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thehighladywrites · 1 year ago

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ACOTAR MEN X READER, SITTING ON THEIR LAP

✩ summary: different scenarios where you find yourself sitting on them

✩ warnings: nsfw, 18+, mentions of sex, mentions of self-doubt, kissing, begging, gossiping, fluff, smut, crack, fun times and soft Eris😭💗

✩ amara’s note: the original cassian hc was so long that i had to stop myself bc i was thirsting and it turned into a regular oneshot lmaooo😭 anyways enjoy babes!!!!💗💗💗

reblogs are really appreciated! :D

RHYSAND

No matter how angry you and Rhys get or how petty the fight is, you two always end up holding hands, even while yelling at each other.

Sitting in his lap while you two argue about random, non important stuff is a standard

You guys just don’t do the whole “no touching” thing

Today, the argument was over who cooks better, both of you bickering pettily.

“Listen, I love you a lot, but the kitchen isn’t your best friend. It's crazy how you can burn an empty pot.”

“Maybe you’re crazy,” you retort, arms crossed over your chest as you step closer to him, leaning against his desk in his office.

He keeps arguing with you, going back and forth, while pushing his chair back from the desk to make room for you.

“Whatever, Rhys. I don’t even need to cook when I can summon anything. It’s stupid, and you’re being unfair,” you mutter as you put your hands on his shoulders and plop down in his lap, subconsciously warming at the way he holds your waist and places one hand on your back to keep you steady.

He suppresses a smile, scratching the back of his head as he looks up at your pouting self. “You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course, you’re an amazing chef,” he concedes, his tone laced with affection.

“Awww, come with me while I make you something,” you say, flashing him an oblivious smile.

“Oh! Um, you sure we shouldn't order something or..?” he asks nervously, his voice getting higher as he kisses you.

You slip out of his lap and hurry downstairs to plan his meal, assuring him not to worry about ordering anything and to just come down for his favorite meal.

“Dear Gods,” he whispers as he gets up, a mix of worry and fear in his voice.

ERIS

Eris had been stressed out for a few weeks now. Nothing you said seemed to make a difference.

He was dealing with his father’s death, ruling a new court as the heir, and inheriting the High Lord powers. Your heart ached for him. You wanted to be there for him, giving him hugs and words of encouragement, but you were not on that level yet

Today had been the most stressful day yet, resulting in him shutting down and locking himself up in his bedroom.

“Eris, are you okay? Can I please come in?” you knock gently on the wooden door, voice hushed and gentle.

After a few moments of silence, you hear him shuffling behind the door until he opens it very slightly.

He is shirtless, only in a pair of pants. You manage to catch a glimpse of his tired, amber eyes before he turns around to lie in his bed.

The room looks clinically clean, the only disturbance being Eris’s rugged appearance.

Without saying a word, you walk over to him and give him a hug. It’s a long, warm hug that tells him everything he doesn’t allow himself to hear: you’re there for him.

It takes a few moments for him to hug you back, but when he does, he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, bringing you into his lap.

Only after an hour of silence does he speak

“I feel like i’m stuck. These powers are killing me, the board is fucking annoying, the folk believe i’m wicked and cruel and i have no idea what to do about anything.”

He looks up at you with desperate eyes, “Do you believe I’m truly wicked?”

You shake your head in honesty. “No, honey. I have not met anyone as smart, kindhearted and brave as you. Others do not know you like I do but they should,” you whisper, hands going through his tussled hair. “You’ve been hiding behind your mask for too long, Eris. Let people see the real you.”

The room goes quiet, the only sound being the beating of your hearts.

Slowly his lips meet yours in a new and experimental kiss. He stares up at you with his pupils blown but before you can apologize and get off his lap, he kisses you again and locks his arm around you

“Thank you,” he whispers between heating kisses, “Thank you, beautiful.”

CASSIAN

“Hi there sugar, what can I do for you?” Cassian asks sweetly as he flicks your nose with his finger, happy that you ran into his office and immediately plopped down on his lap

“Can you fuck me?” you ask, frustrated with the lack of dick lately.

His eyes widen slightly at your words, then he slowly cracks a handsome smile. “Gods. How inappropriate of you,” he teases, the amusement clear in his voice.

His teasing almost makes you sob. This was totally NOT the time. You almost roll your eyes before realizing he will so not give in if you give him that

“Cassian, i’m begging you. I want, no- need to be fucked. Please, i’m losing hearing in my left ear,” you beg as you get closer and sit in his lap, rubbing your hands all over his chest

He looked incredibly good, almost unfairly so. Cassian’s jaw and chin had grown scruffy in a ruggedly masculine way that made him look older and even more attractive.

A week without seeing him had only heightened your weakness for his body, making you throb.

“Losing hearing? You must be really dying for me, huh? Alright then. I’ll let you ride,” he smirks at you while unbuckling his belt.

He finally fucking let’s you fuck, hitting spots that makes you go fuzzy brained.

You make him promise to never be gone again before going for another ride, satisfied when he breathlessly promises.

LUCIEN

There is not a bigger shit-talking couple in Prythian than you two

One look between you two is enough.

Someone’s being annoying? You share an annoyed glance. Someone’s being rude? You share a baffled glance. Something’s juicy’s happening? You share a glance that says you will so talk about it when you get home.

“— and he has the audacity to two-time her? He’s lucky to find even one person willing to date him,” you gossip, lounging in Lucien’s lap, your voice dripping with disbelief.

“You’re not going to believe this, but this isn’t his first time. He did that to Tamlin’s cousin too,” Lucien adds, his tone filled with incredulity.

“No way,” you gasp in disbelief, shaking your head as the gossip sinks in.

“Yeah, apparently this guy fucks around in all courts and cheats on anyone willing to stomach. What a fucking loser, honestly,” Lucien nods in agreement, disdain evident in his voice. “The sick bastard gets off on it.”

“That reminds me, guess what I heard about Rhys in Rita’s yeaterday,” Lucien prompts, leaning in with a sly grin, clearly ready to share some gossip.

“Some males and females were talking about Rhys, saying he's replaced Feyre with a clone,” Lucien whispers, his tone laced with disdain. “And get this— they think her transformation from human to fae is fake and that there is no way she could possibly be the mother of Nyx.”

“A clone? They’ll say anything these days,” you exclaim, raising an eyebrow incredulously.

“That's exactly what I'm saying! They're probably just making shit up out of thin air,” Lucien replies, nodding in agreement.

“I wouldn't put it past them,” you say, shaking your head as you reach for a biscuit, happy to be sitting and gossiping with your love.

AZRIEL

Azriel loves when you sit on his lap.

It makes him feel safe and relaxed knowing you're close to him.

It's something he does every day when he comes home - having you in his lap. Sometimes you both sit quietly, other times you talk or fuck or cuddle, depending on how you’re feeling.

Azriel especially likes the fuck part.

He loves the part where you sit on his lap while he works. If you’re good, he’ll bend you over his desk and fuck you. If not, he still fucks you but he does it with no mercy

He makes you sit on his dick and tells you not to move and inch or you will be edged for hours, not being allowed to cum once

Fucking torture is what it is honestly

“Stop moving around so much, i can’t focus.”

“Do you blame me? You’ve buried your dick in me, of course i’m moving. Maybe do something about that.”

He raises his eyebrows at your snarky comment. If it’s something he didn’t need today it was sass.

His day was quite shitty and all he needed was his sweet mate who would kiss away his problems and take his dick perfectly

Azriel smiled slightly as he put his pen down. He would take out his frustrations on you today.

“You want to be fucked? Let’s fuck,” he says in a low tone

In the end, all his papers are scattered, all pens on the floor.

He is relaxed and all smiley while you’re on death’s door💗

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chez-cinnamon · 5 months ago

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MY GUY IM GONNA CRY, YOUVE MADE MY NIGHT😭😭💕 /pos

I’m honoured people think my OCs are show/comic worthy !! It is the plan after all…. I’d love to make my own show one day…… maybe w Zombie Fight Club <3

I hope to keep you all entertained w my stuff in the meantime !! 💕

noticed a recent trend with indie internet darlings, lately. the creators are often semi-prolific art tumblr users before their projects take off.

@chez-cinnamon is who i think is gonna be next, just based on the vibes of all of their ocs.

#chezzy ocs #putting this tag bc I wanna come back to it #bc I love seeing encouraging words from people they really keep me going !!!#I LOVE YOU ALL

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bbyleiah · 2 years ago

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daze.

| reader is new in town and goes around with her bestfriend. She meets Onyankopon who is entranced by her at first sight and is set on making her his. |

cw : strangers to lovers. dom! Ony, fem! sub shy awkward reader, reader is black, doggy style, anal play (ony eats her ass), oral sex (f receiving), spit, fluids, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (mamas, princess, lil ‘ma, etc.), praise, biting, pussy slapping, begging, unprotected sex, creampie, cock drunk reader, slight pussy drunk ony, overstimulation, crying, pwp.

word count : hella long bc there’s lots of plot 🥹

sn : wrote this for fun, hopefully y’all will enjoy it 💞

You had been away for college for a long while but now that you graduated with your masters degree and had a break, you came to visit your best friend. You were hesitant about being in a new environment again but you were excited to see your bestfriend because it had been so long since the two of you spent time together.

The two of you were polar opposites, her being loud and charismatic, feisty and unafraid to show off her rambunctious personality. You on the other hand were shy, mostly quiet and meek, only getting out of your shell when you were comfortable with people. You guys suited each other perfectly though, the true definition of opposites attracting.

You squinted your eyes, your car now in a slow stroll along the street as you searched for your friend’s address. You perked up once you found it, pulling into her driveway and parking. Excitement built up inside you as you hopped out the car and approached her front door. You knocked a little too eagerly but you couldn’t help yourself. Nao was excited as well, rushing to open the door and hug you.

You both squealed as you hugged dramatically and spun a bit. “Bitch I missed your ass so much! Oh my god I have so much tea for you!” Nao exclaimed excitedly. You giggled, “I missed you so much too. You always have something going on. I can’t wait to hear all about it though.” You smiled at her. “ugh, my baby is back with me.” Nao sighed dramatically before she kissed your cheeks. You loved the affection, Nao always giving motherly vibes.

Nao helped you get your bags from your car and she didn’t waste any time to start ranting to you as you two began to unpack your things in her guest room. “—He really tried to play in my face like I’m one of his lil hoes. Can’t stand these niggas out here. He keep tryna blow up my phone but I’m ignoring his ass.” Nao expressed while shaking her head. You just took in the info, laughing a little. “Which one was this? Eren?” You asked, trying to keep up.

“Nah, Eren my baby boy. I’m talking about Connie hoe ass. Connie mad now because him and Eren homeboys. I don’t give a fuck though.” Nao said honestly with a cackle. “Oh my god, that’s so messy. I support though. As you should!” You encouraged with a laugh. “What about you though sis? Any dude try to pull up on you at college?” Nao asked.

“Nope. Well I guess some tried but they were all weirdos, I wasn’t interested. Plus you know I need someone who will take care of me.” You said honestly with a hum. “Girl, you need to put yourself out there more. You’re a bad bitch, I’m sure guys will drool over you. You’re just too picky.” She said while shaking her head in disapproval. “I could put you on.” She suggested as she perked up.

“No, no. I refuse to be put on with one of those guys you hang around. You know that’s not my vibe.” You refused immediately. “Ugh, come on! Just give it a chance!. We could literally pull up at Connie’s crib, everyone be over there.” She persuaded with a pout as she pulled on your arm. “Eh, the guys you hang with wouldn’t even be interested in me.” You sighed.

“You don’t know that!. Just come with me, please? Pretty please? Cherry on top? Love and adore you forever?” She begged as she laid her head on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, laughing “alright, I’ll come. But! I’m not getting put on with no one.” You clarified. “Yay! So exciting!” She cheered in victory. “Isn’t it gonna be awkward for you to be at Connie’s house though?” You asked once you realized.

“Eh, he don’t mind. He too obsessed with me to leave me alone.” She confidently said with a shrug, you laughed. “Y’all are a mess. That’s exactly why I will not partake in that kind of relationship.” You stated. “You will when you find some good dick.” She blurted causing you to gasp and hit her with a pillow, she burst out laughing at your reaction. It was nice spending time with Nao again, the two of you spent the rest of the night catching up and enjoying each other’s company.

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You were dreading this gathering now, you hated meeting people. You had Nao by your side though so you figured it wouldn’t be so bad. Nao looked sexy as fuck, dressed in a red corset top, a black jean skirt, and some ‘university red’ dunks with her crinkle curl black lace front, gold jewelry to compliment the outfit.

You differed in style, dressed in a lacy white tank top with a white cardigan, you wore a pink skirt with white leg warmers and pink converse, your hair was in a half up half down look and you had on hoop earrings with a little charm bracelet. “You look so adorbs!” Nao gushed over you. You blushed, “thanks, you look so good. They’re gonna drool over you forreal.” You complimented with a giggle.

“That’s the goal.” She sassily said as she flipped her hair. The two of you walked up to what was apparently Connie’s house and Nao didn’t even bother to knock, just walking on in like she owned the place. Luckily for you it wasn’t overly crowded, just a couple people hanging around. It appeared this house was a true hang out spot. “Yoo, losers. The baddest bitch has arrived.” Nao greeted theatrically.

Everyone greeted her too, she was clearly comfy with everyone here, you just followed behind her like a clueless puppy only uttering ‘hi’s’ and ‘nice to meet you’s’ whenever Nao introduced you to people. Unbeknownst to you, someone had taken a particular interest in you. “Yo, who’s lil mama?” Ony asked Jean as they stood together sharing a blunt. “Uh don’t know but she came with Nao. They’re homegirls” Jean shrugged.

“Mm.” Ony hummed in response to the information, still observing you with his low slightly red eyes. “What? You tryna hit that?” Jean asked with a laugh. “Nah, just curious.” Ony dismissed. It was rare to see a cute thing like you around so it intrigued Ony, he didn’t typically go for girls like you but he wouldn’t mind taking his chances. You caught his stare when you began to mindlessly look around, it caught you off guard seeing the male staring at you so intensely.

It also confused you a bit, you didn’t understand why he was looking at you. You unconsciously pouted a bit and tilted your head as you tried to think of what the reason could be. Ony felt his heart swoon a little at the adorable sight, you were just too cute. “Lying ass. You definitely wanna tap that.” Jean laughed as he peeped the scene. “Shut your ass up.” Ony snapped.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked Nao. She looked at you confused, “No, why do you think that?” She asked as she thoroughly inspected your face. “Because some guy was staring at me so I wanted to make sure. That would’ve been embarrassing.” You said in slight relief. “Which guy?!” She perked up, eager to find out. You subtly pointed to him, standing against the wall with some other guy.

He was dressed in black cargo pants and a white tee, a black durag on his head with some white forces on his feet. He had little diamond stud earrings in his ears and a silver chain around his neck. He had a tattoo on one of his hands and one on his collarbone. “Oo! That’s Ony! Girl that is crazy! Ony doesn’t get interested in many girls. You should go speak!” Nao excitedly encouraged.

You sheepishly shook your head, “Noo, you know I hate approaching people.” You said as you played with your sweater paws. “I know but you need to put yourself out there!. You want me to call him over?” She offered. Your eyes went wide, frantically shaking your head, not liking that idea at all. Nao sighed, “Well I’m not gonna put you in an uncomfortable position but I really think you should feel him out.” She hummed. You chewed on your lip, debating it as you glanced at him.

He was definitely attractive but he seemed way out of your league. You wouldn’t even know how to handle a guy like him. This time he was the one who caught you staring, blowing smoke from his mouth after taking a hit from a blunt. You immediately looked away, flustered that he caught you looking at him. Ony smirked at your shy reaction, “she’s too damn cute.” He mumbled to himself. “Bro just go over and talk to her at this point instead of drooling, damn.” Jean said, annoyed.

Ony rolled his eyes, elbowing Jean in the side before he actually did take the initiative and walked up to you. You didn’t even notice him approaching, turned towards Nao and focused on what she was currently chatting about. Ony cleared his throat once he stood behind you, instantly gaining your attention as you whipped around to see who it was. “What’s up little ‘ma.” Ony greeted once he had your attention. You stared at up him like a deer in headlights, “Uhm..hi~” you replied shyly.

Nao’s eyes flickered between the two of you knowingly with a mischievous grin on her face. She didn’t waste any time slipping away so that you and ony could talk privately. “You new around here?” Ony asked you, starting small talk as he took a sip from his red solo cup. “Yeah, I just got here the other day” You said as you began to nervously play with your hair, you knew you were probably being awkward but you sucked at conversation. Ony didn’t mind your shy awkward demeanor though, finding it adorable.

“Oh my bad, I’m onyankopon by the way but you can call me ony.” He introduced himself with a smile, allowing you to see the silver grill on the bottom row of his teeth. He was definitely not the type of guy to go for a girl like you. “Nice to meet you~” You said your usual textbook reply, smiling back at him politely. Ony fixated on your pretty smile, your little dimples appearing on your cheeks along with your glossy lips. In that moment he felt like he’d do whatever to keep that smile on your face.

“You close with Nao?” He questioned. You nodded, “Mhm, she’s my bestfriend, we’ve been close for a long time and I love her a lot.” You expressed happily as you grinned. “That’s cute.” Ony smiled, enjoying seeing you happily ramble. Ony’s stare was so intense and intimidating as he ate up every detail of your figure with his eyes, it made your heart pound furiously in your chest. That ba-boom ba-boom ba-boom nonstop in your system.

“My homie Jean convinced me to approach you since I kept staring at you, hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” Ony chuckled as he rubbed at his chin. “Oh!, I wasn’t uncomfortable, just mostly confused..I didn’t understand why you were staring at me.” You admitted honestly with a soft laugh as you shyly fiddled with your charm bracelet.

Ony’s eyes tracked the movement, fully attentive to your every action. “Because you’re beautiful. Cutest thing I’ve ever seen. Can’t keep my eyes off you mama.” Ony’s low sultry voice spoke honestly as he stared into your now wide eyes. “I-I uhm..” You stuttered out, speechless and beyond flustered now. You even let out a faint whine in embarrassment as you shifted from foot to foot.

You weren’t used to such shameless and honest flattery so you didn’t know how to process it and respond. Ony was torn because a part of him loved watching you squirm and crumble because of his words, and the other part of him wanted to ease your turmoil and comfort you. “You can relax mama, it’s alright. I just wanted to clear up your confusion.” His comforting side won, his voice soft and soothing.

“Sorry, I’m not used to accepting compliments, especially from a guy like you..thank you though.” You managed out after awhile, breathing out to calm yourself. “A guy like me? What’s that mean mama?” Ony prodded with a teasing grin. You swore you’d fold and burst at the seams if he called you ‘mama’ one more time. The way it rolled off his tongue just sounded so nice.

“I-I mean..uh..” You stammered out as you smiled shyly. “You know, you’re attractive and intimidating..and you go for girls like Nao” You explained, completely embarrassed. Ony was highly amused as he listened to you try to elaborate, a grin on his face. “Cute. You think I’m attractive sweet girl?” Ony asked, continuing to tease. “Also I don’t go for girls like Nao. I want you.” Ony said honestly.

You felt your heart skip a beat hearing that, getting a little giddy as you bit down on your bottom lip to hold back your huge smile. Ony eyed the action of you biting your lip, his mind drifting to a not so innocent place. “Let me take you out on a date.” He suddenly said. You looked at him in slight shock, his straightforwardness catching you off guard.

You contemplated your answer because you were unsure. You did think Ony was very attractive and you liked talking to him but you were afraid of this not going well. You decided to take Nao’s advice though and take your chances. “okay, I’d love to~” You smiled. Ony felt like he won the lottery. The two of you then exchanged numbers before Ony got pulled away by his friends.

“I’ll text you later mamas.” Ony told you before y’all parted ways. You were giddy to tell Nao all the details about your interaction with Ony. He stayed true to his word too, texting you sooner than you expected. You texted him on your way back home with Nao. “This is soo exciting! Do you know where he’s taking you yet?” Nao questioned excitedly as she drove.

“A restaurant, I think it’s fancy.” You informed her. “Oo can I dress you up? Pretty please, I wanna make you all sexy. Make him lose his shit.” Nao laughed. “Of course that’s what you wanna do.” You laughed too while shaking your head. “You can dress me up though, I want the sexy bad bitch vibes.” You agreed, thinking it’d be nice to switch it up for this occasion.

“Yessuh!, You’re gonna get dicked down real good.” Nao cackled evilly. You gasped, “You’re nasty! Horny ass.” You laughed in disbelief. “Girl you know damn well you’re not miss innocent, with your kinky ass.” Nao called you out as the two of you laughed together. “Hush, I still have class~” You huffed with a grin.

Throughout the night you and Ony texted nonstop, him constantly flattering you and giving you butterflies with his sweet words. Despite you being really shy in person you were more bold through text, saying things you’d never say directly to his face but it was fun to play around. Little did you know though, Ony was gonna make you stand on your words.

onyanbear 😫🧸: why you keep playing with me ma? you think I won’t put you in your place?

you : bc it’s funnn, you’re not gonna do anything. You’re scaryyy, all talk, no action

onyanbear 😫🧸 : ight, keep talking that big girl shit. We’ll see.

You were giggling and kicking your feet reading his responses, you knew you were probably digging yourself a hole but it was too fun to tease and provoke him. You honestly didn’t think he’d actually act on his words. You’d learn soon enough though that he was not playing.

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You were honestly a nervous wreck as you prepared for your date with Ony. You hadn’t been on a date in awhile and you’d say you had a crush on Ony at this point so it was exciting and nerve-racking all at the same time. Nao provided you with a little silk black dress that shaped your curves in all the right ways and showed off your figure. You paired the dress with black heels that wrapped up your ankles.

You curled your hair, doing a natural makeup beat and putting on red lipstick. This was definitely different from your usual cutesy style but you looked good. You put on jewelry, just some stud earrings and a bracelet, along with an anklet. “You look good as fuck! I’m so proud.” Nao exclaimed before she began taking pictures of you like a proud mom.

“Thank you” You laughed and posed for some of the pictures. “When’s he pulling up?” Nao asked. “Uhm in about 10 minutes or so I think.” You hummed as you checked your phone, seeing his text saying that he was on his way. “You excited? You like him so far?” Nao prodded teasingly and eagerly. You giggled, “I am excited but I also feel like throwing up from nerves. I do like him so far..he’s nice.” You admitted with a shy smitten grin.

“Oo, this is so adorable. I’m happy you’re giving him a chance.” Nao smiled. Soon Ony pulled up, calling you to let you know he was outside. “Okay I’ll be out soon!~” You told him. You quickly got up, spraying on your favorite perfume and grabbing your purse before you walked out to see Ony standing outside his car waiting for you. His attention was on you the second you stepped out, eyes eating up your figure.

“You look so sexy ‘ma. breathtaking.” Ony hummed, not being able to take his eyes off you as his hands found their way to your waist. Your face flushed, growing shy as your stomach swarmed with flutters at his words and the feel of his hands on your body. “Thank you” You said with a smile. “You look good too, really good.” You returned the flattery as you eyed him as well.

He was dressed in a black and grey hockey jersey and some black jeans, ‘panda’ dunks on his feet. He had on the same chain and he had rings adorning his fingers this time. He smelled so good too, his intoxicating scent so yummy in your nostrils. “thanks mama.” Ony grinned before he pecked your cheek. He was being extra touchy this time around but you didn’t mind it at all, you were soaking it up actually.

“Let’s go.” Ony said as he opened the car door for you, allowing you to slide into the passenger seat. He closed the door after you and then rounded around the car and sat in the driver’s seat. He adjusted the air and the radio before he began to drive. You just watched him the whole time, completely infatuated with him and his whole aura. Your inner thoughts screaming about how he was ‘fine as fuck’. You wouldn’t say it out loud though, too shy to do so.

“You staring real hard lil mama, see something you want?” Ony asked in that smooth low voice of his that made you melt, his eyes still focused on the road but his attention completely on you. ‘slow down’ by bobby valentino played lowly on the radio, creating a mood in the car and further adding to the building tension. You didn’t know how to respond, mouth parting but no words coming out, flustered by his question.

You did see something you wanted, you wanted him, really badly too. You weren’t gonna admit that though. “N-No..just like staring at you..” You partially confessed sheepishly as you played with the hem of your dress. Ony chuckled, the sound filling your ears and consuming you, so pleasing to your senses. “That’s cute baby. You’re so shy now, what happened to big girl in my messages? Talking all big about how I can’t handle you, you gon’ make me nut in my pants, how I ain’t gon’ do shit, I’m not daddy material, Hm? Where’s that energy at ‘ma?” Ony called you out, making your eyes blow wide.

You didn’t think he’d make you eat your words, it was embarrassing hearing your own words repeated back to you. “I-I..I was playing!” You defended, not wanting to bury yourself further. “Ah, so you’re the one that’s scary then? All talk, no action? Ain’t that what you said?. After you said I wouldn’t bend you over my lap and spank your little ass.” Ony continued, loving seeing you fall apart from being called out.

You were pouting now, “I’m not scary, I did say that and I was right. You still ain’t do shit.” You huffed, now standing on your words because you weren’t gonna let him doubt you and call you ‘scary’. “Mm.” was all Ony said in response as he grinned, he was glad you were still being a brat, just so he could turn you right back out. The two of you arrived at the restaurant and once Ony parked he was quick to snatch you up by your neck.

You let out a choked gasp, staring at him wide eyed as he pulled your face towards his, his large hard squeezing around your throat making you whine. “I love that attitude shit ‘ma. It makes my day. You keep fucking with me because you want me to fuck that attitude out of you, don’t you?” Ony uttered against your lips, your breaths mingling together, the proximity and his words putting you in a daze.

“You want daddy to fuck you stupid? Turn you into my good girl?” Ony hummed, you let out another whine. You wanted to kiss him so bad, your lips parted, tongue practically about to fall out from how desperately you wanted it. Right when you tried to lean in, Ony pulled away and let you go. “Come on, we’re gonna be late for our reservation.” He said as he got out of the car.

You were bewildered, stuck processing what just happened as Ony opened the passenger side door for you. Ony was completely amused at the lost look on your face, it was priceless. He contained his nonchalant appearance though. “Come back to me mama, let’s go.” Ony hummed, trying to snap you out of your trance.

It worked, you immediately got out of the car and began to follow him into the restaurant, a slight embarrassed flush on your face as you realized how desperate you must’ve looked moments ago. Ony led the two of you to your table once you entered the restaurant. Being the gentleman he was he pulled your seat out for you, “thank you” you said softly with a smile as you sat down.

He hummed in response and pushed your seat in. The two of you got settled and ordered. “You gonna act like a good girl now?” Ony asked you after the waiter left, slightly joking as he looked at you. You pouted, “No” you huffed softly. You were gonna stand your ground, plus you were still disappointed that he didn’t actually kiss you. Ony chuckled at your response.

“You’re lucky you’re cute as fuck.” He expressed with a grin. You were flattered, folding again at his sweet words as you smiled and grew shy again. “I tried to look sexy today though” You muttered as you adjusted your dress a bit. “You do look sexy, very sexy. You also look cute though, cutest thing ever. You have a nice mix of both.” He told you honestly, only flattering you more as you grinned giddily.

“Not cute enough for you to kiss me though..” you mumbled, you intended to say that in your head and not out loud but it slipped. Ony couldn’t help but to laugh, he was satisfied with getting you all sulky. “don’t laugh~ it’s embarrassing.” You whined as you covered your face with your hands. “My bad baby, you don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s adorable you want me to kiss you so bad.” He comforted with a soft laugh as he pulled your hands away from your face, kissing your hands as he did.

You felt those now familiar butterflies swarm in your system at his soft plump lips against your hands. You could only imagine feeling his lips elsewhere..the thought giving you shivers. “You happy now?” He asked as he now held your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. You loved it so much, his hand in yours, it was so comforting and intimate. You wished he’d kiss your lips but you were happy with what was given to you. “I am, very happy” You giggled.

“that’s good mamas.” He smiled before he kissed your hand again, kissing down to your wrist. “You smell good as fuck..got me wanting to eat you ‘ma..” he sighed as he looked into your eyes. You stared back, silent now but your heart pounding loudly in your ears. That ravenous look in his eyes had you stuck, your breathing slowing as anticipation began to build inside you.

Ony constantly kept you on edge but you loved it, and sometimes you felt the urge to go over that edge. “Why don’t you then?” You uttered out, not backing down from his stare. Ony smiled at your words, “You’d like that wouldn’t you mamas? My head between your legs? That sweet pussy suffocating me?” He teased. If you weren’t wet already, you definitely were now. His words effecting you and making your pussy ache to be touched.

“I would like that, soo much, please” You hadn’t intended to beg but it seemed Ony made you desperate with ease. He chuckled, “We’re gonna eat first babe and have our date, you can be a good girl and wait.” He stated before he kissed your cheek. You pouted but agreed, wanting to be good and also wanting to finish your date since you’d been excited for this date.

Soon the food arrived and the two of you began to eat, the food was heavenly. You two talked and got to know each other even more. “—So you’re beautiful and smart as hell, I hit the jackpot.” Ony grinned. You had just finished telling him about your college accomplishments, “oh hush, you probably have had plenty of smart beautiful women.” You giggled.

“Nah, none like you at least. You’re a gem mamas.” He said genuinely. His sweet words always made you swoon, falling for him more and more by the second. “You’re so sweet to me.” You said softly as you smiled. “You deserve it and I’m tryna make you mine so I have to be sweet to you.” He smiled as he finished off the dessert you ordered. You gasped, “You ate the last bite!” You whined in disappointment stomping your feet in your heels.

Ony couldn’t help but to laugh, cackling as you pouted and sulked like a baby. “You’re not sweet anymore.” You huffed as you crossed your arms. “God, you’re so cute it makes me sick.” He said with a grin while shaking his head as his laughter died down. “Here ‘ma, you can taste the last bite too.” He said before he grabbed you by your jaw and kissed you deeply.

It caught you off guard, you took a minute to process what was happening before you began to kiss him back. Your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into the feeling of his lips against yours, his tongue pushing through the seam of your lips to fill your mouth, allowing you to taste the residual of the dessert. He dominated the kiss easily, his tongue tangling messily with yours and pushing against the insides of your cheeks. He began to suck on your tongue, making you moan into the kiss.

“shit..” he groaned lowly as he broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips still. Your head was fuzzy from the kiss, your breathing heavier as your now low lust filled eyes stared into Ony’s pretty brown eyes. He licked his lips, breaking the saliva string between your lips. Your eyes fixated on the movement, completely entranced by the man.

Ony was just as enamored by you, your red lipstick now slightly smudged on your plush lips. That needy look in your eyes that seemed eager to be satiated. You were just so beautiful and he couldn’t get enough of it. “Mm, you taste better than the dessert mama” he said, it was kinda a cheesy line but he meant it. “Should’ve kiss you sooner..” he mumbled before he pecked your lips again repeatedly.

You loved every second of it, kissing him back as much as you could, smiling into the kisses. You felt completely head over heels at this point. “Let’s head out mama” he hummed as he pulled away. He paid for the meal and held your hand as you two exited the restaurant, getting back into his car. You were in a relaxed state on the night drive, ony’s hand resting on your thigh and your head leaned against the window, shamelessly watching him as he drove.

“You wanna go back to my place baby?” Ony asked as he gave your thigh a small squeeze. “Yes please” you said, a little too eagerly causing ony to chuckle. You couldn’t help it though, you wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, be completely consumed by him. It wasn’t long before you guys arrived at his house.

You observed the place with curiosity, “You live alone?” You questioned as the two of you got out of the car. “Mhm, roommates aren’t my style. Too much of a hassle. I like having my own shit.” He said as he unlocked his front door. You nodded in understanding, “Makes sense.” You hummed before letting out a squeak in surprise when Ony suddenly picked you up.

You didn’t get a chance to get a word out before Ony started eating your face, kissing you with desperation as he gripped your ass. Truth be told Ony couldn’t wait to get his hands on you, being tempted the whole time as you provoked him and he snapped after he kissed you, wanting to devour you whole after that. You moaned into the kiss, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you pulled him closer.

Ony began to carry you upstairs to his bedroom as the two of you continued kissing. He sucked on your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth and making you whine out. He loved all the cute noises you made, wanting to pull more of them out of you. He left opened mouthed kisses down your neck prior to running his tongue up your neck all the way to your ear, pulling your earlobe into his mouth. He wanted to taste every inch of you.

You shivered at the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive ear, your nails beginning to dig into his neck as you whined pathetically. He threw you onto the bed once you guys made it to his bedroom, making you gasp. “Mhm, I ain’t forget about all that big girl shit you talked. You gon’ learn not to play in my face.” He reminded you as he pulled his shirt off, allowing you to see his bare upper body, his chest covered in tattoos.

You gawked at him, your eyes eating up every detail of his body. Ony pulled you by your legs, treating you like a rag doll as he parted your thighs causing your little dress to rise up. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful ‘ma” Ony sighed in delight as he began to kiss from your calf up to your inner thighs, goosebumps following the trail of his kisses. You flushed at his compliment, you loved the nonstop flattery.

You wanted him so badly, watching him as he took his time getting to the place that ached so desperately to be touched. Ony paused once he reached your wet cunt, his breath ghosting against your clothed cunt in an agonizingly teasing way. You quickly grew impatient as you began to whine and squirm, “stop teasing me” you huffed as you whined. He chuckled, “So fuckin’ needy” he tsked as he slapped your thigh to get you to stop squirming.

You whimpered and pouted but ceased your movement, “you’re taking too long. still no action…” you muttered as you rolled your eyes. “You ain’t getting shit from me unless you start actin’ right mama” he stated as he stared up at you. You stared back at him, huffing once you realized you weren’t gonna win in this situation. “fine, I’ll act right..” you obliged. “good girl.” He praised and placed a kiss on your clothed clit.

You swooned at the praise, soaking it up more than you thought you would. Ony didn’t waste anymore time, pulling your panties off and tossing them aside before he delve into your sweet pussy, dragging his tongue through your slick folds. You moaned out in satisfaction at finally getting what you had been craving since you saw ony standing outside his car waiting for you.

He suckled on your throbbing bud, his fingers spreading your lips apart as he focused on the sensitive ball of nerves. You gripped the bedsheets as you whined and moaned out shamelessly in pleasure. You were a dripping mess, ony making sure to lick up all of your fluids, the lewd slurping and sucking sounds filling the room as he did.

“such a pretty fuckin’ pussy” he awed as he pulled away and stared at your messy cunt, glistening with your slick. Ony spit on your pussy, adding to the filthy mess before he pushed his tongue into your entrance. “oh fuck” you moaned as you threw your head back, falling apart at the feeling of ony’s tongue fucking into you. Ony hummed as he devoured you with ease, enjoying every second of it and loving the sight of you becoming an incoherent mess.

His eyes fixated on you and your every reaction. Your dress bunched up around your waist, your hair sprawled out on his bedsheets, mouth parted in bliss and your eyes fluttered shut, cheeks flushed and nipples hard. You looked so beautiful, Ony felt like he was looking at a work of art. Ony licked up the fluids that ran down to your ass, you gasped and instinctively tried to close your legs when you felt his tongue prod at that hole that hadn’t been touched before.

“nah, none of that shit. stop playin’ with me.” He said as he pulled your legs back apart, gripping them in place so you couldn’t move them. You whined, shaking your head and squirming when you felt Ony’s thumb pressing on your ass hole. “n-not there..” you whimpered, not used to being touched there. “relax mama, let me take care of you. You can handle it.” He soothed as he placed kisses on tummy.

Ony used the mixture of his saliva and your juices as lubricant to ease his thumb into your tight hole, “onyy~” you cried out at the feeling as you clawed at the bedsheets. “You’re doing so good mamas” he praised before he started to eat you out again while his thumb continued to stimulate your sensitive hole. Tears brimmed your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure, your senses on overdrive at the combined feeling of ony’s tongue on your achy pussy and his thumb stretching your backside.

Ony stretched the tight ring until he was satisfied and then he pushed his tongue into your puckered hole, making you squeal as your back arched. He groaned as he fucked his tongue into you, starting this pattern of licking from your ass all the way back up to your throbbing clit, messily eating you out as drool pooled from his mouth onto your cunt down to your ass crack. You were a moaning mess underneath him, never experiencing such immense pleasure before.

The lower half of ony’s face was soaked in your juices, wetting his pretty beard that adorned his face. He loved every second of being buried between your legs, drowning in your essence. “sweet fuckin’ pussy, so good mamas. fuck.” He groaned as he ate you out like you were the best meal he’d ever had. You were a mess, makeup runny from your tears, eyes rolled back, legs trembling as your orgasm approached you like a truck.

“m’ gonna—ah fuck gonna cum mmph!” you cried out in bliss as that knot in your stomach bubbled to burst. “cum for me princess” he rasped, pulling your clit between his teeth and tugging at it. You screamed as you came, gushing all over ony and soiling his bedsheets in your fluids. Ony licked up all of your mess, moaning as he swallowed up your sweet juices like it was his favorite treat.

You sniffled and whined in sensitivity as he continued to lap at your cunt, feebly pushing at his head only for him to slap your hands away. “s’ too much” you whimpered with a pout, head still fuzzy from your orgasm. “Nah, I’m not done with you yet. Shut that shit up.” He said and he slapped your twitching pussy causing you to let out a sob. “You a big girl, right?” He taunted as he grabbed your hips, flipping you over and pulling your hips up into the air, pushing your back into a painful arch.

“Mm, my pretty girl” He cooed, rubbing his hand soothingly over your ass as he admired you in this position. You relished in the adoration, loving it and its contrast to his mean attitude. Ony took off his jeans, releasing his hard cock that was painfully hard and pearling precum at the tip. He sighed in delight as he stroked his cock and placed kisses down your spine, using his free hand to pull your dress off the rest of the way, you assisting him and throwing the dress aside.

Ony ran his cock through your puffy wet folds, his tip nudging your clit as he teased you making you whine. “Such a whiny slut.” He remarked in a mocking tone. “I wan’ it, please.” You begged shamelessly with a sob, you were so desperate and craved him so badly, you couldn’t care less about how pathetic you were acting at the moment. He grinned at your begging, “I thought it was too much?” He teased.

He pushed into you, throwing his head back as the two of you moaned in unison at the feeling. “shitt” he groaned out as he got lost in the feel of your tight walls swallowing up his cock. “feels so fuckin’ good mama” he grunted as he began to pound into you, not wasting a second as his gripped your hips tight enough to bruise. You became a babbling mess as he fucked you mercilessly, pulling your hips back hard against his each time he thrusted into you.

“love this pussy, so fuckin pretty and wet and warm..shit princess.” Ony rambled as he got fixated on how good you felt around him, your cunt gushing around him with every thrust. “s’ soo g-good daddy~” you babbled incoherently into the mattress, mouth parted, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth and your head in the clouds as ony used you like his own personal fleshlight. “Mhm, you like it ‘ma? Love daddy’s dick rearranging your guts?” He said as he wrapped a hand around your throat, leaning over you as his cock drilled deeper into you.

All you could do is nod in response, unable to form words as your body was consumed in pleasure, ony’s dick hitting that sweet spot that made you see stars. “you’re so fuckin’ cute. so fuckin’ pretty. wanna ruin you sweet girl.” He couldn’t get over how pretty you were, especially in this state. Your hair a mess, sticking to your sweaty body, back arched and ass up, pretty brown skin glowing under the moonlight shinning through ony’s window, inner thighs covered in your slick, lips swollen and red, cheeks squished in ony’s grip on your face, eyeliner and mascara runny underneath your eyes and down your cheeks, hands trembling as you struggled to hold yourself up.

Ony couldn’t get enough of the sight, wanting it engrained in his mind forever. He pulled your face towards his, kissing you passionately and messily as he continued to pound into you, the filthy mixture of your slick and his precum coating his pubic hairs and his happy trail. You moaned into the kiss, kissing back with just as much passion as you sucked on ony’s tongue making him groan. You loved it everytime he kissed you, the intimacy of it making your heart stutter.

Ony let his spit pool into your mouth as he broke the kiss, his opened mouth hovering over yours as you stuck your tongue out like a greedy pet, swallowing up every string of his thick saliva. “fuck..nasty fuckin’ girl. Gon’ make me nut mama” He groaned as he pounded into you incessantly. By now you were fucked dumb, not a single thought behind your dilated rolled back eyes.

All you knew at the moment was ony ony ony, his scent, the feel of his muscular framed body pressed against yours, the taste of him lingering on your tongue, the grip of his large rough hands manhandling your body as he pleased, the way his cock filled up your plush wet walls and satiated every ache, itch, and burning desire inside you. He overtook your entire being, bringing you to pure ecstasy.

Your climax hit you before you could even prepare for it, letting out a high pitched moan and sobbing into the mattress as you creamed all over ony’s cock. “that’s it mama, oh fuck- good fuckin’ girl. making a mess on my dick” he talked you through it as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Your body trembling as you fell apart completely, no longer able to hold yourself up as you whined in overstimulation.

Ony felt his head go fuzzy at the way your pussy pulsed and clenched around his dick, the lewd squelch echoing with every thrust as ony chased his own orgasm. “c-cum’n me please wan’ it” you manage to babble out, your words slurred and muffled into the bed. It took ony a moment to process your words, his brain muddled as he became pussy drunk, obsessed with your filthy warm walls sucking up every inch of his dick.

“You want it baby? Ah shit- want daddy to fill up your greedy cunt?. I’ll give you whatever you want pretty girl.” He moaned as his pace got desperate and sloppy as he felt that sensation build up inside him. “fuckk fuck!” He moaned out, throwing his head back as he finally came, his cum spurting out in loads and coating your walls, filling you up to the brim. You whined at the warm feeling as your cunt milked him dry.

Ony breathed heavily as his thrust slowed to a stop, “you okay sweet girl?” he asked softly as he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. You only hummed and nodded in response, half passed out at this point. You were completely fucked out, body relaxed and exhausted from the overwhelming pleasure. Satisfied with your response, ony slowly pulled out, the mixture of your fluids pouring out messily and bubbling as he did. Ony loved the mess, the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs and his dick covered in the filth.

You snuggled deeper into the bed as ony got up and began to clean you up gently, not wanting to add more stress to your already spent body. He cleaned up himself as well before he tucked you in and climbed into bed with you. He admired your peaceful state, looking so beautiful and claimed by him. “I like you..onya~” you mumbled out in your half conscious state.

It caught Ony completely off guard but it made him smile, his heart swelling at your adorable confession. “I like you too sweetheart” he replied softly before he placed a kiss on your cheek. You smiled drowsily, happy to have met ony and taken a chance on him.

[thank you to everyone who read this, I appreciate it sm 🥹]

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jarofstyles · 1 year ago

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Please write us some extreme pda like I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I love it 😩 like they’re out at a bar and all of their friends are disgusted and annoyed but they’re just so in love they can’t keep their hands off each other 😭😭 like just lots of kisses, neck kisses, lap sitting, whispering to each other, giggling, hair playing etc 🥰

Oh I love a sickly PDA couple but only in books bc I’ll probably vom if I see it irl. So sure!

Here is a bit from Leather and Lace since we just finished them up.

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“I can’t believe you’ve turned to mush.”

“Shut up.” Harry grumbled, holding Y/N closer on his lap. His chin rested on the dip in her shoulder, lips pried away from the chaste kisses he’d been giving to her throat. It was probably obnoxious but Harry really didn’t care. His indifference to what people thought went soul deep. All he really cared about was Y/N, if he was being honest.

And maybe the milkshake she’d promised him on the way home for prying him out of her bed. That was a topic he went back to a few times tonight.

“Oi, be nice.” Y/N laughed, placing her hand on top of his ringed one to squeeze it lightly. There wasn’t much heat behind her words, merely defending Niall so he wouldn’t be complaining as much to her.

“Thank you. Feels like m’constantly third wheeling now. Knew he had a hard on for ya, but I didn’t expect him to turn into a good old fashioned loverboy.” The man scoffed. Harry merely rolled his eyes, jaw setting slightly as he narrowed his gaze.

“We are not the only people here. Y’know that, yeah? There’s like, a dozen of your friends here. You can fuck off if you’re annoyed. Not my problem.” He hammered in the point with a smirk, kissing the girl’s cheek a few times to make him screw his face up in disgust.

“I was trying to be nice, you old grouch! Even being loved up you still find a way to be mean t’me.” Their friend pouted before sticking up his middle finger, excusing himself to get another drink.

“Baby…” Harry whined slightly, tapping at her cheek to encourage her to turn it. “He’s finally gone. C’mere.” There was no chance of her scolding him as he pressed his lips to hers. They were slightly sticky from the virgin strawberry daiquiri she’d been sipping on -extra maraschino cherries- and sweet to the tongue as he hummed happily against them. This was precisely what he wanted. People to fuck off and leave him to love on her.

Y/N was soothed by his touch, a light giggle muffled by his lips as he turned her slightly in his lap so he could kiss her properly. He’d behaved well enough- for Harry, anyways- so she wasn’t going to get on him too much. He hadn’t wanted to go out, as usual, so she’d bribed him with the promise that he could love on her as much as he wanted- but he had to keep it PG-13. Her fingers brushed through his hair, shivering slightly as his fingers dipped under the hem of her dress.

“Mm… careful.” She sighed, but made no effort to stop. As much as she wanted to be proper, it was hard to want to stop him as he touched her. She played it cool most of the time but she was just as far gone for him as he was for her.

“M’very careful with you, Butterfly.” He nipped lightly at her bottom lip. “Even when you beg me not t’be. But I’ve suffered these people long enough. If you want me t’be nice, I need my kisses.” His voice was quiet enough to not disturb the other people around. His sweet words were reserved solely for the girl who held his affections. Especially the dirtier ones.

“H!” She grinned against his mouth, leaning further in to kiss him again. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder, she leaned into him with a dreamy sigh. Hot fingertips ran over the silky skin of her inner thigh, moisturized to the gods in her shower routine today for this exact reason.

“I can’t help it, you’re always so soft. So sweet…” he cooed. “Want t’eat you up. Torture sitting here when all I want t’do is sit you on my cock to keep it warm while you talk t’me. That’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

Harry never did play fair. Holding back the whine in her throat, she huffed instead. Giving his hair a little tug, she tried her best to look menacing- as menacing as she could in her pretty lilac dress he’d picked out especially for her tonight. “It is, and you’re bein’ mean to me by mentioning it. We can’t here.” Even if the thought made her hot between her thighs, it was too risky.

“I know. We should go home so we can.” The man was trying to coax her and knew where to hit it where it hurt, but they’d barely been out with friends since establishing themselves as a couple.

“Not yet, I’m sorry.” The pout on her face made him forgive her, even if there was still a hint of bitterness over the fact. “They begged for us to come out and it’s only been two hours. One more and we can go home, okay?”

Harry answered with a grunt, hiding his face in her throat again while he resumed with his throat kisses. As much as he wanted to leave, he wanted to make her happy even more. The weakness was real when it came to his Butterfly. Even more so because she’d paused her social tendencies for him. “Okay. But you’re gonna have t’make it up to me big time as soon as we get home, okay?” He was plotting for sure. “An hour straight of making out, a little feel under the dress, maybe a little begging with that cute pout for me to take it off. You know how I like it.”

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daphwritesworld · 9 months ago

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Would you write for player x player x reader???

If so could I request a Leah x Alessia x Reader fic?? I feel like they'd be the perfect combination of strict and soft, so interchangeable too!

Leah x Teammate!Reader x Alessia

content: Top!Leah, Bottom!Reader, Top!Alessia, overprotective!Leah, peacekeeper!Lessi, strap on use (R receiving), pussy eating (R & Alessia receiving), nipple play, squirting, overstimulation

warnings: talk of passing out & being unconscious, little bit of Leah semi shouting but only bc she’s worried about you, Reader pushing herself too hard

synopsis: You push yourself too hard your first game back on the pitch. It’s a good thing you’ve got two extra worried girlfriends to remind you to properly rest.

word count: 2.8k

!! 18+ NO MINORS !!

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They warned you. Told you to be careful and not to push yourself at your first game back…but did you listen? Absolutely not. Why would you listen to them? The two people who care about you most. Why listen to them when you’ve got a thick skull and an even thicker will to do whatever the fuck you want.

Sure they’re just looking out for you, but your need to prove yourself to everyone in this stadium is overwhelming. And the need to prove it to yourself is suffocating. Like a pair of invisible hands around your throat— squeezing and squeezing the life out of you until you go out there and score.

So that’s exactly what you do. You get put in the last half of the game, fire coursing through your veins as you run out on the pitch. Your brows are furrowed as you stay focused, you see Leah in the midfield shooting the ball, and next thing you know it it’s coming right at you. You let the adrenaline take over, your brain realizing you’re blocked in.

So without hesitation you do the only thing you can think of— you kick the ball towards the goal. You don’t even turn around, too scared to see your failure play out in front of you. But the boos never come, a wave of cheers erupts within the stands as your teammates surround you as they scream words of encouragement towards you.

Alessia and Leah are the last to leave you, giving you quick forehead kisses with whispered “Good job, darling!” & “So so proud of you, love!” before they run back out to their positions on the pitch. The energy pumping through your veins is enough to drown out the dull ache in your head. You’re fine! You’ve been cleared to play, and you’re starting back on restricted time. At least that’s what you keep telling yourself. That’s what you tell yourself as the seconds tick down, your foot making contact with the ball as your vision starts cutting in and out. You can hear the cheers from the crowd and then all you see and hear is black.

You come to in the med room. Each of your girlfriends on either side of you as you slowly blink open your eyes. You groan out as you get use to the new light source— two heads snapping up as you do so. “How are you feeling, love?” It comes out so soft and pillowy light.

“Like she fucking pushed herself too hard, that’s how she’s feeling!” A less sweet voice cuts through the air. You dart your eyes down at the tone, eyes filling up with tears as your teeth bite down into your bottom lip. You really don’t want to break down in here, praying you can at least make it to the car. “I-I’m really sorry. Can we please just g-get in the car..then you can yell me all you want. Okay? I..I’m sorry,” you’re picking at your fingers as you say it.

Your body language is so drawn into yourself— you know you messed up. You’re shutting down right in front of them as you retreat into your own body for comfort. Leah lets out a sigh, her anger dissipating as she leans down to bring your eyes up to meet her’s. “I’m sorry, too. I was way too harsh, my love. I know you just wanted to play good, and you did. You scored us two goals, and the winning one with only seconds to spare…” her voice trails off as her eyes get a little more serious. “But then I had to watch you go down— again. No, we did. Me and Alessia. We had to stand by on the sidelines and watch a bunch of doctors work on your unconscious body as they hooked you up and wheeled you away. We were terrified, darling.”

You look up to meet her eyes, tears filling up in hers mirroring yours as the weight of everything finally hits you. She pulls you into a hug as you both let it out. Crying into each other as she caresses your back. Alessia stands up to lean into the embrace. A hand on the back of Leah’s head and the other one runs up and down your arm. She’s trying to be strong for the both you— take the brunt of the emotional tax. She can calmly kisses your foreheads and tells you both it’s gonna be okay. One of you has to hold together, and right now that’s Less. Like the glue you always say she is, she bonds you three on that small little medical table. Held together by nothing but sheer love and adoration.

“Come on lovies, let’s go get in the car,” she says it so soft, to not disturb the comfortable silence you’re all bathing in. She tugs you both a little, urging you to hop down. You untangle your arms as Leah helps you hobble off the uncomfortable table. Alessia walks up behind you both, a hoodie of hers ready to be put over your head. You lift your arms as she slides it on, planting a kiss to your cheek as she fixes the hood for you. They both lead you out of the building and into the chilling night air of London.

Alessia gets in the back with you, letting you snuggle up to her as Leah climbs into the drivers seat. It’s a short ride to your flat, thankfully being a home game this time round. You don’t even notice that the car’s stopped moving. Not until Leah’s opening the backseat and Less is rubbing your back as she coaxes you out of your sleepy daze. “Come on, love. Gotta get inside so you can eat.”

You sigh before leaving her warmth, climbing out of the car as they once again surround you, on either side as the guide you into your shared home. They set you on the couch before Leah settles down with you, letting you climb into her lap as you get comfy. You know she won’t be cooking, letting Alessia do all the work as she focuses on keeping you awake. That’s always how it ends up…well usually a little more R-Rated, but you don’t except her to want you after pushing her and yourself like you did today. You lean your head up to rest on hers— forehead to forehead as you speak so softly you’re not sure if she can even hear you, “I am really sorry, baby. I hope you’re not still mad at me.”

She lets out a deep sigh before tapping a finger on your cheek, you direct your gaze to hers already knowing the telltale sign. “I’m not mad at you, love. But you will be getting punished after dinner. I’ve already discussed with Less. No if, ands, or buts. She agrees you deserve a little lesson on pushing yourself, too hard. You understand?”

A smile pulls at the corner of your lips as you giggle a bit at the realization. “Yes ma’am, I understand.”

“Don’t look so happy to get punished. What are we gonna do with you, darling?”

Dinner pasts smoothly, all of you eating as you finish a new episode of the show you’re watching together. You lay there for a while after you’ve all finished, bellies full and end credits rolling across the screen. You almost forget about your fate upstairs, that is until they’re both sharing a look before turning to you. Trapping you in a corner to the couch with only them to turn to. “I’m gonna do the dishes, and by the time i’m upstairs you better be listening to Less’s every word. Are we clear?”

“Yes ma’am. We’re clear,” you swallow between words. Fire running through your veins for a whole new meaning now.

She backs away from you as she collects the dishes on the coffee table before you. Alessia starts guiding you up to your shared bedroom where you know you’ll be pulled apart and put back together. When Leah’s harsh and by the book, Alessia is lenient and bending rules for you. But don’t be fooled— they can switch at the drop of a dime, too. They fill in whatever roll they need to, anything to balance out exactly what you need.

You’re being laid down into the bed before you know it, Alessia pulling away the articles of stained clothing that separates your body from her. She’s being so sweet and gentle, kissing your naked body as it’s gifted to her sight. You swear you could fall asleep like this. That is until your other girlfriend comes into the room, laugh light on her breath as she walks closer to the edge of the bed. It sinks down as she climbs forward on it, stalking her way towards you. Like a predator and its prey. You lie still as you watch her with wide eyes, body cowering as you think of all the things she could do to you.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” She licks her lips as she says it. A dark color overtaking her irises as she keeps looking at your exposed body.

You listen, spreading them as far as you can before her, presenting yourself to her fully. You know you’re dripping wet— you can feel it. You’ve been able to feel it ever since you sat on her lap before dinner. She groans out at the sight of you. Her fingers pulling your pussy lips apart as your face flushes at the way she’s studying your cunt. Like she and Alessia haven’t had you like this too many times to count— their little personal fuck doll.

Leah can’t hold herself back before she’s sinking her mouth down onto your clit, sucking on your bundle of nerves as Alessia starts playing with your nipples. Her mouth switching between them as her hands hold yours down onto the sheets. Can’t have your pesky little hands pushing them away because you’re too drunk off their touch. You swear you can feel every nerve in your body responding as it jerks around, pleasure wrecking in through waves. They’re toying with the your most intimate parts in ways you haven’t felt in weeks. You’ve missed there touch so much— craved it even.

Leah’s tongue moves down to your hole as her fingers come to rub on your clit, her eyes never leaving your face. She loves tasting you like this— when you’re so helpless. Pinned down and shaking like a leaf, spread out for both your girlfriends’ enjoyment. She’s being so messy tonight it’s making your head spin. She’s shaking her head with her tongue held out, pulling back and spitting on your clit, and just straight up making out with your pussy. At this point it’s all for Leah’s pleasure. She’s eating you like this because she wants to, and who are you to deny her? It doesn’t take long for that familiar burn to start brewing in your belly. A fire starting that you can’t put out. “I-I’m gonna cum!”

“Go ahead. No ones stopping you, love.”

You look up at her in disbelief, thighs clenching as you hold back your orgasm. There’s no way she’s letting you cum after today..right? Your eyes are bouncing around as your brain scrambles.

“Y/N. It’s okay. Don’t worry this is still a punishment, you’ll see,” Leah says it as she rubs little shapes into your clit. Kissing your inner thigh before shoving her tongue back inside you, tongue fucking you at a rhythm you didn’t even know was possible. You’d have to remember to pamper her later— you know her jaw must be about to fall down off after this. “Cum for us, love,” this time it comes from Alessia as her tongue starts circling around your nipple, her wet fingertips mimicking her tongue’s pattern as it goes around your other bud.

Your vision starts to get blurred and you clench your thighs around Leah’s head— an ungodly noise ripping from your chest as you cum on her face. Cum painting her nose and cheeks as she moans into the liquid gold leaking out of you. Alessia’s running her hands up and down your arms, leaving little kisses on your face as she tells you what a “Good Girl,” you’re being.

You go to open your mouth, but get cut off by a whimper leaving your mouth. Your hips go to jerk away, but Leah holds them down. Tsking at you as she shakes her head with a smirk. “I told her this was still a punishment, didn’t I, Less?”

“Mhm. You sure did, Le,” Alessia says while straddling your head. Her fingers never leaving your sensitive clit as she keeps rubbing into it. They both share a laugh as they look down at you between Lessi’s thighs, your big wide eyes staring back up at them. “Be a good girl and make Less cum, baby.” Then she’s sinking down onto you, silencing you as she starts grinding down onto your face.

You get lost in the task— moaning up into her as your hips grind against the air. You’re not sure where Leah went, but you’re not too worried at the moment. Which is unfortunate…because if you were listening close enough you would’ve heard the bedside drawer opening and closing, or maybe the unmistakable sound of Le sliding on her favorite harness. Maybe then you wouldn’t be bright red with embarrassment— hiding your face between Alessia’s thighs from the way you squirt on just the tip of Leah’s strap. Making a defining silence take over the room as both girls stop their ministrations. She’d barely got it in before the liquid shot out and sprayed both her, Alessia, and the sheets below them. A loud high pitched moan breaking out of your chest and into Less’s cunt that had her cumming early all over your face as well.

You’re about to say something— defend your busting early, but Leah beats you to it. With the way her hips pull back and then slam down into your slick heat, “Someone’s missed my cock, huh, darling?” she’s making out with Less as she says it. You can’t tell if she’s talking to you or your other girlfriend, but it doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t be able to respond anyways with the way your brain is turning to mush. Less is still sat on your face— pussy wetter than ever as your tongue keeps exploring her.

You don’t know if you’d wanna respond anyways..Leah gets so cocky when she has a fake dick tied around her waist. Her mouth can be deadly in the best of ways when she knows she’s making you feel good with it. She’s had you cumming in minutes when she runs her mouth, telling you how much your pussy loves her, “Ohh look darling, she’s practically begging. Crying out for me isn’t she?”

That’s what she says when you’re wet— that your pussy is crying out for her. She can be the nastiest of talkers when she wants to be, talking straight to your pussy as she leans down to finger fuck you open to take her cock. She’s even shushed you before, “Shhh, baby! I’m not talking to you. I’m talking to your pussy.”

But Less is always there to balance it out, with kisses to your furrowed brow until the wrinkles there are gone and your relaxing back into the pleasure. Leah may love to tease you, but Less always knows when to reassure at the right times. The yin to Leah’s yang.

Before you know it, you’re cuming around her again— Alessia’s fingers still rubbing tight circles into your clit as you squirm away from her touch. Leah’s grabbing your hips as she starts fucking you faster, a new found energy to render you boneless. “I told you this was a punishment, love. You wanted to push yourself on the pitch? That’s fine. We’re gonna push your record for most orgasms in a night. Aren’t we Less?”

“Mhm, you’ve got four more to go, darling! Almost there,” She hops off your face as she plants a kiss to your lips. Disappearing behind you as their words sink in. Your arms go to Leah’s shoulders as she changes angles a bit, throwing one of your legs up over her shoulder. You don’t even notice the bed dip back down, or the buzzing sound infiltrating the air now…but you definitely feel the vibrations on your red, puffy clit. Sending tears to your eyes as your legs start to shake, screams and pleads skipping from your kiss swollen lips as you cum once more. Then Alessia’s leaning down— licking up the tears from cheeks before she presses a button on the wand vibrator..sending it up into a faster setting. Your nights truly only just beginning. Lord be with you.

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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 1 year ago

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candlelight 🕯️

hii it’s me again! congratulations on 1k!! i’ve thinking about this recently (a lot) because im seriously in my miguel ohara kick🥰

but can you do shy & nerdy reader with popular miguel who are dating?? he adores making her flustered and how shy she is.

he makes her ask for his help because he knows how badly she needs him? because she’s just so stressed out about school and stuff? as always if you’re not comfortable writing totally ignore this! this is my first time requesting smut so i don’t know if it’s silly or not! but if you write it i know you’ll do good by it bc ur such an amazing writer😌

-🎀

hiiii, thank you so much!! and thank you for requesting! ahhh, i'm so thrilled you asked for miguel; i was dying to write him and probably will more, especially if people want; i hope you like it! i hope i got enough of the request in here

pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader word count: 2.2k notes: modern au, established relationship, fluff, smut (i'm going to keep with marking where it gets smutty, though, bc it's like a full fluff fic before any smut, for those who only want the fluff; MDNI!) part of my 1k celebration!

for anyone who doesn’t speak spanish, i don't want translations to be annoying in the middle or for you to have to scroll to the end, so thought putting them here was best: mi amor / amor mío: my love / literally something like love of mine but works more like emphasis cariño: term of endearment kind of like dear, literally affection mami: another term of endearment, more often cheeky or sexier descansa: rest dime: tell me que maravilla: a joke from the movie, literally what a marvel / wonder, kind of like how wonderful or even just amazing hope i didn't miss any others

The phone buzzing beside you startles you almost completely out of your chair. Coffee makes you jumpy. An entire pot in one night makes you… suspect what you’d be like on cocaine. You’d thought you’d put it on silent. No phone till at least one paper is done, you’d told yourself. Finals had you reeling, and you were desperate to make some progress. When you grab your phone, you see a text from Miguel:

You take your headphones off, and sure enough, a moment later hear a knock at the door. You open it to a Miguel in loose sweatpants and hoodie, dark hair messy, gym bag slung over one shoulder. Even these clothes could do nothing to hide the impressive broadness of his shoulders.

“Hey, baby,” he says through a bright smile. He kisses your cheek and steps into the apartment. “I know you were trying to focus, but I was getting worried.” “Sorry, I had my headphones on; the neighbors were being too loud again, and I really needed to focus.” “No, not the waiting at your door, mi amor. I’m talking about all of… this,” he gestures wildly around the apartment then his gaze lands on you. “Those dishes were there when I was here days ago, and even though I’m pretty sure adding anything to that tower would topple it, you haven’t. When’s the last time you ate?” “I ha—“ you begin to retort, but he cuts you off. “And I mean real food.” You start again but just give up and shrug. “And you.” He steps close to you and frames your face with his hands. You lean into his touch as he caresses your face. “Baby, you know I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, right?” You blush and look down immediately.

It used to be worse, before you got together. When you were confused about his even noticing you, and instead he’d flirted with you. Even now that he was your boyfriend, it took very little from him to fluster you.

He can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He always does.

“Don’t you? My gorgeous,” he kisses one warm cheek, “gorgeous,” he kisses the other, “girl,” he gives your nose a concluding peck.

You nod shyly. “C’mon, cariño. Tell me,” he encourages, his tone still teasing but ever adoring. “I want to hear it." “I know you think I’m pretty,” you whisper. “Pretty? No, amor mío, I think flowers and bright colors are pretty; the ocean or a view of the mountains, too. But you, you are beauty personified.” “Miguel, stop,” you whisper through the smile you can’t help, hiding your face in his chest. He laughs lightly. His hand comes to your hair and scratches lovingly.

“I just wanted to make sure you knew that.” He gives your forehead a kiss. “Before I told you you look terrible, baby.” He starts laughing loudly and holds you closer into his hug when you smack his chest and try to pull away.

“That’s so mean!” gets muffled into his sweatshirt. “It’s not mean; it’s true. You’re still beautiful, but you need a break.” “I can’t, Miguel. I’m drowning in work still, and you know being sick last week really got me behind, and it feels like no matter how long I sit there, I’m no closer to finishing anything, and you’re right my apartment is falling apart, but every time I do something else I feel guilty for stalling on work, and, and —“

Before you can find another overwhelming thing to list, Miguel is hushing you and stroking your back in his warm embrace.

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” He sways you lightly then pulls back a bit to look into your eyes. His hands are caressing your face again, and his fingers brush lightly under your eyes, where you know there are dark circles, as he whispers, “You haven’t slept.” He sounds sad rather than accusatory.

“Okay,” he starts softly. “Look, I know how much you have on your plate, and I’m not telling you you’re wrong to be stressed. I get it. But you can’t get it done like this, running on fumes and caffeine. How about this? I’m going to help you relax tonight, you’re going to forget about everything you have to do, you’re going to sleep well, and then tomorrow morning you’ll get back to it all.” “I’m fine, really. You don’t need to worry about me. And I’ll rest after finals.” Just then a car horn blares near your window, making you jump cartoonishly. “Yeah, you seem totally fine,” Miguel deadpans teasingly. “There’s nothing wrong with taking some time, Y/N… And accepting a little a help, okay?”

You nod lightly. “Great,” he gives you a quick peck and moves toward your kitchen, hunting around your barren fridge and cabinets. “Here’s the game plan then. You are going to put on your favorite playlist then go take a warm shower for as long as you like. Your kitchen is as empty as your stomach, so I am going to run down the street to pick up some empanadas then I’ll work on cleaning up this war zone a little bit when I get back.”

“You don’t have to clean.” “Stop fighting me,” he tsks. “Besides you know I don’t mind cleaning. I’m glad I’m not hearing complaints about the food at least,” he laughs. “I love empanadas,” you whisper defeatedly. He cackles. “Who doesn’t?” He kisses you as he moves past you toward the door. “Be back soon. No working! I expect you in the shower when I get back.” You quirk an eyebrow teasingly at him. You were still too shy to say anything teasing, but he’d been working you out of your shell during your time together. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t really like that aspect of being with Miguel.

His eyebrows mimic yours, and he chuckles lowly. “Don’t give me that look, mami, or you’re not getting me out the door, and you’ll miss out on the empanadas.”

You pull the neck of your shirt up to cover your face, making him laugh. You hear him bound back over to you from the door. He pulls your shirt back down, gives you a short but intense kiss, then heads out.

Miguel is back before you know it. You are in fact in the shower when you hear him return. You’re already rinsing, but you linger a little longer, enjoying the feeling of the warm water easing the stresses off your tense body.

When you leave your room to join him again, you’re immediately hit with the delicious smell of food. You see it resting on the counter and find Miguel washing your dishes.

You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his firm torso, resting your head on his back. “Hola, cariño,” he coos. “I’m almost done.” You nod into him, humming.

When he finishes up, he turns in your arms, bringing his own large ones around you. He leans down and kisses you softly. “Hungry?”

You nod enthusiastically, and he chuckles.

You opt to eat on the sofa, getting comfy. Miguel does most of the talking. Between how tired and how hungry you are, you don’t have the energy or available mouth to talk much. He doesn’t seem to mind, happy to regale you with his silly stories.

When you finish, Miguel cleans up, holding you down and giving you a faux menacing look when you try to get up to help.

When he comes back, he settles much closer to you than he had been before. You relish his warmth, physical and emotional, and lean into him.

“Turn around,” he whispers.

“Hm?” “Like this.” He adjusts your body so you’re facing away from him and starts massaging your shoulders. You hadn’t realized just how tense you were until the amazing feeling of its being relieved somewhat.

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“Miguel,” you exhale approvingly, earning a chuckle.

“I like it when you say my name like that.” He leans in and whispers into your ear, his breath tickling the back of your neck deliciously, “Reminds me of other times you end up whining my name.”

It’s shocking how quickly he works you up. You turn to look at him, and when you do, his expression shifts from teasing to intrigued.

“Oh?” he asks. He smirks. “I know that look.” He leans in and kisses your neck sloppily, and you whimper. You’re embarrassed at the sound, but he seems to like it. You feel him smile against the skin under your jaw. “I’m more than happy to give you what you want, but I need to know what that is to give it to you.” His voice is much lower but just as mischievous.

“Miguel,” you complain. “Dime, mi amor.”

“I —“ Any other words get caught in your throat. Your throat he’s busy sucking on.

“Please, baby. C’mon, I know you can. Tell me what you want.” He runs his teeth along your neck like he knows you like. You often joke he feels like he has fangs when he does. “I want you,” you tell him.

“Yeah?” “Mhm…”

“I’m yours, mami. How do you want me?”

“I want you to make me feel good.” “Oh, I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you feel so, so good.” He punctuates his words with kisses, working his way up your neck, your jaw, your mouth. “Tell me how,” he whispers, and you feel his lips grazing yours with each word.

You want to relax, and you know exactly what relaxes you the most. “I want you to eat me out.”

His eyebrows jump in surprise. Such directness was unlike you. Your exhaustion was probably weakening your filter, and the way he was already making you feel certainly wasn’t helping it. You almost get shy about it, but when you see just how dark his eyes have gotten, see his Adam’s apple bob and his bottom lip come between his teeth, you keep yourself from shrinking away. He nods slowly, staring deeply into your eyes, then kisses you hard. “Get naked,” he says gruffly.

Already starting to do as he says, you weakly whisper, “You too?” He chuckles lightly but obliges quickly.

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to seeing him like this. He’s so beautiful. His broad chest and toned abs; his caramel skin and dark hair.

You look back at his face and find he’s noticed you staring at his body. He’s so confident, you think he’s going to tease you about it. Instead, with an adoring smile, he tells you, “That’s how I feel when I see you, too.” You lean up and kiss him, pouring all the emotions you can’t articulate in words into it.

Without disconnecting your lips, his body guides yours back down until you’re completely prone. He keeps kissing you until you’re breathless, lovingly attends to your neck and down your chest. He lingers there, his tongue making you arch your back, pushing your body up into the sensations he’s delivering. He sucks harder at your visceral reaction then hotly finishes his path down, his face now aligned between your thighs.

He looks at you intently and whispers, “Que maravilla.”

He looks up at you, eyes black storms you lose yourself in as his mouth connects with your body.

From your delightful vantage point, you watch his muscular shoulders contort as he moves to pleasure you. He looks like he’s thoroughly enjoying it, and seeing him so into it gives you confidence. You start subtly moving your hips in rhythm with his motions. His hands tighten where they hold your thighs, and, mortified, you interpret this as his telling you to stay still, so you do.

Then Miguel shakes his head hard — the vibrations of which shoot shocking pleasure into you — and he pants, “Keep doing that. Show me how you want it.” His strong grip pushes and pulls you in a movement close to what you were just doing. You take over and move faster. He’s nodding now, and the shake of it has your thighs shaking on either side of his head.

You’re making loud whimpering sounds when you yell, “Mi — ahh — Migueeell.” He doubles his efforts, picking up his pace and pressing hard against you. You come on his face, and he looks feral as he eats you through it. When you’re done, he licks up your entire slit before shuffling his body back over yours. You’re chest to chest, and his hand comes up to stroke your head. “Good?”

Your cheeks warm, and you nod shyly. He giggles and gives you a peck. “You’re adorable, mi amor.”

Your legs feel delightfully like jelly as you move them, wrapping them around his waist. He hums approvingly and gives one thigh a tight squeeze, pulling it impossibly closer to his body. He begins stroking it as he kisses you lazily. Your hands entwine in his thick hair, stroke his strong back, hold him close.

When he shifts his weight slightly on top of you, you notice his hardness against your body.

“You want me to…” you whisper, thrusting your hips up into his in place of words.

“Uh-uh, maybe in a little bit, baby, but for right now, I just want you to relax.”

He continues kisses you languidly, enveloping you in his body heat, and as you close your eyes and melt into the sensations, you’re sure you’re going to have no trouble sleeping soundly tonight.

#miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel ohara imagine #miguel ohara fluff #miguel ohara smut #miguel ohara fanfiction #across the spiderverse #1k celebration #ria1k

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amymbona · 1 year ago

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stanford!artrick cuddling, comforting, and babying reader after she runs into their dorm crying bc her date stood her up and she looked so pretty :( -🍄

AWWW :( you're so pretty in your little floral dress, teary-eyed and pouty, looking like a little bundle of distress at the doorframe of their dorm. They instantly take you into their arms and hold you like you're the most delicate piece of porcelain that could shatter if anyone dared to treat you harshly.

"Look at you, so cute in that dress."

"You look like a princess."

"Such a pretty girl."

"Don't cry for that idiot, sweetheart."

"Just breathe, baby, you'll be okay."

"It's okay, we've got you."

They're showering you with compliments, Art's - whose chest you're resting on - running a hand though your neatly curled hair, while Patrick keeps rubbing your back and bum, hoping to ease your distress with his ticklish touch. But tonight, you're having none of it.

"I'm so stupid. He didn't even like me."

It breaks their hearts to see you like this, but some unspoken satisfaction is hanging between the boys as they exchange a quick glance. At least there one less boy they need to compete with to earn your love.

"Nonsense," Art mutters, lifting your head with a gentle touch of his palm. God, even now when you're crying, you look so adorable with your pink cheeks and puffy lips. "Look at me, c'mon, you're not stupid. But he is."

"Yeah," Patrick agrees from behind you, pressing a small kiss to your shoulder, a cheeky smile on his face. "What kind of guy he is to dump such a gorgeous girl?"

Apparently, this particular's guy rejection was enough to completely erase your confidence, as a new set of tears gathers in your eyes and you bury your face back in Art's shirt. "Shut up, 'm not gorgeous."

"Bullshit," Patrick's hiss in your ear is accompanied by a squeeze or your ass and a gaze sent towards his blonde best friend. He's always been better with words, better at comforting people.

"Right. You're the prettiest - no - the best, most stunning girl we know, really," he attempts to encourage you.

"Then why does nobody wanna date me?" you imply with a small peep, sniffling as you realise the harsh truth. Nobody wants to date you, nobody's interested enough in you. But you couldn't be more wrong.

We would, they both think, as it their minds once again work in sync. They would, oh the would, they'd like nothing more, actually. Oh, if you only knee how many moments the boys have spent just admiring your beautiful face, watching you from afar and just taking you all in, wishing you were theirs. It's such a shame you always choose the biggest douchebags to be interested in.

"We could take you out," Patrick proposes almost way too casually.

With a sniffle, you lift your head off of Art's chest, wiping the snot away from your nose. Your distressed expression is met with Patrick's smug smirk, knowing he finally managed to push you somewhere. "What?"

"Don't act like you didn't hear me," he rolls his eyes, shuffling to lay more on top of you and squeezing you between Art and himself. "We'll take you out - to the cinema, or some club, or a fancy dinner - a proper date. Just say the word."

Your gaze flicks between both of the boys, eyebrows knitting in confusion when Art nods, now rubbing your shoulder in encouragement. But that's too silly, they're literally your best friends - they're like your brothers - wouldn't it be strange to go on a date with them?

"That's- that's too silly," you murmur with a small shake of your head.

"You're silly," Patrick counters softly. In such a tender gesture, so unusual of himself, he reaches out to wipe the dripping smudges of mascara from your cheeks, his touch as soft as a caress of a cloud, "But you're also a cute, amazing girl. Our cute amazing girl."

"And you deserve to be taken out on the best of dates," Art chimes in with his characteristically positive tone and kisses the top of your head.

But you're still unsure. "I dunno. Wouldn't it be, y'know, weird?"

"Weird?" Art laughs, "Who do you think we are, darling?"

Patrick nods, poking your nose, "Just give is a chance, hm? We'll make you feel like a princess total. Promise."

Art agrees, "Yeah, promise."

#🍄 anon #challengers #patrick zweig #patrick zweig x reader #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #ask

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eddieisashifter · 1 year ago

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what it's like dating percabeth

because I need to brag about my loves <3

Percy Jackson

The definition of a skater boy, he's so silly

he loves physical affections just as much as I do.

I swear, we're always holding each other's hand, and if we're sitting together anywhere, you'll find us in each others' laps

he's working on helping me get over my thalassophobia. It's going terribly.

but, we do swim together in the lake, sometimes at midnight when we can't sleep

Dates to the aquarium, skatepark, to-go coffee as we walk around downtown nyc, and rock concerts. He loves to go out and do stuff. Always on the move, flowing from one thing to the next like water.

he also loves to go thrifting with me, especially in my small hometown

I swear this man does not breath. When he kisses, I feel like I'm gonna pass out from light-headedness (not that I'm complaining ehehe)

He loves graphic novels and comics because of his dyslexia, since he still likes to read. I've taken him to the comic shop several times and bought him some (spider-man is his favorite)

He loves jewelry too. He has a few layered necklaces on all the time (including his camp one with a trident on it, one that says 'seaweed brain' from annabeth, and a locket with pictures of me and annie inside from me)

bracelets are his favorite though. he's stolen some of my spiked leather cuffs and annabeth's charm bracelet. But he's also got a few from thrifting and gifts from us

he also keeps hair ties on his wrists so he can give one whenever me or annabeth need one (or estelle when her hair grows out)

He loves cheesy pet names, and he's made a few personal ones for me (and for Annie!) But his favorites for me are: ghostie, darling, babe, azzy, and sweetheart

He's got really bad self-esteem though, we do our best to encourage him whenever we can bc he's so amazing he just doesn't see it :(

Annabeth Chase

I love this girl sm it's not even funny

Dates to the library/bookstore, coffee shops to play board games, small business shops in my small hometown, baking (she helps me bc i'm scared of the oven :,)

I swear to gods this girl can play chess.

Like I thought I knew how to play, but she's literally the daughter of the goddess of strategy I stand no chance

It's okay though, she'll say "checkmate" and kiss me on the nose and it makes it all worth it

We'll annotate each other's favorite books (in Greek bc it's easier for us both) and exchange them <333

hers are neat and actually interesting comments about the book while mine look like a wattpad comment section

When I'm not taking care of myself properly she'll use that commanding tone to make me do shit (like eating or drinking water) and I immediately melt

She doesn't hesitate to tease me about it either, usually using words of praise, which makes my blushing ten times worse

Her and Percy make bets to see who can make me blush first and they're wicked competitive about it. She likes to whisper in my ear in public and watch me try not to make a fool out of myself.

When she wants to lead me somewhere she'll hook her finger on my choker/collar and drag me along

We'll sit in bed reading together. She'll be sitting up straight and I'll have my head in her lap usually.

She isn't big on pda like Percy is, but she gives little kisses and touches when people aren't paying that much attention.

I'm so whipped for them it's not even funny

#okay now I need to go shift #pjo disaster polycule ~ eddie annabeth and percy #percy jackson shifting #percy jackson dr #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #annabeth chase x reader #percy jackson #annabeth chase #self ship #pjo self ship #pjo dr #pjo shifter

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emry-stars-oc · 12 days ago

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Hey Emry! Could I ask some questions about Quinton? Why is he underweight?! And why does he want to try on beautiful gowns? I remember there being a drawing (i think?) or post (?) where Q told Bo that he's not his hudband. And i think it was bc of the male word? So is there a gender thing going on? Or what's going on with Q?! Could you just ramble about him, I am very intrigued by him and love hearing about your ocs! Sending you good vibes and strength!

Codyyyyy you got me monologuingggg 💕✨ thank u for the ask ilysm. Gonna preemptively put it all under a cut bc I probably will ramble for a bit and also bc spoilers/character analysis

OKAY. so in vague ways it kinda ties together? I'll try to keep it slightly briefer (this is a second draft lmaoo) but there is a gender thing going on! Quinton just doesn't always want to bother with it, as far as the public is concerned he is totally cis. The underweight thing is actually a hold over from his og og design, way back when I was in high school and creating him and Bo at the cafeteria table "backstage" during drama rehearsals. I just accidentally gave him more reasons to have it rather than less in this new iteration.

Quinton actually has an unspecified eating disorder :( I don't know when or how exactly it started but I Do know it's a mix of body dysmorphia and Q seeking control when he feels like so much of his life is out of his control.

One of the biggest issues started when Q grew old enough that he really started being compared to his dad, specifically because Q does not like his dad. Unfortunately he also looks a lot like his dad - same natural build, same bone structure, etc. so the comparisons happen A LOT. It sort of poisoned Q's relationship with masculinity? He didn't/doesn't mind it as a concept, but he hates that the masculinity he's associated with is the unhealthy type that his dad now embodies. (And to be clear. Q's always been vaguely disconnected from gender as a concept in the first place, this is just the difference between being neutral about it and it becoming uncomfortable.) Then as we know, body dysmorphia is a bitch and Q's perception of himself is pretty warped at this point - he sees himself as bigger, more masculine, more like his father than he actually is, which makes him try to avoid it more, which. Vicious cycle. It takes a long time for Q to recognize there's a problem and to let himself accept help, but thankfully Bo and Estes (among many others) are there ready to support him in his healing arc 🙏

As for his gender specifically?? I don't know if I or Quinton could say ngl 😂 he doesn't even consider himself nonbinary or anything, he just shows some feminine mannerisms and has a couple pieces of women's loungewear and doesn't want to use a couple certain words. The rest is kinda whatever. If the public assumes he's Normal Cis that's fine with him

Secondly THANK U for remembering that little post about them omgg that's very encouraging to hear 🥹😅 yes it is the masculine language that Q doesn't like, just in a different way than is on the paper! I'll try to explain it lmao

So. Q's language is actually half manually constructed bc it was first created to bridge the language divide between two groups of people. That means it's very simple and easy to learn compared to other languages and their vocab covers more concepts per word. One such concept is gender! They kinda just use one pronoun for everyone by default, and they're creating new pronouns for affirming purposes, but it's a slow natural process and the gendered pronouns are more of an opt-in than opt-out. HOWEVER. Bo's language is pretty complicated and there are MULTIPLE pronouns, so when Bo, Betony, and Ambrose show up and are learning the language, there's a bit of a misunderstanding and they'll use gendered language on the regular instead of just when asked. Usually it's not a problem, most people see it as a little quirk of theirs and don't mind. When Bo keeps "he/him Mr Man"ing Q in a way that feels excessive though, Q gets kinda fed up with it. (And actually. I should post an update on that exchange bc the characterization is out of date for Q and it would be more of an argument than the OG post rip.) Q doesn't like to have the same distant relation of assumption with his close friends/family/etc that he has with the public - it makes him feel better to have just a few preferences acknowledged, to know they see him a little better.

But to translate it? Since Q's not asking for neutral pronouns, he's asking for default pronouns, in English he'd still want to be called "he/him". He just doesn't like titles like dad/king/husband specifically all titles he grew up associating with his father but he won't put that into words. So yeah he can still be handsome, but he'd be Bo's handsome spouse rather than husband 💕

As for the dresses thing. Just because he doesn't wear the extra floofy gowns in canon doesn't mean he wouldn't enjoy them and I have EXECUTIVE POWER to make it happen and to encourage others to do the same 😂 and doesn't he look so nice in pretty gowns 😌

#I double checked for typos so if you see anything that's wrong but doesn't interfere with comprehension of the post #no you didn't 💕#uhh YEAH TY CODY. thank you also for the good vibes and strength 💕💕#I hope Q's secret workings are half as interesting as you thought 😂#my art #original character #oc art #west facing #quinton bell #character analysis #digital #ed mention #asks

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lullambre · 6 months ago

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okay, not to burst some bubbles, but i do LOVE ls!kazam.. i just know it would never work out? like i love the idea of kazam... like... okay, so kazam will never be a healthy thing until kaboodle understands herself or understands how to healthily manage her feelings in regards to her lack of ... guidance? all she has is karmas law to guide her morals and actions, but that's a thing she keeps separated from her "true" self. like some omnipotent thing she can't control (she can) [more below cut... this is a YAP fest now]

and on top of that, her mistreatment (intentional or not) of zam, and even other people around her is so? like okay, lets not get upset she killed a naked jepexx, lets not be stupid, the same thing has happened to her before so she just thinks its a thing that happens, its not right but i'll defend her there.

but her interpersonal relationships really bum me out? i think lskab is vv capable of learning, and her parallel of s4 zam w eclipsefed and zam taking that role for her... like zam grew, and so could they but for now? It's understandable why people dont like lskab, because we dont even know who lskab is... like? what does she stand for? what are her morals? she could say it's karmas law and keeping the server going, but is it?

take for example, mawn. zam and kab both love spawn and want preserve it, constantly rebuilding the homes and builds there, but when mawn came around, while yes zam left bcs he didnt wanna fight mapicc, another reason is bcs zam acknowledged people LIKED mawn. they ENJOYED not dying every time they went to mawn. and zam was unwilling to take that from the server

meanwhile, kab wants to keep spawn active, so she created her own, one that actively rivals mawn not just in name but in status, in activity, in function. and she seems to behave so naively about it? she thinks no one will blow it up, but manepear isn't the only one with access to tnt, and sure, re:spawn is above mawn, but it's the same chunks? if the stone and caves below mawn are still mawn, if zams Island is still mawn, then surely, so is re:spawn? i feel like.. this wasn't thought through very well... and beyond that, it's the fact that kab keeps going, "No one, person should own spawn," but mawn belongs to flame AND mapicc... and to a certain extent? even spoke and jepexx

It's just idk... lskab doesn't think through things vv well because she has a certain belief of how people act, and she thinks they wouldn't defy their expectations. meanwhile, zam is someone who thinks and overthinks every action every word, every look he gives up. its to the point that he gives people the bod because he KNOWS them, while lskab decides to trust immediately and then despise... kab is so .... genuinely interesting?

like i get so annoyed w lskabs mischaracterizations sometimes, but i love that? its so human to expect someone to behave one way and be shocked when they dont. even though i do think lskab and zam could def learn from one another, lskab holds a refreshing pov (being a new player and encouraging zam to build a place for himself [i think?!]) and zam holds very wise advice (for a new player whos going a similar path, zam is a very reliable person rn and a very loyal one too, beyond his paranoia), idk i just think they could be an awesome duo and even though theyre super toxic and fit like a dog and a cat, kazam is vv interesting and i hate that people just dont want to talk about it...

like you either hate lskab or love her, and im like... can we acknowledge her flaws and their misguided nature while also seeing her strengths and kindness and love?? i am talking abt lstwt btw,,, vv scary rn... anyways.. shoutout kazam, i hope they go to prom together and have another falling out bcs, lskab reminds zam why he is so uncomfortable around them!

or ideally, in a perfect world shaped in my image, zam and planet go together since bacon won't take planet.... dandelion duo COME BACK PLEASEEEEEE

#lifesteal spoilers #lifesteal smp #kazam #i miss lskazam #i want princezam to suffer #she really deserves it lowk...#not the suffering but to act on it #yay!#lullaby.lssmp

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midmourn · 2 years ago

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enough for you

title enough for you

pairing mark lee x gender neutral!reader

summary you wanted to be enough for mark, but no matter what you did, you weren't.

warnings angst

word count 1,669

author's note I'M SO SORRYYYY it kills me to write the boys like this pls. as usual, let me know what you think bc it encourages me to continue writing!! reposting from my old blog

"Mark!" You surprised him, showing up at his side as he was busy on his phone, his locker open in front of him. He jumped in surprise, turning his eyes to look wide-eyed at you, and you giggled, "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you like that."

"It's fine," Mark dismissed, turning back to his phone without another word and you swallowed, refraining from frowning. Glancing around, you saw no one else was close enough to hear the two of you talk or were rather busy with their own conversations.

"Um," you spoke up, bringing his attention back to you half-heartedly, "I did my makeup earlier, do— do you like it?"

Mark's eyes roamed your face, mouth forming into a 'O' as you fought to keep a blush off your face, "Ah, sorry, Y/N, I'm— I'm not really good at compliments."

"Oh," you forced a giggle, blinking at him, "That's fine!" When he didn't say anything else, only grabbing a textbook from his locker and shutting it, you swallowed. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. He could've at least tried. "Um, what class do you have next?"

"Psych," he murmured, "It's on the other side of the building, so I'll see you later. Bye, Y/N." He didn't raise his head from his phone as he walked away, either ignoring or not hearing your calls for him.

"Mark!" You sighed, lowering your head, "My class is right next to Psych, too ..."

"Mark! I got you coffee," you beamed at him, holding out the Starbucks cup for him and his eyebrows rose in surprise, head tilting to the side as he shut his locker.

"Oh? Is it—"

"Americano!" You cut him off, still smiling as he made a noise of surprise and took the coffee from your hands, taking a sip of the drink.

"Oh, thanks, Y/N," he smiled briefly at you before turning around and walking away. Your face dropped, brows furrowing as you watched him walk away from you and up the stairs, clapping one of his friends on the shoulder as they joined him.

"Your boyfriend's an asshole," Yeri crossed her arms over her chest as she showed up by your side, making you jump in surprise.

"Damn, Yeri, sneak up on me, why don't you?" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back on the lockers. "I don't— I just don't understand. He wasn't like this before and then as soon as we started actually dating, he did this!"

"He's an asshole," she shrugged, "Simple as that. Drop his ass."

"I can't do that!" You looked at her with wide eyes, "I did so much just to get his attention, like— like reading those damn self-help books just so I could know what the hell he was talking about. If I broke up with him, it'd be over nothing!"

"Mark Lee doesn't deserve your attention," Yeri put her hands on your shoulders, looking you dead in the eye. "OK? There are so much better people out there for you, Y/N Y/L/N. They will deserve your attention because they'll love you for you."

You frowned at her, "I want that to be Mark Lee, though."

Yeri sighed, stepping back, "I know. But— seriously, think about it and don't just shrug it off like you've been doing. I've got to get to class, see you." With a wave, the two of you part and you frown to yourself as you stare down at the tiles of the floor. Was Yeri right? But you had done so much just for Mark to even notice you, and he was so sweet before you two officially got together— what if he was just going through something and didn't know how to tell you?

You shake your head as the bell rang, you wouldn't break up with him. You'd just have to try harder.

Yet even as you tried harder, wearing the brightest, outstanding makeup you could, getting him his coffee in the morning despite the long lines at Starbucks in the morning, sending him lyrics of his favorite songs, or even just trying to contribute to his rambles about his studies— Nothing happened. No kiss, no compliments, no hug, no holding hands, and most importantly— not telling you what was going on!

When he wasn't rambling on about his classes, he was busy on his phone— assumingly texting someone but you never asked, knowing it could've possibly been a family member or just as important. You'd sit by his side at the library as he studied, keeping quiet besides when he'd get frustrated and you'd whisper kind encouragements. You weren't sure if they worked, though, because sometimes, he'd end up collecting his stuff and walking out of the library.

Sighing, you fell back onto your bed with your phone in your hands, Instagram pulled up. Going to the search bar, you hesitated for one second before typing familiar names. The first one was Kang Mina, one of Mark's ex-girlfriends from last year. She was a cheerleader, and quite pretty. You didn't know what they broke up for, but you knew she was his first girlfriend— probably his first everything, too. A frown was placed on your lips as you went to the next girl, Song Hayoung. Hayoung was in the year above the two of you, but you also knew Mark tried really hard to get her attention, for her to even look his way— just like you did ...

At the realization, you hummed before placing your phone facedown on your bed. You tried to remember what else you could remember about their relationship, but you couldn't. Not like you had any time to, either, because your phone started ringing. You flipped it over to see that Mark was calling you and your face brightened up, forcing yourself into a sitting position.

You breathed in and out, "It's OK, just a call." You exhaled one more time before accepting his call, bringing the phone up to your ear and trying your best not to sound so excited, "Hello?" You winced, hearing the high pitched voice on your end.

"Y/N, hey," Mark mumbled and you frowned, hearing the tone in his voice but before you could say anything else, he rushed out, "I want to break up."

The call was silent on both ends for a few seconds. Your heart immediately dropped to your stomach when he said that, your fist clenching around a plushie you had on your bed for comfort as you stared unseeingly at your wall. His voice sounded hesitant when he said your name again, "Y/N?"

"Why?" You swallowed, thankful your voice didn't break with that one word. Not that it mattered, your eyes were already filling with tears, and you were sure it'd be heard the next time you spoke. The first tear fell, and then the others followed in suit.

Mark cleared his throat, "I just— it's not you, really, but I just don't think we're right for each other, you know?" You didn't say anything and he sighed, "I'm really sorry, Y/N. Maybe we can still be—" You didn't let him finish, ending the call abruptly before the first sob ripped through your throat. You hunched over your plushie, holding it to your chest as you started crying louder. Your chest ached with each cry that came out of your mouth, feeling as if someone was holding your heart in their hand and slowly crushing it.

"Y/N?" Your mom didn't even knock, opening the door to your room. You couldn't see her, but from the silence on her end, you knew she was trying to register what she was seeing. "Oh, baby." The simple word had another sob leaving your mouth and a second later, the other side of your bed dipped as she pulled you into her body. Her hand immediately started smoothing out your hair in comfort, "It's alright, it's OK."

"No, it's not!" You hiccuped, feeling more tears escape your eyes as you shook your head, "Mark— Mark ..."

You didn't have to finish your sentence for her to know what was going on, already knowing what you had been doing the past few weeks for the stupid boy. She merely clenched her jaw and started whispering comforting things to you, pulling you more into her chest. It took a few minutes to get you to calm down, but all she had to mention was throwing up and you tried your best to calm yourself down. If there was anything you hated, it was throwing up.

"There," she sighed, pressing a kiss to your head as she wiped your tears away with her sleeve. "Now ... Mark, he broke up with you?" Your bottom lip trembled before you nodded, pressing the side of your head into her shoulder. "Oh, baby ..." She sighed again, "There's always going to be someone better out there for you."

"I know," you mumbled, voice cracking as you recognized the same words Yeri said to you a few days ago, "I just wanted it to be him."

"We all have those people," she frowned, pressing another kiss to your head.

"I should've seen it coming, mom," you sighed, feeling a tear slip from your eye that she immediately wiped away for you, "As soon as we got together, he wasn't the same. It's like— like no matter what I did, I wouldn't be enough for him. And I tried so hard."

"I know you did, baby," she rested her cheek against the top of your head, feeling her own anger rise in her chest for how heartbroken you sounded. "One day, you'll be everything to someone else. They'll love you for you, and you won't have to try so hard to be enough, because just being you will be enough."

"Are you sure?" You mumble into her shoulder.

"You might not see it now, but you will," she rubbed your side. "You'll be enough for them."

sour masterlist. main masterlist.

#k-films #mark lee #mark lee imagines #mark lee angst #mark #nct #nct imagines #nct dream #nct dream imagines #nct reactions #nct fake texts #nct angst #kpop angst #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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numberonetacostan · 8 months ago

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polycule anon is back i have more thoughts (just gonna use ✨ as a sort of tag so you know it’s me lmao)

i have more hcs:

- more tacomic centered but i could totally see mic fidgeting via doing taco’s hair in tiny little braids. not only bc it’s cute but also bc i think taco really likes having her hair played with for some reason. just thinking about them watching a movie together with taco leaning against mic while mic braids and unbraids her hair to keep her hands busy

- i love the nest hc that i’ve seen on this blog as well and i think it’d be 10x more fun with the polycule. girl is stealing all of their clothes and there’s nothing they can do to stop her. she is such a little thief

- again related to a hc mentioned on this blog: taco hoarding stuff. she totally steals random little trinkets from everyone in the polycule (provided they’re not important to them bc she would never upset them like that) and stashes it away in one of her little hiding spots that nobody else can fit in. sometimes just to mess with them she’ll return it to the exact same spot she found it in days or weeks later. mepad is 100% sure it’s her but just lets her keep doing it since it’s not harming anyone

- just. all the little passing touches between them all. hand holding, little kisses when they’re saying hello or goodbye, etc. i personally think taco is really sensitive to touch bc it’s just been so long, so she reacts a lot better to random light touches than sudden hugs or smth. in turn she’d probably act the same with everyone else since it’s what she’s comfortable with. so just. constant little passing touches whenever they see each other

- i love the wingman idea you mentioned so much. i think it’d be extra funny if mepad was completely aware that taco liked him but knew she needed to take her time sorting it out and all. he’d probably wait for her to come to him unless it becomes increasingly obvious that she won’t and he has to do something or she’s just going to be constantly trying to awkwardly flirt with him but never going any further

- give me taco and toilet bonding over the fact that they both messed up so much but still have people that care about them and want to help them. they are genuinely so similar to each other it drives me insane

- mepad is so sweet with all of them even before they get together. he’s always willing to help comfort any of them and is the first to offer up encouragement or kind words. i think he’d also be the first to say how proud he is of them when they do something they’ve struggled with in the past (ex. mic standing up for herself, she’s def gotten better about it but i’m sure she still struggles at times; taco actually communicating properly and being more open about her emotions; i don’t have a example for toilet tbh i tried coming up with one and just couldn’t)

- related to the above, mepad definitely has to help mediate when taco and mic have issues in their relationship. they both tend to fall back into their own patterns which is not healthy and only really causes problems. he notices them start to avoid each other a bit and sits them both down to talk out what happened and why they’re both upset. it helps when he knows enough about taco to figure out what she may have done even if she won’t say it

Hi Sparkle!!!!!!!!!^^ happy to have you back, and thank you for submitting more of the polycule of all time!!!!!!! XD

Awwwww hewjjwhw!!!! I imagine that after all the time in the woods, Taco is really really happy to be able to have clean hair again!!!!!! So getting it played with like this would make her so happy!!! No more oily, matted hair, only soft happy braidable hair!!!!! And Mic would love love to touch it!!!!!!^^

LITTLE THIEF!!!!!!!!!!^^ yay!!!! I'm so glad you like my hc!!!!!! :D omg she would steal clothes from all of them and just!! Revel in how safe and warm she feels with something of theirs surrounding her!!!!! Mepad's stuff would be so massive compared to her it's so cute <3 <3

Omg little thief part 2!!!!!!!! She can take little knick-knacks of theirs and keep them in her shell too!!!!!!! Just something little from each of them so she always has her partners with her, in a way. Mepad would find it very cute <3!!!!!

YES YES YES!!!!! She would be so sensitive to touch after the homeless era!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They would be so sweet and patient with her, letting her take the lead in a case-by-case basis. Some days Taco maybe want to snuggle for hours, and some she doesn't want to be touched at all!!! And that's perfectly okay and they never touch her without knowing she'll be okay with it!!!!!^^

OMGA Mepad knows and is totally chill and just gonna let her figure things out for herself and even though he reciprocates he wants to give her that space aaaaaaaaaa I love Mepad so much. I also think he would be a better wingman than Mic, but only because he's subtle about it. Mic is not.

TOICO PARALLELS DID SOMEONE SAY TOICO PARALLELS BOTH WHO HAVE MADE SO MANY MISTAKES AND ARE CONSTANTLY TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR THEM AND DO WELL. WHO HAD MEPAD AS THE ONE PERSON WILLING TO BELIEVE THEY WERE MORE THAN THOSE MISTAKES??? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I am #1 toico supporter in any dynamic they can be platonic romantic anywhere in between and i love them

OUGH AUGH GAH MEPAD BEING THE SUPPORTIVE KING HE IS. HE IS SO SO PROUD OF ALL OF THEM. *gently taps mepad because I would NEVER slap him* this bad boy can fit so much love inside him. Guh I'm so sorry most of this is just me gushing over what you've said rather than giving an actual response.

Oh yeah he would absolutely be the mediator for them. He's an excellent mediator anyways, and for Taco and Mic he'd have such a solid understand of both of them he'd really be able to help them work it out. Toilet tried once when Mepad was taking a well-deserved Me-day and. Well nothing actually got resolved but it did dissolve into chaos that left them all laughing so hard that Taco and Mic forgot what they were upset about. Thank you, Toilet <3.

#inanimate insanity #taco ii #ii taco #loomy's answers #inanimate insanity hc #ii mic #mic ii #tacomic #ii mepad #mepad ii #tacopad #toilet ii #ii toilet #micopadlet

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namgyunation · 11 days ago

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sorry if this is random but I was rereading "addicted to the drama" and the dynamic between those two reminds me so much of this poem:

"I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you and I don't even like you all that much. I'm probably not going to love someone like this again, and that's fine by me because I'm not having a good time. I keep imagining all the things i'd give up to make this work; fictional deals with a devil that hasn't approached me. I'd shave years off my life. I'd give a limb. I'd do a lot of bartering while you're staring slack-jawed at the open road. Mouthbreather."

you do such a good job of conveying the resentment between nam-gyu and his s/o but also the undeniable love between them — they're terrible for each other but would choose the other person over anyone else in the world. it's a cycle they can't get out of because they don't want to

omg don't even worry about anything at all no need to apologize, cannot stress this enough but I LOVE RANDOM MESSAGES I LOVE HEARING PPL'S THOUGHTS ABOUT THINGS IVE MADE and i encourage it... it's like food to meee :DDDDD THIS MADE MY DAYYY THANK YOU

like i got SO giddy seeing this.. i LOVEEEE poetry i love literature i love reading i loveeee seeing things (tweets, other characters' dynamics, poems, novels, shows, etc. just stuff in general) that i can point at and be like WOAH THIS IS JUST LIKE THAT ONE DYNAMIC BETWEEN X AND X

also ik i say this every single time, but i'm always happy when people tell me they reread my stuff. ik that one fic is old atp but sometimes i still look back at it myself to see what i was cooking up a few months ago, and im like.. hell yeah :D i still enjoy this despite its age

i adore this poem as well ugh.. this is my first time seeing it, but i really enjoy it, and i can't thank you enough for sharing it with me.. definitely gives me their vibe as well <3333 also brings me insane amounts of joy that it reminded u of my fic (is that weird to say idk.. im just like 'woahhh something i made exists in someone else's mind enough for it to remind them of something else that exists in the world...?!????! so cool....')

also in response to your last paragraph ughhhh thank u so much that means a lot <3333 so much resentment building up between him and his s/o through their fights that range from small and petty to big and explosive and downright toxic.. they're not good for each other most of them time but through it all there's those little glimmers of peace where they're like 'this is why i love you. this is why i want to stay. this is why we even started dating in the first place,' and it's just enough for them to push through the reality that they would likely be so much better off apart.. and they hold onto that as tight as they possibly can bc they want it to work sooo badly, even to the point of forcing, even to the point where they're hurting each other. "it's a cycle they can't get out of because they don't want to" adore how u worded that bc yes it's true ...

#top 10 asks #inbox #anon #if anyone out there ever sees something that reminds them of my fic omg pls tell me this is so awesome wtf this is like crack #also wow i havent written shit. i literally wrote what. 4 things and then dipped (one of which isnt even finished) but like. i still love-#reading and shit so....... if anyone ever wants to share poems quotes novels etc. that they like wow im all ears #im spinning u around anon #toxic namgyu has a special little place in my heart still

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kithtaehyung · 30 days ago

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so uh, hi. I was just thinking of three tan before going to bed, and I thought about rereading a few chapters before falling asleep, and I saw the updates. and they made me cry and feel so much for yoongi, and it got me thinking about how beautiful is your yoongi. like. I am just so mesmerized by this beautiful beautiful character you have built and how he changes and grows and also how beautifully written he is. how humane and real he is. I absolutely love all your characters, and even though I picture him as bts yoongi of course, I can't help but think how uniquely yours he is.

I remember starting reading the series when basketball was the most recent chapter. and all these years three tan has been a place I can always come back to. I love the story, but I also love everything you have done for this series. if it's the characterization, or the side stories, or the dedication to little details or all these emotions you pour onto the story and how they manage to reach me and stay with me long after I read them.

I was thinking just now, about how this series is an anchor of sorts, something unchanging for me when everything feels like it's moving too fast. I love coming back here, and read your story every once in a while, and feeling all these things for every thing you've written; if it's falling for yoongi over and over again, and rooting for him, and just want him to be happy. but also is loving the friendship dynamics, and readers ways of facing life and it's struggles. and it's also kicking my feet and giggling like a maniac when yoongi is being a smartass and hurting when reader hurts.

and anyways. I don't know if I make sense, I'm feeling sleepy but I wanted to send this before I forget about it tomorrow or my courage slips from my fingers.

I just wanted to thank you. so. thank you. it's a beautiful story, and I'm so happy I stumbled upon this serie all these years ago.

i am just gonna outright say that this made me cry. like. i don't know what i've done to deserve this but i am incredibly touched😭😭

what fate was it to see the updates when you decided to read on a whim! wow. you're very lucky bc it's been over a year since i've updated the main parts😔 to decide to visit this world and see updates must be a dream.

these characters mean the world to me, especially yoongi and reader. and the best part about them all is that they are human - they mess up, they aren't perfect, they make bad decisions. but they still try their best and even conquer the world despite, and that's what makes us love them. it's a good reminder that we really are just people💕

wow, that's a ways back! i'm happy you can come back to this one whenever you need it. they will certainly be here whenever you need them, and you will always have a spot in the neighborhood, or a cul-de-sac🫂

it's been therapeutic for me, too, coming back to this and rereading some of the chapters. when i need to feel a certain mood, i can just pick one and read through everyone's wonderful comments to get myself encouraged by your words again. so you guys are helping me just as much. you're my comfort just as much🍊

and i guess.. thank you. i don't know how else to end this other than that, because this has just been amazing to receive. you guys are the reason i keep going, and the reason i'm still here. love you and i am so happy you're still on this journey, too.

#y'all have me a whole MESS #how many times have i cried this week?#too many!#ariadsunset #asks:3tan #3tanfugue #3tan #3fan:yoongi #lovely people #mailbox💌#*ryenfictalk #3tanhof #calm tag

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kel-lance · 1 year ago

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Movie Night: fem!reader x Itadori, Megumi, Toge, Yuta Part 2

Warnings: MDNI, Group sex, camera use, teasing, humiliation, mmfmm, everyone’s bi/pan, overstimulation, worship, etc(?)

premise: You hosted a game and movie night, bc it was making and nobara s anniversary and they were going out for the weekend. Okay so sodas, pizzas, snacks, really really bad movies…. sad movies, and finally scary movies. Perfect to watch with whoever could make it to your last minute plans. Turned out to be Yuuji, Megumi, Toge, and Yuta… oh great…

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“Megumi, are you paying attention?”

“And if you want them to do this,” you yelp higher this time, more surprised than anyone that Toge knew exactly which spot Yuta was talking about. He does it again to show his underclassman, slowly this time drawing out the same noise.

“Remember what I said, if you make her come before I get to I’m unleashing mahagara on all of us.” The other guys sigh and let you go. They sit back, beaming, almost satisfied with what they got out of the moment.

You’re moved from everyone’s reach, to sitting in-between megumi’s legs, his body almost swallowing yours. His long arms tried to hide you away from the others’ greedy hands and you almost let him erase you before feeling more of him. It almost took you by surprise, that he was poking at you.

You let your head fell back onto his shoulder, wondering what face megs could be making. He’s trying so hard to hold back right now. The faint grinding of your ass onto his thighs was already enough. He gasped hard, trying not to look at you, focusing so his body could last.

You crane up and kiss his cheek, this was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. Megumi never fights back against you, so seeing him trying to deny what he’s fantasized for years, you regained your playfulness and hopped off his lap.

Turning to face him, you grasp his face and pull him into a kiss, continuing his streak of pleasure. “They thought they had the upper hand because of numbers, hah.” You were surprised, they almost made you forget how they melt under your touch. You got them to keep up with you, though, of course no one else could compare to Yuuji’s.

Either way, you’ve got fresh meat now and everything from the past comes flooding back. You met tsumiki-chan in elementary school and knew she was going through hard times. You just had a knack of figuring people out as a kid and something drew you to her, more or less a curse found her because of the loss of her parents, you pitied her and exorcised it.

Megumi wondering what happened to that weird thing he used to see on tsumiki and she suddenly feels better when she’s around me? You didn’t mind as they were a fun duo, and you get how they grew up, though you had the school take you in for your sorcery instead of certain super famous super powerful super hot descendants of certain clans. *rolls eyes*

“This is my best friend’s brother, she knew about his crush but will she kill me?!” You’re brought back as you felt meg’s tongue trace your bottom lip. “She’d be happy for us.” You dive into him, pushing him back into the headboard, ignoring the other guys watching, commenting among themselves of the show before them.

You’re on all fours while kissing him into the bed frame, ass in the air, hands pressing onto his hard chest and abs. It was someone completely new, a body that you haven’t fully familiarized yourself with, yet it’s been waiting for you.

“Are you ready?” You asked, pulling yourself back to take off just the t shirt you were wearing for movie night. I mean it was your house and you asked them to come over… you could’ve started this whenever you wanted.

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- you hover over him and tease him by dipping your hips down, he’s barely entering you but still getting his raw head

- He’s whimpering and holding onto you as he cums right away and you’re loving it, giving him words of encouragement and saying how he’s so good

- He’s whisperer he’s sorry and you tell him he’s gonna fuck you as much as he’s waited for

- “She’s loving this” they chatter

- “I remember our first time…”

- “Salmon salmon”

- Tell me when you want me to move. You’re still hard, unless you need a second?

- He huffs as he holds you and says yeah

- Yuuji comes over to sit him up and hold him as he needs aftercare.

- I guess we have our order now. Don’t tire yourself out y/n yuujis bright eyes gave a lustful hint that he’s really going to enjoy todays session

- Toge pulls you to the end of the bed and has you bend kneed on the floor as he uses his fingers to fuck you into finishing and to make it easier to scoop out megumi’s cum

- He licks you clean and spits it onto megumi who both try to fight before you hazily ask them to help you do that again and you loved it

- Yuta has you sit on his dick, showing the others about the rules of your body and how to treat you until you try to move.

- He gets excited and start to go crazy with the angles and how he’ll manipulate how gravity will make you fall back onto his dick splitting you open, getting deeper and deeper, getting more intense, so intense you gave up breathing until the involuntary gasping comes.

- There was no one else but you two, his hand grabbing at your throat to keep you up, the other hand across your womb, feeling himself through and jerking his hips. Your arms were pinned by his chest and behind your back. “Yuta, plea-“ That was the final straw, he didn’t care anymore. Taking his time? Saving his energy? Fuck that, he’s known you once, letting you love him was a huge step from coming out of “neglectbernation” or his hermit phase, but he couldn’t choose between his trauma and you, his past or his future, Rika or you. You knew he didn’t need her, you were fine with it actually when he broke the curse, but then he started to be weird about it. almost forgetting that you and rika weren’t the same person, that you weren’t a body replacement for her, it just was bad to be around so you left, noticing that he and toge started to hang out together more if they’re not watching u.

- Anyway from this position if he lets go of the weight of your whole body falls onto his cock, and he bounces you back you in ease. This would be so hot if the other boys weren’t trying to claim your face

- Yuta was the most fixed on you while toge was the most needy. Yuuji was the most clingy and Megumi was the most yearned.

- Toge come over here and help us out. Toge puts himself in you too, you can feel yuta digging in deep from behind while toge rubs against your g-spot or is that your bladder?

- You don’t know as yuta holds you up between the two boys.

- You lol your head to the side and the boys nip at your neck and ear and kiss at each other, tongues twirling before they separate on soft parts of your body

- Toge pulls himself out and brings your head down on him. Changing angles yuta rhythmically pounds into you from behind. The angle making him feel larger, you waste no time taking toge in your mouth, you tasted megumis cum, your own juices and the precum of the other two.

- This was an average Tuesday tbh, sometimes yuuji comes by to watch, sometimes we just record and watch later with everyone.

- Right now could be a good time, maybe they set up a camera somewhere before you milked Megs.

- You’ll think about it later, right now why don’t you give him a show.

- You held yourself up with your hands, sometimes with your knees. Putting your hands on the back of his hips to pull and push him into your head rather they bob your head all around.

- You pull him all the way into your throat, letting him adjust and lose himself into the tight wet hot hole. Yuta moving you all around was also aiding in his pleasure.

- Looking up trying to get a glimpse of his pretty purple eyes, you loved being able to hear his voice, so him whimpering had you all sorts of messed up

- Yuta knew it too, his voice being so pretty though demanding, it was so cool. But he also knew because you’d squeeze in him whenever toge got loud.

- Megumi couldn’t stop watching you, he could only admire you, his best friend holding him as he caught his breath.

- He was eating up every angle of you, Yuuji also watching intently, patiently. His bulge was grinding into Megumi, his hands teasing and sensually grabbing at the mess you’ve created. “He could control himself.” We all hoped.

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A/N: Next ch is 3/9 (megs fr this time, yuuj, n sukuna. (And finishing off these two.))

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