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Happy Rite Here Rite Now day 👹

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aikazira

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my dress up darling • ony

convincing your friend to go to a convention with you turned out to be the best idea ever!…but it’s what happens before the event even arrives that makes it all the more fun..

blerd!ony, black fem!reader (plus size coded), PWP, finger sucking, thigh riding, fingering, handjob, pet names used (mama, baby, she slips up and calls him daddy), lots of praise, tit/nipple play, nasty hotel sex, tiny mentions of blood + injury, reader is a seamstress/cosplayer, missionary, squirting, friends to lovers, lots of humor and banter, creampie aftercare

word count: 6.3K

this was a lil something I’ve been wanting to write for the longest bc blerd!ony altered my brain chemistry and I miss him tremendously (if you’ve read this before, no u didn’t 🙄 and if it’s ur first time, please enjoy! )

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“Ow..damn, this hurts already..”

“You good over there, mama? What’s wrong?”

the deep voice belted out in a rather low and calm tone..cool and collected, that’s how he always was. Nonchalant to a fault and that was just one of the many things you loved about him. Hence why you had invited him along to this little venture in the first place. However, at the moment…you quite frankly could not stand his ass! Through gray colored contacts, (y/n) shot the tall male next to you an icy glare..one signifying just how ‘good’ you were!

“Oh, I’m just fine, Ony. Despite the fact that my legs are still shaking and I’m sore as hell.”

a statement that should not have garnered a single chuckle out of anyone had your very handsome homeboy doubling over in laughter. He could tell by the look on your face that you were still a little peeved at him for the previous night and this morning. Honestly, you’d never want to fight a single person in your life but if you thought you could beat him, you’d ask him to spar just one time. “What the hell is so funny?” “Nothing at all, you just seem a lil’ stressed.” Feigning his humor as he pressed the key fob to lock the doors of his 2022 Camaro..a beautiful specimen, much like the man driving it. Honestly, it should’ve been illegal to be this fine but you knew exactly what you were signing up for when you decided to come to this convention with him! Three days full of dressing up, video games and all of the collectible items and rare figurines that one’s nerdy little heart could desire. It was an event that you had been looking forward to for months and it was only the icing on the cake when your favorite cashier turned cosplay buddy decided to tag along! You’d discovered Onyakopon’s, or just Ony as everyone called him; his love for nerdy things after you came into his store on a late night with a random anime shirt on and he was all hyped to see someone else that looked like him, especially a girl..that was into this same stuff. Since that day, the two of you spoke every chance you got to gush over your favorite shows and game series, all but holding up the lines to do so. Soon, that bond carried over outside of his workplace and the two of you began hanging out. Even going to a manga and anime cafe for your first outing. You were so excited to have a friend who shared your similar interests. Eventually, you divulged to Ony that you were a cosplayer and that’s when he stumbled upon your Instagram page. Which was littered with photos of you in beautiful costumes…some very detailed and intricate and others..very revealing and sexy! Make no mistake, he drew an issue with neither one but to see your duality from a girl who walked around in long graphic tees with characters on them and sweatpants to seeing you with your ass out, dressed as one of his fictional crushes, had him very conflicted! But what impressed him even more was the fact that each one of those beautiful outfits you were wearing?

You had hand sewn each one yourself! Spending weeks at a time crafting each one. Hence why your page was so much more bare than other girls he’d seen doing the same craft. It wasn’t that you loved it any less, you just didn’t have the luxury of tossing on any old, run of the mill Amazon ensemble from some third party buyer whose plus sizes looked like they’d fit a middle schooler at best. So instead of giving it up altogether, you took the liberty of learning how to stitch them together yourself to ensure the perfect fit. So naturally, it came as no surprise that when you revealed this secret to him, he wanted you to curate his very first cosplay as well! Ony had long since dreamed of dressing up as characters such as Kratos, Jin Kazuma and all the other badass video game giants he adored. Not only did go out and purchase hundreds of dollars worth of materials for you to make his dream costume come to life, but he offered to cover the costs of everything for the weekend. Just because he was so gracious to you and excited to be going. You made it your mission to ensure that he’d be left in awe when he put it on! The character in question? None other than Shao Kahn from Mortal Kombat and you decided to accompany him as the antagonist’s wife, Sindel. You both looked incredible. But leading up this moment, things had gotten a little out of control, thanks to your companion over there!..who didn’t seem to be phased at all.

“Aye listen, to be fair, you started it. I just finished it.” Prompting you to smack your lips and cut your eyes at the shirtless male. Who was glistening in the sunlight and not making matters any better. “Whatever, I think you were betting on sum’ shit like that to happen.” “Shit, I ain’t mad that it did and I know you not either.”

but just what was Ony referring to? Well…it all began last night in the hotel room…

flashback

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“Ony! Can you stay still, please? I’m tryna finish this last piece.”

“C’mon, ma. Can’t you do it later on?”

“If it gets any later, imma be sleep so no. You can pause that damn game and wait for me to finish sewing this on.”

it was around eight thirty at night..dark had fallen cast over the skies and faint crackles of thunder resounded throughout the air. Luckily, the two of you were safe from any potential storms in the confines of your spacious hotel room. A luxury, double bed suite at the Best Western; only two blocks away from the convention venue. The last thing either of you wanted to be worried about was having to drive forever to get there and then have no parking or having to wait in a long line. It was a mistake you’d made several times when attending these events alone but Ony wanted his very first time to be absolutely perfect. Not to mention, he didn’t want you having to walk far in your heels. DragonCon was by far one of the largest conventions in the country and people of all kinds came to the illustrious event to have fun, make friends and of course, show off their cosplays. You and Ony had decided on the video game greats, Sindel and Shao Kahn from Mortal Kombat. You had loved Sindel since you first began playing the series and she became your favorite. So a year ago, you decided to craft her iconic purple suit and the staff to go along with it. So you were all set aside. But he wasn’t going to be as easy…because at the moment, while you were trying to put together the final touches on his outfit, he was clicking away at a controller, which made it difficult to get the stitching right. But you knew how it went…when you found yourself gridlocked in an important match or battle and couldn’t stop at the moment.

“Awww, c’mon! You keep blocking, bro. I hate this damn combo—“

it was at that moment when you were bringing the curved needle up through the loin cloth piece and securing the stitch, did he jump and not only cause you to lose balance, but send that needle right through your finger! Poking the index pad and breaking the skin. “OW!” On instinct, you’d jump back and immediately, Ony dropped his controller, finally breaking focus on what he was doing. You were bleeding but nothing too major. Alas though, he felt instantaneously guilty and reached for you. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” Making an attempt to check on you. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel bad so you’d downplay your pain and try to brush it off. But he was quick to run to the bathroom to grab some paper and bandages to help clean it up. “Here, you sit down..I got you.” You could tell he was remorseful by the way he flew into action but it was just a part of the craft. You’d lost count of how many times you’d singed yourself with a hot glue gun or poked yourself with a needle. Hell, you still had a giant scar on your arm from the time you sliced it, trying to cut material for a prop. It was certainly on the tamer side of the injuries you’d sustained. But just knowing that he was even remotely responsible for your pain, he couldn’t handle that.

“Ony, I’m fine. Really..I’ll just wrap it up later..”

“Nah, I should’ve stopped like you said. That’s my fault.” There was a sudden shift in his tone and you didn’t like it! There was no need for him to feel guilty. But here he was, sitting next to you on the bed as he gently cusped your hand and began first aid. He was a true sweetheart if you’d ever met one. He’d start by wiping it away and cleaning it thoroughly. You told him that a bandaid would only get in the way and keep snagging so you’d just leave it uncovered.

“You good? How you feel?” A question that elicited a laugh from you. You didn’t understand why he was so worked up over something so trivial. “I told you I’m okay. You ain’t got to worry, I’m a big girl. It’s gon’ take more than a lil’ ass needle to break me.” It was then that the two of you found yourselves face to face on the edge of the bed. Everything else had seemed to fall silent or as menial background noise. You noticed that he couldn’t stop staring at you and that he was still clutching your hand. Those deep set eyes of his remained focused on you as he casually slid his thumb across your own. “Yeah..I know. But I just wanna make you straight, that’s all..you know I care about you.” The sentiment sends flutters throughout your stomach. He was so sweet and attentive..it really shocked you that no woman had snatched him up already. He was incredibly handsome, respectful and always kind. You were happy to have someone like him in your life.

“I appreciate that..I’m just happy you decided to come with me. It means a lot. I usually do this by myself so I feel a lot better with you around.”

by now, the mood had shifted from slightly intense to..something far more sensual. Serene and quiet, as if the two of you were lovers confessing your feelings under moonlight. Truth be told, you’d never pictured yourselves as anything other than friends up until that moment. But you were always each other’s ‘person’. Attached and glued at the hip and loving the sense of happiness you brought one another. This peace and safety that came with knowing you could be your authentic selves. Inching closer, Ony would bridge the gap of space between your bodies and place a hand on your thigh. “Well you know I wouldn’t have missed this for anything..getting to be alone with you? It’s the highlight of my year..dressing up and getting to experience my first con with my fine ass girl? I couldn’t ask for better.” You’d feel your skin run hot and pangs shooting off in your stomach as he uttered the words in that deep drawl. You couldn’t believe he was so infatuated with you. Granted, you were beautiful and there wasn’t a time that you doubted yourself but he was unreal. Those pearly white teeth, that gorgeous dark skin, chiseled physique and that height..he nearly drove you insane when you were measuring him for all the pieces and you caught a glimpse of that v-line! Right now, your minds were on a one track path and there was no chance of it derailing.

“..Ony..”

because of this, neither of you could fight your urges a second longer and he’d pose a question you’d been dying to hear. “..Can I kiss you? Lemme thank you for helping me..” and without hesitation.. “I think you know the answer.” ..you gave him the green light. In a matter of moments, he’d curl a finger underneath your chin before pulling your face closer and pressing your mouths together. His soft lips collided with your own and eventually, you’d begin to make out. Shoving your tongues around inside of each other’s jaws. Your palm would creep up to cup his face and you’d find yourselves locked in a heated moment of passion. You found yourselves tangled up; hands colliding and caressing the opposite frame and by the time you came up for air, yours were roaming underneath his tank top and his were all up your slightly parted thighs.

“Here..sit on my lap.” Commanding with such suaveness, you couldn’t move fast enough as those perfectly manicured fingers waved you towards him. Ony would chew at his lower lip after licking; his signature mannerism when he was feeling a bit aroused by you. He’d done it so many times, that he had to quell it and be on his best behavior. But now, he couldn’t be too vexed to do so. He wanted you and you’d realize just how much before the night was over. You’d follow his command, propping yourself on his muscular thigh. It was decorated by a single tattoo of Shenron from Dragon Ball Z, surrounded by the eight balls. It was such beautiful work but if Ony could be rather frank…he wanted nothing more than to have you grinding yourself on it or watch that ass clap against it! A depraved thought but a real one nonetheless.

“I think you deserve a break, baby..been working so hard tryna’ get me right…lemme take care of you for a lil’ bit.” It was once you were stationed on his lap with those legs slightly parted, did he resume those sloppy yet gentle pecks. Intermittently shoving his tongue into your mouth. He’d slowly trail those fingertips across your covered skin; still sheathed by those tights underneath your skirt that you’d worn at dinner. Rips had plagued the inner corners as they’d always done…it was nearly impossible for you to keep those or a pair of fishnets with how thick your flesh was. That didn’t seem to bother him at all though. To Ony, it was the most attractive shit a woman could have. He loved how soft and supple your skin was..always scented with cocoa butter and that sweet perfume he loved so much. He loved how your features just made everything you wore, cosplay or otherwise..look so accentuated. He couldn’t get enough. Meanwhile, those nimble digits worked their way up your skirt and stopped just a centimeter short of your aching center. Unbeknownst to him, this was the first time you’d been so close to a man and in such an intimate setting. But make no mistake, you weren’t scared. In fact, you invited the idea of having him be the first one to ‘deflower’ you.

“You gon’ let me do that, baby?..Can I play with this pretty pussy?..”

the lewd question sending pangs throughout the pit of your belly. You didn’t even hesitate to provide him an answer and before you knew it, he was ripping out the seat of those tights and peeling your panties back. As he suspected, you were dripping. He just knew you’d be some pressure but this was his first bit of confirmation. As you sat idly on his lap, Ony began to toy around with your cunt. Brushing ever so slightly over that clit and running his finger pads along your folds and lips..it was so sticky and he was certain that it tasted even better. A theory he’d put to the test soon enough. However, at the moment, he just wanted to get you stimulated. He wanted to see those cute little reactions when he rubbed on your aching bud and teased it over your hole. Your arm clenched around the back of his neck as you held on for leverage. You’d watch his every move. Following his pace step for step and it was agonizing to see him going so slowly. You needed him to do his worst already!

“Mmm…I knew this shit was gon’ be wet but damn..look at my fingers already and I ain’t even stuck ‘em in..”

referring to the copious amounts of slick coating the tips as he swiped up and down. Over the sound of the crisp air blowing from the vents, he could hear your stirred up secretions, only growing by the minute. And of course, those cute little moans escaping your throat. “Ony…fuck.” “Oh you like that, huh? Like when I play in this pretty hole, don’t you, mama?” All but rhetorically questioning when he finally decided to plunge his middle and index inside simultaneously; nearly making you come undone right there. You couldn’t even elicit a response until he gained a rhythm and slowly worked you over. A single strand of drool seeped from your lips as he gently thrusted those digits back and forth. He could sense just how tight you were from his digits alone. The anticipation to be inside of you was growing stronger. But for now, he’d hide his time and focus solely on your pleasure. Those gentle brown eyes were fluttering and had even rolled back whilst you rolled your hips in a circular motion to meet his movements while incoherent babble left your mouth. But that wouldn’t suffice..he needed to hear you say it.

“Unt uh..use your words, baby. I need to know I’m making you feel good..” and alas, he’d get his answer when he sped up his pace and clutched a hand around your throat. Squeezing ever so slightly to garner his desired reaction. Ony wouldn’t consider himself to be super dominant by any means but he loved taking control to show his girl she had nothing to worry about.

“Y-yeah, daddy. It feels so fucking good.” The name slipping out casually as you pounced up and down on those two fingers. You’d felt a slight tinge of embarrassment but Ony on the other hand? Felt empowered. He never really cared for the term but hearing you utter it with those mellifluous moans, he was reconsidering! In fact, he needed to hear it again. “That’s my good girl…here, lemme take this off too.” Referencing your tube top that had been housing those ample breasts and concealed under your sweater at the restaurant. For now though, he wanted to see his gifts unwrapped. “Fuck..these big ass titties so pretty, baby. I love the way they sit up..”

it was then that he’d bury his face between them and alternate between each one’s nipple while his fingers remained nestled inside of that warmth. They’d slowly work around, twisting until they prodded your g-spot and his tongue swirled those brown buds, lapping and licking. A combination of the stimulating movements had caused you to make quite the mess of his leg with creamy juices spilling forth. You were squirming, becoming restless and in need of an orgasm already. But Ony was enjoying this far more than he should and couldn’t be vexed to stop right now.

“You so fucking pretty, baby. I swear I be so happy when you’re around..”

doting on you constantly whilst working over your sweet spot. He could tell just how excited you had become, just by the way you writhed and squealed as well. In truth, you’d never been in a situation quite like this one. You look so salacious yet so innocent and it wasn’t something that was lost on Ony. In fact, he wanted to further exploit it..

“Open that mouth..” the command followed by you promptly obeying and him gliding those same digits that were just inside of you onto your tongue. It was such a cute sight..watching you suckle on his fingers with those brown doe eyes fixated on him. This was something that he could never grow tired of..reducing his pretty little best friend to his adorable slut! You’d whimper heavily around those digits, moaning and still rutting yourself against his exposed upper thigh. Meanwhile, he was pushing those digits in and out, even getting you to gag and drool a bit from the movements. “Fuck…there you go. Suck them fingers, baby. Taste that pretty pussy f’r me. Yeah, you know your shit good. Fine ass..” which prompted you to giggle. It wasn’t a compliment you received often and honestly, you never doubted that you were beautiful but it was something about him affirming you that made your heart flutter. Suddenly, his low drawl ascended a half a pitch higher when you’d snake your smaller hand into his shorts. You’d continue to be pacified on his fingers whilst jerking him off. You were inconsolable and when you noticed that very visible tent in his bottoms, you had to move.

“Oh my gosh��shit…keep playing wit’ it, just like that…stroke that fucking dick..” growling as he forced his digits a little more down your throat; depressing your tongue along the way and causing you to keep emitting drool. Which served as the perfect lubricant to his already leaking cock. “Mmmm…Ony. Need you to fuck me..” “..you want this dick, baby?” Neither of you could take much more of this teasing and when he’d utter the fateful question, asking if you wanted to go further, you didn’t even hesitate. Despite never being intimate with a man prior. Your only partners were women or your lovely assortment of toys that you’d stashed away in your dresser. Honestly, with your arsenal..you saw little to no need to even entertain these dudes. Any feeling or sensation they could bring forth, your Rose Toy and Bad Dragon could replicate times ten! However, it was something about Ony and the way he made you feel. Not just in an erotic sense, but an emotional one as well. You felt so safe and comfortable in his presence, that it only felt natural to submit. He brought forth your feminine energy and allowed you to thrive in it.

“Here, lay down f’r me, mama. Just like that..and keep them legs spread.”

upon giving you instructions, he’d long since removed you from his lap and allowed you lie flat against the mattress; just awaiting his next move. Your tits were still sitting up, spilled out of the tube top, shuffled around your belly..and those sheer fishnets were as good as torn. It was such a sexy view, that Ony didn’t even want to undress you. However, he stripped all of his clothing down and immediately joined you back on the bed. He’d hover above you with his shaft in hand, stroking slowly. The expression on your face told it all…and he couldn’t help but to laugh. “What’s wrong, baby? You look nervous.” To which all you could do was swallow the lump in your throat. Granted, you didn’t know what an actual human’s length was supposed to look like but from the girth of his and how nearly reached the end of his thigh, nervous was an understatement. What if you couldn’t handle it? What if you embarrassed yourself?!..

“Well don’t be..you know imma take my time witchu’..I been waiting on this a long time.” Whispering to you as he leaned down and met your gaze with warm eyes and gentle smile. Brushing your cheek with that cock still in his opposite palm, he’d place small kisses atop your forehead and eventually your lips. “You just tell me what I need to do..this is yours now. I wanna make you feel good..” but it was a given, blatantly obvious even at this point. You needed every last part and inch of him..with your reassurance, he asked once more if it were okay to keep going and you’d grant him permission with a palm of your own to the side of his face..whispering to him to put it inside of you. Cooing with sweet nothings and whiny breaths, (y/n) begged Ony to fulfill your wish and it wasn’t long before your eyes went wide and your face went flush..

“Oh God—“ “Fuck…”

in that moment, the sounds of squelching flesh, along with breathy gasps emitted into the room. The two of you clashed and joined as one, right there on the crisp sheets of that king bed. The first few inches of his cock embedded deep between your warm, massaging walls and it was a sensation that could only be described as euphoric. Your legs instinctively coiled his waist, your hands to the sides of his head and his arms on either side of your body. Lying there, awaiting his next move. But alas, he had to regain his composure. Out of fear of sounding a bit too egregious, he’d keep his thoughts to himself but you were most certainly the best pussy he’d ever felt and he hadn’t even made his first thrust! Even so, Ony released a deep grunt and focused his attention back to your pretty face. “You good, baby?..Can I start moving?” This question required a bit more consideration, as you need time to adjust. That initial feeling brought forth a pleasurable yet slightly painful feeling..you didn’t make it a point to disclose to him that you were technically a ‘virgin’..but seeing as how it wasn’t the very first time you’d felt penetration, you didn’t feel it important. Besides, at that very moment. None of the proverbial details really made a difference. All that mattered was that the two of you were comfortably, willing and all ready to take this next step. And after a moment of quick breaths and whimpers, you’d instruct him to keep moving. In which he’d make one full thrust in and out..

“Agghhh…fuck..there we go, baby. In and out..” eventually, you’d fall into a rhythm of kisses that mimicked his thrusts..each one slower than the last but full nonetheless. This was so you could get acclimated with the shape and size of his member. It was a bit much and by the expression on your face, Ony knew he couldn’t start out drilling your shit!..as badly as he wanted to..

“Yeah..you takin’ my dick so good, baby..you feel so warm..” doting on you whilst your tongues swished around one another’s mouths. Sloppy, wet and steamy; an ideal combination. Coupled with that of the slow, deep thrusts in and out of your tight cunt. One thing that you loved about him was that he wasn’t afraid to be vocal. He didn’t shy from the fact that he was feeling good and wanted everyone to know. “Mmmm…Onyyyy…” “I know, mama. I know..” it went without saying, you were certainly enjoying this and he’d do everything he could to make the situation the best he could. Keeping you reigned in close to his chest, Ony persisted with his thrusts, trying to slowly get you to conform to his shape and so far, it was working.

“There you go, baby. Open that shit up..lemme have it.” Soon, the sounds of thumping and smacking began to fill the atmosphere and you’d feel those strokes become a little faster. It was then that you’d feel the swollen tip of that girthy cock not only stretching you out but precisely hitting your spot as well. Once he knew this was your sought after core, he’d hone in on it and pound away with precise thrusts; even rolling his hips and reaching a hand down to massage your clit. You’d have a moment where you’d falter and that, along with those beautiful eyes rolled back. “Fuck!..f-fuck..yes!” However, he thrived off the satisfaction of seeing your expressions and how they shifted, the deeper he got.

“Unt uh..eyes up here. Lemme see that pretty face while I fuck you..gimme that pussy, baby. Yes..”

You found his commands so sexy and soothing. His voice was soft yet stern and you felt comforted by his tone. It was no wonder that you’d become nearly entranced by him. The smacking sounds only grew louder and that was thanks to the fact that you were a dripping puddle between your thighs. Pearly white secretions leaking everywhere, even coating his shaft entirely and making quite the mess. In one fell swoop, Ony shifted from cradling you to his own body, to pinning your legs to the mattress and spreading you wide open. From this angle, he’d have an ideal view of those voluptuous tits bouncing each time he thrusted. Or just how that plump cunt looked swallowing his cock.

“Oooh..you creaming all over my dick, baby…shit’s so fucking sexy. You like the way this shit feels?” “Y-yes, daddy. Thank you, thank you!—“ declaring so with his thumb pad rolling on your clit and a long trail of saliva coating your lips. He didn’t relent, even when you’d squeeze down on him. It was every bit of eight inches and you’d nearly taken all of it at this point..you couldn’t believe it. “I just knew your shit was good..knew this pussy was the best just by looking at you.”

which made the both of you break into a slight giggle. But you certainly had help getting to this point. This was a newfound sensation and your body was reacting accordingly.

“You bring it out of me..fucking me like this—“ the incoherent babble was followed by something that would only further prove his point. When he’d keep gliding back and forth, speeding up his movements..that’s when it happened…

“Oh shit!—“ “AHH!! FUCK!…” as you’d whimper and cry out, even pawing at his abs as those streams of juices began to spill out and hit not only the linen underneath but his torso as well. Marking his decadent skin with splashes of your liquid. He’d never seen and you’d never experienced anything like it!

“..look at you squirting on that dick, baby...” although you were beginning to feel depleted, your body craved more of him. You wanted to keep going until either of you could move another inch. A wish that would soon come to fruition when you felt Ony’s thrusts become a bit more sporadic and off rhythm. He’d begin to falter, falling prey to your sex. Admittedly, it’d been ages since he’d had sex or a proper orgasm to boot but you were on a whole other playing field! The plush of those thighs, the ripple of that pudgy tummy and big tits, not to mention, the warmth of your wet hole…it was simply too much for him to fathom!

“Onyyyy!..” the louder you cried out, clawing into his skin; albeit his back or his abdomen, the more motivated he became to give you the most pleasure he could possibly help you attain. Even so, he’d make certain of your well-being all throughout. Asking if you were okay to keep moving..not doing so without explicit instructions and checking constantly to see if your expressions matched your sounds. He only wanted tears brought forth from joy and ecstasy, not pain. But the smile plastered on your face was pretty indicative of how good you felt! “Haaa..yeah, baby. I’m right here—tell me what you need…”

clinging to the last semblance of dominance he could muster, Ony slowed his pace down back to the original and held you close once more. He needed it..not just your body, but you in your entirety. He needed to hear you say that he was the one that you desired…that he could officially be your special person and never let you go for as long as he lived. It was all he had wanted, since the day he first cast eyes on you. When he first saw you in those shirts and sweats with his favorite series on it and when he first saw you in those cosplays. It was a moment that he not only wanted to remember but keep reliving. He wanted what the two of you had to last for an eternity…“..I love you....” the words sending your heart fluttering like butterflies in a garden. It was all you had been waiting to hear come from his mouth. Ony thought he’d never truly be able to utter the phrase and it has substantial weight behind it but now, he’d found his one and only who made the words come to life.

“I love you too, Ony…” so with a gentle stroke of your fingers to the side of his face, right there in that hotel room…the two of you consummated what had long since been established. The feelings of adoration for one another that could not be contained. It wasn’t long before either of you would reach your peak and before long, he was heaving and holding onto you with the last remnants of his strength.

“..come. Come for me, Ony…come in me..”

With that, you’d answer his earlier question and he’d have no problem fulfilling your request! He’d spotted you taking your birth control pills once you returned from dinner so any qualms he had dissipated. “I’m coming!…imma nut—“ veins bulge from his forehead and hands as he continues rutting into you. Ony’s fingertips grasped the headboard behind you and would serve as his balance as every ounce of his warm seed began to trickle into your inviting womb..you’d both reach that climatic peak together and following your stream of sexual secretions, was a trail of joyous tears shrouding your faces. Heavy gasps and breathless whimpers escaped your throats before you collapsed into one another’s arms. Once you were both back in the realm of reality, lying underneath him, (y/n) didn’t waste another moment before pulling him into a searing, passionate kiss. One that neither of you wanted to break.

but alas, your gazes would meet and you’d break into a fit of light chuckles.

“How you feel? You good?”

“Oh I’m just fine…are you good?”

poking fun at one another’s reactions in that final moment of ecstasy. But you were both feeling quite well after that. And you wanted nothing more than to keep reveling in it but tomorrow the big day awaited and you both needed rest…

“I’m straight…I mean, shit…you put it on me for real..where you learn to do them lil’ tricks at?” Referring to your earlier display of waterworks but you’d have to tease him once. “A lady never reveals her secrets..” you’d tease back, pursing a finger to his lips before he’d slowly began to pull out, dragging a string of pearlescent cum along with him and splattering a bit on your tummy on the way out. “Besides, I gotta finish your outfit before I fall asleep—“ “Unt uh…you ain’t getting up until you drink sum’ and wipe off. I can get you some snacks from downstairs too.” That’s when he’d roll over and crawl out of the bed, going over to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth and some water from the mini fridge adjacent to the foot of the mattress. He wasn’t going to let you up until he made certain you could handle it. That was Ony’s overprotective nature for you. But it came from nothing but the purest intentions.

“That is not necessary. I’ll be fine.” “Yeah, but you my girl…and imma always take care of you. So hush.” Kissing your forehead ever so gently before sitting at your side and running that rag over your skin. It felt quite nice and you were glad he made you rest for a moment because your body had been through a foreign experience and he made every single second of it magical…you knew that you wanted to create more memories like this with him for as long as possible. Albeit a convention, a date or even kicking it at his place as you watched him play video games. You just wanted to remain in his presence and remain his girl forever.

“Aye, you gone let me sleep in the wet spot?..I wanna stay cool tonight.”

“..Ony, get away from me, please.”

even if he did work the last good nerve you had sometimes!

[akumanette]

Transparent Adrien and Chat Noir artwork from the manga style guide

[shesgaymichaelscott]

maybe a fic where the whole gang is at melissa's house for a party or something and then there's a (tornado? hurricane? blizzard? idk what the region accurate natural disaster warning would be lol) and they all have to stay the night for their safety and whoops only one bed left for reader and it's melissa's

Snowed In

(mutual pining/teasing, sharing a bed trope, first kiss/smut - dirty talk, top!mel, switch!reader, 69 🤭)

Word Count: 4.5k

Taglist <3: @writerspirit @schemmentigfs @myownworriedshoes

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It started innocently enough—a game night at Melissa's.

Barbara had insisted it was her turn to host, but after the last time ("How was I supposed to know Jenga could get so violent?"), everyone gently redirected the responsibility. Gregory suggested a restaurant. Janine suggested an escape room. Ava, somehow, suggested an underground poker ring and no one really recovered from that.

But Melissa? Melissa just rolled her eyes and said, "I'll make baked ziti. You bring yourselves and a bottle of something decent."

And just like that, it was settled. Everyone knew you didn't argue with Melissa Schemmenti's cooking—or her tone.

By six-thirty, her house was already buzzing. There was something about the way she hosted that made everyone feel welcome and vaguely terrified at the same time. Wine glasses clinked, someone had queued up an RnB playlist on her speakers (you were pretty sure it was Ava), and the smell of garlic, basil, and tomato was damn near erotic.

Not that you were thinking about anything erotic. Not at all.

Except for maybe when Melissa leaned over to put the casserole dish down and her low-cut sweater gave you a very unfair view of the soft curve of her chest. And maybe when she offered you a glass of wine with that look, all smirking mouth and long lashes and "What, you're not gonna thank me for letting you into my kingdom?"

You thanked her. Of course you did. Probably too eagerly.

"You're cute when you get nervous," she teased under her breath, then turned away like it was nothing. Like she hadn't just cracked your soul open like a walnut.

You'd had a crush on Melissa for longer than you'd care to admit.

It was the worst kind of crush, too—persistent. Visceral. Not going anywhere. You tried to convince yourself it was a phase. Tried to ignore the way her raspy voice made your stomach flip, or how your body always leaned closer when she laughed.

You tried to keep it friendly. Professional. Chill.

But Melissa was... Melissa.

She made eye contact when she talked to you, like she actually cared what you had to say. She roasted you affectionately in the staff lounge, helped you carry a bookshelf into your classroom like it was no big deal, and once pressed a warm hand to your lower back during an earthquake drill that had you thinking about it for weeks.

And now here you were—at her house, watching her uncork a second bottle of red, sleeves pushed up, gold bracelets clinking gently, hair wild from the humidity in her kitchen.

Lord, give me strength.

By 7:15, the games had started.

Uno was vetoed after Jacob threw a tantrum about wild cards ("They're chaotic and unfair!"). Taboo went off the rails when Ava kept making up her own words. Eventually, you landed on Pictionary, which was safe until Janine's overly detailed drawing of a "brisk walk" made everyone deeply uncomfortable.

Melissa was on your team. Of course she was. You tried to act normal about it.

She sat next to you on the floor, wine glass balanced on the edge of a throw pillow, close enough that you could feel the heat of her leg against yours. She smelled like vanilla, red wine, and whatever God-tier perfume she always wore that made your knees feel a little weak.

At one point, she leaned in to whisper, "You're not bad at this, sweetheart," after you correctly guessed her frantic scribble of Paulie Walnuts in under five seconds.

"Maybe we just share a brain," you said, attempting casual. It came out a little breathless.

She arched a brow. "You offering to be my other half?"

You choked on your sip of wine. She just smirked and nudged your foot under the table.

And then... it started snowing.

First it was a gentle flurry. But by the time the third game wrapped and you were two cookies deep into Barbara's suspiciously perfect shortbread, the flurries had turned to thick, steady snowfall.

Melissa's phone buzzed. She picked it up and grunted. "Blizzard warning. They're closing a bunch of the roads up north already."

Jacob panicked. "Wait—like, actual blizzard blizzard? Should we leave?"

"Babe, your Prius isn't making it down the street," Ava said, sipping her drink with zero sympathy.

Gregory frowned out the window. "Visibility's dropping. It might be safer to wait it out."

Melissa gave a one-shoulder shrug like it wasn't a big deal. "You're all welcome to crash here. I've got a pullout couch, the guest room, and I'm sure we can figure something out."

Her eyes flicked to you for a second too long.

Your stomach flipped.

Janine started organizing sleeping arrangements before anyone else could. Barbara claimed the guest room immediately with a firm, "I will not be waking up with a bad back, thank you very much."

Ava, of course, had already wandered into said guest room and sprawled atop the sheets like she was at the Ritz.

Gregory and Jacob begrudgingly took the pullout. Janine opted to join them on the floor, obviously not wanting to be away from her man for even one night.

Which left you standing awkwardly in the living room, wine glass nearly empty, snow thundering outside in thick waves, heart thudding in your chest.

Melissa stretched, hands above her head, back arching slightly as she turned toward you.

"Well," she said, voice low and amused, "looks like it's my bed or the floor."

You blinked. "What?"

Her smirk deepened. "Only one bed left, sweetheart. Guess you're bunkin' with me."

Melissa didn't make a big deal about it.

Just handed you a pair of clean sweatpants and a Schemmenti Family Reunion T-shirt that smelled like laundry detergent and her and said, "Bathroom's through there, doll," before disappearing into her bedroom to get ready herself.

You stared at the T-shirt like it might explode.

By the time you'd brushed your teeth and washed your face (and overthought literally everything), you padded softly into Melissa's room, heart in your throat.

It was... warm. Cozy. Lived-in. One of the bedside lamps was still on, casting a soft golden glow over the room, highlighting the deep reds and dark wood tones, the worn comforter pulled back, the little collection of rings and earrings on her nightstand. It smelled like her too—spiced, earthy, vanilla and wine and—

You stopped thinking.

Because she was standing by the window in her own pajamas—a fitted tank top and plaid sleep pants, auburn hair loose over her shoulders, looking like something out of a soft-focus dream.

She turned, caught you staring, and grinned. "Hope the shirt fits. Don't blame me if you fall in love with the family crest."

"I think that ship has sailed," you muttered, almost too quietly.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" you squeaked, absolutely nothing like a person in control of their body or emotions.

She chuckled and climbed into bed like it was nothing. Just her bed. Just her body. Just the hottest woman you've ever known pulling back the covers and patting the space next to her.

Your whole body locked up.

"C'mon," she said, eyes soft but amused. "I don't bite. Unless you want me to."

You choked again, almost dropping your phone.

She laughed, the low, teasing kind that went straight to your chest and buzzed there like a fire alarm.

Eventually—somehow—you managed to get under the covers.

You were careful. So careful. You laid stiff as a board on the very edge of the bed, one leg practically dangling off the side. The blankets were warm. Her sheets smelled like her shampoo. Your body was screaming.

Melissa reached out and flicked off the lamp, leaving you both in the kind of dark that makes everything louder.

You lay there. Breathing.

You could feel the heat of her. Hear the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest. Every time she shifted, the mattress dipped slightly and your entire nervous system lit up.

There was maybe four inches between you.

And then... she sighed. Low and comfortable.

"You good over there?" she murmured.

You stared into the dark. "Yup."

"You sure? You're lying like you're about to be embalmed."

You made a strangled noise. "Just—just trying to be respectful of space."

"I didn't invite you into my bed so you could pretend to be a corpse," she said, and you could hear the smirk.

You covered your face with your hands. "Melissa..."

"What?" she drawled, amused. "You're actin' like I asked you to share a tent in the middle of the woods."

"It's just..." Your throat felt tight. "It's a lot. Being this close to you."

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Shit.

She was quiet. For a second, you thought she hadn't heard.

Then—soft, warm, and entirely unreadable: "Yeah?"

You swallowed. "I mean. You're very. Uh. Distracting."

You could feel her turning toward you in the dark.

"Say more," she murmured, voice lower now.

"I'm trying not to," you whispered back.

Another silence, but this one felt electric. You felt her breath on your shoulder. She was so close. You hadn't even heard her move.

"Didn't know I had that kind of effect on you," she said finally, voice laced with something deeper. Curious. Dangerous. Maybe even—hopeful?

You didn't answer. Couldn't.

Your heart was pounding so hard it felt like it echoed off the walls.

Melissa shifted again, and suddenly her hand brushed your forearm. A soft, casual touch—but it lit you up like fireworks.

You turned your head toward her, barely able to see her face in the dark. Just the outline of her hair, her mouth.

"I haven't been able to sleep either," she said.

You blinked. "No?"

"I think maybe..." She exhaled. "Maybe for the same reason you can't."

Your chest ached.

"...Melissa," you said again, quieter this time.

"Yeah?"

"Are you—are you teasing me? Or..."

She didn't move. "No."

You could barely breathe.

"I think I just like seeing you flustered," she admitted. "Because it means maybe I'm not the only one lying here, thinking about kissing you."

You could barely form a thought, let alone a sentence.

Because she'd just said it.

She wanted to kiss you.

Not teased. Not hinted. Not implied with some half-smile and a wink and a tilt of her head.

No. She'd said it.

And now she was watching you, even in the dark—you could feel her eyes on you, feel the weight of what she'd admitted lingering in the air between you like fog. Heavy and impossible to ignore.

You turned your head toward her, throat dry, fingers trembling where they curled in the blanket.

"You—" Your voice cracked. "You can't just say things like that to me."

Melissa didn't back off.

Didn't laugh it off or pretend she hadn't meant it.

Instead, her hand found yours beneath the covers. Just her pinky brushing yours. Barely there. But it made you flinch like she'd touched something molten.

"Why not?" she asked, voice low, calm—too calm, like she didn't realize how close you were to falling apart. Or maybe she did. Maybe she liked it.

"Because," you whispered, trying to steady your breath, "I've wanted to kiss you for months, Melissa. I've had to sit across from you every damn day and pretend like I'm fine—like I'm not aching just to touch you. Do you have any idea what it's been like?"

Silence.

Not awkward. Not stunned.

Just charged.

She let you speak, didn't interrupt, didn't pull away. And when you finally exhaled—like maybe you'd said too much, like maybe this was it, the moment you ruined everything—

She whispered, "Tell me."

You blinked. "What?"

"Tell me what it's been like," she said, voice rougher now, more intimate. "If you're gonna unravel on me, sweetheart, I wanna hear it all."

That was it.

The last thread of your resolve snapped clean in two.

"I think about you all the time," you confessed, chest heaving. "At work. At home. When I'm trying to sleep. I think about the way you talk to me, the way you laugh, the way you smell—Jesus, the way you look at me like you know. And I try to play it cool, I try to pretend like I'm not counting every second until I get to see you again, but I am."

Your voice cracked again, a little louder now. "I want you so badly it scares me. And I didn't say anything because I thought—maybe you just flirt with everyone, maybe you were being nice. But now you're lying next to me, saying you think about kissing me, and I just—I don't know what to do with that."

Melissa was silent.

For one heartbeat. Two.

Then, slowly—so slowly—her hand slid across the sheets and cupped your jaw, warm and steady and reverent.

"Look at me," she whispered.

You turned.

Her face was so close. You could make out her eyes now, adjusting to the dark. The freckles on her nose. The small tremble in her bottom lip.

"I don't flirt with everyone," she said, low and certain. "I flirt with you. Because you drive me crazy."

Your breath caught.

"I try to be chill, I try not to scare you off, but baby—I've been wanting you for so long it's starting to hurt."

You let out a soft, broken sound.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked, voice barely more than a breath. "Please."

"Yes," you gasped. "Yes, God, yes."

And when she kissed you—it was like coming home.

Like every night you'd spent dreaming of her had somehow prepared your body for this moment. Her mouth on yours, warm and soft and so sure, her hand in your hair, the other splayed across your waist, pulling you close until your chest pressed to hers.

You kissed her like you'd earned this. Like your lungs needed her more than air. Like if she pulled away now, you'd fall apart in her arms.

She kissed you back like she felt it all too.

And in between kisses, between gasps, she murmured against your lips, "God, you taste so sweet," and "I've wanted this for so long," and "You're mine now, yeah?"

You couldn't stop nodding. Couldn't stop kissing her.

Couldn't believe that somehow this wasn't a dream.

The first kiss had shattered something.

The second kiss burned the pieces.

And by the third, there was no going back.

Melissa kissed like she had something to prove—slow at first, deliberate, like she wanted to learn you by heart. But the moment your fingers curled in her tank top and pulled her closer with a whimper, something in her snapped. Her body pressed into yours, all warmth and hunger, her hand sliding down your waist to grab your hip like she'd been dying to touch you for years.

You moaned. Couldn't help it.

It slipped out—soft, needy, honest—and immediately, you felt her smile against your lips.

"Mmm," she purred, pulling back just enough to whisper, "you always sound that sweet when you're turned on, or do I just have that effect on you?"

You whimpered again, biting your lip, eyes wide in the dark.

She kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then down to the sensitive skin just under your ear. Her teeth grazed it—barely—and your hips jerked instinctively.

"God, Melissa—"

"Shh," she whispered, the word hot against your neck. "Careful, sweetheart."

You froze for half a second—until she grinned, wicked and knowing.

"Remember who else is in the house?" she murmured.

Your stomach plummeted. Then flipped. Then burned.

Oh God.

Barbara.

Janine.

Jacob.

And here you were, already flushed, panting, desperately trying to keep your thighs pressed together like it would somehow hide how undone you were for her.

"Guess you'll just have to be quiet for me," Melissa said, far too pleased with herself.

Your breath hitched.

"Can you do that?" she added, her voice like velvet and sin, hand sliding under the hem of your borrowed T-shirt to stroke your stomach. "Can you be good for me and keep all those pretty little noises right here?"

She tapped your lips with her thumb. Your lips parted.

She chuckled, low in her throat. "That's what I thought."

Before you could answer—before you could even breathe—she kissed you hard, all tongue and teeth and need. Her hand slid lower, splaying over your hip, gripping you tight as she rolled her body on top of yours, pinning you to the mattress with maddening ease.

It felt like drowning in heat. Like every cell in your body was finally awake after months of aching sleep.

You arched into her with a gasp, and she groaned—deep and guttural and desperate against your mouth.

"God, you feel so good," she rasped, voice unsteady now. "So soft. So warm."

Your hands wandered—up her back, down her waist, memorizing muscle and curve and the tiny scar at the top of her hip. You wanted to taste all of her. Devour her. Worship her.

But you were already unraveling.

You whimpered again, hips bucking instinctively, heat pooling low and fast. It was too much. Not enough. You didn't want to stop.

"Melissa," you breathed.

She kissed down your throat, voice wrecked and reverent.

"I got you," she whispered. "But you gotta be good, baby. Be quiet for me."

Your fingers tangled in her hair, tugging gently. She hissed—then grinned into your skin like she'd just won something.

"I'll make it worth your while," she promised, breath hot against your collarbone. "And maybe, if you're real good—"

Her hand slid between your thighs. Pressed.

You gasped, mouth flying open—only for Melissa to cover it with her palm immediately.

"Uh uh," she said, eyes glittering in the dark. "Not a sound, sweetheart. You don't wanna wake our coworkers, do you?"

You shook your head frantically into her hand, eyes glassy with need. You could barely breathe, barely think. All you knew was her—her heat on top of you, her mouth at your throat, her hand sliding under your waistband with maddening slowness.

"Such a good girl," Melissa whispered, like she knew how close you were to losing it. "Keep bein' good for me. Just like that."

You arched up, desperate, your body crying out for her touch—but your voice had nowhere to go. Her palm pressed firmly over your mouth, fingers splayed across your cheek, thumb brushing your jaw in a gesture that was almost tender if it weren't so hot it made your stomach twist.

Then—finally—her fingers slid between your folds.

You whimpered into her hand. Loud.

She chuckled darkly into your ear. "That loud already?" she teased, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "And I've barely even touched you."

You were soaked. Aching. Every nerve in your body lit up as she dipped lower, dragging her fingers through your slick folds, just to feel how wrecked you already were for her.

"Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, voice a breathy rasp. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you? All that pining, all that want, building up in that pretty little body..."

You tried to respond, to nod, something, but then her fingers slipped inside you—slow, steady, perfect—and everything snapped.

You cried out into her hand, voice muffled but desperate, thighs trembling as she filled you.

"That's it," she purred. "Take it. Take all of me."

She moved her fingers just right, curling them like she knew exactly what you needed—and maybe she did, maybe she'd been imagining this as long as you had, memorizing the fantasy until she could deliver it perfectly.

You gasped again, body rolling into her touch. Her hand stayed firm over your mouth, her other arm curled around your waist to keep you still, her whole body wrapped around yours like she wanted to leave her shape carved into your skin.

And God—you'd let her.

You wanted everything. All of it. Her fingers, her voice, her weight above you, the feel of her panting against your neck like she was just as wrecked as you were.

But she had control.

She fucked you slow at first, methodical, like she wanted to watch you fall apart beneath her. And you were. You were falling so fast your body was shaking.

"Look at you," she whispered. "Tryna stay quiet. Being such a good girl for me..."

You sobbed into her hand. It was too much.

"I know, baby," she soothed. "I know. You wanna cry out so bad, don't you? Wanna scream my name?"

You nodded, desperate, eyes squeezing shut, your hips rocking uncontrollably against her hand.

She fucked you deeper, harder, her fingers hitting that spot that made your toes curl, her voice now shaking too. She was falling with you.

"Next time," she groaned, her own breath ragged, "next time, you can scream. I'll make sure no one's around, and you can let it all out. You can cry and moan and beg for me, loud as you want." Her hand tightened over your mouth. "But right now? You stay quiet, sweetheart. You come for me just like this. That's it. Just for me."

You shattered.

The orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave—silent and violent, your whole body convulsing beneath her as you clung to her with everything you had. Your moan, strangled and pleading, stayed buried beneath her palm.

She kept whispering to you, voice shaking with pride and awe. "That's it. God, that's it, you're perfect. You're so perfect for me..."

You trembled beneath her, thighs still twitching, lips soft against her hand.

Only when she felt you start to calm—your hips slowing, your muscles relaxing into the mattress—did she gently ease her hand away from your mouth.

Your lips were swollen. Your eyes dazed.

"I got you," she whispered again. "I've always got you."

You were still trembling when Melissa kissed you—slow and deep, dragging her mouth over yours like she owned you now. And maybe she did. Maybe she always had.

But as the shaking in your thighs faded and your breath slowed... something else stirred inside you.

Need. Still burning. Still hungry.

Because even though she'd just pulled you apart like it was nothing—you weren't done. Not even close. Not when she looked like that in the soft dark. Hair messy, pupils blown, lips swollen from kissing you, and her voice...

God, her voice when she growled, "You come for me just like this". That had rewired your brain.

You kissed her again, this time harder—taking something. She responded immediately, groaning low into your mouth, like she'd missed you in the thirty seconds since your orgasm.

And then, you pulled back.

"Lay down," you whispered.

Her brows lifted. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you said, climbing up and over her with intent. "I want more of you."

She smirked and obeyed, leaning back onto the pillows, her strong arms folding behind her head like she knew she was in trouble but didn't mind one bit.

"You gonna ride my face, sweetheart?" she teased, voice still husky.

"Eventually," you murmured, straddling her waist now, breath hot and unsteady. "But first..."

And then you twisted—spinning around on her lap until your knees bracketed her shoulders, until your dripping heat hovered right above her mouth, and your face hovered between her legs.

She gasped—gasped—her hands shooting to your hips to hold you steady.

"Fuck," she whispered. "You're serious?"

You looked back over your shoulder, meeting her eyes upside down.

"Thought I was supposed to return the favor," you said, voice thick with heat. "Unless you can't keep quiet for me."

Melissa growled.

"Get down here."

You didn't need to be told twice.

Her mouth found you instantly—tongue delving deep, her moan vibrating against your soaked skin like she was starving for you. And you? You cried out against her thigh, mouth pressed to her center, tasting her with the same desperation.

It was mutual destruction. Pure, messy, uncoordinated need. Months of pining crashing down in a fury of fingers gripping thighs, bodies rocking together, moans swallowed against wet skin.

You flattened your tongue against her, feeling her hips jerk beneath you, her thighs trembling.

"Oh my—fuck," she groaned into your cunt, mouth buried as deep as she could go. "You taste so fucking good."

You moaned into her in response, your lips sealing around her clit and sucking, your hand gripping her hip like you'd die if she pulled away.

And that's when she lost it.

Her hands clamped around your thighs, nails digging in, her hips bucking into your mouth as she gasped, "Shit—shit, baby—"

You pulled back just long enough to whisper, "You said I had to be quiet. What happened to that?"

She bit your inner thigh. Hard.

And then dove back in, devouring you with single-minded focus, tongue circling, lips sucking, groaning against you like she was trying to make you lose your mind again.

You rocked your hips down against her face, matching her pace, grinding against her tongue like you'd die without the friction. And all the while, you kept licking her—tasting her, loving the way she trembled under your mouth, how her thighs began to shake.

She whimpered. A real whimper.

And then, broken and hoarse—"Gonna come—fuck, don't stop—"

You didn't. Couldn't—not with the taste of her on your tongue and her scent surrounding you. You gave her everything. Fast, messy, hot and filthy, until she arched hard under you, thighs clamping around your head as she came into your mouth with a muffled cry.

You followed her a second later, your orgasm ripping through you again as she held you down on her mouth and rode it out with her tongue inside you.

Neither of you could speak for a long moment.

Just gasps. Trembles. Shaky hands gripping sweaty thighs.

And then, softly, after a long beat of silence broken only by the pounding of your hearts—

"...We're gonna have to avoid Jacob and everyone else for the rest of our lives."

Melissa huffed a laugh beneath you—still a little breathless, her voice soft and worn down to something real and tender now.

"I don't even care," she murmured, hands smoothing up and down your thighs. "Worth it."

You lifted your head slowly, body still humming, face flushed and sticky from sweat and sex and the insane position you'd just pulled off.

"Worth it?" you echoed, twisting around so you could look at her. She looked wrecked. Gorgeous and smug and completely undone, hair all over the place, mouth kiss-bitten. "You're saying that when I'm the one who can't feel her legs?"

Melissa grinned, unrepentant. "You're welcome."

You collapsed beside her with a groan, legs still shaking.

She immediately rolled onto her side to face you, hand reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear. She didn't speak for a moment—just looked at you, her touch reverent now, gentle in a way that made your throat close up.

"You okay?" she asked softly.

You nodded, still catching your breath. "Yeah. Just... overwhelmed. In a good way."

Her thumb brushed over your cheek, and she leaned in to press a slow kiss to your temple.

"I've wanted you in my bed for so long," she murmured against your skin. "I didn't expect tonight to be the night, but I'm not complaining."

You laughed softly, curling into her. "Me either. I was ready to die pining."

Melissa snorted. "You were obvious, by the way."

"Excuse me?"

"Please," she said, grinning. "You used to blush every time I said your name."

"Okay rude," you muttered, burying your face in her shoulder. "You were no better. Flirting with me at parent-teacher conferences. You're lucky I didn't combust."

Her chest shook with quiet laughter as she pulled you tighter into her.

"Still might," she said, voice lower again. "But not tonight. Tonight, you sleep. You earned it."

She pulled the blankets up over both of you, tucking them around your bodies like she'd done this a thousand times before. Her arms wrapped around you, one hand warm against your back, the other cradling your head as she settled you against her chest.

You melted into her.

Every nerve in your body finally calmed, soothed by the soft circles she traced on your spine, the rhythm of her breathing, the familiar scent of her skin and sheets.

"I could get used to this," you mumbled into her collarbone, eyes already fluttering shut.

Melissa pressed a kiss to your hair and whispered, "Good. 'Cause I already am."

You nuzzled even further into her, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips as your hand slid beneath the hem of her tank top, just to keep touching her. Just to feel her.

And with a content sigh, wrapped up in her arms and her bed and everything you'd ever wanted, you whispered, "Thank God for Philly blizzards."

Melissa chuckled softly above you, her voice the last thing you heard before sleep pulled you under.

"Damn right."

[thornsicle]

doodles during today

[saruchei]

Heads or Tails?

(cross-posted from my AO3 acc)

Yan! Chance x Reader

Summary: The survivors won and then get teleported back to the cabin. Right now, you are patching up someone and they thanked you for it. And oh well, uhh, a certain gambler doesn't like that 😬

Warnings: blood, dead bodies, gunshots

"99% of gamblers quit before they win big"

The round ended with a few survivors alive. You're quite surprised Chance survived as well since his gun would explode. But right now, you have to patch the survivors.

"You free tonight, sweetheart?", Chance asked (while practically flirting, wtf)

"Not right now, I still have to patch you guys up. And don't call me that, that's kinda corny and we're not lovers", you replied with a deadpanned expression.

After you bandaged up Elliot, he thanked for your help and went to the kitchen to cook some pizza. (Oh, someone isn't happy about that) You then moved to other survivors who are still injured, and lastly, Chance, who is smirking and you want to rub that stupid grin off his face.

You checked for his injuries and he has a few large gashes on his arms and it's bleeding.

"I'm not a professional surgeon who can stitch those type of wounds but I can stop the bleeding for a while. Besides, staying in the cabin can do that.", you said as you wrapped a cloth on the final bleeding wound. "And you have to rest if you want the pain to go away, so no more rounds for you for a while. And...", you trailed off as you let out your hand.

"That means no more gambling for you, Mr. Unlucky", you gestured your hand for him to give you his gun. Chance frowned, reluctantly giving you his precious gun.

"Fine, but only for you, milady", Chance said with a wink, making you flustered.

"You little-"

"Guys, the round is gonna start soon!", Noob called out.

You then sighed and walked off to prepare your stuff for the next round, but the gambler suddenly stopped you.

"I have a guessing game for you.", he said as he pulled out his coin, the one which he usually uses. "I promise this will be quick. After all, you're my lucky charm", he grinned.

That's it. You have enough. You want to scream at him for being a dumbass, but before you could do that, Chance put a finger on your lips. That stupid bitc-

"Shh, I promise this is quick. Now...", he said as he prepared his coin. "Heads or tails?"

You wanted to say "tails" and hoped that it is but then you wanted to mess with him.

"Heads."

"Then let's see."

He flipped the coin and then catched it with his hand.

"You sure it's heads?"

"I mean, yeah! Now hurry up, the round is starting soon, and you stay here until your injuries are fully healed."

"Okay, okay, lucky charm, I'll stay here. And now let's reveal..."

He put away his hand that is covering the coin, revealing which side.

You cannot believe your eyes.

It's heads.

"You know what? I'm done of your crap. Just let me go", you scoffed moments before the round started.

...

Chance's shades glinted. He then lower his head and began to chuckle.

"It seems I got my answer."

[Timeskip brought to you by Sari catching her supervisor Elliot backshottting 007n7]

The round ended quickly, with the killer winning after wiping out the full lobby. You grumbled at the loss. You went to the kitchen to see if Elliot finished making pizza (yes, he was in the cabin the entire time, you told him to stay in the cabin too) and your eyes widened in horror. It's a messy bloodbath. Elliot's dead body leaning on the kitchen oven, which was baking the pizza (naw this ain't good), a hole on his head and it's still bleeding. Someone shot him, but who could do that? Chance can't because you took his gun away and you don't think he would even do that to Elliot.

Suddenly, you heard gunshots and screaming behind you. You rushed to living room only to see Chance blowing away the tip of his gun. In front of him are dead bodies of Noob, Builderman, Shedletsky, 007n7, and a lot more. You backed away, you wished that this is just a nightmare and you were just dozing off during the round, but no, everything felt real, too real...

Chance saw you when he turned around, a smile appearing on his face. He slowly made his way towards you, the sound of blood puddles being stepped on echoing throughout the now empty cabin.

"Looks like my lucky charm is back", he cooed, his hands behind his back. You backed away even more, shaking your head, a doomed realization dawning upon you.

"What, cat on your tongue, sweetie?", he smirked. He's finally infront of you. Your body shook in fear.

"N-No, this can't be happening...", you finally rasped, fear tingling in your throat. The gambler smiled even more.

"I hope you enjoyed my work of art, milady~"

Work of art? Work of art?! Dude, he killed multiple people and created a bloody mess and he called that "art"?

Chance leaned in towards you and was about to touch your cheek, but you slapped his hand away.

"Don't you even dare to touch me, murderer", you said angrily.

The gambler frowned and leaned away. You were about to punch him but he suddenly grabbed your arm and injected something into it. Your eyes widened as your vision is slowly and painfully (well, not really painfully) fading away.

"I'm sorry I have to do this, (Y/N), but you asked for it."

Your whole body limped to the ground, your eyes darting on every direction you can see to call for help, but you can't. Nobody is here to save you now. They're all dead.

"It's practically your fault, dear. Remember the heads or tails game we played earlier?", he asked as he crouched down to your level

You glared at him, how is that even relevant? How is that even your fault?

Chance just chuckled at your silent response.

"Well, I do need an answer to my question: Is it okay to kill anyone for your love? The heads is "yes" and the tails is "no". But I thought coin-flipping is not enough, so I need a truthful answer. From you. And see if the coin agrees as well.", he then pulls out his coin and flips it.

"And you said "heads", and so does the coin.", he then showed you the "heads" side of his coin. "And that is the answer", he grinned.

You want to use all your remaining energy to throw one last insult at him before you lose conscious, but Chance sensed that. He gently covered your mouth with his palm, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you're still barking even the sedative is about to get you, doll?", he asked with false pity in his eyes behind his shades.

You gave one last glare to him before succumbing to the sedative's effects. The gambler grinned, a lovesick smile appearing on his face. He finally got what he wanted. He finally got you.

Chance then picked your unconscious body in a bridal style and went off somewhere far away from the cabin. The Spectre should have been expecting for him right now...

Bonus:

Elliot suddenly woke up, a pain throbbing through his head. The thing is, survivors cannot fully die in this realm as well. He then remembered what happened before he got shot.

"You're getting too close to them, aren't you, Mr. Builder?"

"I don't get what you are saying..."

"Well, I'm sorry I have to this, Builder, it's so nice to be friends with you but it has to end. For them."

"Chance, what in the Telamon are you saying-"

BANG!

End of flashback.

When Elliot remembered it, he realized he has to warn everyone about Chance's sudden change of behavior, but when he exited from the kitchen, his eyes widened in horror. He's too late. The others have returned from the round only for them to die. And you're nowhere to be seen, which he assumed you're the one Chance kept talking about... 

Wait, nevermind, someone's waking up. Shedletsky's waking up! Elliot immediately ran back to the kitchen to get at least a slice of pizza he made.

Oh.

The pizza burnt.

(Sorry for that goofy ahh ending 🥀) I might make a drawing based off this lmao

[eternal-pie]

Stupid Pt.1

Shinso x reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3

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Shinso was frustrated

People didn't trust him, from the moment he developed his power, Shinso's every interaction was tainted by suspicion. As he grew up he began to learn to understand where this discomfort came from, it was mostly self preservation. This social divide was not the source of Shinso’s frustration.

You were.

Initaly shinso’s frustration with you came from the fact that you seemed to have none of the self preservation that every other person around him had, to put it bluntly, in the beginning he thought you were stupid.

To be fair he thought all the people who tried to trust him were stupid, no matter their reasoning be it pity, naivety or a desire to feel morally superior. Shinso was always quick to shut those people down. Any and all who tried to make a statement in befriending him were quick to regret it the moment they lost control of their body’s, more often than not he didn’t even make them do anything, a few seconds of vulnerability being enough to snuff out their false bravado.

With most people the moment he let their minds slip from his control they were gone, there had been a select few who attempted to maintain face. Poorly mind you, their discomfort and desire to get as far from him as possible was very apparent, even at a glance.

Shinso found a satisfaction in it, he wasn’t some passion project to make people feel good about themselves, though if he's being entirely honest, his immediate rejection of attempts at connection is probably a defense mechanism, but trauma makes good heros, so far as he had seen. So hitoshi was content in keeping this habit.

So you can imagine the confusion and annoyance shiso felt when you seemed to immediately perk right back up after experiencing his quirk, assaulting him with a myriad of questions about the limitations and qualities of his ability.

Hitoshi’s first impression was that, if the people who chose to trust him once were foolish. You were fucking brain dead.

By the time he had come to learn you were actually a fairly well off student he had already developed a sense of responsibility for your safety. If you were content with letting a whole ass stranger brainwash you, who knows what else you were cool with.

Over all you had a decent head on your shoulders, though you were lacking in teh ways of self preservation when it came to meeting others, seeming to Believe that every person attending a hero school couldn’t be all that bad.

Your naivety, a trait that Hitoshi usually found annoying, became the reason the two of you continued to hangout. Somewhere along teh way shinso found that he had grown fond of you.

Shinso’s biggest source of frustration would begin, ona Sunday evening, as he hung out with you in your dorm.

Most days you were fairly receptive to his help, that day wasnt one of those days. Finals were aproching and you had been craming for most of the week, with a big test tommorrow you were pushing yourself the hardest that day. Hitoshi had picked up far heathier studying habbits and was content just doing a generel reveiw, you were not. Knowing and haveing memorized everything you could resonably need to know didn’t seem to ease your anxiety.

He put his foot down when he realized you hadn’t eaten or slept properly in a couple days. You unfortunately were less then pleased with his desition.

Shinso grew tired of your defiance.

He liked to think he had a relatively good handle on his temper, but his pacience was already tightroping on a very thin line. Having gone back and forth with you for a while, you gave a final rebutal as you turned back to your paper covered desk.

“Even though you could, we both know you won't make me.”

Pacience snaped, shinso enveloped you in his control. He could feel your mind wriggle and fight against his control but he held firm.

“sit on your bed.” he spoke firmly, reaching to grab the bowl of now luke warm soup he had brought up for you, before moving to sit next to you.

“now you are gonna eat.” you put out your hands for teh soup and spoon. Hitoshi liked to think he knew you pretty well and he was danm sure that if he allowed you to feed your self even in this state you would attempt and possobly sucssed in dumping the soup out of spite.

That wouldn't be diffucult to work around. Insted of handing you the bowl, he instead filled the spoon and raised it to your lips himself.

“open your mouth.” your struggle had mostly stopped at this point, seeming resined to your fate. Once he placed the spoon on your tounge you instictuly closed your mouth around it.

“now swallow it all.” you did so without no resistace this time. With you now semmingly willing to cooperate he pulled the spoon from you mouth before releasing his hold on your mind.

“Now that I’ve made my point will you eat?” You nodded your head softly, and without another word of complaint you began to eat. You didn’t seem upset, you didn’t kick him out of your dorm or reprimand him.

Still your silence throughout the rest of his time with you bothered him. Even after he left for the night it ate at him.

had he gone to far? Hitoshi was loath to admit he had begun to enjoy your company. He found that he was devastated at the prospect of losing you, he was stupid for believing you could truly be comfortable with the level of control he could exert over you.

Shinso was almost scared to face you, an immense guilt had hollowed out his chest through the night, he had barely slept.

Instead Hitoshi found that what was going to be your “final confrontation” was nothing more than how you always greeted him, with a bright smile and a cheery call of his name.

Shinso couldn't have known that on that fateful night your dynamic had changed.

That somehow, some way.

His actions alone had changed something in you.

Awaked something in you.

A brat.

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Part 2 in the works

Might be nsfw but I haven’t decided yet

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[notwhatimcalledarchive]

Link

Date: 4/18/2025 Fandom: Katamari Damacy Character: The Prince

[ponlypone]

FELT CAMP!!!

[fraterimperatorr]

The way we watched Copia go from Cardinal to Papa to Frater like he’s an evolving Pokémon.

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

I'm loving the animal reference repository!! Such a fantastic resource and I can't wait to use some of these photos for studies or painting reference. I was just wondering, is there a way to download the photos from the website? On one hand I can imagine you disabled this purposefully to prevent AI scraping or other unwanted use. But at the same time it can be handy for people to have high res photos to work with, and I personally like to have my reference photos in the photoshop file next to my drawing. (Also I was one of the people who asked about contributing photos. I honestly think the first 3 points you mentioned could be worked around quite easily. However the 4th (workload) is one I can't argue against of course. I'll see if I can make a small donation and if you ever do open up contributions... I'll be happy to share!!)

Yes! I want people to be able to save images, and you can! But Squarespace's image gallery setup makes it a pain to do. I've actually got a page on the site showing how to do that - do I need to make it more prominent?

The important thing to know is that when you click on a single image, it opens in a "lightbox" display, which for complicated web reasons won't let you save files directly from it. Saving has to be done when viewing the larger gallery page (the species page with all the images).

On mobile:

In gallery view, tap and hold on the image again you’re interested in saving. Tap “Save to Photos” to save it to your phone.

This will not work if you are viewing a single image full-screen on mobile. If viewing the image full-screen you can take a screenshot, but the resulting image will be lower resolution than if you saved it from the gallery view.

How this looks will vary on Android devices, but I've had friends confirm the pathing is pretty much the same even if the layout is a little different.

On desktop:

In gallery view, right click on the image you want to save and click on the “Save Image As” option.

This will not work if you are viewing a single shot full-screen in lightbox mode. If viewing a photo full-screen you can take a screenshot, but the resulting file will be lower resolution than if you saved it from the gallery view.

This worked when I set the site up, shoot me a note if it's broken since then.

The gallery pages allow me to mass-upload files so I don't have to do individual photo uploads, and they're more responsive on mobile... but this is the downside to that ease of use on the back-end.

[thinkspam]

[endeavorance]

Dear literally everyone

Don’t use Discord or Reddit to organize protests and movements

Please and thank you

[akumanette]

Transparent Marinette and Ladybug artwork from the manga style guide