#all in all im satisfied with this semi-final

[diathadevil]

Okay but tonight’s semi-final pulls??? Have been actually good.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

friction

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, semi public sex, server!reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, workplace romance

“alright.” you clap your hands together. “where is my trainee?”

“hey.” your eyes widen as you take rafe in, his arms crossed over his wide chest, biceps bulging against the sleeves of the uniform polo.

“wh-what?” you take a staggering step back. 

“won't be here long.” rafe says quickly. “just… got in trouble with my dad.” his voice turns softer, but not for your sake, simply for his pride as he looks around.

“and so you had to get a job here of all places?” you question.

“most fitting for punishment. he said if i last two months then he knows i can commit to something.”

“so you're going to be working here… for two months. great.” you try to add some cheer to your voice, but it certainly fails. it was hard enough when rafe would come in to dine at the country club, having to serve alongside him will certainly be hell.

not that he does anything to intentionally upset you, his very presence gets you frustrated. from the second he walked in and you saw him for the first time, your face got hot and flushed and you had to hide in the walk in freezer to cool yourself down.

“so, where do we start?” rafe asks.

you snap out of whatever thoughts you were having. “your section.” you state, the unofficial leader of the servers, having worked at the country club for by far the longest of all the staff, even outranking your current manager in seniority.

--

“rafe, you're at a month and a half, you're so close.” josh says, eyes glancing between the two of you from the other side of the managers desk. “and y/n, you know better than to argue in front of customers.”

josh stands, hands on his hips. “sasha and i are going to take over your sections while you two… work out whatever is going on. just talk it out then get back on the floor.”

he walks out without another word, leaving you in the office alone with rafe.

“you made me look so fucking stupid in front of my regulars.” you grumble. you asked for something very simple. for rafe to bring your table sparkling waters, and he took them tap instead.

“i didn't know.” rafe huffs back, not turning to fully look at you. “sorry, but you still got your fucking tip.”

“just pay attention next time. i know you don't give a shit about this job but some of us need this paycheck to fucking live.”

“alright, i said fucking sorry.”

“alright.”

you both sit in silence, the time stretching out between the two of you. 

“you're still mad.” rafe states.

“im just… frustrated.” you sigh, wishing you could pinpoint why your stomach always tightens when you're around rafe, why no matter how many shifts you work with him he puts you on edge, makes you act different.

“sounds like you could use some-” rafe cuts himself off.

you snap your head towards him. “some what?”

“i was gonna say some dick.” rafe turns his eyes back forward, even though there's nothing to look at but an empty wall.

“some dick couldn't satisfy me, you guys never make me cum.” you say it to upset rafe, hopefully dig into some insecurity he holds, but rafe just smirks.

“i could make you cum. and then we'd both be less frustrated.”

“both?” you question.

“yeah ‘cause you'd get your o and id finally get to fuck you.”

“i guess the only thing stopping us is locking the office door.” 

you both move rapidly, hands meeting at the same time your lips do as you turn the lock and hear the satisfying click of confirmation. rafe instantly presses you against the door, his mouth devouring yours as his body presses in close.

all rational thoughts go out the window. if you were in your right mind, if rafe didn't drive you so crazy, you would never do something so brazen.

rafe reaches down, one hand delving under your assigned polo shirt while the other grips your ass.

you moan against his lips as his hand covers your bra, fingers quickly pushing the material out of the way to get at your nipple, his palm rubbing against you so perfectly you have no doubt in your mind of how skilled rafe is.

“fuck.” you gasp when his hand gripping your bum moves, somehow managing to get your belt off as he pulls it away, undoing your slacks to reach into your underwear.

he finds your clit and taps at it, teasingly, but with just enough constant stimulation to keep you from crying out as you kiss him, pulling back only to look at his face, the way his eyes have dropped and darkened with pleasure, his mouth pink and wet from your kisses.

“don't stop.” his voice is grisly as he begs, and you lean in and continue to kiss, tongue pushing into rafes mouth and taking dominance, but it's all for naught as his finger on your clit so effortlessly controls your entire body, reading your reactions and what you like most as he rubs and touches.

“need you shirtless.” you tell rafe, tugging at his collar. “take it off.”

rafe doesn't want to pull away, it doesn't seem worth it, but instead of continuing to kiss him, you pull his collar more until he has no choice but to unmold himself from your body and take a step back to toss off his shirt, watching as you do the same, revealing one cup of your bra pushed down to reveal your pert nipple.

rafe moves quick to press his lips against your breast, hands working to undo your bra before he's back inside your pants, circling around your entrance and spreading your wetness up to your clit before continuing to rub, hearing your soft moans and whimpers as he switches to your other breast.

“need your cock.” you beg, but rafe isn't ready yet. he knows it will be the ultimate end to your mutual suffering that was just used to hide your bodies attraction, sexual frustration boiling over.

as much as rafe likes sucking your nipple into his mouth and feeling how warm and soft your skin is, he's desperate to move back to your mouth and swallow more of your moans, not so they don't get heard by your coworkers, but so they can become his and his alone.

“on the desk.” rafe pulls away, and a devious smile comes to your lips, knowing you're about to get what you want.

you push your pants and underwear down your hips in one go as you sit on the desk, glad josh keeps everything clear and clean as you spread your legs, rafes eyes dropping to your pussy.

you chuckle as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, but he doesn't have time for a taste as his hands begin to work on his own clothing until rafe is just as naked as you.

he pauses for a moment, standing a foot away from the desk, his cock standing up, calling out for your pussy. he gives you a look, and you know it's a question. a question you would have raged at fifteen minutes ago but you now know is what you've needed this whole time.

“yes.” you tell rafe. simple. one word. one syllable for rafe to surge forward, his arms around your body as he captures you in another kiss and pushes his cock forward against your entrance, burying himself in one smooth motion.

your head tips back, but rafe follows, hips snapping forward and instantly picking up pace, feeling how wet and warm you are, so good that he can't help his loose tongue.

“feels so good.” rafe grumbles. “can't believe we took so fucking long to do this.”

“maybe if you weren't such a-” you gasp at a particularly hard thrust, your sassy comeback stopping halfway through and quickly leaving your mind all together.

“mhm, that's what i thought.” rafe chuckles, but he's barely handling himself better than you, forcing himself to stay somewhat quiet when really he wants to shout your name for everyone to hear, to know he's claiming you.

“t-touch me again.” you tell rafe, and he knows what you mean, yet he's not ready yet, not ready for this to end, so instead one of his hands moves to your breast while he continues to thrust.

you let out a little growl, tempted to reach down yourself and rub your own clit if rafe is taking so damn long to do it, but both your hands are certainly needed to stabilize yourself against the desk.

“perfect pussy.” rafe says, stating it like it's a fact. it almost makes you laugh, but there's not a hit of humor in his voice, his eyes completely glazed over at this point.

he finally reaches down to your clit, beginning his motions from earlier this time with his thumb, remembering exactly what you like and what gets the biggest moan out of you.

you pussy clenches around rafe and he can tell you won't last long, his own speed increasing as his thumb runs so vigorously he's worried only for a second that he's being too rough before remembering who he's with.

“f-fuck!” you squeal. “rafe!”

your back arches as you cum, entire body shaking as your arms collapse underneath you, falling back against the desk as rafe continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

the feeling of your pussy constricting around him sends him over the edge, filling you up with a grunt and a mumble of your name.

“shit.” you gasp, sitting up as you regain some control of your body. “josh is going to be pissed.”

“hey, he told us to work out our frustrations.”

--

“happy six months.” you poke rafes side, making him flinch and then frown at you as he drops a fork in a clatter back onto the table.

“can't believe i could have gotten away with just two.” rafe sighs dramatically.

“hm, part of me thinks that you purposely got in trouble again so you had to stay working here.” 

“now why would i do that?” rafe smirks, very obviously checking you out, looking past your gleaming name tag declaring your newly promoted position as manager to the cleavage peeking from underneath your top.

“meet me in my office when you're done rolling silverware.” you take a look around the country club restaurant, it's certainly not busy and your other staff can handle it as the night is coming to a close anyways.

“am i getting written up?” rafe questions, smile still on his face.

“no… but if you're quick you will get ridden.”

[esmedelacroix]

Way Too In Deep

✮⋆˙ in which exboyfriend!toji fushiguro sees you in a club...

cw ! bathroom sex, semi-public sex, mirror sex, daddy kink, spanking, mild degradation kink(lemme know if I missed any im having a brainfart rn)

a/n : ya'll iv'e been doing everything BUT writting✋😭 like. not my usual content and I lowk hate this an might rewrite but lets get whornee!

fic radio 💿🎧🫧 : Deep by Summer Walker

Strobe lights, smoke machines, shitty DJs, and even shittier guys. That's what clubs were to you. But your friends loved clubs so they put you in a short, tight dress that left nothing to the imagination, and a killer pair of heels. They dragged you to the Fallen Angel. How did your friends get you into a popular luxury club? You had no idea.

You were the designated sober friend who would drive everyone home(if they weren't already going home with their one-night stands). Meaning, you were stuck drinking mocktails and flirting with the bartender for the night. You forgot how much you missed clubbing though. The only true meaning you were so pessimistic, was that you hadn't been out since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend two months ago.

Who conveniently entered your line of sight across the room. You weren't going to sit and look like a loser now that he was here. You ordered a shot of tequila and downed it; enjoying the burning sensation in your throat. Luckily one of your favorite songs was playing, and your friends dressed you up like a hooker.

You needed to find a guy to dance with quick. You needed to prove to Toji that you were doing much better than he was. You only had to look at the poor victim you chose for the night and he was already yours. You let the music ignite you and guide your movements. Your back was flush against his as you ran your hands through your hair grinding against him. "My name's Shiu," the guy you were dancing with whispered in your ear.

"Cool, less talking, more touching," you said, guiding his hands to your hips.

"Yes, ma'am," he smirked as his hands tightened around your hips.

Your eyes were fixed on Toji burning holes into the back of his head. When Toji finally noticed you, you stared straight into his eyes as you mouthed the words to the lyrics and whined your hips against Shoe(whatever his name was). Toji looked irritated but impressed by the nerve you had to try and taunt him like that. Exactly what you wanted.

He took to the dance floor with one of his new girls. He spun her around and danced with her the same way you were dancing with Shiu. You could feel his manhood hardening against your ass. You weren't even dancing anymore, you were practically dry-humping on the dance floor. Miguel's eyes stayed fixed on you. Your body. Those eyes. Your sultry expression. Your mouth. Agape.

That set him off. As soon as you knew it, he was marching towards you with a mean scowl on his face. One blink and Toji's larger rough hand was firmly around your wrist dragging you away from Shiu. "Hey let go," you protested from behind with a satisfied smile on your face. Toji didn't answer. He simply grumbled under his breath, dragging you into the single-stall bathroom locking the door behind him.

"Just who do you think you are?" he asked with his hands on his hips.

"I don't know what you mean," you said feigning innocence.

"Really? 'Cause you were practically fuckin' that guy out there," he scoffed inching closer to you until your back crashed against the wall and faces were centimeters apart.

"No. I wasn't," you whined.

"Oh yeah. Don't lie to me baby you were doing it so I would look. I know it," he scoffed.

"Okay, maybe I was. I mean, even so, you wouldn—" you started before being cut off by his lips on yours. He kissed you like he was on his deathbed and you were the elixir of life. You moaned softly into his kiss.

Toji's hands found themselves wandering all over your body. They caressed your soft breasts. Your waist, and your ass. He gave your ass a squeeze. "Tell me you don't want this," he whispered.

You shook your head softly, draping your arms over the nape of his neck. "Give it to me Toji," you sighed in his ear. He could hear the sinister smile in your voice. With that confirmation, he lifted you your legs wrapping around his waist and placing you on the sink. He immediately kissed your neckline and jaw leaving fresh bruises all over the place.

Your fingers ran through his hair and tightened into fists full of his damp tufts of hair every time he sucked on your neck. "Tell me you don't want this baby and I'll stop," he grunted as he kissed down your cleavage.

"You bluffin' Fushiguro?" you smirked. He simply scoffed and let you hop off the sink. He moved you around by your waist so you could look at him through the mirror. "Look at you. You wanted this didn't you?" he smirked.

You smile at him through the mirror. "Maybe I did," you whispered. His rough hands bunched up the hem of your dress to your waist.

"You're still as slutty as ever," he snickered, as he bent you over the sink. Moving your thong aside, his calloused finger made sudden contact with your glossy slit. You let out a breathy moan at the sudden contact.

"How many guys have been in this pussy since we split, hmm?" he asked as he plunged a finger into your dripping sex.

"Lost count," you lied.

"You don't gotta lie to me ma," he grunted.

You hated how well he knew you. You hated how he knew you grinned when you lied. You hated that he knew you weren't over him and that he still owned you whether you liked it or not.

But he wondered if you knew you had the same effect on him. Wondered if you knew the girls were just a ploy to get you to notice him. Wondered if you knew how you occupied his every thought. How you had him in some sort of trance and he couldn't escape you being in his dreams. He didn't mind it though. He secretly loved how you haunted him whenever you were apart.

"I'm not lyin', I've been a bad girl," you breathed out as he managed to make you drip with just one finger.

"You know, if you want me to spank you, baby, all you gotta do is ask," he cooed as he added a second finger pumping in and out of your eager cunt at an agonizing pace.

"Don't try to taunt me. You'll regret it," he continued as he picked up the pace.

You feel little fireworks ignite in your stomach hearing his words. A feeling you missed dearly that only he could give you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he added a third finger. "Mhmm—Toji, t-too much," you whined.

"You like that?" he cooed as he curled his finger up into your spongy sensitive spot.

"Yeah!" you almost squealed, looking away from yourself in the mirror.

"Yeah?" he teased as he roughly gripped your jaw pointing your face towards it.

"Uh huh," you sighed as you felt the heat rush to your face as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Toji was peering into your soul with a nasty smile plastered on his face, watching your body's reactions to his touch. Your body's reactions to his lips on your neck, his other hand fondling your boob through your dress, and his glistening fingers slipping out of your sopping wet cunt.

You whined at the sudden empty feeling. "You're so needy tonight. You miss me baby?" he teased. You pouted at him through the mirror.

You couldn't help but shamelessly rub your ass against his crotch as he took his pants off. He taunted you rubbing his swollen tip against your wet folds. "Want you inside," you whined.

"Ask nicely baby," he groaned.

"Daddy please, need you inside," you moaned.

"Atta giiirl," he purred as he lazily pushed his fat tip into your cunt.

The stretch was better than anything you could've imagined. Your walls fluttered around his cock as he pushed even further into you bottoming out. It took everything in him to not cum right away. He focused on his breathing tilting his head back trying to keep it all in.

You were growing impatient and brattier by the second. You moved your hips fucking into him eliciting a guttural groan. His hands roughly came to your hips bringing your movements to a full halt. "Behave yourself," he grunted as he bent you further over the sink back arching. He fucking into you slowly and all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut trying not to cum.

"Look at me when I fuck you, baby," he grunted as he picked up the pace.

That sensation of tiny explosions in your stomach came back causing your pussy to flutter around him. You were moaning uncontrollably. It was all too much, the stretch, the sweat, the music blasting, the dirty talking, and the finger he roughly lodged in your mouth to shut you up. "M'close Toji, needa cum, please~" you moaned

"You gonna cream on daddy's cock baby?" he cooed rubbing your puffy clit as his thrusts increased in speed.

"Yes, yes! Just l-like that Toji," you gasped.

It was all perfect: his pace, the hand placement, his finger rapidly rubbing at your aching clit. All of it was enough to make you come undone on his fat throbbing cock.

And that you did. Hard. If your knees weren't already weak, they were now. Your legs rapidly convulsed as you creamed around Toji's cock. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; all you could see was white. Toji kept pumping in and out of your pussy as you came, fucking you through your high.

You were babbling incoherent praises as you came down from your high. "I'm gonna cum baby where do you want it?" he panted as he pulled out, continuing to pump himself trying to imitate the irreplaceable feeling of her pussy.

"Should I cum on those pretty tits?" he grunted smirking as you whimpered nonsense.

"Or maybe this perfect ass?" he suggested as his hips began to buck into his fist.

"Anywhere, anywhere—please just," you whimpered.

"Please what? Use your words, baby," he groaned.

"My face," you shamefully whispered.

"Huh?" Toji teased as you turned around getting on your knees looking up into his emerald green eyes.

"I want you to cum on my face, daddy," you pouted.

"There you go open up for me baby," he groaned as hips stuttered fucking into his fist. You immediately obeyed his command, opening your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue, and looking up at him the way he liked.

"Atta giiirl," he moaned, throwing his head back.

You tasted his salty cum on your tongue and you were hooked again. You were in deep. Way too in deep.

[kuroosdarling]

MY ONLY VICE — ༉‧₊˚.

‎ft. roommate matsukawa !

‎꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. cigarette smoking, unprotected sex, oral f!receiving, fingering, semi-public sex — wc : 2.2k

‎꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : after pining and longing for your roommate, things take a turn in the right direction when he decides there’s something more satisfying than his usual vice

‎꒰ NOTES ꒱ : feverishly wrote this last night...this man has me by the neck </3 tysm to echo for helping me with the summary pls ! anyway ! enjoy !!

“that���s a nasty habit.” you comment, taking in the way he wraps his lips around the cigarette, his hand slowly coming up to light it. it takes him 2 tries to get the flame to stick, the lighter barely having enough juice for what he needs. his eyes travel down to you as he inhales the smoke, a teasing glint in his eye that tells you he’s heard that same comment a thousand times already. he briefly looks up, breathing out the smoke in a dragged out fashion, the moonlight illuminating his features as he does so — the swirl of smoke melting up into the night sky.

“everybody’s got a vice.” his attention turns back to you, the cigarette sitting delicately between his fingers. he flicks off some of the ash that was threatening to fall off before a cheshire grin takes up his face as he slightly leans down towards you. “i wonder what yours is?”

you suck in a deep breath, remnants of the smoke surely invading your lungs as you take a shaky step back. he takes another drag, not letting you out of his sight as he watches you fidget. he’s known about the crush you had on him for awhile. he blows out the smoke again, the feeling lackluster compared to the way you’re drawing him in now.

finally bored of the cigarette, he puts it out on the side of his boot before squashing it into the pavement — careful not to break eye contact.

“i have a few ideas of what it could be.” he goes on, slightly tilting his head to the side, the easy grin on his face ever unwavering. “we’ve only been roommates for a few months but i already know what keeps you up at night.”

your heart drops into your stomach, almost positive on where this conversation was going.

“my vice has always been soothing my oral fixation, but yours?” he stops in front of you, towering over you and gazing at you with a glint in his eye. “something tells me you have a different issue that needs soothing. one you cant do all by yourself no matter how hard you try.”

your mouth is dry, struggling to come up with any words to defend yourself. you were positive he heard you the other night. when you thought he’d be fast asleep, you had been so frustrated lately you needed to take matters into your own hands. but he was right, you couldn’t do it by yourself. 

“i-“ you squeak out, your whole body feeling like it’s on fire. the attention you desperately have been craving from him is now suddenly in your grasp and you hardly know what to do with it. 

“you?” he pushes, before lightly hooking his fingers under your chin, tilting your attention so it’s fully onto him. “are just so cute.”

he leans down so he’s fully in your space, his lips almost brushing against yours. one little nudge and you’d be kissing him. but he waits. 

“maybe we can help each other out.” the words blow over your lips, making your head dizzy. “you help me with my vice and i’ll help you with yours.”

“im not kissing you.” you whisper breathlessly, your tone betraying the words you spoke. you can feel his little chuckle radiate off of him. “you just smoked.”

matsukawa shrugs, starting to straighten up before you hook your hands into the collar of his jacket, pulling him in close to finally crash your lips against his.

he can’t help but groan into the kiss, you’re just as sweet as he imagined. his arms quickly find themselves around you, his hands pushing and pulling against you. adamant on exploring every inch of you he can. 

it’s dizzying — your mind can hardly keep up with the way your body is reacting. before you even realize it, your tongue is gliding over his bottom lip, eager to finally slip into his mouth. 

it’s hard to say how long the kiss goes on, absolutely drunk on the feeling of his lips gliding perfectly against yours. you moan into his mouth, tightly gripping onto his bicep, desperate for him to be closer.

he abruptly pulls apart from you, his chest heaving from lack of oxygen. his lips were swollen and red and you couldn’t help but touch them, running your finger along it with some sense of pride. you had managed to reduce him into a disheveled mess with just a simple kiss.

he quickly grabs onto your hand, placing a kiss on your fingers before one last peck to your lips. without a word, he falls to his knees, looking up at you, his eyes quietly begging for something his mouth was too stubborn to say.

“what are you doing?” you ask, still trying to catch your breath. you look around, reminding yourself that you’re out on the balcony — some what in the public eye.

“fixing my fixation.” his hands leisurely trail up on the back of your legs, causing your knees to buckle slightly. you quickly grasp onto the railing to steady yourself. “if you’ll let me, of course.”

“please.” you breathe out, silently thanking your past self for deciding to wear a dress today. he smirks, his hands continuing their trek along your skin until you feel his palms rest on your backside, giving a slight squeeze. you gasp out from the cool touch of his rings before he hooks his fingers under your panties, slowly slipping them off.

“so pretty.” he murmurs, bunching up the skirt of your dress so he could get himself in a better position. his breath ghosts along your inner thighs and you feel another wave of arousal take over you, your hands tightly winding against the balcony. 

matsukawa places a tentative lick along your folds before diving into your cunt, groaning as he quickly becomes obsessed with the way you taste. languidly swirling his tongue around as he falls deeper into you. you let a cry out into the night before covering your mouth, trying to reel in all the noises that threatened to escape. he pulls back, eyes shining up at you.

“this is only going to work if you hold onto me.” he says, taking your hands from your mouth and placing them on his head. you weave your fingers through his curls as he dives back into your awaiting cunt.

he’s ruthless, not giving you any chance to be discreet. it was like he was on a mission to make you scream his name into the night, ensuring all your neighbors knew exactly who was making you feel this good. every nerve in your body was set ablaze by the intricate flicks of his tongue.

one harsh suck against your clit had you moaning out his name, pulling onto his curls to get him deeper. the sudden sensation has him groaning into your cunt, sending vibrations up along your spine and almost completely short circuiting your brain.

you were getting close, and he could tell by the way your moans became breathy cries and how your thighs began to clench around him. but he was determined to have you fall apart by just his mouth, diving his tongue into your entrance, ensuring his nose strategically bumped against your clit.

without any warning, you feel your whole body tighten up before releasing. between the iron grip you had on his hair and the way your thighs wrapped around him, he swore he could die happy right here. hearing you shout out his name as he lapped at your dripping cunt made the jeans he was wearing uncomfortably tighter — his hard cock twitching for attention.

“shit-“ you whimper as he mouth breaks away. the bottom of his face is covered in your slick. matsukawa yanks down your dress before standing back up, pulling you in by the back of your head for another deep kiss.

you sigh into it, feeling blissed out from your latest high. but matsukawa has never felt so focused, so determined. he starts guiding you back inside without breaking apart, leading you to his bedroom. after stumbling around and giggling into each others mouths, you finally make it there.

“get on the bed.” he rasps out, and you realize you’ve never heard his voice like that — so deep and filled with desire. you quickly bound over, laying back on the bed and scooting up, resting back on your forearms. he unbuckles his belt, taking it off and sliding it off to the side before shimming out of his jeans.

you only have a brief moment to look down before he’s crawling over you. but you can feel it — his hard cock twitching against your thigh, begging for some sort of attention. and he’s huge. 

“mattsun-“ you start before he silences you with a kiss, one that reassures you and soothes all the little worries that start to plague your mind.

“call me issei.” he whispers against your lips, pulling back slightly so he could get a better look at your face. his cock jumped as he took in your features, mystified by how you’re sprawled out under him, looking up with wide, doe eyes and nodding along to every word he’s saying. “gonna have to stretch you out a bit more, okay?”

“okay.” you run your hand through his hair, pulling slightly so his lips are back on yours. issei’s kisses leave you breathless yet absolutely intoxicated by the lack of air. you sigh into the kiss; after months of pining after him, you were finally right where you wanted to be.

his finger lightly touches your folds before he slips it in, slowly pumping it. you clench at the intrusion, pulling from his soft, swollen lips and gasping out into his room. the feeling from his finger alone already felt infinite times better than your own.

he quickly adds another finger, your walls practically sucking him in. he starts to do a scissoring motion, stretching you out so you could fully take him. he brushes past a spot deep inside you that has you rolling your eyes back with a strangled moan.

“yeah? right there?” he smirks, teasing you as he looks into your eyes. all you can do is whimper as he keeps thrusting his fingers in. “that the spot?”

“‘sei.” you call out, starting to ride his fingers as you feel your second high start to creep up on you. “please.”

“please what?” he asks, watching you with dark eyes as you squirm under him. he slips in a third finger when you don’t answer right away, eliciting another moan from between your lips.

“please fuck me already.” you reach down and wrap your fingers around his wrist, slowing down his movements. there’s a beat where you look at each other, both understanding that there’s no going back from what you were about to do. but neither of you minded, it’s not like you were the closest of friends anyway.

you quickly rip off your dress over your head and unlatch your bra. issei’s eyes widen at the sight of your bare chest but before he can do anything to appreciate it, you’re trying to tug off his shirt so he’s left in just his boxers.

he gets the hint, pulling it off of his head before pinning you back down, reclaiming some control of the situation. he eases his boxers off and tosses them to the side, grabbing a hold of his weeping cock. 

but he feels your hand quickly find his, smearing his pre-cum along his tip to try and speed up the process. between your eagerness and the way you started to expertly pump his cock, he knew he couldn’t waste anymore time. he needed to be inside of you.

“ready?” he whispers in your ear, giving it a small peck as he slides his tip against your slick folds.

“please—“ you hiccup. “no more teasing. no more waiting.” 

he nods, slowly pushing in. he gasps out at the feeling of your warm, wet walls enveloping his cock in a vice like grip. everything felt so hot and he couldn’t help but keep pushing in.

your hands find his back, clawing at him as you feel him bottom out — feeling so full like he was lodged all the way up in your stomach.

“you okay?” his hand grips your hip, rubbing soothing circles against it as he tries to read your face. all you can do is nod earnestly, trying to rock your hips against his for friction. he watches you hump against him for a moment, drinking in the way clutch onto him. he softly smirks before starting to pull back out “didn’t know you’d be so needy.”

before you could retort, he thrusts back in — the force of it pushing you back on the bed. issei grabs your hips to hold you in place, feverishly fucking you onto his cock. he couldn’t hold back anymore, not when you cried out his name, looking like an angel sprawled out on his bed.

“you’re such a good girl — holy shit — taking my cock so well.” he groans, his lips finding yours again as he thrusts don’t falter. you whine into his mouth.

his hips stutter at how well your walls keep sucking him back in — the way you meet him thrust for thrust has his mind spiraling to the point of no return. completely lost in the way you feel, the way you sound — he knows there’s no coming back from this. he’s absolutely addicted. 

his new vice, the one where he knows he’ll be craving all hours of the day until he’s finally satisfied when he gets to have you in the wee hours of the night. only for him to realize it won’t be enough — it’ll never be enough. luckily, you’re just as hooked as him.

[random-remzy]

what do you meAN WE ONLY HAVE 9 EPISODES?!?!

SEASON 7. OF THE DRAGON PRINCE. IS DROPPING IN LIKE. A MONTH!

HOW THE EVERLOVING FUCK ARE THEY GOING TO GET THROUGH EVERYTHING IN 9 FLIPPING EPISODES?!?!?!!

Aaravos arc

Claudia and Terry's relationship

Ezrans anger arc

Callum's character

Rayla's bonding time /w Runaan

Ruthaari reunion

Janai and Amaya's arc

Is karim back? did he die?? do we see him again???

Potential sorvus????

Astrid's arc

ALL OF THE MAGIC OBJECTS MENTIOED SO FAR + THE NEW MAGIC OBJECTS!!! (the cube key, Claudias neclace, Runaan's coin, the novablade, The staff of Ziard, the moon primal stone, etc)

Aanya development.

^Possibly meeting Grark???^

Zubeia screentime / Zubeia arc

The Star dragon??

The Orphan queen?!

The jailer?!?!?!?!?!??!

LEOLA?!?!

the whole "Your brother Ezran needs you" Thing????

The final battle

Unleashing the dead into the living.

the whole master plan that Aaravos has spent centuries planning?

Learning about the other kingdoms. (<- @eleyctra)

There is a lot to get through-

(If anyone has anything else to add to the list, let me know so I'll add it)

Yes, i'm aware that this is just the end of arc 2, and arc 3 is still on the table. But I imagine that if Arc 3 isnt greenlit, then they would probably give the characters at least, semi-satisfying endings.

I have been hyperventilating all day. december 19th cannot come soon enough-

I AM SO EXCITED!!!

but also.

IM SCARED!!

I guess you could say I'm

Terry-fied...!

no?

I'll see myself out-

[venuslcver]

CAR RIDE TO SCHOOL ⋆

pairing: season4!robin x cheerleader!reader

synopsis: a standard car ride while dating robin.

tw: feminine described character, fluff, kissing, au without standard 80's homophobia (no use of y/n)

any type of interaction including likes, comments, and reblogs is appreciated! but ultimately not necessary. let me know if im missing any warnings!

the screech of your, neon pink-colored, alarm clock filled your room. echoing throughout the vicinity of your large, pastel bedroom. finally easing up in noise when your palm collided against the base of it. letting out a huff, while laying your head back against your plush pillow, blatantly ignoring the alarm.

trying to dose off back into a slumber, although you were extremely tired. it happened to be just your luck— you couldn't fall back to sleep for the life of you.

great.

now fully awake, you turn to push your face into the pillowcase that incased your pillow, asperatedly screaming into it. seeing that it is 7:05, you began scrambling out of the bed, feet colliding against the cream, carpeted floored room. making your way towards your bedroom connected bathroom.

sliding the spaghetti straps off of your shoulder, hips wiggling out of your pajama slip-dress. throwing you hair into hair-style that would keep it from getting wet. slipping into the steam filled shower, you began suzzing the entirety of your body in raspberry scented soap, loofah in hand.

hearing steve's car pull into your driveway, you began scrambling down the second story of your house, slamming your pristine, bleached white cheer shoes against the stairs. walking with haste to the kitchen, greeted with the smile of your mother, plate in hand, stacked with pancake after pancake, enough food to feed you, steve, and robin— your girlfriend.

swiftly pecking the cheek of your mother, you took the plate out of her hand. slamming the front door, a smile, now, written on your face as you saw robin— head poke out of the semi-rolled-down window.

"yess, steve i told you that she would make food!"

seeing robin open up the passenger door to steve's car, she left a quick peck on your forehead before getting in the very middle, back seat. robin always, without fail, gave up the front seat for you. the one, and only time that you joined her in the back seat, steve accused robin and you of making out.

"you guys better not be sucking face back there"

ever since then, you had to spend all your time in steve's car, in the front seat. throwing your backpack into the passenger seat of the car, you slid into it while balancing the plate of pancakes. setting it on the center console, the hands of robin and steve began plucking them off quickly.

mouth stuffed to the brim with pancakes— yet you were still able to understand the insulting words that steve was hurling at you, "mhm these are good! there is no way that you made these"

the whole entirety of the car ride to school was usually spent on steve obnoxiously singing music from the cassette tape he made. At the same time, you leaned back in the passenger seat allowing robin access to your face to apply makeup.

it isn't abnormal if robin quickly glances over to steve, and when she sees his usual distracted-self dancing. barely even paying attention to the road, let alone paying any mind to the two of you— every fiber of attention paid forward, towards doing your make-up dissipated from robin's mind.

she would swiftly lay a passionate kiss on your lips, just lengthy enough to satisfy her need for affection, at least till you got to school. steve was even more strict than your mother, hell, you could go as far as to say the same about your father. but not too long, not lasting long enough for mama steve to start nagging you and robin, along with the over-dramatic fake gagging that would ensue.

though it needs to be said, that you would be the one that would be pulling away no matter how annoying you found steve. you thought that robin's friend was rather very kind for offering to drive you guys to school, even if that meant that he would have to leave his house extra early than he usually would for work.

arriving at your high school, robin is swift to vault out of the car, peeling the passenger door gaping open. now, clutching your backpack, for you, with her right hand. her other hand guided you out of the car, before gliding her palm against your cheer skirt, flattening it, to avoid you flashing the entire school your ass.

[samkerrworshipper]

Would you please be able to write something about you getting the call up for the WC and calling Sam afterwards crying. Just lots of fluff xx

Thank you

the phone call | sam kerr x lionesses reader

sorry my lovelies… i’m still yet to leave bed because of this pain flare up

sorry if i’m not interacting with your messages and kind words.. trying to limit my screen time but i promise im seeing them all and it means the world to me

for now you all get some little drabbles that are sitting in my drafts xo

It’s 6pm.

The calls were supposed to start going out at 4 and it’s 6.

You’re paralysed, stuck to your spot on the couch, your feet anxiously tied up in the blanket draped over you as you stare down at your phone, patiently awaiting a call.

It hasn’t been an easy ride to get to this point, almost a year ago you were lying in a hospital bed, unmoving and unsure whether you’d ever walk again, let alone be in contention to play football for your country.

You’ve worked your ass off, tens of hundreds of hours in the gym, rehabbing, working on your strength, all for this call.

You know realistically that the longer you’re left waiting, the longer that your chances are depleting.

Coaches make the easiest calls first, the starting eleven, then their moving bench, players who will still get plenty of time on the pitch, then they move onto the maybe players, players whose skill sets might be needed depending on the team, then it’s onto the emergency players, then it’s the fillers, players that are just kind of on the squad because of courtesy, even though the chances that they will play is next to nothing.

In your mind, you fall into some place between the last two, Sarina doesn’t owe you anything though, the last time you played for her was the Euro’s semi final, when everything went to shit for you and sure, you’ve worked hard since then, but sometimes hard work isn’t always enough, especially in the world of soccer politics.

You sent Sam out of the house to run some errands half an hour ago, insisting you would be fine, but right now you wished you hadn’t, because there is nothing you need more than to be cuddled up in your fiancé’s arms.

She’s been there for you every single step of the way, quite literally being the person who helped you walk your first steps after surgery.

The road has been tough for the both of you, and you know there is nothing Sam wants more than for you to be with her in Australia over the Summer.

If it isn’t meant to be, then it isn’t, you’ll be there anyways on the sidelines supporting her but there is something so much more satisfying about knowing that you might get to be on the pitch beside her.

You don’t know what you’ll do if you are back in the squad, sure you’ve been to the last two camps, but being named in the actual squad is something else, especially for the world cup, it would mean the whole world to you.

Your thoughts are enough to drain out the ping from messages, but the desperate vibration in your hands isn’t.

Your eyes dart down to the screen, bursting open like you’d just consumed a energy drink when Sarina’s name pops up on your screen.

‘If you have a spare minute would love to chat whenever your free.’

You’ve been free since 12pm last night, sleep didn’t come for you, instead you’d sat by the phone, waiting for any kind of notification.

Sam had tried her hardest to pry you away, forcing you to come on a morning run with her, which was extremely abnormal, neither you or Sam where runners, but you assumed it was just your girlfriend trying to make you feel a little bit better.

You typed at your phone like a mad man, unwilling to miss this precious window that seemed to have opened for you, you didn’t even had the chance to actually think about Sarina actually calling you, too busy furiously tapping at the keyboard on your phone.

‘Free to chat whenever suits you’

You didn’t have much time to look at your text, mere seconds after the bubble went blue Sarina’s contact was popping up on your screen.

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do much more than aggressively tap the green button and watch as the call connected and Sarina’s face popped up on your screen.

“Y/n, good to see you, how’s your day been? I’ve been told there is quite a storm in London today?”

You don’t want to talk about weather, or this as trivial as how your day is going, but you put a smile on for Sarina anyways, a cute little smile that you normally save for press conferences after a particularly bad match or rough game.

“Sarina, it’s an honour as always, I’m doing well thanks, the weather is definitely shocking but we’re used to it, how’s it doing in the Netherlands?”

Sarina smiles at you, and it makes you feel a little bit uneasy, why can’t she just rip the bandaid off.

“It’s nice today, blue skies. How’s Sam? I don’t know if I had the chance to congratulate you on your engagement yet.”

You put on another little smile, trying to act like the nerves growing in your stomach aren’t bubbling up so badly that you feel as if you’re about to vomit.

“Sam’s good, we’re very happy, I’ve sent her out to get groceries which I’m regretting because she hasn’t got a clue what we need.”

Sarina laughs heartily, and it’s almost enough to make you feel a little bit better about the whole situation.

“Well I hope she’ll be happy to know that you’ll be in Australia over the Summer playing for England, if you’d like?”

All thoughts in your brain are cut off when you catch onto what Sarina is saying and then all of a sudden you can feel the tears building up in the back of your eyes.

“You’re serious? You want me in Australia?”

Sarina just laughs once again.

“You were part of our winning Euro’s team y/n, there is nothing I would love more than to welcome you back. You are a crucial part of our defence, especially with Leah missing and there is nothing we need more than your leadership. You’ve been fantastic on the pitch recently, both club and at camp, if you keep performing as you are, I think you’ll be very deserving of taking your place back in the starting eleven, how does that sound?”

You have to put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from sobbing.

“Thank you so much Sarina, you genuinely don’t know how much this means to me, I’ll prove to you everyday that I deserve to be there and I’ll do whatever I can on and off the pitch to help the team.”

Sarina just smiles to herself.

“I don’t doubt that at all, all I ask is that you try your hardest, I’ll let you go now y/n, have a good couple of weeks, I’ll see you at the airport.”

Before you can embarrass yourself any further, you're wishing Sarina farewell and pressing the red button at the bottom of your screen.

It takes a few seconds for it all to set in for you, the happenings of your phone call slowly sinming into your brain.

It’s when it all sinks in that you realise tears are still dripping down your face, and before you can think about it too hard your searching for Sam’s contact and clicking the call button.

To Sam’s credit, it takes about three seconds before your girlfriends face pops up on your screen.

“I think I might need a shopping list- baby why are you crying?”

Just looking at Sam makes you perk up a little bit, she’s all flustered which you don’t see very often.

“Sarina called, I’m in the squad, she wants me in the squad.”

Just saying it creates a whole other wave of emotions of flowing, and this time you don’t even try to stop the sobs leaving your mouth.

Sam lights up immediately.

“Baby, that is awesome, I’m not surprised at all, I’m leaving the shops now, I’ll be home in five minutes we can talk about it then, hmm?”

You nod eagerly, a big smile breaking out across its face.

“I’m so proud of you babe, you’ve worked so hard for this, I’ll be home in a couple of minutes, okay?”

You just nod at Sam, far to giddy to do much besides jerk your head up and down like a energised puppy.

You weren’t quite sure what the future held for your Summer in Australia, but you that no matter what, no matter the injuries, setbacks, bad games, Sam would be there for you through it all, she’d be there for you, no matter what side of the dug out you were sitting on.

[jaemified]

TAKING ME HIGH (ANGEL)

“fuck. you really couldnt wait an hour?”

☆ pairing ; dior employee minghao x flight attendant fem reader

☆ genre ; smut (minors dni!!), porn w plot, est relationship

☆ warnings ; swearing, smoking, oral (m receiving)((giving head under the table)), handjob, haos mean, readers bratty, praise kink if ya squint, degrading, pet names (baby, pretty girl, angel, sweet girl, pretty baby, brat, slut), hair pulling

☆ wordcount ; 2.0k

☆ synopsis ; after being away from your boyfriend for almost a literal week thanks to your job, you want nothing more than him in every possible way. but when he finds himself picking his games over you, you come to a compromise; sneaking under the table while hes distracted.

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it wasnt like your boyfriend didnt spoil you.

i mean, you were pretty fucking spoiled considering he was one of diors top employees. he always made sure to bring you home a ‘small’ gift coming out of his bonus after a successful sale at work.

and by small, he means one of the most expensive perfumes or shoes he knows youd love.

of course you were grateful for the gifts and all, it wasnt like it was one sided seeing as you always brought him back some luxury brand when you took part in flights across the world BUT, all you really wanted was his attention.

youre his perfect angel, you both knew that. but no amount of gifts can satisfy how much you craved him and his touch after a long 7 days without him.

finally, you were coming home. not that you were really gone that long. but when you’re a flight attendant for 10 different 12 hour long flights, its without a doubt you’ll be tired beyond belief.

you were so excited to see minghao, wanting nothing more than to cuddle with him in your warm bed.

that was, until you called him at least.

you realized you wanted way more.

you facetimed minghao as you stepped into your taxi on the way to your apartment complex, plugging your earbuds into your phone.

���hi baby. im so excited to see you! im about a half hour away.”

“me too, i bet you did so good at work. i got a surprise waiting for you. where are you? driving?” he mumbled, seeming distracted.

“im in a taxi, ill put it on my card though. what are you up to? you sound distracted. could you turn on your cam for me?”

“huh? oh yeah no problem, sorry. i just- damn it! wonwoo, get mingyu! hes right behind you!” minghao shouted, startling you as his loud voice rang through your ears.

you sighed, of course hes playing games.

“is this better?” he asked with a sweet but slightly confused tone.

there he was, your boyfriend. you couldnt even believe he was yours. he wasnt even doing anything, just sitting there with his phone propped up as he yelled at his computer.

“y/n?”

“huh? oh sorry.. you look..”

“great? i know.” he chuckled.

great was an understatement. hes heavenly. with his black fitted tank top, his sunglasses resting on top of his black cap.

you pressed your thighs together at the way his muscles flexed whenever he gripped his mouse.

minghao glanced over at you, smirking lazily as he lit up a cigarette he pulled from his desk drawer.

“smoking again?”

“coulda smoked with you if you were already here.”

“im not a stoner like you. its occasional.”

“isnt today an occasion?”

“...”

you both kept it short, with you being the one to hang up seeing as you were in semi public and totally not because you were growing more and more horny seeing minghao in that stupid tank top.

you made sure to tip the driver before you had rushed to the entrance of the building, barely able to wait any longer to see minghao (amongst other things).

you opened your door to your shared bedroom, and there he was.

“hey baby, how was work?” he asked half minded as he barely turned to notice you.

“it was so damn tiring. missed you.” you mumbled, walking over to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaving a peck on his cheek.

“yeah missed you too sweet girl. fuck- chan! oh my god, revive me or i swear i wont buy you food for the rest of the month.”

“i thought itd be us today?” you pouted.

“it is, angel. whatever you want pretty baby. just give me a few minutes yeah?”

and so you waited,

and waited.

and waited some more

it felt like an eternity had passed (it was barely over an hour) yet you were growing needier by the second watching the way his muscles flexed, and the way his voice sounded, or especially the way he’d groan and throw his head back whenever he lost.

‘id kill to see him like that while i was doing something else..��� you mumbled

until,

a lightbulb went off in your head

slowly, you made your way to minghaos desk, pecking his soft lips before crawling under the table to kneel in front of him.

“what are you doing angel?” he asked with a warning tone.

“nothing. dont mind me.” you hummed as you reached out to untie the drawstrings on his sweatpants.

“y/n- god. just keep it down wont you?” he whispered looking down at you, then back at his computer screen as he saw a new game was starting.

you smiled to yourself knowing you were getting what you wanted, for the most part.

you pulled down his sweatpants, pressing a kiss on minghaos inner thigh, mumbling a ‘thank you’ as he lifted up his hips to make it easier for you remove the grey piece of clothing.

you kissed up from his knee, all the way up to his bulge before rubbing your thumb over his clothed tip, where a wet patch began to grow.

minghao brought one hand down to your head, gripping your hair. “stop teasing and just take it out already.” he muttered as he brought your face closer to him.

“i thought it was anything i wanted?” you mocked.

he only rolled his eyes and released his grip on your hair to return back to his keyboard.

you pull down his boxers, sighing in contentment as a drop of precum hits your cheek.

slowly, you wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around and swallowing what leaked out his slit.

you focused most of your attention on his tip knowing how sensitive he was before going down and taking as much as you could, feeling him deep in your throat.

minghao bit back a choked moan, you were able to feel how his body stiffened up.

“what? yeah im good. i just slammed my hand on my desk.” he brushed it off to his friends.

then, you noticed how hard he was trying to not get caught when you were hardly doing anything. so you wanted to try something — see how far you could go before he snaps.

you bob your head up and down his length, running your hand wherever your mouth couldnt reach.

seeing how he wasnt reacting as much anymore, you slowly pull off his dick. that was, up until you felt your boyfriends tight grip on your hair, moving you the way he wants you.

he held your head still as he fucked up into your mouth, letting out occasional low whimpers.

“hao- seriously, you seem so distracted like we might as well just kick you out the party.” mingyu joked.

“shut up gyu you arent even on our team.”

noticing the conversation between him and his friends, you thought youd stop for a few seconds just to take a breather, before he grips your hair harshly to keep you still, chuckling at how tears formed in the corners of your eyes when he started to thrust his hips up harder against the back of your throat.

“hes kinda right though, you keep dying twice every other round and spend most of your time just standing in the corner.” wonwoo spoke up before everyone else in the team muttered in agreement.

“whatever. im muting, hold on.”

he typed something into his keyboard before removing his headset, and looking down at you.

he stops his movements and releases your hair when you look up at him, his hard dick still resting in your warm mouth.

“what are we gonna do with you, huh sweet angel?”

you whined, rubbing your thighs together before pulling off him and replacing your movements with your hand, stroking him softly, giving him a squeeze.

“god- youre such a fucking brat.” he groaned as you sped up your pace. “fuck- you really couldnt wait an hour?”

“cant. missed you too much. need you so, so badly..” you moaned as you watched the amount of precum leaking from his tip, lowering your head to lick it up.

“yeah? youre an impatient slut huh? couldnt wait for my cock? is that it?” he scoffed.

minghao takes one more puff of the joint he lit earlier before putting it out and throwing away the bud, blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling.

he puts his hand over yours, stopping your wrist before whispering in your ear,

“if you dont make me cum in 5 minutes, youre not cumming at all.”

[hyperactively-me]

I KEEP SENDING THINGS IM SO SORRY 😞 😔 but you're writing is so good I'm addicted!!! I remember in one of your previous chapters about king ghost he says he loves princess' hair. Can you imagine he walks in while she doing her hair care routine, like oils and the like and she says let me do your hair too and he just feels so loved and appreciated 😭😭😭😭 and he's super interested in what all the products are for and he's like no wonder you look gorgeous everyday 😭😭😭😩😩😩😩

i got 2 requests that were pretty similar, so i'm just gonna combine the two in this one post! i love this idea! so cute! i'm gonna try and keep the description of hair as vague as possible btw. for my reader inserts i always try my best to not describe specific appearances.

One sunny morning, while Simon is still lazing around in bed, you get up to do your hair routine. The warm rays of the sun sneak through the curtains, casting a gentle glow in the room. You stretch and yawn, feeling the soft sheets beneath you as you rise. Simon makes an attempt to grab you before you slip out of bed, but you jump away, giggling quietly at his grumbling. 

You pad over to your vanity, where an array of products awaited. Bottles of sprays, tubes of creams, and the fragrant allure of hair oils beckoned you. Simon, still in a state of semi-slumber, observed your morning dance with the products from his place in bed. Your reflection in the mirror smiles back at you, anticipating the ritual ahead. 

As you began to work the elixirs into your hair, your hands moving with a practiced grace, Simon's eyes followed your every move. There was something captivating about the way you devoted attention to your locks, a mesmerizing movement of hands and hair. He couldn't help but admire the effortless beauty that unfolded before him.

You finished off your hair with a perfumed ribbon, the fragrance adding a final touch of elegance to your carefully styled locks. 

Caught in the act of staring, Simon's gaze met yours, and you giggled playfully. The room was filled with a light, carefree energy as you asked him, “Want to give it a try?”

Simon, initially a bit shy, nodded with a sheepish look. Intrigued, he joined you, shifting from the bed to stand beside you next to your vanity. You stand up from your seat, beckoning him to sit down. 

“Okay, try not to move,” you instructed. With a bottle in hand, you began the process, your fingers deftly working through Simon’s hair. The scent of the hair oil filled the air as you massage into his scalp. 

Simon, initially unsure of himself, gradually surrendered to the sensation. Your hands, moving with the same practiced grace he had admired moments ago, massaged the oil into his scalp. Simon closed his eyes, allowing himself to be fully present in the moment. 

“You're quiet this morning,” you observe, your voice a gentle whisper, rubbing a different lotion into his hair. 

Simon, enveloped in the soothing touch of your hands, took a moment before responding. “It's just nice,” he admitted, his voice carrying a sense of calm. “I didn't realize how relaxing this could be.”

You chuckled softly, continuing your ministrations. “It's the little things, isn't it?”

“Mhm,” he hums, leaning back into your touch. 

After a while, you shifted gears, picking up another bottle. “Let's add a bit of this for extra care,” you suggested, your hands now working a different lotion into your palms. The subtle fragrance mingled with the hair oil, the scent reminding him of you. Simon, still with his eyes closed, nodded in agreement.

As the final touches were added, you stepped back, admiring your work with a satisfied nod. Simon, now with his eyes open, met your gaze. 

“Finished,” you smile. “Do you like it?”

Simon, running his fingers through his freshly pampered hair, couldn’t help but smile in contentment. The subtle fragrance that lingered in the air swallowed him whole. “Love it.” 

“No wonder you look gorgeous everyday,” he adds on, spinning around his seat, pulling you in between his legs.

You smile, moving a single stray lock away from his forehead. 

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” you teased, your fingers playfully tousling his hair. 

Simon, still holding you close, gazed into your eyes with a soft intensity. “You're truly something special,” he said, his words carrying a sincerity that resonated deep within.

Simon, ever playful, spun you around to face the mirror. “Now, it's my turn to admire your masterpiece,” he declared, his arms wrapped around you.

You chuckled as you both stared into the reflection before you. His hand reaches up to your ribbon, playing with the edges gingerly.

“You like it?”

“Looks s’ pretty,” he nods, letting it drop from his grasp. He'll take it for himself later.

Simon turns you around to face him, his hands cupping your face. “You know, I love these quiet moments with you,” he confesses, his eyes searching yours.

You lean into his touch. “Me too,” you whispered.

As you both lingered in the embrace, a gentle knock on the door interrupted the moment. You shared a playful smile, knowing that the day awaited.

- - - - -

(masterlist)

[n0cturna1-m3]

Flustered | Bottom Nightwing x Top Villain! Male Reader | Smut

Fem/Minors DNI

Warnings; Degradation, rimming, anal fingering, deep throating, risky place, bareback, spit for lube

A/N; i reread this and its honestly kinda mid but im gonna post it anyway. i promise i will make a better nightwing fic bc i love him so much

About 2.1k words

Y/N stumbled back from the hard blow to his helmet, the loud crunch of the impact from Nightwings baton meeting it filling the air. Half of the helmet’s face has broken off, revealing half of the criminal's face, more than pissed off at this point.

The job would have been easy; get into the building, shoot the target, and get out. But Nightwing had turned up and caused the last part of his plan to go south. Stuck on the roof of the building, Y/N was in a predicament, forced to fight with someone who he wasn’t interested in fighting. And now his helmet was broken.

He pulled it off and tossed it aside, a mean scowl on his face as he turned back to Nightwing, fishing a gun off his back and staring at him. Nightwing looked distracted, not like his usual self that would never make a mistake such as letting his mind wander mid fight.

Nightwing was quiet as he watched Y/N slowly walk towards him, his eyes fixated on the vigilante with a glare. This wasn’t normal for him. Y/N glanced down and caught a glimpse of Nightwing’s groyne before he sneakily moved his hand to cover his shame. He was half-hard. Y/N laughed in his face, taking a few strides and facing Nightwing, grabbing his arm and moving it away, scoffing at the sight of him.

“Did you pop a boner?” Y/N mocked, staring at Nightwing. “Right now?”

He looked away, face heating up in embarrassment. He refused to answer. The lack of response prompt Y/N to give a sharp punch to his gut, the latter having the wind knocked out of him and folding in on himself, dropping to his knees. Y/N stared down at him and moved his foot to step on Nightwing’s cock. He let out a deep moan, one hand reaching to grab Y/N’s pant leg and attaching itself to one of the straps on his thigh that held a pouch.

Y/N stared at him as he shoved his boot into his crotch, watching the other man sputter incoherently. He felt his own cock stirring in his pants at the sight of Nightwing grinding against his boot, gripping his pants with his jaw slack and salivating. Y/N grabbed his face in one hand and pulled it to look up at him, fingers digging into his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded under his mask while he stared up at Y/N, the latter looking down on him with a similar expression.

“Who would have guessed that the Nightwing, robin of all people, would be a cheap whore?” He said, tilting his head slightly. “What do you want from me?”

Nightwing simply looked at him, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for words in his cloudy head. “I wanna suck you off,” He finally said, eyebrows furrowed slightly. Y/N’s breath caught in his throat at the bold words that came out of his mouth, his eyes wide in shock.

“Be my guest,” He responded, letting go of his face and motioning to his belt. Nightwing brought his hands up and made quick work of it, letting it hang from the loops of his pants and unzipping them, pulling them down to Y/N’s mid thigh, face to face with his black boxers and semi-hard cock. He pulled him down too and took a deep breath before taking him into his mouth, the taste of Y/N’s skin on his tongue making him let out a satisfied groan. He sucked on the head softly before taking the rest of him down his throat, swallowing around him and moaning as he buried his nose in Y/N’s pubic hair, pusing there and letting his cock rest in his mouth.

Y/N’s hand made its way into his black hair, tangling his fingers in the mess, massaging his scalp with his fingertips. Nightwing bobbed his head slowly, one of his gloved hands coming up to cup Y/N’s balls, fondling them and glancing up at Y/N who had his eyes screwed shut, his hand fisting Nightwing’s hair. He drew himself off of his dick, taking a deep breath before deepthroating him again, gagging when Y/N bucked his hips to meet his mouth halfway. Nightwing began palming himself through his suit, moaning when Y/N started fucking his throat. He couldn’t breathe, talking occasionally shallow breaths through his nose.

Drool and pre-come dribbled down his chin, Nightwing letting out a whine when Y/N pulled him off. He leaned forward to take him inside his mouth again, being stopped by Y/N tugging his hair sharply.

“Stop that,” He scolded, pushing him onto his back with a thud and flipping him onto his stomach with his ass up in the air. Y/N grabbed a knife from his belt and used it to cut open the suit, Nightwing yelping in response.

“Why would you do that!?” He yelled, glaring back at Y/N who met his eyes with an unimpressed gaze. “It’s a two piece!”

“Sorry,” He muttered, ripping open his boxers too. He took note of his hole; he was very obviously playing with himself earlier. Whore. He spat on Nightwing before pressing his tongue flat against it and licking up, the latter moaning in his chest. Y/N’s hands held his hips as he forced his tongue inside the other man who was now shaking, licking him open. Nightwing reached down to stroke himself but stopped when Y/N gave him a hard slap on the ass. Nightwing choked out a mix of a moan and a scream, returning his hand to beside his head. He pulled back for a moment to lick his fingers, coating them in saliva before pushing two inside of Nightwing’s heat, his tongue joining them, spreading him open while enjoying the moans that he let out.

Y/N pulled away from his ass, sitting up and stroking himself a few times before pushing inside Nightwing, cock still wet from the blowjob he gave him. It was a tight fit, Nightwing moaning and clawing desperately at the rooftop in an attempt to find something to ground himself. Y/N leaned forward and placed his hand over Nightwing’s, letting their fingers intertwine as he bottomed out. He kissed the skin behind Nightwings ear, biting the shell of it as his unoccupied hand rubbed small circles on his waist with his thumb.

“Sorry, birdie,” He whispered unmoving as he waited for Nightwing to adjust to his size, kissing along the skin he had access to in reassurance.

“Move,” Nightwing said as he pushed himself back on Y/N. “Please.”

Y/N obliged, pulling his hips back before snapping them forward to meet Nightwing’s ass, the latter almost screaming at the feeling. He would have had it not been for Y/N moving his hand to cover his mouth. Nightwing grabbed at his arm, digging his fingers into his thick jacket while his other hand held onto Y/N’s tightly. His body was burning hot, ears filled with the sound of their skin meeting and creating a slapping sound. Y/N was breathing heavily in his ear, his mind foggy from the man beneath him.

Nightwing forced Y/N’s hand off his mouth and attempted to turn around, Y/N pulling out briefly to allow him to face him, wrapping his legs around his waist and pulling him in, putting one hand on the back of his neck while the other found itself under his coat, in between the layer of his shirt and jacket. Y/N stared at Nightwing as he pulled him into a sloppy kiss, moaning when he entered him again. He grabbed a fistful of Y/N’s shirt as they kissed, Y/N slowly rocking his hips into Nightwing’s.

The slow pace that Y/N had taken up contrasted dramatically to the ruthlessness of their previous position. His hands were wandering the other’s body, gasping occasionally when he would tighten up around him, constricting his cock with his warmth. Nightwing pulled away from the kiss abruptly, removing his hands from Y/N’s body to remove his gloves. Y/N leaned back and removed his coat, a black shirt hugging his body tightly. Nightwing grabbed Y/N’s face again and pulled him down, kissing him sweetly and sliding his right hand up under his shirt, touching the skin beneath it, squeezing certain places that caused him to grunt into Nightwings mouth, the latter swallowing up every sound that emitted from his throat.

Y/N began to move faster as one of his hands travelled down Nightwing’s body to grasp his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. He moaned and buried his face in Y/N’s shoulder, both of his hands holding onto his biceps, fingernails digging into the skin.

“Holy– Shit!” Y/N cursed, head hanging forward and resting in the crook of Nightwing’s neck. He twisted his wrist, Nightwing’s cock twitching in his hand. It was bright red and pulsing. Y/n kissed his cheek and pulled out, the whine that left his throat being replaced by a moan when Y/N put his dick on top of his own and wrapped his hand around them both, fisting their cocks at a fast pace that left Nightwing’s skin burning.

It didn’t take long for Nightwing to spill all over himself, Y/N following soon after, his hand languidly stroking to milk everything out of them. Nightwing pulled him in for another kiss, panting against each other's lips upon separating. Y/N’s hand was covered in cum, and Nightwing’s torso was as well. Y/N pulled up his pants, securing his belt and looking back at the very dishevelled Nightwing lying in front of him, his eyes half lidded. Y/N kissed him on the cheek and lifted his hips to wrap his coat around his waist, tying it in the front and standing up.

He looked down at Nightwing and smiled, giving him a small wave before jumping off the building, disappearing into the night.

"What the fuck just happened..."

[ralvezfanatic]

You're home!?

Luke Alvez x Male!Reader

Luke leaves for a case just as soon as they're getting intimate. A week goes by and Reader had enough, he misses Luke and is horny. Takes care of himself only to be interrupted and then taken care of.

Warnings: First time writing smut, masturbating, getting caught masturbating, rough-ish sex, cursing. || lmk if im missing anything.

First post !!! Kinda embarrassing that its smut. (First time writing smut sorry). Not proofread. Sorry for any mistakes. I was really sick while writing this.

any feedback, comments and/or criticism appreciate <33

Word Count: 2.8k

You were both in bed, stripped down to your boxers under the covers with each other. Luke's hand was on your waist, pulling you close until you were pressed against him. He leaned in close to you, the feeling of his stubble against your jaw as he pressed kisses under your ear causing you to moan out.

"Mm Luke…" you moaned out softly, your hands making their way to his bicep, feeling your arousal grow in your boxers.

He trailed his kisses down your neck, leaving a bunch of red marks to your collarbone, nipping at your soft skin. His grip on your waist became tighter, his kisses harsher as he found your sweet spot and put all the attention on it. You continued to moan out quietly, his lips on your skin driving you crazy with need, and you started rolling your hips forward ever so slightly.

Suddenly, the intimate moment was interrupted by a ringing phone. You groaned out hearing that awful ringtone of his, knowing what that meant. Luke pulled away, his own face equally annoyed as he turned to grab his phone on the nightstand.

"Alvez." He answered, laying on his back, his arm stretched out onto the pillow inviting you to get close. "Yeah, I'll be there in a bit." He spoke into his phone while you shifted to rest on top of his chest. He hung up, placing his phone back on the stand before looking down at your disappointed face

"Case?" You asked, although it sounded more like a statement than a question. He nodded, pressing a kiss on your forehead apologetically before answering.

"Mhm. I'm sorry Y/N, annoys me just as much." He sighed as he rubbed your back softly before sitting up, forcing you to get off him. You frowned as you watched him get ready, hating the timing of the call.

As he finished getting ready, he went back to you, kissing you softly on the lips before leaving. "Bye, my love, I'll be back soon, don't worry"

And with that said, he walked out the bedroom and out the apartment, leaving you in bed all alone, not to mention horny.

"Soon my ass." You thought to yourself, pissed off as you laid in bed while scrolling through your phone. It's been 6 days since he left. You'd texted him daily, called a few times as well and it was mostly fine. The case was tough and it took longer than expected. You put your phone down as you sat up on your shared bed, a sudden unease growing in your pajamas pants.

The phone rang at the worst time, you two were about to get intimate. Then he left, leaving you semi-hard. You were pissed, that horniness hasn't exactly left since then. You'd tried to sext him, but that just wasn't good enough, at all.

You finally had enough, 6 days without Luke and without his touch, it was driving you crazy. You decided to take matters into your own hands, in a different way this time. You got off the bed and walked over to your closet, reaching up to grab a hidden box.

You brought the box over to the bed, placing it down gently before opening it and examining the items inside. You rummaged through it, deciding what to choose from it, and then finally grabbed a toy. It was a decently sized dildo, almost as big as Luke, so you hoped it would satisfy you. "Better than nothing I suppose…" You mumbled out to yourself as you closed the box, placing it under the bed just in case.

You left the toy on the bed, and walked to your bedroom door, making sure to close it so Roxy would interrupt. God that would be awkward, and a complete mood killer too. After you closed the door, you headed back to the bed, slowly undressing yourself until you laid completely naked.

You touched yourself softly, taking a hold of your cock and pumping it a few times, closing your eyes as you imagine Luke there with you. You moaned out as you continued fantasizing about your boyfriend touching you, your grip becoming tighter on yourself.

Finally, you let go of your dick, and then turned to grab a bottle of lube, and moved to have your face on the bed as your ass was displayed in the air. You poured out some lube on your fingers, then made your way to your entrance and teased yourself for a few seconds before pushing your finger in.

"Oh god.." you breathed out, pumping your finger inside yourself, your eyes shut as you imagined Luke fingering your ass. You add another finger in, moaning out his name as you pumped them in and out in a scissoring motion trying to stretch yourself.

You moaned out as you finger fucked yourself, and pulled your fingers out after feeling properly prepped now. You move to sit up, grabbing the dildo, generously covering it in lube. You move up, kneeling on the bed as you move the toy under you, lining it up with your entrance.

You tease yourself, circling the toy around your hole before finally lowering yourself and sinking into it. You quickly shut your eyes, letting out a loud moan as it dug deep inside you. "Oh fuck.. fuck that's so good" You moan out as you finally sit down completely on it. Your eyes were closed as you thought about Luke, imagine he was deep inside you instead of some plastic.

You lifted yourself back up, leaving only the tip of the toy inside and then pushed yourself back down into it, causing another loud moan to erupt out from you, this time moaning out your boyfriend's name. "Oh Luke, you're so good." You moaned out as you continued moving on the toy, copying the same movements, only slightly moving as you tried finding the right angle to hit that spot.

You continued bouncing on the toy, and your free hand made its way to wrap around your neglected cock, starting to stroke it as you rode the toy. You started to get lost in the pleasure, you head was thrown back as you desperately bounced on the toy, moaning out Luke's name with each movement, helplessly pumping your leaking cock as you looked for that release.

Your mind clouded with such pleasure, you never heard the front door click, didn't hear it open or hear Roxy's paw's outside in the living room. As you were so focused on finding that release, that the footsteps outside didn't even register, and neither did the bedroom door handle rattling.

"Oh my god Luke, mmf… so good, please oh god" You moaned out, unable to form real sentences. As you lifted yourself up from the toy, the bedroom door opened, and a voice came from the doorway.

"Did you miss me that much?" Luke teased, his voice laced with amusement as he leaned against the doorframe. His eyes wandered all over your body, admiring the erotic view in front of him.

His voice caught you off guard and you immediately turned to see him, your face flushed with embarrassment at being caught. Being in the middle of a movement, you went back down on the toy as Luke spoke and bit your lip trying to hold back a moan. "Luke..! I-.. I didn't think you were coming back home today" You stammered out, looking at him dumbfounded and embarrassed.

"It was supposed to be a surprise." He chuckled, slowly making his way towards the bed, running his fingers along the edge as he walked around it. He sat down on the bed, right next to your knee and placed a hand on your thigh. "But guess I'm not the only one with surprise.. look at you, so pretty while riding that toy, moaning out my name so needily." He said, slowly climbing onto the bed and kneeling in front of you, now placing both his hands on your thighs and rubbing up and down softly.

"God baby, you're making me so hard seeing you like this. You want me to fuck you? Is that what you were fantasizing about when I walked in?" He asked as he started to unbutton his shirt.

You let out a whine, nodding in response to him, too embarrassed to verbally answer. Luke leaned forward, grabbing onto your waist with one hand before cupping your cheek with the other and kissing you passionately. He slipped his tongue inside you as he pushed you back, guiding you to lay down on the bed.

After getting you down, he hovered over you, pressing a trail of hot kisses down your jaw to your collarbone, his hand making its way to your ass. He pulled away from your skin, and grabbed the base of the dildo, pulling it out and carefully disposing of it to the side.

"Don't need these anymore." He said as he started to unzip his jeans, quickly, pulling them off, exposing the tent at the front of his briefs.

"Luke please, need you." You begged quietly, the removal of the toy having left you empty and desperate to be filled by him already. Your eyes looked up at him, slowly trailing down when he took off his jeans.

He hovered over you, his hands trailing up your body, caressing your sides and your chest while leaning in close. His lips brushed against yours as his hand passed your nipple, playing with it as he spoke. "You need me hm? Tell me baby, how do you want it?" He asked, wanting to understand how tonight would go.

"Hard, please Luke. Need you so bad, I've missed you all week." You begged, your voice desperate, holding back moans as he played with your chest. "Need your cock Luke, please."

Luke smirked at your begging, removing his hands off your nipple before kissing you passionately. His tongue quickly forced its way inside, exploring every part of your mouth as his hands roamed your body. He broke the kiss, his voice husky as he spoke. "Wow Y/N, such a naughty boy. Begging for my cock like that?"

He grabbed you, quickly flipping you onto your hands and knees, causing you to let out a small yelp as he positioned himself behind you. He grabbed your ass, massaging it before speaking.

"Spread your legs for me baby, want to see every part of you." He ordered you, pulling his boxers down and throwing them to the side. You quickly did as he asked, even arching your back and pushing your ass closer to him.

"Luke, please! Hurry up, I need you in me already." You whined out, grabbing a pillow nearby and using it for support. Luke let out a quiet moan as you begged, and took a hold of his dick and lined up against your entrance.

Slowly, he pushed himself in, groaning out as he felt your tightness envelope him.

"Fuck Y/N, you feel so good baby." He groaned holding onto your hips and he pushed himself in completely. He waited a second, allowing you to get used to him, his length being bigger than the toy you used.

You rocked your hips, signaling him to move, and with that, he tightened his grips on your hips and started to move. You moaned out, arched your back, burying your face in the pillow underneath you. He thrusted into you, slow and sweet as you got used to his size.

"Harder Luke! M'god, fuck me harder." You moaned out, muffled by the cloth you hide yourself in. He groaned, angling himself trying to find your prostate, each thrust slamming into you harder and rocking your body.

"God, baby, you're so fucking tight" He groaned out as his thrusts become harsher, the room filled with the sound of skin slapping, and both your moans mixing in. In a quick motion, he wrapped his arm around your chest and pulled you up against him, his dick still buried deep inside you. He held you tight, his grip on you possessive as he thrusted up into you.

As he finally hit your spot, you cried out in pleasure and gripped the bedsheets under your hands. Luke's hand wrapped around you, and gripped your neglected dick, stroking you in sync of his thrusts.

You gasped as you felt his hand on you, your length twitching as he gripped it. He bent over you, kissing your neck as he continued to thrust inside you, groaning with each of his movements.

His hand on your dick sped up and became harder as well, precum leaking out of you, and he continued to fuck into you, driving you closer to the edge. You threw your head back onto his shoulders, moaning out loudly as he slammed into you, his tight grip on your cock made you buck your hips into him.

"I-I'm close Luke." You moaned out, your eyes closing as you relished in the pleasure he gave you. He continued his assault behind you, kissing and sucking on your sensitive skin while jerking off your length as you bounced on his dick trying to find that release

"Cum for me Y/N, cum into my hand" He whispered his, his voice husky as he nipped at your neck.

You moaned out at his words, feeling a well known sensation build up at the pit of your stomach. You moved your hips down onto him meeting his thrusts, hastily chasing your orgasm.

"Oh god Luke, I'm.. I'm gonna cu-" You panted out, cutting yourself out with a loud moan as he slammed back inside you, hitting your prostate once more. Your dick spat out thick ropes of cum out, spilling out onto your hand and some shot out onto the bed. You cried out as you rode your high, Luke still jerking you off and thrusting inside of you.

The sight of your orgasm pushed Luke closer to the edge, and his thrusts became quicker each hitting that one spot that helped you ride you your high as he chased his own high.

With a final deep thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, moaning out while he came, his own cum spilling inside you.

He held your hips, moving them to grind you on his length as he rode out his high, his cum filling you up completely. He groaned, and stopped moving your hips, only keeping you sat on his dick, your hole full of his semen. As you both came down from your highs, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed small kisses on your neck and up your jawline.

"You were so good, baby boy. " He kissed your cheek, carefully pulling out of you, and bit his lip as he watched his cum spill out your hole. You whined as he pulled out, feeling empty but comforted by his kisses and words.

He turned you around, and held your face softly, smiling at you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

You melted as he kissed you, relishing in the pleasure he gave you and how sweet he was afterwards. You closed your eyes as you leaned into him, nuzzling your face into his hands.

"Mm, love you" You mumbled you, growing tired after being fucked thoroughly. He smiled and backed away, admiring how you looked.

"I love you too Y/N" He responded, slowly getting up from the bed. He stood up and headed to the bathroom, getting a small towel and wetting it with warm water to clean you up.

"Let me clean you, baby" He said as he returned, climbing back into bed. He sat in front of you, spreading your legs open carefully and cleaned the cum off your dick. You smiled as he took care of you, humming out lazily as you spoke. He pushed you onto your back gently, and cleaned his own cum from your hole before getting up again, throwing the towel somewhere to be picked up later.

"Thank you, love." You smiled, closing your legs as he got up. He moved over next to you, pulling a blanket with him and covered the both of you when he laid down.

"Of course, anything for you baby boy." He said as he pulled you into his arms, kissing your face all over again. His kisses were loving, just appreciating your warm body against him.

"I love you.. thank you for everything" You yawned out, wrapping your arms around him as you hid in his arms. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, your eyes growing heavy as tiredness took over.

Luke responded back with something and placed a kiss on your head, but you were unsure what he said as you started to doze off. You just let out a lazy hum, which he chuckled at.

[fraudulent-cheese]

I think im actually going to change who wins in my team escope tdwt au?

Originally Noah was going to win and alenoah was gonna be the final 2, but it felt both like a disservice to Heather's character who does have development over the course of the season and it wasn't super compelling to me (she's way more invested in the competition than Noah is + my personal agenda of making Alejandro loose the competition in every single AU i write) + Noah winning just not making for a satisfying ending

Heather in this AU would end up in a similar "previous antagonist becomes antihero due to a bigger vilain popping up" position as she does in canon, but it's combined with her making a genuine friend on the show in Harold; she's shown in the best light she's ever been shown on the show and while a good chunk of the audience is supporting Noah for the finale, she still has a decent crowd of supporters.

It's also my personnal mission to make Alejandro loose in every Total Drama AU i write apparently, and him loosing the tie-breaker is perfect for angst. Also i've seen my fair share of tdwt alenoah rewrites and none of them have included both in the final 3 tie-breaker so it would be fun to explore, with Noah only standing a chance against Alejandro thanks to his dodging ability and wanting to put an end to their endless pining...

It could go two ways - either Noah wins the Tie-Breaker or Alejandro wins the tie-breaker.

Noah at this point in the competition is sure of three things:

Alejandro's a very competitive guy, with a flare for the dramatics

Him and Noah have had been semi-friendly semi-fighting all competition, with it dipping more into a rivalry as of late (the thing keeping him trying after Eva's elimination)

And based on both of these facts:

Alejandro's most likely looking for a dramatic victory over him. Noah's not willing to give him that.

So, mid-spar, Noah's trying to solve this conflict once and for all - Not his brightest idea, but he's joined Total Drama so he's made worse decisions - and opts to be genuine while dodging Alejandro's hits. His earnestness does break through eventually, and confesses to him. They're both standing near the edge of the fighting platform, and are both tired as hell from the previous challenge.

That is the only reason Noah considers as the one behind Alejandro leaning in and kissing him.

After this is where the ending would diverge depending on who ends up in the final two: Alejandro would win by Noah falling into the water right afterwards on his own accord, and Noah would win by tricking Alejandro into falling into the shark infested water.

either making it to the final 2 doesn't change the outcome of Heather winning in the end, but it would change the banter and Helpers; Heather would pick Sierra (who got over Heather booting her back in Paris because she's "a sucker for redemption arcs") and Leshawna (who's friendly with her in this AU) while the boys would pick a combination of the third placer + one of their closest friendship on the show (Courtney and Noah for Alejandro, Alejandro and Izzy for Noah). Heather still ends up in the cage trap and is genuinly pissed at this, but Harold and Leshawna (through the power of friendship) snap her out of it with a similar line as in canon (that she's a better person now and either 1. more deserving of the win for them if she's against Noah or 2. the 'good guy' if she's going against Alejandro) and manages to climb up the volcano.

If Heather's against Noah, she catches up to him due to his garbage athletisism and if it's Alejandro, it's the cast catching onto his distaste of the "Al" nickname and using it against him (probably Owen and Izzy, the latter joining in for shits and giggles). If it's against Noah it'll be a roundabout way of having a friendship finale, it's just the good guy with friends vs the less good guy who's gotten better thanks to friendship and self reflection, and if it's Alejandro and Heather it's just bad guy vs good guy, more like in canon :p they could have a stupid dramatic swordfight with the dummies that Alejandro looses like an idiot and it gets him slipping to the volcano's base (because it would be a funny visual).

The volcano still explodes at the end, but i don't know if i want the "alejandro gets partially burnt" ending or "everyone (but the million dollars) is fine" ending yet. idk

[sluggintub]

Omg!!!!!!

Haiii!!!! Elloo!!!

Im back with your semi annual Robo Mace wip :0000

Finally was able to expand upon an idea cooking in my mind for a good bit which was a kinda battle mask (Basically whenever conflict is engaged their “human” mouth would be covered with this extravagant layer o’ metal to protect em!)

Practical considering they’re mostly made up of metal?

Absolutely not

Cool?

ABSOLUTELY

Anyways thats literally the whole wip.

Ive redrawn that same pose like five million times on different canvases with every attempt so ive made like zero progress 💀

But now that I have your attention I wanted to expand on Mace’s lore cuz I feel like it and I think i promised to make a post about it

So.

I dont know about any of you you guys-

I personally feel like Darcy the core and Alderitch coulda be so much cooler!

Like dont get me wrong. I like Darcy design wise! They’ve literally been living in my head rent free ever since their first teaser! (It’s a blessing and a curse please send help hshshHahabbfnsuaha)

But I personally feel like plot wise they were kinda lacking :(

And the idea of a bucha a n c i e n t newts consciousnesses invading a 13/14 year old kids mind forcefully is kinda…gross.

So.

I was brainstorming and came up with this:

When the core was first teased. Back in the ye olde days in the pre True colors when the fandom called it the Night-

Im not the only one that thought it was some sorta god right?

A giant mass of orange eyes that a powerful King that ruled for thousands of years kneels down to and calls “Master?”

Idk about you but that gives off omnipotent eldritch horror vibes to me.

So I basically took that concept and expanded upon that and incorporated bits of the lore that Andrias dropped about his kind.

Specifically about how he said that his kind were conquerers.

Why?

Sure. It could purely be a generational trauma thing.

His father did it. His father’s father did it. And his father’s father’s father did it as well.

That could be the end of it.

No one really knows why they conquer and enslave races other than “tradition.”

Maybe Andrias only mentions it all is so he can bask in his triumph. To feel a deluded sense of pride in his lineage for finally being able to continue the work of his forefathers after thousands of years of resentment and regret planted in his mind by his own father that twisted and corrupted his perception on reality.

Maybe Matt just thought those sequences up on the spot and they sorta made sense.

Theres alotta maybes and to my knowledge thats about the extent of it

But im not satisfied with that

So I took that concept. The conquering inter dimensional newts and elevated it.

The core was never a series of Newtopia’s “greatest minds.”

It was always an omnipotent being.

An all seeing all knowing all powerful elderitch horror that is always hungry.

Thats why Andrias’ ancestors invaded other worlds!

Whether it was out of fear or necessity or a deal made with the devil

The reason they invaded is because the core is always hungry. And it needed to feed. So they sacrificed whole worlds to the core just to satiate its ravenous appetite.

And it would explain why in the last season Amphibia was being siphoned for all its resources

Not only was it for the factories, the frobo army, and the mind control devices

It was to stave off the cores hunger until the invasion of earth could surpass

And I didnt forget about all those newts that died and had their brain transferred to the core originally oh nonono

They still sacrificed themselves. But not to join the core or become anything greater. Despite what they believed or what they were promised by the core, Alderitch and all those newts who made up the canon core were nothing more than willing sacrifices to the cores endless hunger. They realistically died for nothing.

So. With this concept/au/rewrite/whatever solves alot of the inconsistencies in the plot and also gets rid of the gross old newts in 13 year olds brain plot

Lemme know what you think of this concept! Im open to criticism and any ideas anyone is willing to share and will do my best to respond to em!

[ven-on-trial]

pairing: childe x gn!reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, oral (m!receiving), penetrative sex (gn!receiving), chair sex, biting, hair pulling, rough handling, reader on top, switch dynamic, singular brief mention of predator/prey, enemies to lovers but it’s complicated, modern assassin au, mentions of weaponry and scars, childe is referred to as ajax

word count: 1.2k

summary: after spending years locked in a tense purgatory of emotion with rival assassin tartaglia of the fatui harbinger division, something finally had to give.

i posted this almost a month ago and it was nuked from the tags so im making a final desperate attempt to repost it now that tags seem to be working consistently on my other blogs </3

Kissing a man who has been situated between your crosshairs tastes like blood. 

You think it should be worse, a putrid ichor that lingers and seeps into your tongue for an eternity. But instead it is bittersweet like a creamed coffee, with a tang of iron that feels downright addictive as you weave your fingertips through short ginger hair and pull. 

“Tartaglia,” you hum, grazing the backs of your fingers against his cheek as you lean in to steal his lips once more. “We’ve barely started and you’re so needy already. Am I wrong in assuming you’ve thought about this before?”

“Don’t call me that,” he says. He steps back, but not to escape; his hands remain outstretched towards you, beckoning you closer. “Not when we’re like this.”

Ajax is beautiful, sweat glistening like diamonds on his chest. The moonlight is kind to him, paints him tenderly and leaves him glowing just for you. Looking at him stills your heart for a moment, how he glances across at you with lidded eyes, bruised lips and a heaving ribcage. 

He looks completely and utterly taken already, which only serves to spur you on as you cross the room to meet him. 

You push his shoulders down until he’s dropping onto the chair behind him, a soft oof leaving him on impact. Wide eyes watch you step closer, as you kneel before him and place your hands on the plush of his thighs. With teasing touches, you edge your fingers further along his legs. Reflexively, he shudders.

“Ajax,” you purr, “what do you want from me?”

He parts his legs for you, revealing the straining bulge against tight fabric that pulsates as you reach for it. “Touch me.”

The length of his cock bobs as you pull it from his pants, only semi-hard but quickly firming under your hand. You press your lips to the tip gently, smugly observing the sharp intake of breath that draws his chest tighter, before taking him into your mouth. 

His hands find the back of your head, pressing you closer. Despite you initiating this entire ordeal, approaching Ajax like a hunter with prey in their sight, it feels instead as though you’re the one being devoured in this haze of passion. You can feel the way his cock twitches in your mouth, pushing against the back of your throat as you continue to coax him to release for you.

But before you can succeed, he’s gently pushing your head back, removing your lips from around him with a wet pop. 

All you get in explanation is a simple, “need you, please.”

Teeth sink into your collarbone, eliciting a gasp from you as Ajax pulls you towards him. You can feel him throb against your stomach as you sit on his thighs, as desperate for this as you are. 

"You'll regret this," he warns. His words are hollow, no more than a nicety as he chases frantic kisses along your jawline. 

You smile sweetly, letting his lips meet yours just once before you pull back. 

"I know."

Your name slips from his mouth with a whine as you lift up and settle onto his cock. He’s no bigger than you’ve taken before, but the feeling of him stretching you out numbs your mind in such a satisfying way. 

It's a deliberately agonizing process, purposefully slow so you can watch that blissed-out glaze in his eyes as he throws his head back. His cheeks are flushed scarlet, dark enough to drown out those pretty little freckles that dust his skin. He exhales, so very patient under the torture you must be inflicting. 

And then Ajax has had enough of your teasing. 

He grips your thighs harder, as if trying to pry flesh from bone, and holds you down so you can feel the full extent of him within you. As you adjust to the sudden fullness, he occupies himself by eagerly lathing his tongue along your neck. 

Most days, you spew vitriol at this man every chance you can get. But tonight, as his hips start to thrust and his fingers cut impossibly deeper into your skin, coaxing your body up and down to meet each movement, you serenade him with a glorious symphony. 

"Fuck,” he says, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“If it were that easy to kill you,” you huff, “I’d have fucked you years ago.”

He grins, eyes practically glowing as he reaches up to meet your lips, murmuring against them, “if only.”

Gone is the Ajax who seemed shellshocked by your boldness, replaced instead by a man taking full advantage of the situation you’ve put him in. He fucks into you like a man possessed, as though he’ll tear you both apart and recreate you together in a new, better image. Your hands clasp his shoulders, nails pressing crimson crescents against scarred skin. 

Briefly, you wonder if you could map out the marks you’ve made on him throughout the years. There’s a scar across his thigh, at least there must be. You know that dagger went deep enough to mar him. A few stray bullet scrapes litter his shoulders. Some larger, jagged cuts criss-cross down his thick arms. 

You’ve the imperfections to match, of course- a twin wound along your throats from the time you’d had knives against one another, the first time you looked into his eyes and wondered what it would be like to kiss that infuriating grin off his lips. 

Perhaps part of the reason you’ve been so drawn to him all this time is that you know what it’s like to have blood on your hands and that bittersweet taste on your tongue. There are rarely people around long enough in your line of work to feel that connection, to viscerally understand the inner workings of a similar mind. 

And now, as he cries your name like it’s a siren’s call, his lips find yours and you kiss him like your very life depends on it. You bring your hands up to his jaw, cup his cheeks tenderly and fuck him until he reaches a breaking point. 

The release of pressure, the cataclysmic wave that washes over him as he comes, brings you to your own peak as he rides out his orgasm beneath you. Though his thrusts turn lethargic, he remains steadfast until you’re clenching around him, tight enough to coax another desperate whine from his lips. 

In the heady rush of post-climax, Ajax rests his forehead against yours. 

It’s a gentle intimacy compared to everything else you had just done, compared to the cock softening inside you and the cum dripping down your thighs onto his lap. His grip on you finally falters, turns into lazy arms circling your waist to keep you close. 

“Was I right?” he whispers, wavering voice more vulnerable than the carnal acts you’ve just shared in. “Do you regret it?”

“Jury’s still out on that one,” you hum in thought, “but perhaps I can stay the night and give you my answer in the morning.”

Ajax laughs, bumping his nose against yours playfully. “I’d like that.”

“Okay then,” you say. “I will.”

[brionbroadway]

just saw in ur tags that fantasy high sophomore year is your favorite season and i just had to come and say HELL YEAH FINALLY SOMEONE WHO AGREES!!!!!!!!! it feels like everyone's favorite season is always acoc or tuc and im not dissing those choices but idk i just cant relate. fabian's bard arc, adaine and alewyn's reconciliation, everything about kalina, THE ELVES EPISODE??? nothing compares. i love it so much.

Hell yeah! I have such a distinct memory of finishing an episode in the back-half of FHSY and just sitting on my couch, processing and realizing that this campain was going to be the one that really sticks with me. And I loved the two campaigns I watched prior (Fantasy High & ACOC), but this just hit different.

Going in, my impression was it was the most unhinged season, and it does have those moments that I love, but I was not prepared for the emotions of it. I did not care about Adaine in Fantasy High and suddenly she was my favourite character. Riz and his dad broke me. My favourite Emily performance is in the Forest of the Nightmare King when she realizes Ayda loves her for being herself. And Kalina, oh my God. My favourite villain, so creepy and unsettling.

And through all that, it's so funny. Even things I was semi-spoiled on, like Fabian's no good, very bad day, and Hilda Hilda, were more wild than I could have imagined.

And at the end, I wanted a Junior Year because I wanted to spend more time with the characters, but I was also so satisfied with how everyone's arcs concluded. That's rare and hard to achieve in actual play. I am so excited for Junior Year to see what the intrepid heroes do now that they've lived in the characters for so long.

Anyway I took your ask to ramble about how much I love FHSY, but it means so much to me.

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dude poor Emmie is getting bodied im so sorry 😭💔

BAHDBAYDYAJ it's okaaaay, I was expecting it/gen

Im just happy to be in the semi-finals:0! Im, in all honesty, satisfied if Emmie dies here, it's much more than I expected!