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Chivalry is dead | Alexandra Saint Mleux x Reader
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pairing . . . alexandra saint mleux x leclerc!reader
summary . . . Everybody thought Alex was dating your older brother Charles, and that you were dating your own person. But when a photo of you two kissing at Jimmy'z got leaked, everything changed
request . . . no!!
word count . . . N/A
warnings . . . none! THIS WAS WHEN ALEX HAD HER INSTA AS PRIVATE !!!!
faceclaim . . . various girls from pinterest!
alexavia yaps . . . WOOHOO GIRLY LOVE!!!!!!! anyway i <3 alex shes so pretty so yes!! first time im writing for a wag which is so excting omg!! timeline doesn't make sense so ignore that! legit took me like 4 days to finish idk why AND ITS KINDA CRNGE AND SHITTY ASL but lets focus on it being published <3
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yourusername has posted two new stories !
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caption 1: i wish i knew what was so interesting // caption 2: dinner with my girl 🤍
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username1 gorgeous girls omg
username2 my girl?? i see you y/n 👀
username3 alex abandoning charles to go with you lmao
username4 i wish i was a wag
username5 so prettyyyyy
alexandrasaintmleux i had so much fun mon ange 🤍
yourusername everything is fun with you mia bella ragazza 🤍🤍
username7 my GOD youre stunning
username8 replying to this in hope of y/n seeing my dm
username9 holy shit you two look like goddess'
charles_leclerc stealing my girlfriend now?
yourusername hilarious
charles_leclerc just joking, you two look stunning
yourusername thanks charlie
username10 my oh my i dropped dead
username11 where's the dress from?
username12 my dream in life is to be famous and post shit like this
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alexandrasaintmleux someone partied too hard and missed breakfast Tagged: yourusername
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friend1 let me guess, she slept until the afternoon?
yourusername you know i can read????
alexandrasaintmleux surprisingly, she woke up just a bit after 12
yourusername i'm literally right here
friend1 well that's an improvement!
yourusername guys??
alexandrasaintmleux it is!
yourusername fuck it i hate you
alexandrasaintmleux the problem is you don't
yourusername FINALLY
yourusername and i don't that's true 😔
username13 the prettiest! Liked by creator
username14 man i wish i was alex
francisca.cgomes how was date night??
alexandrasaintmleux soo beautiful
francisca.cgomes make sure to tell me about everything
francisca.cgomes you too yourusername !
yourusername will do, kika, will do
francisca.cgomes i can't wait for you two to go public so i can post all the cute pictures i have
alexandrasaintmleux i don't think that will be soon
francisca.cgomes you never know, maybe y/n will start making out with you in the paddock after getting sick of the people staring at you
yourusername ...
yourusername okay i won't go THAT far but i might kiss her just a tiny bit
alexandrasaintmleux mon ange....
yourusername love youuu
alexandrasaintmleux love you too
charles_leclerc this account is private right?
alexandrasaintmleux yes! it's only for friends and people who know about us
yourusername don't worry charlie we made sure nothing could go wrong
charles_leclerc just wanted to make sure my little sister and sister-in-law are safe and comfortable
yourusername awwww my heart 🥹
alexandrasaintmleux thank you charles! we appreciate it 🫶
yourusername how can someone be so gorgeous and beautiful and pretty and stunning and ethreal and breathtaking and lovely and elegant and radiant and exquisite and graceful and divine and hot and angelic and delicate and enchanting and serene and mesmirizing and captivating and eye catching and jaw dropping and show stopping???
alexandrasaintmleux by using some of your beauty
yourusername MY beauty? comapred to me you're an angel who graced this earth to fill my life with love and heavenly moments
alexandrasaintmleux have i ever told you how much i love you?
yourusername why don't you show me instead?
alexandrasaintmleux coming to the bedroom right now
francisca.cgomes why cant pierregasly be like this?
pierregasly i can't keep with y/n she's more down bad every day i see her
iamrebeccad if carlos was like this i wouldn't be hanging out with y/n and alex as much
francisca.cgomes same with me
carlossainz55 ???
pierregasly ???
yourusername pierre and carlos can fuck off this is a GIRL only place
charles_leclerc and me?
yourusername you too
charles_leclerc this is what i get for being a loving brother and pretending to date your girlfriend so the media doesn't pry on your life and harass you two
yourusername the phrasing is making me sound like an ungrateful brat
charles_leclerc because you are?
yourusername i'm telling maman we'll see if she likes this
charles_leclerc ...
yourusername go get a girlfriend buddy we need more girls for our hangouts
charles_leclerc what have i done to deserve this?
yourusername you crashed niki lauda's ferrari
charles_leclerc DON'T go there
charles_leclerc it was break failure and you know it
yourusername sure, charlie, sure
alexandrasaintmleux y/n please leave charles alone he might cry
yourusername of course mia bella ragazza 🤍
charles_leclerc alex????
yourusername fuck off
charles_leclerc sigh
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yourusername out with mia bella ragazza 🤍
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username15 EH?????
username16 at least its not a man guys
username17 EXACTLY
username18 Y/N SOFT LAUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
username19 im never shutting about this for like another 6 weeks
username20 MY WIFEE IS NOT SINGLE????
username21 stop why is alex in the reflection of the second pic
username22 dont fuel my expectations
username23 MEOW
username24 y/n pls check your dms
username25 bros tryna rizz THE y/n leclerc
username26 the audcaity to say this in a soft launch post HELP
username27 i need to know who shes posting about
username28 oh to be in a relationship with her
alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous gorgeous girl
yourusername its all you bella
alexandrasaintmleux you flatter me
yourusername its not flattery if its true
alexandrasaintmleux im blushing right now stop
yourusername anything for you bella 🫶
username29 lowkey why do they sound like theyre flirting???
username30 i have a theory that theyre dating but covering it by 'dating' other ppl
charles_leclerc looking beautiful
yourusername thank you charlie 🤍
alexandrasaintmleux she always looks beautiful!
username31 ALEX!?!??!?!
username32 MISS.
username33 not alex flirting with her boyfriend's sister INFRONT of him
username34 who ever shes dating is living the dream lifeee
username35 she better hard launch soon or im suing
username36 sigh i wish i was her
username37 call me delusional but shes dating lando
username38 noo i see it
username39 WAIT STOP THATS??
username40 y/n literally wrote MIA BELLA RAGAZZA WHICH IS ITALIAN FOR MY BEAUTIFUL GIRLLLLL
username37 jeez calm down
username41 MOTHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
username42 woah
username43 can she like marry me idk
username44 can't wait to see her in the paddock again omggg
username45 STOP alex uploaded a story where she was in a restaurant too
username46 theres a lot of similar restaurants in monaco its probably her with charles
username47 sigh i want to be as pretty as her
username48 STUNNING.
username49 ate up everyone frrrr
username50 ALEX BAG HER UPPPP
username51 she better before we do
username52 frr omg
username53 the leclerc sibling fight over alex
username54 when i sleep i see her in my dreams
username55 MY GOOOD IM COMBUSTIG SHES GORGEOUSSSSSSSSSS
username56 mothered up so hard the earth cracked
username57 shes my kind of woman
username58 id let her hit me with charles' car
username59 real
username60 queen
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f1_wags_exposed a recent tweet went viral because of a picture containing CHARLES LECLERC'S girlfriend, ALEXANDRA SAINT MLEUX, kissing his younger sister Y/N LECLERC at Jimmy'z Monte Carlo following Leclerc's Monaco Grand Prix win Tagged: yourusername, alexandrasaintmleux, charles_leclerc
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username61 how to kms no borax no glue
username62 oh!
username63 they haven't commented on this yet???
username64 why should they do
username65 it'll only fuel the rumors
username66 so will staying quiet
username67 WHAR?????????????????
username68 tagging them is BRUTAL
username69 wrong timing but face card never declined for all three of them
username70 and never will
username71 this was NOT on my 2024 bingo card
username72 if i had a penny for every time a leclerc got with alexandra id have 2 pennies which isnt a lot but its weird that it happened twice
username73 y/n x alex we need it
username74 the otp fr
username75 HELL YES LETS GO WE GOT YURI
username76 WHERE ARE THEYYYYYY I NEED THEM TO SPEAK ABT THISS
username77 was full on expecting y/n to comment on this
username78 ME TOO like her ass would say 'girl what' or sum
username79 FRRR
username80 aww y/n looks so cute
username81 deleting all my socials after this
username82 they are SOULMATES vro
username83 this screams 'summer love triangle teenage drama series'
username84 OKAY BRO BYE IM LEAVING THIS EARTH THATS SO TRUE
username85 legit the summer i turned pretty (i didnt watch it)
username86 AND the kissing booth (didnt watch this either)
username87 this is fake i REFUSe to believe this
username88 i am JEALOUS, ENVIOUS, GREEN. WHY CANT THIS HAPPEN TO ME
username89 hottest love triangle i cant
username90 they ARE the main characters
username91 FRR like everyone else is just a side character
username92 gang if its a love triangle then theres incest
username93 this is the kind of romance ppl write books about
username94 STOP NOT THEM GOING RADIO SILENCE HELP ME
username95 if charles and alex break up then its true
username96 no bc i feel like im intruding on them rn
username97 THEYRE GORGEOUS
username98 shes everything and hes just ken
username99 idk who this is talking abt but its true for both y/n and alex
username100 charles could do so much better ew
username101 my QUEENS
username102 ok so like when do they hard launch
username103 if this turns out to be fake i will rage SO HARD
username104 i have a solution that alex and y/n get together and charles does whatever idk
username105 I DIED???
username106 i need them to go poly
username107 y/n and charles are siblings......
username108 I REMEMBER WHEN SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPENED LIKE IN AUS BC Y/N WAS SITTING ON ALEX'S LAP
username109 HELP WHAT???
username110 HOW DID I MISS THIS LORE???
username111 y/n made a story of her sitting on alex's lap again and was like 'and i'd do it a thousand times' then deleted it after like 2 minutes but it went viral LMFAO
username112 THIS IS SO RANDOM????
username113 leclerc-saint mleux lore goes DEEP
username114 man this shit is crazy
username115 idc whoever gets with who bc they will legit be the most gorgeous couple no matter what
username116 ALEX THE BEST WAGGGGG
username117 oh i am itching for y/n and alex hard launching with grand prix apperances
username118 when i opened insta i wasnt expecting THIS
username119 i-???? wtf do i even say
username120 i am SPEECHLESS
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yourusername chivalry is dead so i got me a girl. mia bella ragazza, ti amo tanto 🤍🤍 Tagged: alexandrasaintmleux
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alexandrasaintmleux je t'aime tellement, mon ange 🤍
yourusername 🤍🤍🤍
alexandrasaintmleux 🫶
username121 STOPP MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS
username122 this has me sobbing and i dont even know them
username123 WHAR?????????????????
username124 idk if i expected this or not
username125 honestly same
username126 WHAT THE SHIT
username127 werent alex and charles out on a date yesterday?????
username128 MY GYATTTTTT
username129 ????
username130 sTOP
username131 im deceased
username132 GIRL WHAT???? IM SP CONFUSED RN WHATTTT
username133 LETS GO us girlies won
username134 gang go check out the y/n and alex update accs they uploaded the whole saga wtf
username135 the most gorgeous gyals
username136 if i was charles id die like my sister dating my gf????
username137 alex was winning both ways
username138 PLEASEEEEE
username139 ICONIC.
username140 IUHGBSN????????????
username141 i dont believe in love
username142 FACE CARD IS LETHAL
username143 WHAT DID I MISS????
username144 SOBBING i love them sm
username145 if glazing them every single second was a crime id be 89 feet under
username146 GOD HAS FAVOURITES !!!
username147 THE SHIT????
username148 counting down the days tilll we get y/nalex appearance in the paddock
username149 the people's princess'
username150 STOP i just realised that y/n speaks to alex in italian bc alex is italian (by nationality) and alex speaks french to y/n bc y/n is monagesque (french speaking country)
username151 the aura from them is DIABOLICAL
username152 THATS SO....?? WTF IM IN LOVE
username153 i NEED a relationship like this
username154 OMG THATS SO ROMANTIC KILL ME
username155 i died
username156 GET THESE GIRLS THOSE RINGS NOWWWWWW
username157 they need to get married ASAP
alexandrasaintmleux i love you so so so so much
yourusername forever and always
alexandrasaintmleux until the end
yourusername 🫶🫶
alexandrasaintmleux 🤍🤍🤍🤍
charles_leclerc my favourite sister and her girlfriend
alexandrasaintmleux thank you charles!
yourusername i'm your only sister
alexandrasaintmleux ange...
yourusername what i'm just saying the truth
alexandrasaintmleux i love you more than anything in this entire universe my angel
yourusername i love you more than you'd ever know, pretty girl
arthur_leclerc GET A ROOM
lorenzotl arthur be nice
arthur_leclerc i'm not 5
yourusername then act like it
charles_leclerc guys stop fighting
yourusername HE STARTED IT
arthur_leclerc NO???
yourusername YES???
alexandrasaintmleux now we have to wait while they sort it out
charles_leclerc which could take decades
lorenzotl seems like it
username158 FUCKING FUCK OFF
username159 ok thats it im jumpiing off a cliff
username160 ive never seen something more funny and its in a fucking instagram comment section
username161 im actually crying
username162 i love them so much i hope nothing ever happens to them
username163 my heart is paining i cant take this anymore
username164 i need to know what charles feels about y/n dating his gf
yourusername he never dated her i was dating her it was all a pr stunt so we dont get attacked by homophobes
alexandrasaintmleux this worked out better than we thought
yourusername yeah i didnt think we'd get so much love
charles_leclerc you deserve it all
yourusername thank you charlie 🫶 love youuu
charles_leclerc love you too petit lapin
username165 no i refuse bye i cant
username166 PETIT LAPIN IS SO CUTE STOP ITTTTT
username167 the a in alexandra saint mleux starts for a lovesick fool for y/n
username168 THE WAY THEY STARE AT EACH OTHERRR>>>>>
username169 how i wish for love like this
username170 greatest love story frrr
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caption 1: cherry red🍒 // caption 2: y/n holding leo!! // caption 3: 🤍🤍🤍
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badkitty3000 · 2 days ago
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Anonymous asked:
THE ONE FROM THE TRAILER BITTING HIS LIP AND THE SITTING ONE OH LORD HOLD ME BAAAACK please write something for those specific ones (+ last 2 ones duh) like i don’t even need plot atp the one bitting his lip made me go feral 😀
I needed a few days to work on this, but I got it done! This ask is referring to a post I made featuring some sexy Five gifs that you can see here.
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And well, you said no plot was needed, so here you go!
Summary: You and Five get down and dirty on the train. 1.3k words
Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, blow jobs
You hadn’t stopped nagging him about it since he came back and he told you about the never-ending time traveling subway that only he could access. He had deciphered the map fairly quickly after accidentally getting stuck and it had only been a few weeks for him, and only a few minutes for you. But in those few, lonely weeks, he had needed something to occupy his mind, and so he dreamt up multiple scenarios involving the two of you on that train. After your steamy reunion, when he told you about them, you couldn’t get it out of your head.
So, now here you both were, standing at the bottom of the subway stairs as the first train came squealing to a stop in front of you. Five wasn’t sure this was a good idea. He wanted this, but just because he had made his way out before didn’t guarantee that he’d be able to do it a second time. If you became lost in time, unable to get back home, he’d never forgive himself.
With a worried glance back at you, he saw that gleam in your eye that only meant one thing, and fuck, he was not a strong enough man to resist that look. Biting at his lip with hesitation, because he knew he shouldn’t be risking this, he gave in. When the doors slid open, he took your hand and led you inside.
The car was warm in contrast to the chilly platform. As it started to pull away, while some unintelligible voice that sounded awfully familiar spoke overhead, the hum of the train and the darkness of the tunnel created a false sense of security. As Five sat down, he spread his legs just enough to convey what he wanted. Then he looked up at you, settling into the seat like a king on his throne, resting his arms across the back, and raising an eyebrow. You knew what that look meant without any words being spoken.
Get over here. Now.
You obeyed his silent command, and you stood in front of him while his hand roamed up your bare thigh and under your skirt. You had specifically chosen to not wear any underwear today, and when his fingers grazed your bare ass, he smirked; clearly pleased with your wardrobe decision.
“On your knees,” he said plainly.
Dropping down onto the hard and dirty train floor, you rested your hands on his thighs. Keeping his eyes locked on yours, Five shrugged off his overcoat and began unbuckling his belt. Just the sound of the clinking metal made your mouth water and your pussy ache. As he freed his hard cock, stroking it a few times, you licked your lips.
“Go ahead, honey. Make Daddy proud.”
There was nothing to say to that, and it didn’t matter anyway, because a second later your mouth was filled with his thick cock. Hissing through clenched teeth, Five dropped his head back. You knew how to drive him crazy by sucking hard on the head and using your hands to stroke his shaft and fondle his balls. The rocking of the train helped you out, and you moved your head up and down with the steady rhythm. Lights would pass over and then disappear again, creating a hypnotic effect over both of you. When you looked up, he was watching you again, those steely green eyes piercing right through you. 
“God, you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he moaned, petting your hair gently while you choked and gagged on his dick.
Hearing him praise you like that would have soaked your panties if you had been wearing any, so instead you felt a warm trickle of wetness slide down your inner thigh. You increased your pace, quickening your hand and hollowing your cheeks to suck him off as hard as possible.
Five’s groans were growing louder and you focused on every beautiful sound that came out of his mouth. The way his breath caught in his throat, the thick swallows, the sharp gasps of air drawn in between the quiet whimpers you knew he was trying to hide. With his hand on the back of your head, he sank lower into his seat, opening his legs wider and thrusting his hips into your face.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he murmured through clenched teeth as his fingers flexed in your hair. “Keep going, just like that, honey. You know how Daddy likes it.”
Removing your hand from around his shaft, you took his entire length into your mouth, shoving it down your throat with each bob of your head, and expertly working through your gag reflex. This was nowhere near the first blow job you had given him, and it certainly wouldn’t be your last. He loved watching you kneeling before him, worshipping his perfect cock with your hot mouth. But doing it here, in this weird, supernatural traincar, while your bare knees ached from the hard floor and you had no idea where you were going to end up… that just made it all the more erotic.
You could tell by the higher-pitched grunts and erratic thrusts of his hips that he was about done. With his cock slicked with your spit, you removed your mouth and started to jerk him off fast and hard, sliding your fist up and down at a frantic pace while Five let go of your hair. His eyes closed and lips parted as he let out a long, low moan.
“Fffff-UCK!” he cried out, right before he released himself to your amazing handwork.
Long ropes of cum spurted out of his twitching cock and into your open and waiting mouth. You lapped up the bitter-tasting semen, swallowing as much of it as you could, while the rest dripped down your chin and neck, and covered the front of your dress in white streaks.
As the last few drops were expelled, and Five’s hips stilled and then relaxed into the seat again, he let out a long sigh. When you let go of his slowly softening dick, you sat back on your heels and licked your lips and then the palm of your hand as you stared up at him with a coy smile.
“How was that, Daddy?” you asked, resting your chin on his knee as you blinked up at him.
“So damn good, darling,” he breathed out.
As you stood up and Five started to pack himself into his pants again, the train began to slow as it approached the next stop. You held onto the pole while the brakes screeched loudly and that same odd voice spoke gibberish through the speaker. You peered out of the grimy windows, trying to read the large neon sign that was just outside the platform. 
“Where are we now?” you asked, a little worried.
You had been hoping to stay on the train for a little while longer. Your groin was still throbbing and dripping wet, and you had assumed he would be repaying you for your generous service in the form of either his mouth or cock. Or both.
But when Five stood up and took your hand, the doors opened and he started to lead you out. You hesitated at the door, poking your head out and staring curiously at the sign that you could now read clearly.
“Max’s? What is this place?”
To your surprise, Five grinned widely in that way that meant he was up to something. Then he pulled you onto the platform, taking your chin in his hand and kissing you long enough that when he pulled away you whined a little at the loss of his lips on yours.
“Five, my dress is covered in your cum and I am not wearing any panties. I was also kind of hoping you’d you know…” you pointed to your much-neglected crotch region. “... Take care of this for me.”
He chuckled, pulling you along as he headed for the weird, random deli up ahead. “Come on, darling, I think you’ll like this place. They’ll take real good care of you here.” He looked back at you with a smirk. “And don’t worry about your dress… it’s about to get a lot dirtier.”
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Thank you for this ask, this was fun!! ❤️
If you'd like to check another amazing sexy Five one-shot, featuring some very sexy artwork based off of a couple naughty pics that are included in the original post, @kaybreezy3000's Lips Of Wine will not disappoint 😉
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teslasucks37 · 2 days ago
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READER TEACHING CHARLIE HOW TO FINGER HER??? YOUR WRITING IS PHENOMENAL
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CW: NSFW under the cut (MDNI), sub!Charlie, inexperienced!Charlie, fingering, squirting, afab!Reader (no gendered pronouns)
A/N: Charlie is deffo experienced enough today where he doesn’t have to learn, but if we were to go back in time before he did… 🤤🤤🤤 ALSO THANK U FOR THE COMPLIMENT ON MY WRITING IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME!!! For a long time I haven’t been able to post any fics of mine cause I thought they weren’t good or was worried that people would be sad that they weren’t done, but Tumblr has been helping me write more often and be okay with what I’ve written, so here’s this 🤭
Charlie Slimecicle x Reader
Teaching Him Hcs!!!
In the past you’d told him to just “do whatever feels right”.
You were simply too horny and needy to explain it to him in the moment.
He’d been a virgin before then, never having much experience with sex in general.
And of course when he did finger you for the first time it didn’t feel AMAZING, but it wasn’t bad by any means.
Well, he must have caught on because the next day he turned to you on the couch while you were watching a show.
“Can you… Teach me? Please?” He practically begged. “I want to know how to make you feel good…”
The question made your thighs clench.
Within seconds, you were laid back on the arm of the chair, your shorts and panties were discarded on the floor.
Charlie sat between your legs, staring in awe at the apex of your thighs, holding them like they were made of gold.
He’s practically silent, so shy and not wanting to miss a single instruction.
You grasp his wrist, separating his middle and ring finger from on his hand. “Use these two.”
Slowly pulling his hand to your pussy, you place the pads of his fingers on your slit and release his wrist.
He sighs, sliding his fingers over your entrance, slipping between your folds gently. “You’re really wet.”
“Cause I like it, Char~” You say with a smile, making his face flush.
He watches how you breathe, squirm, moan at his ministrations.
“But how do I…” He chews at his bottom lip in thought, before slowly turning his hand up and slipping his fingers inside your pussy.
“Fuck…”
He freezes, eyes wide and worried.
“Good.” You reassure him. “So good, Charlie~”
He cautiously moves his fingers in and out, constantly looking up at you to gauge your reactions to what he’s doing, to see what makes you feel the best.
“Curl your fingers up.” You plead, grabbing at his bicep and feeling his muscles flex as he moves.
Instantly, he changes his angle to reach that spongy spot inside you, taking note of the different feel.
“Like that?”
“Yeah, fuck~”
God he’s such a good learner for you.
His fingers and hands are so big he doesn’t even need a third.
And they’re so fucking long he can immediately reach that spot you struggle to with every thrust.
“Other hand.” You reach out with an open hand.
You drag his fingers over your clit, jolting at the sensation. “Feel that?”
He nods, his motions inside you slowing.
“That’s my clit.”
His eyes widen in recognition as he swipes his middle finger over it again.
“Ah~” You breathe out as he circles it all on his own. “Yeah, just like that.”
Charlie’s fingers press harder, just slightly, making your back arch.
“Mmm, keep using your other hand.”
He’s so mesmerized by your reactions he hadn’t even realized he’d stopping fingering you.
You moan out as he starts to finger you again, curling his fingers into just the right spot. “Faster~”
He obeys you perfectly, pounding his fingertips quicker into your gummy walls.
His finger on your clit becomes two fingers, circling it brutally in a way that hurts just the right way.
“Yes, don’t stop!” You moan, your head falling back over the arm of the couch. “Just like that, baby~”
Charlie’s eyes stay on your face, unable to look away from how you squirm.
His fingers feel so good, his combined motions making your vision go white
He feels your walls flutter around him, squirting around his fingers as your thighs shake around his waist.
Your orgasm wets his hands, his wrists, your thighs, his clothes, the couch.
It’s fucking everywhere.
You practically collapse where you lay as Charlie’s hands slow to a stop.
He blinks, almost scared to move.
He’d never seen someone squirt before.
Or cum in general.
Porn didn’t count, half of it probably wasn’t even real.
He watches you come down from your high, panting and shivering. “Was that… Okay?”
“Okay?” You joke, glancing up at him with glassy eyes. “That was amazing.”
Charlie smiled, filling with pride that he’d made you cum with just his fingers.
“Do you wanna be done?”
You grin, poking at the visible erection in his pants. “Not unless he wants to be…”
You guys weren’t done for at least a couple hours.
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optimisticgrey · 1 day ago
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Based on this anon ask for @dekariosclan (and her beautiful answer), I tried to write an intro to such a story. I do not actually need a new story to start but it has been on my mind ever since the answer was posted and we all aware how hyperfocus works, so here we are.
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The idea is a (female) Tav from our world being plugged by the Nautiloid and thrown into Faerûn.
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summary: You wake at the beach after attending your friends birthday party last night. There are people standing in front of you, looking as if dragged from a fantasy movie. What the heck is going on?
author's note: Please let me know if this is something worth exploring and that you would enjoy reading. I will also need guidance in regards of skills/class for this Tav (please🥺)
content warning: This is just an intro.
word count: 1,3k
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You notice you are half-awake.
Not quite there yet, your mind not fully emerged in reality but you are awake enough to notice your head hurts.
Massively.
There is pressure at the back of your skull, as if you have been sleeping on a rock.
It is incredibly painful.
So intense, your stomach churns.
It has been some time since you fell asleep randomly after a party but you cannot really care as you swallow hard with a too dry mouth and try to contain the contents of your stomach.
You can feel your heartbeat pulsating in your temple.
Everything hurts, you realize.
Not just your pounding head.
What the fuck was in that drink Silas gave you?
After all you know you should have not taken that last shot he handed to you. But it has been his birthday, who are you to judge the birthday boy wishes?
In hindsight, not the best decision.
And yet, this does not feel like a hangover.
Something is wrong.
Slowly, you become vaguely aware of your surroundings.
The air smells of dead fish, bacon and….wood? Wet wood? Like the wood your father used to fuel the stove in his hut where you spent so many weekends in the child.
Yes. Not yet fully dried, freshly cut wood, consumed by flames.
The stench of fish is more intense, though. You are certain, fish is not supposed to smell like this.
There is water rushing by, in large quantities.
A river? Not rhythmic enough be the ocean. No waves, just a steady rush.
Your face is warm but it does not feel like a fever. As if you are lying in the sun, external heat burning your skin.
There are hushed voices.
"She’s alive! Still breathing—thank the gods!" whispers one voice.
"But what, pray tell, are those trousers?" another interjects. "And that tunic—dare I ask if this is some bold new fashion sweeping the high city?"
"I assure you, it most certainly is not," a third voice cuts in. "I've never laid eyes on such fabric before—nor, I suspect, has anyone with a shred of taste."
Huh. Interesting. There should not be anyone in your bedroom.
Let alone three men.
“Let me through and take a look,” a woman orders.
You notice, the surface beneath you feels wrong.
Too hard. This is not your bed.
It is….sand?
The realization is enough to jolt you upright.
The sudden movement sends a fresh wave of pain crashing through your skull. It feels as if your brain is too large for your head, pressing outward, straining against bone.
You wince, flinching as the sunlight stabs into your eyes.
If possible, your head hurts even worse from this sudden movement.
Multiple people immediately step back and stare at you.
You are instantly certain this is not your bedroom.
This is not even your house.
This is not even your city.
You force yourself to take a slow, steady breath and look at them properly.
As if all of this was not strange enough, you are somehow certain you have left….home.
You know, with a quiet, head-hurting certainty, this is not your home.
But you do not know how you are certain.
You look at the people standing around you.
A black man with two different eyes, one is glowing red but the rest of it is black. He has black dreadlocks, bound behind his head. There are scars on his face and down his neck, but he somehow the gaze on his face is kind, intrigued.
Another man, with a surprisingly cute face with a stubble. An earring with a star dangles from his left ear. His dark brown hair is bound back at the top, dark brown eyes watch you curiously as he crouches to one knee in front of you.
And then there is the third person, you have never seen a person like this. You might be hallucinating, you think.
Isn’t that a side effect of migraines? This headache really feels like a migraine.
Her skin is light green with dark spots on her cheeks and around her eyes but her ears are pointed, ridged with delicate waves. Her nose is pointy yet somehow flat. She watches you with clear disdain, her lips pressed into a thin line. There is a fucking sword, resting in her arm, too.
She reminds you of a frog, though you try to suppress this idea. You do not know where you are, how you got here or who the fuck these people are, but you are quite sure, calling someone a frog might not be the best idea.
The other woman has one of the most beautiful faces you have ever seen. There is a small scar beneath her right eye, but it’s nearly hidden below freckles. Her hair is pitch black and she wears an interesting pointy silver piece on top of her long braid at the back of her head. Her ears are also pointed, but not as much. Her eyes are curious but restrained. Light green. Laura would fall for her instantly.
The last one might be a model. Pearl skin, beautiful sharp jaw line, the most perfect tone of silver white curls you have ever seen. But his eyes are deep red. It suits him somehow. You do not know what to do with this information. His ears are pointed too. You realize, he is an elf.
Of course, in all of this – whatever the fuck this is - there is a beautiful elf staring at you.
They all stand around you, watching you.
As if all of this would not be weird enough, you notice their clothes.
The dark eyed man is dressed in a robe? Clasped at the front with a white shirt underneath it. There are leather embellishments on the shoulders and surprisingly elegant brown boots.
Both women are wearing….armour.
You have no other way of describing it.
Actual, medieval-style armour.
There are definitely metal elements in it, on the chest, shoulder and legs, attached to leather part. The dark haired woman definitely wears chainmail.
What the actual fuck!
You’ve read your fair share of fantasy novels, watched all the big-budget adaptations, but you are sure this is not CGI. This is not a badly rendered animation or even masterful makeup artistry.
Not your own, your mind couldn't come up with this if you focus hard enough.
For a moment, you consider being in a coma. You read an article once, on people having the most vivid dreams while being in a coma.
Or experiencing a near death scenario.
No. This somehow - although you are not sure how - feels real.
A real fantasy.
But you are quite sure, you made it home last night, unharmed.
You remember drinking water. And electrolytes. In your kitchen.
You remember undressing, before dropping into bed.
No, this, somehow, indescribably, feels real.
You can touch the sand.
You hear the river you can see when you look to your right.
You can feel the sun on your skin.
You can feel their gazes on you.
You can smell the stench of fish, wood and burning flesh. Not bacon. There are corpses burning behind them.
Of course, there are fucking dead people. Burning dead people.
When you look up, there is a…..giant tentacle?
What the ever loving fuck!
There is a burning, gigantic squid to your left, one of its monstrous tentacles held by large, light brown stones around you.
Your mind rebels against the sight.
It is not a ship. Not really. A grotesque fusion of flesh and metal, twisted and burning.
And there is an elf and a walking frog person, apparently, so it’s a start to your personal fantasy adventure?
It kind of feels like a nightmare, though.
How can this be real?
But they do not look like badly rendered CGI or very expensive makeup and you do not even have time to comprehend the entirety of weirdness of this situation, the fact that these are in fact breathing people, as the dark haired, crouching man speaks.
“Hello. I am Gale of Waterdeep,” he says gently. “Are you alright?”
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stoshasaurus · 10 months ago
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right. I need to add some fucking context to this.
My current pfp in one of my discord servers is one of my recent drawings of Felwinter. I was talking about my desire to go out and get donuts this morning, particularly a banana Bismarck (basically a banana-flavored Boston cream donut, if you asked me to sum it up) from this local donut shop. I expressed that I enjoy having characters as my pfp because I imagine that they are saying my words, and it made me wonder how Felwinter would feel about donuts for breakfast, and banana bismarcks. I promised that once I had returned from my expedition to acquire said donuts, that I would write a short snippet about Felwinter eating a banana Bismarck.
So, here it is. An extremely silly, probably HIGHLY inaccurate mini-fic about Shaxx bringing Felwinter donuts for breakfast.
Disgustingly sweet (both literally and figuratively) Felshaxx fluff ahead.
Felwinter only finds himself sleeping in when he is visiting Shaxx. The Iron Lord never sleeps at all; he doesn’t need to, and there is always work to be done. He often finds himself quite busy in the evenings, scouring submind data or organizing lessons for his new student, activities that he obsesses over long after dusk, when any ordinary man would retire for the night. But endless work and looming threats be damned, Shaxx has an absurdly comfortable bed, with far too many pillows and a mattress so soft that Felwinter’s frame sinks immediately into it like a stone in a pond. He’d never known he needed a soft bed with a mountain of pillows. It has become one of the millions of little things he looks forward to when it comes to visiting his beloved in the Last Safe City of Humanity
His infrequent holiday stays in the City have been growing in length recently. In the past, he was lucky to have a single evening to himself to spend, a few scant hours spent being shown all of the spectacular things Shaxx detailed to him in his letters. Now, he is allotted more time, sometimes a week or more, once or twice a month. There was never any announcement made; Felwinter highly suspects that Radegast had been pestered into lessening the burdens of his duties by those few nosy Lords who had deciphered his unspoken relationship with Shaxx. Absolute wretches, all of them. He cannot complain.
He sleeps in more frequently now; Shaxx wakes earlier than him, often unable to step away from his post for longer than a few hours. But he never leaves without soft murmurs goodbye and a few kisses pressed to his face. Felspring teases him relentlessly when he finds himself brushing his hand over where Shaxx’s had been. He swats at her before dozing off for the next hour or so, Arc energy buzzing across his frame long after the Warlord has gone, soft flickers of static mimicking well-known, well-loved fingertips.
When he does finally wake up, it is to a still-empty house. If he makes a small noise of disappointment, he will never admit to it. He makes the bed, dresses himself, and opens the windows to let the sun and the air in, admiring the cityscape in the distance. It truly is as marvelous as Shaxx had made it out to be. A place where flowers bloom and birds sing, and Lightless people sleep without guns in their hands. Shaxx had entrusted Felwinter (and Felwinter alone. Oh, isn’t that a precious thought?) with a small, messy manuscript of hand-written poetry. Felwinter had smiled as Shaxx asked for his aid in revising it, hiding his apprehension in his hands as he wrung them, his feet as he shuffled them, his eyes as he averted them from his face. The very same manuscript lay on the kitchen counter, pockmarked with notes and bookmarks, the pages marked with fresh ink in the margins where Felwinter had endlessly praised Shaxx’s prose (in a much more legible script). Where words often failed the Iron Lord, his writing never did. He confessed his love through paragraphs of detailed interpretation and literary analysis. Poetry of his own.
Felwinter is in the process of writing more notes in the manuscript when Shaxx finally returns to the house. Felwinter turns to greet him– there is a tray of twin coffee cups in one hand and a small box cradled in the other, another bag tucked in his elbow.
Shaxx’s Ghost graciously removes the man’s helmet in time for him to press a kiss to his forehead. “Morning,” he rumbles as he deposits his goodies on the counter.
Felwinter absorbs the matching icons printed on the bag and the box. Some kind of bakery, evidently. He shuts the manuscript and sets it aside, taking one of the cups when Shaxx hands it to him. “Good morning,” he replies. “How goes the Crucible?”
“Astoundingly boring. I have no exciting clips to share.” The man sounds almost wounded. Felwinter curses whichever Guardian neglected to throw enough grenades to elicit excitement in the Crucible Handler. “The new Lights tend to try their luck during the summer months. I almost feel bad watching them get decimated by some of our veteran fireteams.”
“One would think the loss would motivate them to try harder.”
Shaxx laughs as he opens the box and examines its contents, out of Felwinter’s line of sight. “It does! That’s the thing about the newly Risen. They haven’t learned what quitting is yet.”
Felwinter does not protest when Shaxx plucks something out of the box and presses it insistently into his hand. It is a soft pastry, glazed with a sweet white frosting and sprinkled with what looks like chunks of cookies. Shaxx grabs an identical item out of the box, but his eyes are on Felwinter rather than the thing in his hand.
The Iron Lord puzzles over it, tilting it carefully so as not to spill the toppings, and stares at Shaxx. “What is this?”
“It’s a donut.” He shrugs with one shoulder. “It’s called a Bismarck. A banana Bismarck, to be exact.” He sounds overly proud of himself as he tilts his chin triumphantly. Felwinter huffs at the display.
Felspring hovers over his shoulder, studying the treat curiously. Felwinter wishes that she had a mouth so she could try it herself. In her stead, he slowly takes a bite, watching Shaxx mirror him with equal trepidation. He cranes his neck over the counter and cups his hand under the Bismarck, making sure no debris falls to the floor. The kitchen is flooded with an oddly pregnant silence as they chew thoughtfully in tandem with one another.
Felwinter signifies the end of his chewing and swallowing with “It’s good.”
“I concur,” Shaxx says. He is still chewing, and the words are muffled as he cleverly keeps his mouth as closed as possible. Crumbs speckle the corners of his lips. “Very sweet.”
“Obscenely,” he remarks. Shaxx barks a laugh.
Felwinter takes another bite. He feels like something, a loose screw, or a damaged cog, clicks back into place. He plucks a cookie off of the top of the thing and pops it into his mouth. It crunches loudly in the metal hollow of his mouth, and the sound drowns out every other thought in his head. Shaxx chuckles at him again, looking very strangely infatuated, and Felwinter cannot stop the lights that dot his chest and his neck from flickering in diffidence.
When his mouth dries up from consuming the pastry, Felwinter reaches for the coffee. It is strong, straight black just the way he likes it, and pleasantly hot rather than scalding. He drinks deeply and feels his plates thaw from the warmth of it, his mouth, his throat, his chest, and his stomach, each system absorbing it individually. The bitterness is a perfect complement to the sweetness of the Bismarck. Shaxx watches him overtly, an earnest tenderness visible in his eyes, unhurried anticipation visible in his open posture. Silently, he seeks appraisal.
“It’s very good,” Felwinter murmurs. All of the words he knows feel inadequate to describe his feelings, so he resorts to simplicity instead. “Thank you.”
Shaxx physically sags against the counter with what Felwinter assumes is relief. An uncharacteristically bashful grin pulls at the corners of his mouth. “I’m glad. I wasn’t sure you’d like it.”
The Exo’s eyes sparkle with his version of a coy smile. “Do I not strike you as the type to enjoy banana-flavored sweets, Lord Shaxx?”
“No, Fel. Not at all.”
As if to prove him wrong, he takes another bite of the Bismarck. It is so sickeningly sweet that he is afraid it will somehow rot his metal mouth.
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Playing Nice has ruined my fucking life. I’m so sorry.
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clickety-clacker · 20 days ago
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Been seeing so many cool Clickies on my dashboard since getting into GGG, I just had to take the time to draw a few of them- plus, it was a bit of a challenge to try new styles. A lot of these guys were also super influential to how I draw and even think about Click Clack on my own time, so you should definitely check them out! Names below the cut cus it got long heehoo
Top left: @malartsorte
Top middle (holding papers): @scribblelimbo
Top right: @wishgraanted
Leftmost middle: @beastwhimsy
Middle (peace sign!): @sootnuki
Rightmost middle: @molabuddy
Bottom left: @pespillo
Bottom middle: @artuurle
Bottom right: @modmad
I know I said it already, but all of yall are super cool and I had a lot of fun challenging myself to make this! Keep on being awesome 👍
#ggg#great god grove#click clack#my art#genuinely some of you guys completely changed how i interpret click clack. for real#both visually yes but also like#as a character.#special shoutout to malartsorte and modmad for being huge influences on my headcanons#a lot of stuff yall brought up was stuff i never even considered. its cool#beastwhimsy has always been a huge inspiration for my art style and is one of the reasons i gave ggg a try#in the first place#and ur click is so cuuute and awesome and was the first insp i remember seeing of bnuuy click. changed me#graant's fic holds a VERY special place in my heart its so good. and your take on click clack is so fucking unique and phenomenal#as much as your writing is#pespillo has such a fuckin cute click (and thesp) and has really neat takes ive delighted in reading#SOOTNUKI has been a huge insp for a lot of thangs and also just a delight to see art from. i get so happy every time i see one of ur guys#crossing my dash#marc. points at you. i fuckin love ur click hes so awesome#sophies art is so fucking pleasing and helps remind me that he is cartoony cus i tend to drift towards the realism side#and then i see ur stuff and go wait. cartoony stuff is so pleasing and fun. and i do it and have fun!!!!!!!#and artuurle. duude idk all of your stuff is fucking phenomenal. every time i see a post from you i get so excited#both your art and aus and headcanons and everything is all so so so delightful#im so glad to be able to see so many cool artists doing cool things#wow i rambled a lot in here. uh. if youre reading this still. sorry(?)#have a nice day
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fellamarsh · 4 months ago
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another thing i've been trying to do recently is read more self-published stuff. "but fell," you say, "you're a self-published author. surely you've been reading self-published stuff all along" and then i laugh for so long in response we both become uncomfortable.
see, the fear (which has for a long time been killing my mind) that i'll read other self-published stuff and find out that it's so much better than mine that i might as well stop writing forever kept me from doing that basically ever. i have a hard time not unfavorably comparing my work to others and had convinced myself i was being smart by withholding an avenue of de-motivation (reader: i was not being smart). it also doesn't help that i'm pretty low income and have a hard time spending money on books i haven't already read, and that self-published stuff isn't always available at the library---but really a lot of it was just me being a coward. which i'm working on. i could talk about how this particular cowardice is Very Silly, but i think enough has been said about it on writeblr and in the Writing Space in general that i don't feel the need to (though i will if anyone wants me to).
instead, i wanna talk about the self-published things i have read in the past few months and ask about the self-published things you love!
so: what happened was i got real sick, and while i was real sick i (naturally) read over 200,000 words of ace attorney fan fiction in the span of a few days. eventually i got bored of it (and also maybe annoyed at how people were characterizing some of my guys), but i still wanted to read something gay and romantic and nice, something i knew was gonna end happily, which isn't my typical fare.
now you may be saying (having gotten over all the uncomfortable laughter from earlier) "fell, you write gay romance. what do you mean that's not your typical fare?" listen. until a couple months ago i hadn't read a cut and dry romance novel since before i finished college. for context: i graduated in 2015. i know it doesn't make sense. i'm a guy who doesn't make sense.
but in this case it worked to my advantage. not the not making sense thing, but the not having read Published Romance in 1000 years thing. I didn't know where to start. I was very skeptical of everything the library had Available Now in the Gay Fantasy Romance category. what if it was all bad and also not good?
and then i scrolled past the familiar cover of our very own @ashen-crest's A Rival Most Vial.
now this was comfortable territory! this was a novel by a very nice writeblr person whose posts i enjoy! i already loosely knew the plot, i was familiar with the characters, i knew the names of things like rosemond street and the griffin's claw and that ambrose had blue hair and that at the end of it all there would definitely be Boyfriends. i didn't have to worry that this would be bad! i only had to worry that it would be really good!
but i wasn't worried about that, because i was officially Not Writing at the time, and because why the hell hadn't i read this book yet Ash literally emailed me some very kind words last year when my cat died??
Y'all, I devoured ARMV. If you haven't read it yet---especially if cozy fantasy is more your thing than it is mine---you should check it out Immediately. It was fun! It was heartwarming! It was sweet and earnest and confident! I was delighted to find it was occasionally hot! Ambrose and Eli snuggled up into my sick exhausted heart and found a permanent little place there. (Especially Ambrose. I have such a thing for Stiff Guys who Kind of Suck for Tragic Backstory Reasons and are So So Lonely They Don't Even Realize It. gawd)
(And a very small part of my brain spent the whole time wondering why I had been so afraid to really engage with the work my community is doing. The community that I'm in. The one I'm a part of. Why?! Maybe more on that later.)
But from there the curse was broken! I immediately devoured @stjohnstarling's What Manner of Man in a similar sort of frenzy (and hooooly shit guys am I excited for the expanded, finalized version to come out at the end of next month!) and started digging into @lurinatftbn's The Flower that Bloomed Nowhere (which I can already tell is going to be an All Time Favorite).
And now I want to ask you what your favorite self-published books are so that I can read them, too, but I think I will in another post that doesn't dedicate so much space to talking about my various and sundry Issues and isn't Terminally Long
#my god the library. darling. beloved. breath of my life and heart of my soul.#i should make a post about her#also. and maybe i'll make a separate post about this at some point too#but i truly think the free serialized webnovel rough draft ala What Manner of Man is The Future#i should probably make a whole separate post about all these novels too tbh.#boutta become Posting Guy. The Guy Who Posts#and writes novels in the tags. but i've always been like that#i never talked about the dream i had where i was emry karic from the lutesong series did i? i totally meant to. fucked up!#so i had a dream where i was emry karic.#I (emry karic) was fleeing a bunch of elves in a forest with my mom and sister (who were fully my irl mom and sister)#they thought i had done a murder and were chasing me (emry karic) with spears and stuff. they almost caught me#but i managed to escape. later i came upon a weird old-timey fantasy carnival.#and for some reason one of the fun attractions at this carnival was A Day in Court#where you watch someone defend themselves in court.#you'll never guess who had to defend himself in court and what the charges were!#notably there were no other characters from the lutesong series involved.#and i also have yet to read any of the books in the lutesong series. emry and his flower crown simply invaded my brain out of nowhere#i thought about turning this post into separate posts or rewriting it or smthn because it's so long and all over the place but#that sort of defeats the whole trying to just post and not be so up my own ass about it that i never actually post thing#so here you go#if you are also someone who struggles or once struggled with reading other people's stuff because of self esteem issues. hi!#we're now spidermen pointing at each other
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the-casbah-way · 3 months ago
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i HATE you kamala harris i HATE you donald trump i HATE you liberals i HATE you republicans i HATE you america. god bless
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sejanusarchive · 3 months ago
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Alright, took a break from Tumblr but I’m back and the amount of drafts I have accumulated is getting ridiculous. Would it be super annoying if I posted a bunch of them? It wouldn’t be well thought out stuff, and some of them are very unserious as well
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minweber · 1 year ago
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Belisarius Cawl, hiding for his life, his ass kicked, ship crashing, friends in mortal peril: I am such a smart boy, he-he-he =)
#I love him so much your honor#warhammer 40000#adeptus mechanicus#belisarius cawl#genefather#guy haley#cawlposting#(kinda going to finish my thoughts on the book here since I ran out of space on the last post)#but a huge HUGE part of what I loved about this book were all the fun relationships and dynamics that it had set up#I literally want to see all of those characters again#Cawl and AsanethAyu? Absolutely. Not necessarily in a shipp-y way (Unless?) But god do I love seeing necrons bicker apparently#Cawl and Bile? Do my eyes deceive me or did Haley actually pull off 'we are not so different you and I' thing in a genuinely interesting wa#Cawl and Primus? What can I fucking say?!#Guy Haley should be awarded a prize for bringing back emotion and weight into what is surely one of the top 5 most overused words in 40k#Cawl and Qvo? Never before have I so thoroughly understood shippers of something that I don't personally ship.#I (barely) write a different type of fanfiction but somewhere in here there is a potential for the most wonderfully fucked up family#Primus and Porter? They did not talk but parallels between them were set up SO hard. This one is definitely not shippy for me#just so fucking charged with storytelling potential#All the minor guys? X99 whom I now love dearly? Oswen who was set up to be the traitor so hard and then just sort of wasn't? (Unless?!)#Skitarii Marshal named Iota?! Maybe later on that one#and that is to say absolutely nothing about the MASSIVE (eh? get it?) set up for the next big Cawl thing?#god so many threads to follow up on#Guy Haley you owe me like at least three follow-up books
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imogenkol · 1 year ago
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Old Scars and New
word count: 3.3k warnings: blood, injury tending, disaster bisexual werewolf being cringe af tags: bandaging/stitching up wounds prompt
this is a slightly altered/updated version of my most popular piece of writing for this verse and thought I'd share it in my continued journey of rebuilding my relationship with my og works!
“Alright, who’s up first?” Nadya announced once everyone filed into the motel room.
Skye flashed a sly grin at the sight of Nadya putting her glasses on. “Ooh, are we gonna play doctor?”  
Jayde rolled her eyes and dumped her bag onto the floor, barely holding back a wince. The scent of her own blood invaded her lungs and she already felt bruises forming, but the aches and pains were far from uncommon occurrences. She dismissed any concern. “I’m fine.” 
Nadya ignored their comments and pointed at both of the siblings. “You two. Sit.”
“Are you going to tell me to roll over too?” Skye remarked. 
At the same time, Jayde reiterated grumpily “I said I’m fine.”
The human threw them a stern glare. Nadya may appear soft and approachable most of the time – even meek to those who underestimated her – but the wolves quickly discovered that she had a hidden talent for intimidation when she wanted to. Jayde and Skye simultaneously took their seats at the edge of one of the beds without further protest. 
Satisfied with their obedience, Nadya turned to Toby. “How are you feeling?” 
“Right as rain,” he replied.
She made a spin motion with her hand. “Twirl.” He held up his arms and turned in one slow circle, showing her that he was unscathed. “Nothing’s hurting?”
“Nope.”
She concluded her thorough scan with a pat on his shoulder. “Okay, you’re good.” 
Toby gave the sisters a childish smirk like he won a game and said “Ha.” Then sauntered over to a chair. 
Well, if the game went to whoever got hurt the least, then Jayde would never win. She almost scoffed at herself because the competitive side of her that came out around Toby hated the fact that she’d lose anything to him. She even made a mental note to be more careful the next time they encountered hunters just so that she could rub her success in his face. Maybe that was his real motive – to try a tactic that would work on a toddler simply to get the reckless blonde to take better care of herself. Jayde wouldn’t put it past him. 
Nadya addressed Skye next. “You got hit on the head pretty hard. How are you feeling?”
The young wolf widened her eyes. “I can see new colors now.”
Nadya laughed and fished out a small flashlight from her bag. “How about dizziness or nausea?”
Jayde watched on as Nadya carefully combed her fingers through Skye’s hair in search of any damage hidden in the light blonde waves. Skye kicked her feet like a little kid getting a check-up, but Jayde noted how her crooked smile evened out to something more… genuine. 
Skye was rarely ever anything but mischievous, as if life were just one big joke to her. Of course, there were precious few moments when her serious self would shine through, where there were no jokes to be made and she acted fairly mellow, much to her older sister’s relief. Jayde was shocked to see that happen more often when she interacted with Nadya. 
“I feel fine,” Skye answered, then flinched when Nadya touched the sore spot on her head. “Ow! But that hurts.” 
“Sorry.” Nadya winced apologetically. “I don’t see any blood, at least.” 
The tip of her finger tapped under Skye’s chin to get her to look up. It was then that Jayde noticed she had been chewing on the inside of her cheek. Skye went still as Nadya shined the light in her eyes. It felt like an eternity to Jayde. To see Nadya be so close to her sister, touching her in ways that Jayde longed for. The older wolf realized – with a hot flush to her cheeks – that she was jealous of Skye. That made her bite her cheek even harder as she forced herself to look down. 
Nadya stepped away, allowing Jayde to finally breathe normally again. “You don’t have a concussion, but I suggest you ice that for tonight.” 
“Sounds good, doc,” she replied with a wink. 
Just when Jayde thought she might get over the momentary lapse in her emotions, Nadya blushed. It was subtle enough that she might have been able to convince herself that she imagined it, but her thoughts took what she saw regardless of rationality and ran. 
The possibility had never occurred to her until that moment, but Jayde started to wonder if maybe Skye had feelings for the human, too. Jayde certainly couldn’t blame her if she did. It was Nadya, after all. This girl practically had Jayde wrapped around her finger the first day they met. The thing that ate at Jayde more than that were Nadya’s reactions to Skye. She wouldn’t have that hard of a time believing she also felt something for her. Her sister – in all of her annoying glory – was just as much of a catch. 
The concept felt nearly unbearable to consider, but Jayde knew that she would never stand in the way of her sister’s happiness or Nadya’s. Especially if it meant Nadya would get to be with someone far more worthy of her affections. Deep down, Jayde has been looking for a good, rock solid excuse to let her go. This possible outcome might be the easiest to accept. That didn’t mean it wasn’t exceptionally painful. 
Wallowing in a pit of her own creation caused Jayde to tune the rest of the world out until Nadya’s voice brought her back down to earth. 
“Crap, I grabbed the wrong kit,” she grumbled as she sifted through her bag.
Skye gasped dramatically. “Language.” 
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Nadya said with an amused scoff and backed up towards the door. “I’m gonna go back to the car. I’ll pick up some ice for your head on the way back, too.” 
“Toby,” Jayde commanded with a purposeful glance. Despite being clear of immediate danger, she didn’t want anyone going anywhere by themselves. Not even to the parking lot. 
He nodded in understanding and got up. “Yeah, I’ll go with her.”  
Before they left, Nadya locked eyes with Jayde. For that single second, all of her worries were utterly nonexistent. “We’ll be back in a few minutes. Try not to get into any more trouble.” 
“No promises,” Skye replied. Jayde looked to see that the devious smirk had returned to her face. 
The siblings remained seated on the musty motel bed once Toby and Nadya disappeared. The comforter felt scratchy, but Jayde still balled her fists into the fabric and stared at the worn carpet underneath her blood splattered boots. Something metallic tickled the edge of her tongue and she sighed at the sting that shortly followed, releasing her flesh from her own vengeful teeth. 
“So, what crawled up your ass?” Skye asked to break the awkward silence. 
Jayde gave her a brief side-glance. “Nothing.” 
“Right.” Her words already dripped with sarcasm. “You’re just acting like you have to take Old Yeller out back for no reason.” 
Jayde felt a brief spark boil in her chest, but it died out as quickly as it came. She didn’t have the will to be angry or defensive. She only sighed again and forced her question out. “Do you like her?”
There was no hesitation in Skye’s answer. “Yeah, of course I like her.”
“No, I mean… Do you like her?"
Confusion twisted the younger wolf’s features as she blinked at Jayde for several moments. Jayde wordlessly begged not to make her spell it out. The question alone was already mortifying enough. As soon as her meaning fully sank in, Skye’s expression promptly turned incredulous. 
“Forget it,” Jayde said curtly.
But Skye already jumped on it. “No, you know what? I do like her. I really, really like her. Yeah, I want her to have my babies.” 
Jayde had to fight the urge to growl. “It was a genuine question, Skye.” 
“And you’re a genuine idiot,” she fired back with no remorse. “I don’t want your girlfriend, Jayde.” 
“She’s not my girlfriend.” 
“She could be.”
“She shouldn’t.” 
Skye raised an eyebrow. “That’s not very progressive of you. You’re sounding like Miranda with that old world bullshit. Who cares if Nadya is a human? Just be careful not to break or bite her. That simple.” 
Jayde shook her head. “It’s not that…” 
The slow nod she saw out of the corner of her eye turned into a shrug as Skye leaned into her. “What if you’re wrong about yourself?” she whispered like a kid telling a secret. 
They fell back into another prolonged silence as Jayde rocked back and forth anxiously. She wasn’t wrong about herself, but Jayde somehow still had the smallest bit of hope that she could become someone Nadya deserves. That if she tried to be better, she wouldn’t fight this so hard or put herself through all of this pain. She had it in her. Somewhere. Buried underneath dirt and dust. The best version would peek through the cracks of everything broken about her whenever that girl was near. Jayde just had to figure out a way to widen the fractures and reach through. 
But she worried she would break herself even more by doing that. 
After a minute, her lungs deflated once more in utter hopelessness. “I am an idiot.” 
Familiar footsteps approached the room and Skye nudged her older sister with her elbow. “Chin up, sport.” 
Jayde managed to give her a grateful look just as the others returned. Nadya held a small bag of ice in one hand and a different first aid kit in the other. She went to Skye first and handed her the ice for her head. 
Guilt immediately flooded Jayde’s system for feeling so jealous. Nadya put in so much effort to take care of them all and Jayde had been worried that she wanted her sister over her. She needed to get over herself. 
“Okay, you’re good to go. Just take it easy,” Nadya ordered. 
Skye enthusiastically jumped to her feet while balancing the ice pack on top of her head. “Great, I’m gonna go get tacos across the street.” 
“Don’t go alone,” Jayde called as she skipped towards the door.
She waved dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, buddy system.” 
“You guys want anything?” Toby asked before he trailed after her.
“Just get me whatever you get,” Jayde said.
“Okay. Nadya?”
Nadya sounded slightly distracted as she prepared the kit. “Uh, what kinds are there?” 
“Asada, pollo, carnitas.” When she took too long to ponder the options, he translated in a patronizing tone “Beef, chicken, pork.” 
She looked up and fixed him with an exasperated stare. “I know what they mean, I was just thinking.” 
Toby chuckled. “Any day now.” 
“Get me chicken.” 
He gave a casual thumbs up. “You got it.” 
The motel room grew quiet again once it became only the two young women. The wolf took time to let the human’s presence calm the restless being within. She focused on how her air of crisp autumn spices encompassed her senses, even over the scents of the others. What fascinated Jayde was how her existence always broke through the most powerful things. Werewolves had an incredibly distinct and potent scent, so being around her pack should have masked the humanness of Nadya’s scent. But it didn’t. In fact, Jayde often sensed her before she sensed anything or anyone else. It was always her first. 
“Your turn?” Nadya suggested softly, immediately drawing Jayde’s full attention. 
Up to that point, she had completely forgotten about her injuries. “Oh, right.” 
Nadya came directly to her, standing just inches away. Jayde stared up at her and waited, totally transfixed. “Let’s get a look at that arm.” 
Jayde realized she needed to remove her jacket. She snapped herself out of her trance and carefully slipped out of it, grimacing as the fabric tugged at the graze on her bicep. Blood had mostly soaked into the jacket itself, but streaks of crimson still smeared across her skin and reached as low as her wrist.
Nadya bent down and adjusted her glasses to get a better look, but that furrow in her brow looked like it took too much effort. “Do you think we could move to the bathroom? The lighting sucks out here and I gotta get you cleaned up.” 
“Yeah.” 
Nadya followed closely behind as they entered the bathroom, but lingered over Jayde’s shoulder after turning the light on. “Hey, did you take a hit to the back?” 
Jayde craned her neck to see why she looked so concerned, but couldn’t see much of anything. The strain of twisting only made her injured shoulder spike with pain. “Um, I’m not sure. Maybe? I remember getting punched or something.” 
“There’s blood, Jay,” Nadya informed her, still inspecting the wound. “Take this off.” 
Jayde felt her entire body flare with intense heat as Nadya tugged at her shirt. She hesitated for a few beats to let the embarrassment pass. It wasn’t like Nadya hadn't seen her without a shirt on before. Hell, she’s seen her naked. She’s seen her turn into a goddamn werewolf, for fuck’s sake. Jayde wanted to curse at herself for being so stupid. 
She struggled to get out of the shirt on her own. It was enough that her shoulder felt as sore as it did, but now that she had been made aware of it, the wound on Jayde’s back stung like a bitch. As much as she wanted to hide her pain, she wasn’t able to stop herself from flinching when she tried to work one of her arms out of the ruined clothing. 
“Here, let me –” Nadya reached to help, but then her pulse spiked in the wolf’s ears like a drum had been struck and she stopped short. “Can I..?”
“Sure, yeah,” Jayde stammered and braced herself as the human stepped into her space. 
Nadya’s hands carefully gripped the bottom of the bloodied shirt and slowly pushed it up her torso. Jayde could tell that she tried not to, but there were still a couple of times where her fingers brushed up against bare skin. Jayde clenched her jaw tightly. Just those small, brief touches caused intense tingling to spread outwards from the places of contact. She shut her eyes and held her breath as her wolf fought to rise to the surface. A shiver raced along Jayde’s spine as she quickly dampened it. After a tense half-second, she felt the restless animal reluctantly retreat. 
Despite nearly losing control, Jayde didn’t feel afraid. Maybe because she knew Nadya wasn’t in any danger. The wolf only wanted a glimpse of her, but the last thing Jayde wanted was to cause any potential fear. She certainly didn’t want to think up some shitty excuse to explain why her eyes started to glow. 
The two of them successfully got the shirt over Jayde’s head with minimal pain and discarded it on the floor. Meeting Nadya’s gaze after that felt far braver than facing any hunter. She had this look in her warm brown eyes that Jayde couldn’t quite decipher. However, the physical effect in Nadya’s body was more obvious. Being so close, Jayde sensed it all. 
An erratic heartbeat. A clipped breath caught in her throat. A blooming scent that tempted Jayde nearer. 
Those were not things she noticed in Nadya with anyone else, Jayde realized. 
“I’m going to, uh…” Nadya motioned awkwardly, finally just shuffling behind her again. 
Jayde cleared her throat to banish her own nerves and brushed her tangled hair over her shoulder. “How’s it looking back there?” 
“This is pretty deep,” she murmured and began to clean it. “You really didn’t feel this?”
Jayde tensed at the incredibly cold sensation of a disinfectant wipe against her hot skin, but she still gave a half shrug. “I remember being hit, but that’s all.” 
“Well, you got lucky. It could have punctured your lung.”
Jayde set her hands on the edge of the sink and watched Nadya’s reflection carefully through the mirror. “Yeah, I feel lucky.” 
“That better not be sarcasm. Not when I’m looking at all these scars.” Nadya scolded as she got the stitches ready. “It looks like you should be dead ten times over.” 
“It’s because I should be.” 
They briefly shared a look. Nadya’s expression remained unreadable. Not that Jayde had the time to properly study it before she went back to work. 
She didn’t say anything while she made a few sutures — being too focused on her task of mending a werewolf — but then Jayde saw her brown eyes peek over her shoulder again. “I’m really glad you aren’t, by the way.” 
Jayde exhaled an almost whispered response. “Me too.”  
A bandage was carefully placed over the newly stitched wound, but Nadya lingered behind her. Jayde wondered if maybe she had spotted another wound that hadn’t quite traveled through her nerves and up to her brain yet, but then felt an incredibly delicate sensation tickle her lower back. It took a moment for her to realize that it was the tip of Nadya’s finger trailing over what had to be one of her scars. Jayde froze in place, not having a single clue how to react. 
“How many are there?” Nadya’s voice sounded distant. 
Jayde gripped the edges of the sink so that she wouldn’t fall over as the girl traced another sensitive mark. She was afraid that the slightest movement would cause her to stop. “I’ve never counted.” 
A soft hum echoed in the bathroom. “I guess you’ve got a couple more now. Which reminds me…” Nadya pulled her hand away, but before disappointment twisted an invisible knife in the werewolf’s chest, her palm rested on her hip and turned her around. 
The human’s sudden willingness to touch her in ways that could be considered intimate left Jayde’s mind in a utter stupor, stirring her inner self once more. She didn’t know what to make of it. Or what to do. She knew what she wanted to do, though that remained a line Jayde felt she shouldn’t cross. 
Nadya went to work on the laceration that cut through her upper arm and Jayde found herself thoroughly fascinated with the process. The human’s eyes were so focused, making sure each and every stitch was up to her standard. The way her brows knitted in concentration — the thin frame of her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose — replaced Jayde’s heart with a pair of fluttering wings. She could stare at her for hours. 
Nadya finally glanced up while she wrapped her arm. This time, her blush was entirely noticeable. “What?” 
The question made Jayde realize she had been smiling. She quickly looked away, though she couldn’t fully wipe the expression from her face. “Nothing.” 
“Okay,” Nadya said slowly, confused amusement written on her face. “Well, I’m all done.” 
Jayde nodded as she cleaned the mess up. As soon as the kit was packed, Nadya gave the wolf an unsure look and turned to leave the bathroom. On impulse, Jayde caught her wrist to stop her. A small gasp escaped Nadya’s lips at the unexpected touch, but she still waited expectantly. 
“Thank you.” Jayde caressed the smooth curve of her wrist with her thumb. For the first time, she didn’t try to hide it. She wanted Nadya to feel her gratitude. “For taking care of us.” 
Nadya’s features softened into an absolutely stunning smile. “I like taking care of you.” 
It took everything Jayde had not to pull her in. She yearned to feel Nadya against her. Longed to brush their lips together. To hold her close and swallow every breath. Feel all the ways she could get her heart to race. Instead, Jayde’s fingers went slack and Nadya slipped out of her grasp, leaving her alone in the bathroom with the ghost of her contact still prickling across the surface of her skin.
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buff-muffin · 1 year ago
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So guess who’s making an outfit for the fnaf movie and living their twelve year old self’s dream :)
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blujayonthewing · 3 months ago
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me, immediately after fully discussing, hashing out, and agreeing on plans for thanksgiving and christmas on the very rare occasion of having everyone together in person at the same time to actually be able to do that: okay, I mean, we're all here and we talked about this a lot, it's probably not actually going to be necessary to Get It In Writing but that was my plan, and anyway a friendly sticky note in the group chat doesn't hurt
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my mom today:
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byanyan · 3 months ago
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so anyway, thanks for reading my little dissertations on byan's gender. sorry for not writing again today, i'm just. i'm fuckin goin through it rn man
#'it' being... *gestures vaguely*#i stumbled across this series of yt shorts yesterday (all by the same creator) that really fuckin resonated with me#and i mean that in the most serious way like. it spoke to me. never have i related to someone talking about their experiences more.#talking about their life growing up undiagnosed autistic & adhd... being in treatment for anxiety & depression for decades...#i can't really explain it but good god it's most exactly my same experience and i just. i have never felt that before.#it was so... idk. it sounds so dramatic bc it's literally a comedy short but holy shit#they verbalized things that I haven't been able to and#fuck. I felt seen and I felt like I wasn't alone in this miserable weird non-functioning barely even a human place I'm in rn#and just. idk. I'm still kinda processing some of it.#once again I am thinking back over my life and realizing things and it's. heavy. and tiring.#but like. in an ultimately positive way bc it's gonna help me change things & get to a better place.#I'm rambling IGNORE ME writing it out helps me process ig and for whatever reason posting on my dumb writing blog is easier than journaling#just. once again thank u all sfm for ur patience with me. it means SO much to me. genuinely.#you have no idea how much and I can't put it into words but. slow as I am... writing here with all of you is one of the few reasons#that I'm still kicking. and I'm just. so very grateful to every last one of you.#ok I'm gonna shut up before I get even more sappy and emotional lmfajdkgksg#love you guys. hope you're taking care of yourselves. 💜💜💜#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don’t @ me.#personal cw
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nerdyqueerr · 8 months ago
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THE DAYBREAK AO3 TAG IS ALMOST EXCLUSIVELY ELI/JOSH LEAVE THOSE BOYS THE FUCK ALONE
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uitzinnigmp3 · 9 months ago
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