#i dont know and i dont know how to look for. I’m having a time

[chleem]

Not a big deal pt4

miniseries; basketball player drew x high scl student reader

Summary: You lose your virginity to a random guy at a frat party miles away from your home. A few days later, you find out that he’s your brother’s competitor, for the regional colleges’ basketball tournament. 

Genre: strangers to lovers, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: cursing, age gap (18 & 24), protected sex (read at own caution

⋆.˚ please dont copy or translate my work!

♡⸝⸝ p3 | index | p5

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The ringing of your phone jolts you awake, no longer dreaming. 

Your head throbs, the bright sunlight seeping through the curtains only adding to the ache. The loud ring of your phone makes it hard to focus, and for a moment, you can’t quite piece together where you are.

But the arm wrapped around you reminds you of just where you are, and who you’re with. 

Slowly turning your face, you find yourself looking into Drew’s. He’s asleep, completely unaware to the loud ringing. His features are relaxed, eyelids closed, his breathing slow, and a small smile sits on his face. 

What is he dreaming about?

You focus on memorizing every inch of Drew’s face, studying the soft lines, the way his lashes rest against his skin, the gentle curve of his lips. 

A strange mix of disbelief and nostalgia swells inside you. He looks so much like the Drew from four years ago—the one you lost your virginity to. 

Part of you wonders if he’s still that same person, or if he’s changed just as much as you have.

Your phone quiets down eventually, your caller giving up. 

Well, at least you thought so. The ringing comes back, and this time, it causes Drew to flutter his eyes open. He rubs his eyes, yawning as he focuses his gaze to you. The small curve of his lips from earlier is replaced with a grin that stretches ear-to-ear, and his eyes hold a lazy look.

“Morning, baby,” his voice is deeper in the morning, a raspy coat layered on.

You mirror his smile, the nickname causing your heart to skip a beat, “morning.”

“How long have you been staring?”

“The whole night,” you teasingly say, which earns a low chuckle from him.

“No wonder I had a nightmare,” he jokes back, his arm going around you once again and pulling you close. He nudges his face into your neck, a groan escaping probably from the loud ringing phone, “who’s calling?”

You frown, your hand reaching behind you for your phone on the nightstand. 

You glance at the screen, Luke. Your brother? Why on earth is he calling now?

“I just woke up,” you say, forcing out a groan, trying to sound as casual as possible. You can hear Luke moving around on the other end of the line—his footsteps shuffling. 

“Shit, were you in a fucking coma? Open the fucking door.”

What. 

Your heart sinks at the sudden shift in his tone, a sharp tension filling your chest. That last part… Open the door?

You push Drew away, immediately sitting up. “Um, what do you mean-“

“I’m outside your room. Did you not hear, I rang the-“

The rest of Luke’s words fly by your ear. You were wide awake now, the weight of the situation sinking in. 

Luke’s outside of your door. Drew’s naked in your bed. 

You know Luke. You know how he reacts to things like this. And it’s not going to be pretty. His temper is explosive, like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.

You cover your microphone, and whisper to Drew, “get. out.”

“What?” Drew chuckles, his voice dropping to a softer tone, confused by your sudden urgency. “Why are we whispering?”

Right after, Luke stops himself mid-sentence, his voice cutting through the line, sharp and loaded with suspicion. “…wait, are you with someone?”

“Get out,” you slap Drew’s arm to get him moving, mouthing the words, “Luke’s outside!”

Drew’s eyes widen the same way yours did before. He stumbles off the bed, catching himself just before he crashes to the floor. It would be funny if you weren’t on the risk of getting caught by your brother. “No, just, just give me a minute, yeah? I’m getting ready-“

You get out of bed too, the phone propped on your shoulder. Drew and your clothes are scattered around the floor, mixed together.

You put the phone on speaker, setting it on the nightstand as Luke's complaining echoes through the room. Quickly, you put on your nightgown, searching for a clean pair of underwear.

You glance at Drew. He’s in his boxers, scrambling to find his pants. Is he trying to get caught? “Hurry,” you whisper-yell, looking around for his clothes.

Drew shoots you a blank stare, moving to the other side of the bed.

“Are you done yet? My legs are dying-“

“Almost! Just wait, okay?” You yell back at the phone.

“Y/n, seriously, been out here for forever-“

You find his button-up from last night tucked under the couch, and you toss into his arms. A chuckle escapes his lips as he barely catches it. 

Drew walks past you with his shirt unbuttoned, tie and jacket in his hands. He grabs his shoes, and gets ready to open the door. 

You quickly pull him back, “are you stupid?” You mean that with all your heart; Luke is literally on the other side of the door, and he wants to open it? 

Instead, you swing open the bathroom door and shove Drew inside. "Stay here for a while, alright?”

"What, no—“

You slam the bathroom door shut without another word, then quickly turn to the front door, your hand already on the handle. You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves before facing Luke. 

Forcing a smile, the door opens, impatience written all over Luke’s face. “Finally,” he mutters, brushing past you. His rudeness isn’t a surprise—it’s just how he is.

You mumble something under your breath, closing the door behind you. Luke’s already sprawled out on your couch, legs propped up casually like he owns the place.

At the same time, both of you spot the wine glasses on the coffee table, their presence suddenly hanging in the air, adding a layer of tension you can’t ignore.

“Alright, where is he?” Luke asks, his voice low but demanding as he sits up, scanning the room to find the owner of the other glass. 

Your first instinct is to stop him from getting anywhere near the bathroom. You quickly sit down beside Luke, your hand pushing him back onto the couch. “It’s... yours,” you say, the words coming out quicker than it should. 

Luke looks at you, confusion flickering in his eyes, then down at the wine glass, before he narrows his gaze. “What are you talking about?” he asks, his tone sharp now, sensing- no, knowing something's off. 

“Y’know, it’s a nice hotel, let’s have some coffee,” you say, a lame attempt at sounding casual. You grab the glasses, and with the coffee maker in the small kitchen, you press the open button. 

Sneaking a glance at your brother, his gaze never leaves you, his tongue poking against his tongue. 

“Latte? Oh, they have espresso,” you continue, keeping your voice steady, scrolling through the options. 

“No,” his voice stops you, and you turn around, watching as he gets up. “I gotta leave anyways.”

This time, the smile on your face isn’t fake. “So soon?”

“Yeah, just came to check on you,” Luke gives you a tight smile, his hand reaching for the door handle. “I’ll send an Uber, ‘kay?”

You nod, a bit too eagerly that shows your interest in him leaving. 

Although still suspicious, Luke gives you one last glance before opening the door and stepping out. “Take care of yourself,” he says, his voice quieter now, almost like he's unsure of what to make of the situation.

The door clicks shut behind him, and for a moment, all you can do is breathe, your shoulders relaxing for the first time since he walked in. 

Finally. 

Opening the bathroom door, you look around for Drew. 

Only to find him laying in the bathtub, fully clothed, his tall figure awkwardly trying to fit in the small space. His arms are thrown out to either side, and his fingers fidget with his ring. 

You lean against the doorframe, and when his blue eyes peek at you, a smile appears on his lips. “Hey,” he says, “made myself a home here, I guess.”

You chuckle at his words, and you sit down at the edge of the tub. “Real comfortable there.”

Drew lets out a breathy laugh, shifting lightly. He glances at his watch, the smile fading just a bit, “I’ve got to go too.”

Right, team practice. 

A brief, almost impulsive thought crosses your mind—to ask him for his number, to stay in touch. Is that a ridiculous thought? You’re not sure. You’re not even sure why the idea is lingering, but it feels... right, somehow. Maybe because, despite everything, you don’t want this moment to end so soon.

At least, not with this Drew. 

Your chain of thoughts breaks, with a tough tug on your wrist. 

When you’ve come to your senses, you’re in the tub with him, seated in his lap. 

The warmth radiating off of him is ridiculously comfortable, the blue eyes almost smitten as they look into yours. 

You lean into him, closing your eyes, instinctively tilting your face toward his. You can feel the breath between you both, the tension building, and just as you’re about to close the distance—nothing.

No contact.

You peek at him through one eye, a little confused.

A throaty laugh escapes him, full of amusement. 

Shyly, you move away, only to be pulled back towards him, his hand finding the back of your neck. 

And then, he finally kisses you, gentle yet affectionate. 

It feels different than last night; The kiss feels deeper, more meaningful, and the thought that it might end soon makes your chest tighten with an ache. 

To last longer, you rest your arms around his neck, thrusting your tongue deeper into his mouth. 

Another chuckle escapes Drew, and he pulls away this time. 

With hooded eyes, you catch the soft smile on his lips. “Tryna get me in trouble?” The teasing tone in his voice makes your stomach flutter, along with the way he stares at you. 

“Maybe,” you giggle, and with a roll of your hips against him, he groans, his hands squeezing your waist. He rests his head at the rim of the tub, and you take the chance to kiss his neck. 

“Could be late-“ his words come out hushed, as your tongue grazes over the soft skin of his neck, “a minute or two.”

“Mmhm,” you bring your lips back up to his, and you kiss him again, this time, hungry and demanding. Your hips roll against his, and you could feel his boner poking your inner thigh. 

Your heart speeds up at the thought of doing it right here with Drew, in the bathtub. 

One of his hand slips under your nightgown; kneading your ass. 

It’s the way his blue eyes lustfully stare up at yours, that you continue rubbing your pussy against his lower abdomen. 

Drew readjusts his position, to allow the dent in his pants to rub closer to your wet pussy, your hips riding off the closeness. His low grunts sounds like music to your ears, the occasional rise of his hips offering more satisfaction to your core. 

“You like that?” Drew's voice, low and raspy, breaks the noise of soft moans and grunts, as his hand gently tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Grinding on my cock?”

Fuck. Your brain races with the thoughts of last night, his cock buried deeply in you. The hard length fucking the senses out of you. 

“Drew…” you moan out, sounding more desperate than expected. Your hands clutch on his suit jacket in tight fists, bouncing yourself on his clothed length. 

A breathless chuckle leaves his mouth, his other hand resting at the back of your neck. You feel the rough and cold material of his ring against your jaw, his thumb grazing the skin of your bottom lip. 

“Don’t stop, baby,” he coos, and you feel his dick twitch beneath you. The subtle movement sends your mind into further frenzy, encouraging the orgasm building inside of you. 

Ring! Ring! Ring! 

This time, the sound comes from inside the bathroom, in the tub, the phone that lays beside Drew’s thigh. 

You don’t even glance at it, consumed with building your orgasm. 

He’s not gonna answer anyways-

Drew picks it up, a mischievous grin on his face. “Hey,” he breathes into the phone. 

A moan escapes your lips, and he sticks two fingers into your mouth, deep until it hits the back of your throat. Gagging, you cough out, which makes Drew chuckle softly, a mumbled “sorry” escaping his lips, followed by a quiet, ‘shhh.’

You feel a knot grow in your lower stomach, as he raises his hips and thrusts into yours. You suck at the fingers in your mouth, the ring rubbing against your cheeks. 

“Nothing- I’m working out,” he forces out, speaking into the phone. There’s a certain thrill in his voice, a hint of excitement that lingers as he speaks. 

He couldn’t be honest and say currently having your sister ride against my cock.

Although, the thought turns him on more, and he feels another twitch down at his dick.

“Mhm,” he hums mindlessly into the phone, leaning his head back. His mouth parts in awe, forcing his eyes to stay open. 

The hand on your ass grips tighter, averting all the desire to moan there. 

Whimpering against his fingers, you feel the knot inside of you come undone, the warm juice flowing out and definitely staining your underwear. 

You stop sucking his fingers, and you send him a lazy smile, your hips moving slower to ride your orgasm out. When you glance down at his pants, you can see the light stain, yours or his unsure. 

“What, no-“ his brows furrow together, listening in on whoever’s on the other line. 

You move back further until you’re no longer on his lap; tilting your head to study his face. 

But Drew’s hand catches yours, and guides it to the bulge in his pants. He’s still hard. 

You almost moan at the feeling of his thick length underneath your fingertips, Drew stifling back moans too. 

With that, your hands work its magic; palming and massaging his dick, as Drew tries his best to listen intently on the phone. 

“Mhm, yeah,” he agrees into the phone, his voice hitching slightly to hold back moans. You chuckle quietly at that, your hands continuing its touching of his clothed length. 

His hand reaches for you once more, and when you straddle his waist again, it slides to the back of your neck. His lips crash against yours almost desperately, as if he couldn’t get enough. 

Your hands cup his face, kissing him back with the same urgency. 

Drew groans into your lips, but not before hanging up on the phone. It drops inside the tub, the loud thud ignored by the both of you. 

His orgasm flows through him; the liquid spilling out onto his boxer briefs. 

The kiss breaks, and you both lean your foreheads together, gasping for air.

It’s silent, only the distant sound of AC running. 

Then, a breathless laugh slips from you as you process what just happened.

“Who were you calling?” You ask, genuinely curious. Your thumb rubs circles on his cheek, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. 

There’s the same mischievous glint in his blue eyes, causing your stomach to twist slightly. “Best if you didn’t know,” he murmurs, his grip on your waist tightening as he straightens up.

You furrow your brows, ready to ask him more. 

“You wanna have lunch together?" His suddenly asks, his voice softening. 

The question catches you off guard. You pull back slightly, meeting his gaze, your mind racing. Is it... a date? Of course it is. But... is that what you really want? 

Well, four years ago you would’ve loved to go out with a dude named Drew.

But the reminder of your brother meeting with you later flashes by. 

“Can’t,” you shrug apologetically at him, as the hand on the back of your neck starts to play with your necklace. 

Having some fun of your own, you run your hands through his hair, the short strands brushing against your fingers. “Okay…dinner,” Drew suggests instead. 

His blue eyes now stare pleadingly into yours, biting on his lower lip as he silently waits for your answer. 

Okay. You’re leaving tomorrow night, it wouldn’t hurt to have a private meal with him. 

You nod, reaching up to gently pull his lip away from his teeth, a soft smile tugging at your own.

The look in his eyes softens, a hint of curiosity flickering as he leans in a little closer. His hands leave you, reaching for his phone. ”Number?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper. Just as you’re about to tell him, he adds, “not your brother’s, though.”

Your eyes furrow at his comment; what’s that supposed to mean?

But he just shakes his head, finding his own joke amusing, “no- never mind. Go ahead.”

Slowly, you tell him his number, and soon enough, you hear your own phone ringing in the background. 

“Thanks, I’ll text you,” he kisses your cheek, gently shifting you off of him, “now, I really need to go.”

You watch as he gets up, and you immediately miss his warmth. He gets out the tub first, but not before turning around to offer his hand. 

You smile at the simple yet soft gesture, and take it, letting him help you out the tub. 

“I might see you later,” you tell him, as Drew leads you along with him, to the door. 

“Really?” Drew’s hand catches the door handle, pushing it open. He turns back to face you, and with your hand still in his, he takes the opportunity to place a gentle kiss there. “I’m looking forward to that already.”

Why can’t he just skip practice? 

“Alright,” you smile, taking your hand out of his, patting down the roughed part of his suit jacket, “get out of here.”

His lips curve into a half-smile, and he gives a playful shrug as he takes a step back. "Bossy," he teases, his voice light but warm, “see you.”

The soft click of the door closing echoes in the quiet room.

 With your back against the door, you slide down to the floor, your legs pulling up as you wrap your arms around them.

Blush creeps onto your cheeks as your mind races, replaying the moments with Drew—the look in his eyes, the feel of his lips on your skin, the way he seemed so different, yet so familiar.

You close your eyes, leaning your head against the door, trying to shake off the warmth still lingering in your chest.

Why does it feel like there's more to it than just... whatever that was? You can’t quite put your finger on it, but you know one thing for sure: this wasn’t how you imagined your visit here to be like.

——

You’ve never been to a real basketball stadium before. 

At first, the staff was unexpectedly rude, shutting you down before you even had a chance to introduce yourself. Just as things seemed hopeless, the manager stepped in, recognizing your name and quickly handing you a ‘visitor’ badge.

He guides you through narrow corridors, until you make it into a more promising section of the place. The air was filled with the scent of fresh gear, and before you knew it, you passed by one of the locker rooms. You catch a brief glimpse inside - a few tall, fit, shirtless dudes who walked around, chatting away. 

Even at your grown-up age, seeing half-naked guys still made you fluster, averting your gaze. 

Following the manager, the path leads to a visible court ahead, the bright lights blinding into the small tunnel. The loud sounds of dribbling and sneakers squeaking against the hardwood floor echo, growing louder with each step. 

Stepping out the tunnel, the staff leads you to the front seats, finding one that isn’t occupied by towels or bags. 

Something about an empty stadium with only its players sends a weird feeling to your brain - the scene surreal somehow. 

“Thank you,” you smile at him, who just nods, walking away. 

Sitting down on the black leathered seat, you look out at the court, taking in the players currently practicing. 

Your instincts kick in, and you scan the floor— spotting Drew, even with his team members running around and dribbling. He's easy to find, his tall frame and confident stride standing out as he lines up for a three-pointer. 

The ball leaves his hands with a smooth flick, arcing toward the hoop, and you watch as it swishes through the net. 

Shit. It’s the way he nonchalantly grabs another ball from the rack, dribbles it once, twice, before casually sinking another three-pointer, his expression completely unbothered that gets you. Other than your heart, something else is throbbing inside of you. 

Like magnets, your eyes focus solely on Drew, even more when you realize the waistband of Calvin Klein peeking out from his shorts. And of course, the v-line that follows-

Thwack!

A ball hits you square in the face, snapping you out of your trance. The sharp impact leaves you blinking, momentarily stunned. 

Slowly, pain creeps into your right jaw, mostly centered there. 

Great. Sitting down for what, not even five minutes? 

As you raise your hand to your face, trying to steady yourself from the blow, the blurry figure of a man slowly comes into focus. He looks flustered as he stammers an apology, but you don’t respond. The pain in your jaw is all-consuming, your head still spinning from the unexpected hit.

“What the fuck, man!”

The loud yell of your brother cuts through the stadium, sharp and full of anger. You don’t even have time to react before he’s charging toward you, his face red. Without hesitation, he roughly shoves the man in front of you, sending him stumbling back a few steps. 

For fuck’s sake, your brother’s outrage might be more frustrating than being hit by a ball…. Does he always have to cause a scene? What a drama queen. 

Even with the pain radiating through your jaw, you manage to drag your hand up and pull the edge of Luke’s shorts. The movement is slow, but it’s enough to make him turn around immediately.

“Shit, y/n, you okay?” He tones his voice down, his features softening as he sits down beside you. 

The lights above you start to drown out; which was because of the crowd gathering around you. They pretend to take a break- but everyone knows it’s to catch a glimpse of a fight threatening to erupt between Luke and his teammate. 

The ache is unbearable, and yet you still manage to lock eyes with Luke. Through clenched teeth, you choke out, “you idiot.”

Luke's eyes widen, guilt flooding his features. Hesitating, his hand hovers near your shoulder, unsure of what to do. 

“Get me an ice pack, dummy,” you rasp, voice thick with frustration. 

Luke winces at your tone, and you catch the muffled laughter from his teammates. 

“Okay, okay,” he mutters, “I’ll get it.” He hurries off, without another word. 

The guy that hit you with the ball apologies once again, and you reassure that you’re okay. Your eyes drift over to the other players, who immediately pretend to be busy with something else. 

You sigh, closing your eyes, as you lean back into the chair. The noise and ruffling of bags fade away as you focus on the pain, trying to relieve it. You place your hands in your lap, relaxing yourself. 

But not even a minute in, a soothing, familiar voice brings you back. 

“Hey baby,”

You crack your eyes open, and there he is, standing in front of you, a concerned smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His blue eyes stare down at you, the gleam in them brighter than the stadium lights. 

Drew.

Your brain immediately replays the scenes of this morning— his lips against yours, his hands all over you, and the call during the…sex? 

He doesn’t wait for an answer; simply sits down beside you, his presence warm and steady. You can feel the tension in his body as he watches you carefully, fidgeting with his hands that lay on his lap. 

The uncontrollable ache in your chest isn’t from the pain, but rather nervous. Fuck. He probably saw the whole process of Luke getting mad! Now you’re embarrassed. Your face is definitely swollen, red, ugly-

“Um, I’ve been hit…multiple times too,” he carefully starts, and you avert your gaze to his face, locking eyes with him. “Ice packs don’t, really work.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, your lips in a small frown as you wonder where he’s going with this.

His eyes flicker to his teammates, who are clearly stealing glances at the two of you. The quiet murmurs around you seem to make him shift slightly, though, and suddenly, you’re acutely aware of the space between you two. His body scoots closer, letting his knee rests against yours.

The contact is casual, but it sends an unexpected jolt of warmth through you. You catch yourself glancing down at where your legs meet.

His voice lowers just a touch, teasing, “kissing…much better.”

You blink, caught off-guard by his words. The smirk on his lips only deepens, his gaze locked on yours. “Official recommendation?” You manage to say, reflecting the teasing tone back at him. 

He shrugs, sending you an air-kiss, his lips pursed in a playful manner. “Worked in the past.”

“And how many…have you offered?” You jokingly ask, a small smile now present on your lips, as your body relaxes itself in his presence. 

Now it’s Drew’s turn, taken aback by your reply. You giggle at that, as he licks his lips, nodding slowly. He rests an arm over the back of your seat, fingers brushing your back and burning the skin there. 

“You caught me,” Drew says, readjusting his hips to angle his body inches closer (even more close; if that’s even possible) to you. “…just wanted to kiss you…again.”

The words are barely above a whisper, but you hear it. 

You swallow, trying to keep the flutter in your chest under control, but the soft touches he starts giving on your back makes it hard. His fingers rub circles on the bare skin that your top doesn’t cover; making your heart skip a beat. 

It feels like you’re back in high school again, a silly crush. 

Or rather, the specific crush you had on the Drew from WCU. 

Drew’s gaze flicks down to your lips for a moment, a slight shift in his expression that’s almost too subtle to notice — but you catch it. His eyes meet yours again, and you can sense a change, something a little deeper in his look now, less playful and more... intent.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice now softer, changing the topic. The teasing from before has faded, replaced by something a little more earnest. “Feeling better, at least?”

“Yes,” you reply with a smile. The pain was long forgotten since he sat down. “Thank you.”

He shakes his head lightly, before muttering, “as long as you’re okay,” the sincerity in his voice palpable. You feel a strange warmth spreading in your chest, the kind that makes you forget all the chaos around you. 

“Um, do you like the place I sent?” Drew changes the topic, and you quickly understand what he’s referencing—he texted you with an address earlier, just before practice. A restaurant that looks like it belongs in a hidden corner of an old European city. 

You get ready to say yes, that it’s great, but of course, your eyes drift over his shoulder, and you see the faint image of Luke running over. 

The moment- over, just like that. 

You quickly look away from Drew, and sensing the change, he sits up, adjusting his position away from you. His hand back in his lap, his knee no longer resting against yours; he creates an invisible border between you two. 

It stings for a moment; but your brother reaching you distracts it. 

“Here,” Luke hands you the ice pack, breathing heavily. You take it, placing it against your jaw as Luke’s eyes flicker over to Drew beside you, acting nonchalant.  “Starkey.”

Drew looks up at the call of his last name, a tight smile on his lips, “yeah?”

“In my seat,” Luke replies, his voice casual but the tone carrying an underlying edge, even though the other seat beside you was empty. 

To which, Drew glances over your shoulder, at the said seat. But Luke doesn’t follow his gaze. Instead, his eyes stay locked on Drew, and you can almost feel the tension between them, thick and unspoken. Drew's posture shifts slightly, and for a moment, you wonder if he’s going to protest.

But he doesn’t.

With a small shrug, Drew stands up, walking past Luke to the court. He doesn’t turn around for another glance; and joins another teammate to practice. 

Luke drops to the chair that was previously occupied, and his body relaxes, his features softening. “You alright?” He asks again. 

“Took you long enough,” you complain instead, turning your body towards the court. Unknowingly you had your body shifted over to Drew when he was still sitting here. 

Luke doesn’t react; his glare enough to melt the ice pack. “I could get him benched, y’know?” 

You glance at him, surprised by the seriousness in his tone. "What?" You ask, raising an eyebrow, your heart sinking slightly. “Drew? He was just checking up on me-“

“Smith, the one that hit you.”

Oh. 

Well, unless it was Drew, you truly cared less. 

“No, Luke, it was an accident,” you shrug, trying to sound sincere. Your eyes follow Drew on the court, as he successfully jumps and bats the ball out of the other player’s hands. 

“Yeah…no,” Luke mutters, clear that he’s definitely telling the coach. His eyes follow your gaze, and he pokes your shoulder roughly to get your attention. Tearing your eyes away from Drew, you send him a glare. “What did, uh, Drew talk to you about?”

“Oh, um,” you stutter slightly, but ultimately shrug, playing it casually, “he asked if I was fine. That’s all.”

Luke looks at you, clearly not persuaded. 

“Nothing big,” you add on, sending him a smile. 

The ice pack starts to melt in your hands, and noticing it, Luke reaches over to a bag (probably his) and takes a towel out. He hands it to you, but you just narrow your eyes at it, unsure. 

“Relax; it’s unused,” Luke says, and reluctantly you take it. You wrap it around the ice pack, putting it on your jaw again. “I don’t think so- Starkey’s full of shit.”

“More than you?” You tease, earning another poke on your shoulder from him. 

A part of you wanted to know what your brother meant; another part of you didn’t. Even if he was an asshole, you didn’t want to know. At least, not now, when it’s your vacation, and this lovely dream is washing over you. 

“I’m hungry,” you cut whatever Luke wants to say, standing up. “Is the, I don’t know, food court open?” 

Luke watches you stand, a teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watches you, clearly weighing whether or not he should push further. But you can tell he’s deciding against it.

“Nah, that shit’s ass,” he says, a smile tugging on his lips as he stands up. He throws an arm over you, adding extra weight to your shoulders. “I’know a place.”

The strong smell of his sweat hits you; the aftermath of practicing all morning. Your face scrunches up in disgust, as he leads you to the tunnels again, “shower first, you smell like shit.”

He laughs, unfazed, and squeezes your shoulder. 

And as the two of you walk towards the locker rooms, Drew watches, his eyes lingering just a second too long. 

——

The lack of effort your brother brings truly is, amazing. Blows your mind every. time. 

The restaurant he brings you to is the same one as last night, expect well, it’s noon, menu’s different, and oh, you’re sitting outside. 

“Anything else?” The waitress says, as she bats her eyelashes over at your brother. 

With a cocky grin on his face, he gestures the waitress to lean forward. And when she does, he whispers in her ear, causing her to nod enthusiastically. Great, now he’s even flirting with the staff. 

“Food will arrive shortly,” she shyly says, walking away. 

Once she’s gone, the discontent is evident on your face, the frown deepening as you cross your arms. “Seriously?” You almost bark at him, causing him to flinch. 

“What?” He shrugs, oblivious to your frustration. 

“It’s the same place as last night,” you tell him, gesturing around. 

“…that’s why we’re here,” Luke says, with that stupid grin on his face, “Hawk players eat here free.”

Your eyebrows furrow deeper at his words, your gaze shifting to the stunning garden view. Now that you’re really looking at it, the place is beautiful—a secret little oasis that could’ve come straight out of a fairytale.

It’s Luke’s rough kick under the table that snaps you back to reality, your attention shifting to him as he gives you a…rather serious look. 

“So who were you fucking last night?”

“Luke!” You whisper-yell at him, glancing around. Okay, not a lot of people sitting outside. “You can’t just ask that-“

“C’mon, I’m not a fucking idiot,” he interrupts, leaning back in his chair. It’s clear he didn’t buy whatever you said this morning, his eyes scanning you with the annoying know-it-all look. “You forgot how well I know you, y/n.”

With a roll of your eyes, you press your lips together. No way were you telling him. 

Luke scratches his eyebrow, a frown taking over his face. He falls quiet, clearly lost in thought, before his eyes light up with some idea. “How about this…a secret for a secret?”

How ridiculous. This isn’t some middle school game.

“Luke, forget it, I’m not telling you who it was.”

“Ha! So you were with someone,” he exclaims, gently tapping the table. 

Your shoulders drop in exasperation, and you give him a seriously? look. 

Maybe because it’s the first time (other than Zack) that your brother has actually caught you with someone. The thought makes you cringe, the idea of him knowing about that part of your personal life. It’s always been a no-go zone, same for him. 

You open your mouth to tell him off, but he starts his own conversation. 

“I fucking hate Drew Starkey.”

The sudden mention of his name catches you off guard, and you freeze, the words hanging in the air. The change in your brother’s demeanor is immediate—his usual cocky attitude replaced with something colder, sharper. It’s unsettling.

However, can’t help but think, Okay…so he is sharing a secret. 

“What?” you ask, your voice barely a whisper, unsure whether you actually want to know more. You’d already cut him off earlier, back at the court.

“I tried…I tried liking him, and shit, it’s impossible,” Luke laughs, running a hand through his hair. “I guess I’m still petty after all these years, but-“

His eyes meet yours, and seeing how confused you are, his tensed features relax slightly. He looks at you like you're missing something obvious, like he’s just about to reveal a truth you've been blind to.

“Do you not fucking recognize him?”

You swallow hard, feeling your stomach tighten. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen your brother truly hate someone, different from his usual short-tempered self. 

“Fuck- he’s the guy I lost the championship to? WCU? Setting my career back-“

His words fade into the background, replaced by a loud sting in your mind. 

You blink, feeling the weight of the conversation pressing down on you as you slowly sink back into your seat. The cool surface of the chair feels oddly grounding against the storm of thoughts swirling in your head.

Drew—that Drew, the one who had been your brother's rival, the one he'd spent years trying to beat—the one you lost your virginity to. 

The one…you slept with last night. Fuck- that’s why he looks so familiar! The face, his attitude, his jokes- shit. 

The memories come rushing in, vivid and jagged, each one like a slap in the face. 

You can almost hear the loud music from that frat party, the sound of Drew's voice as he took away your first time - when he rejected you. 

“I really like you,” he suddenly admits. 

“But you don’t want me,” you say, finding his sudden confession really stupid, not at all flattering to hear. 

“Don’t say that.”

“But that’s what you said.”

“Do you like me too?”

You blink again, trying to steady your breath, but the air feels thick. 

Your chest tightens, the pressure of everything unsaid between you and Drew settling heavily on your shoulders.

You’ve always thought you were over it—over Drew, over that night, over everything. But the realization hits you now, sharp and unexpected: you weren’t.

You force yourself to focus on Luke’s voice again, but it’s like you’re hearing it underwater. Everything feels muffled, distorted. 

“I mean, every time I see that fucking face, I just wanna-“

Shit. Tonight. Your date with Drew. 

“-Worse, coach thinks we’re ‘prefect’ together, so I always have to look out for him-“

You no longer have the courage to meet him, the confidence you’ve gathered all destroyed, shattered by your own thoughts. It’s as if every word Luke says is a reminder of how messy everything with Drew really is.

“Fuck- I deserved that win more than anything,” he mumbles on, pettiness written all over his face. 

Luke’s words echo in your mind, but you don’t respond. 

Your thoughts are loud enough to drown out everything else.

——

Drew sits on the edge of the fountain, just outside the restaurant. The stone surface feels cool beneath him as he stares at the water, the soft ripples catching the dim light.

It’s been nearly thirty minutes, and ever so often, his eyes flicker upward, searching for any sign of you. He’s trying to steady his nerves, but the longer he waits, the more the uncertainty gnaws at him.

Did you stand him up?

He checks his phone screen again- hundreds of texts but none from you. 

A bitter smile tugs at his lips as he stares down at his lap, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all. He’s just here, waiting, when the answer is so painfully obvious.

“Not a big deal,” Drew mutters to himself, trying to convince his racing thoughts otherwise. He repeats the words again, more firm this time, “not, a big deal.”

He sighs, his eyes darting around as he avoids the curious stares of passersby. The minutes drag on, each one heavier than the last. He waits. waits. and waits.

But you never show up.

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ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: FINALLY. i sat down, stared at my laptop, and the words just exploded out of me. sorry i took so long T_T be a bae and ignore any typos xo

do you guys like smaller or bigger fonts? just found out how it change it, and must say, damnnnn. the difference it makes is crazy.

[strawberrykidneystone]

on the naughty list

vi x female!reader

summary: after you get home from work, you have a surprise santa waiting for you after a long day

a/n: made this request holiday themed bc tis the season ALSO THIS IS MESSYYYY OMFG DONT SAY I DIDNT WARN YOU

tags: teasing, womanhadling, kissing, fingering, sir kink, pussy slap, choking, orgasm denial, finger sucking, couch sex, bushes, scissoring, tribbing, squirting (sorry), post coitus cuddles

ty for requesting @lluviadefuera!

ao3 version

after a long day of running around, the thought of seeing your girlfriend at home was the only thing that kept your legs going and not just collapsing to take a nap in the sleet.

like a beacon calling you, your house was almost completely covered with blinking colorful lights and a waving snowman animatronic that vi insisted that you just ‘had to have!’, you gave in pretty quickly when she pulled out her begging puppy dog eyes. wiping the built-up ice off of the bottom of your shoes on the welcome mat, the warmth and smell of cinnamon engulfed you as you opened the door to your shared home. “i’m home!” you called out as you toed off your boots and shed your winter clothes onto the coat rack by the door.

just as you were warming up in the welcoming heat of your house, you heard the loud thumping of boots coming towards you. a bubble of laughter involuntarily came out of your mouth as your lover stepped into your view in her outfit. “well it’s about time young lady,” vi said in an exaggerated deep voice as she put her hands into her hips. she was wearing a santa hat complete with a beard, a black sports bra, black suspenders, and loose red velvet shorts with white cotton trimmings on the bottom, with coal black boots of course.

you stood there in the doorway in shock and covered the smirk on your face with your hand. she was just so silly and sweet, but you also took a little time to enjoy her defined arms on full display. as hot she looked, the santa beard really distracted you from her admiring the rest of her body. crossing your arms and shifting your weight over to one leg, sticking your hip out, you decided to play along, “well if i knew santa was waiting for me i would’ve hurried home faster.”

vi put her hands on her stomach and chuckled with a little ‘ho’ between each laugh. she exaggeratedly stomped over to the loveseat in your living room and sat down with her thighs spread, patting the inside of her right leg right in between the two cushions, “why don’t you tell santa what you want for christmas little girl?”

she was enjoying this way too much.

you rolled your eyes with a giggle and walked over to her, perching on the inside of her thigh as she asked. you leaned into her torso and hummed to yourself, your finger twirling the beard around your digit, “well santa, i don’t know if i’m getting any presents this year, i’ve been pretty naughty.”

“is that right?” vi mused in her normal voice and manhandled you to straddle the outside of her thighs facing away from her with your back to her chest, a surprised squeal left your mouth as she moved you around like a rag doll. her taking control of your body only made the heat between your legs more intense. you leaned back slightly angled away from her and turned your head so the two of you were almost nose to nose, her fake beard tickling your chin. vi basically ripped the beard off over her head and kissed the side of your neck, her left hand trailing over the slope of your thigh and stopping dangerously close to your groin. her other hand reached up to your chest and squeezed your breast, a shiver running down your spine as she licked up the outer shell of your ear, "and how naughty of a girl have you been this year baby?" you whined as her hand started rubbing in between your legs and over your pants, your hips unconsciously lifting up towards her touch. a harsh slap came down onto your clothed pussy paired with a strong suck on your neck from the pink head behind you. "i asked you a question little girl," she said pointedly, pushing her hand harder against your crotch to soothe the slapped area.

you gulped and shakily muttered out, "yes sir, i’ve been a very naughty girl."

vi tutted and teasingly shook her head, slipping her hand down the front of your pants and into your panties. "at least you’re honest," she growled in your ear before sharply biting the side of your neck, her canines sinking in dangerously close to piercing your skin. she unlatched her teeth from your jugular and sucked harshly on the skin, irritation already blooming on the surface of your formerly smooth nape. you let out a strangled moan as her rough fingers lazily circled your clit, rolling her fingers in between your lips to gather up your arousal fluid. her other hand reached up from your breast and squeezed the sides of your throat, your hand flying up to grip her forearm in a silent scream. vi tiled your head back towards her and smashed her lips into yours, sloppily kissing your lips as she knuckled at your protruding clit. she bit your bottom lip and at the same time she pushed her tongue into your mouth, she slipped her index finger into your eager entrance. your mind was static with how warm and wet you were between the stimulation on both of your lips, a pleasurable haze clouding your mind. vi was easily able to insert her middle finger along with your pointer finger inside of your welcoming walls, your core stretching out with a delicious burn as she scissored her fingers against your snug fit. she curled her digits inside of you, the tips just barely brushing against yours cervix. desperately massaging your tongue against hers you could feel another gush of arousal coating vi’s fingers, your body helplessly at her disposal as she played with you like a toy. your back arched off of her torso as she propelled her fingers inside your spongy confine, the tempo of her fingers quickly inscreasing. your brain was blank with how good her fingers were filling you, ignoring the tell-tale signs that you were about to reach your climax that vi knew all too well.

just before you reached your high, it was suddenly ripped from you as vi removed her fingers from your aching wall and chuckled as she settled her hands on your hips over your clothes. you were a panting mess, the ache between your legs pulsing with dissatisfaction. goosebumps formed on your legs as your cold and wet underwear settled back against your warm cunt. vi grinned and leaned in close to your ear, "ah ah ah, naughty girls don't get to cum that easily." you whined and squirmed on her lap, babbling out apologies in desperation to earn back your orgasm.

vi tutted and shook her head, shoving her two fingers that were just inside of you into your mouth. you whimpered against her fingers and looked over your shoulder at her with your eyes glossy with tears. "don't worry baby, you can still earn back your place on the nice list. if you work for it," she cooed and pressed her fingers down on your tongue, shallowly thrusting them in your hot mouth. you slightly hallowed out your cheeks out as you started sucking on her fingers, vi groaning as you closed around her thick digits.

the next few seconds were a whirlwind as you were suddenly straddling vi's lap naked with vi being completely bare apart from the santa hat. "you wanna cum baby? you gotta earn it," she said with a grin, raking her eyes over your bare body.

she could feel your arousal soaking her pink bush, your fluids making its way down between her own needy lips and glazing over her own arousal. you bit back a frustrated huff and instead scooted back a little, hooking her leg over your hip. you leaned back on your elbow and shifted forward until you felt her warm cunt against yours, a synchronized moan coming out of both of your lips as the two of you connected. vi palmed at her own breasts, tweaking her nipples as you took the lead, grinding your slick pussy against hers. wet squelches loudly filled the room as your hindered need had you desperately bucking your clit against her pink vulva. there was so much secretion between the two of you combined that it was dripping down onto the loveseat that was thumping against the floor with your thrusts. vi was shamelessly moaning as her protruding clit brushed against yours every so often, you were driving her crazy with each rock of your hips against hers. the extra stimulation of your wirey hairs intertwining with each other was enough for vi to start matching the rhythm of your hips. "fuck baby that's it, just like that," vi said breathily, the familiar warmth in her lower stomach starting to gradually build up. both of your clits fattened with each thrust, vi animalistically starting to rut against you as she chased her high while staring down at how your tits bounced to the tempo of each tantalizing grind of your pussys.

"vi! close-," was all you were able to choke out before your clit rubbed against hers at just the right pressure, a loud wail matching your throbbing pussy as you climaxed with your juices flooding between your lips to mix with vi's sticky lips. vi wasn't far behind, her thrusts quickly becoming sloppy as she grabbed your thigh as an anchor to pull you impossibly closer to her. she threw her head back with a satisfied moan as she reached her peak with a for more sporadic grinds, a small amount of squirt jetting against your connected labias. the two of you were trembling against each other, an intense throbbing that practically synced up perfectly.

you collapsed off of your elbow and onto your back, trying to catch your breath and bringing your brain back down to land. vi wasn't in a much better state, completely dazed from her mind-shattering orgasm that still had her chest twitching up every so often as she came down from her high. you were the first to move after coming down from your high, slowly crawling up to her and settling onto her torso. vi naturally wrapped her arms around you and kissed the top of your hair, a cheesy grin on her face that you could feel on your head.

"so, did you like your present?" she asked cockily.

"i would've liked it better if you didn't get our couch all wet," you mumbled against her collarbone, smirking as your head moved up and down as vi laughed boisterously.

"yeah yeah whatever, you loved it," she cooed and delicately smoothed your hair out before she plucked the santa hat off of her head before shoved it onto yours, almost covering your eyes. you looked up at her with a fake unamused smile before the two of you broke out in giggles, sharing a sweet kiss before you settled down against her chest again.

maybe being on the naughty list wasn't so bad.

a/n: guys hypothetically what would happen if you stuck a lump of coal up your ass

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[velvetvexations]

Saw your tags on that binder post and I thought I’d share that my first introduction to chest binding was actually through the lolita community! A lot of big name japanese brands are not exactly size inclusive and did NOT cater to anyone with more than an A cup, so I did see quite a lot of safe binding advice and methods on blogs and forums back in the day before more inclusive brands became available, ranging from sports bra to actual proper binders. I’m probably not the only example of the “binding to fit into an angelic pretty dress” to “binding to fit into an angelic pretty dress and gender reasons)” pipeline, but plenty of other lolitas I know are still cis women who just do it on occasion or for specific pieces that aren’t very forgiving on the tits! I doubt that a single niche fashion subculture is the reason for those binders being marketed towards cis women so heavily, but I thought this was a funny anecdote :)

Fascinating!

patricia taxxon shit really fucking hurts. i dont want to be effected by a random internet microcelebrity not liking transdudes, that happens often enough. but god her music and essays got me through really rough shit and it really hurts to see someone i looked up to for well written essays and work fall back on the bullshit arguments used to deny my lived experiences. it really really fucking hurts, especially with how it feels barely anyone will talk about or call it out. i thought trfs were something id have to look hard for, and seeing their rhetoric creep into the fucking music i listen to and tumblrs i follow really truly scares me

I'm sorry, anon. I love you a lot. <3

“You shouldn’t break up the trans community into groups!” The TRFs literally came up with a way to break up the community via TMA/TME. They are actively distancing themselves from the community by baking fearmongering into their ideology. God forbid we create a term about sticking together against a group within the community that’s inherently dividing?

lmao literally

Just had my first time getting sexually harassed by a woman as a percieved cis man and commiserating afterwards with a cis man about how we're all just supposed to be cool with being treated like that. It's a weird experience and somehow going through the same things mostly from women as a girl then nonbinary then a trans guy it feels the same but the flavors change. I know the discourse is literally nothing but it makes me feel like my feelings shouldn't matter because of the male privilege. And I even did my civic duty and took the brunt of it away from the other trans man who was getting it worse because of his percieved feminine traits which people also like to pretend doesn't happen. All of it is just stupid.

It's fine, she was a woman and you're a man so that was praxis sexual harassment.

honestly i think a better predictor of how much autonomy a child is able to have over their presentation is probably whether the child is disabled moreso than agab, like i not only wasn't allowed to have my hair too short, i also wasn't allowed to have it too long for a chunk of my childhood because it took me awhile to understand how to brush my hair (because i was afraid to because i am hypersensitive to touch and my mother would always brush my hair in a way that hurt so much i would cry), and my mother would bitch and moan about how difficult i was about it (because she was hurting me and did not listen when i told her this) and so i wasn't allowed to have longer hair until i could brush it myself. ultimately the biggest factor is always the attitude of the parents though

God, so much of my shit with my mother was over my hair, it still really gets to me.

TRF is like the whole voting for face eating panthers. But it’s like TERFs are the panthers and TRFs are a cheetah, like “I’m a kind of cat too so they won’t eat my face as long as I eat faces too right?” WRONG they see you as prey, they won’t spare you because they see a fellow cat, they’ll eat your face cuz you’re not a panther!

cis women will like me if I explain to them how I'm -taxonomically- a woman

it’s insane to me that ‘it’s bad to hate someone for an uncontrollable part of their identity no matter who they are’ is a controversial take now

we've regressed

when people say ‘um ackshually i can say i want all men to die and if you tell me “men see these things and go far right because they think it’s true” then you are blaming women for men’s bad behaviour’ i just immediately assume that this person is stupid as fuck like. if a teenage boy goes online to see what feminism is about and is bombarded with ‘kill all men’ ‘all men are rapists’ etc then OBVIOUSLY he’s not gonna want to be feminist. it is really not that fucking hard to understand. people don’t wanna be in spaces that are cruel to them for an aspect of their identity that they cannot control it’s not ‘blaming women for misogynistic men’ to say that. it’s just fucking true. people are so stupid it actually pains me

unfortunately radfem juice is addictive

[redfoxwritesstuff]

AN: Have a good Christmas Eve if you celebrate, don't forget to put cookies out and most importantly, regardless of if you celebrate or not- Don't go licking any doorknobs!

CW: Public sex, garden sex, drunk sex, oral sex

Summary: You were at the most exclusive holiday party in all of Hell and it should have been a great time. Instead, you were in a dress you didn't feel good in and left by yourself. If you didn't have anyone to spend the party with, you'd make friends with the bartender. One thing lead to another and before you knew it, you were in the most depressed drink off with the King of Hell himself and needing to step outside for some air.

The Pride Manor Christmas party was a thing of legends. Only the highest powers in all of hell, not just the Pride ring, were lucky enough to snag an invitation. That made the sight of you and the other hotel guests stick out like a sore thumb. None of you had clothes nice enough to really fit in with the crowd. 

Charlie was more than eager to dress Vaggie up but it fell to Alastor to do the rest and… his enthusiasm was lackluster at best. The result was a dress that was also lackluster. 

You had tried to make the best of it, but the confidence just wasn’t there. The dress wasn’t ugly but… it didn’t feel like you. It was whatever. You had decided as you made your way to the bar. 

Every single person there was better than you, having a better time than you. Alastor disappeared after jabbing insults with the king, smile and laugh seeming to trail behind him. Vaggie and Charlie had each other. They were wrapped up in their hush hushed whispers, focused on nothing but eachother. Angel Dust was off with Husk, somehow managing to be the life of the party. Niffty was off somewhere, cleaning something. 

And you? You were alone in a dress that didn’t make you feel good enough to even try to socialize. 

The bar would be your friend. You sat down and ordered a shot, wanting to get a buzz going quickly. At least if you were buzzed, you wouldn’t feel so lonely. 

“That’s a strong choice,” the smooth voice of Lucifer came from behind you, startling you as he sat in the seat next to you. 

“Is that a problem, Your Majesty?” You forced a smile on your lips.

“Not for me.” He directed his attention to the bartender, ordering himself one of the same. “You’re not enjoying the party?”

“Oh!” Your smile grew strained. “I- Sure. I just don’t… It’s a lot of people.” 

You downed your shot, catching sight of Lucifer doing the same out of the corner of your eye. You ordered another, only for him to do the same. 

“Yeah.” He sighed, picking up the small glass and rolling it in his fingers. “It’s not actually my thing, but it’s tradition, and who am I to piss on tradition?” 

“You’re the King.” You almost laughed at the thought of the devil himself being hopeless in the face of tradition. “And the devil. Isn’t pissing on tradition your thing?”

“Not really.” He forced a smile, fingers running over the golden ring that had sat for centuries, marking the marriage that he still longed for. “The party was my wi-” he hesitated, cutting the word off before changing what he was going to say. “It was Lilith’s thing. Charlie lives for it every year. I wouldn’t take that from her.” 

“Oh.” You struggled to know what else to say, so instead, you downed your shot. Lucifer downed his right after you. Together, you ordered another. “Are you copying me?” 

“I’m just a man sitting at the bar drinking.” He smiled. “How do I know you’re not trying to copy me?”

You downed your drink as soon as it landed, just to watch Lucifer do the same. “What are you doing?” you finally snapped at him, feeling the heat of the drinks flowing through your veins. “Why are you bothering me?” 

He smiled softly at you. “Why are you not enjoying the party?” 

“Because your party fucking sucks,” you lashed out. It wasn’t your proudest moment. “It sucks and I don’t fucking know anyone here. I dont have anyone to drink with and the cherry on top is I look fucking ugly in my dress.” 

“Another,” Lucifer flagged the bartender, “Make mine double.” 

“Me, too.” You insisted.

“Don’t try to keep up with me, angel.” Lucifer warned, downing first one shot and then the next. 

“Don’t underestimate me,” you challenged and in that moment, you found yourself in what you very much hadn’t expected- a drink off with the king of hell himself. 

Shot after shot went down as your sour mood became a little lighter. The pace slowed as the time between shots was filled with the drunk chatter that was found in bars around the living world and in hell. 

“Oh,” you said as you leaned back, a smile on your warm face. “I think I need to get some air.” 

“Have too much to drink?” Lucifer teased as you stood, swaying on your feet. “Oh, shit.” He rushed off his stool after quickly downing the last of the shots in front of him. 

“I’m okay,” you said as his hand rested on your lower back. “Just need some air. Then I’ll drink you under the table.” 

“Right,” Lucifer said. “Let me help you out?”

“I don’t… I don’t need anyone’s help.” Your words slurred as Lucifer walked with you. “Having help is how I ended up in this ugly dress.” 

“Where are you going?” Lucifer asked as you marched intently off.

“Outside.” You looked over at him as if he was dumb.

“That’s not the way outside,” Lucifer laughed as he guided you in another direction. “There’s a garden this way. Do you want to see it?” 

“Are there ducks?” you asked as you let him lead you on the way, catching him by surprise. “Charlie said you like ducks.” 

“Char talks about me?” Lucifer’s smile brightened and your heart skipped a beat. He was a handsome man when he smiled. 

“Sometimes,” you shrugged as he guided you into the hall, the party fading into the distance as your heels clicked against the stone floors. “She loves you a lot. Like, a lot a lot.” 

“I love her a lot, too.” Lucifer smiled, guiding yo toward the large windows that looked out on an enclosed garden. 

“Oh, wow.” Your breath caught as you looked out on it. 

“Come on,” Lucifer held open the door. “Let’s get you some air.” 

The garden was magical, not just in its beauty but in the cool air that felt so much like that of a summer night in the living world that washed over you. Each breath you took seemed to clear your head as you walked deeper into the garden. Bushes and trees obscured the view from the windows. 

“Why don’t you like your dress?” Lucifer asked, as you walked with wide-eyed glee through his garden. It had been years, decades since he had brought another into the little slice of life he had created in the depths of hell. 

“Oh?” You looked down at yourself, running your fingers over the fabric. “It’s just- it’s not something I’d pick for myself. I- I think it doesn’t, I don’t know.” 

Lucifer laughed, quickly choking the sound off when he caught sight of the tears in your eyes. 

“Oh, no!” He rushed to wipe the tear from your cheek. “I think it looks- you look swimmingly in it. It looks wimming on you. Wimming! Fuck!” 

It was your turn to laugh as Lucifer stomped away from you. You followed, swaying on your feet as he stomped his way to the large tree that was the centerpiece of the garden. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, resting a hand on his back to steady yourself and offer comfort. “I just, I- you’re cute.” 

“You think I’m cute?” Lucifer smiled, turning to face you slowly. “I’m a damned mess and you think I’m cute?”

“Aren’t we all?” you teased. “Damned, I mean. That’s why we’re all here.” 

“Because of me.” 

You shrugged. “I don’t know, man, you seem pretty fuckin normal. You’re cute and goofy and just a dude.” 

“I’m the,” Lucifer swayed a little on his feet as he reached out for you, “I’m the most powerful being down here and you don’t think it’s my fault?” 

“No,” you said, laughing as you leaned against the tree for support. “I think humanity was fucked from the start. We’re fucked, man. Totally fucked up creatures because- you want to know why?” 

“Why?” Lucifer leaned against the tree. “Oh, wise one?” 

“Because you fucked up.” You poked his chest, leaning into him. “You know what we’re taught about you?” 

“What?” Lucifer said, enjoying the fact that you were simply talking to him like a man. 

“That you were the most perfect being. You were the more- the more- fuck, the more perfect than us and you fucked up. If you fucked up, then we were destined to fuck up too, so stop giving yourself so much credit. It’s fucking- you’ve got a big fucking ego.” 

“I’m the sin of pride,” Lucifer’s eyes flicked down to your lips. He knew it was wrong. You were drunk, but that didn’t stop him from hoping you would initiate something. If you did… maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong to follow your lead. 

No, he knew that was wrong. 

“You may be the sin of pride, but I want to commit the sin of lust with you.” You smiled wide, rather proud of your pickup line. Never in a million lifetimes did you think you’d be hitting on the king, the fucking devil himself, but you were. 

“I – you’re drunk.” Lucifer sighed, pulling his eyes away from you. 

“I’m not that drunk.” Your words slurred, but you stood up straight. Well, almost. “And I’m getting soberer by the minute. I haven’t- fuck, you don’t have to fuck me, but can you at least kiss me? I- I don’t know, just- I want to feel… feel maybe just not like this night is wasted?” 

“Wasted?” Lucifer cocked his head to the side. “Only thing wasted is you from trying to out drink-” 

You launched yourself at the king, wrapping your arms around him and knocking his hat from his head. Your lips sealed over his, cutting off his words. For a moment, he stood frozen, holding his hands out to the sides. Soft lips caressed his, melting his resolve. 

You pulled back, a wide grin on your face as you prepared to dance off and rejoin the party. It wasn’t that you felt better about the party or the dress. Lucifer had just made it clear he had no interest in fucking you as you were. If he wouldn’t, you’d find someone who would. 

Lucifer reached out, snagging your wrist before you made it more than a few steps. He pulled you back, wrapping his arms around you. Morals be damned, ethics be damned- it had felt good to be wanted, to be kissed, and he wanted more of that. 

He kissed you with hunger and passion that left you gasping for air. Nimble fingers made quick work of exposing your breasts, taking in the feel of them in his hands. He moaned at the soft points of your nipples, enjoying the way your body responded to the artificial cool air of the garden. 

You moaned as he pinched the pebbled bud. He devoured the sounds you had made, swallowing them as you arched into his body. It took only a few pulls of your fingers through his hair to reduce his neatly combed blond locks into a wild mess, falling in front of his eyes as he peppered your neck and chest in kisses. 

“Do you still want me?” Lucifer asked as he pushed his hips into you, working the hard shaft of his cock against the front of his pants. 

“Fuck,” you gasped, trying to get enough air into your lungs. “Please? I want you.” 

“Turn around,” Lucifer directed. “Put your hands on the tree.” 

“Oh, shit.” Instead of listening, you reached down, palming the hardness in his pants. 

Lucifer made quick work of undoing his pants and freeing his cock, disproportionately large for the shorter man. It shouldn’t have surprised you, not really. He was heaven’s most perfect angel. Of course, he would have a perfectly sized dick. 

You dropped to your knees, eager to wrap your lips around him. He was heavy on your tongue as you took him in your mouth for a moment. The salt of his skin coated your tongue as you ran it up and down the length of his shaft. Soft kisses collected the slick pre-cum that gathered at his tip. 

“Up,” Lucifer groaned out, “We don’t have a whole lot of time before someone will look for me.” 

As soon as you were on your feet, he spun you and pushed you into the tree. Eager hands gathered the skirt of your dress, bunching it up around your waist. Elastic dug into your hips for a moment as he ripped your panties down your legs. 

You bent over, giving the skirts a shelf of your back to rest on and presenting your glistening sex to him.

“Fuck,” Lucifer moaned out as he ran his hot, gold flushed head along your folds. “The sin is how limited our time is.” 

You moaned as he slowly spread your folds over his head, parting your walls. Time was short, but he knew just as well as you that the initial few moments were some of the sweetest of sex. There was little that compared to tight walls gripping him before they relaxed and made way. 

“Shit, you’re so- fuck.” You struggled to get your words out as he bottomed out, seating himself wholly within you. The stretch was nearly too much and yet that was what made it so amazing.

“Thanks,” he chuckled for a moment, letting your walls flutter and adjust to the intrusion. 

In what felt like seconds, Lucifer was pounding into you as your ankles struggled to spread wider, constricted by the tight rings of your panties. Rough bark scraped against your chest, biting into your nipples as you cling to the tree, using it as support. 

Each thrust into you had his balls slapping your clit. The head of his cock speared you again and again, working the coil within you tighter and tighter. You wished you could see him, see anything, but it took everything you had to hold on to the tree as the devil himself railed you. 

“Shit,” you gasped out, head falling back as he kept his relentless pace up. “Just like that.” 

“As you wish,” Lucifer said, cringing slightly at the line but changing nothing about the pace. 

Your cries grew louder and louder, whimpers, whines, swears, curses and praises all fell eagerly from your lips, making the sweetest music he had heard in decades. Fuck, he had forgotten how good it felt to be within someone, how good it felt to make someone feel good. 

“Are you close?” He huffed out each word, cock twitching with the threat of his own finish. 

“So close,” you whined as he wrapped his hand around your throat, pulling you back by the soft grip. The dominating move was all it took to send you over the edge, walls gripping his cock with renewed force. “Oh fuck. Oh god, oh god, oh god.” 

Lucifer laughed in your ear as his cock twitched, swelled, and then shot his essence into you. His thrusts grew sloppy, rhythm failing as he devolved from the arrogant devil into a gasping man, whimpering with pleasure as your walls milked him of what seed he had left. 

You leaned into lucifer as his cock twitched inside you, the last few spurts of cum painting your cervix. His chest rose and fell behind you, jacket buttons digging into the skin of your back. For a few sweet moments, you allowed yourself to indulge in the feeling of being in his arms. 

“We-” Lucifer sighed as your walls rippled around his softening cock, aftershocks of your orgasm whispering promises of more pleasure if he would only spirit you away. “We should get back to the party.” 

“Yeah.” You swallowed, trying to wet your throat, dried out from the gasping breaths. “We should.” 

Lucifer sighed as his cock slipped from the warm embrace of your hole. He straightened his pants, tucking his wet cock back inside. He nearly zipped himself up, focused more on the sight of your ass, skirt still tangled on your waist as you bent down and pulled your panties up. 

The wet gusset, soaked with your slick, smeared up your leg. Slick mixed with the trail of his cum leaking down your thighs. He could only focus on what he was doing when you stood up straight again, pulling the skirts of your dress so they would fall neatly around your legs. 

“Let me walk you back?” Lucifer offered his arm to you. 

After a moment of hesitation, you took it, allowing the king to wrap your arm around his forearm. He led the way out of the garden, pace slow and relaxed. They needed to get back to the party, but he didn’t want to rush away from your undivided attention. 

“I know you don’t like your dress,” Lucifer said as you stepped into the hall. “But I think you look mesmerizing in it. If you want something different, I can make you something else, if you’d like?” 

“I-” You looked down, smoothing your fingers over the fabric. “I don’t know. Alastor conjured it. It would but rude.” 

“Oh,” Lucifer laughed, spinning you into a circle. “That’s all the more reason to make you something you’ll feel as beautiful in as you look right now.” 

“My king,” you teased, resting your hand on his chest. “That’s far too much for your drunk party fuck.” 

Saying the words hurt more than you had expected. You pushed yourself away from him and walking toward the party. Instead of letting him see that for even a second you thought maybe it could be something more than that, you focused on the sway of your hips and the look you gave him over your shoulder, daring him to chase you. 

What you didn’t see when you turned back around was the longing on Lucifer’s face or the way he ran his fingers over his wedding ring. 

Perhaps… this year, for Christmas he would give himself a present…

Perhaps he would gift himself permission to take that ring off and move on. 

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[shnowyfox]

Jollyformers AU (

so basically i turned the holiday themed au. i haven't had the time to flesh it out obviously. TFONE megop regardless of this au is Last Christmas by Wham!

lore! so instead of cogs they have sleigh bells! usually worn via a collar though harnesses are worn as well to hold more bells that are decorative only. Idk what im doing with transformation yet but i think either it's completely replaced by the bell's allowing flight, or, transformation into creatures to pull the sleigh (basically everyone has a beast alt, deer and ungulates being the most common) Optimus obviously being a reindeer, megatron (krampus) is a goat to fit with his krampus thing, b-127 (glee-127, Badassaclaus) is supposed to be elf like with his g1 style horns supposed to look like elf ears too but they can be seen as budding antlers as well, and elita I haven't drawn yet but she's either a reindeer too or gazelle. (also considering giraffe with that neck dayum girl)

"Prime" has been replaced with "Claus"

hats are just for jolly good fun. like this whole au. and a bit of religious healing. anything goes rlly.

and now a snippet of a rewrite I never was able to finish up. Some of this HAS been retconned. i'm still working at it. mainly the occupation and the backstory stuff. (Context: Bartholomeus is another name for Krampus i dont remember where or when but that's what Megatronus has been substituted with.)

Deer Trax: (chuckles) Okay, fellas! Thanks for the jolly start. You want to give me another one?

Sentry 1: You’re naughty!

Deer Trax: I’ll take that as a no.

Elf-16: (grunts) Hey! Watch where you’re going!

Sentry 1: Oh… What did you say, no-bell?

Elf-16: Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean you. I was referring to the elf who was behind you.

Sentry 2: What? Where’d he go?

Elf-16: The joyous red and blue elf? Has a big grin, merry cheer, gives off a yankee candle scent?

Sentry 1: Where is he?

Elf-16: He went that way.

Sentry 1: When I get my hands on that elf…

Elf-16: All right, all clear.

Deer Trax: Okay, D-16, I may be a little vanilla, but “Yankee ”? That is too far.

Elf-16: Let me guess. Chased out of the cookie jar?

Deer Trax: (laughs) Yeah. I had to jump out of a sleigh this time. Almost got an ouchie (laughs) It was wild.

Elf-16: And digging through fortune cookies is worth getting an ouchie?

Deer Trax: Yes, it is.

Elf-16: I need a new best friend.

Deer Trax: If there are clues in our recorded history that can help locate the North Star, they’re in the cookie jar.

Elf-16: Sentinelf Claus, the Sentinelf Claus, is up in the blizzard right now, risking his merriment for us in search of the Star.

Deer Trax: That’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m trying to help him.

Elf-16: Yeah, okay. (laughs)

Deer Trax: The sooner cookies bake again, the sooner we won’t have to make toys ourselves. Don’t you want to choose your own path, do whatever you want?

Elf-16: We’re toy makers. We make toys, that’s all.

Deer Trax: No, there has got to be something more I can do. I can feel it. (Dentistry?)

Elf-16: Oh, yeah? Like the time you had a “feeling” you could fly without a bell?

Deer Trax: You said you were never gonna mention that again.

Elf-16: Took me three days to dig you out of the snow. Your feelings get you in trouble.

Deer Trax: Yeah, yeah.

Elf-16: Just trust in Sentinelf Claus.

Deer Trax: I do trust in him. Hey, if we did have bells…

Elf-16: I’d fly hooves first into your chest

Deer Trax: I don’t like how fast you answered that. But listen, if you did kick me, I couldn’t give you this awesome Bartholomeus Claus thing I have here. It’s cool. I’ll give it to someone else.

Elf-16: What Bartholomoeus Claus thing?

Deer Trax: Ah, it’s nothing. Just a, you know, mint-condition Bartholomeus Claus sweater, first edition.

Elf-16: (gasps) What?

Deer Trax: If you don’t want it, I can just throw it away.

Elf-16: Throw it away? Don’t… That’s not funny. Let me see.

Deer Trax: Wait. Don’t grab. You’re gonna rip it.

Elf-16: You know, Sentinelf says Bartholomeus was the…

Deer Trax: The kindest Claus to ever live. I know, buddy. Looks good on you.

[justallmyfantasies]

kissing santa claus

happy christmas, santa.

contains: dad!alex, smut! (just normal fucking i guess)

word count: 4.3k

MINORS DONT INTERACT!

you heard his keys jingle from the other side of the door, spiking you out of your frozen state. the door opened and the sudden breeze of coldness hit your skin, making you shiver slightly.

his bag hit the floor and his jacket on the rack, he walked up to you to then having olivia hugging his leg which stopped him from coming over to you.

alex chuckled as he looked down at olivia, who was now clinging onto his leg. he reached down and ruffled her messy braids gently.

"hey there, munchkin. you giving your mommy a hard time?" he asked with a smile, trying to untangle her grip.

olivia giggled wildly as she gripped onto his leg tighter, refusing to let go. she looked up at him with her big, brown eyes, a mischievous glimmer in them.

alex chuckled again, clearly amused by her antics. he bent down to her level, trying to negotiate with her. "come on, olivia. i need to say hi to your mommy too, you know."

olivia pouted up at him, her grip loosened slightly and she stood back. she knew she couldn't hold onto him forever. alex saw his opening and quickly stood up straight, carefully maneuvering around her to approach you, who was still standing by the window.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a gentle hug from behind. he rested his chin on your shoulder, the prickling of his beard tickling you slightly. he sighed softly as he breathed in the familiar scent of your hair.

"hey." he said quietly, his voice warm and caring. "sorry i'm late. got caught up at the office."

you smiled at his touch, melting into his embrace. feeling his warmth against your back was comforting, bringing a sense of calmness within you. "it's okay." you replied, turning your head to look at him. "i knew you'd be late. it's christmas eve, after all."

he pulled away slightly, his hands resting on your hips. he looked at you with a guilty expression, his eyes full of sincere apology. “but i’m here now, yeah? all ready to put out some mince pies for santa, right olivia?”

olivia's eyes lit up at the mention of mince pies. she'd been talking about santa all week, asking for a new doll and new book. she ran up to the two of you, excitement written all over her face.

"yes!" she yelled, jumping up and down. "mince pies and milk for santa! we have to leave them right now! mommy!"

alex laughed, letting go of you for a moment to pick olivia up and placing her on his hip. the sight made your heart warm.

"alright, alright.” alex said to olivia, his tone fond and playful. "we'll make sure santa gets his mince pies. but you know the rules, we have to leave them just before you go to bed."

olivia pouted her lips, clearly unhappy with waiting as long but didn't protest. her mind was still fixated on the mince pies.

"don't give me that look.” alex said, tapping on her nose lightly. "santa won't get it until you're tucked in and asleep. otherwise, he's not coming."

olivia crossed her arms, trying to look upset but failing miserably. there was a hint of amusement in her eyes, clearly enjoying the banter.

alex chuckled at her reaction, knowing full well how good she was at pretending. “how about a nice warm bath and then we set out santa’s snacks? yeah?”

olivia nodded eagerly, her excitement growing again. "yes! bath! i want bubbles too, okay?"

alex nodded, setting her down on the floor. he gave her a slight nudge towards the bathroom.

"alright, go to the bathroom and we'll get everything ready for you.” he said, watching as she ran towards the bathroom, her braids bouncing with each step.

once olivia closed the bathroom door behind her, alex turned back to you, a smile on his face. he pulled you in close once again, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. he leaned in and rested his forehead against yours, sighing softly. “should probably go sort her out.”

you chuckled, feeling his breath against your face. you ran a hand through his hair, slightly messy from work.

"yeah, you should.” you teased, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

he hummed, relishing the feeling of your touch on him and the kiss on his cheek. he held you close for a moment longer, his hold on you strong and sure.

however, the sound of olivia's voice from the bathroom cut through the moment, reminding you both of your parenting duties. alex pulled away slightly, though his hands remained on your hips. he looked in the direction of the bathroom, then back at you, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"duty calls.” he said reluctantly, letting go of you. "i better go make sure she doesn't flood the bathroom."

you laughed, pushing him gently towards the bathroom. "yeah, go do that before she turns into a little fish."

alex chuckled, walking backwards towards the bathroom. he winked at you before disappearing through the door.

the sound of olivia's giggling and alex's laughing drifted out from the bathroom, echoing through the hallway. you smiled to yourself, the sounds bringing a sense of warmth and love to your heart.

after what felt like ages, olivia and alex emerged from the bathroom, both still giggling and laughing. olivia had her nightclothes on, her curls dripping with water.

alex was behind her, carrying a towel and drying her hair with it. he looked up and caught your eye, smiling as he continued to dry olivia's hair.

"mission accomplished.” he announced, looking down at olivia. "one clean and happy munchkin, ready for bed."

olivia was still giggling, clearly enjoying the attention from alex. she looked up at you with a big smile on her face, her eyes sparkling. "mommy, can we set out santa's snacks now?”

you chuckled at her eagerness, your heart melting at the sight of her excitement. “of course.” you replied, walking over to them. “let’s go into the kitchen and grab a plate of mince pies and a glass of milk for santa, alright?”

olivia nodded enthusiastically, her smile growing wider. alex placed a hand on her head, ruffling her curls as they followed you into the kitchen.

olivia climbed onto a stool at the kitchen counter, watching as you and alex started to prepare the plate and glass for santa. “a carrot too, mommy.”

you looked over at olivia, smiling at her request. "a carrot for the reindeer, right?" you asked, already knowing her answer.

alex was setting out the mince pies on a plate, a small smile on his face as he listened to your conversation.

"yes, mommy!" olivia replied, her voice filled with excitement.

alex looked over at you, a small smirk on his face. "i think we should give the reindeer a few more to share. can't have them going hungry, right?"

you chuckled, nodding in agreement. "definitely. better leave them with a nice big pile of carrots."

alex placed the last mince pie on the plate and turned to olivia, holding it out for her inspection. "what do you think? good enough for santa?"

olivia studied the plate closely, her eyes moving from the mince pies to the glass of milk, and then to the large carrot beside it.

she looked up at you two, a serious expression on her face. "perfect.” she declared, nodding her head in approval. "santa will definitely love it."

alex chuckled, ruffling her wet hair again. "looks like we're all set for santa's arrival then."

you carried the plate and glass of milk to the front door, placing them on a small table.

olivia's eyes widen at the sight, her excitement nearly palpable. "will santa be here soon?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

you looked over at her, a soft smile on your face. "santa will come when you're asleep.” you explained, gently stroking her hair.

as the night grew later, olivia had finally fallen asleep. her soft breathing filled the room, a clear sign that she was fast asleep. alex walked out of her bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him. he made his way over to where you were, a tired smile on his face.

"she's finally out.” he whispered, sitting down beside you on the couch. he let out a soft sigh, leaning back against the cushions. his fingers found yours, intertwining with them as he settled in next to you.

you smiled, relishing the feeling of his touch. you squeezed his hand gently, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence.

"she's so excited for christmas.” you said quietly, looking back at the closed door of olivia's bedroom. "i hope she won't wake up too early."

alex chuckled, his thumb tracing circles on your hand. “knowing her, she’ll be up at the crack of dawn. begging to open her presents.” he stood up. “right, i’ll go get the presents and then i’ll be yours, yeah?”

you nodded, a smile still on your face. "sounds perfect."

alex left the room, leaving you alone for a moment. you heard the sound of him rustling around in another room, gathering the presents that you had both bought for olivia.

after a few minutes, he returned to the living room, his arms full of presents. he placed them under the christmas tree, aligning them neatly next to each other. he took a step back, admiring the sight of the pile of presents, a satisfied smile on his face.

he turned to you, his smile widening. "perfect.” he said, walking back over to the couch and sitting down next to you once again. he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

you cuddled closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. you could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his scent filling your senses. "good job, santa.” you teased.

alex laughed, his chest rumbling slightly against you. he gave your hip a gentle squeeze, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. “hey, i don’t even get a thank you?”

you chuckled, lifting your head to look at him. “thank you, santa.”

he gave you a sly grin, pulling you even closer to him. he raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “no kiss?”

you playfully rolled your eyes, a smirk forming on your lips. "oh, santa wants a kiss now, does he?"

he chuckled, his hand moving up to caress your cheek. he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours. “is that so wrong?” he asked, his voice low and tantalising.

you couldn't help but smile, your heart fluttering at his closeness. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. “not at all.” you whispered before pressing your lips against his.

alex responded eagerly, his arm around your waist pulling you onto his lap. his lips moved against yours, his kisses hungry and intense. he tangled his fingers in your hair, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss.

you let yourself melt into his embrace, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. his touch was gentle yet firm, igniting a fire within you that you couldn't ignore.

his tongue flicked against your lips, seeking entrance that you happily granted, opening your mouth to him with a soft moan.

he groaned low in his throat, his tongue slipping into your mouth, exploring every inch of you. his other hand moved down your back, his touch leaving a trail of heat wherever it went. he pulled you even closer, molding your body against his, his fingers digging into your hips.

the world around you faded away, your mind filled with nothing but him. his taste, his touch, his scent, everything about him consumed your senses.

his hands began to wander up your body, his fingers finding the hem of your top and slowly lifting it up, exposing your skin to his touch.

you gasped as his hands moved up your stomach and towards your breasts. his touch was feather-like, his fingers tracing the edge of your bra. his lips left yours, moving down to your neck, placing open-mouth kisses along the sensitive skin.

your breath hitched in your throat, your back arching slightly at the sensation. your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as he continued to kiss and nip at your flesh.

his hands continued to move, slowly unfastening the hooks on your bra, the fabric slipping from your body. he pulled back slightly, his gaze roaming over your exposed skin, a hungry look in his eyes.

he pushed you gently, laying you down on the couch. his body covered yours, his weight pressing against you in all the right ways. he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire.

"look at you, mama. you're beautiful." he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. he bent down to place kisses along your collarbone, his lips soft and teasing.

you shivered under his touch, your body responding to his every movement. you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his lips on your skin.

your hands roamed down his back, your fingers slipping under his shirt to touch his bare skin. you could feel the heat radiating off him, his muscles tense under your touch.

he let out a soft hiss as your fingers grazed his skin, his mouth freezing on your chest for a moment before continuing its trail downwards. he started to unbutton your jeans, his hands moving with a sense of urgency.

you lifted your hips, helping him push your jeans down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your panties. his gaze lingered on your body for a moment, taking in the sight of you spread out beneath him.

“red? i like it.”

you blushed under his intense stare, your heart racing in your chest. "it's christmas, i had to be festive." you teased, your voice sounding breathless even to your own ears.

he chuckled, his fingers tracing the edge of your panties, his touch light but electrifying. he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice low and sultry. “let me unwrap my present, yeah?”

your stomach flipped at his words, your heart beating faster than ever. you nodded, unable to find your voice. you watched as he moved down your body, his kisses getting lower and lower until his mouth was right above the edge of your panties.

he looked up at you, a wicked glint in his eyes. he took hold of your panties, slowly starting to pull them down your legs. he was moving excruciatingly slow, his eyes never leaving yours.

you bit your lip to muffle a noise that escaped your lips, your body already trembling with anticipation. his hands moved slowly, his touch leaving a trail of heat wherever it went.

finally, your panties were off, discarded somewhere on the floor. he was looming over you now, his eyes roving over your body once again. his hands trailed down to his belt, fumbling slightly with it.

you watched as he undid his belt, his fingers quick and skilled despite his haste. he pushed his jeans down his hips, kicking them off along with his socks. he was now only in his boxers, the outline of his arousal clearly visible. he moved back down to you, his body covering yours once again. his kisses were hungry now, his tongue delving deep into your mouth.

you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him even closer, needing to feel more of him against you. his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back and leaving your neck exposed. he began to kiss and bite at the sensitive skin, his tongue tracing patterns that made your breath catch in your throat.

you ran your hands down his back, your nails scraping against his skin. he moaned into your neck, his body pressing against you even tighter. you could feel his arousal growing, his body reacting to your touches.

he lifted his head, his eyes locking with yours. his voice was raspy, filled with desire. “gotta be quiet.”

you nodded, knowing fully well that you couldn't promise that. you were already struggling to keep yourself together, the intensity of your desire nearly overwhelming.

his lips found yours again, his tongue seeking entrance that you freely granted. his hips grinded against yours, the contact making you gasp into his mouth. he silenced you with a kiss, his hands roaming over your body, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

you hands went down to his boxers. running your hand over the evident bulge showing.

he groaned against your lips, his hips bucking slightly at your touch. he was getting impatient, the need for you growing stronger with every moment.

he rolled over, flipping you over so that you were straddling his lap. his hands settled on your hips, holding you in place. he looked up at you, his eyes hooded and hungry. "want you to ride me. is that alright?”

you nodded, unable to speak. you could feel his hardness beneath you, the thought alone making you wetter than you already were. after a few moments, the rest of his clothing was gone, joining the other pieces that were scattered on the floor.

you straddled his hips again, feeling his hardness against you, his eyes never leaving yours. his hands held onto your hips, guiding you as you positioned yourself just above him.

"slowly.” he whispered, his voice strained.

you nodded, your heart racing in your chest. you tried to keep your breathing steady, but it was proving difficult. you started to lower yourself down, taking him inside you inch by inch.

he groaned at the feeling of you surrounding him, his fingers digging into your hips. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "so good."

you stayed still for a moment, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of him filling you. but the urge to move was growing stronger by the second.

you slowly began to move, rolling your hips against him. the sensation was overwhelming, your body reacting to his presence within you. you tried to keep your sounds to a minimum, biting your lip to muffle the moans that threatened to escape.

alex’s hand cupped your face and his thumb lined across your lip seeking an entrance. you parted your lips, allowing his thumb inside, your tongue swirling around it. his eyes were fixed on your face, his gaze filled with an intensity that made your heart race.

he started to move his hips against yours, meeting your movements with equally strong thrusts. he was being surprisingly quiet, his breaths coming in short gasps as he tried to hold back his own moans.

you placed your hands on his chest, needing something to anchor you. you could feel the tension building within you, the sensations growing more and more intense.alex’s chest was rising and falling, his heart beating rapidly against your palm. the look in his eyes was wild, filled with a primal desire that mirrored your own.

your body was moving faster now, your hips grinding against his, seeking more friction, more contact. and he was giving it to you, his hands guiding your movements, his body responding to yours with equal passion.

your breaths came in shallow pants, your body feeling like it was on fire. you could feel the climax building within you, your muscles clenching in anticipation.

alex seemed to sense it as well, his movements growing even more intense, more urgent. he pulled you down to him, his mouth finding your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin.

"let go.” he whispered in your ear, his voice ragged and strained. "want to see you come apart, baby."

his words were all it took, your body shuddering as the orgasm washed over you. you bit down on your lip, trying to muffle the sounds that threatened to escape your lips.

he groaned as he felt you tighten around him, the sensation sending a shock wave through his body. he wasn’t far behind, his hips snapping up into you, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he found his own release.

you laid there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow, both of you trying to catch your breath. the room was quiet except for the sound of your combined breathing.

he ran his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle but affectionate. "you okay there, love?" he asked, his voice still a little hoarse.

you lifted your head, meeting his gaze. a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, your body still feeling the effects of the intense pleasure. “yeah.” you murmured, your voice soft. "better than okay."

alex returned your smile, his eyes filled with affection. "good." he brought his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek. "merry christmas, baby."

you chuckled softly, feeling warm and happy. "merry christmas, al." you laid your head back down on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. you stayed like that for a few moments, wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying the peaceful silence of the night.

"should probably clean up and get to bed.” he mumbled, his voice still a bit rough.

you groaned softly, not wanting to move. "five more minutes." you said, burying your face against his chest.

he chuckled softly, his hand still playing with your hair. "five minutes?" he echoed, his voice fond.

you nodded, not lifting your head. you could feel your body relaxing, your eyelids growing heavy with tiredness. the exhaustion from the intense physical activity was starting to catch up with you.

he noticed your tiredness, his fingers gently rubbing circles on your back. "tired, aren't you, baby?" he murmured, his voice soft.

you nodded again, your body feeling heavy and weary. you couldn't fight the exhaustion any longer. "mmhm." you mumbled, your voice muffled against his chest.

he chuckled again, his chest vibrating against your cheek. "let's get you to bed then, hm?" he began to shift, gently maneuvering you off of him. he stood up, pulling you with him.

your legs felt wobbly, your body not quite cooperating. he steadied you, wrapping one arm around your waist.

"i gotcha.” he said, his voice still filled with warmth. he started leading you towards the bedroom.

you leaned against him, feeling thankful for his support. the walk to the bedroom felt like a mile, your legs barely cooperating.

once inside the room, he led you over to the bed and helped you sit down on the edge. “you get yourself all comfy and i’ll go clean the living room, okay?” he said, his voice soft.

you nodded, feeling too tired to speak. you watched as he made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him. you flopped back on the bed, a tired sigh escaping your lips. your body felt a little sore but in all the right ways.

the sound of alex moving around in the living room could be heard faintly through the closed door. you closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion take over.

before long, the sound of shuffling footsteps caught your attention once again. the door opened and alex walked in, his boxers back on.

he smiled at the sight of you lying on the bed, your eyes slowly fluttering open. "there you are." he said, coming over to the edge of the bed. he sat down beside you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. "you're completely wrecked, love."

you smiled sleepily, feeling completely spent. "totally worth it, though." you mumbled, your voice slurring a bit.

he chuckled, his hand moving to run through your hair. "oh, it definitely was." he looked at you for a moment, his eyes taking in your disheveled state. "don't suppose you have the strength to put on some pajamas?"

you groaned softly, feeling your eyelids drooping. "too tired, too comfy." you mumbled, snuggling deeper into the blankets.

he chuckled again, his hand moving down to your shoulder. "i figured as much." he said, giving it a small squeeze. “alright, i'll let you have this one. but you're gonna have to put something on come morning." he teased, his tone playful.

you made a small sound of protest but deep down, you knew he was right. you were too exhausted to care right now. you burrowed deeper under the blankets, your eyes slowly closing as sleep beckoned.

he watched you for a few moments, a small smile on his face. he knew how tired you were, and that there was no point in trying to argue with you right now.

he stood up from the bed and walked over to the other side, lifting the covers and sliding in beside you. you felt the bed dip as he climbed under the covers. his body immediately wrapped around you, his arms pulling you against him.

he tucked your head under his chin, your bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. his hand began to draw lazy circles on your back, the repetitive motion soothing you even further.

you sighed, your body relaxing even further in his embrace. the comforting weight of his arm over you and the steady rhythm of his breathing lulled you into a state of complete contentment.

a/n: merry christmas everyone! this is my gift to all of you and i hope you like it as much as i do. ♥️

[strnilolover]

strnilolover’s appreciation post !!

i’ve been seeing everyone do this and i feel as though it’s only right to do the same because i have to many amazing people who i’ve gotten to know and interact with on the time i’ve been on here for. <3

i want everyone to know that i love you ALL. i am so proud of each and everyone of you and i’m ALWAYS here when ever you need me or what to talk!

there’s so many more amazing people, but these right here are pretty much my ride or die’s and i would do anything for them just to see them happy!

@hearts4werka - vera, you were one of the first people that i talked to in my dm’s ever. tbh i was so nervous to at first because you are one of the people i look up to. you’ve always been so supportive and such a sweet soul every-time we talk. your writing is amazing and i love when we’re able to share ideas with one another. you’re full of so much energy even when it’s late at night for you or early in the morning. always saying good morning to me or telling me to get my ass to bed when i need to. i love all of your series and im so excited to see what others you come up with in the future as well as au’s! please dont ever die. i love you!

@adoreechxmpion - bri, when we first started talking it was so fun right off the bat. and the way we met was undeniably hilarious. i love talking to you when i get the chance, you always brighten up my day and make me feel happy. your writing too is just *chefs kiss*. i also love hearing about your day and how you’re doing when you tell me. you’re always so so sweet and such a lovable person, even when things get rough for you. i love you!

@sturniqloo - lili, we started talking through bri and honestly it’s been AMAZING. you are such a hype woman fr and your bots that you make are to fucking die for. you’re always so kind and was willing to help me with my dealer!chris when i was having a hard time trying to figure him out. i always love talking to you even if we have such a big time difference. i love you!

@endereies - kay, we just started talking about a week ago (or less) and it feels like i’ve known you for a while which is crazy. i love spilling my thoughts to you and it’s always fun to see little pictures or videos of what you’re doing when you send them to me. if i’m being honest, i was also nervous to talk to you because i see you as one of the bigger accounts on here, and your writing is to die for. but, you’re such a sweet person and someone who isn’t afraid to share their mind (dirty or not LMAO). i love you!

@victoriassadcorner - vee, i met you through bri as-well. i know we haven’t talked much, but it’s always fun seeing you and bri interact and knowing that i can jump in the conversation and you guys won’t mind. you are such a kind hearted soul and deserve every good thing that you get. (we need to talk more!!). i love you!

@phone4pills - slow, we don’t talk very often or interact as much as i want to but i will make sure to do that more! you’re such an inspiration and someone i also look up to when i’m writing or making au’s. you are so so sweet and gentle, letting me come into your inbox and talk about anything and everything when i do decide to. your writing and au’s are LITERALLY amazing. i’m so glad i was able to meet someone like you. i love you!

@cayleeuhithinknott - caylee, we may also not interact much, but when we do i absolutely love it! i was here for your other account before it got banned, being an anon on it because i still get scared to make requests for things or send in ideas even when i shouldn’t be. but when i did reveal myself, you were so happy and it felt like such a relief. i’m still sad that tumblr decided to remove your other account for no reason because your works on there were amazing and your works now still are! i definitely want to talk more in the future! i love you!

@bernardsbendystraws - rose, you were someone i didn’t even think i would be mutuals with. but i’m glad that we are. when ever i talk to you or pop up in your inbox, you’re always so kind and sweet. you’re someone i definitely look up to big time when it comes to writing, seeing how you piece your works together and how good they are and how much sentimental value they have to you makes me admire you that much more. and you’re such a talented writer. we may not talk much, but it’s always so fun when we do! i love you!

@sagesturns - sage, i always love when you pop into my inbox! telling me about what you’re doing or how your day is going and asking about mine in return. i always love hearing about what you’re working on too!! and your writing? i absolutely love it. you’re such an easy person to talk to and ease into conversations with! and i just want you to know that i am proud of you! i love you!

@sturniololuv08 - bri, honestly it was a surprise on how easily i slid into conversation with you one day when you started talking to me. we’ve only been talking for a little over a month and you’ve been nothing but an amazing person! and you’ve introduced me to some really great people like @chrissbug333 and @abbilmao . your writing is absolutely amazing and i love hearing all the wild ideas that run through your head and what things you’re writing and hearing the process of how they’re written out. you work so hard, not just in writing, but in real life too. always busting your ass and not getting enough sleep, that’s something i admire because i want to be just as hard working and driven as you are even if it’s hard to be. i love you!

@marrykisskilled - i absolutely ADORE you. you always like my posts and when you talk to me you’re just the SWEETEST. you also reblog my writing when i post and it makes me so so happy. i would absolutely love to talk to you more! i know you’re such a kind person just from how you interact with others and myself. i love you!

@strniloslvts - angie, you are such a talented writer!! your book that you’re writing right now is absolutely amazing so far and i LOVE IT. i also love when you come into my inbox a million times a day to ask how i’m doing or to tell me about what you’re doing. you always interact with my posts too and it makes me happy to know that you enjoy them! i definitely want to talk more to you whenever you have the chance! i love you!

@bluestriips - adelaide, you are SUCH A HYPE WOMAN. you’re always reblogging my posts and writings and i absolutely adore you for it!! you’re always so sweet to me and everyone i see you interact with! i haven’t gotten a chance to read your stuff on wattpad but i promise i will get to it and when i do i will let you know how much i LOVE IT. we don’t talk much but i want to! you seem like such a nice person and i can see it in little pieces that are here on tumblr. i love you!

@biieberfever - you are always sending me ideas and asks about my writings and au’s! i have you to thank for my adhd!reader au that i write for. we may not talk much, but your writing is amazing even if you’re only starting out! i love when we’re able to talk because you’re ideas are so good and i just know that when you post more writings, theyre just going to get better! i love you!

@ariestrxsh - aries, your writing is LITERALLY AMAZING. every-time i read it, it literally makes me just want to keep coming back because you have such an amazing way of constructing your works. your pizza boy chris and chratt fics? 😮‍💨 blows me away every time i read them. you’re so sweet to your anons and to whoever talks to you! and your advice you give them or telling them it’ll be okay really shows how much of an amazing person you are. i would love to talk more! i definitely have to pop into your inbox more lmao. i love you!

@chrislilcumslvt - marls, you are normally always one of the first people to like any of my things when i post and are just so so active. i literally love how sweet you are and how funny you are when interacting with others. and i see the way you comfort people, i know it takes a toll to be a person to comfort others but you are such an amazing soul! and how the first time we ever talked in my dm’s was to show you what i looked like and how SWEET YOU WERE TO ME??? i literally love you so much and want to talk to you more!!

@sweetshuga - isa, i am SO proud of you and how far you’ve come in such a short amount of time. the hype and love you get on your fics are so very deserved. your writing is phenomenal and i eat it up EVERY time. i loved our little talk session we had the other night, you just get me and i LOVE IT. you are literally so pretty and so so so talented and kind. i’m so glad i was able to stumble across and meet you! we definitely need to talk more <3

@ifwdominicfike - avery, your writing is so so so good (especially that sub!chris blurb earlier? OMG) i love everytime i get tagged in a new work of yours because i know it’s going to be good every time. i also love whenever you interact with me or reblog my things! it’s always so fun having our little interactions. i’m definitely going to talk to you more because you seem like such a awesome person! i love you!

@shadowthesim - honey, you are someone who i will talk to here and there. and everytime we do, i enjoy it! i’m so glad you decided to start posting your writings because you are AMAZING! and i had such a fun time trying to teach you how to use the gradient text and even helping you when you needed it! i’m so glad your fics get attention because they deserve them!! never stop writing boo, you’re doing amazing! i love you!

and to @her-favorite-deactivated2024111 who is no longer on here - kendra, you were the first person i ever started to talk to when i didn’t even have any writings on my blog. i always sent you ideas i had or little requests as talking to you through your inbox was such fun. you are such a sweet and kind person and i was lucky enough to have found you because if i didn’t, i probably wouldn’t be posting my writings and i wouldn’t have found all these amazing people i know today. you pushed me to post what i wrote, telling me that the right audience would love it and support me for it, and you were right. your writings were so amazing and i’m still sad that you decided to leave. but, i know it was for your own health! i’ll still be here when you decide to come back, for now i know you deserve a break to focus on yourself. i love you so much <3

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #217

1. I'm looking for a Fic where Aziraphale's wings were taken as punishment and was promised they would be returned after he proves himself. So he's sent back to earth with no wings and when he meets Crowley, Crowley misunderstands and thinks Aziraphale is a human cursed by angels with immortality and making Aziraphale do their dirty work. - @cherrymaypie

2. Hello lovely people. I'm looking for a fanfic I've read I think 3 years ago. I hope you can help me. It kinda goes like this: Aziraphale got killed by Lucifer. Crowley killed Lucifer. Aziraphale got saved by Her and is waiting in the Garden of Eden, trying to reach Crowley. He finds a "reincarnated" human Aziraphale who isn't Aziraphale. He only has his traits because Aziraphale tries to kinda reach Crowley from Eden. There's something with a church, the Archangels and in the End Crowley finds him in Eden. Thank you so much ❤️ - @silber-schleier

3. So i remember reading this one where ms sandwhich takes Crowley into the brothel to help him(he was drunk. post divorce.) and someone thinks he started working there, and then Crowley starts magic-ing people into thinking theyve had sex with him when he really just vents abt Aziraphale and takes their money. Aziraphale actually checks in on him and they fight, then comes back later having left heaven and they actually have sex. somehow i remember everything but the title!!!! - anon

4. Hello! I have a tiny request, and I apologize if this is a lot to ask for. There’s this fic I’ve been searching for all night and I’m starting to think it’s disappeared! I was hoping that maybe someone here would remember. The fanfic centers around Crowley getting sick, and because Aziraphale reacts negatively the first time- he convinces himself he should never be sick in front of him again. So any time he’s feeling ill, he leaves or doesn’t let himself be near Aziraphale (although I can’t remember how many times this actually happens). At the end of the fic, Crowley discovers angels can get sick too- and of course this miscommunication is cleared up. At first Aziraphale accused him of demonic tricks and that’s why Crowley is insecure. Again, I apologize for troubling you- and I thank you in advance! This blog is so wonderful! - anon

5. hello! i was wondering if you could find a fic for me, no pressure if not! i dont really remember alot of it, i just remember that it was a post armageddon fic and aziraphale wasnt used to the freedom, so he writes reports to crowley because he enjoys the structure it gives him. crowley always gives him 10/10 gold stars, but he cant help but worry. it was very fluffy and only a little angsty. its ok if you cant find it, i havent been able to find it either, but if you did i would greatly appreciate it! (sorry for the vague description, thats truly all i can remember) tysm again, and have a great day! - anon

If you know any of these fics please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

[gldnstrngs]

thoughts post merlin season finale rewatch for the anniversary:

(let me preface that ive never cried to the finale despite me watching it twice and rewatching arthurs death scene several times— i definitely got emotional but never cried)

1.) …so i cried… from the beginning of the episode… i just hated how gwen never got a proper goodbye from arthur and was aiding all of his men, wondering where he was and if he was okay😭 and then later on, when leon tells her that arthurs missing and she turns around and silently cries, but quickly recovers… that was SO heartbreaking. she just keeps going and cries to herself like she deserved so so so much better and i hate that she never got closure

2.) i know that merlin has really truly become emrys but im not sure if it was necessary for dragoon to be his Final Form. i didnt watch the first part so maybe i missed the importance of that, but i feel like the scene would’ve been so much better if merlin looked like himself and casted all those badass spells and everyone would see him

3.) WHEN ARTHUR WAKES UP TO MERLIN AND THE FIRST THING HE SAYS IS “merlin, where have you been?” IM NOT OKAY??? it wasnt “merlin, what are you doing here?” or “merlin, how did you get here?” it was merlin, where have you been? that whole time arthur was in battle all😭he😭wanted😭was😭merlin😭

and then the magic reveal. the goddamn magic reveal. that entire scene is so heartbreaking. tell me why i was so distraught when ive seen that scene more times than i can count. and he doesnt just say “i have magic, i used it to protect you” NO. he says i use it for you, only for you. THAT IS A CONFESSION. it’s such a subtle shift of words but it says SO MUCH.

arthur immediately being in denial kills me. it was never a thought in his head that merlin would actually have magic because he associated it with evilness and cruelty. but then he finds out that merlin has always had magic and the way his eyes become so sad… the way his finger brushed his merlins chin right before realizing the truth… im so…

4.) i couldnt stop crying when the scene cut to gwen in the castle, staring out the window and feeling that arthur is alive. her eyes are so sad. i just can’t get over the fact that she never had the goodbye she deserved

5.) as much as i hate the way arthur reacted to merlin having magic, i do understand. he was literally just in battle, was mortally wounded, and found out that the only person he thought he could trust had been lying to him from the moment they met. i dont believe arthur actually thought merlin was dangerous— he’s prone being angry before being sad as a defense mechanism and that was only fueled by finding out that gaius was also lying to him. at that point, it must’ve felt like every person he’d ever known and trusted only ever lied to him. its so tragic I CANT.

BUT ALSO on the other side of that i actually cannot handle how utterly heartbroken merlin looks. his red rimmed eyes because he was crying all night😭 thinking that arthur would hate him forever…

5.) this entire scene bro…

“why did you never tell me?”

“…i wanted to, but…”

“…what?”

“you would’ve chopped my head off.”

“…not sure what i would’ve done.”

“and i didn’t want to put you in that position.”

“…that’s what worried you?”

“some men are born to… plow fields, some live to be great physicians, others… to be great kings. me… i was born to serve you, arthur. and i’m proud of that. and i wouldn’t change a thing.”

UMMMM SO I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS. i have rewatched this scene so. many. times. it is genuinely one of the most beautiful scenes ever written in cinema call me dramatic but im just speaking facts

arthur’s face when he realized that merlin really did care for him. the way he instantly lights up, despite being in pain. and his eyes… theyre glued to merlin. the whole time, he couldn’t look at him directly, but now he was. he was just scanning his face, memorizing all of merlin’s features AND MERLIN IS JUST STARING AT ARTHURS LIPS

also. ALSO. how have i seen this so many times and never. NEVER. caught onto the fact that gwen and arthur’s theme (which is originally titled the love theme) WAS PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND. there was no mention of gwen at all in that scene. that was all merlin and arthur. this just confirms to me that this is the moment arthur fully realized and accepted that he was in love with merlin

6.) gwen deserved to know that merlin was a sorcerer FROM MERLIN. they were best friends. THEY WERE BEST FRIENDS!!! HE SHOULDVE BEEN THE ONE TO TELL HER!!! they deserved a scene where merlin comes back from avalon and he and gwen hug and cry.

7.) gwaine and percival should NOT have gone after morgana. i understand their rage but there was no way they were going to defeat her unless they had excalibur or something…

and gwaines death was so unnecessary. that was clearly for shock factor and i hated it. but i did get emotional when percy was able to free himself because he heard gwaine was being tortured… and then hes there when gwaine dies… their foreheads touching… (im not ok)

8.) it breaks my heart that morgana felt no guilt or remorse when she saw arthur, wounded and on the verge of dying. you can so clearly see that arthur feels that way when he sees morgana die, but there’s nothing on her end. i know it’s meant to show how far gone she is but it genuinely doesn’t feel right. i really do think she would’ve experienced some sort of internal conflict when seeing her own brother dying… like maybe she realized that none of this was worth it. it didnt feel as good as she thought it would

and when she’s stabbed by merlin😭 and he says he blames himself for what she’s become. people don’t recognize it enough how merlin feels so much guilt for the way he treated morgana. i just know he didn’t want to kill her, but he had no choice and he knew it was his fault…

9.) is there a reason why merlin didnt call for kilgharrah. i know kilgharrah said in the previous episode that he would finally be lying to rest for eternity, but i feel like this was an especially dire situation where he was needed😭 AND MERLIN SUMMONS HIM LATER ON!!!

or what about aithusa??? LIKE THEY DID NOT HAVE TO BE ON HORSES THE WHOLE TIME

(if anyone can explain the reasoning then lmk otherwise it was just a plot hole and that pisses me off bruh)

10.) arthur’s death did not need to happen, yet it was one of the best death scenes i’ve ever scene. it was just so raw and painful. “just… just hold me…” WHAT IF I DIE??!?!,,!!, he thanks merlin, he pats his head, he brushes his cheek, he tries to hold his hand like im fjwjdjsjjswhshshsj

also originally i was not fully convinced by the theory that the breath arthur took before saying “thank you” was “i love you.” i didnt want to be delusional but i actually do think he did say that he loves merlin. AND THAT CAN BE INTERPRETED AS ROMANTIC OR PLATONIC!!! i def see it as romantic but yes… im so Normal…

11.) “i’ve failed?” just. don’t talk to me.

12.) when merlin stands by the boat arthur is laid to rest in, trying to hold back his tears only to sob as he touches his forehead. the way he tries to gather himself. the way he struggles to say arthurs name and cast the spell. the way he watches arthur drift off, shaking. just. pls.

13.) gwen my baby girl. i cannot emphasize this enough. you deserved so much better. my heart broke when she played with arthurs royal seal and then when i saw the empty throne beside her. she had no time to prepare for this. she just lost the love of her life.

14.) it cuts to leon and then percival. and then i realize theyre the only two left in the round table. they both look so distraught. they lost everyone they ever loved.

15.) gaius :( he was waiting for merlin with his favorite meal :(

16.) bro the truck always jumpscares me omfg why is it so loud😭😭😭 then i get sad because merlin is old and walking alone and its the present and he’s still waiting for arthur :(

they should’ve had the show end with arthur saying “merlin” instead of kilgharrah saying it. that’s literally all we needed. it would’ve been so perfect but here we are…

final thoughts:

i love that this episode wasnt just the battle and action. the focus of it was merlin and arthur, navigating their feelings from the magic reveal and arthurs mortal wound. its so painful and heartbreaking but that just symbolizes the love they have for each other. this entire episode was filled with their gentle moments, softly speaking and touching each other. then arthur dies in merlin’s arms but i dont think he’d want to be anywhere else

also!!! colin and bradley’s acting in this episode… it was absolutely PHENOMENAL. they are already such great actors, but they really nailed it in the series finale. i can’t get over how they speak with their eyes the whole time. you can the love, fear, and acceptance they experienced throughout the whole episode. it was just so beautiful and i think that was what rlly made this ep

[twopoppies]

hello, how are you? i hope you dont bother my question. i’ve been Louie since 2012 and well, i saw louis grow artistically since that year, but well, now that I see his interviews and the change from being a sweet boy to what he looks like a "bad boy" the truth is that I know that we don't know louis 100% but the change is so drastic, i don't think louis has stopped being that cheerful and joker boy. He loves to be like that but i don't understand why that change is so strong, sometimes i don't understand why. i know that louis has been through a lot, but i don't think it's the reason for a personality change" you can see when he treats fans that he is still sweet and that change of image i think is very difficult to swallow.

i hope you can understand me, i dont speak english very well :,)

Hi, darling. Your English is excellent. No need to apologize.

I don’t know if I have a real answer for you except to say that I think this new “persona” is an image that’s been created for him by him/his team. Everything we’re seeing is a part of who Louis is, but it’s not necessarily all of who he is. Does that make sense?

He’s still sweet and gentle. He’s still a cheerful joker. But I think if you look at it like how the boys were marketed when the band started, it’s similar. They each had their niche to fill.

The way I see things with Louis is that what we see is what he and his marketing team determined would position him best in the genre he wants to be in, would separate him from his boyband image, and—I assume—would end the questions about his sexuality.

Has it worked? I don’t know. In some ways, definitely. He was much happier with his album, he had a successful tour with some really big venues included. In other ways, I’m less sure. I think he alienated a lot of long time fans with his doubling down on babygate. But, none of us really understand why he’s done that.

TL;DR I don’t think he’s changed, I think it’s a marketing strategy. 🩷

[dreams-of-beloveds]

HORIKOSHI WHEN I CATCH YOU HORIKOSHI

why in the fuck were we left on cliffhanger for the end of season 7. i’m so- i don’t even know how to feel right now, because i wasn’t even expecting us to be left on cliffhanger, and THE NEXT SEASON DOESNT EVEN COME UNTIL AUTUMN R U KIDDING ME how am i supposed to cope?!?? sure i still have the ova’s and the films left to watch bUT STILL MAN I FEEL SO EMPTY RIGHT NOW DAMMIT

god i have so much to say about season 7—not only was watching the todoroki family the most devastating thing ive ever witnessed—their family history is so intricately tangled and i really wonder if touya is still alive (i haven’t read the manga, i hope he is, and i don’t wanna read it online dammit) i want to see them come to a proper closure so bad i need them to be okay with each other even if endeavor isn’t forgiven (which is honestly valid) i want this family-against-touya-to-protect-everyone-else situation to bring them together in some way dammit!

and then we had the togachako moment. oh lord. oh lord i love them, they’re so—yeah sure i see them as a queer ship, but god fucking dammit after hikimo finally came to accepting her smile and her way of showing love being “normal” because of ochaco’s words and coming to the conclusion that all she ever needed was to “give blood like how she wanted to have someone else’s” HIMIKO BETTER NOT BE DEAD DAMMIT DONT TELL ME THAT CONFESSION MIDAIR AND THE SHARING HIMIKO’S BLOOD TO KEEP OCHACO ALIVE WAS ALL FOR NOTHING

oh god and fucking hawks. oh jesus. i wasn’t expecting his quirk to be taken completely. i honestly have no idea what his ending holds, but god dammit i hope he’s alive, i know his worst fear was getting his quirk taken when that’s what made him “the best” in the first place because he was literally groomed to become a hero due to his quirk despite growing up around villains, i can’t imagine how he’d be feeling—but fuck, fuck the burden he must’ve carried for having to kill bubaigawara even though he didn’t want to, he just found a genuine friend when working undercover and yet, he almost had to face the wrath of the sad man’s death legion through himiko oh man i couldn’t stand seeing him just,, fall, after everything

all might, oh, all might. this man is in his 50s and yet still can’t let his work go can he? this damn workaholic. but seeing him with his support items all including his students quirks 🥹💔 this man adores his students so much, if he doesn’t fucking stay alive after defeating afo i’m gonna fucking riot, RIOT I TELL YOU i sure fucking hope this isn’t the ending nighteye had foreseen about all might’s death because i swear to god, hell i fucking know nighteye would’ve been so mad seeing all might go into that war against afo quirkless with only support items he would’ve been MAD AND YK WHAT SO AM I BITCH SO HE BETTER COME OUTTA THIS ALIVE

and hell we don’t even know what the situation with aizawa, present mic and kurogiri is??? WHAT HAPPENS I NEED TO KNOW I NEED THEM ALIVE i don’t fucking know if shirakumo ever comes back, he was dead to begin with, i don’t think he’s gonna but damn can aizawa and hizashi get the closure they deserve? thats all i want for them, for them to be able to work alongside shirakumo’s “soul” one last time and have some form of closure dammit

and well, i left bakugo katsuki at the end of this fucking rant because i need him alive. i remember seeing so many damn parallels of kudo—and how his expression in afo’s hands looked so defeated, as if he was ready to die for yoichi, meanwhile katsuki, fucking bakugo katsuki, he’s not ready to die, yes he fucking moved through that pain to blast one last move in shigaraki’s face knowing there was a possibility of not making it but GOD DAMMIT I DOUBT HE WANTS TO LEAVE IZUKU BEHIND NOT YET and him fucking talking to all might’s vestige. god i genuinely was bawling so much. the voice, the expression, god just looked so, so vulnerably soft which he’s never let himself before, except for when he apologises to izuku to bring him back to UA. but god fuck, how- what- HOW DO I COPE Y’ALL HELP ME SOMEONE TALK TO ME IM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

there’s so much fucking more i could yap about right now but it’s 1:15 am, my hands are hurting, my eyes are burning from crying so much after it ended, and my brain is dead. i can’t do this man

P.S. as someone who holds too much emotional intelligence and is studying psych, you can never make me hate any villain because i will always understand their pain too well, even if i don’t justify certain actions

[bridgyrose]

Fuck it, here's a little something for it.

Pyrrha watched Jaune as he trained, not quite sure how much of his story she really believed. For someone who claimed to have no training at all, his stance and movements seemed much like a person trying too hard to be inexperienced. Precise strikes that were too practiced to go unnoticed, footing in the right spots to keep his balance and to help keep his shield in place for every strike. 

And then there was the way he held himself. The smile he wore was genuine, but his eyes showed the pain that he tried to hide every time he looked at his teammates. He talked as if he’d lived a lifetime, experienced more life than what he was willing to say. And sometimes, when no one else was around, she swore she heard him talk to himself. 

“I think that’s enough training for today,” Pyrrha finally said as she walked over to him. 

Jaune paused. “But we just started.” 

“And you’re already doing well.” 

“But you need to teach me-” 

Pyrrha struck at him with her spear, a smirk crossed her lips as she watched him block her with ease. “If you can block me that easily, I dont think you need any training.” 

Jaune pulled his shield back. “Lucky block?” 

“Why are you lying to me?” Pyrrha sheathed her spear and turned away from Jaune, leaning against the railing of the balcony they had been training on. “You said you’ve had no training, but when I watch you, you look like someone who’s fought to survive. Why lie to me?” 

“I wasnt… technically lying…” 

“Then what’s going on?” 

“I… I cant tell you.” 

Pyrrha let out a sigh and turned to look at Jaune once more, her heart pound in her chest as she looked into his eyes. “Jaune…” 

Jaune sighed and pulled Pyrrha into a hug. “I had to ask you. It was important I did.” 

“Why? Why hide that you know how to fight? You could’ve kept Cardin from bullying you-” 

“But then the timeline would be messed up!” 

“I’m not sure I follow.” 

“I-I cant… explain it.” Jaune sighed and let go of Pyrrha. “Not yet.” 

“When?” Pyrrha asked. “When can you?” 

“I dont know. Maybe after the Vytal Festival. But for now I need you to trust me and continue with these training sessions with me. Please.” 

Pyrrha looked into his eyes once more. If there was a lie anywhere, his eyes hid it well. It didnt matter if he lied to her about his training or what he’d gone through before coming to Beacon, he was still her partner. “Alright, but you have to promise me that you’ll tell us everything then.” 

“Us?” Jaune asked. 

“You dont owe just me an explanation, you owe it to Ren and Nora too. They’ve been just as worried about you as I have. And please, no more lies, okay?” 

Jaune smiled. “No more lies.” 

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Blake pulled Weiss into an empty room and locked the door. “Alright, what’s going on?” 

“I dont know what you mean-” 

“You know *exactly* what I mean.” 

Weiss looked away from Blake. “There’s nothing going on.” 

“I know when someone’s hiding something, Weiss.” Blake sighed and sat down. “You knew I was a faunus before I came out to Ruby and Yang, you’ve been disappearing to keep an eye on Cinder and her teammates, and then you’ve been trying to talk us out of participating in the Vytal Tournament. Something’s going on and I want to know what it is.” 

“I… I cant tell you.” 

“Then can you at least explain how you knew Roman would be at the docks with the White Fang?” 

“I cant.”

“Then what can you explain?” Blake asked. “I can overlook the small stuff, like how you knew how Ruby liked her coffee before meeting her or helping me ask Yang on a date. But everything else? Either your semblance is really clairvoyance or you’ve made a few really lucky guesses.” 

“I… I want to tell you, I want to tell all of you, but I… I cant…” Weiss finally sat down next to Blake and pulled her arm to her chest. “There are things I know that could change how everything plays out if I tell you. And I dont know what will happen if those things change.” 

“We could find out.” 

“And what if it ruins everything? I made a promise to do everything the same way as best to my knowledge and only make small changes. Leading us to Roman, not freaking out about you being a faunus and letting you come out on your own… changes like that are fine. And then there’s others that I’m… I’m not sure what will happen if I make any larger ripples than this. I dont want to lose any of you as my teammates or friends, or see something drastic change and not be able to stop it.” 

Blake put a hand on Weiss’s shoulder. “You wont lose any of us.” 

“But I almost did!” Weiss took a breath to calm herself. “I almost lost you all before and I dont… I want to make sure I dont have to go through any of that again.” 

“Then why not tell us what you know? We can help you and you dont have to do all of this alone.”

“Not… not yet. I need… I need to make sure that I know I’m on the right path.” 

“Then when will you tell us?” 

“After the Vytal Festival,” Weiss answered. “But I need to make sure a few things happen first before I say anything. The less you know, the less of a chance for anything to go wrong.” 

“Fine.” Blake got up and started to head to the door. “If Yang and Ruby start to ask, what are you going to tell them?” 

“I… I’ll tell them the same thing.” 

“Then I’ll hold you to your promise. But please let us know if there’s anything you need from us. You already made me promise to not keep any more secrets, we need you to do the same.” 

Weiss nodded and stayed in her seat as Blake left the room. Once she was alone, she pulled out her scroll to look for Jaune’s name before sending him a text. 

“We need to tell them” 

Your knights in time au gives me some ideas.

I might have to write something out but I could see Blake and Pyrrha would be the first to ask what's going on.

Blake knows when someone's hiding something and watching the way Weiss act around everyone already feels off. She talks as if she's holding back information she already knows about her teammates and friends, when they meet Cinder, she can see the rage that Weiss holds back as if they have an unspoken history. What finally pushes her to talk to Weiss about what's going on is how she acts at the Vytal Festival. She doesn't talk to Winter, she watches Cinder and her team closely, and she seems to watch the sky for grimm.

Pyrrha, on the other hand, ends up asking Jaune almost immediately. He claims to have no training but fights like a seasoned warrior and seems to act much older than he looks.

If you end up writing something out, I’d love to see it! Blake and Pyrrha WERE the ones I thought would figure it out first :]

[littlemsterious]

trying to solve this book while avoiding spoilers is interesting cause I won’t look at anything online and I’m definitely missing stuff

i cant check what stuff other people have because somehow I’m gonna see something important that i would have rather figured out. i dont know how to interact enough that I’m interacting but not so much that i ruin something fun

edit: i think this post might be funnier with this picture i took. this isnt even all of my notes

[mouthstatickinard]

ngl if it turns out that Tommy was coming back all along and that this was all part of the romcom ‘breaking up then making up’ trope i’m gonna be so embarrassed for getting this sad 💀 but that’s what i get for catching up with a series for once ig

[puppyeared]

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

[eggwishing]

All i really seem to draw nowadays is anatomy practice… i feel like i’ve lost my way with art. I want to tell stories, that’s the whole reason i’m doing this! i don’t just want to make shit that looks nice! but i don’t know how to put myself in a headspace where i care enough about things that were important to me before Or the way they made me feel