#jayde’s works ☆

[ham1lton]

MISS BAD MEDIA KARMA

pairings: (alleged) charles leclerc x reader. lando norris x reader. george russell x reader. (platonic) sebastian vettel x reader.

warnings: misogynistic media and comments.

summary: after a night out with your fellow drivers, the media is alight with rumours and speculation about your romantic life. most people would call a pr meeting, you go through the funniest rumours on instagram live and rate them out of ten.

author’s note: i’m still taking questions/asks/requests so please send some in! also as usual, there is a poll at the end so please vote!

— part of my maneater series ꕤ

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Y/N: hi guys! hi! how is everyone? how are you doing?

user1: Y/N NOTICE ME!

user2: y/n girl u look hungover as hell 😭

Y/N: am i hungover? perhaps. that’s probably why i’m doing this. jo is going to kill me but whatever.

user3: what are you planning on doing? 😭

Y/N: after yesterday’s… events. there have been a lot of rumours about me and my fellow drivers that have been spread around social media. so let’s talk through them and rate them out of ten.

user7: ain’t this a pr disaster?

user8: you probably shouldn’t do this.

landonorris: LMFAOOOOOO DO IT

Y/N: lando? how are you not hungover from last night? i’ll start with you. apparently according to this thread by twitter user y/nando, the two of us are secretly engaged to be married. okay first of all, why? second of all, no. i’m sorry. that isn’t happening any time soon. also, my schedule is too packed to be thinking about marriage plans. this one is 2/10 because c’mon.

landonorris: i’m searching that thread right now.

landonorris: wait lol why is this kinda accurate… are you sure we’re not engaged?

user7: LMFAOOOOOO

Y/N: we’re supposed to be EXTINGUISHING the rumours, not adding to them??? we are not engaged. we’re just friends. barely that if anything.

user8: BOOOOOOOOO

y/nando: it’s okay :) you’ll see that you’re perfect for each other one day.

Y/N: will we? anyways. next rumour. according to some monaco newspaper, charles and i have a secret child. this is apparently backed up by some anonymous sources.

landonorris: BOOOOO we get some shitty engagement rumour and you and charles get a child. i want a redo!

charles_leclerc: don’t deny our child y/n 😔

user6: y’all are MESSY 😭

user9: CHARLESY/N SUPREMACY 😍

georgerussell63: end the live y/n 😁👍🏻

Y/N: what is this photo? this is supposed to be proof of my pregnancy? i was just bloated from an evening of indulging at this amazing italian restaurant. it was gorgeous. whoever used this photo is dead wrong for that. this one is 5/10 cause i feel self conscious.

user12: no deadass 😭 if i was famous i would have had a million pregnancy rumours by now.

user68: no charlesy/n baby? BOOO!

Y/N: another one. george and i were spotted buying baby clothes in london. apparently george is me and charles’ baby’s godfather. there is no baby! charles and i don’t have a kid. so george is not the godfather!

georgerussell63: wait… why not? i would be a great godfather actually. i am offended.

user9: george going from telling y/n to switch off the live to being offended he isn’t the godfather of her alleged baby is crazy 😭

Y/N: also why was i shopping with george and not my alleged baby daddy? charles you’re a deadbeat to our non-existent child and that’s why this newspaper is saying that george is raising my kid?

charles_leclerc: apologies to leclerc jr but no way i’m letting george raise him.

georgerussell63: i’m not ready to be a stepdad but c’mon i’d be a great one.

user4: george isn’t the stepdad, he’s the dad that stepped up!

logansargeant: i’m upset that i haven’t been included in these rumors.

Y/N: if i was gonna ask anyone to be my baby’s stepdad it would be oscar. this rumour is 3/10 because it’s so unbelievable.

oscarpiastri: NOOOOOOOO 😰

user9: HELP???

user67: i’m watching this while doing my makeup. y/n is my favourite influencer!

user78: i was watching your vlog when i saw the notification!

Y/N: did you enjoy this vlog? for people who haven’t seen it yet, it’s detailing my offseason with my friends and family! we travelled a little and i did some work with my sponsorships! so check it out. we have some very interesting camera people.

user65: can’t believe you had the usher do your camera work for your superbowl vlog.

user8: you met beyoncé, you never gonna fail!

user67: be honest, did you faint at the sight of all the big celebs?

lewishamilton: y/n, this is all very interesting but maybe you shouldn’t be doing this? - sebastian.

Y/N: seb?? what are you doing here? and why are you on lewis’ account? don’t you have your own?

lewishamilton: i lost my login information 😅 and i got a message from charles telling me to shut this down - sebastian.

Y/N: what a snitch…

user23: he mad y/n didn’t accept their child 😭

Y/N: speaking of sebastian, here is my favourite rumour. that sebastian is my father and i’m his secret lovechild.

youryoungersis: wait…. is that why we look so different? you have a different dad???

lewishamilton: i’m not that much older than you? how can i be your dad? i’m only 13 years older than you! do i look that old? - sebastian, NOT your father.

user7: HELPSOSJSSJ

user5: NOT HIM CLARIFYING 😭😭

Y/N: that one is funny but no. we don’t even look alike! i hear a lot that we have the same mannerisms but that’s probably because i practically grew up around the guy. i’m rating this one…. 7/10.

lewishamilton: grew up around not with! - sebastian, NOT her father.

user2: BRO WE GET IT 😭😭😭😭

Y/N: so basically, time for the last one. this one is definitely the most out of pocket one.

alex_albon: BOOOOO I MISSED MOST OF IT

danielricciardo: 🤣🤣🤣

user98: HELSPSOSJ i’m laughing so hard.

Y/N: oh hi jo! how did you get in? WAIT!-

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#jayde’s works ☆ #maneater ꕤ #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #formula one x reader #f1 texts #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #sebastian vettel x reader #charles leclerc x reader #lando norris x reader #formula one smau #formula one #george russell x reader

[shrugemojiidk]

Sladejay as metaphorical tigers omegaverse kidfic au- tigers are solitary predators. Jason and Slade in this story are also solitary predators, isolated by the fact that they’ve both (somewhat on purpose) pushed away everyone else in their lives. The tiger mating process starts when the female goes into heat and starts advertising that she’s open for business. They court by circling around each other. Copulation occurs over a few days, then they go about their separate ways. Jason and Slade meet up, “circle around each other”, and end up sharing Jason’s heat. When it’s over they go about their separate ways. Alone once again. Jason gets pregnant, doesn’t tell Slade, but keeps to kid. Manages to have the kid in secret without telling anyone like the solitary predator he is. Eventually Slade, and perhaps estranged family, learn about the kid via: a. Kidnapping situation where he has to ask for help or b. Random invitation to the kid’s 1st birthday party. Dealers choice. Hijinks ensue

#I am not writer. Consider this a prompt. If you want to. God knows why you would #sladejay #please note that I feverishly typed this out at almost 4 am #jayde #omegaverse #the idea behind this is just what happens if two people who are mostly solitary meet up and baby. Do they remain solitary post baby? #who knows #this works best if it’s set in a typical omegaverse where social behavior is wolf like so they’re just being completely pathological and od

[astrophysician]

what's his deal

#sth #sonic oc #metal sonic #sonic au #artists on tumblr #astrophysician #my art #sketchbook #oc: metal trace #oc: jayd #oc: metal jayd #got somethin in the works.........

[imogenkol]

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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#oc insp: jayde thatcher #oc insp: nadya bishop #oc insp: toby cortez #oc insp: skye thatcher #ship insp: woven and thatched #insp: the lodge #oh look the gang's all here #this is the whole pack btw #well... the whole pack up to a certain Event and then a couple more join the picture #i love how i sift through my older writing being like 'ugh god this is unreadable garbage' and it's never as bad as i expect it to be #but the perfectionist in me feels a lot better when i fix certain parts that bugged me #i mean nothing will ever be perfect in my eyes but i sure do like feeling proud of my work #and i feel like i've really improved since then #anyway jayde is cringefail at the beginning and slightly less as the story goes on because self awareness only gets you so far #I actually got a commission of this scene that is like INCREDIBLE #the artist wanted to animate it and I was like FUCK YEAH #anyway maybe I'll whip it back out again now that I've posted this if ya'll wanna see

[darkclouds-rainsounds]

The above is a screenshot of one of tropes from Shadoo's section in the SPM TV Tropes page that caught my interest.

“Never mentioned to be killed...” Hm. If I go by my headcanon of how Dimentio fits into the story of the Pixl Uprising (i.e he's both the Magician's son and the surviving apprentice who defeated the Pixl Queen), then that would give another parallel of how Dimentio was once a hero who had a Pixl that could see the truth who stopped an antagonist who had the Dark Prognosticus who several thousand years later switched sides. And by another parallel, I mean it works perfectly alongside this.

The reason Shadoo exists (if they are the Pixl Queen) is because he couldn't go through with killing his sister; he cared for her too much and now here she is stuck at the bottom of the Flopside Pit of 100 Trials and wanting to exact revenge on the Ancients for sealing her away. Based on how Shadoo has a robotic text box and says that they were created by the Ancients, it can be presumed she forgot she was ever human. She forgot who she was.

Fast forward to the events of SPM and Dimentio's intended kill-shot for Count Bleck gets intercepted by Nastasia and knocks her unconscious in addition to injuring her. Either he had the power of that shot just enough to kill Bleck and no further and that's why Nastasia survived, because why waste precious energy? All he has to do is finish Count Bleck off who is already at death’s door thanks to the heroes.

Or Nastasia was just very fortunate to survive a full-powered blast. My money's on something like the former because Dimentio has well more than enough power to absolutely guarantee no one would survive an attack like that. (the average person who isn't a hero or built for combat— which Nastasia very much isn't— anyway.)

Then there's him saving O'Chunks and Mimi from what would have been certain death by teleporting them to Dimension D. We know they didn't end up in the same place as Peach and Bowser because neither they nor O'Chunks and Mimi make any mention of such. Pair that with the fact that the Void can't be seen from Dimension D and thus heavily implying that anyone inside it would survive the Void that would destroy everything else, and you're left with the only explanation of Dimentio having saved them. I do believe that Dimentio screwed up by not only "catching feelings" and he genuinely did care for the other minions deep down as much as he tries to deny that; and I have mentioned in a prior post about him putting all of the people who could have possibly done something about the Super Dimentio fusion in the same place.

If he hadn't cared as much as he did for them and just left them to their fates, he would have won. I feel that the reason why the floor came out under Bowser and O'Chunks is because of Dimentio— because why make a trap like that that is intended to kill any who don't make it out in time and then have it to where after a certain amount of time, it would give any of the heroes still inside who may somehow still be alive an escape and make a comeback? It makes no sense. And it's because of that, that Peach was able to survive by landing on top of Bowser.

Had he only teleported Bowser out and left O'Chunks, and teleported Peach while leaving Mimi, the minions wouldn't have been able to band together with Count Bleck and Tippi to recharge the Pure Hearts and destroy his invincibility. It was his inability to go through with killing them or just letting them die because he actually cared about them— cared too much— that caused his own undoing.

History literally repeats itself if one subscribes to believing Dimentio is both the Magician's son and the last surviving apprentice.

First Shadoo who may or may not be the Pixl Queen, was spared by her brother who couldn't bear to go through with killing her therefore causing future consequences for if she ever gets free. Then the minions— including Nastasia and Count Bleck who for the latter, Dimentio in his ever present wisdom decided to spare killing for later— with their love for each other that was allowed to continue existing all because he spared them for the time being, recharged the Pure Hearts and caused immediate consequences for himself and was the catalyst for his defeat.

In the first instance, he was on the “heroic” side. For the last he was on the “villainous” side.

#super paper mario #spm #spm theory #dimentio #shadoo #pixl queen #this is ofc just a theory since dimentio is an enigma but i see parallels and go 👀 #and also ofc things like nastasia surviving dimentio's kill-shot is just my interpretation of how she did so #and then there's the (fairly popular?) fanon that dimentio teleported mimi and o'chunks to dimension d rather than them flip in on their ow #but we know that they couldn't have done so on their own— at least not o'chunks who is consistently shown to be incapable of flipping #and flipping seems to /only/ work on the person themself and can't be used on selected targets (if that makes sense). dimentio is special #bc he's the only character who is shown to always /teleport/‚ not flip. and we are explicitly shown a scene of him clearly using his #teleportation on peach (he uses his teleportation on mr. l and the other heroes when he explodes them but it's disguised by said #explosions due to how distinct it is and considering how for many years a vast majority of the spm fandom believes he /actually/ killed the #when jaydes herself literally says otherwise‚ those examples of him teleporting people other than himself doesn't count) anyway. point is: #even if mimi could flip in on her own‚ o'chunks wouldn't have been able to get in. probably. bc tippi /does/ show the ability to flip #both herself and the heroes to flipside on several occasions‚ but this ability isn't displayed by /anyone else/ throughout the game so #it's not farfetched to believe that /only/ tippi can flip other people in addition to herself #so i still firmly believe dimentio was responsible for mimi and o'chunks getting into dimension d at the end (plus it's /his/ dimension‚ i #think he has full control over whether someone can or can't enter it) #i did not mean to put an entire essay in the tags oh no

[mwahkazu]

HI MAEEEE!! HOW ARE UU?? I HOPE UR WELL!!

ok so, i need you to choose a character (preferably genshin but anyone works) for me,, if you can.

THANKSSDDS!! LOVE UU/p (obviously)💘

HI JAYDE! i’m doing quite well actually☺️i just wrapped up two major exams i had today so safe to say i feel super relieved to have that done and over with

AAHH DECISION MAKING UH OKAY- i’m gonna be different for once and say someone else other than kazuha and go with tighnari !! THERE YOU GO HOPE THAT HELPS! also i hope you’re doing well too jayde remember to take care LOVE U TOO /p <33

#✿ ノ in the tranquil tea room w/ jayde! #IF ITS FOR A WORK PLS TAG ME IN IT GIRL🙏🏽 we need more nari fics around here i swear

[camprell-art]

Jaydes that I never got to color

#my art #super paper mario #spm jaydes #unfinished work

[werewolfdays]

This is purely scientific of course, but um, are you gonna drop a spicy chapter any time in the near future?

Asking for a gay

I have a gift for you, anon ❤️‍🔥

I found an old-ish extra spicy drabble that I kinda forgot about, but always meant to clean up, and you gave me the perfect excuse to do it. Hope you enjoy!

(18+ under the cut)

The most embarrassing unforeseen problem with being a newer werewolf had to be my whacked-out hormones. I discovered that simply thinking about anything remotely sensual could throw my whole day off if I was unable to rectify my urges. Some days were better than others, but today proved to be especially difficult as certain impure thoughts popped into my mind. I tried unsuccessfully to ignore it until I realized I had to do something to satisfy the persistent ache in order to be productive. 

At first I just wanted to get it out of the way as quickly as possible so I could move on with studying. I could take care of my own needs efficiently enough and had a lot of work to catch up on. But I knew it wouldn’t be as gratifying if my only motivation was to spite these annoying urges. 

I tapped my pen against my empty note page and glanced at my watch. Jayde usually worked out in the afternoon. I immediately felt thrilled at the thought of her in the training room. Down the hall, a couple of turns, and I’d be there. I didn’t want to bother her considering we just slept together the night before, but it couldn’t hurt to ask for a little help. She might even like the idea as much as I did.  

Suddenly, all that mattered was the hunger coursing through my veins. I soon found myself more than halfway to the training room before I had the chance to weigh the more convenient options. 

“Thank God,” I whispered under my breath as I entered the training room and spotted Jayde all by herself. 

There’s no way she could have known, but the sight of her doing bench presses in nothing but a sports bra and shorts made me feel specifically targeted. The temperature in my body skyrocketed at the same time an insistent tingling spread across the surface of my skin. I hovered by the door for a few moments longer just to watch her and absentmindedly reached behind me to flick the lock. 

The noise caught Jayde’s attention. She paused her work out to look up at my arrival. I didn’t notice I had been gnawing on my bottom lip until her gaze went directly to my mouth. She always told me I drove her crazy when I bit my lip.

I knew I wouldn’t regret this.

“What are you doing here?” Jayde asked. She returned the bar to its cradle and sat up on the bench. That action made her abs more defined and I swallowed hard. “I thought you were going to be busy with school work all day.” 

“I needed a break,” I muttered. 

My legs took me towards her with purpose. Jayde’s entire demeanor shifted once I got within ten feet. The casual slouch of her shoulders straightened, her body tensed, and her lips parted at my approach. She sensed exactly why I came to her and I loved it. I loved the way her eyes did a couple of shameless sweeps over my body. I loved that it took little more than a heartbeat to sense a pulse of awakened desire from her. The air in the room grew thick with tension at the change and understanding between us. 

“Can I use you?” I requested in a smooth, silky tone as I stood before her. 

Jayde’s warm hands came to rest on my hips. Just that touch alone made my knees weak. “You can use me however you want, my love.” 

“Good,” I replied with a low growl and bent down to press my lips to hers.

That’s all it took for the being within me to stir. My heart sang with profound relief at the taste of her and the kiss quickly turned desperate. Jayde easily matched my cadence, even as I settled into her lap and tangled my fingers in her hair. Any composure was forgotten in the sudden frantic way we craved each other. 

The rich scent of arousal filled my chest with enough excitement to elicit another growl from my throat. My hands became fists in her hair and I grinded down on her lap for any sort of friction I could get. Jayde’s moan drowned out my shaky gasp of pleasure, but her fingers dug into my sides to pull me closer. 

Wasting no time, she pulled my shirt over my head. It felt like two flames joined into a bright blaze as soon as our skin made glorious contact. I dragged my fingertips down her neck to trace whatever scars were in their path, which slowed things down for a few beats. Jayde always melted when I soothed the damage done to her. I could tell she loved to be present for these sensations. So I directed my lips down to follow the invisible paths my hands had made. 

Her body shuddered as I brushed sensitive places with delicate kisses. I tried not to smile too big at the sharp intake of breath that reached my ears. Too easy, I thought smugly. 

“I can feel that smirk,” Jayde remarked. 

“Do something about it,” I challenged. 

In one fluid motion, Jayde picked me up and pinned me down on the exercise mat. An audible thud from our bodies colliding onto the floor made me laugh. Everytime the two of us were in this room, we ended up on the mat. In one way or another. My laugh turned into an aroused gasp at the feeling of her teeth biting down hard on my neck. I clutched at her taught biceps and squirmed underneath her. She only pressed herself harder against me, encouraging the way my legs hugged her hips. 

I struggled to form coherent thoughts when her hand reached down between us to undo my jeans. “You were never this rough with me when I was a human.”

She released my skin from her teeth to gently kiss the raw bite mark. The soft, delicate caresses made me hum. “It wouldn’t have felt right back then. I was a lot stronger than you.”

With a devious grin, I grabbed her shoulders and flipped us around. The air pushed out of her lungs as I forced her down on the mat beneath me. I quirked a brow at her wide eyes. “Now we leveled the playing field.” 

“Thank God for that,” Jayde giggled. 

I remembered how annoyed I was earlier with my body’s persistence and it made me want to try something. I laced our fingers together and brought her hands up above her head. Jayde fought my grip, but I used my full weight to hold her down with a soft growl that rumbled at the back of my throat. Her body went still and I felt her rigid muscles harden underneath me. That’s what I wanted.

“Stay,” I quietly commanded. She nodded again and I gave her a wink. “Good girl.”

The praise caused her eyes to shimmer into gold. Pleased by her reaction, I placed a lazy, wet kiss to her lips, and indulged the both of us for a few tantalizing strokes. I wanted her to feel rewarded in every sense. The way she kissed me back like a silent plea stoked the heat between my legs. 

A part of me would have been happy to stay right where we were, but I forced myself to break away from her and stand up. Jayde stayed just as I left her while she watched me strip. I held eye contact with the intense glow of her irises to make sure she remained that way. Her hands balled into fists above her head as the rest of her body tensed at the sight of my bare form. I couldn’t stop my gaze from appreciating the well defined musculature on display even if I wanted to. The hunger in me reached its peak. 

“I’ve kind of been thinking about this for a long time,” I said. My voice sounded huskier than it’s ever been. Like a wolf soothing their prey. “I didn’t think it would do much for me until now.” 

“What’s that?” she asked in bated breath.

I settled myself back on top of Jayde and straddled her midsection. I hoped the solid, shaped muscles would serve the purpose I needed them for. Sure enough, the warm contact of her body on my core sent an intense spark of pleasure all the way up my spine. I felt my brown eyes ignite into silver just as brightly as Jayde’s gold. Her mouth hung open in awe as she stared up at me, seemingly at a loss for words. My heart pounded hard, but I still sensed her own lust pulse powerfully throughout her veins. 

Then I rolled my hips. 

“Oh my fucking god,” Jayde groaned as I grinded down on her stomach. 

The corner of my mouth perked up at the way her arms twitched with the need to touch me, but she kept them above her head like I instructed her to do. We really didn’t need ropes or handcuffs or anything of the sort. My commands binded her well enough. Though, I wondered how long she would last. Probably not very long, judging by how rigid and hot she felt under me.

To test the theory, I ran a hand through my hair and brushed it back over my shoulder while the other braced itself on her chest. I took my bottom lip between my teeth again and let out a whimper. The noises came easily with how amazing it felt to grind on her. 

“Fuck,” she groaned and threw her head back. The fast pace of her uneven breaths constricted her muscles in ways that made me feel even more fulfilled. I could tell she didn’t want to take her eyes off me for a single second. Her gaze quickly snapped back to watch my hips move. 

“You feel so good, Jay,” I uttered provocatively. 

“Let me touch you,” she begged and finally reached out to me. 

I snatched her wrists before they could land on my hips and forcefully pinned them back above her head. “You can touch me when I say you can.” 

Of course it drove me crazy to not have her hands all over me, but I knew the wait would make it all the more euphoric for both of us. Jayde’s golden-eyed expression pleaded desperately, but she found a way to work around my command. Her muscles remained rock hard against my center and she started to move beneath me to aid in my pleasure. It definitely worked. I released another shaky whimper followed by hard, uneven breaths that melded with Jayde’s needy gasps. 

I sat back up as I felt the finish line approach. My pace picked up to get me there. Jayde’s abs were so slick that the sensations only pushed me towards the peak to pull me back down. I needed something more to finish, but felt so incredibly blissed out that I wanted this to last a little bit longer. I practically fell over her as I laced our fingers together once more for something to hold onto. 

Jayde’s hands twitched under my grip. I tried to kiss her, but I could barely manage a few messy pecks through my restless gasps, so I leaned up to hold her gaze. She looked absolutely gorgeous framed by the curtain of my brunette hair. “You’re beautiful,” I breathed.

She laughed, but I still caught the deepened flush of her cheeks through her stunning smile. “You should see my view. Now, tell me how close you are.”

“Close,” I choked out. 

“How close?”

I didn’t think I could give her a proper answer in English even if I tried. Far too much pleasure consumed me. I rolled my hips down on her abs in vigorously long strokes and barely got enough oxygen in my lungs. Instead, I answered her with every moan, whimper, and cry of bliss that demanded to escape from my throat. 

Then I could almost taste release. “Touch me, touch me,” I quickly pleaded as my body froze. 

I had no strength to move my hands away from hers, but Jayde slipped out of my grasp with ease. One of her hands grabbed my waist while the other worked its way in between us. She entered me and made a steady beckoning motion with her fingers. My entire being already teetered on the edge, but her perfect touch sent me rocketing over it with an intense velocity. All of my senses exploded like a full moon called me, making the whole world around us nearly too overwhelming to comprehend.  

Warm pulses ignited from my core and pooled throughout my body, filling every single one of my limbs with a pleasure that nothing else could rival. I finally released a shout that bounced around the room and made Jayde chuckle softly in satisfaction. It lasted longer than I expected it to, as well. The aftershocks made my muscles shudder every few seconds for what had to be a very long couple of minutes. I remained still and allowed the climax to ride out naturally. 

Once it finally calmed down, I let out one more whimpered moan, and felt a heavy gratification that made going to Jayde to fulfill my needs so incredibly worth it. 

My body gradually went limp on top of her as my strength ebbed. Jayde sat us up and wrapped her arms around my waist to support me. I smiled weakly when I felt her place soothing kisses along my neck and shoulder. After another minute, I felt the intensity of my heightened senses dissipate along with the glow of my eyes. I pulled back to tiredly kiss her while my breathing and my heartbeat slowed. I still sensed her own fervent arousal, but I needed time to recover before I could properly thank her. 

“You’re having a day, huh?” Jayde noted with amusement, her hands gently caressing my bare skin. 

“You have no idea,” I mumbled into our lazy kisses. “It’s been messing with me for hours like I’m a stupid horny teenager or something. That gave me exactly what I needed, though.” 

She chuckled and the light vibration made the tingling under my skin flare up again. “I can give you more if you want.” 

“No, I’m good,” I replied, reluctantly disentangling myself. I stood up from her lap and retrieved some of my clothes. I pretended not to notice the way her shoulders slumped just a fraction as I put them on. She didn’t say anything about it, and I knew she wouldn’t, but I sensed a hint of disappointment. Once I zipped up my pants, I grabbed my bra and hesitated. With a click of my tongue, I looked over at her like I only just remembered. “Oh, right. Did you want me to…?” 

Jayde caught on to my playful tone and barked a laugh. “You fucking tease.” 

“I did say I wanted to use you,” I reminded her. “Will you sit on the bench for me?” 

She glanced over at where she had been lifting weights when I arrived and obeyed. “Like this?”

I kneeled in front of her. “Like this.” My hands went to the backs of her knees and pulled her closer to the edge of the thin bench – closer to me.

She brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and let the back of her finger caress the scar on my cheek. Even when I was the one in charge, she made me blush. “What else?”

I held her gaze as I pushed her knees apart and settled in between her legs. “I have an idea.” My hand traveled up her bare leg, wandering towards her inner thigh as I got higher. I relished the way her muscles quivered underneath my touch. “Would you like to see?” 

“Y-yes.” Jayde stumbled over the word once my lips followed the same trail my hand did. “Yeah, I think I might.” 

The smile on my face grew mischievous and my fingers hooked under the waistband of her workout shorts. I gave her side a quick tap. “Up.” 

Jayde lifted herself off the bench enough for me to slip her shorts down her legs before she sat back down. I tossed the clothing aside and scooted even closer until I sat in the perfect position. She braced her hands on the bench at either side of her, gripping the edges in a white-knuckled grasp.

“I want you to close your eyes,” I instructed softly. 

We silently held eye contact for a few tense beats. I felt the warmth of her body turn into heat. I saw her form tremble with desire. But she still stared down at me so intently. I found it hard to tell if it was a challenge or if she just got so lost in me that she hadn’t heard what I said. 

“Close your eyes,” I told her again, this time with a lower tone to get her attention. I waited until she obeyed and added a silky, “Good.” 

A hot breath expended from my chest as my mouth hovered just over her center. Her thighs already twitched to hug my head. I placed a chaste kiss above her underwear and grinned at the enticing hitch of her breath. With slow, deliberate movements, I reached up and dragged the tip of my finger up and down the length of her. It didn’t take very long to feel the fabric dampen under my touch. 

I nipped at the soft flesh of her thigh. Her rich scent made my mouth water. “Tell me what you want, Jay.” 

She released a drawn out, shaky exhale. “I want you to keep going.”

I hummed thoughtfully and added a little bit more pressure to my strokes. Jayde’s hips bucked into my hand with a whimper, but I kept my pace steady. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes.”

I moved her underwear aside. “Do you want me to taste you?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

Figuring I had tortured her long enough, I finally dipped two fingers inside of her. I thrusted deep and slow, making sure to curl my fingers when they retreated. Jayde’s arms buckled, but she managed to keep herself propped up and tilted her head back. I watched the line of her slacked jaw connect with the curve of her neck and wished I could take a picture. I probably wouldn’t need to find her every single time I got hot and bothered if I could see this whenever I wanted.

Unable to resist any longer, I set my open mouth against her to aid my thrusts. Her taste drove me as wild as her scent did – as wild as the echoes of her pounding heart and the way I heard her moan my name. I took only a few more moments to memorize this image in front of me before I closed my eyes to concentrate on pleasing her. 

I rolled my tongue and closed my lips around her to perform some light suction. Jayde’s whole body flinched like an electrified jolt shot through her spine and she instinctively reached down to tangle her fingers in my hair. I loved that reaction, so I pressed my tongue harder against her. 

Jayde hissed and rocked her hips in time with my thrusts. “Oh, fuck…” 

I let out a pleased hum and continued on. My pace sped up or slowed down randomly to keep her on edge without tipping her off it just yet. I moved faster and harder until I felt her body tense and her shaky breaths hitch. Then I slowed my tempo until I heard her ragged gasps tremble out of her lungs and felt her muscles loosen. It was an intoxicating game to play, that’s for sure. 

“Nadya,” Jayde urged with purpose. 

God, I loved the way she said my name. 

I opened my eyes and met the amber irises of her wolf as she stared down at me. I pulled my mouth away from her to utter a single word. “Beg.” 

Jayde lovingly ran a hand through my hair and brushed it away from my face. Then she closed her fist to gently tug and pull me closer. “Please.” 

I threw her a crooked smile before giving her exactly what she asked for. My mouth and fingers worked in tandem with a single purpose. I made sure she felt the intent in every strong stroke of my tongue – every steady pump of my fingers. It took less than a minute for Jayde to peak. I kept at it with every skill I had. I wanted her to see stars when she finished.  

“Oh my god, Nadya.” 

My efforts certainly made her more vocal than usual, which put a brief smile on my face. 

“Oh, god…” 

Jayde’s body went rigid at the same time mine did. I pictured her pleasure so vividly that I could have sworn I felt her orgasm as my own. Almost as if we were connected in some way. That pulsing warmth pooled throughout my limbs once more from the epicenter that resided just below my stomach. I let out a muffled moan against her. It wasn’t as powerful as my first climax, but the fact I felt the sensation at all was something to take more than a little delight in. 

Jayde’s thighs gently squeezed my head. Her hand held my mouth still. It was her turn to let her resounding cry echo in the training room. I let her ride this wave of pleasure for as long as she needed and kept my strokes light and slow. Partly because I needed to come down from it, too. 

I pulled out of her and moved my head away when her tremors stopped. My lips made their way up, laying sweet kisses along her stomach, between her breasts, her chest, her neck. All the way until I leaned up on my knees and reached her lips where I could take the time to kiss her deeply. Jayde struggled to return it for a moment, but she quickly fell into the rhythm I set and matched it with her own passion. 

Her hands cupped my face as she heavily leaned into me. I realized I had to be the only thing that held her up. My smug giggle came out muffled against her mouth. Her thumbs brushed my cheeks tenderly as each pass of her lips became softer. I easily melted into it. It was a really nice change in mood after the kind of activities we just indulged in. I let myself be overtaken by the incredible things she always made me feel – both innocent and otherwise – before we had to break away to regain our breath. 

“Feel better now?” Jayde asked, still sounding somewhat breathless. 

I smiled and gave her another peck. “A lot better,” I confirmed.

She looked at me quizzically. "Did you come again?"

My face flared with a different kind of heat. "It sure felt like it."

"Wow..." she mused.

I turned away and grabbed her shorts to slip them back on her. Jayde continued to be receptive to what I wanted and helped me dress her and myself without any more questions. Once we were both in order, I stood in front of her and hesitated. She still looked up at me silently, waiting for more instructions. I couldn’t resist it. I bent down to give her another passionate kiss deep enough to make both of our hearts flutter. 

“Thank you, Jay.” I straightened back up and prepared to leave.

Jayde caught my wrist. “Hey, before you go."

“Yeah?”

She placed her hands on my hips and gave me a reassuring squeeze. “I want you to know that your urges are nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I pulled one of her hands away and used the tip of my finger to trace mindless patterns into her palm. “How did you know I was embarrassed?”

“I felt it,” she explained. “We’ve all had to get used to an amplified sex drive. It gives you thoughts you can’t shake and makes you feel all funny inside. Maybe it makes you a lot more sensitive than you expect." Her eyes flashed knowingly. I almost had to look away. "Suddenly it’s like you’re going through puberty all over again, only way worse.”

I scoffed. “You’re right about that.” 

“But it’s normal. And I am definitely more than happy to help you out with it.”

“You can tell me no sometimes,” I told her with a smile.

“I don’t want to tell you no.”

My chest swelled with adoration and gratitude. I knew I never had to feel ashamed of anything with Jayde. “I love you,” I said and pulled her in for one last kiss. 

Our short and sweet kisses thrilled me just as much as our heated and desperate ones. I suppose all that mattered were the sensations of her lips brushing mine and knowing that she loved me too.  

I enjoyed the indulgence for a few more seconds, then I placed my hand on her shoulder and playfully shoved her down on the weight bench. “You can get back to working out now.”

Jayde stared up at the ceiling as I turned my back to leave and laughed. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that.”

#asks #anon #my writing #Nadya pov #not to be like its not that deep but it is #but I've also been working on a prompt that shows their intimacy at the beginning of their relationship #and that juxtaposed with this is giving me feelings tbh #cause Nadya starts off being unsure/afraid of her sexuality #then she becomes this very confident person in it #and then she's a werewolf that's struggling to find her footing again #and ends up being really self conscious of her sexuality/is worried it's too much #so we have this spectrum with her that is kinda cathartic for me to explore? #and Jayde lets her know that all of these are okay which is HUGE for Nadya to hear #but anyway enough of my rambling enjoy the bone

[capriciouswrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jason Todd/Slade Wilson Characters: Jason Todd, Slade Wilson Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Dead Joker (DCU), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary:

Jason’s had bad dreams his whole life — his mom used to tell him it was because he had such a good imagination. She’d meant it as a comfort. And it had been, when she was alive and there to sooth him back to sleep when he woke up from dreams about war that felt so real he’d ask her for water to wash the taste of mud and blood and gunpowder out of his mouth.

And then his life got a lot worse and while the dreams didn’t get better, well, dreams about war — or about his reality — were shitty, but not as shitty as being awake.

#jason/slade #jayde #slade/jason #work was anon for an exchange now it's not #please enjoy #soulmate fics are my jam man

[mclqren]

THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. this one is a bit shorter than my other smaus, sorry for that! the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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charles_leclerc helloo i'm your older brother??

yourusername hey, i'm still allowed to have my favorites!

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yourusername bahrain weekend woohooo!! TEAM LECLERC (third slide is for motivation ❤️)

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user3 THE THIRD SLIDE IM WHEEZING

user4 SHE'S SO FUCKING FUNNY

charles_leclerc the last slide??? im telling maman ☹️

maxverstappen1 maybe you can beat me with that motivation!

yourusername he speaks the truth charlie soz 🤷‍♀️ AND PLS DONT TELL MAMAN IM SORRY

francisca.cgomes ur sooo 😍😍

yourusername leave pierre for me rn. im richer i swear

pierregasly huh?

yourusername see, not a thought behind those eyes! run away w me bbg 😘

francisca.cgomes okay you've convinced me, give me ten minutes x

yourusername HAAA GOT UR GIRL GASLY

landonorris the coat in bahrain weather??

oscarpiastri how is she surviving??

yourusername a girl does what a girl has to do 🤷‍♀️ maybe you should both take fashion tips from me anyway xx

charles_leclerc you aren't being rude are you y/n?!

yourusername noooo!! im offering friendly advice 😊

lance_stroll i wonder who bought you the first shirt...🤨

yourusername my rich nepo baby friend, thanks again boo 😘

lance_stroll wowww you're literally a nepo baby sister idk what ur on about

yourusername im actually famous for my incredible looks & witty humor, not my fugly brothers

charles_leclerc why are you so rude to us ☹️

yourusername it comes from a place of love 💗

logansargeant i wonder whose sunglasses you're wearing?!

yourusername idk i just found them!!

yourusername

( caption one: the third wheel lifestyle is NOTTT for the weak 😔 + tags | caption two: yeah i took this photo asw. can they stop being so fucking happy please it's making me depressed 😔 )

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yourusername who needs a man when you have kika 😘 ( ps no clue who the other people in the last pic were, but whatevs )

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user5 the y/n lifestyle is something i needddd

user6 SO REAL FOR THIS

user7 outfitsss!! 😍

francisca.cgomes love you 😘

yourusername LOVE YOU MORE 💗💗

landonorris what on earth were you drinking

yourusername idk but it was fizzy and orangey and it was yum

alex_albon orangey isn't a word ❌

yourusername ACTUALLY ☝️ it is. sooo idk what ur on about mate

pierregasly are you even of age to be drinking

yourusername IM THE SAME AGE AS UR GF??? ur just jelly she prefers me to you

pierregasly ☹️☹️

logansargeant the winnie the pooh shirt 🔥

yourusername do americans even know winnie the pooh...

logansargeant clearly??

charles_leclerc how much did you have to drink

yourusername none of ur concern brother!

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landonorris y/n's signature pose: hands under the chin (she forced me to post this please come save me guys)

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user8 SHE'S SOOO ICONIC

user9 CAPTION LOOLLL LOVE Y/N

yourusername live laugh love me!!

alex_albon is it now...

yourusername SHUT UP ALBONNN IT IS

yourusername guys the caption is a liee i swear he just loves me 💗

landonorris urm who told you that mate

yourusername shut up or i'll send you back to the basement 😁 no one cares enough to save you

georgerussell63 carmen's looking over my shoulder and says y/n's a cutie

yourusername TELL CARMEN I LOVE HER AND TELL HER TO COME OVER TONIGHT 😘😘

pierregasly are you just after everyone's girlfriend then?

yourusername yup! single life = hoe life, @/alex_albon lily's next 😘

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yourusername hey alexa, play art deco by lana del rey ( 📸 @/arthur_leclerc )

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user10 SHE LISTENS TO LANA?

user11 SHE'S ONE OF US FR

user12 the dress wooowwww

charles_leclerc when did you take these 🤨

yourusername don't worry about it 💗

arthur_leclerc we had tons of fun without you ❤️❤️

yourusername ARTHUR DON'T BE MEAN (it's true)

charles_leclerc ☹️☹️☹️

lilymhe 😍😍

yourusername LOVE YOU LILS 💗

yourusername but also ops on leaving alex for me...just for research purposes

alex_albon Y/N STOP IT SHE'S MY GF

yourusername leave me alone im single and sad :(

lance_stroll did i not buy you that dress for christmas

yourusername yes you did!! thanks again lance it was a LOVELY investment 😘

yourusername

( caption one: guess where i am!! 🇦🇺 | caption two: yeah yeah the flag gave it away whatever look at my new best friends 🦒 )

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yourusername aussie aussie aussie... (australians finish the chant)

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user13 she's so perfect

user14 wait is she charles' sister??

user15 yup!! she's the youngest of the leclerc siblings

oscarpiastri coming from an australian...no 🧡

yourusername lucky for me ur not the only australian i know...so!

danielricciardo OI OI OI 🇦🇺🇦🇺

yourusername @/oscarpiastri LOOLLLL POINT MADE

oscarpiastri DANIEL WE'RE MEANT TO BE AUSSIE BUDDIES WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME

danielricciardo THE CHANT WAS CALLING TO ME I CANT HELP IT

charles_leclerc FORZA FERRARI

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️❤️

yourusername idk red's not really my color...might have to step into the mclaren paddock next time to see if orange suits me better

charles_leclerc as my sister you can't fraternise with the enemy

yourusername yeah but y/n leclerc does whatever she pleases and right now she wants to wear an orange jacket 🤷‍♀️

landonorris *papaya, not orange

yourusername yeah yeah pls give me a vip paddock pass for japan thank you lan 😘🫶

georgerussell63 the first picture??

yourusername i dropped my ice cream and my WONDERFUL brother decided to capture the moment instead of comforting me ☹️

charles_leclerc it was so funny you just had to be there

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yourusername FERRARI 1-2 I KNOW THAT'S RIGHTTT!! PROUD OF MY BROTHER(S) (and little lando norris congrats on 3rd 😘)

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user16 THE CAPTIONNN BROTHERS IM CRYING

user17 the way she said in a podcast once that carlos being in her life was like having ANOTHER older brother makes me cry its so sweet

user18 FERRARI IS MY RED FLAG YESSS 🚩🚩

charles_leclerc rare post of you being proud of me?

yourusername it's mainly for carlos...but i'm proud of you too i guess!

charles_leclerc but i'm your brother??

yourusername idk ur both my brothers in my eyes 💗💗

carlossainz55 te amo y/n! ❤️

logansargeant embracing your inner cowboy, i see! very american of you 🤠

yourusername RAHHH WHAT IS A KILOMETRE 🦅🦅🦅

lance_stroll nurse, she got out again

yourusername SHUT UP LANCELOT ur just jealous that i prefer america to canada!! ❤️

landonorris thanks for the caption y/n, but are you not looking for a way out of the ferrari paddock...🤨🤨

yourusername unfortunately mr norris i have to be a supportive big sister on days like today, where my dear brother has done an exceptional job at racing. i hope you understand, and i offer you my deepest condolences ❤️

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might make a p2 to this idk :)

#f1 x reader #f1 #f1 smau #formula one x reader #requests #f1 imagine #formula 1 #f1 imagines #f1 x you #charles leclerc #arthur leclerc #lando norris #oscar piastri #carlos sainz #logan sargeant #lance stroll #alex albon #george russell #pierre gasly #formula one x y/n #f1 grid #f1 x female reader #f1 x y/n #mclqren

[ham1lton]

QUESTION TIME?

pairings: (platonic) lewis hamilton x f1 driver!reader.

warnings: sexist comments. interviewers asking rude questions.

summary: being the only female driver on the grid means being the unofficial spokesperson for women in motorsports and you’re tired of it.

author’s note: a part of my newest series! i’m still actively looking for more scenarios and ideas regarding this universe! so if u have any thoughts or questions? let me know! i’d love to hear them <3

“do you worry that being more open and accessible to different drivers will lower the level of competition within formula one?”

the silence could be cut with a knife. everyone in the room looked at you expectantly, eyes wide as they waited for your answer. you took a sip of water as you collected your thoughts.

sometimes, when you were younger and karting, you’d wish that you had been born a boy. that might have been an unpopular opinion but you held it occasionally, although not for the reasons one might think. being a man would have meant that you would have been treated as just another driver rather than a novelty. no one else on the panel was expected to act like a mouthpiece for their entire gender.

taking a deep breath, you composed yourself before addressing the question. "i understand the concern about maintaining the high level of competition within formula one. however, i believe that diversity and inclusivity in motorsports can actually enhance the competition rather than detract from it."

you glanced around the room, meeting the expectant gazes of the reporters and fellow drivers. "by opening up opportunities to drivers from different backgrounds and experiences, we bring new perspectives and skills to the sport. this diversity can drive innovation and push the entire field to new heights."

pausing for a moment to gather your thoughts, you continued, "i don't necessarily think talent and competitiveness are determined by gender or any other factor. it's about skill, dedication, and passion for racing. embracing diversity not only reflects the world we live in but also strengthens formula one as a whole."

as you finished speaking, you could sense a shift in the atmosphere of the room. while your response might not have been what everyone expected, you knew it came from a place of honesty and conviction. and deep down, you hoped that your words would spark a broader conversation about the importance of inclusion in motorsports.

the room digests your response, slowly and steadily until another interviewer speaks up. "i get where you're coming from, but let's be real here. formula one is about pushing the limits, about being the best of the best. we can't afford to water down the competition just for the sake of diversity."

you respected his perspective, knowing that he always spoke his mind but god, if that wasn’t the worst way to word that. "i hear you," you replied, "but i don't see diversity as watering down the competition. if anything, it's about elevating it. different perspectives bring new challenges and force us to raise our own game. isn't that what racing is all about?"

he paused, considering your words. "i suppose you have a point," he conceded, nodding thoughtfully. "but we still need to ensure that the drivers who make it to formula one are truly the best, regardless of where they come from."

you nodded in agreement, acknowledging the importance of maintaining high standards in the sport. "absolutely," you agreed. "and i believe that by embracing diversity, we can do just that. it's not about lowering the bar; it's about expanding it to include drivers who might have otherwise been overlooked."

after a moment, lewis, who had been your unofficial mentor throughout the process of integrating into formula one, raises his hand. he had been listening to the whole exchange with a furrowed brow.

“i just want to echo what y/n has said,” he began. “diversity isn’t a threat, if anything it’s our greatest asset.”

he turned to address the room, his gaze steady. "we've seen time and time again how diversity helps drive innovation and pushes the sport forward. and it's not just about gender or race – it's about welcoming drivers from all walks of life and giving them the opportunity to shine."

lewis paused, letting his words sink in. "formula one should be a reflection of the world we live in – diverse, inclusive, and full of opportunity. and by embracing that diversity, we make the sport stronger, more competitive, and more exciting for fans around the globe."

you smile at that and grin at the interviewer.

“is that a good enough answer for you?” he nods and your remark sparks laughter in the room. after a moment, the interviewers target your peers and you take a deep breath. free at last.

when the interview concludes, you find yourself walking step by step with lewis, who smiles at you.

“you answered those questions well. i’m proud.”

“just followed the hamilton playbook.” you tease. “who knows? maybe i’ll be fighting you for that championship next.”

“i’d welcome the challenge.” lewis laughs, his eyes bright with amusement. “but seriously y/n, never underestimate the power of your voice and your presence in this sport. i always say that the goal is to leave the sport better than we found it, and you’re only in your second season and doing that. i have no doubt you’ll achieve great things.”

his voice is thick with sincerity and he places a warm hand on your shoulder before leaving. as he disappears, a young girl wearing your merch comes bounding up to you. she’s grinning wide with a missing tooth and when she speaks, her accent is thickly american with a strong lisp.

“y/n! hi!” she waves a massive poster in front of you. it has your name, your number and a message of support. “y/n you’re the coolest! will you sign my poster please?”

with a warm smile, you kneel down and grin at her.

“of course! i’d be honoured.” your assistant hands you a sharpie and you scrawl your signature in the corner of her poster. her parents taking a photo of the two of you and then with her parents permission, you sign her hat and her shirt. “thank you so much for all of your support. it means everything and more to me. keep cheering me on okay? i do this for all of you.”

“i will!” she beams. you laugh and pass your assistant her pen. “you’re my hero y/n! thank you!”

she bounces off and her parents wave while saying their thanks. your heart swelled up after that interaction, reminding you as to why you do this. why you deal with all those incessant annoying questions because it gives you the opportunity to help inspire the next generation of young racers.

as you stand there, you see a guy with a camera walking your way. your eyes widen as you make a sneaky escape. today has been filled with enough questions, you think as you hide out in gavin’s office.

#jayde’s works ☆ #maneater ꕤ #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 texts #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #lh44 x reader

[ttpdsargeant]

you are in love

oscar piastri x reader

in which they’d managed to keep their relationship a secret (although people thought they were in love but oblivious) until one of their friends finds a way to expose it

face claim — lexi jayde

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yourusername, race day!! everybody manifest good things for pastry boy🙏🙏

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user1, the only bffs that matter to me

⤷ user2, ‘bffs’ and then it’s 2 people that are actually madly in love but also completely oblivious

oscarpiastri, that picture was so unnecessary but thanks i guess

⤷ yourusername, you guess???? suddenly i’m manifesting you finish p19 and lando gets p1

⤷ landonorris, can you manifest me getting p1 anyway pls

user3, and when oscar gets on the podium and goes straight to y/n and kisses her on live tv then what????

⤷ user4, stay delusional bff, hopefully it works out

user5, the things i would do to be the passenger while oscar drives

logansargeant, am i allowed to not?

⤷ yourusername, only because i like u more than him

⤷ oscarpiastri, liar, you love me

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yourusername, baby’s first (f1) podium😭💗

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user1, I WAS SOBBING MY PARENTS WERE SO CONCERNED

⤷ yourusername, oscar laughed right in my face as soon as he got out the car i was so offended

user2, did y’all see the way he was looking at her😭😭if they don’t say they love each other soon i will force them

⤷ user3, i’m still so shocked they’re not together

oscarpiastri, do you have to use the worst pictures of me every time i happen to make an appearance on your instagram?

⤷ yourusername, yes😊😊

landonorris, wow… i see how it is, what happened to bro’s before hoes😒😒

⤷ yourusername, sorry lando but he’s been my bff for longer

⤷ landonorris, i think you put an extra f there

user4, LANDO’S COMMENT????

⤷ user5, he’s making exposing his friends relationships his new hobby😭😭

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yourinstagram, fuck soft launches <3 (and lando norris😒😒)

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landonorris, hey i did you a favour you guys would’ve kept this a secret until one of you died at this rate

⤷ yourusername, maybe i was waiting until his first win :(

⤷ landonorris, were you?

⤷ yourusername, well no but i could’ve been

user1, you guys were NEVER slick everyone knew

⤷ user2, they hard launched the minute she went to the race in bahrain

oscarpiastri, i love you🤍

⤷ yourusername, CRINGE

⤷ oscarpiastri, 😐😐

⤷ yourusername, i love you more🤗🤗

user3, the way half of these are basically what she posted before their relationship was confirmed, it was so painfully obvious

pls ignore the dates on the tweets i couldn’t be bothered to change them😭😭

#oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris #f1 smau #formula 1 smau #formula 1 #f1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #oscar piastri fluff

[eldritch-spouse]

i cannot believe no one has suggested this

imagine zizz walking in (or waking up to) on his queen humping one of the plushies

[This isn't exactly what you want it to be, but I had a massive brain vomit moment. Fem reader. There's art in this one.]

TW: Plushophilia (??? There's a doll monster is what I'm trying to say)

Rare are the days where you wake up alone in bed.

Zizz actually sleeps in quite a bit later than you. Granted he usually also settles down for the night much later. Nevertheless, it has become a habit of yours to wake up between his arms, tucked under his chin, or perhaps even being spooned, his hips somewhat restless behind yours.

It must have become an increasingly important aspect of your routine, because you find waking up alone to be more and more insupportable lately. So much so that you groan, immediately disappointed as soon as you register reality- No extra warmth, no gentle breathing beside you, no rumbling purr or claws petting across your hair.

Part of you wants to close your eyes, roll to the side, grab the nearest pile of softness and go back to sleep- Waiting for your King to return so you can wake up properly. And yet, another part is also restless.

What is he up to?

It's not as if you're worried about Zizz, he's probably busy with some project you can't be fucked to care about, but you're almost... Indignant. Some petty little voice in you demands you find the King and plop yourself on his lap, impeding him from working any further as punishment for denying you wake up affections.

When you yawn and make to get up, a slight tug is felt on your arm. Reflexively looking back, you find several of the stuffed companions you share with the ruler crowding your side, as if knowing you intend to leave and attempting to beckon you otherwise. It's tempting.

But not enough to halt you.

Because only a few moments later, you sluggishly take a stand, moving towards the large doors leading out of the bedchambers. All is fine until you turn one of the handles and... Nothing moves.

It actually takes your sluggish brain a couple of static-fillled seconds to register that. The realization followed by another tug, a harsher one to the twin handle, a fierce shove. Nothing. Not a budge, nor a creak.

They're... Locked?

In the relative darkness of the room -Kept this way to cater to Zizz's light-sensitive eyesight- You only note the piece of paper stuck to the left door after an embarrassing amount of jostling the fancy handles. Irritation makes you rip the notice away, squinting so as to make sense of the scribbled writing.

" Your excellence,

I lament to inform you that King Zizz has been called for an extremely urgent matter that requires his immediate attention. Under his command, I was instructed to keep you inside the bed chambers at all costs until his arrival. According to Lord Zizz, it should only take a little while. You may even still be sleeping by the time he returns.

Regards,

Jayde. "

Fury makes you crumple the sheet of paper into a ball, chucking it at the doors as if the force alone would cause them to suddenly part ways.

He's just going to keep you locked up in here like a doll? Like some pet?! The nerve.

For as much as Zizz says he loves you infinitely, incidents like these really serve to highlight a bitter truth you often turn a blind eye to. That he thinks less of you, that he doesn't trust you to handle the smallest things on your own. Maybe because he thinks you can't, that you're so limited to the point of having to be kept in a bedroom like some child.

Mind ping-ponging between all sorts of unearthed emotions, you consider behaving in exactly the way he seems to see you- By throwing a petulant tantrum befitting of someone truly as limited as he thinks you are. And just as a not so smart voice in your head congratulates you for such a thought, a touch halts that process entirely.

You jolt slightly, glancing down. One of the stuffed dolls from Zizz's endless collection lies on the carpeted ground, little rounded hand outstretched towards your foot. Have you seen this one before? It's hard to tell.

He's cute, a crocheted demonoid made of a mix and mash of pink yarn hues. The only other color on him is black, on his wide button eyes, a silk bow around his neck and his adorable tail adorned with jingling bells at the bottom. Why, he's so lovable! Is this one new in the King's collection? That doesn't make sense, Zizz would have shown you if that were the case, he always does. It must have been one you just don't get to see as often- Lord knows some of them are perpetually buried in the ocean of fluff and warmth that suffocates this room at times.

" Aw, aren't you cute? " You coo at the little thing, eyeing his little curved horns as you speak mostly to yourself. They listen however, you know they do.

" You want me to stay? If you reeeeally mean it, I guess I can... "

The choice isn't there, you're just trying to make yourself feel better and avoid getting angry until Zizz comes back.

As soon as you turn back, jingling and rustling can be heard. It's not cause for alarm, you're well aware these cotton and silken entities move on their own frequently, especially when no one's looking their way -It stopped being creepy after the first few days- So you assume the little pink thing is going to crawl back to its resting spot now that you have been successfully convinced to drop the doors.

Instead, you feel a much bigger pair of hands quickly shove your back. You yelp, a clumsy foot catching on your flowing nightgown and swiftly sending you tumbling onto the bed. It'd be lying to say that a small inkling of fear didn't course through you, steadily growing as you gather enough wit and reflex to roll around on the mattress and spot your assailant.

At the foot of the bed stands none other than the same plush you just talked to.

But he shifted.

Now much bigger, the yarn that once composed him has become a finely molded pattern over a much more humanoid form that shifts and moves exactly like your own. An amused, definitely mischievous smile creases the edges of his soft cheeks, covering up a bit of those button eyes- Surprisingly expressive for a thing that's supposed to have a fixed expression. It's extremely odd to admit this, but the more you look at him, the more weirdly attractive he becomes in spite of his strange fabric-based biology. Part of you almost wants to reach out and touch him.

Mild apprehension doesn't allow you to.

These creatures only shift into bigger forms of themselves when there's a good reason for such. Like imminent danger, intruders, tasks that require more refined figures. Most of the time, from what you recall being told, they're content to ragdoll and observe things or simply become inactive. So why is this one so active? Does he think you're going to try to escape? Yeah right, no amount of luck could make it happen.

" ... Buddy? "

The plush monster perks up, and when the ringing of tiny bells hits your ears, you realize he's wagging his tail happily. Not a second later, the yarn entity has climbed atop the bed and looms over your form with great stitched glee in its face. You don't even get to ask him what's happening before the pink thing sinks to snuggle against you in a warm hug.

He's so bizarrely soft.

As the monster silently rubs and nuzzles his head everywhere on your neck, chest and cheek, you can only marvel at the almost unbelievable smoothness of his... Skin? Not really. The sensation is so new that you don't even deign to think too much about what's happening, happily giggling when you bury your own face in the pleasant pink fuzz of his of his head. Okay then, he's just feeling affectionate, you can deal with that. In spite of the plush texture, experimentally grabbing at his arms reveals that there isn't as much give to him as you'd expect, like something more solid lurks beneath that friendly and deceitfully fragile exterior.

You toy with his bow a little, twirling the ends as you sigh.

" I'm not leaving, you know? I can't. "

He nods under your chin, face dipping towards your cleavage as smooth claws edge up the length of your legs. And while you allow it to happen, the gears start turning in your head. They're not really supposed to do that, are they?

You've seen many of the dolls shift, seen them perform a couple of menial tasks, asking for attention, but you never saw them... Being so bold. Sexual even. Are they capable of that? You'd like to think you're not a pervert, but built so well as this one is, maybe this is his function. You have caught the King with pillows and stuffed bedmates between his legs before- It wouldn't be that surprising if they're meant to do this from time to time.

But then... The one currently groping your thighs... If you let him continue, would you be cheating on the demonlord? No. Surely not, right? He uses them for pleasure too, it would be hypocritical of Zizz to become upset over something like this. You hope, at least. Still, you're not sure how to feel about it.

As you lie there still, deliberating on the situation unfolding, his shiver-inducing dance over your legs reaches your thighs. He's gentle, massaging from the outside, upwards, gripping your hips, then following the line of your panties back down to your inner thighs, a sensual and slow stroke that has you relaxing and sighing in pleasure. You recognize the motions, these are gestures Zizz likes to use on you, to hear you softly moan and smile, spreading your legs for him further. It shouldn't surprise you that some -Or all- Of his plushies would know how to touch you too. They're constant observers.

He looks content to have you so pliant beneath him, and you're sure the monster would be rumbling like its master if it was capable of making sounds. The frequent jingling of his swatting tail is evidence enough of his approval. Yet, as pleasant as this is all being, you reach for those pink wrists when a claw tries to slide your undergarments aside.

" Hey. " You start, having to squeeze a little so he puts his whole attention on your face. The doll monster tilts his head. " I'm... We shouldn't do anything, Zizz isn't here... "

The entity tilts his head more, as if not really understanding where you're coming from, silence stretches on for a small eternity between you, your heart pounding in your chest.

You can admit to yourself that it's more than a little thrilling to give this a shot. To see what it's like to bed one of the King's stuffed dolls. After all, there must be a reason he likes them so much... But you don't want to go too far. Not without knowing more.

" We can't- Uhm, we can't have sex, okay? " Gods you've never cringed at yourself so hard.

The doll seems to flinch at the mention of sex, horned head shaking frantically as he quickly removes his featherlite fingers off your figure entirely. Though a smile stretches his yarned cheeks when he wags a finger at you, proceeding to use both hands to frame... His slit.

Because it can only be that between his legs. It's the same exact color as the rest of his body, blending together amidst all the rounds of fabric that compose his body. You can't be blamed for having missed it at first. More important however, is the strand of white yarn stitched over said area, in the same way you'd sew someone's wounds, though with a small bow at the bottom.

It takes a bit for you to piece what it means together.

The monster reaches to try and slip a finger under the yarn, trying to dislodge it off him, but it seems to be well secured. He then casually taps your groin, then his, shaking his head again.

Ah.

" Oh! " Your eyes widen. " So you can't... It doesn't come off? " Penetration is not on the table.

The pink doll nods. Honestly, you have no idea what kind of cock this type of being can have...

" O- Okay. " That does make you feel better about things for now. Though it begs the question. " Did Zizz put that on you? "

Another nod.

His brows furrow as he seems to be thinking of something for a few quiet moments. Then, a tad suddenly, the doll moves off you to thump soundlessly beside you on the bed. He spreads his legs some and makes an eager beckoning gesture towards you.

Not really understanding but too curious to deny him, you do as told, getting the picture when he slides one of your legs over his right one, making you straddle it. This time, when he looks at your face and slowly slides your panties to the side, there's no misunderstanding between you.

Not that your face isn't heating up at the implication.

The monster's chest shifts and his mouth parts like he's mutely lauging. And it makes sense, the doll has probably seen you and Zizz get up to some pretty shameless stuff in this very room, he likely thinks it's hilarious that you're hesitating to do something as simple as ride his thigh.

" Oh shush. "

Soft claws rub down your back, cupping the globes of your ass underneath your gown and starting a slow, luscious rhythm on his leg. The monster happily allows you to adjust, learn what angle provides the best friction on your clit while he kneads and gropes greedily at your cushion.

You don't really consider yourself to be much of a humper.

Of course, you've done it before a couple of times, the difference here being that none of the things you used would stare knowingly at you, would smirk when you shuddered in pleasure or even minutely push back against your movements. They wouldn't squeeze approvingly at your hips and waist, reach to fondle the peaks of your tits- To say that a plush lusts after you would be madness. At least until today.

Restless thighs clench around his own as you speed up, rocking harder, grinding yourself, soaking his fabric in your own chase for a peak that you didn't even know you were craving so bad up until now. Distantly, you wonder how many are watching now, if they feel any jealousy towards the brave and lucky plush that dared make a move.

Unfortunately, you're having trouble getting there on your own, cursing underneath your breath while your body tenses and coils but never enough to trigger that sweet release. There's no way he doesn't see you struggling and sweating on him, the little bastard's likely just enjoying the show. Ugh.

" Mm- Finger me, please. "

And yet, no matter how sweet your tone was, how you used manners, he didn't budge, smile climbing further up his rosy face as he shook his head, tail thumping on the sheets. The blatant denial makes you halt entirely, frowning.

" Wh- What do you mean no?! " That sounded a lot more aggressive than you meant it to be.

But still, these monsters are servants, their purpose to fulfill the royalty's orders, that's what they strive for. If you tell one to touch you a certain way, surely they'd be more than happy to do so, right?

The entity merely shakes his head again. You're getting a little annoyed by that gesture, even if it's one of the few ways he can actually communicate with you coherently.

Your arms cross beneath your chest, not so much mad as you are confused. " Aren't you technically supposed to obey me? "

The doll shakes with laughter again, and part of you almost wants to push him right off the bed, hormones still jumping in your system. He wags an index again, then wiggles his fingers above his head, between his horns.

As he repeats the motion, you can finally focus enough to make sense of it. He's trying to imitate the blob of energy that his master sports between his own horns. That little thing you've tried to grab before even though it's touch averse, slipping between your digits right at the moment you think you've got it.

The message is clear- He obeys to Zizz specifically.

You make a 'tsk', rolling your eyes at the monster. " So you're not going to help me? "

Another shake.

" Not even a liiittle bit? " And you reach a hand beneath the silk of his dark bow, scratching at his chin.

The contact has him leaning instantly, attitude faltering, his response coming in a clumsy shrug. A sort of "We'll see".

Fine.

Undettered, you offer him no more sweet talk when you resume the previous pace, caring none for his comfort as you steady yourself on his abdomen to harshly thrust your hips on his leg, almost jostling him for a second. The plush monster's tail wags near violently, apparently loving this newfound roughness.

You're not sure what has him so enthusiastic out of nowhere, but any suspicion drops immediately at the first hint of the bumping and grinding his own leg against your twitching cunt, hands eagerly helping you spread yourself. He practically fucks you onto him, seeming to shiver in his own weird manner at the high and whiny noises you belt out.

When your orgasm crashes upon you, the pink creature doesn't slow down, making sure to milk it as hard as he can, he himself enjoying getting humped while you finish, soaking him further in your arousal. Your legs are still rocking gently, the first aftershocks settling in when-

" I'm glad you were able to entertain yourself. "

The way you jump off the monster nearly has your soul leaping out of your throat when you whirl around to find none other than Zizz sitting by the edge of the bed, chin framed by his palms as if he were watching a movie unfurl.

" D- Did-? " How long was he actually here for? How come he manages to be as silent as a mouse when he's so huge?! " I'm so sorry- "

The demonlord huffs. " For... What exactly? "

" I- Well- Your-...? " You glance beneath yourself to the plush monster still laying beneath you with a slightly smug smirk on his face.

Zizz nudges you off the doll carefully, tugging him down closer with a lot less care as he removes his veil. Wide eyes blink in panic, you assume he's going to maybe hurt the entity or chastise you for making a mess of his treasured collection piece- But surprisingly, he clutches the toy's leg and casually licks the slick of your climax that wasn't rapidly absorbed by yarn.

O-Oh okay.

The other seems to like this well enough, letting himself ragdoll, once again wagging that jingling appendage.

" ... He was only doing his job. "

The King releases his minion, sparing you a lidded look.

" You can use me now. "

(As a bonus, here's what the ""doll"" looks like.)

#Zizz oc #pinnie's art #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #terato tag #monsterfucker #not sfw #minors dni

[imogenkol]

— OCS AS HOZIER SONGS

tagged by @inafieldofdaisies and @corvosattano to take this uquiz and I definitely wasn’t gonna miss this one! Thank you both 💕💕

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FRANCESCA

"i would do it again." honestly this song changed my life. i hope the people you love are worth suffering for.

CHERRY WINE

ahaha. the gentleness that comes not from the absence of violence but despite the abundance of it, am i right? insane how the song that feels most like falling in love is also a song about abuse. the lyrics "oh but she looks like sleep to the freezing" haunt me. this is a beautiful song, but i would never wish a relationship like this upon anyone. i hope you have some time to sit under the stars soon.

FROM EDEN

you might like the game slitherio. also, you're a bop. have you seen Good Omens? there's this snake demon you might really enjoy.

ABSTRACT (PSYCHOPOMP)

i mean, the world is so broken. and yet it's so beautiful it makes you want to cry. what can you even do with a feeling like this?

NFWMB

oh, it is a privilege to be loved by you. you'd break the world for the person you love. we all want a love like that, i think. we all want such utter devotion. save it for someone who deserves it, though, because not everyone does.

#oc insp: imogen kol #oc insp: adhira berkana #oc insp: hael ashwood #oc insp: vaune iyer #oc insp: jayde thatcher #not a single one that didn’t hit hell yeah #Imogen getting a song that’s on her ship playlist 😭 #almost thought Jayde would get work song but nah nah nah NFWMB is her through and through

[caelyne]

fist house (1/3)

had a dumb little comic idea that i concocted at work one time. finally getting around to drawing it out! Starring Jayde and Sinclaire!

#catte.art #catte.sinclaire #catte.jayde #catte.comic

[astrophysician]

I'm Skye, and my commissions are open!

Extra info - While these prices are designed for character designs, I will accept ref sheets and am open to negotiate for other types of work. - As shown in the above images, I am open to drawing furries, other anthropomorphic designs, and some kinds of robots. My background is in D&D and Sonic characters, so take that as you will. - Feel free to reach out if you have any questions!

Definitions A basic prop is anything with a basic design, where a complex prop is a specific, unique item that I will also be designing. Armor becomes a complex prop when it has a great level of detail. Other items of clothing are included in the original design, unless they also become sufficiently detailed or complex.

A major revision is when I show you the work and you're allowed to ask for major changes to the design. Minor revisions include fixing details and slight tweaks, which are free. I will allow as many minor revisions as needed within reason.

Characters 1 and 2 were sketched with pencil and digitally colored. I'll only be offering completely digital works.

Disclaimers, image links, and character names under the cut

Tukrial, dragonborn Way of the Four Elements monk

Duulisma the Potent, gloomfey Bladesinger wizard

Eves, belonging to @vollzz

Sciva Rendarr, fire genasi Samurai fighter - mask is based on another work that is not my own

Zephyr the Quick, air genasi, Founder of Luff - bow is based on a work that is not my own

Scorch the Fierce, fire genasi, Founder of Corona - axe is based on a work that is not my own (no link, sorry)

Quart the Brash, earth genasi, Founder of Petra (no link, sorry)

Zephyr Vaeli, air genasi paladin and Storm sorcerer - staff is based on a work that is not my own

Stelmaria, tabaxi barbarian

Ayla, gloomfey Bladesinger wizard

Starr the Maned Wolf, belonging to @silvers-starrway; Tails; Jayd/Trace the Wolf; Metal Jayd/Trace

#artists on tumblr #open commissions #art commission #d&d commission #sonic oc #astrophysician #my art #commission info #finally got a prettier and more legible post!!