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[lissa646]

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[codypunk]

idk if there's even an audience for this besides like 2 mutuals but also I feel like I should actually put this down instead of vaguely alluding to it all the time. the movementverse is my au where it's basically just what if the messiah gimmick actually worked and I changed murph and the aop for people I actually care about (sorry).

nathan (frazer) also made a tweet back in 2021 about how if seth ever needed an actually loyal disciple instead of murphy, he was available so that was what made my gay little gears turn

its essentially a seth and roman role swap with roman being a far more mentally stable version of himself and seth as a tyrannical leader of a faction bc it's kind of funny to think about. also seth loses his eye at extreme rules instead of rey which to me is what would have been the last proverbial straw that would put him full force into that persona, since in canon he seemingly has some kind of remorse (or he just thinks it's gross, either way he throws up)

its also in canon already very heavy handed on the authority callbacks, seth word for word parrots things hunter once said to him back to murph so I always really kind of wished they did more with that because it does a lot for seths character that his idea of a villain is using hunters words and tactics and using his sledgehammer

[ganondoodle]

.... back on my totk rewrite thoughts so, poll time (pls read before voting o3o )

no matter how cute tulins design is, i like teba more and he had at least a little bit more to fall back on from botw than tulin did, given how little time is spent on these characters (and the time that is is just ... so flat, its all so tasteless, no flavor) hes just as much, or little really, as the champions descendants were in botw .. if even, though this game should have been the time to go hard on narrative, sicne the world was established now would have been the time to dig into the story more

im considering making teba the 'sage' (no sages in my rewrite but for understandings sake) and possibly with a .. 'backpack' tulin, they are a team and work as one (doing proper character arcs is hard to do in a game world like botw, given how isolated each area is and how little everyone interacts, id focus more on having some active troubles and dangers- team getting seperated etc. to make it feel like theres actual stakes instead of a flat one scene character 'arc' and then some baby puzzles that i hesitate to even call that)

(i still havent found a workaround for the abilities yet, botws way of doing it was very well integrated and made sense with the story, i dont want to repeat that but also dont want to have the shitty totk way, - killing a character off in the present to have them aid you in spirit is interesting only if not applied to everyone bc then it gets all too samey again, something something items in a way--- regardless of how im gonna solve that issue, i like the idea of them working together just like you are actively traveling with zelda as your companion and it will work whether i give them actual abilities or not)

[kitakami-kid]

are we not gonna talk about how kieran bought enough plane tickets for you and the zero crew? this 15 yr old boy who lives in rural japan? doesn't he know he can just buy a phone himself???

[jimin-updates]

More reward ads for Jimin

This time, for winning Best Song at the Mega Champ Awards:

Thank you to everyone who voted!

[water-mellie-seeds]

I like that the prince mush boss fight is unfairly hard. Btw. I think it makes sense AND i like it

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

Bojack had given up on taking a drunken Stan to Sheilas and brought him into the hotel , via his wheelchair just awkwardly holding him on his lap. This was going to end up on the news somehow he just knew it. bojack horseman seen with child at a hotel room.. ughhh .. part of his brain said this was stupid, there were better ways to deal with this situation .. and maybe there were but taking him back to his neglectful mother and abusive father and scary sister didn't seem like the safe option for his mental state. So here he was taking him to room 13 while he spoke random whatevers.. @stanbarf

[intotheelliwoods]

AHHH!!! AH!!! 🥺!!!!! AH!!!

Another DTIYS for @intotheelliwoods!

Congratulations on the 4k!!!!!

And thanks for all the fun Hunger Games sims the last few days! 😜

[lov3darlings]

darlings thoughts, figureskater!reader (18+)

cw: smut obviously, cock warming, implied sugar daddy, age gap

thinking about being lando norris' controversially young gf who acts like it's a six year age gap is not thattt big. besides f1 fans are not new to controversial relationships in the new grid. he's spoiling you with whatever he can. new blades with your name on it and his initials in very tiny font that the cameras can't catch. he's buying you multiple replicas of the same dress so that he can tear it off of you after every competion.

irrespective of your stance on the podium. well, it does matter. when you get the gold he's the sweet guy but anything less than that awaits a punishment. he says that he's pushing you to your best abilities better than you coach.

each quad jump, spin, new world record made or broken foesters rewards like those stella mccartney shoes you said you wanted, that vera wang dress, a Laferrari, his fingers, his cock. whatever you like.

"there's my champ, my girl," he says pulling you into a hug as the gold medal hung around your neck and another grand prix final champion title, metaphorically, on your shoulders. "you were amazing out there as always," he mumbled into your neck making you blush. his behaviour even in bed is usually sweet, singing your praises as he stretches out your cunt.

the green dress, previously adorned in rhinestones and glitter torn down to shreddes on the bedroom floor along with your skin coloured tights. the gold medal and team jacket somewhere along the pile of clothes.

"lan—"you sobbed, coming undone on his cock. "your sweet cunt was made for my cock," he groans, bullying his cock into your cunt until he came. his cum painting your walls white. lando shoved his middle and ring finger into you cunt, stuffing the sitcky liquid back. your legs were already aching from the competion. you sure would be sore tomorrow.

he adjusts himself between you thighs. your legs over his shoulder and his face between your weeping cunt. already overstimulated, you try to push him away as he peppers kisses on your sore cunt. "don't you dare push me away. you're gonna take it like the champ you are," he bits on your inner thigh. "aren't you one doll? aren't you my champ, my pretty girl?" he asks before lapping up at your juices.

he knows how much you crave his praise, his validation. motherfucker knows how to get his way to you heart and your cunt.

lando is undoubtedly a jealous man and it shines (in bed) when you have pair performances for gala.

"didn't know he paid for the skates and dresses you wear huh?" he cocks his head to side. his cock burried in you but not doing anything. "baby please," you mumbled, trying to move in his lap to get some friction but his arms on your waist kept you in locked in a place.

"please what, darling?" he smirked. "please just do something," you buried your head in his neck. "something like this?" he asks, suddenly thrusting in you earning a squeal of a moan. "yeah," you breathe in.

"well then gorgeous, come on beg for it, say who you belong to," he pinches your waist. "baby please, please fuck me, i belong to you. please, please, please just fuck me." yeah you weren't afriad of a little begging if it meant he fucked you well.

"mhhm, say it a little louder," he said. you obliged, repeating your pleas again. "again." "can't hear you." "beg for it more." "once again." he made you repeat yourself again and again until he was satisfied and the words were drilled into your brain. only then to reward you.

lando excitedly awaits the end of season. his obviously, but more so yours. finally when he can drag you all around the world for a few months before you need to start preparing for another season of winning. but not only that, he loves when his beloved comes into his arms running after winning yet another world championship.

he can finally make her try both the dresses so that he can take his painfully slow time to tear it off of her and reward you by leaving you breathless in the monaco night. in his yatch, car, paddocks around the world, everywhere he pleased and by sneakily stealing away your ability to walk for a couple of days.

[lokipokey]

kento nanami didn't realize he had it in him until he met you. and by god, did it surprise the absolute fuck out of you both.

you thought your sly comment would earn a small but rewarding dig out of him. get a rise out of his uptight, slack-wearing ass and encourage him to live a little. you took your role just as seriously as he did, but fuck, this man was the personified definition of the term bootstrapper. playing with powerful men was a fun little hobby of yours; a bit of entertainment during your incredibly taxing day-to-day duties of being a jujutsu sorcerer. gojo could take your shit like a champ and give it right back to you without missing a beat. you knew you held very little power in this light over the strong-willed man you knew as kento nanami. he never gave in to your antics to rile him.

it was a personal challenge of yours to break the blasé businessman.

and tonight you were keeping him taut and teetering on the very edge of his composure, not that you had to know that. kento nanami was good at remaining professional, especially so here at the office. and especially in front of you, someone he personally held a great amount of respect for, a notable and proven challenge to even the strongest, with an even smarter mouth.

it was just the two of you, finishing out the last of your tasks for the evening. you were sat in his office, in the chair that stood before his desk flipping casually through the stack of potential recruits you stiffed from gojo’s desk. you didn’t even catch exactly which quip from your armory of smartassery fell from your lips as you got up to leave the man to his work that had him up and flush behind you in a flash.

nanami had your ponytail wrapped around his fist and yanked hard, your head slamming back hard into the crook of his neck as his front was suddenly flat against your back. an astounded gasp was choked from your throat at the sudden blow to the back of your head against his stocky shoulder.

"is this what you want, sweetheart?" he whispered as his sharp cheekbone grazed the apple of your cheek as your head remained restrained there at his hand. his tone was all too casual for the rate he had your heartbeat at, "if you want something, you have to ask for it."

your eyes instantly shot over to study the businessman, whose face was a mere inch from yours. though you strained to get a good look from the position he had you in, you gathered no expression about him. like this reaction of his was completely typical of him. like you should have seen this coming. from the corner of his eye, nanami's stony gaze fell to you.

your stunned silence was not the right answer, but your mind was in no state to converse. the man who had never so much as cracked a playful one-liner back at your frequent lashes of witticism had you now standing flush against his front rutting his rigid cock into the fat of your ass.

this, was certainly not what you expected from kento nanami. but you had absolutely no objection of the matter.

the hand that didn't have your hair secured tight around it trailed flat up the front of you, leaving no curve untouched in its wake. he grazed upward through the valley of your breasts to reach and rest at your collarbone, ever so controlled and meticulous. he could feel your heartbeat hammering. "beg. maybe i'll consider."

the gasp that escaped passed your lips was completely involuntary. the 7:3 sorcerer was capable of a lot more than you thought. and fuck — you couldn't deny the ache in your cunt as it clenched in compulsion around nothing. but oh how you wished it was that unrelenting cock at your back that was filling the space—

with a clearing of your strained throat, your eyes dart back to his in this intimate proximity he's placed you in, "is this how you're going to handle gojo's smart mouth, too? if so let me know— i'd love to be there to see it."

without hesitation kento's hips snapped up into your ass, retaliation for that fucking mouth, grinding that weapon of a cock into you. "satoru doesn't make me feel like this."

his free hand was at your neck now, his fingers grazing upward of the exposed skin until they reached your mouth. his fingertips brushed over your parted lips, his index and middle finger tapping lightly together at the entrance. you took a sharp inhale in through your nose and held it there.

"you know exactly what you want," nanami's voice was a steady growl in your ear, almost like he knew how to tame you, "let's see how much you want it."

nanami slips those same two digits passed your lips to settle on your tongue. instinctively you hollow your cheeks out around them, sucking on the slender length of his two fingers as if they were the hard unyielding cock at into your backside. it twitched beneath you at your actions in encouragement. your tongue made quick work of the digits, coating them in your spit.

your actions earn a satisfied tut from the former businessman. "thaaaaat's it, sweetheart."

nanami dips his fingers further down your throat and you gag around them, saliva filling your mouth. pleased with the result, he pulls a sloppy string of it straight out. he hastily releases your hair and wraps his hand around to the front of you to roughly undo the button of your pants. your eyes widened, and before you can say a word, his slick digits pushed aside your panties and slapped hard against your clit with a wet thwack!

"kento— fuck!"

you couldn't help but yelp, your knees going weak and body concaving back even further into nanami's sturdy frame. he cushioned the responsibility of your sudden weight, stepping back til his backside hits the desk, leaning back onto it so your body could recline back against his.

“shhhh," he coos, fingers working ever so tender circles on your throbbing clit. it had your legs shaking against your accustomed tight control. "i’m going easy on you. i should be getting the belt right now thanks to that mouth of yours."

the sheer thought of this man stripping his belt from his perfectly tailored suit just to bend you over his knee to take it as punishment had your pussy soaking through your panties. his all too expensive cologne was the only thing you could get your overstimulated brain to focus on, breathing him in and out as it worked deliriously on catching up to the scene splayed out before you. your bare legs spread and split open before him. watching the endless laps he drew over your clit with the sloppy slick he earned out of your cunt. you drifted your hazy gaze to his lust-blown eyes that watched himself work with such precision, such care. like that smart mouth of yours he had been reprimanding you for seconds prior was something he was truly quite fond of. kento leaned back and parted your thighs further with the tops of his knees, propping up your numb lower half like he was trying to get a closer look of his handiwork.

kento slowed his pace even further, even lighter, like he was a wind-up toy in need of another crank. you pushed a guttural groan out of your throat at the new tempo. it felt so good it turned to torture. so antagonizingly slow. moving so still you had the time to notice how your body rose and fell with his deep breaths beneath you. how his free hand held your hip so softly, as if you were so delicate you'd break under any sort of pressure. the way his sharp cheekbone found a resting place in the hollow of your cheek. the man was so caught up in pleasing your cunt to notice you noticing the details of his actions. your lips parted as if to speak, but the only sound to be heard in grain of the silence was the squelch! of your sopping cunt at the mercy of his fingers. kento hummed in contentment.

"for a woman with such an arsenal of satirical cracks i'm quite surprised you've stayed quiet for this long," nanami's lips were at your temple as he spoke, and if you weren't so drunk on his fingers and oh so very touch-starved you might have almost mistaken the motion of his lips brushing against your skin for kisses. "i didn't know you had it in you. i almost enjoy the quiet."

your laugh startled the both of you. he was successfully riling you up. "oh, say it like you mean it, kento," your hips were softly bucking up toward his touch, wordlessly begging him for more, "you love my smart mouth almost as much as you'd love fucking it."

though he tried to conceal it, you caught the waver in his slick-coated digits as he tried to seamlessly resume his pattern. a shit-eating grin found its way to your lips. you had the man wrapped around your finger. but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let it show, at least not on his face. his throbbing cock still flush against the meat of your ass said it all.

despite the back talk, and like the perfect gentleman he was, his fingers continued taking great care of that sensitive bundle of nerves for you. his gaze hadn’t faltered from your growingly antsy core. he had a simple question fall from his lips, “is that what you want?”

the idea of him with a hand locked at the back of your head as he leisurely fucked your mouth slow and deliberate had you clenching desperately around nothing again. your head was quick to shoot up off his shoulder at the rising temperature boiling within your core. nanami took it upon himself to quicken his pace, if only a degree faster, his strapping bicep tensing around you as he started putting in overtime.

you were breathing hard through your nose as you bit down on your lip, doing your best to hold in the moans that were threatening to spill out into the office building. you knew you’d cum just like this if he kept going, but you wanted— no, needed, more of him.

your cunt was aching. and though you could feel his unrelenting cock pinned against you he had not yet made one move to reward himself with any pleasure whatsoever.

a moan hitched in your throat, coming out as a desperate gasp for oxygen. your hand shot up to latch onto his forearm. it was a warning. “do us both a favor and just stick that cock of yours inside me already.”

his face made no change as you peered up at him, stoic as ever. it pissed you off. seeing yourself come so undone while he remained as normal as ever. like he didn’t have your weeping cunt propped up before him completely defenseless against any form of attack he wanted to pursue. he knew exactly how to push your buttons, just as you did his. you hated being on this side of the torment. everyone may not have been entirely wrong when they claimed your mouth would be the death of you. because you sure felt like you could die right here, right now, in the palm of kento nanami's hand.

he paused the movement of his fingers entirely. "you're not in a position to make demands."

without warning he slipped his inner fingers into your sopping cunt, as far as he could given his limited reach, but it was plenty enough to rip a moan from the depths of your gut. he rutted them inside until the hilt of his knuckles stopped him, pulsing them there in short spurts til you stopped holding your breath with the scream that spilled out of you. you hadn't even noticed you had been holding it. yet there you were, every move he made you were waiting there with baited breath. this man would be the death of you.

you were desperate and lacking your usual self control. it was unlike you to let your yearning cunt speak for you. especially to the 7:3 sorcerer. "please! god— fuck! please, please, nanami. please."

you were not above begging now. nanami couldn't deny how much he wanted to give in to your pleas. to fuck your pretty little cunt beyond oblivion just as you had so bluntly demanded over his desk until the wood snapped.

but that would ruin his entire lesson plan for you.

kento nanami returned his full attention to your pussy with full force, slapping four long fingers to your clit and lapping it in fat circles. you're not attempting to hold any sounds back now. even if you could you didn't want to, your noises were the highest of praises pouring from your parted lips for the beautiful blond man underneath you to keep going. you were so close it hurt. bursting at the seams at the doing of just one of his hands. what a panting, sweaty mess he made of your usually put together and composed self. but the most terrifying truth of it all was that you had no problem being at his mercy.

you gasped as you realized it, even in your state of seventh heaven. you weren't breaking this man. he was breaking you.

in a flash nanami had you on the desk. he was at the door by the time your head snapped up, stunned as you laid there propped up atop the cold wood.

nanami’s face was expressionless, but it told you everything you needed to know. you cursed at yourself under your panting breath. this was a move out of your own arsenal. and you couldn't blame him. it was about time someone gave you a taste of your own medicine. but out of all people… you didn’t realize kento nanami was the one who had it in him.

son of a fucking bitch.

he left you with a simple caveat — looking the definition of cool, calm, and collected as he readjusted his suit jacket and lugged his finished stack of paperwork out the door, "bad girls don't get to cum. let's try again next time."

[nohoperadio]

I went to the Wikipedia page on Les Champs magnétiques (a French surrealist novel written entirely as automatic writing, i.e. typing whatever words come into your head without trying to make them mean anything), which is one of the Wikipedia pages I remember being fascinated by as a young teen first discovering Wikipedia, when at least a couple of you were literally not even born yet, or like barely born. The very short article hasn't changed much since 20 years ago except that the example passage they quote is now a different one for some reason, which I noticed immediately on account of the vibes being wrong despite the new passage also mentioning train stations, and I had to go back to an older revision to see the one I remember from my youth:

The marvellous railway-stations never afford us shelter anymore: the long passages terrify us. So in order to go on living these monotonous minutes must still be stifled, these scraps of centuries. Once we loved the year's last sunny days, the narrow plains where our eyes' gaze flowed like those impetuous rives of our childhood. There remain nothing but reflections now in the woods repopulated with absurd animals, with well-known plants.

For some reason I felt like going back even further to the very first version of the article, created May 8th 2004, and I was rewarded with the fact that the user who initially created the article for Les Champs magnétiques (and the current version is still mostly their work actually) decided to get a bit self-referential and wacky with it; this is how their original version ends:

Keeping the spirit of surrealism, the rest of this entry is done using automated writing (spelling mistakes and all): A strange french book, is this book. I can try to read it but sometinmes I have trouble, especisallym wsince my essay is due in Monday. I have boorrowed a lot of books from the library. Perhapos I can do an automated essay? I mentioned it to my lecturerer and he said it would not work. I wonder if the wiklipedia people will accept this entry. I think they are too strict and it is a pity that surrealism is not an accepted technique if these people knew anything about post-modernism they would realise that everythign like this is valid on some level althought I guess I haven't really spoken about the book, yeah its good, there is poetry towards the end so it's not really a novel.

[lissa646]

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[eyesxxyou]

💿 hobie brown x fem!reader

❝ warnings ❞ size kink, fingering, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), light slapping, pussy slapping

We need to realistically talk about how large Hobie is. Yes, he's skinny but he’s also 6’5” and we all know that skinny dudes have the biggest dicks. He’s a grower for sure.

We need to talk about how much you struggle to take him every single time, how he takes his time playing with your pussy and stretching you open so it doesn't hurt. His fingers are long and slender and reach places you couldn't reach on your own. His tongue teases yours, fingers sometimes coming out to stroke your clit before slipping back in to curl against your soft ridge. “Open up f’me, doll. Be good.”

And when he finally gets the monster out, he strokes it between the wet lips of your pussy, slapping it against your soaked cunt, teasing his tip against your entrance until you’re weeping and begging him to put it in.

You always struggle to take him as stated before. The fat head of his cock pushing into your tight cunt until you cry. He keeps going even though you push your hand to his hip to slow him down. God, your pussy is so tight and wet and soft. He can't stop himself from taking what he needs, pushing into you until he manages to fit all of it into your tiny hole.

“I’s okay, you can take i’.” He stuffs his massive length into you until you’re creaming on it, already cumming with just a few thrusts. Your body tries to run but he holds you still, holds you down, makes you take more.

“Nice lil’ pussy.” He murmurs, as he fucks you sideways, your pussy leaving a creamy ring of your cum at the base of his cock. You can barely take it. Your poor pussy is all swollen and puffy from his abuse. His fingers sloppily rubbing your clit until you cum again.

Sometimes he pulls out completely, takes his time to stroke his cock against your aching pussy while your thighs tremble. He thrusts all the way back in with one stroke of his hips and then all the way back out. Your legs shake some more. His hands grip your thighs, rubbing gentle circles into the muscle to help the shaking stop. “Take ya time, lovie.”

He fucks you from the back and grips your jaw. His body towers over you, forces your back to arch, fucks into you like no tomorrow. Hobie makes you see stars, makes you go cross-eyed. You can't formulate words, can't grasp a single coherent thoughts in that dumb little mind of yours. Hobie holds your hands behind your back and your face falls into the sheets. He chuckles, smiling. "Gotcha goin' dumb, don't I? Stay wit' me love." He reaches and lightly slaps your cheek to ground you.

And when he finally cums, he cums so much, so much that it leaks out if you in messy, white globs. He spreads it with the length of his cock, slapping his length against your ruined pussy while you struggle to catch your breath.

"did so well f'me, dove. Took my cock like a fuckin' champ, ya did."

He always rewards you after taking him, knowing how difficult it can be sometimes. He gets down on his knees before you and takes his time cleaning you up with his tongue. Hobie's lips kiss your clit and his tongue laps at your leaking cunt. He eats you until your legs clamp around his head and your hands work to push him away from overstimulated. It's torture of the best kind.

Hobie's so fucking big, it's insane.

[keerysfreckles]

Okay hi I don’t know if I’m doing this right and this is how you rqs something, I saw your cry for help for a luke Castellan fic,

could I pls request something like a daughter of Poseidon reader and her and Luke have been friends for years but haven’t never really seen each other as more than that until some guy starts to hit on her and Luke gets jealous asf and then the Luke starts a fight with him because he said something nasty about reader, and rewarded gets pissed off that Luke’s fighting and it’s super angsty and jealous and they fight and make up and realise their feelings and maybe a kiss?????

Hope that wasn’t too long xx

someone gets hurt — luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x poseideon fem!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns, a couple swear words, character sexualizing reader

a/n: GETTING THE HOO BOOKS TOMORROW!!!!!!!!

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"again!"

the sound of swords clanging against each other echoed in the empty field and through the forest.

"luke, how many more times do we have to do this?" y/n was out of breath. her right hand was red from gripping her sword too hard for the past hour, her hair has been tied back by now, and sweat coated her cheeks and arms.

"no offence, but your dad is into water, not swords," luke responds.

"what? you're saying i'm not the best swordsman in camp?"

luke chuckles, "obviously, because i'm here."

y/n only laughs at his response.

"swordswoman."

"what?" y/n's more than confused.

"you wouldn't be the best sowrdsman at camp. swordswoman would be the correct term."

instead of responding y/n shoves her sword inbetween luke's wrist and hip, skillfully pushing her own sword to make his fall to the ground.

"yeah, yeah, miss one time champ. go get some water," luke laughs.

"you know, after being your friend for so many years," y/n starts, but takes another sip of water as luke walks over to the bench she's sitting on. she continues, "you would think i'd learn your fighting patterns, and actually beat you for once."

"that's the thing y/n. my fighting strategies always change. once you find them out, they'll just change again," luke replies.

"you ready to go again?" luke asks for a few minutes, letting the girl have time to rest.

y/n nods, and gratefully takes luke's hand to help her up off the bench. she walks over to the dirt area with a slight limp. luke had cut her leg earlier, on accident of course, and y/n insisted she was fine. after pouring half her water bottle on it, there was nothing more than a light scar. however it still hurt.

"wow! with a limp like that, you'd think i was with her all night!"

corey andrews stepped into the clearing of the woods, with his ares brothers right beside him. ever since he got to camp a year ago he'd been harassing y/n. he always found a way to call her out in front of others. and it made y/n's blood boil.

she was about to walk over to the idiotic camper and punch him, but luke grabbed her wrist.

"leave it," his voice was soft, yet firm.

y/n gives in, and goes back to sword fighting with luke. the pair ignore corey and his friends.

corey on the other hand dislikes the silence. he walks over to y/n's side, and pokes her in the sides. it causes her to let out a small shriek and drop her sword.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" she turns and scolds corey, punching him in the shoulder.

"dude, you never mess with someone while they have a sword in their hands," luke picks up y/n's sword for her.

"oh that was nothing. we're just playing, right babe?"

y/n's stomach drops at the name coming out of corey's mouth.

"what's your problem andrews?" luke gently pushes y/n behind him. a motion the girl would soon be thankful for.

"my problem is that absolute babe, with that kinda body isn't in my bed right now," corey gestures to y/n. she's fully behind luke, holding onto his arm. was it out of comfort? or in order to keep luke from lashing out? y/n didn't know, but luke didn't mind her touch.

"she's busy," luke answers for her, feeling her grip tighten, "we're busy. so if you could leave, that'd be great."

luke needed corey to get out of his sight before he punched him. he couldn't stand what the ares boy was saying about his best friend.

"not before i get a piece of her," corey snickers and lunges to try and get to y/n from behind luke.

"corey!" luke scolds, throwing his arms out to block corey.

"don't touch me!" y/n yells in fear, now holding luke's shirt tighter than ever.

finally one of corey's friends speaks up, "corey, come on, they both asked you to leave her alone."

the other friend can't help but agree.

"y/n, go find chiron and tell him about corey," luke whispers. with a nod, y/n's running in the direction of the big house. anything to get away from corey.

before the harasser can get a gain on y/n, luke's grabbing him by the shirt. he lets go, but only to punch him square in the face.

blood instantly seeps out of his nose, and luke swore he saw fire gleaming in corey's eyes.

"why are you so protective of her? what? you sleeping with her or something?"

luke's expression doesn't change.

"if you say one more thing about her, i swear i'll punch you into the ground."

no words were spoken, making luke release his grip on corey's shirt. corey however takes the opportunity to shove his head into luke's knocking him back a few steps.

corey gets a few punches in before luke regains his balance. a few more punches land on luke's arms, before he shoves corey back, and punches him one last time before the asshole is laying on the ground.

luke's breathing heavily and corey's catching his breath on the groun as chiron speaks up.

he walks fully out of the woods now, with y/n climbing off his back. as soon as she told him what happened, he directed her to get in his back as he ran towards the arena.

y/n ran to luke as chiron started scolding corey and his two brothers, mostly corey though.

y/n holds luke's face in her hands, running her thumbs over the fresh red patches on his cheeks.

"are you okay?" there's nothing but concern filling her voice.

luke dryly chuckles, "you should see the other guy."

y/n leans up and wraps her arms around luke's neck to fully pull him into a hug. in seconds his own arms wrap around her waist.

as they pull away, luke watches chiron walk off with the three ares brothers.

"are you okay?" luke finally asks y/n.

she nods, "yeah, it's uh, nothing he hasn't said before. he's just never lunged at me before."

luke leans over to kiss y/n's forehead, before talking back to their swords. he was going to put them away, with the other dull fighting swords, but y/n's voice stops his movements.

"thank you," luke turns to the girl, "you've saved me a lot from corey, and i've never really told you thank you."

"what are friends for?"

luke's words hurt y/n, not on purpose. y/n can't help but see luke differently recently. she wasn't sure if he grew into his looks, or maybe it was just her hormones messing with her, but she started falling for luke castellan.

"you okay?" luke walks back over to the girl.

she only nods, "yeah, yes i'm okay."

luke notices the shake in her voice and her emotions changing from one to another.

"are you sure?" luke's hands rubs up and down her shoulders.

y/n only nods again, but after a moment her eyes drift down to his lips subconsciously.

luke noticed.

the boy smirks slightly, making y/n confused.

"you look like you want to kiss me."

y/n's cheeks change to the brightest shade of red, and she immediately starts shaking her head.

"no! no, no that's ridiculous," she denies

"what if i said i want to kiss you too?"

y/n's breath catches in her throat. she must've heard luke wrong.

her thought was disproved when luke leaned in slightly. he stopped, wanting to make sure y/n wanted this just as much as he did. the girl simply pulls luke to her by his neck. a small groan emits his lips once they connect with hers.

the kiss was full of force, and pent up emotions. they could both tell, and they knew how long they needed this kiss to happen.

"you guys done sucking face?"

luke and y/n break apart at clarisse's voice.

"we need the arena to practice," she states, motioning to a few of the ares sisters behind her.

"yeah uh," luke coughs, "we'll go."

and with that, he pulls a very giddy y/n out of the arena and toward the direction of his cabin.

[harianaswhore]

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NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

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SO SO PROUD OF HIM !!! MONACO CURSE WHO??? ❤️❤️

hometown hero (smau) - @sweeterlovers

a reward for the champ (s) - @driverlando

big win (smau) - @leclercmode

sei a casa, charles (f)- @fangirl-dot-com

you were my best friend first (f) - @pierregazly

sister!reader (smau) - @multiversesweets

the predestined (f) - @elizaleclerc

make them proud (f) - @pucksandpower

prince of monaco (f,s) (^)

exchanged glances the perfect day (f) - @sophsbookstore

the curse of monaco - @cutielando

home ties (smau) - @astonmartinii

break the curse (f) - @hookhausenschips

you're just like mars, you shine in the sky (f) - @agentstarkid

always with me (f) - @lokideservesahug

he wins in monaco! (smau) - @pomegranatesarchive

broken curses (f) - @kobbiesmainoo

home hero (f) - @harrysfolklore

prince of monaco (f) - @23victoria

just another stranger (a,f)- @leclerity

also sorry this is so late 😭

[mindmelter]

Step By Step

"Thank you for setting me free," All football players said in perfect unison, their deep voices in perfect synch like in a choir. "Thank you for finding me these hosts. I will forever be grateful to you."

I looked up at the line of jocks, all stacked up on the stairs, shirtless and ripped, their muscles were covered in sweat after an intense football practice. They stared down at me with adoring eyes.

I still couldn’t believe what was happening.

Infecting the football team water system with that slimy alien substance I found inside a capsule at an abandoned building? Genius move. Now, all these arrogant, straight jocks are mere hosts for the alien slime—every single one of them.

The alien is a Hivemind parasite, capable of seamlessly infiltrating and controlling multiple human bodies at once. A single drop of the slime is enough for the alien to turn a brain into goo.

I grinned at them, "You’re welcome. Now… It's time to show me how grateful you really are. Don't you think? I'm not trying to rub it in, but if it weren't for me, you'd still be stuck inside that abandoned lab."

"I appreciate your help. Please, come enjoy your reward!" The football players flexed their biceps at the same time.

I took a step onto the front line of hot jocks. Their eyes were empty, dead, but their bodies? Perfect and ready to be enjoyed by the nerd they never even knew existed. My hand reached out, running over the hard, thick pecs of the football player on the far right. I stuck my tongue out and began to lick his sweaty body, tasting the salt on his hard muscles.

"That's great, keep tasting my muscles, You’ve earned this, dude!" This time only the jock I was worshiping spoke.

I grabbed his bulge and was disappointed to feel he was soft. "Can you make them all hard, please?"

"Your wish is my command!" They all said this time. In seconds I felt the jock's cock growing in my grip.

I then focused on the hunky black jock on his side. Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his neck, then trailed kisses down his chest, tasting the salt on his skin, breathing in his manly musk. He didn't move, just stood there, letting me explore his dark nipples with my tongue.

"That's right, enjoy my nipples, you deserve it champ!"

I smirked and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pressed our bodies together, kissing him deeply, his lips warm and soft against mine. My hand then slid down his pants, feeling the thick shaft in his shorts. He stood still, letting me take my time to enjoy every inch of him.

After I finished making out with the stud, I went to the head-shaved jock on his side and did the same to him, and then to the next...

After I was done with the first line, I took one step up the stairs. I was now at eye level with a new set of thick, bulging pecs. I focused on a pale blond jock and started to kiss him passionately. I felt his hands on my ass, and his hard cock pocking my crotch.

I kept switching. Jock by jock. Step by step. Squeezing my lean small body between those huge and sweaty muscles. Every new step brought another line of hot, hard bodies, and I would touch, feel, and taste each one of them. My hands explored every muscle, my mouth tasted all their sweat, and my nose smelled their musky armpits.

The alien didn't just make them stand there. The jocks would kiss me and even hug me from behind, like they were fighting for my attention. They pressed their hard cocks against my ass while whispering sweet compliments in my ear, thanking me and saying things I never thought I'd hear from the mouths of such hot, straight jocks.

By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I was breathless and my mouth was hurting, but I still was just as horny as when I was at the bottom of the stairs.

"Let's go to the locker room. A successful takeover like this deserves a big gay orgy as a celebration!" I said. They all cheered and started chanting my name like I was their savior. Two muscular jocks lifted me on their shoulders and carried me to the locker room.