#Had fun making these outfits for them though

[adrienneleclerc]

I love each and every one of your stories! 🥰

I have an idea where the girl pranks her boyfriend that her friends were having a “Christmas party” and pretended she was going to wear sexy lingerie as an outfit and I would totally love to read how the F1 guys would react to that. I don’t know how you feel about that 🙈

Love the idea!

A Nonsense Christmas Prank

+18: Minors Do Not Interact

Summary: How the drivers react to you “leaving” the house in lingerie

Warning: sexual content (in a way, I guess)

A/N: drivers include Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Logan Sargeant, Oscar Piastri

For Reference, this is the lingerie (it’s the cutest one I found on a mannequin)

Y/N stepped out in lingerie and strappy heels, talking on the phone with her friend.

“Yes, Miranda, im heading out right now.” Y/N made it a point to talk loudly to get the attention of her partner, making them look up and seeing her in the scandalous attire. “When have I ever been late? It’s not like I’m gonna be late for wine and gossip, I’m practically out the door.” Y/N hung up the phone

Charles Leclerc

“Where are you going like that, Mon ange?” Charles asked.

“Oh, my friend Miranda is having a nonsense Christmas party. Yes, it’s inspired by Sabrina Carpenter, don’t ask.” Y/N said.

“I thought this little set up was for my eyes only, I don’t know how I feel about other men looking at what’s mine.” Charles admitted, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Oh haha, there won’t be any men there.” Y/N said, tying up the rob she was wearing.

“Okay, but I’ll feel better if I’m taking you to Miranda’s apartment, where does she live, again?” Charles asked, getting his coat out of the closet and getting his keys.

“Are you crazy? I’m not going to her Christmas party like this.” Y/N said. Charles had that confused puppy look on his face.

“What do you mean?” Charles asked, putting his keys back on the hook.

“I mean, yes, it’s a Christmas party, but I’m wearing this.” Y/N said pulling out a more winter appropriate party outfit.

“Oh thank god.” Charles said with his hand in his chest. “I’m still taking you though, get dressed.”

“Yes sir.” Y/N said teasingly.

Lando Norris

“Are you planning on wearing a coat with that outfit?” Lando asked.

“Yes, Lando, I’m going to be wearing the parka you bought me for my birthday (December babies UNITE), how do I look?” Y/N asked, holding the rob open.

“You look Great, so Great in fact, you should cancel on your friend Miranda and spend the night with me.” Lando said.

“Thank you, baby, but i am not canceling on Miranda.” Y/N said.

“Do you think she’ll mind me crashing the party?” Lando asked, playing with the string of Y/N’s robe.

“Probably, it’s more of a girls’ night.” Y/N said,

“Damn…are you sure you can’t stay with me tonight?” Lando asked with a pout.

“Positive. Can I go now?” Y/N asks.

“Yes, you can go, but i need updates about the party. And you need to bring leftovers.” Lando said, giving Y/N a kiss on the forehead. Y/N giggled. “What’s so funny about being sweet to my baby girl?”

“No, it’s not that, but do you actually think I’m leaving the apartment in lingerie? Of course not, I’m wearing jeans, your quarter zip, and the uggs you got me for Christmas.” Y/N said, giving Lando a quick peck. “But I do love you for not telling me to change.”

“Trust me, I really wanted to, but I didn’t want to sound like a dick. Think I can drop you off at the party? Do you need to bring anything?” Lando asked.

“Just let me change and you can take me.” Y/N said.

Logan Sargeant

“Babe, Florida is not that hot.” Logan said, looking at Y/N’s outfit,

“I’m going to my friend’s place, she’s having a Christmas party.” Y/N said.

“Your ‘clothes’ don’t really seem christmassy to me. It’s more of a Valentine’s Day getup, or my birthday.” Logan said.

“Well Miranda thought it would be fun.” Y/N said.

“And im sure it will be. But you sure it’s a good idea to go dressed like that?” Logan asked. “There’s nothing wrong with what you’re wearing! But I want you to be safe.”

“I’m a big tough girl, I tie my own shoes and everything.” Y/N said.

“Don’t quote Hercules to me, this is serious. At least let me take you.” Logan said.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Y/N said. “Im just gonna change real quick.”

“Wait, you’re not wearing that?” Logan asked.

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous, it was a prank. Just give me a minutes.” Y/N said because she got dressed in a cream colored long sleeved Henley with a red plaid skirt, sheer black stockings, and cream colored heeled booties.

“You look beautiful.” Logan kissed Y/N. “Let’s go.”

Oscar Piastri

“Where are you going darling?” Oscar asked

“While we’re in Australia, my friend invited me to a Christmas party.” Y/N replied.

“I didn’t know you had any friends here.” Oscar said.

“Yeah, she moved her in September for her job.” Y/N said.

“That’s good, have fun with her then.” Oscar said. Y/N looked at him. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re not going to say anything about what I’m wearing?” Y/N asked.

“You look beautiful, darling. I’ll take you, let me text my mom though.” Oscar said.

“I am so concerned that you are not saying anything about me wearing lingerie to a Christmas party, Shark Bait.” Y/N said.

“It’s just a girls night, right? That sounds perfectly fine. Besides, I can’t tell you how to dress, I know how much you hate being told what to do outside the bedroom and work.” Oscar said and Y/N slapped his chest playfully.

“Well I’m glad you know I hate being told what to do. I’m gonna change.” Y/N said.

“Wait, you weren’t going out like that?” Oscar asked,

“Babe, it may be hot here, but definitely not hot enough to dress like this.” Y/N said before she changed into an emerald green V-neck top with a black shorts and sneakers. “Next time, can we please stay in England for Christmas? Or at least go to New York? It feels weird to have Christmas during the summer.”

“Well for me, it’s weird to have Christmas in the winter.” Oscar said.

“Whatever, New York Christmas is iconic, argue with the wall, let’s go.” Y/N said.

“Yes ma’am.” Oscar replied.

The End

Not the best but lmk if you want part 2 with Lewis, Daniel, Carlos, and Max.

[revelboo]

LOSING! MY! SHIT! REVEL THE REAPER OF SOULS, CROWS IN A COAT, CRYPTID OF OUR TRANSFORMERS DREAMS, HOLY SHIIIIIT! Everything is Alright is so ✨️✨️✨️✨️💙💙💙✨️✨️✨️✨️💙💙💙💙💪💪🎉🎉🎉💙💙✨️✨️✨️ ITS DELIGHTFUL AND IT KEEPS ME ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT AND I HAVE LOVED SEEING THE TURNS OF EVENTS SO MUCH

Thank you! I have a lot of fun writing these

Everything Is Alright Pt 98

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Optics half shuttered, Megatron shifts uncomfortably on his throne. Had thought this would get that awful curiosity out of his system and be a lesson to Starscream about who’s in control. Punishing the Seeker isn’t going exactly as planned, though. More like punishing himself. Frame shuddering as you give a breathy moan, before crying out Starscream’s name. A deviant part of him wanting to know what his name would sound like on your lips as you come apart. Instead of hearing Starscream snarl as he finishes inside you. You’re just a human, less than nothing really. He shouldn’t care, but he does.

• Servos tangling in your hair, Starscream presses his helm to your forehead before claiming your mouth. Trying his best to ignore Soundwave and Megatron both. When you loop your arms around his neck, he slides his own arms around you, taking you from Soundwave. “If you’re satisfied?” He growls head lifting, unable to make himself add ‘Lord Megatron’ as he glares. Wondering if the warlord will demand Soundwave claim you, too. Not that he thinks the communications officer would mind as he runs his palm down your spine, crooning to you.

• Resting your cheek against Starscream’s shoulder, you reach for Soundwave and close your eyes when he immediately laces his servos with your fingers. “You’ll bring our pet back before reporting for your duties,” Megatron says, leaning back on his throne. Those red optics are watching you and your mates. And there’s a hunger on his face that twists inside you. Eyes widening at the sound of Star’s thrusters powering up, you cling to him, legs wrapping more firmly around his waist as he vents as if aggrieved and reaches a hand out for Soundwave to clasp. Eyes closing against a slightly hysterical giggle because you hadn’t realized he could fly when not in his alt mode. And because he’s mass displaced darting out of the bridge, through the halls, spike still buried inside you as he drags Soundwave with him, dangling by a wrist.

• “Stop squirming. It’s not funny,” Starscream snarls as you start laughing, face pressed against his neck. And the sound kills the last of Soundwave’s tension. Because you’re okay. They all are. The secret is out and Megatron hadn’t punished them. Not exactly anyway. Truth be told, he’s almost positive Megatron is interested in you. Not that he’s about to snoop in the warlord’s thoughts or mention that theory to Starscream. No telling how the flighty Seeker might take it. Sharing with him is one thing, forcing him to share with the one mech he despises above all others? He’s afraid Starscream will run with you and he can’t risk that. Won’t lose you.

• Venting tiredly as you keep laughing, one corner of his mouth twitches. Unable to believe you’re okay. Safe. That Megatron had watched him frag you. That he’d dressed you in that sheer, revealing outfit as a punishment. Can hear your chains sliding against his chassis where you’re clinging to him and he’ll need to remove them. Though, using them to bind your arms over your head does have a certain appeal. As does fragging you while in the air. Though you might be upset if he let go of Soundwave to do it. At any rate, he’s going to take full advantage of being mass displaced. Take his time with you.

• Tossing a leg over the arm of his throne, Megatron stares at the ceiling. King of nothing but sorrow. Destroyer of worlds, including his own. Frustration leaving a bitter taste on his glossa, he covers his face with a hand and laughs. Because he can see those defiant eyes when his optic shutter. Hear those needy sounds. That hungry dissatisfaction spreading through his lines and digging into his spark. Wanting something he shouldn’t.

Previous

[growth-opportunities]

A flat-chested woman wants her cosplay of busty anime characters to be as accurate as possible.

It had been an exhausting day. The panels, the artists alley, the games. Sure, Morgan had narrowly missed out on tickets to the upcoming premiere of Suit & Tie: Salaryman to the Rescue to someone in a low-poly robot costume but the con had been incredibly fun and that was the most important thing. Her legs ached as she trudged down the hallway to her hotel room, relief washing over her as she heard the door unlock. Her bed, freshly made, looked so inviting, careful to flop down on her back. She couldn't help a smile as she felt her breasts slosh on her chest for the first time in her entire life. The massive breastforms she needed to complete her costume from I Used to Live a Boring Life but now I Do the Demon King's Accounting were easily the most expensive part of her costume but, by god, did they make her feel good.

Her flat chest never got much attention. Her breasts were just... not there. Not 'small', not 'petite', non-existent. Morgan had learned not to trust people who said that they liked small breasts or that "all breasts are good, regardless of size", their look of disappointment revealing the truth. And there would be some twinges of that pain when she finally took off the breast forms, but at least she had one day of sexiness. In one act, she had gone from flat chested to being bustier than every girl that had ever made fun of her combined. The company that made them didn't even bother assigning them a cup size like the rest of their models; it was just "Humongous". They dominated Morgan's otherwise slender, diminutive frame, but neither she nor anyone else had a complaint about that. She rather liked being a short stack, even if she was ridiculously top-heavy. A part of her wished... Morgan chuckled at her own silliness, breathing out a deep sigh. Things just didn't work that way.

With a few hup!s to build momentum, Morgan pushed herself up to her feet to start the process of changing into pyjamas. She started with the easy stuff, pulling off the brightly colored wig to reveal her mousy brown hair, running a hand through it to get it to unstick from where it matted to her scalp. Colored contacts were retrieved, albeit a bit clumsily, revealing her natural rich brown (now slightly red) eyes. The process came to a halt as she emptied her pockets, finding the tarnished coin once more. The woman who gave it to her was incredible. A witch cosplay, though from what series, Morgan couldn't say. The staff had an ethereal air to it that was almost mesmerizing and the way the woman embodied the spookiness, that power... The words 'step on me, mommy' had popped, spontaneously, into Morgan's head, thankfully unspoken. But, instead of that treatment, the witch simply pressed this coin into Morgan's palm before walking off, a knowing smile on her lips. Morgan didn't see the woman through the rest of the day, but it was a big convention center. The dim light of the hotel room caught on the grooves of the coin as she turned it over in her hand. A faint, shimmering green emanated from the coin. It was impressive dedication to whatever character. The coin was heavy and it felt old, worn smooth by eons. Or a rock tumbler. Either way, it was a good memento. Morgan squeezed the coin tightly in her hand, bringing it up to her lips. "Fuck... I wish I could make my outfits look that real."

With an envious shrug, trying to seem casual about it, Morgan placed the coin on her nightstand alongside her phone, wallet, and credential lanyard. She felt a slight shifting on her chest, a new weight, but she just chalked it up to exhaustion and the fact that she had been sweating like crazy under the form; it did not breathe well. Her trousers came down, shimmying her narrow hips and trying her best to savor the sloshing of her breasts, a feeling that she knew would soon be a memory. The shirt was next, taking one last look at her cleavage before removing it. Ah well. It was fun while it lasted. She made a mental note to check their website about discoloration, pulling her arms inward to remove-

...

Next to be removed was the breast form, which-

...

A look of confusion flashed across Morgan's face. Was she that exhausted that she couldn't find the arm hole? She marched over to the small bathroom, having to turn sideways to fit through the door. The sterile light that flooded the room at the flick of the switch made Morgan flinch but, as her eyes adjusted, her jaw dropped.

The edges were completely smooth. Around her shoulders, around her neck, at her waist. It was just... skin, no different than any other part of her. Her mind reeled at the possibilities, wondering if her sweat had just made it stick to her, but no matter how much she clawed at the places where the edges had been some twelve hours ago, the silicone didn't come up. All of that motion had made the breasts wobble which was what drew Morgan's attention. They didn't slosh like fake, inflated tits. They sloshed like real ones. Real tits with heft and weight and made of real skin and flesh. The perfectly rounded, slightly shiny nipples that had capped the breastform when she bought it were gone, replaced with ones that, well, that looked a lot like her own. Just bigger. She reached a timid hand out to one, not an easy feat considering her size, only to moan, clapping her other hand over her mouth, as she gave the nipple a good squeeze. Her knees almost gave out under her, catching herself on the vanity. If she had fallen all the way to the floor, she might not have been able to get back up again. These were her tits. They were a part of her. She could feel them! They were huge and heavy and sexy and they felt so fucking good. Morgan didn't know whether to cry or moan. She staggered back to the bed, sitting on the edge and feeling her breasts fill her lap. Her breasts. She still couldn't get over it. She knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth but still, the curiosity over what had happened to her stuck in her mind. Right up until the light caught-

The coin!

Morgan nearly fell off the bed reaching for it, just barely stopping herself in time. As she turned it over in her hand, the green glow was gone. It felt lighter, too, though that might just have been in comparison to the new weight on her chest. She bit her lip, smiling, bringing the coin up to her lips to kiss it, offering thanks for everything it had done for her. She wasn't so shallow to think that finally growing tits would fix all of her problems, but it certainly helped with some of them. She giggled, enjoying the sight of her breasts, her tits wobbling with her motions. A single finger traced down the deep line of her cleavage, Morgan moaning as she pushed it between her massive breasts. If she ever met the witch again, she'd have to think of some way to repay her...

[covetyou]

single rider

ao3 ⋆ main masterlist

pairing: Dieter Bravo x gn!reader  rating: teen (18+ only blog!)  warnings: broken theme park rides, fluff, hand holding, scared!Dieter, Cliff Beasts slander, swearing, seriously so much hand holding though. word count: 2.5k  summary: Not a thing goes wrong when you visit a theme park for festive fun with friends. Not a single thing at all.

A/N: happy dieter bravo brainrot club secret santa-mas @burntheedges! I'm so sorry this is basically at the last possible minute (15 minutes late, actually). The spoon drawer is empty and I'm working with forks rn.

I took liberties with your "accidentally booked the same rental" and "randomly assigned tour buddies" prompts and mashed them up with the real life experience of getting stuck on Toy Story Mania for like 10 minutes in 2023 (let me tell you, that music does NOT stop). it makes sense, I promise.

 @dieterbravobrainrotclub

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The time mocks you, numbers glaring down bright in the darkness. Seventy-Five minutes. Over an hour of your time. In a queue.

Another day, it'd be funny. Another day, you'd have the time to spare, no friends waiting in the parking lot for you to ride the one thing they all refused to. You suppose that's what you get for coming here with a bunch of thrill seekers.

You didn't really understand their objection. The thing had thrills and excitement, just not the kind that would flip you upside down and launch you into the air at a million miles an hour. It wasn't old and decrepit like some other rides.

Okay, so it wasn't exactly new, either. Or good. You knew that.

But you liked it. You liked the jaunty music and the silly little shooting game - pelting eggs at anything and everything that popped up as you slowly trundled through scene after scene. It was charming. Nostalgic, somehow, despite only being something you ever experienced as an adult. It was exactly what you needed after an entire evening of listening to your nearest and dearest scream themselves hoarse on rollercoasters.

But seventy-five fucking minutes? Was it worth seventy-five minutes?

The people still joining the queue seem to think so. The bored looking attendant waving them through seems less thrilled, staring into the middle distance as they absentmindedly wave group after group into the line.

That was just the thing. Even on a regular day, the queue was something to behold. It was cheesy and tacky and glorious, everything you wanted just about every day of the year. But, every year, they did something special for the holidays. A festive overlay like you've never seen. Gaudy and horrendous in all the right ways, and part of you just needed to see it.

"Single-riders can queue over there."

It takes you a moment to realize the monotone drone of the ride attendant is directed at you, standing frowning up at the sign that now reads eighty minutes.

The attendant speaks again, waving one hand to guide yet more people into the rapidly growing queue, while thrusting a thumb over to another sign - arrow pointed away from the main queue - that says single rider.

"But does it -" you start, before that same monotonous drawl cuts you off.

"Still got the decorations."

Naturally, you don't even think before you're moving. Even when the single-rider line looks supiciously like an emergency exit.

It's not. It's everything you hoped. You track alongside the queues and groups, music blaring and people laughing and chattering over it all. Outdated animatronics from all over the park sit in here, draped in holiday outfits, santa hats flopping around on their stuttering heads.

And then, once you've breezed past all eighty minutes of queue in no time at all, you make it to the front of an empty line, feeling like you've cheated the system and screwed over all the people infinitely more patient than you.

"Six to a car! Split up your groups! Six to a car! Three each side!"

You know the drill, even if the other people do not. Groups of four trying to scramble to fit into sides with only three launchers and not nearly enough ass space. Others getting split awkwardly between multiple cars. All while you stand, and wait, for whatever space you might be slotted into.

It takes all of two minutes. You missed who loaded into the front side of your car - too busy grinning to yourself at a particularly shitty animatronic and the absolutely not PG way it's moving in it's old age - but you're being called over and loaded into the car and whisked away to the training room in no time, the little jerking goblin soon forgotten.

And fuck is it just as delightful as you'd hoped.

Baubles and ornaments replace the eggbasket - each one smashing against targets as they hit home, no bursting yolk in sight. The car spins and turns with each new room, and you're poised and ready to begin firing each time, jingling bells and twinkling lights guiding you through scene after scene.

Even if you waited eighty minutes, it would've been worth it, you think as the car flips again, sliding you to one side as you begin shooting again, the sounds of giggles and shouts from other cars drowned out by your own laughter.

The score on your screen rapidly increases. You miss the hot air balloon, but you knock back the snowman with an ornament straight to the head. The big 1000 pointer just escapes you, but you nail three 750s in quick succession. You don't hear the swearing from your car mate, back to back and shielded from each other as you both are.

You're so lost in it, racking up points and taking in the music and carnage in front of you, that you're still shooting when the lights dim and the swaying car grinds to a halt. The launcher in your hand becomes unresponsive, the music going around and around in a loop as other cars start to look around with the same question in their eyes as you.

What the fuck is going on?

"Sit tight, the ride will begin moving again shortly!"

You don't believe the automated voice coming through the loud speaker the first time, and you certainly don't believe it the fifth. After eight minutes, you're starting to understand just why the queue was so long in the first place.

Then, just as you tap out a frantic message to your waiting friends, your car starts to rock and shuffle, your unseen car-mate moving around behind you.

"Hello?" comes a man's voice, just about audible over the repeated cycle of music.

"Anyone there?" he asks, a knock to the back of his seat making your turn in yours.

"I'm here."

You expect to make small talk with the unseen stranger until the ride starts moving again. You expect to never see his face and just shout over the music, between the calls of the automated message, having a stilted conversation until you're both back to shooting again.

You don't expect the ride car to sway again, or to hear scrambling feet on plastic, and you certainly don't expect to first seen an arm, then a foot, then a scruffy head, clamber around the side of the car, feet not touching the ground as he switches sides to sit right next to you.

"Thank fuck," he says breathlessly when he plops himself next to you in the car, looking around with frantic, terrified eyes.

You gape at him. Usually you'd be scared of a strange man climbing into your ride car, but his own look of terror far eclipses yours and, beyond that, you're certain you know him from somewhere.

"Are you okay?" you ask tentatively when his eyes shoot from side to side at the start of another loop of that music, once jaunty and cheesy in a fun way, now infuriating and borderline creepy.

"No!" he says. "Have you seen this shit?"

He finally looks at you - you definitely know him from somewhere - and you're stunned. He's a mess of scruffy, curly hair and patchy beard. He might be tanned in other lighting, but right now he just looks a splotchy mess of technicolor wearing loungewear and, fuck, is he beautiful.

Another sudden burst of color - a light glitching and resetting, yet again - and he recoils in the seat next to you.

"Oh fuck no. This is some Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory shit," he shouts, gripping the bar in front of him with white knuckles. He's looking around frantically, as if terrorized by the idea of Santa on his sleigh, until a jaunty looking snowman pops up and has Dieter throwing himself back in his seat with a yelp.

"The one with Gene-"

"Yes the one with Gene Wilder, there is no other."

He's holding himself now. It's surprisingly endearing watching him restrain himself from gripping onto you, and instead clutching his hands tightly to his arms, while he shakes his head and mutters something about how he can't believe this.

"Scared?" you probe, and he shakes his head again.

"You cannot tell me this isn't nightmare fuel."

You shrug. "I like the ride."

"So do I, but this," he says, flapping around to the swirling lights, "is not what I signed up for. I queued an hour for this. I've had bad trips better than this. This would be better on a bad trip."

The announcement sounds again - shortly feeling like more and more of an infuriating lie each time you hear it - and the man takes a deep breath, slouching back into the seat, releasing his arms, and gripping the plastic edge of it.

You don't know what compells you. You never would do something like this usually - you are a strictly hands-off person where strangers or vague acquantances are concerned. Still, you reach for his hand where it sits near to you on the plastic bench seat, and grip it softly in your own.

"What - What're you doing?" he asks, letting his hand sit limp in yours.

You clear your throat and stare ahead at the repeating scene on the screen - hot air balloon, target, Santa's sleigh, snowman, fireworks, hot air balloon, target, Santa's sleigh...

"Holding your hand."

He nods, as if that's all he needed to know, and looks ahead too, shuffling a little in his seat. You both watch another full cycle, the lights dancing in the same exact pattern they have over, and over again, and you think this must be how you go insane, sat trapped here on a ride car with a beautiful, if slightly unhinged, strangers hand in yours.

"Why?"

You blink. You're stupid. You're weird. You're unhinged. He climbed around the side of the car and yet you've out-stranged him in one simple movement, and now you're stuck here, committed to the bit until -

"You're scared. It's nice to have someone when you're scared," you say quickly, uncertain as you possibly could be as the words tumble out of your mouth. In truth, you don't really know why you did it, or why you're still doing it, other than he seemed like he needed it. And maybe you did too.

He just grunts, and you sit in as much silence as you can among the repetitive chaos of the ride.

Then, with no warning, he starts moving his thumb, stroking the side of your hand in a gentle wave of movement. Your breath catches, and you watch from the corner of your eye as his nervous energy dissipates until he slouches against the seat of the car.

"Dieter. I'm D - fuck - Dieter," he says softly, a red and green light blasting him right in the face and making him wince.

But then it hits you. Not the light - that, thankfully, stays on the other side of the car, blinding a squinting Dieter beside you.

No. It's this man. Dieter. You know him. You've seen him on your TV about a million times this last month - that shitty movie always plays just before Christmas, and this year is no exception. The movie was terrible, for all you'd seen of it. It was some ensemble cast mostrosity with terrible CGI monsters and even worse acting, not at all festive in the slightest and made even more annoying by the ads littered throughout it.

From what you remember, he was terrible too. An Oscar winning actor, cast in some movie so shitty it didn't even gain a cult following. The only thing you heard was any good was the documentary that came out of it, but if your friends were to be believed, that was only good because of copious amounts of explosions and illicit substances.

He sighs, easily spotting whatever baffled look just slapped you in the face the moment you realised his identity, and looks away from you.

"Yeah, that Dieter."

"Cool," you choke out.

Because it kind of is. It's not every day you get stuck on a ride with a famous actor. It's not every day you get to hold his hand and have him stroke soothing circles across your knuckles. It's not every day you get to see just how much more beautiful he is up close compared to his slick-haired, eyelinered counterpart in that god damned movie.

"Sit tight, the ride will begin moving again shortly!"

"Bullshit," he grumbles from beside you, shifting closer to your side so he can rest your arm against the seat.

"Favorite food?" you ask suddenly.

"What?"

"Favorite food? Time's gonna pass anyway, may as well fill it with something that isn't hot air balloon, target, sleigh, snowman -"

"I hate that fuckin' snowman. Tacos. Yours?"

"Who doesn't love tacos."

The ride never does get started again.

Instead, minutes pass, and you throw question after question back and forth with Dieter. The lights go out. He grips your hand a little tighter, and you pull to scoot him a little closer. The lights come up. The spell is broken. The nightmare is over. You're fairly sure you'll have that song ringing in your ears for weeks.

You still hold his hand.

One by one the ride cars are evacuated. Yours is last. Dieter helps you down from the car, his hand finding yours again, still warm from being in his for so long.

Then, you're walking beside an illuminated track and blank screens, abandoned ride car after abandoned ride car, and you're free, with Dieter by your side.

You escape via the gift shop - the novelty toys and candy ignored, Dieter's hand guiding you toward the exit so he can throw his head back in glee at the sight of the wide open sky above him.

In your pocket, your phone buzzes frantically, messages bombarding you now that you weren't trapped in the depths of a metal building. 6 new messages. 2 missed calls. Your friends, still waiting in the parking lot, trying to reach you while the lights blared and the music played.

>>did the ride eat you?

>>if she doesn't hurry up i'm gonna eat her

>>sorry I get grouchy when I'm hungry

>>have you got locked in the bathroom again?

>>THE QUEUE IS OVER AN HOUR?!>!?!?!

>>this egg game owes us dinner

"You want tacos?" Dieter asks from beside you as you hastily tap out a reply, and before you can answer you look up to see him striding away into the crowd, parting the stream of foot traffic with his broad frame until it engulfs him.

You can't help the feeble whimper that escapes you when you watch him walk away. Or the way your arms fall limply to your side when he's out of your view and gone.

You can't help the smile, either, that pulls at your cheeks when he bobs and weaves back through the crowd, stopping a few steps away and jabbing the thumb on one hand over his shoulder and holding the other out to you.

"You coming?" he shouts, with an expectant look on his face, and with a swipe of your thumb, the message is deleted, quickly replaced by another as you make your way toward him, hand reaching for his.

>you guys go ahead, I'm gonna be a while longer

[rosiarie]

2025 intentions

this year was a blur for me. i've died and been reborn more times than i can count. in all, 2024 was a year of change. i learned so many things, fell in love for the first time, and i've changed as a person. i was my most happiest and the most sad i've been. what i've learned is that time waits for no one, and in the time that i am alive, i want to live a life i am proud of. to be pure in the face of adversity is a strength i wish to keep. <3

here are my intentions for 2025:

quotidian:

wake up early - my earliest class next quarter is a 12 am, so i want to wake up early enough to eat breakfast at the dining commons and before the bathrooms are cleaned - around 9:10 am - to get ready for the day. i've noticed that my best days are the days i wake up early, wear a well-planned outfit, pack my bag diligently, and eat breakfast. i feel like i haven't wasted the day.

eat 3 meals a day - i struggled with eating breakfast as a first year my first quarter since i had a 10 am and breakfast closes at 11 am, so i skipped my breakfast every day. i only ate breakfast four or three times! counting weekends too. this is clearly unhealthy, and i noticed it took a toll on my health, sleeping schedule, and academic life.

sleep before 12 pm - my sleeping habits have been soso unhealthy and doom scrolling has just worsened it. i will allow myself the pleasure of still doom scrolling some nights, but i will not allow myself to sleep late anymore. it is very unhealthy, and it wrecks the rest of your next day, too.

journal daily - journaling daily was never one of those things i cared for. i've always cared about journaling, but i've always prioritized journaling as a weekly chore. i want to start journaling every night, at least three sentences, about something that stood out to me about the day. un petit souvenir à souvenir. i always journal in a narrative sense (i can make a post more on this!) rather than a "what i did today" which i am so glad i do because it makes reading back so much more fun!

read every other day - i've (so far.. there's still a few more days of 2024!) read 19 books in 2024, which to some may be a grand lot, but i have read so much more in the past! i do enjoy reading so much, but it feels more like a hobby now than a habit (which it used to be). i used to enjoy reading in the sense of just immersion, and i would pick any random story i was curious about. nowadays, i seem to find myself reading only one genre, which i want to change. in 2025, i plan to read more nonfiction texts and other genres; books that'll teach me things as well as novels for pleasure.

gym 4x a week - it's true what they say, physical exercise 100% helps boost serotonin levels and health in general! going to the gym more will help my mood, sleep, and confidence. i want to work on my body before summer, and look as good as i feel. i believe in myself to gain the body i want!

less partying - as a college freshman, you are kind of pressured to go out and party (mostly by your own fomo than from other people). it's what you think you're supposed to like. but i've come to my own conclusion that though partying can be fun, it's not something that i want to continue to do every friday. being hungover on saturday, not being able to do any work, and cramming all of sunday evening has been damaging to both my health and grades. i want to set my intentions of going out better, maybe once or twice a month when i know i can relax or genuinely want to. even if i feel like "i've earned it", if i don't really want to experience the side effects, i won't. that also makes partying during special occasions like halloweekend, st. fratty's day, and sorority/frat mixers to name a few more fun !

less entertaining things not meant for you - as a college freshman, i've had countless guys coming up to me, dming me, and asking me out. i either refrain from dming them back or softly reject them. but with some, i have talked to a little or gone on a date or two. though it's good practice, honestly, it was a waste of time. like any girl, i would love to have a caring and intelligent bf, but it isn't something i want to actively seek. my education and self-improvement have to be at the forefront of my mind, and i'm taking men out of the picture. until i meet the right man who meets all my qualifications, no matter how good-looking or charming a guy is, if his intentions aren't pure and his presence is not bringing actual value into my life, i'm not entertaining it no longer.

academic:

start early on new material before class - there was a girl in one of my classes last quarter that told me she would review the chapter before our prof went over it in class. i told myself, i'm going to do that now! but i never did. she understood the concepts soo well in that class, and i want to implement this trick to help me next quarter too!

pack my bag the night before - i'm always missing my hand cream or a water bottle in my bag when i pack it before class. doing this saves sm time and is much more efficient than running out of your door late!!

study everyday - no more cramming - i've always been a procrastinator and crammer. i fooled myself into thinking studying the few days before helped better, but honestly, that only helped my short-term memory retention skills. long-term understanding > short-term memory. i mainly want to study economics daily, but also languages, such as retaining french (non-native but fluent) and learning chinese (beginner!).

more study dates - now this can get a little iffy because sometimes studying with friends leads to being distracted from your work. but personally, i've spent my first quarter as a college freshman studying mostly with myself. i regret this so much because it is so fun when you do study with friends [that know when to lock in]. eating afterwards, getting a sweet treat, chatting a little, are all ways to keep yourself sane while studying.

anyways,

that's all for today. let me know what kind of posts you guys are interested in from me. this is my first "real" tumblr blog post, so pls be nice lol ! i would love to hear from you guys :) i will probably post 2-3x a week.

remember that you are protected. no weapon formed against you shall prosper. bisous!

[konnosaurus]

after all this time working on them, konno finally has humanisations!! just these guys for now but there will indeed be more to come. i've had so much fun with these so i hope that you guys like them :3 they Will be showing up alongside my engine stuff hehe!

i'm gonna stick some design notes under the cut in case anyone is interested!:

thomas:

actually the last of these i designed. as always, i find him Difficult, but i am happy with what i have done :3

the bracelet around his ankle was made by percy- james and percy also have them, just in different places. thomas doesn't like things around his wrists or arms in general (no tight sleeves, either!) so has his on his ankle!

originally the jacket was a non-zipped hoodie but it didn't feel Dynamic enough for him, so i decided to go for the open jacket look. it feels more active- perfect for the cheeky lad himself.

he does know how to tie his laces, he just Cannot Be Bothered.

edward:

this design came the most naturally. i didn't really have to do any second guessing or anything- edward is edward and he just felt like edward to me!

of these seven, he is the only one who wears glasses. he is NOT, however, the only one who needs glasses. gordon, james and emily should heed his advice and get some themselves (they will not.)

originally his trousers were going to be a much darker brown, but the lighter just felt a lot more old-man-comforting which i feel fits his pizazz better.

henry:

henry :3

henry is the sort of person to have a little bag that just contains like,, Anything that one could need in a situation. you require an item? henry has it!

the long skirt was initially alllll the way to the floor, but i wanted to show a bit of boot to make it just,, lightly more practical than a full floor-length one. it is a very swishy skirt.

henry has my favourite face/hair design of them all i just love how poofy the hair is and the little EXPRESSIONNNN!

gordon:

mr professionally dressed!

he wears old man shoes because i can't imagine gordon not wearing old man shoes even though he does not consider himself an old man. someone calls them old man shoes and he goes home and cries.

he's got some Muscle to him- beneath those sleeves he has got the p o w e r. also a bit of chink- not all that much, but he is noticably Wide as well as Tall.

james:

my favourite design for my favourite little lad!

i wanted him to be flashy but not Overly obnoxious- his vest is bright and his jewelry is dramatic but he also has some more muted colours. having a scheme is very important to him- the only thing that breaks it is the friendship bracelet from percy that he has on his wrist.

he has long boots because he would have long boots <3

the red strips in his hair are entirely just because he wants to be more red and more colour coordinated.

percy:

his trousers brush the floor because he is not the tallest and the ones he liked weren't quite the right lengths. so many people he knows could shorten them for him but he actually quite likes them like that.

percy gets freckles just because i wanted him to have them hehehe no other reasoning!

his green is a lot more yellowy and bright than henrys more dull and sappy greens, and his red is a lot deeper than henrys more pinky red.

his bag has his little friendship charm on the buckle. he doesn't wear it as a bracelet like thomas or james do- it stays on his bag because he loves his bag and is never without it.

emily:

despite her engine being a dark green, her main outfit piece (the dungarees) is a lighter green. this is Entirely just because i liked how it looked better.

her boots have detailing meant to be like her great race livery!

emily had one of the easiest outfits for me to design- she just feels like a dungaree sort of gal to me, and i just worked from there! the little gold patterns on her dungaree pocket are meant to reflect the big ol wheel pattern on the stirling single.

and there we have it!

[wayward-dreamer]

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

Square/s filled: dirty talk @jacklesversebingo |

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader

Word count: 3,820

Summary: After being forced to at least wear Santa's hat if not the full costume at the Vought Christmas party, Soldier Boy catches the eye of the alluring assistant from Hero Management. Despite the embarrassment, it just might work out in his favor. Set in mid 70s.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drug use, misogyny, objectification of f!reader, smut: dirty talk, sexual Christmas innuendos, (1) titty slap, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroating, SB spits in reader's mouth, v fingering, spanking, spit as lube, brief anal play, unprotected sex (reader is on some form of BC, but wrap it up people), couch sex, rough sex, cream pie. I hope that's everything, lmk if there's anything I missed pls!

A/N: Requested by @kamisobsessed, I'm sorry it took so long! I tried getting this done before Xmas but it was a crazy time as you can imagine. Anyway, I hope you like it! This is the most fun I've had writing SB and I just hope that it's worked out well. Happy reading everyone! Unbeta'd.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year…

Well that was total horseshit.

It was far from wonderful, especially when the Vought Christmas party came around and all the supes were obligated to attend. Even worse when one of them was forced every year to be Santa for the night, and that year the unnecessary honor had fallen to him. He had never put himself up for the stupid task, so of course he was left to believe that one of the higher ups at the company had whispered it in Hero Management’s ear, and now he had to deal with the embarrassment.

Pushing his hair back, Soldier Boy placed the red velvet hat trimmed with white faux fur back on his head, picking up the glass of Bourbon and throwing it back. He motioned to a waiter for a refill, receiving it from the tray instantly as he placed the empty tumbler back. He had made it clear that if management wanted him to be part of the event then the hat was the only part of the costume he was agreeing to, and knowing they had no place to argue with his status within Vought, they said nothing. He would’ve preferred not to do this, but it seemed a contractual requirement for all of them and there was no way he was risking any income he gained from it.

He was far from a Scrooge; he just wished he could blow off this snooze fest and start his infamous afterparty early.

He watched as guests gathered in groups of three or four, scattered around the huge foyer with drinks in hand. He found himself in brief, random conversations as he moved around the room, everyone wishing him well for the holidays. He always reciprocated the sentiments, but he wasn’t sure he ever meant them. Truthfully, it was the easiest way to get out of conversations.

He just knew he needed to get through another hour or so of this before the real fun could start.

He also knew he was far too sober for this party, the Bourbon not doing enough at this point of the night. He needed a hit and he needed it soon. Excusing himself from a mundane discussion about Vought’s profits, he sauntered through the crowd as he scanned the room for a quiet corner. As his eyes moved over people, they landed on a particular figure, draped in a sequined emerald green, long sleeve dress. It hit the floor, the high slit giving him a glimpse of a gold platform heel as it ascended up her smooth leg to the upper thigh, with a deep v-neckline down the valley of her chest making him practically salivate as he saw the curve of her breast.

The outfit along with the sultry, smokey make-up would’ve made her completely unrecognizable if he didn't see her face everyday as an assistant to Hero Management. The way she looked was a far cry from the powersuits and pencil skirts he was used to seeing on her, her usual attire work appropriate but also hiding her best assets. Though the skirts did a lot of her ass when he couldn’t help but watch her bend over to pick up something.

He continued to watch her as she chatted with some guy from the department, unable to think of his name when all he could think about was how to get her out of that dress. Luckily she gave the guy a small nod before he left, finishing off the last drops of champagne in the coupe glass. He waved a waiter over who was carrying a tray of champagne, telling him to take it over to her. He observed her as she smiled softly, accepting the drink as the waiter no doubt told her it was from him like he asked him to. Her gaze drifted over the guests, locking with his instantly. He tipped his glass at her before he took a sip of the amber liquid, a smirk pulling at his lips as her bottom one tucked between her teeth. This was going to be too easy.

Slowly, with that intimidating gait of his, he crossed the room towards her. She glanced behind before she began to walk away, looking over her shoulder invitingly as she climbed up the staircase to the second floor of the grand foyer into a corner out of the party’s vantage point. She situated herself in front of one of the big windows overlooking the city’s sparkling lights, pulling out a silver cigarette case from her purse, along with her light. She placed one between her red stained lips, lighting up. She blew the plume of smoke out with a tilt of her head, but her eyes remained on him as he loomed closer.

“Got another one of those?” he asked as he stopped a few inches from her.

Offering him one and handing over her lighter, she watched as he lit it and took a long drag, blowing out the large puff. Her gaze remained on him but drifted up, letting out a small huff of a laugh at the Santa hat adorning his head.

“How’d they manage to convince you to do that?”

He shrugged as he leaned against the railing, facing her. “It’s the only thing I agreed to.”

“Not one for Christmas, huh?” she pondered.

“Oh, I got plenty of Christmas spirit in me, sugar,” he smirked. “Just ask, and you can find out how much.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. “It’s not gonna happen, Ben.”

“I saw that look in your eye when you walked over here, Y/N,” he stated, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denied, taking a sip of champagne.

He grinned. “That’s cute, doll, but you’re not fooling me. I bet there’s a mess between your legs that says otherwise.” 

She felt her inner walls clench at his words, a heat pooling in her core. With another pull from the cigarette, she met his eyes. “If there was… what would you do about it?”

He leaned in closer, his green orbs roaming over her features. “Depends on whether you’ve been a good girl this year.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “What if I haven’t?”

“Well, you might have to take Santa’s big candy cane down that tight throat,” he suggested, smirking as he wiggled his eyebrows.

She giggled slightly, a combination of nerves, arousal and amusement. “Seems a little selfish. It’s the season of giving, you know.”

“Season of giving you my dick, maybe,” he whispered, their faces close.

She snorted, biting her lip as she felt herself close to giving into him. “You’re really committed to this bit.”

“So, what do you say we get outta this fucking pathetic excuse of a party and you can take a little ride to the North Pole,” he husked, staring into her eyes. “Or let me come down your chimney?”

“You’re insane,” she whispered, shaking her head.

He found his smile widening despite her words. He never let anyone speak to him like that and was always quick to lay down his authority over them, but considering he could see her resolve slipping with each word, each nervous breath that escaped her as he moved closer to her, he let it slide. They had spoken a handful of times over the years, he had even flirted because that came naturally to him, but this was the first time he got a proper reaction from her. He had to wonder if she kept her true thoughts hidden just like her work attire kept her from showing off everything he could see now in front of him.

Y/N observed him for a moment, thinking about what he was implying. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew what he and other supes got up to after hours. That was part of the job in Hero Management anyway: damage control for the talent. She had always been curious about what they did, especially when gossip would circulate around the office for a few hours before everyone knew they had to shut up and keep up appearances. She brought the glass in her hand to her lips, tilting her head back as she skulled the rest of the drink, putting out her cigarette in it. Her decision was made.

“Lead the way.”

He chuckled as he did the same with his Bourbon, dropping his cigarette into the tumbler. Taking both of her glasses in one hand and linking his other arm with hers, he guided her down the stairs, leaving the glasses on the bottom one as they walked out of the room. They moved down the hallway to the elevator, waiting for it to stop after he pressed the button. As soon as it opened, he pulled her in, pressing the button for the 40th floor. She breathed in deeply, letting it slow as she tried to calm herself down. He looked down at her, smirking as he reached into the pocket of his suit and taking out a small box. He saw the way she watched him like a hawk as he took off his glove, flipped the lid open, tapped some of the white powder along his fist and brought it up to his nose. He sniffed as he threw his head back, repeating the process with his other nostril before he peered back at her. Her gaze shifted between him and the box, a silent question in her eyes. He lifted an eyebrow as he tapped the substance onto his fist again, holding it closer to her. Nervously, she leaned down and snorted the powder, pinching her nose as she stood up straight, feeling the itching burn. Recovering quickly, she took another hit from the opposite side before she could hesitate.

“I… I don’t feel anything,” she muttered a moment later.

He guffawed, leaning down as their lips hovered close to each other. “Give it a minute, doll.”

His mouth crashed onto hers as he pulled her roughly against him, a surprised gasp escaping her as she grabbed onto his shoulders. The elevator dinged as the doors opened to the floor, and they stumbled out, clumsily making it down to his loft apartment. He threw the door open as they remained in a lip lock, pushing her up against the wood just as he shut it, her purse falling at her feet. Her hands struggled to hold onto him, her fingers slipping against the fabric as his arms wrapped tighter around her, his growing erection trapped under the material of his pants as he rubbed against her. His plump lips moved along hers, their tongues meeting in a searing kiss before he ripped his mouth away and left a trail down her jaw, biting and sucking at her neck as he continued to drift down. He licked down the deep opening of her dress, his hand coming up and peeling the fabric to the side to give him access to the swell of her breast. A loud moan escaped her as he sucked the stiff peak into his mouth, roughly circling his tongue over it.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed, feeling a new sensation joining what he was doing to her. It was something she had never felt before, completely foreign to her before she realized the drug was kicking in.

He let go of the pebbled bud with a wet pop, looking into her eyes as he grinned. “There it is.”

Taking her hands in his, he dragged her away from the door and further into the apartment near the living area. He yanked the other side of her dress to display her whole chest to him, palming the soft tits. His thumb flicked over her nipples, her eyes widening as she whimpered. The sound cut off in her throat before she let out a stunned moan as he lifted both his hands and smacked them down over both breasts, holding onto him so she didn’t fall back from the unexpected feeling it gave her. Her flesh was tingling, a painful sting that turned into pleasurable as it moved in waves through her whole body.

“On your knees,” he ordered, his eyes darkened as he gazed down at her.

She did as she was told, knees on the hardwood floors as the split of her dress fell open and her thick heels dug into the back of her thighs. She watched as he reached down and unzipped his pants, his ungloved hand taking out his hardened length, stroking it slowly. A choked whimper left her as she saw how big he was, the tip red and leaking pre-cum, making her mouth water. Without missing a beat, she leaned forward, dropping her saliva along the length of his cock, softly sucking at the head. She took him in deeper, a soft choke escaping her as it pressed against the back of her throat. She pulled back slightly before sinking her mouth down, building a steady pace, bobbing her head back and forth, circling her tongue around the tip every time she drew back.

“Fuck, doll, that’s it,” he groaned, staring down at her. “Look at me, I wanna see those pretty eyes while you enjoy Santa’s treat for ya.”

A long moan vibrated against his shaft as she gazed up at him, continuing to take him down her throat. He smirked as he saw her dilated pupils, glassy as tears gathered with each swipe of her tongue over his cock. With his gloved hand, he fisted the strands of her hair and held her still, thrusting his hips back and forth swiftly, his length hitting the back of her mouth over and over and making her gag lightly. He pulled her back with the strands, a harsh gasp leaving  her as her lungs burned, breathing heavily. He growled as he leaned forward, a thick glob of his spit collecting before he spat into her open mouth and brought her head back down. She didn’t think something like that could arouse her, but it did and she had no time to question as she sucked at his pulsing girth. The glugging sound grew louder as he continued to fuck her mouth, saliva collecting at the corners of her lips. Tears spilled down her cheeks as the pressure built in her throat, causing her mascara and glittery eyeshadow to run.

“Taking my dick so good, sugar,” he husked, gripping her locks tight. “Spread your legs, want you drippin’ and ready for me…”

She opened her legs, the high split giving her better access as she reached into her black, lace panties and found the bundle of nerves. She could feel how wet she already was, but worked her fingers over her clit regardless as his cock slid between her lips. He groaned as he felt her lips close tighter around him, her eyes fluttering as her hand picked up the pace between her thighs.

“Not so fast,” he said, glaring down at her. “You don’t get to cum yet.”

He stepped back and his length slipped out of her mouth, causing her to breath heavily as she stared up at him. He leaned down and fit his hands under her arms, lifting her up and walking back towards the couch. He turned her around, bending her over the arm of the leather sofa and kicked her legs apart. He reached down and pushed her dress aside, his hands moving over the curve of her ass. He tugged roughly at her panties, the seams giving as he ripped the fabric, tossing it on the floor. A shocked moan left her as she tried to look back at him, biting her lip as she felt him grip her flesh tightly, spreading the globes of her ass. His thumbs stroked over the lips of her pussy, a deep groan vibrating in his chest as her arousal dripped over his digits.

“Knew you were fucking hiding something special under those pantsuits,” he stated, his voice low and gravelly. “This is one gorgeous little pussy you got here, doll. I think she’s ready to be filled with my Christmas spirit.”

His hand smoothed over her skin before he lifted it, striking it down hard. A sound somewhere between a squeak and a moan fell from her lips, it coming out once more as he spanked her again, a little firmer. Just as before, the pain gave way to pleasure as the warmth tingled from the spot where he struck her to the rest of her body. He stood behind her, bending slightly as he dropped a long line of saliva from his mouth onto her folds, rubbing it with his fingers and pressing the tip of his cock at her entrance. A smirk pulled at his lips as his thumb moved up to tease the puckered hole, dipping into the tight ring a little just as he plunged deep into her.

Y/N moaned loudly as he instantly set a brutal pace, her walls clenching around him as thrusted out and back in, moving deeper within her. Her long, red nails dug into the leather of the couch cushion, trying to hold herself up on shaky arms as her whole body shuddered from the impact of his thrusts. He pounded into her, the slap of skin and their sounds of erotic bliss a cacophony that echoed around the room. He grinned as he looked down, hearing the wet squelch of her pussy taking his cock, her arousal turning thicker and whiter as her moans grew louder with each stroke.

“Such a needy little slut, doll. Desperate for me to stuff your stocking, huh?” he asked, chuckling lightly.

She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. “Y-Yes! Need it-”

“I know, sugar, I know. Just need to prove how good you are, don’t ya?”

“Yeah,” she gasped, emphasizing it with a small nod. She had a slight coherence that she probably sounded pathetic at that moment, but she couldn’t care about it when he was making her feel this way.

He laughed harder, almost mockingly. “But you know, a pussy that’s as wet, as tight, as needy as yours… always comes from the naughty list.”

He slammed into her, her eyes flying open as she felt him stretching her walls more, his impressive girth and length reaching places inside she didn’t even think existed. It was overwhelming, the sensation that coursed through along with the drug she had taken. It was too much and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold on.

“Oh, fuck, it’s-it’s so deep,” she moaned, her forehead pressing into the couch. “I-I can’t-”

“Oh, I think you can, doll. Can feel this tight little hole stretching around me, so good at taking my cock,” he husked, emphasizing his words with a powerful smack against her ass.

She shrieked, glancing back at him as she panted. “Ben, please. I need-I need to cum.”

A heat pooled low in her core, feeling her muscles tighten as she grew closer to that inevitable climax, one she already knew would be her undoing in many ways. Now that she had been with him, felt this erotic display of his sheer power, could she ever go back to normal after this?

“You’re almost there, aren’t ya, sugar?” he muttered, squeezing her asscheek. “Wanna see you soak my dick, make a mess on me…”

“So-so close!” she exclaimed, gripping the cushions under for dear life.

He smirked as his pelvis slapped against the curve of her ass, loving the way her walls clenched around him. He felt his cock throbbing inside her, his own imminent release making his hips falter. He leaned over her, his lips close to her ear as a smug smile graced his lips.

“You gonna let me cum inside you, doll? Fill up your stocking with a big present from Santa’s sack?” he whispered, the timbre of his voice rough.

With those words and another thrust of hips, a euphoric wave washed over her as the dam broke, his name ripped from her throat in a wanton cry. Her wetness dripped out of her and around his cock, running down his balls as he gripped her hips tight. He pounded into her once, twice more before his cock pulsed, his neck straining back with a strangled grunt escaping him as long spurts of his cum coated her walls.

Y/N breathed heavily, a soft whine coming from her at the loss of him inside her, turning on wobbly legs to see him tucking himself back inside in his pants. He zipped up and straightened the top of his suit, their eyes meeting when he glanced at her. She smiled softly, moving her hand between her legs and letting out a small sigh at the way his cum dripped out of her. She gathered some of it on her fingers, bringing it to her lips and swiping her tongue across them, moaning at his musky taste.

“Thanks for a white Christmas,” she quipped.

He chuckled, plucking the Santa hat off his head and throwing it on the floor, stroking a hand through his locks. “Pleasure’s all mine, doll.”

She bit her lip as she straightened up, fixing her dress back into place but remained still as she waited for the feeling to return to her legs before she tried walking in her heels again. She eyed him as he took that little box again, catching her looking at him as he waved the little tin at her.

“You know, the afterparty’s about to start in another hour,” he started, sauntering over to her. Peering down into her eyes, he grinned as he raised his eyebrows. “It’ll pass a lot quicker if you’re up for round two.”

“And then you kick me out before the real fun starts?” she jested, resting her hand on his chest.

He shook his head, slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. “Didn’t say anything about you leaving, sugar.”

Her lips pulled up as she felt her cheeks heat up, looking down as he offered her his hand. She slipped her smaller one into his, letting him pull her into his side as he walked out of the living area. His hand left hers and moved up her back, finding the zipper of her dress and pulling it down completely. His lips were instantly at the back of her neck as he guided her towards the bedroom, neither of them ready to come up for air any time soon. In fact, it would be the early hours of the next morning when she’d eventually leave, both of them euphoric and unable to come down from the high of the party, the drugs and the mind blowing orgasms.

Maybe he was wrong all along.

Maybe it really was the most wonderful time of the year.

[stele3]

Had an absolutely fascinating dream. It was kinda a movie trailer, kinda a movie.

Time period is the 1950’s. Young man, played by Kit Connor, drives a blue muscle car down a road, gets pulled over by two police officers. They make conversation, he asks them why they pulled him over, one of them says they could sense he was “trouble,” he smiles and says, “Is that so?” Then he hits the gas. Brief car chase, he sets an ambush and shoots both of them, then arranges their bodies to look like they were killed in the middle of gay sex so that if they’re found, the police will cover it up.

Blue Car arrives in the local town, which is the base of a movie studio for schlocky sci-fi films. Intrigued by the outlandish outfits and sets, he wanders into an open casting call and gets cast in a film due to his good looks, though he openly laughs at the comical props. An experienced actress admonishes him during a smoke break — even as she’s wearing a goofy “alien” mask — but relents when he charms her. Later, another young man who participated in the open casting call but was passed over for being Italian flirts with Blue Car at a bar and the two have a sexual encounter. Blue Car silently contemplates killing him but chooses not to.

On set, the director churning out schlocky sci-fi complains of ennui. Blue Car makes some suggestions that turn the feature into more of a thriller, with Italian Guy in the role of a killer. Alien Lady isn’t happy with the change in tone but agrees to a date with Blue Car anyway. They go to a drive-in movie, where she spends the whole film dissecting how every scene was shot.

At this point the plot got more fragmented. Obviously Blue Car starts killing people involved in the movie, and at one point Alien Lady asks him through panicky breaths, “why — are — you — doing this?” He responds by mimicking her: “because — it’s — fun!”

No idea how the story ends, I woke up before it finished.

[dramaticallytotal]

TDWT Headcanons Pt 3

• Because of his utility belt, Noah now has the nickname Batman to add to his roster of nicknames.

• When Blaineley got on the plane, she tried to find a way to escape before she just accepted her fate and decided to make the announcement for an alliance. It was on her way to find the cockpit that she somehow stumbled into Chris and Chef's private bedroom, where she saw the freaking life-sized framed photo of their wedding day.

• She is literally stunned speechless by the sight and can't help but press the button on the side that plays the wedding march and lights up the LEDs. She says nothing during this. She really has no words, so she just turns to leave and spots Noah sitting on one of the couches just chilling and reading a book. They just look at each other and say nothing.

• She leaves and never speaks about it ever. Noah also never speaks about it.

• Sierra actually smuggled all 22 of her Total Drama Journals. Each one made for each previous contestant, so they are chalk full of information about the person they are dedicated to. Noah is the first one who finds them and is so freaked out by them that he doesn't really know what to do. But then just decided to read them all and learn all the info he can. If he has to compete agai, he's gonna at least try a little.

• I do headcanon that he has an eidetic memory.

• second person to find them was Alejandro, and he starts to copy any info he finds helpful after he bought a notebook at one of their stops. Third was Heather, who also copied any relevant info. Or info she just finds funny enough to blackmail someone with.

• All three, though, are collectively really creeper out and planning on pressing charges after the show. Or at least just restraining orders.

• Eva has a habit of lifting Noah and Izzy as part of her workout. Izzy thinks it's great fun while Noah just kind of accepted his role as weight. It gives him some uninterrupted reading time since no one wants to mess with Eva as she works out.

• Eva and Courtney do tend to bump heads because Eva just kind of naturally starts to lead her team while Courtney considers herself the leader and Heather fully thinks she's leader but pretending to let Courtney be it.

• Izzy made a hideout in the vents, and when Heather went in to go snoop, she accidentally found it and just... ignored it. She will absolutely not acknowledge it.

• For the sake of continuity, every contestant has multiple copies of their "signature" outfits. I.e. the outfits they showed up on camera in for the Celebrity Manhunt reunion. [Specifically their outfits when in the bus chase]

• This is why Noah got away with the utility belt because he argued it was part of his outfit.

• Owen had a dream where Noah was Anastasia, Alejandro was Dimitri, and he himself was Vlad, and he woke up laughing so hard he fell off the bench he was sleeping on and woke everyone up. No one asked what happened because they were all kind of creeped out being awoken by Owen's sleepy giggles and maniacal laughter.

• Trent still has the necklace Gwen gave him and still wears it. It gives him comfort. He does hide it under his clothes, though, and for water challenges, he puts it into his trunks pockets.

• Since Courtney and Duncan made a deal to pretend to break up for the show but refused to act like Duncan cheated on her with Gwen, considering they are all friends. They didn't want to humiliate Gwen that way and have her be a target for hate. They all decided to do a fake cheating scandal where it would just look like something was going on, but the viewers would know no cheating, actually went on.

• They have no idea how to pull this off until Tyler accidentally walked into the confessional and saw what he thought was Duncan and Gwen kissing. In reality, it was just the angle he walked in on, but what was really happening was Duncan and Gwen whispering to each other as Duncan was asking advice on how to "break up" with Courtney. It was a play for the cameras to get the whole break up plot started.

• Tyler mistaking it as a kiss was actually really helpful for the plot, so they played into it with Courtney "believing" they cheated, Duncan trying to explain but getting frustrated and Gwen just being so confused and doing her best to explain too.

• Noah has cargo pants that unzip at the knees to make shorts because I saw someone do that, and I can't remember who but it was genius and I loved it.

• During Blaineley's solo song, everyone looked into the camera like in the office, and the camera men had a hard time keeping the cameras steady because they were laughing so hard.

• The editors keep having to edit out Noah, saying, "Please let this be a normal field trip." And more because Harold thought it was hilarious and started doing it too. Then Cody. Then Trent. Then Bridgette. Then all of them.

• Chris and Chef have to physically restrain themselves when they notice Alejandro flirting with Noah because otherwise they'd jump him. How dare that devilishly handsome Spaniard think he's good enough to flirt with their son- I mean assistant!

• Leshawna and Harold are just friends, but they are those friends who flirt. They decided after Island that they were better as friends but still flirt to either confuse or annoy the others because they think it's funny. Plus, the viewers love it as a lot are still rooting for Lesharold. They play it up for the cameras.

• Eva and Noah sometimes call each other Bro or Sis. Noah fully considers Eva his ninth sister, and his family has totally embraced her and her parents as family. The first time Noah's mom told Eva's parents this, they both cried. Both didn't have any family close by as they were immigrants, and though they were doing fine now, it seemed to have caught up to them of how they struggled and worried. Noah's mom had been totally awesome and just listened and hugged them both. Family dinners were a constant thing now, and they were really fun if not louder.

• Eva loves it. She loves having this big extended family, and she's forever grateful for meeting Noah. She and Noah's older sister Naomi get along so well, considering Naomi is a personal trainer and has been and won Obstacle Course Warrior.

• Eva and Izzy make Noah do small workouts with them in the mornings, and Trent and Tyler ended up joining them. Alejandro just watches and tries not to drool over Noah- I mean, tries not to get too bored!

• Gwen pretends not to watch by sketching. Lindsay doesn't even pretend not to be watching. Hey, she may have to pretend to not know her boyfriend's name, but she can't pretend she doesn't find him hot.

Last Part Next Part

[spear-gsun]

Drew a Renko to go along with the Merry from yesterday

[saradiation]

Hey it's that time of the year again :D

HAPPY 413! 🎂

[puppyeared]

auggie!!

[visionsynth]

for the art requests thing - i would looove to see your take on a phantom of the opera style papa V with a half face mask!

:-]

i am so bad at character design but ill take any excuse to combine my favourite things

[art-from-the-juice-box]

gen loss dump part 2 :]

i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.

[carpisuns]

DJWiFi for @peakwonderfulness! I was your gifter for @mlsecretsanta :D sorry this is a tad late but I hope you enjoy. Happy New Year! Wishing you the best for 2023💜

[puffpawstries]

I'm almost done with Honnos new ref I just add text and stuff and then it should be ready!! HONNO NEW REF WILL BE REAL!!!