Chef sends you to get more flour sacks. 

When you open the big, heavy, metallic pantry door, you unexpectedly find Ava crying inside there under the bright light bulb.

"Oh, sorry," you quickly add. Ava immediately turns around and pretends she's looking for something, reading the labels on the cans before her.

You know a crying girl spot when you see it; unfortunately, you have used almost all of them.

"Are you okay?" you ask her, concerned.

"Yes, it's all good. I was looking for this!" Ava answers in her usual tone, picking up a random can.

"The anchovies got you emotional? Got it! I also got emotional in here once for a jar of mayo, and also when choosing which broom to use in the broom closet, and while folding napkins in the linen closet. I get it, girl." You confess to her all the places where you have cried in the yacht due to circumstances.

You make her smile a bit. "No, but seriously, are you okay?!" You ask and try again, sensing she opens up a bit.

Much to your surprise, she starts telling you: "I can't believe he did this to us!" in between cries. "This was supposed to be our gateway trip, not this!"

She sounds hurt. "I'm sorry. I'm not sure about what or who. Still, fuck them for hurting you!" you reassure her, trying to be empathic and supportive while also trying to figure it out.

"He and Wolff spent the entire afternoon inside that fucking strip club! Getting God knows what! I wasn't able to go inside; that stupid no women-allowed policy, you know, fuck them! And that fucking security guy even threw me out of the street, he made me leave, and I had to wait for them FOR HOURS!" now her sadness was starting to become anger. 

"God! I looked like an idiot sitting for hours in that cafe at the corner, forced to ask for food or drinks every once in a while until I saw them pass by through the windows, looking like a mess, barely able to walk and holding rolls of euros in their hands! That's when I sent the signal!"

WAIT A MINUTE! Toto went to the strip club?! You feel a sting of pain and jealousy. Oh, that was the smell! You feel pissed off, with no right howsoever. 

WAIT. Ava is referring to Mr. Holst?! Fuck!

-

Toto looks very comfy in one of the bulky sofas in the living room. This time, he is enjoying the inside of the yacht, staying away from the sun like a vampire, with his sunglasses on and a stern expression; his head must hurt.

You notice Toto's nasty hickeys on his neck in broad daylight as you approach to check on him, the ones that make your stomach revolve in jealousy as if you had the right to feel mad at him.

"I heard there are good natural remedies for hickeys. Maybe we have the ingredients on board. Would you like me to bring you one, sir?" you can't contain yourself.

He pays attention to your every expression. "Just Toto, remember? When it's just the two of us. And, yes, bring it." 

You return with a peppermint oil mini jar on your hands. Toto stays there staring at you without reaching his hand. 

What is he expecting?! For you to rub it on his neck?!" Yeah, you're mad. 

Finally, he grabs it.

"Let me know if you need something else for other regions," he detects your displeased undertones. 

"That's all. I don't need anything else for any other areas. Nothing happened in any other area," Toto hints to you.

"Understood, sir" you willinly ignore him, still giving him shit.

"Kid, are you allowed to go to Holst suite? Tell him if he will face me at the pool table or if he chickens out." Toto stands up and reaches you closer, his chest a centimeter away. Then he pats your head. "Be a nice pet, little one."

You stare, thirsting at his lips. Also, you want to strangle him! Also, he wants to strangle you, but in a different way.

-

As you are about to knock on Mr. Holst's suite's massive entrance door, you hear Ava's muffled, intense moans coming from inside while she groans to him to give her his dick harder.

Yeah... maybe later.

Damn, he must be fucking the "please, forgive me" out of her! Why is Toto not doing the same?!

You laugh at the thought.

-

"Mr. Holst isn't available right now," you inform him upon your return.

"Chicken!" Toto says, pouting.

More like "Cheater," you think. That guy has a wife and kids.

-

Toto ends up playing pool with two of the other male guests at the man cave, nicknamed "The Captain's Delight." 

The room has rich, dark wood paneling and sleek silver accents. It smells of fine leather and cigars. At the center of the place sits a gorgeous pool table crafted from the finest materials, with an emerald green top and balls made from solid, gleaming ivory.

You call the bartender in and start helping him serve the drinks for Toto, Stellan, and Bram.

Stellan's eyes gleam with confidence and arrogance as he sips his drink and makes a ball hit the pocket with a loud crash.

Toto is a bit of a show-off, always trying to prove himself as the best player. 

And Bram isn't much into the game as he can't help but steal glances at you, his eyes lingering on your curves every time he chalks up his cue, acting anything but discreet.

The bidding starts slow, but the stakes grow higher as the game heats up. The men raise their bets, and their voices grow louder and more aggressive as they argue over who made the best shot. 

Bram eyes get bloodshot from too much drinking, and his speech gets slurred as the game progresses. Their competitive spirits fueling the intensity of the round.

Bram's eyes continue to go all over you, from your legs to your ass, where he keeps staring for more than you like and at your breasts every time he addresses you.

On any occasion you pass by near him, you hear him throw a dirty innuendo whisper really low, only for you to listen to it, which makes your skin crawl.

When he misses a hit, he gets angry and throws a fit.

As he remains out of the game, he asks you for a refill of his drink. As soon as you are back, he pulls you by the waist to sit you right next to him, forcing his hand behind you, making you feel really uneasy.

Toto notices it and quickly approaches you, sitting right by your side, with no inch of space between you, causing the other man to slide away casually.

Bram returns to the game as they start a new final round; another "all-in" bid is placed. 

Stellan takes the price, being the best player of the night, much to the dislike of his peers.

Everyone calls it a night. But you stay in, tidying everything up and helping the bartender clean the bar. 

He wishes you a good night, and you turn off the lights and exit the room minutes later. It's almost 3 a.m.

As you leave the man cave into the long, empty hallway that leads to the stairs, you notice from the corners of your eyes that Bram is leaning against the wall there, waiting for you.

You quicken your pace, but Bram follows you, his eyes fixed on you. "Hey, babe," he slurs, his voice growing louder. "You're really something special."

You try to ignore him, but Bram continues, his words getting more and more aggressive. "Come on, babe. Let's get you a drink. I have Tequila Ley in my cabin and have a great idea for a game."

But you are having none of it. You keep moving. The stairs aren't that far away now, but the hallways are empty and dark, making you feel nervous, as Bram is relentless. 

As you reach the base of the stairs, he goes for your arm, feeling you are slipping away. He spins you around to face him, pushing you against the railing, which makes a loud sound. 

He places his hands on your legs and rubs them up, starting to pull your skirt up as he slides them in while you panic, not knowing how to react.

"I heard a collision sound. All good?" a deep voice booms above you.

Bram looks up to see Toto's imposing figure with an enraged face and stabbing eyes, and he immediately yanks away from you.

You take advantage of the distraction to pull free and hurry away up the stairs to Toto. He watches Bram leave, heading back in the direction you were coming.

"Are you okay?" he asks you.

You nod, looking relieved. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for intervening."

Toto nods. "I noticed him creeping on you all night long; I was waiting for you in case he tried something stupid. I should have stayed in the hallway by the door and avoided you this."

You take a deep breath and let it out slowly. You had previously dealt with similar situations, but this one went too far.

"Why don't we get some fresh air? You look like you could use it." Toto suggests, and both think of the same place to go: the flying bridge.

-

"Are you really okay?" Toto asks with concern etched on his face as he notices your eyes lost in the sea. 

You are sitting at the edge of the wooden floor, shoulder to shoulder, with your legs hanging in the air and leaning on the railing as you admire the moon's glow reflecting on the waters.

Even with that beautiful landscape, you can't shake the memory of that creepy guy harassing you earlier. 

Thank goodness Toto noticed how the man leered at you, making those crude comments under his breath. 

God knows what could have happened if he hadn't stopped it before it went too far!

The incident left you with an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

"You know, if you want to explain to me what hap...," Toto starts saying, but his voice trails off as he looks into your eyes and sees the vulnerability. 

He knows that he should keep things professional between you, but there is something about you that he can't resist.

He places his hand on top of yours, and the warmth of Toto's hand takes you out of your trance. 

He can't help but lean in closer, your heart racing as you see him approach to rest his temple on yours. 

You lean into the touch and wrap your arms around his waist, holding him tight, making you feel safe and protected. 

Finally, you can't take it anymore and whisper: "I don't know what's happening between us, but I can't resist you anymore." you smile, your cheeks flushed, fresh tears drying. "But I want you, Toto," you confess.

He looks at you in total silence for what feels like an eternity, just looking at your eyes.

Before your lips meet in a tender, soft kiss that sends waves of electricity through your body, before you move your hands around Toto's neck, pulling yourself closer to his body as the kiss deepens. 

The kiss grows hungrily, and you keep rubbing yourself against him until he wraps you around his waist and lifts you.

He leads you to his cabin, his footsteps echoing in the quiet space. As he closes the door behind you, a wave of nervous anticipation washes over you.

He looks straight at you, his eyes searching for any sign of hesitation. You look back at him, your gaze unflinching, and he knows then that you are ready before lowering you into his bed. 

You glimpse at the bulge on his pants as he moves to place himself on top of you, parting your legs; you pull him closer once more, his lips finding yours as he undoes the buttons on your shirt, his fingertips grazing your bare skin. 

You close your eyes, savoring his gentle touch, feeling his warmth and hardness. 

He trails a line of kisses from your collarbone to your stomach, taking his time to explore every inch of you as his hands trace the curves of your body; slowly, he slides your skirt off and tosses it aside.

He leans in and places a soft kiss on your inner thighs, eliciting a gasp from you; he quickly removes his pants, not being able to contain his erection inside them anymore.

You stare at his dick shaft to the side, and it makes you get wetter with arousal.

Your breath hitches as Toto unclasps your bra, revealing your breasts and teasing your nipples with his fingertips until they harden under his touch. 

His mind is whirling with desire for the beautiful young woman you are. He returns to his position between your legs and starts rocking his hips in circles, rubbing his erection on you. 

You grab his ass and squeeze it, pulling him closer. "Toto..." you whisper, arching towards him. His tongue teases your earlobe, making you shiver. 

"Do you really want this?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Your answer comes in the form of a moan as you lean into him, your hands finding their way to his chest. "I've wanted this for days."

He then removes his trousers and, in a single move, pulls down your soaked panties before penetrating you slowly, feeling your body tense up at first but then slowly relax into him. 

Your breaths become synchronized as you both sway together. Your moans fill the cabin, echoing off the wood-paneled walls as you enjoy his length inside you. 

The feeling of being taken so roughly sends waves of ecstasy through your body. Toto runs his fingers through your hair, pulling it. 

With each thrust, you can feel yourself falling deeper in love with Toto. For him, you taste sweet and innocent, yet wild and untamed at the same time. 

He thrusts balls deep into you, taking you completely. Your bodies clasping together in a rhythm. Sweat dripping down as you desperately fuck each other. Your pussy clamps down around his cock, driving him crazy.

After a while of intense fucking, with a couple of final hits, you feel an orgasm releasing from you as you come all over his dick. He groans into your mouth, his hips bucking and his cock throbbing inside you. 

Minutes later, Toto quickly pulls out in a fast move, removes his condom, and lets his cum spill over you. 

You gasp in surprise but then moan as the warmth spreads across your sensitive skin.

He leans down and kisses you passionately, your tongues dancing together in the aftermath of intense lovemaking. You look completely satisfied. 

"That was amazing," he whispers against your lips. You nestle closer to him, your breathing still ragged. 

"No one has made me feel like this before," you murmur, tracing the head of his cock with your fingertips, caressing with your hand all over his chest, then kissing him for a while, tongues dancing, moist lips rubbing.

Then, you both get clean and return to bed, where you are about to spend the rest of the night embracing.

As you are comfortably wrapped naked in his arms while he tenderly runs his fingers on your lower back, Toto tells you: "I have been restraining myself from having you for days.

"Why?" curiosity is filling you.

"Because it seemed inappropriate, plus we couldn't be more different, starting for our ages. I could be your dad!"

"Daddy..." you sigh as you look straight into his eyes, moving your gaze away from his bare chest.

"Stop it," he lets out in a dangerously low voice.

"What? It turns you on? I wouldn't mind another round, daddy," You moan out the last word, being an ass and teasing him. "My shift starts in about 2 hours."

Suddenly, you feel his weight all over you as he, in a fast move, places on top of you, and you laugh. He starts kissing your neck and heading all the way down, biting every inch of your skin.

You release many "daddies" out as he devours your pussy and fucks you hard till the sun comes out. To be continued... < Masterlist | Next chapter >

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lil incubus drabble! got inspired and couldn't help but write it out hehehe

gender neutral mage apprentice reader characters: killer, nightmare (/reader eventually hehe) word count: about 2120 summary: reader practices summoning demons, but things don't quite go to plan.

You have a knack for magic. Something about it just comes easy to you. But refining that talent is still an arduous undertaking. Years of study have gotten you this far, slowly rising through the rankings and you’re at the last and more important stage to become an official mage– summoning. 

Your world is intrinsically tied to the demon realm, a plane of magical beings that can be called upon to fulfill requests by those skilled enough to summon them. There are many kinds to summon and you’ve spent years perfecting the theory behind it all. It was finally time to put it into practice. 

The rules for summoning are simple; follow the instructions strictly, never make a deal with a demon, never break the salt circle, and never catch a demon’s attention.

You had everything you need. Candles, charcoal, herbs. You cleared a nice big space in your little apartment so you can make the summoning circle and protective salt barrier extra big, just in case. You wanted to make sure you get the runes perfect, and you didn’t want the minor imp you were going to summon to be cramped. 

The sun was setting through your window, casting everything in beautiful shades of pink and orange. The perfect time for a quick little summoning, when the veil was starting to thin. So you got to work. 

Your pronunciation was perfect. Your layout was exquisite. If you were being graded you know you’d have top marks for going by the book.

And yet you made a mistake. Somehow. 

The skeletal demon blinking at you from inside the salt circle is not an imp. Your best guess is he’s a minor incubus, both from the way he’s eyeing the salt at his feet and the scarcity of his robes. He’s decorated rather finely in gold which is unusual for someone of his status, but if he was any stronger than a minor demon he’d surely have gotten through the ridiculously trivial protections you put in place. 

“Um.” You double check your book just to be sure. You’re still on the page for minor imps, the circle is identical to the one you drew, and yet the proof of your mistake is before your eyes. 

The demon’s already lost the surprised look on his face and is grinning at you, boney tail whipping back and forth at his feet. He cocks his skull at you, black ichor dripping from his eyes. The gold chain attached to the cuffs on his horns clinks softly with the movement.

“whatcha got there?” 

You ignore him. You’re still flipping through your notes, desperate for an answer. How did you mess up this badly? 

“aw, summon me all the way here and don’t even wanna chat. i’m hurt.” 

You groan when you finally see it. You can’t believe you made such a simple mistake. You drop to the floor with a huff, sitting cross legged while you sort through the many papers and books strewn about. You somehow copied the wrong incantation. The circle and pronunciation were perfect, but your words were entirely wrong. You make sure to highlight a big red circle around the spell you read and note it as ‘chatty incubus’. 

But… that still shouldn’t have summoned him. If anything it should’ve failed– there should’ve been a little puff of smoke in the circle signaling your error, not an entire incubus standing there despite it. 

The summoning circles are combined with incantations to help focus your mana when summoning, the complex runes and shapes combining into an intricate language that filters your demand into very specific instructions for the realm’s magic to follow. Without the proper circle an incantation should be worthless, your mana too unfocused to express your intent clearly. 

And yet. 

The incubus drops into a crouch, studying you. “you messed up, huh?” 

You look up, finally taking him in. Short but sharp horns, black liquid dripping from empty, half-moon sockets. A red soul hovering in front of his ribs, sharp teeth drawn wide in an easy-going grin. His tail moves back and forth behind him like a mischievous cat’s, the sharp, gleaming gold tip just barely avoiding the salt circle. 

You don’t want to admit your mistake to a demon. You weren’t prepared for anything more impressive than the weakest of imps– even a minor incubus is out of your scope for another few years. They’re tricky and manipulative and fully capable of making deals that humans will regret. 

You shake your head and keep your gaze down. No distractions. You need to get rid of him before you make another mistake and things get really bad. “I’m going to send you back in a moment. I just need to find my notes.” 

The demon whines, “but i just got here. wouldn’t it be easier to just give me a task to fulfill the summons?”

You perse your lips. That is true. Your intent behind this summons was to tell the imp to do something simple so they’d be automatically sent back. Even just asking them to jump up and down three times would’ve worked. But now… you’d rather send him back the official way, with an incantation. You don’t want to misstep and–

“i can give you a better summoning circle. one you won’t find in any lame textbook.” He sounds coy. You shouldn’t trust him. But… you have to admit, your curiosity is piqued. It’s not like him just giving you the circle would be bad, anyway. You don’t have to use it if it seems dangerous.

“Fine. Your task is to give me this ‘better’ circle.” It easy enough to find a spare sheet of paper and pen and pass it to him. “What is it?”

The demon mirrors you, sitting cross-legged and setting the paper down to draw. “it’s just a simpler basic summoning circle. more efficient. totally fool proof.” He says it easily but you don’t trust him. There’s no telling what his motivations are for giving this to you, and if his claims are true it’s not like you can cross-reference it in a textbook. “the protections you silly mortals want are included so you don’t even need to use the salt.”

“There’s no way I’m believing that.”

The incubus shrugs with a wink. “you don’t have to. keep using the salt if you want, it won’t help any.” 

When he passes the paper back to you the charcoal on the ground begins to smoke. 

“ah, looks like our time’s up. it was nice meeting you, mageling. if you ever wanna chat again, you know how to find me~” The deep black portal that opens up at his feet swallows him up before you can even speak, leaving no trace of him after it closes with a snap. 

You breathe a sigh of relief and take a look at his drawing. Sure enough, he drew a crude summoning circle. The runes are all placed correctly, but they aren’t any you recognize. It does look simple, though. You’re surprised to see he included an incantation. This one is written in script you do recognize, though it is decidedly ancient. The older incantations were never your forte. 

The incantation is short, barely longer than the imp incantation you failed to read, but you don’t understand it. You can parse a word here and there, but… surely you’re not actually considering it. But it seems simple.

You could be the first human to use this circle and incantation. The reports you could write on it could become award-winning. Maybe you’ll streamline a whole new method of basic summoning and have your name in the textbooks! It’s worth a shot. If you put the right protections in place, what could go wrong?

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Just to be safe you make an extra salt circle. You don’t see any breaks in the first one but you want to be safe. That incubus could’ve shifted it just enough when he was here and you might not have noticed. 

The new summoning circle really is simple. It has just over half of the runes of the basic imp circle, though the interlocking lines and circles are a bit more complicated. The demon’s drawing is crude so it’s difficult to get the angles right, but you’re pretty sure it’s correct. 

The incantation is another matter. The handwriting is terrible and you’re not as familiar with the old script so you do your best to copy it down clearly. If it doesn’t work you can always double-check it with an old dictionary from the library. 

By now you’ve been at this for hours. Your living room is thankfully bright from the ceiling light and all the candles, but you don’t want to keep at this for too long. Things get unpredictable the later you work. The veil thins at night, and especially on the full moon. 

You can see it peeking through your window, though the reflection from your ceiling light on the glass ruins the view. You can do a bit of stargazing after this last attempt for the night.

You double check everything one more time. Two perfect circles of salt, not a single grain out of place. The charcoal circle is pristine and accurate. Your incantation is… probably correct, give or take a letter. At worst it’ll fail and you’ll have to fan the smoke out of your apartment. 

You can do this. 

You haven’t yet taken the more advanced courses where the old incantations get worked into the curriculum–you were expecting to really study the ancient language and script in a year or two–but you’re passable. 

You speak slowly and as clearly as you can, but you still stumble over the words slightly. 

Things look promising as you work your way through the phrases. The candles flicker. You can feel the mana supercharged in the air, coalescing in the center of the circles. At the last word your lights go out, the candles extinguishing, and the charcoal runes on the floor glint with dull reflections of moonlight through the window. 

It’s so dark. You reach out for the switch but your hand brushes against something cold and unpleasant. It moves under your touch, pulling back towards the center of the room and away from you. You take a step back and stumble on a stack of books, tumbling to the floor ungracefully. 

It’s far, far too dark. The shadows around you stretch further than they should, made up of an inky darkness that looks like you could fall into it. You can’t see through the circles anymore. A column of shadow’s taken up occupation in them, filling them out to the thin line of salt separating you from whatever it is that you just summoned. 

The darkness blinks at you. A sharp cyan light, far above your head even if you were standing, pins you in place. The shadows move, deliberately, and suddenly you’re able to make out the shapes in the void. Large curving horns– one broken nearly at the base. That single bright eye in a socket like endless void. A relaxed grin of sharp teeth. Broad shoulders and a broad ribcage. Long arms of thick bone ending in large hands tipped in sharp claws. Fine silk robes, brilliant silver jewelry. Digitigrade legs ending in more sharp claws. Shadows curl around him and you realize you’re seeing the silhouette of four massive tentacles coming from his back. 

You watch as the demon takes a step forward, scuffing the salt circle like he didn’t even know it was there. The only thing that could’ve kept you safe is now strewn about at your feet. 

Not that something as simple as salt could save you from an archdemon. There is nothing you can do. You’re helpless.

That sharp cyan eye looks down at the charcoal summoning circle you so painstakingly replicated, then moves back up to the notecard clutched in your hands. He continues to examine your room; the furniture, the stacks of books, eventually stopping on the rough drawing the little incubus gave you on the floor beside you. 

A tentacle picks it up and deposits it in his claws. It looks so much smaller in his hands. He glances at it for only a moment before letting it flutter back to the ground. He puts a hand to his chin and rests the other against his hip, skull tilted ever so slightly as he stares you down.

The look on his face sends a chill down your spine, an icy pit of fear opening up in your stomach. It’s one of the most dangerous expressions to see on a demon. 

“Interesting.”

Curiosity. 

“Very interesting.”

[violetmuses]

The Invite - A. Aretas 😁

Title: The Invite - A. Aretas 😁

Fandom: Bad Boys Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Pairing: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: When Mike and Marcus bring Armando outside, you cross his path.

Author's Note: Here's another quick drabble request. Enjoy! 💜 @yassbishimvintage

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2024

“Dude, c'mon!” Detective Mike Lowrey knocked on this closed bathroom door while his son Armando took up the shower again.

Even his now prized Bluetooth speaker rattled nonsense music.

“Be right out.” Aretas echoed past the closed space this time around.

Lowrey sighed with relief when the shower finally stopped running.

“Yeah?” Shirtless because of time and only covering his waist using this towel, Armando responded to his biological father.

“Don't make me break your speaker.” Mike shook his head. “We've been looking for you.”

“My bad. Everything okay?” Armando stays cordial, not hiding in Mexico alone. Mike and Marcus cleared his name once Aretas came back to Miami.

“Come with us. There's a cookout at the park today.” Mike smiled.

“Are you sure about this?” Armando squinted for a moment, quietly nervous. People could recognize him from the news and call more officers to get him out.

“Look, I know you're worried, but it's alright.” Mike wanted to ease the situation. “I'll be here if you need anything.”

“Cool, I'll go.” Armando nodded and reached his bedroom to get ready.

“Yes!” Mike nearly cheered to himself when Armando's door closed.

_______

“Is your son really coming with us?” Mike's longtime partner Marcus Burnett couldn't believe it when Armando joined this car.

“Don't be stupid, Marcus. I invited him.” Mike lifted his brow and drove to leave.

Sunlight beamed over freshly cut grass when all three men reached the park.

“Our tables are grouped with the AMMO squad and family, but you can still mingle here.” Mike details this layout. "Have fun.”

Thanks.” Armando nodded behind sunglasses this afternoon.

“Don't try leaving without us, either.” Marcus warned.

“Just get some food and chill. I'll keep handling Marcus.” Mike checked on Aretas once more.

“Okay.” Armando laughed for once and walked to get his plate.

_______

Weapons expert Kelly and tech genius Dorn offered to sit with Armando, but he declined.

Opting to eat by himself, Armando glanced around the large outdoor space and took note of his surroundings.

Mike and Marcus somehow fussed near the grill or Reggie held his son while talking to Megan.

Other moments also took place now. Children squealed through joy and dogs barked past echoes.

Just as Armando would text Mike and check on him, your voice reaches his interest.

“Um, hi. Sorry to interrupt, but you actually took my seat.” You hold your heart.

“Oh, damn. I'm sorry.” Armando immediately gets up from the picnic table. “Did you have somebody coming?”

“My parents.” You say.

“Of course. Enjoy your day.” Aretas trashed his plate and walked away from you, heading toward Mike at the grill.

“I saw that. Be careful.” Mike smirked regarding Aretas.

“What?” Armando squinted and turned around to see you indeed chatting with two older adults.

“She's joining our team in the fall.” Mike left and cracked up when realization hit Armando.

Uh-oh. Aretas thought, ending this otherwise beautiful day with his new family.

[apollos-boyfriend]

duo name meanings: QSMP

TNT duo: quackity + wilbur

based on their dream smp characters.

in the dream smp, wilbur's character was heavily associated with TNT, having blown up his own nation. while not as heavily associated with the block, quackity used TNT a handful of times himself, attempting to destroy the egg with it and later going on to blow up purpled's UFO.

BBQ: quackity + badboyhalo

based on a combination of their names.

a semi-common thing for quackity's fanbase is to combine a name/theme of another streamer as opposed to an actual "duo" name. for example, quackity and karl are called honQ. the "BB" comes from the first two letters of "bbh" and the q from the first of "quackity".

loan shark duo: quackity + foolish

based on their dream smp characters.

a "loan shark" is someone who lends out money with extremely high interest rates, often to people they know will be unable to pay up. on the dream smp, quackity's last arc was partially based on him recruiting others to join his city, although his measures of recruitment tended to be extreme, such as blowing up someone's house, or in foolish's case, letting him die just to prove a point. additionally, the name borrows from foolish's skin having shark accessories/accentuation.

dap duo: quackity + slimecicle

based on their dream smp characters.

in the dream smp, charlie's character had a tendency of asking others to "dap him up!" quackity was the first person he'd interacted with, and therefore, the first person he asked that to, connecting the two despite slime going on to ask that of multiple other characters as well.

chaos duo: quackity + cellbit

based on their penchant for chaos.

quackity and cellbit tend to both have overdramatic moments that quickly spiral into chaos. quackity in particular can be unpredictable, both as a chracter and streamer.

crazy duo: quackity + forever

N/A

speculation: a parallel to quackity + cellbit's name of "insane duo".

duck duo: quackity + baghera

based on both of them being associated with ducks.

on top of quackity's name, his old avatar used to be the toontown duck. baghera's skin is a duck.

hammer duo: quackity + etoiles

based on an interaction between the two.

etoiles once hit quackity with a hammer. the name stuck.

quachu: quackity + nihachu

based on a combination of their names.

a semi-common thing for quackity's fanbase is to combine a name/theme of another streamer as opposed to an actual "duo" name. for example, quackity and karl are called honQ. quachu borrows the "qua" from quackity and "chu" from nihachu.

cabinet duo: quackity + tubbo

based on their dream smp characters.

on the dream smp, both quackity and tubbo were a part of jschlatt's presidential cabinet, trapped under a government that continuously abused them and their people. the two bonded over their unfortunate situations, and stuck up for each other when things got rough (which was often).

sand duo: wilbur + philza

based on wilbur's bit of eating sand.

during a hardcore stream, wilbur appeared in phil’s TTS, starting the conversation by going, "phil, have you ever eaten sand?", as phil was clearing draining a lava lake with sand and wilbur suggested eating it in order to get it to go faster. this bit would continue on for at least 14 minutes, with wilbur switching from TTS to vc to give phil (and chat) further insight about his sand-eating agenda.

cat duo: wilbur + jaiden

based on their interactions.

when the two met, cats were one of the first things they discussed and bonded over.

oxeye duo: wilbur + slimecicle

based on tommyinnit's lava ravine mod video.

during tommy's video, wilbur and charlie played a nonsensical game of placing items in the same chest and acting as if each had a specific attack, defense, layout, etc. one of the items they played was an oxeye daisy, which was also the last item wilbur gave to charlie before "going submersible."

honey duo: wilbur + roier

based on their flirting.

early on in the qsmp, wilbur referred to roier as "mi amor". in return, roier responded with, "i love you honey", or something to that effect.

streak/tetris duo: wilbur + cellbit

based on both of their characters having (had) white streamers in their hair / based on the streamers being known to play (and rage at) tetris.

when wilbur’s character was revived on the dream smp, he came back with a white streak. when cellbit was kidnapped by the federation, he woke up with a white streak.

despite both of them enjoying tetris, they've been known to be driven slightly insane when losing.

square duo: wilbur + felps

based on someone's dream.

the person who coined the duo name had a dream that felps was the first person wilbur ran into when he returned to the server, and the two got to know each other while breaking down felps' square.

father duo: wilbur + forever

based on their love for their kids.

despite being unable to be there, wilbur cares a lot for tallulah. if he could be present in her life, he would, as that little girl means the world to him. forever is largely regarded as one of the most protective parents, constantly fretting over richarlyson and telling him to put on his armor. he has a strong sense of protection over all the eggs, as well, as seen with the ninho project.

joy duo: wilbur + pac

based on the “lovejoy” name.

despite never meeting him, pac has been very eager for wilbur's return, and was one of the people most looking forward to his arrival when the "surprise party" billboards went up. this led to fans joking about how much he was acting like a fangirl, spiraling into the coining of joyduo.

rain duo: wilbur + nihachu

based on their origins smp characters.

on origins, wilbur was a phantom, and niki a merling. due to phantoms burning in the daytime and merlings being unable to exit the water, the only time the two were able to truly talk and bond with each other during the day was when it was raining.

quirky duo: wilbur + tubbo

based on their personalities.

both wilbur and tubbo are known to be quite eccentric. yeah that's all i got for this one.

hide duo: fit + pac

based on the hide and seek arena.

during a game of hide and seek, pac said goodbye to fit by calling him "big daddy", causing fit to panic and fumble so hard it took him multiple tries to find his warp point back home.

dad duo: philza + luzu

based on their paternal roles/influence.

luzu, of course, is a father in real life. while phil doesn't have any biological kids of his own, wilbur and tommy have essentially adopted themselves as his kids. wilbur has canonized this dynamic in at least three different smps, dubbing himself as phil's son in the dream smp, origins smp, and the qsmp.

death duo: philza + missa

based on their associations with death.

phil is commonly associated with death, or lack thereof, with his irl wife (kristin) canonically having been the goddess of death on the dream smp, as well as his reputation of being an unkillable hardcore player. he's been dubbed "the angel of death" on multiple servers; for being a killing machine on smpearth, and for his wife being the goddess of death on the dream smp. missa's connection comes from his skeletor skin and the different fandom interpretations of his character's appearance.

sugar duo: philza + forever

based on forever being phil's "sugar baby"

during the brazilians' first day on the server, phil took forever under his wing, giving him a bunch of items and supplies to help forever get started. forever was quick to dub phil his sugar daddy, and the name was shortened to just sugar for simplicity's sake.

codebreakers: philza + etoiles

based on their duel against the codes during the elections dinner.

when the codes attacked during the dinner, phil and etoiles were the two main fighters, and the only ones not to get teleported back by admins. additionally, the two of them have been the ones to most express their bloodthrist towards the codes, consistently challenging them to battles and calling them out for cowardly behavior.

goldfinch duo: foolish + jaiden

based on yellow birds.

in the words of its creator (@/inzerogravityy on twitter), "goldfinch is a yellow bird, and yknow jaiden is a bird person, and foolish is a totem that's made of gold which is yellow."

parrot duo: roier + jaiden

based on their habit of mimicking (ie “parroting”) each other.

contrary to popular belief, this has nothing to do with parrots, the bird. it’s because jaiden and roier have a tendency to mimic each other’s mannerisms/phrases! for example, roier’s insistence of hatsune miku being real comes from him hearing jaiden say so, and jaiden’s constant repetition of spanish phrases is because of spending so much time with roier.

rose/flower duo: cellbit + jaiden

based on cellbit’s visit to bobby fields.

when cellbit first visited jaiden's new house, he was very impressed and in awe of her build, to the point where he later admitted it nearly made him cry. jaiden's house, and bobby fields itself, is covered in roses, and recently, cellbit has also decorated his own home with them.

bird duo: baghera + jaiden

based on both of them being associated with birds.

baghera’s skin is a duck, and jaiden is well-known for being a bird lover, having two birds of her own irl. additionally, q!jaiden has been assigned as an avian by the larger fandom.

land duo: foolish + badboyhalo

based on their dream smp characters.

during the l’sandberg arc, bad had created a nation within foolish’s summer home and claimed its independence, despite foolish’s constant protests. multiple land disputes broke out between the two over toll gates, cacti, supreme fridges, and more, culminating in foolish blowing up l’sandberg. this rivalry between them has extended to the qsmp, as well, with bad consistently monitoring foolish’s builds and whether he has “permission” to build on those lands or not. 

theory duo/bros: maximus + badboyhalo

based on them being the original theorists.

before cellbit founded the order, maximus and bad were the first to start theorizing that something was wrong with the island, and the first to truly start digging deeper into what the federation was hiding.

gossip duo: cellbit + badboyhalo

based on their penchant for gossiping.

bad is not only a known gossiper, but known to start trouble just so he has more gossip to spread around. cellbit, while not as extreme, also enjoys his fair share of gossip, and the two have shared multiple gossip sessions over their fellow server members.

lamp duo: badboyhalo + baghera

based on bad gifting baghera a lamp.

during an investigation, bad gifted baghera a blue lamp. not only was this a pretty big thing considering q!bad's penchant for stealing and hoarding furniture, but also because the lamp was blue, ie skeppy-colored. bad tends to be especially protective and territorial over blue furniture, so gifting it to baghera was truly a testament of their friendship and how much he trusted her.

sweet duo: badboyhalo + etoiles

based on their interactions.

despite being some of the server's strongest and most decked-out warriors, etoiles and bad are total sweethearts to each other, as well as most of the other server members.

build duo: foolish + vegetta

based on their building prowess.

vegetta and foolish were some of the first on the qsmp to take up the idea of a large, intricate base, both taking it upon themselves to build massive towers. both players are known for their building outside of the qsmp itself.

castle/simp duo: cellbit + vegetta

based on their builds / based on their love for their partners.

both vegetta and cellbit have quite impressive bases, with vegetta's tower having since expanded outwards and cellbit's own castle.

people know not to mess with foolish because that would incite vegetta's wrath, and no one wants to ever be on his bad side. he's provided foolish with multiple illegal items because he loves him so much. alternatively, cellbit is absolutely whipped for roier. he absolutely short-circuits whenever his husband is around, and would do anything to ensure his safety/happiness.

misclick duo: mariana + slimecicle

based upon unfortunate canon events.

both mariana and charlie have ended up accidentally killing eggs by misclicking, whether it be by destroying their bed or by sweeping edge damage.

glass duo: roier + slimecicle

based on an ongoing bit of charlie breaking roier’s windows. 

charlie has a habit of entering buildings by breaking the nearest window instead of walking all the way to the front door, a habit that was especially noticeable in roier’s house. not only did charlie visit a lot, often breaking multiple windows during one visit as he came in and out of the house, but roier would have a notable reaction, likely due to the different norms between american and hispanic servers. 

backfly duo: vegetta + slimecicle

based on the combining of "backflip" and "fly".

charlie and vegetta once jumped down from the top of vegetta's tower with their gliders, attempting to see how many backflips charlie (el backflippo) could do before hitting the ground. the answer was 6.

green duo: mike + slimecicle

based on the green of their skins.

both charlie and mike have green as the most prominent color of their skin, with mike's eyes, shirt, boxers, and shoes, and charlie's eyes, shirt, br'aad's sash, and slime.

fonduo: slimecicle + baghera

based on their conversation on debate day.

baghera and charlie spent a good while talking about fondue together. more specifically, gruyere, as charlie couldn't manage to say it properly and kept asking baghera for assistance.

guapo duo: roier + cellbit

based on their communities' initial reactions to the other.

when cellbit was first added to the qsmp and outside communities got acquainted with him, roier's community (+ roier himself) were quick to talk about how handsome he is. in return, cellbit's community was also quick to highlight how handsome roier is, and the two grew a fast but unbreakable bond.

(la) realidad duo: roier + forever

based on the two discussing “the reality” of latin america. 

when forever was building the multiple bus stops + roads to the favela, he encountered roier in front of the oxxo. him and roier got to talking about “la realidad” (the reality) of living in latin america, destroying the road to be pull of pot holes and uneven terrain, as that is “la realidad” for most areas. they have since continued this bit, still keeping it to centering around the reality of latin american life.

ohnana duo: maximus + forever

based on the ongoing "oh nana" bit.

while the entire server has gotten into the "oh nana" bit at one point or another, maximus and forever are by far the most involved. everyone else has mostly dropped the bit and will only do it when a large group is involved, but forever and maximus have essentially turned it into a greeting between the two of them.

insane duo: cellbit + forever

based on their behavior.

cellbit is known to drive himself insane and go to extreme lengths to solve whatever puzzle has been put in front of him. forever is known to drive himself insane with projects that anyone else would balk at, such as copacabana and ninho. on top of that, they just drive each other insane and to the extreme.

smart/genius duo: baghera + cellbit

based on their penchant for enigmas.

baghera and cellbit have gotten very involved in the server's mysteries and uncovering the truth. they're both very smart and have keen eyes, especially when paired together.

smooth duo: pac + felps

based on their flirting and demeanor.

in comparison to the other brazilians, pac and felps are by far the calmest of the group. additionally, they're "smooth" flirters, having even kissed during festa junina.

piranha duo: pac + forever

based on both of their characters being flirts.

in portuguese, “piranha” is slang for a woman that sleeps around. both forever and pac have become semi-infamous for flirting with the other server members. 

mean girls duo: baghera + forever

based on mean girls, the movie.

baghera and forever are known to provoke and poke fun at each other constantly. they also have a penchant for gossiping and talking shit, although largely as a light-hearted joke and nothing actually serious. additionally, baghera and forever's characters are both blond, fitting the usual "mean girl" stereotype.

pacman duo: pac + etoiles

based on both of them having pac-man associations.

both etoiles and pac have a pac-man symbol on the front of their shirt/hoodie.

baguette duo: nihachu + tubbo

N/A

green box duo: tubbo + philza

based on their dream smp characters.

the backstory for c!tubbo was that he was found on a box on the side of the road by philza. the "green" was added due to both of their skins having green as a major color.

beets duo: tubbo + foolish

based on their dream smp characters.

to "fix" his consistent issue of starvation, tubbo decided to build a beet farm to have a consistent source of food. foolish ended up jumping in on the bit, and soon enough, a fairly notable area of the greater dream smp had been turned into a glorified beet farm.

[jungjungmochi]

How you met - The Group Chat

- BigT, Issacwhy, Softwilly, Yumi, Larrrycroft, Grunk

- Reader has no gender and is not descriptive in any way. Please imagine the reader as you wish!

- Grunk’s is pure fluff! And note there will never be smut! I will not overstep his boundaries with nsfw!

- Grunk’s name is in here but note that he really just prefers you calling him grunk! Only because he really only wants people close to him to call him by his name, so reader will refer and learn him as grunk.

- Reader is Isaac’s sibling! By birth or adoption is up to you!

⤓ Headcanon’s Down Below

BigT ((Tanner))

You met Tanner through Yumi’s birthday party

He would not let you back down from meeting everyone

It all started when Yumi had called you up to let you know him and his housemates would be throwing him a birthday party. Despite the desire to stay at home and enjoy yourself on a day off from work, you knew deep down, you in fact did miss your best friend, especially when he relocated to Austin, Texas. No denying it, you wanted nothing more than time with Yumi, life’s been boring without him and having him gone sucked. So when the agreement fell from your lips, you felt yourself not regretting the happiness in his tone. It was nerve wracking, you never met his housemates, this was a first but if Yumi seemed happy with them, that means they were good people, right?.

The drive was dreading, very but calling to take your vacation and just spend time with him, it was enjoyable. Yumi made it clear it was going to be late when you showed and there’s a chance his friends would be asleep but you couldn’t keep him up. “Just go to bed” you spoke as he sighed over the phone. “I can stay awake?” He raised a brow. “No it’s fine. Traffic is awful anyway. I’ll get a hotel, be there for the party, I promise.” You hummed. Yumi knew you were a bit stubborn and he never attempted you to be pushed to the edge of doing or agreeing with things. Which you enjoyed most when you two held small banters. And just like that, Yumi agreed and let you know you were always welcomed, hotels cost a lot and creeps were always around. So just to let him know you made it safely.

The stay there wasn’t bad, indecisive on what to wear to the birthday party, you decided not to show up and show out. Again, you didn’t mind but Yumi made it clear they’d be having the birthday party at the house, and had no intentions to relocate the party elsewhere so dressing like a star wasn’t entitled nor obligated. And with your best outfit on possible to at least look decent, it was time to show yourself at that party for the sake of your best friend.

“Y/n!” Yumi spoke loudly as he walked towards you, one hand holding a drink as he approached the car you just got out of, hugging him tightly back, you missed your best friends embrace. “It’s so good to see you again Blake!” You chuckled lightly. “Tell me all about it” he shakes his head playfully. It was nice to be back and around one another but of course, you knew you’d have to meet his friends eventually but again, you just had nerves, normal when it was around new people. “Come in!” He gestured, you could hear chattering and a bit of music, he meant it, you would in fact be stepping into the home.

With your best friend walking off to make conversation as his name was called, that’s how you found yourself alone, but only for a split moment till someone approached you. “Stiff much?” The person asked. Looking over at the voice, you found nothing but a guy standing beside you. “Oh. Well I’m pretty unfamiliar with this layout.” You spoke back with some hope your tone didn’t shake. “Oh no worries. BigT.” He held out a hand, looking down before your grabbed it with yours, giving a careless shake. “Y/n, drove all the way down here for Yumi.”. Tanner knew your name, Yumi never shut up about his best friend Y/n showing to his party. He was pretty aware of who you were. “Heard all about you. Get yourself comfortable. I’ll take you to meet the others.”

Tanner didn’t want you to feel like a stranger amongst them. You were a friend of yumi’s who took vacation days to make it to Texas just to be there. No way in hell would he waste your trip to be a stranger the whole stay. When he formally introduced you to the others, you realized they genuinely weren’t bad people and your nerves sort of washed away. But that didn’t stop you from spending some time with tanner before you got dragged off by Yumi to come check out something cool. So much for the fun you two were having.

Hours passed, people left the party and you wished them all a safe trip back home or wherever they’d be going afterward. You noticed the boys fast asleep, flushed face indicating some of them did some serious drinking. Gently placing the blankets on them to leave them to rest, you overlooked them, noticing tanner was missing. “You going?” Tanner spoke as you turned around. A smile on your face as you nod your head. “Yeah. I’m staying at the hotel in the meantime…” you shrugged. “You’re fine here.” Tanner nods his head. Though you knew the boys were playful, tanner couldn’t help but notice the drinking you had done and the sleepiness in your eyes. You were in no state to drive to a hotel. “Take Yumi’s bed, he’ll be asleep down here with the boys. I’ll show you to his room.” He smiled. “Thanks BigT…” you said as he chuckled. “Just call me tanner.”

Coming to Austin wasn’t a bad idea, considering you had time with Yumi, met his friends, and had the most fun talking and drinking with tanner. Who made your stay worth it.

Isaacwhy ((Isaac))

You met Isaac through your job

Upon meeting, Isaac stuck behind just for you

The boys had decided to film that day, making a blog for Willy's channel. Isaac tagged along with them since they would be going to eat and thankfully it wasn't as packed as they thought. When you glanced over, you took the sight of the table you would be serving, seeing if they were troublemakers you'd have to kick out or not. Thankfully though, they didn't bother people like most other young groups did when they came in.

You had approached the table and offered to get drinks for them, Isaac thought you were very beautiful when he first laid his eyes on you, you were a bit nervous but pushed past your nerves to tend to orders for the boys. Once you got their drinks down, you went to make sure it was placed, hiding the hue on your cheeks from the man that stared at you. Even if you couldn't fully see his face, he seemed to be a handsome guy and thankfully he and his friends kept it down.

"Are you boys ready to order or do you need more time?" you asked as the boys shake their heads, it seems they very much were ready for food. You checked every order they possibly made, Issac of course, deciding he would speak to you. "If you want...for the video we're making, I can make sure your face remains blurred?" He raised a brow. A little confusion happened, maybe the first ten seconds till it clicked they were vlogging. "you're all good, no worries." You shake your head. "Well, you guys heard it, Y/n is going to be serving the table," he said as you waved at the camera before clearing your throat. "I'll get the food for you boys already!" you assured.

And you did, you made sure they ate plenty, refilled drinks, and listened to them chatter at the table and share laughs. Sadly though, your time to hit up the masked man came to an end when you realized closing came around the corner. You didn't want to say bye to the boys since they made your night at work entertaining. What you didn't expect was the masked man, walking over. "Excuse me," he said as you turned to him with a raised brow. Not many people stayed around later than usual, so you assumed you charged too much or not enough. "I just...without the camera here." he sighed as you noticed he had something to ask. "Are you cool if I come back?" he asked. "If you boys like to film here?" You shrugged as he chuckled. "No. I mean just to come here and eat if you work here tomorrow again. just me, not my friends." he said. That's when you caught on to what he meant, he wanted to come back and eat so he could see you again.

"I don't work tomorrow. I'm sorry, it's my day off." you winced slightly as he nods his head. "Could I get your number?" he asked. "Without treating me to a date?" You teased. He chuckled as he shakes his head. "so?" he smiled under the mask as you nodded your head, taking out your phone so he could get your number. After the exchange, he noticed his friends waiting outside and they were ready to get home. "I'll see you another time masked guy!" you said as he smiled. "Just call me Isaac, Y/n," he said as you hummed. "Got it."

Softwilly ((Nick))

You met Nick through social media

And you two actually lived around the same area

You were a content creator yourself and usually when you posted it was either to update people about your upcoming plans or you posted gym videos, even going far as to encourage those around you. Often your streams did good and people would go to your latest post to check out every aftermath of a chill and vibrant stream you held. Which you didn't know would reach Nick, something about you spoke to him, in a way he couldn't let go of, he was intrigued but he knew his audience watched him. Some fans would put themselves in the spot to stop romance or a chance to connect, Nick knew if he followed, someone might mention it but again you were two creators, and this would be normal to do. So he did. He followed your Instagram and Twitter.

Upon some passing days, he would tend to like your latest gym post or stream post, even a random photo here and there. When you mentioned wanting to vlog with your home in Austin, Texas. Nick knew right at that moment you were possibly nearby somewhere, maybe even the same area, so he hit you up. Sitting on the couch and noticing it, you felt a bit nervous, usually, messages were with love or by haters, and often you would get the between deal. Or just creeps who troll online. Assuming that's what it would be, you wouldn't expect to see him in your messages and didn't waste a single bit of time replying to him either. The two of you hit it off and it became an instant-like thing for you both, you could hold a conversation and have no issues.

Over time, the two of you agreed to collab to surprise his viewers and yours, agreeing on where to meet and how to make the collab possible with both of your points of view you even found out that he lived nearby, so it became an even bigger bonus to spend time together. The two of you would finally meet right in town, a smile on his face. "Y/n!" he chuckled as you waved at the camera, walking over to him. You gave him a hug, one arm wrapped around you as he gave you a slight squeeze. "Good to finally meet you!" he chuckled. It felt like a dream come true to both of you. Finally being this close, face-to-face. Both of you wanted to keep a decent conversation on camera as you did off of it, and even went far to make the most of the vlog with the idea to go do something.

A large part of Nick had enjoyed what felt like years already with you. The two of you brought topics for your channel to discuss, laughed, and played around. Both of you go places together and just spend time as if there was never a camera involved. When it came time to split ways, you couldn't help but yawn. "We filmed today..." You chuckled as he nods his head. "That we did." he nods his head in agreement. "Even though it was our first time meeting, I did enjoy your company." you hum. "I enjoyed yours too." he looked over at you. Half of you wanted to spend more and more time, you were sad deep down that the day was going to end soon. "One more?" You opened your arms, and Nick nodded his head as he hugged you, sinking into your embrace. "Next time let's hang out...without the vlog." he said as you smiled. "yeah...without the vlog."

Yumi ((Blake))

Met Yumi through your best friend Nick who held a surprise party for your birthday

You two hit it off really well and Yumi liked your personality, a lot

“My friend is coming over tonight, don’t spoil it.” Nick said as he overlooked the boys who were ready to get it started. Nick had planned a surprise party for you at the house and the boys agreed to help despite not knowing much about you or what you’d like but thankfully Nick was able to get it perfectly prepared for you and tell them exactly what they needed to know. While you glanced at your phone, laying in bed. He hadn’t sent you a happy birthday message and it hurt because you instantly assumed your best friend forgot all about you. Wanting to sleep it away, you closed your eyes and decided a nap was better than nothing.

Time passed and you woke up to the sight of the sun going down, days almost over and you were thankful deep down it was ending. Grabbing your phone to glance at the time, you checked the countless miscalls and messages from Nick, apologizing and claiming he was super busy but he didn’t forget, some relief washed over you. That’s when you encountered his message telling you to come over so you can spend it together; thinking nothing of it, you were out of bed and getting ready to go spend time with him.

Arriving to see your best friend, you noticed the lights out and a small sigh left your lips, did they fall asleep already?. Either way, you weren’t backing down, you wanted an explanation. So marching to that door and opening it, you were going to yell out to Nick for how bad that hurt you but not before the lights came on and a large group of people wished you a happy birthday. “Nick!” You said as he hugged you tightly. So that explains a lot. “You are so lucky you had this party in mind! Cause I assumed you just pushed it aside.” You rolled your eyes playfully. “Saved you from getting yelled at.” You giggled. “Well. Happy birthday! Let’s get the party started!” He said as everyone agreed.

With people enjoying themselves and Nick off talking, your face was a tint of red, the liquor setting into your system. You had no reason to be shy, you were actually enjoying yourself and you pushed all feelings out to feel good and happy. Isaac pointed it out that you were drunk, even giggling that you were a light weight but Nick alerted them you couldn’t hold much before you became that type of person. “Careful. You’ll fall back and hit someone or the floor.” Yumi spoke as he held your arm, guiding you to the kitchen. He was over crowded along with you and the kitchen wasn’t too full. “Y/n? Right?” He asked as you raised a brow. “Whose that?” You slurred as he chuckled. “You.” He said as you hummed. “You have a cute smile. So how do you know Nick?” You asked as you leaned against the counter. “I’m surprised we never met.” He smiled.

Yumi explained everything to you and a lot of what he said made sense, you two went from that to drinking together and doing something stupid. “His face is squishy.” You smiled softly as you squeezed Grunk’s face. He let out a laugh as Yumi chuckled. “Happy birthday to you!” You said as Grunk shakes his head. Moving from grunk you two had fun a large time of the night and you couldn’t recall ever having a bad encounter amongst the whole night but Nick knew you were enjoying yourself and that’s what he wanted.

With the party coming to an end, Nick couldn’t find you and you went searching for you to see if you left. But instead he found you out in the backyard, sitting by Yumi, he decided to give you two alone time, he’d have a talk with you later or by tomorrow. “Thank you.” You hummed as he raised a brow. “For what?” He asked as you shrugged slightly. “For wishing me a happy birthday. And helping nick fix up a party for me..thank you.” You hummed. Yumi watched as you laid your head against him, a small chuckle passing his lips as he let you remain passed out. “You’re welcome…” he soothes your hair. “You’re very welcomed.”

Larrrycroft ((Larry))

You met Larry during moving in

And when you two finally talked, everything went smoothly and just right

You didn’t always like the spotlight, or making the biggest deal out of things, so you hardly spoke to family about the big move to Austin. Sure, you were young but you and your friends were gonna be moving in together and it was all mapped out and going to plan so it seemed fine with you making the drive just so you can have a fresh start plus everything was talked about, how could you pass up the chance like this.

The U-haul was open and your friends were inside claiming bedrooms while you were sighing, the huff falling from your lips. You made this whole drive, got here late because of stupid traffic and they haven’t even come to help you. You glanced over at your neighbors before giving a small wave. “Sorry if they disturbed you with the yelling they were doing out here.” You apologized but the tall guy shook his head. “No worries, we came to see if you needed help?” He asked. “Uh…sure! Yeah! That would be great! Thank you!”

Thankful you were that your neighbors were helping you move every single bag and box of you and your friends stuff inside since you struggled with it a bit. It was going by very fast. “Oh cool! What’s this?” One of them asked as you glanced at what he held, a small chuckle leaving your lips. “My friends collect some weird things…I think it’s like something old. I’m not sure.” You shrugged. He nods his head as he clicked his tongue. “How old?” He glanced over at you as you smiled. “Honestly. She’s cleaned it but it’s had some dust on it so probably really old or the store is just dirty.” You two chuckled at your reply. It felt natural to have a talk, almost like you two had known each other already. “So what’s in your bag?” He asked as you sighed. “I hate to disappoint but probably not old collectibles with dust.”

You didn’t disappoint at all, you spent a lot of time showing Larry something’s you brought. His friends were smiling ear to ear, they’d tease him about this later for sure. You two held up in conversation for hours. “So your all housemates? Wow. Wanna exchange?” You asked as he shakes his head. “You’d hand them back over after an hour.” He said as you shake your head. “How bad can they be?” You asked as he smiled. “You’ll figure that out yourself.” He said as he took your bag. Your friends had been upstairs bickering and bantering on a room you’d sleep in but nonetheless it was fine. You had your room chosen.

“What are you even putting in it?” Larry asked as you sat on the floor together in your new bedroom, door closed as you went through some things. “Probably gonna decorate it a lot more than my last so it’s not so bland.” You shrugged as he hummed. Hours and hours passed, jokes and countless laughs, conversations about hobbies and such, it was all there. Your friends weren’t even minding it, assuming you were too busy, they did their own things.

It was now around four in the morning, Isaac grew concerned and went to make sure that Larry was okay since the lights were on in your room but no one was speaking and no noise was heard. He gently knocked on the door as your friend opened it, rubbing her eyes. “What’s up?” She whispered as she yawned. “Larry still here?” He asked as she shrugs. “You can check. Y/n’s light is on, she might know” she stepped aside. Isaac thanked her as he quietly made his way to the source of your bedroom.

When he opened the door, he found you fast asleep with Larry, heads laid back on the pillows you brought. It was a relief to Isaac that he was okay and he left you two to be alone and sleep, but not before he placed the blanket over you both, keeping you warm. The photo he had taken would be shown to tease Larry when he woke up and got home the very next day.

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- Thank you for reading! Remember if you send in request, you can request three at a time before requesting more♥️

[britt-kageryuu]

The stream is pretty quiet today, Leo is reading fan suggested fanfiction again, though he's not reading them out loud this time. His model is in dressed in his unicorn onesie again, and holding a tablet, seated on a blue inflatable chair, on the beach set.

The current story title, series, and genre, is on screen with tags/warnings along with chapter and word count.

Some instrumental music is playing in the background to fill the silence while everyone reads. Though some who don't want to read are just playing games in the chat, like a MOD or River/Shelldon posts a set of emotes/emojis and the chat guesses what they mean/translate them. While some are literally just watching Leo's model 'read' something on the tablet.

Leo every now and then pauses to makes some comments about the story, talk about the cliches and tropes, makes guesses on what might happen next, or complain about something with the authors writing style that just bothers him for some reason.

A notification suddenly goes off, but it's not a stream notification, it's coming from Leo's phone that is being picked up by the mic. Leo grabs it, and his model freezes up as he reads over what the notification was for.

He puts down the tablet and phone, and quickly gets up, leaving the range of the camera. The microphone just barely picks up random noises, some clattering and shuffling, but not clear hints about what's happening. Not even from River and Shelldon are telling anyone what's happening.

A number of minutes later Leo returns to the scene, and just collapsed into his chair.

"Well everyone. I was just given the news that ours Pops is a bit under the weather. Don't worry he's not going to have any health crisis. This is a fairly standard sickness that hits him this time of year." Leo pauses to take a quick drink, "We're pretty sure it's because of the weather, and the main reason I'm still here, and not heading home. Is because Pop's reaction to the cold and his medication leaves him a bit... how do I put this... Loopy? Maybe?"

Leo seems to be thinking it over, "Like he gets hot flashes and will walk around in his underwear while blasting the AC, he'll start telling us random stories that sound like he's writing Lou Jitsu fanfiction, he becomes Stupidly clingy, and he will at times act like a ninja, and either avoid us, or ambush us around the house." He lets out a sigh of frustration, "I've been trying to make some medicine to help him, but it doesn't have much effect, and once made it somehow worse."

The audience is very confused, because they can't tell if Leo is telling the truth or trolling them again. Especially since some who've done medical research/studies have never heard of this combination of behaviors with any form of sickness, let alone with medicine involved. Only other substances.

Leo picks up his tablet, and starts messing with the layout on the stream. "So since I don't know how long this will last, I'll be adjusting the stream to keep going until I get word back from Dr-Dad how Pops is doing. Now this isn't necessarily a Sub or Donothon, but as you can see." He brings up a menu style list with prices or a progress bar next to different activities, "You can send bits, or donations to choose what I do for the next who knows how long."

Suddenly his phone is going off with multiple notifications.

"That's just my Siblings. Red is staying with his GF, though Dee, and Mandarin might join me later. It all depends on how their plans go." Leo says all this with a slightly dismissive tone, and ignoring his phone.

The audience just kept speculating, but got no answers as they watched Leo jump around a few different activities, and sometimes check his messages.

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Masterpost

Yes, Splinter still gets the Rat Flu. Leo tried to make a medicine to help, but it didn't really work.

[mattphobiia]

OPPOSITES ATTRACT.

this was now the beginning of my second year in university and although i knew the layout of the place well, everything felt more terrifying. i know that this isn't like shitty high school where everyone thrives off the drama created but i won't lie, these people are adults but seem more immature and worse than your average student in a school. there was this guy called chris sturniolo and we definitely had some heated arguments that nearly turned into physical fights and it didn't help that i was best friend's with his brothers, nick and matt. i adored them both but i had a stronger connection with matt due to the fact we both were awkward as fuck along with our matching crippling anxiety. i felt like i could tell him anything and he would never judge, but it wasn't one of those romantic crush scenarios. we were strictly best friends and we both liked it that way!

i await outside my porch, waiting to see that familiar car matt had always driven until i see it, making my nerves calm down for a minute until i saw that stupid face of chris, and my mood was brought back down again. i sigh, rolling my eyes in annoyance as i began to approach the car, slipping into the backseat with nick as we all began to talk, apart from chris. i mean, i did feel his cold stare dig holes through me through the rearview mirror but i make an effort to ignore it. so what if he didn't like me? matt and nick did, and i only wanted to talk to them anyway. unlike chris, i had way more in common with them both regarding hobbies and interests. for example, matt and i hated going to parties and loud events while chris seemed to live off that shit. none of us had ever smoked, apart from chris. chris was your typical "bad influence" friend, but he looked good doing it. yeah i hated him, but i guess he was attractive. it was mainly the hair doing it for me, his personality is definitely ugly as fuck, which made me giggle thinking about it.

"why the fuck are you laughing to yourself? goddamm weirdo." chris mutters, looking back at me with the dirtiest expression i had ever seen, which made my heart beat with anger.

"because i can. now turn around and stop looking at me with such a dirty face, clean your grubby ass up before talking to me." i reply proudly, chris only rolling his eyes before slumping back into the car seat while matt and nick chuckled to themselves.

matt finally pulled up into the parking lot, all of us procrastinating getting out of the car after a long enjoyed break from this shit hole. i keep my distance with chris, standing close to matt as our arms slightly touched together while we walked, it was our way of reassurance, a small intimate act like this definitely calmed us both down for the better. we began to approach the announcement board only to see that there was a lecture in the hall basically recapping our last year before we broke up, and i sighed with embarrassment. the university always had this tradition of sharing all of the students positive and negative feedback we get on our behaviour, whether it be fights, chatting unnecessary shit, or just anything embarrassing in the hopes to stop students from misbehaving but it never worked.

after the humiliating recap lecture of all of the students behavioural issues, matt and i sat in our secret area that barely anyone knew existed, chris and nate sat on the other side trying to avoid me. chris obviously would tell nate about me and how he seemed to hate me. nate was a nice guy but he tried his best to avoid me for chris' sake.

i lean my head against matt's shoulder, peering down at his phone screen while i watched him scroll through tiktok, like usual. chris always used the fact that since we were this close we may as well date, but it honestly wasn't like that. we just felt like we were siblings, and we would never date. i made that very clear to chris, but he still always found a way to make my blood boil even if he was just sneaking a smug glance at me.

chris and nate were mainly just talking about skating after they had finished their course work and getting high, but i wasn't surprised. i always wanted to learn how to use a skateboard, but always felt like i could never because i knew damn well chris would rather push me off a cliff than do anything like that with me. i mean, nate probably would but i couldn't be bothered to deal with him especially because of his bossy attitude. matt knew how to skate and would probably teach me if i asked, but he never really done it anymore as he already owned a car, while nick... is just nick. he would probably start screaming as he would go down on a ramp and fall flat on his face, which that would be funny.

"stop staring at me weirdo." chris shouts over at me, making me jolt upwards in confusion. turns out while i was zoned out, i was just admiring chris the whole time, fuck.

"shut up, whiny ass bitch." i reply, rolling my eyes in response as i lean my head back down onto matt, who was now playing a mobile game, not paying attention to his surroundings.

"i am not whiny, your annoying ass voice is though." he states, beginning to smirk as he bit the side of his cheek trying to hide his smile.

"at least i don’t have an ugly tattoo." i sneer, pointing at one of his tattoos on his left forearm, making him look down in disapproval.

"whatever, maybe get some tattoos to hide that boring personality like matt." he says, matt's head immediately snapping upwards with the mention of his name, glaring at chris before he rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to nate who was chuckling at our interaction.

"ignore him." matt whispers, making me turn my head to him before nodding in response, leaning my head back against him. "he's only just trying to fuck around with you, don't let him win."

"i know, hes just... so fucking annoying." i huff, he only laughed while he lifted his arms, motioning for me to lay my head on his lap. "how do you cope with him?"

"he's my brother, first of all. but sometimes i do want to smash his face with a frying pan. he is a literal chatting machine." he says dramatically, the both of us beginning to laugh heavily while both boys looked over at us like we were fucking crazy.

i had just about survived all these long ass lectures, somehow matt and i being halfway across the classroom which made us both feel uneasy, but also having chris right behind me. i could tell he was staring me down and i hated it, but i managed. according to some girl called brittany, theres a party being hosted nearby and everyone was invited. when i told matt, i immediately knew his answer when chris just had to persuade him to go last minute, but i knew that i wouldn't want him to go through it alone. when chris says "he'll be by his side", he means that matt would just be alone in the corner while chris was getting absolute shitfaced and there was no way i would let him do that.

"well, if matt is going then so am i. you're just going to get wasted the whole time and leave matt feeling awkward. fuck that." i add, slowly stroking matt's arm before giving him a warm smile, which made him feel safe.

"whatever, go be with your little boyfriend like a clingy little loser." chris rolls his eyes in disgust, walking off as he slams the door shut to his room.

"for fucks sake, why does chris always think we are dating?" i shout angrily, leaning my head into his chest as he pulls me into a soft hug.

"he's jealous of our bond. hes just a fuck boy who loves to hurts everyone while i actually care about you. no, i dont want a relationship with you but i love you like my sister." he smirks.

"how cute, matthew." i smile, tapping the tip of his phone with my finger as he lets out a laugh. "wanna get ready now? for this stupid party?"

"i guess, i know deep down we are both dreading this." he sighs, wondering off to his room as he watched me nod before i quickly rushed into mine.

MASTERLIST / P2 , P3 , P4

a/n: this is only part 1, keep a look out for part 2🥴 LOOOL anyways work is so stressful rn so this could take awhile but i got alot of drafts atm sooo i may upload some of them:) hope all my followers enjoy these 🤗🤗🤗 also i dont rlly proof read them at all bc im lazy asf so my bad if theres any errors or if it dont make sense

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I hope this isn’t too personal but would you tell us how your screenwriting process was? I saw that you submitted WCIL as a screenplay and as someone whos scared to stop I’d love to know how you did it

Um this not too personal AT ALL. I really wanna chat about things with you all, whether that's dumb stuff or serious stuff or whatever. My inbox is open 💛 Also, I am SO sorry this is so fucking long 💀

My #1 piece of advice is to decide to take the leap. Which, I get, is easier said than done. I had dreams of doing things for the movies one day since I was little, I just let society and myself convince me that dreams like that don't pan out -- except how would I know if I never try?? And it's scary. I have a degree I'm proud of that took me a long time to get for a job I am not pursuing and don't really want to again. It's scary to change directions and take a leap into unknown territory, especially one that's centered around the arts - often looked down on by other people with "real jobs". It's taken a very long time to get here, this community is largely to thank for the chance at this dream, as well as people I've met through this Fandom. I would have never taken the leap without the encouragement of people in this fandom, especially @loveshotzz & @sweetsweetjellybean . But ultimately, I had and have to be the one who has faith in myself.

#2, follow some accounts on Instagram, where ever, listen to some podcasts, etc. A ton of how I found out about these contests is just from listening to The Screen Writer's Life podcast and hearing them mention contsests. Then I googled contests, and found their accounts on Instagram which led me to more, I'll post a few pictures below of some beneficial ones - pay special attention to rules of contests and also the validity of an account - who else follows them, what info can you find about them on Google, can you submit material that's submitted to other contests etc.

#3 - in terms of the actual screenwriting process, I will say I am largely winging it 💛 but here's a few things that may help:

I have this book I'm reading (picture below) which turned out to be a pretty standard for the industry? People like Tina Fey have talked about reading this book and then just doing the damn thing in interviews.

I had a few film studies courses over the years, so this helped me understand a little bit of the language used when critiquing film and studying screenplays - but I don't think this is necessary. There's a ton of lower cost online courses, masterclass, free YouTube videos and more if you Google.

Reading other screenplays. Do you have a genre you want to write specifically? Or how about your favorite movies? While there is a sort of standard way to write a screenplay, it's amazing how when reading a variety of scripts, you can see each screenplay Writer's individual voice and vision. Many are free online to read just by googling, at least a version of the script potentially in its early draft stages.

I used the software, free version, Celtx to write WCIL. It was very user friendly and easy to pick up, and I think gives you a great gateway into how to write a screenplay. However, the free version was pretty glitchy, and now that I know I want to do this more, I'll be investing in Final Draft (pretty standard in the film industry from what I can tell). Aside from this sort of teaching me the layout, Google and interest and like I said, reading other scripts, got me into the flow of how to write one.

I had a pretty clear vision of WCIL because of already writing the fanfic. For me, having the clear outline helped immensely. And then, for me, it helped to do the straight dialogue from beginning to end, with no action or scene headings, THEN I went back and filled these pieces in. From all my research (and that book I'm reading) dialogue is the most important part of your screenplay. As the writer of a movie, it is not your job to descibe the setting and the emotions and the costumes in immense detail. Your job is the story, and it's everyone else's job to bring it to life. So that leads to - just letting things go - realizing "hey as much as I love this scene, is it important to the story? Why or why not. What needs to be cut for it to fit? Do I need this piece of action or is the dialogue enough Etc."

Lastly, honestly just googling questions I had - anything from page numbers (a page typically equals about a minute for example, which is why the standard maximum page number usually is 120) to how to show an interruption in dialogue, to what should be capitalized and what shouldn't  - Google is your friend. The screenplays of other movies are your friend. The more resources you read the more you learn and absorb.

I really hope any of this helps!! If I can do it, you can do it! Good luck 💛💛💛

Highly beneficial accounts to follow to start off with. But there's so much more!

The podcast I listen to:

The book 💛

[animehouse-moe]

Overtake! Episode 1: The Man Who Races

I really like cars, so of course I'd like racing. I heard of the concept for Overtake! and was immediately on board, then I saw the previews and was a bit more apprehensive. But, I watched today's episode, and I'm very surprised. Lots of great stuff to chat about. If you were on the fence like me though, I'd say to watch it.

So, obviously, the racing. That's what I'm here for. It's what I was concerned about, and for very little reason it seems as the execution on it is impressively good.

Working with CGI you need to understand the flexibility you're given to convey that three dimensional space. Troyca grasps that very quickly and uses all the tricks in the book to make things look great through this stretch.

The use obstructions like the fence to mask detail, as well as shots that aim to follow the subject so that they don't appear perfectly still in the scene. Following that up they make use of "camera shake". That is the movements are non-linear, they overextend on their panning or rotation and have to come back in slightly. It's a simple detail but important to add to the believability. The depth of field/focus shifts also help with that a great deal. They even mix in 2D shots of the characters driving for extra effect.

I think the only thing I really say is somewhat subpar is the visual information with the cars. Initial D/MF Ghost understood the assignment and added visual effects to denote the pace of the vehicles. Not that they feel slow, but that they feel too clean in some shots.

Anyways, the 3D racing is incredibly good and features some really great work throughout.

Of course, as an episode it's not all about racing (though a lot of it is), and not all of it is 3D. There's a lot of impressive work on the 2D front as well, and the direction very strong throughout the episode. Lots of use of space and perspective that provides very strong and standout scenes and layouts.

Personally speaking, I think I got a little tripped up by the 3D aspect of this series, so I wasn't expecting the level of quality apparent in the 2D animation, which was a considerable mistake. It's not balls to the wall 24/7 or anything, but there's a lot of character acting that really has effort placed into it.

That's enough about the production though, let's start into story. I think... it's okay. I don't have anything that really grabs me by the collar right away, but I can feel the potential. Koya's afraid of taking pictures of people due to a traumatic experience of his past. He can't find a reason to further explore his passion, and Haruka is the catalyst for that passion. It's somewhat straightforward, but aside from a sort of grating exposure to Koya's trauma, I can sense a good bit of potential.

Also surprisingly, Overtake! fits in a sizeable chunk of information regarding how formula racing works. It's not too heavy, nor does it take ages to explain. It might make the first race seem a little convenient, but it does a good job of covering quite a bit of information both with exposition and just plain old exposure. The idea of using Koya as a vehicle for viewers to understand the sport was a good idea.

All in all, it was a good series to cap off this Sunday with. Lots of energy and excitement, and pretty clear dedication to the sport of formula racing. Intense action and pace as well as emotional beats and character driven stories being set up. I smell quite a bit of potential for this series as a racing anime, which is great to see considering how dry the genre has been for so long now.

[cherrytree-irl]

offscreen post: sure nice of some guy to invite us into this closet, eh luigi?

The door to the storage closet has been left ajar. That's out of the ordinary; it's usually closed. The note said to meet near the janitor's closet... but did they mean in it? That's a little more intimidating. But... whatever it takes to find Luigi, N will do.

He feels a little pathetic, being nervous to enter a storage closet. Just like he felt pathetic about being afraid to board a plane. It makes him feel as if he's grown weak. Or maybe he's always been weak, and it just took him a while to notice. After all, he was certainly never the perfect being he once considered himself to be.

Whatever— there's no use dwelling on that right now. Just go in the storage closet, find out where Luigi is, and leave. The door will be open the whole time, he's not trapped, he can escape. It's fine.

He enters the storage closet. It's dark and narrow. There are no windows, and he can't see much... just what's illuminated by the light from the other side of the door, which suddenly narrows and disappears— someone shut the door. There's a click that he doesn't notice.

"Hey!" N yells. He wiggles the doorknob— it doesn't budge. Locked. He's locked in here.

"Let me out!" He pounds on the door, his heartrate already beginning to accelerate.

The only response he gets is from something in the room behind him— a growling roar that makes his heart drop. He instinctively turns around when he hears it, which he immediately regrets; Hydreigon attacks anything that moves.

In an instant, N is slammed headfirst against the door, the mouths of Luigi's secondary heads pinning his hands above his head. He yells out in surprise and in pain. He feels something stabbing into his arms... Luigi was noticably toothier than an average Deino, and that seems to have remained true as she evolved.

He squirms desperately and his heart practically vibrates as the fearsome Pokémon lunges her toothy maw towards his face... but suddenly, a beam of light erupts between them, and Euler emerges.

Luigi, only briefly caught off guard, releases N from her grasp, but proceeds to grab onto Euler. He cries out as she bites his head, but he then retaliates by using Night Slash. It's not very effective, but it's enough to get her to back off for a second.

Euler shoves N out of the way of the locked door and then uses Focus Blast, destroying it. He grabs N and pulls him out of the closet. Luigi follows them.

In the light, it's clear to see that Luigi... doesn't look right. Her arms and secondary heads are too small, she's missing two wings, her tail is too short, and oddly, her legs resemble the front legs of a Zweilous. A Deino... isn't meant to become a Hydreigon this quickly.

Luigi roars. Euler braces himself to continue fighting. N is frozen in fear as Luigi glows bright red, about to use a move he recognizes: Frustration.

N is pulled out of the moment, hardly feeling like he's present as his brain suddenly forces him to relive memories of his past.

He snuck out of his room once, as a teenager. It was pretty much the only moment of teenage rebellion he ever had. Once he got out, he realized he didn't know the layout of the castle and he didn't really know what he wanted to do...

He wandered about the place for a short while before he was spotted by Ghetsis' Hydreigon. N tried to talk to him, but he was disinterested in chatting, instead immediately attacking him. Even now, N can feel Hydreigon's teeth tearing into him, the cold stone against his back when he was shoved to the floor. He can hear his own voice echoing as he screams for help.

Luckily, Ghetsis wasn't far away. Hydreigon was recalled to his Poké Ball, and soon enough, N was back in his room. Ghetsis furiously scolded him as Anthea tended to his wounds... his father's anger almost hurt more than Hydreigon's attack. The incident served as a powerful lesson not to step out of line; never to disobey Father. He always... knows what's...

"Sir, can you hear me?" He hears someone's voice as the flashback begins to fade. He's not at the castle anymore, he's at the shelter. Nobody is yelling at him... but nobody is tending to his wounds, either.

"Sir? Sir? This guy needs a hospital!"

N blinks as he regains his awareness. He's sitting on the floor, more battered than he was a moment ago. His ears are ringing and everything hurts, stinging and aching and pounding. He can feel his clothes sticking to him in various places. Based on his pain, he assumes they're wet with blood.

He looks around. He's dizzy, and it feels like the world is spinning. He has to focus hard in order to see anything, which makes his head hurt more than it already did. Luigi is nowhere to be seen. Euler is laying on the floor nearby. N can't tell if he's conscious or not, but he can see that he's breathing.

Still not feeling like himself, he finds that he can't get himself to speak, so he languidly points at Euler when the paramedics come to take him to the hospital.

"Is that your Pokémon, sir?" One of them asks. N gives a slight nod.

"If you give me his Poké Ball, I can get him sent to a Pokémon center."

N takes Euler's Poké Ball out of his pocket. He recalls Euler, and then hands the ball to the paramedic.

"Alright. Let's get you both out of here."

[aesethewitch]

Also, to be clear on a few things regarding my rules, just for the anons in my inbox:

The rules are linked on every FTF answer, every FTF intro post, and in my pinned post (at the end of tarot services) (ought to be updated for format/structure anyways, so the link location may change soon). They're also in the sidebar on the desktop version of my blog, but I know most folks aren't seeing that. Hence why they're... everywhere else.

I used to put them in every single FTF intro post! If I don't use a cut, it's super long and horrible to scroll past, so I must put a Read More cut. And guess what: people still sent asks that were against the rules. I actually get the same amount of rulebreakers now as I did then, so not doing this hasn't changed diddly shit.

Searching my blog for "rules for tarot readings" or "tarot rules" brings up, shock and awe, the most recent post mentioning tarot rules! In this case, it's the intro post for tonight's FTF! It has a link to the rules, which you can click!

The rules page sometimes doesn't load for people, and I don't really know why! Tumblr is Tumblr, y'know? I keep intending to put it in a blog post to make it less likely to bug out, but I've had a billion other things to worry about and keep forgetting about it. People who actually intend to read the rules send me asks mentioning this issue, checking whether their ask is okay and apologizing just in case it isn't.

I'm allowed to be a little sarcastic when someone breaks that many rules in a row, particularly when the links are literally everywhere, and I'm constantly telling people to read the rules before sending a FTF request. It's disrespectful of the asker to have sent it. Ordinarily, I'd just delete it, but this one, again, broke three in a row, and it was funny. My vaguely sarcastic tone is the least hostile thing I could've given you.

Come off anon if you want to go from being rude in my inbox to actual useful input. I don't bite. Let's chat. I'm serious, not angry, and fully sincere. Send me a DM. What would've made this easier for you? Where can I link these that you would've clicked them? Were you actually going to read them and couldn't for some reason? What happened there? Is it the length of the list? The format? The layout? Let's talk about it. I'm curious.

[saey707]

Kinktober Day 1 {Viego}

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Spooky Prompt: Masturbation Champion Focus: Pentakill! Viego (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ) Female reader 🎃 Warning: NSFW

Author's Note: Kinktober commences! {¬º-°}¬ I am a day behind because I contemplated participating in a challenge this month, but here we are! Also, my kinktober posts will have this layout because it is a special event. I wanted to differentiate how it looks from my normal posts. Enjoy, my little freaks (o ｀▽´ )oΨ PS: All pics are mine above. I took them during the Pentakill Concert!

Your boyfriend was a great musician. With that, you know there would be a point where you would have to endure being away from him for an extended amount of time.

However, with Viego as your boyfriend, it becomes more of an extent where he'll have to endure being away from you.

His head was resting atop his arms, and the most he could do was stare at your pretty, little image on his laptop screen. Your own laptop rested on the bed before you, and you enlarged the screen so you can see your handsome boyfriend in all of his pixilated details.

His head was resting atop his arms, and the most he could do was stare at your pretty, little image on his laptop screen. Your own laptop rested on the bed before you, and you enlarged the screen so you can see your handsome boyfriend in all of his pixilated details.

His head was resting atop his arms, and the most he could do was stare at your pretty, little image on his laptop screen. Your own laptop rested on the bed before you, and you enlarged the screen so you can see your handsome boyfriend in all of his pixilated details.

"I told you Viego. I have to get back to finding work. Besides, someone needs to be watching over the house while you're gone." You snickered, "I mean, who knows what crazy fans will try to steal your shit. You're a big deal now, baby." Huffing, Viego blew a lock of hair out of his face, forcing himself to sit up now.

"So what... None of that matters! You're killing me by not being here, mi corazón! I can't bear being away from you this long!"

Melodramatically, your boyfriend raised the back of his hand to his forehead, falling back in his chair.

You blew a playful smooch to Viego, the musician groaning and lulling his head back, "Now you're just being cruel..." His voice barely registered through his shitty webcam. But you heard him well and clear. And you couldn’t help but feel empathetic to Viego’s suffering.

"Oh yeah, well how about I make it up to you then, baby~?" You suggested.

Reeling his head back up, Viego gaped at you. When you didn’t offer any other words, he raised his brows. You knew he was expecting you to say something, urging you to continue.

But there was nothing more telling than the way you slowly pushed your laptop back with your foot, your back falling against your pillow with a gentle thud and rock of your laptop. Viego took in the gorgeous sight. He sunk into his seat.

How he wished he was with you right now so he could give your plump thighs a delightful squeeze…

As if you read his mind, your hands trailed to your thighs, leaving Viego frozen with a beautiful, red glow on his cheeks. You had him wrapped around your finger. And he loved every minute of this.

Giving your bare thighs a squeeze, Viego bit his bottom lip when you pressed your head back against the headboard with a cute hum.

"Ah...~ I realllyyy miss you, Viego..."

You were really killing Viego now. He felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. “I miss you too, princess…”

He swallowed hard, instinctively trailing a hand to the rim of his tight, black pants. He had just got back to his hotel room from a concert and didn't even bother to change. Viego never did. He always prioritized video chatting with you straight after a concert.

You opened your legs, giving the musician a clear view of what he’s been missing out on. He licked his lips, leaning forward, his chest pressed against the desk. Fuck… He cursed under his breath.

Viego greedily watched as your fingers lapped against the thin fabric covering your pussy.

Just hearing him call you princess was enough to make you sopping wet, your breath caught in the back of your throat as you pleasured yourself. “You look so beautiful, mi corazón~” He edged you on with that sexy, low tone you loved, causing a wonderfully lewd noise to pull from the back of your throat. Viego’s never heard you make that noise before…

The longer Viego stared, the hastier he grew. His breath shuttered silently, admiring how your fingers made slow, circular motions and rubbed up and down over your pussy. It’s like you were asking for him to fuck you senseless as soon as he got home in a few days!

He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, quick to release his cock with his hand. “Fuck, princess…”

Viego abused his own dick in perfect unison with your own movements, biting down on his bottom lip as he hunched forward. One hand was gripping the edge of the desk, a sloppy string of curse words a melody trailing to your wanting ears.

“Ahh~ Viego… ♡ Ahh~! ♡”

You hooked the edge of your panties with your free hand, spreading your legs wider, “Let me see you, Viego… I want to see daddy’s big cock~! ♡”

Your boyfriend wasted no time in readjusting his webcam for you, pointing it lower so his head was out of frame. All you can see was a hint of his red locks and his slutty, toned waist until he perfectly captured his dick.

“Look what you did to me, princess~” He pumped his cock until precum began to slick over his hand. You felt a rush of heat wash over you, loud, prolonged mewls following as you pushed your panties to the side. Your heart was beating fast and Viego picked up speed seeing your exposed clit.

Everything felt like it was moving a million miles an hour.

Your fingers brushed over your folds before you inserted two fingers, sliding them in and out. He was sent into overdrive. His wanting hand picked up its desperate pace until he was huffing for breath.

"Oh, (Y/N)... Agh... Fuck, reinita... Qué linda~" His accent drove you over the edge, and you could tell he was smirking. A high-pitched moan followed his praise as your fingers curled inside your pussy.

Your moans intertwined with Viego’s until you were slicked over with sweat, clothes leaving a prickling sensation against your skin. Your hair clung to the sides of your face. You felt uncomfortable. You felt sticky.

But you didn't care.

"Ah, my love~!!" You can tell Viego was about to snap. You knew your boyfriend well enough to know when he was at his limit.

But with half-lidded eyes, you drew out your little game.

You breathed out enough sound to pull him from his self-abuse, and inevitably, elicit a string of Spanish cursing from the overstimulated musician that was ready to reach his climax: "Wait until I come first, babe~"

Like a good boyfriend, he abides by your demands. You were his queen, which made playing peasant boy until you were satisfied alright with him.

Viego knew full and well that when he gets home from this tour of torment he'll have all the time in the world to conquer your heart!