#i forgot like half of the details <3

[non-un-topo]

More clothing studies, this time from my fic Axis. I was aiming for authenticity while also trying to have each of their personalities show a little bit in their clothing choices. Two for Nicky, to show his layers.

[sysig]

What a stellar event ☀️ (Patreon)

[bi-lil-guy]

Time Doesn't Exist But It Does. This Causes Me Endless Suffering.

[luveline]

I've read your vampire eddie fic and its soo lovely I adore them being weird toghether <3 and I thought how will reader and eddie pass the summer? I totally see her saying shit like Vlad please put on some sunscreen lol and eddie be so grumpy

“It’s not that you don’t like it,” you’re saying. 

“No, that’s exactly what it is.” 

You sit down on the picnic blanket by his hip with a plate of summer fruit sweating in your hands. You’ve dotted a few ice cubes through the mountains of it, water melting, turning pink from the melon and yellow with the pineapple juice as the sun bears down.

“The sun is good for you,” you say, taking a slice of apple with green, bright rind in between two fingers. You have very pretty hands, Eddie’s thought that ever since you met, and they’re prettier still because of how you use them, you’re oh so gentle. “Just like this.” 

He won’t let you feed him, taking the apple as you press it to his lips, juice and water wetting his fingers. “The sun does nothing for me. I’m dead.” 

“Are you?” you ask, a genuine curiosity to your tone as you put the plate in front of him. Eddie, on his front, anticipates your next move before you’ve decided, not just because of his super senses but also because you’re a predictable creature, who loves him very much. Unlikely and true. “I thought you were only half dead,” you say, resting a hand by his ribs and leveraging yourself across his back in a hug. “Well, I thought you were undead.” 

Eddie is regrettably undead. “I forgot you were the expert on my condition,” he says, putting the apple slice in his mouth whole.

“Your condition,” you say, your face slotting into the back of his neck, forcing him to close his eyes and settle into the blanket, grass beneath it crisp from the heat. 

“My vampirism.” 

“Ah, I thought you meant your behavioural issues.” 

“Of course you did.” 

You don’t say anything back. Quiet, your hands slide up in front of his armpits, your head lolling heavily to one side. You mouth a word against his neck, a second and third, but Eddie can’t decipher what it is you’re saying even with his incredible hearing, can only feel the soft curve of your lips as they shutter closed, hot like a fresh bruise beneath his ear. 

Eddie nudges you to slide off of him, turning, cautious of the plate, to offer you his arm, and to see your face more clearly. You’ve forgone any of your fun makeups today, weary of the heat, all your wrinkles and lines in stunning detail under his gaze.

You lay on your side and Eddie lifts the arm that isn’t supporting him with his finger bent into a tight ‘n’ to stroke the skin under your chin. “You’re pretty,” he says, his knuckle rubbing back and forth. 

“You’re beautiful,” you say back. The hair at the nape of your neck is damp with sweat, and as you both lay there in the humidity, a bead of it races suddenly to sink into the fabric of your top. 

“You’re really pretty,” he says, ignoring your deflection —though for you, he doubts it’s a deflection at all, only a thought you’d had and spoken without qualm— in favour of lavishing you with some more love and praise. He opens his palm and touches his fingertips to your cheek, conscious of the heat, stringing the words together slow as the heavy pour of a maple tapper, “I don’t like the sun, it’s hot, and I’m melting, but I don’t think I mind it when you’re here too.” 

Your heart does a jump, to his smugness, an audible caper of your pulse. “Everything’s better when we’re together,” you say. 

He nods severely and lifts your chin just a touch, tilting his head to the side to kiss you. The pressure of his fangs is forgotten, a blood sate too far away to ignore the more nefarious longing that thrums at the centre of his chest, but overpowered anyways by practice, and desire; he’s gotten a thousand times better at kissing you, because you like to be kissed, and he likes to give you anything he can. 

He can’t pretend he doesn’t like this, either. You cover his hand with yours and wade in like a quick tide, pulling back and pushing in, like nips without the pain. Your hand slips into his hair. “I love you,” you say, “but you’re sweating like crazy.” 

“You’re sweating worse,” he says. 

“We’ll have to take a vacation.” 

“Where do you want to go?” 

“Literally everywhere cold.” 

Eddie can’t leave Hawkins. He needs blood, and there’s only one sheriff who’s willing to source it for him. But it’s a nice idea, a fantasy he won’t ruin for you. “Where’d you want to go first?” 

“I wanna go to that place with the Northern Lights. We’d never complain about sweating again.” 

You squint at him. 

“What?” he asks. 

“Where do you want to go?” you ask. 

“Anywhere with you.” 

“Well, you’d have to.” 

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” he asks. 

“I’m your only portable blood bag, Eddie.” 

He lays back on his back, covering his eyes with an arm as the other comes to rest on his soft stomach, whirl of a scar thick beneath his shirt. “Never gonna happen.” 

You shuffle closer to him. “One day,” you say, laying down next to him with your face nearly flat to the blanket, the heat of your body a palpable thickness he wouldn’t change for the world, dehydration inevitable. “You’ll give me a nice sharp kiss and that’ll be that.” 

“Never.” 

“Imagine it.” Your voice turns to a whisper. 

“Never, babe,” he says, he promises, the weight of his arm over his eyes like an iron. 

“I’ll just have to bite you instead.” 

You open your mouth and press your teeth to the hill of his shoulder, dull and wet, your breath like a kiss before you let your lips drift shut and give him a proper one. “Love you,” you say. 

“Love you, freakazoid.” He wrestles you into a cuddle he’ll regret sooner rather than later, wishing his vampirism were better at keeping him cool. He’s cold to the touch most of the time. Right now he’s baking. “But I’m not biting you,” he says into your forehead. 

You laugh breezily. “Not today you’re not. That’s why I made fruit salad.” 

[httpiastri]

literally any driver: burying head in crook of neck, night kisses and shutting the other up with kisses

lacii my love <3<3 did this with lando, hope that's fine! merry christmas again, and i hope you enjoy this!! 😁

"lando, did i tell you about that time when i first met my friend clara?" the words are flowing out of your mouth like you're spitting bars. your boyfriend doesn't even get a chance to answer your question before you've started talking again. "oh my god, it's a great story. you'll love it. so, i was in a french class when my other friend, sarah-"

lando is smiling subconsciously as you ramble on about your adventures, just as you have ever since he picked you up from the club. his fingers help you slip out of your heels – not that you even seem to understand what's going on, way too focused on speaking – before one of his hands lands on your waist. he takes a deep breath to keep his composure and hold back the laughter threatening to burst from his chest at your continuous gibberish, before he guides you to his bedroom with soft touches. he chuckles quietly at the way you almost take the wrong turn and end up in his kitchen, too engaged in your storytelling to remember the layout of his apartment. he isn't surprised, though, because;

alcohol always makes you blabber.

in most situations, you're not the most talkative, preferring to choose your moments to speak with great care. but when you start to get tipsy, it is like you are the world's greatest extrovert. even after getting just a little alcohol in your system, you talk to anyone with ears, somehow assuming that they're really interested in whatever you're ranting about.

thankfully, if you have your friends around, they usually drag you away by your arm, apologizing to the poor stranger to whom you've over-explained the storyline of your favorite movie.

lando learned about this side effect of your drinking early on in your relationship. on your third date, after sharing a few drinks at a local bar, you wouldn't shut up for half an hour, not giving him a second to interject with anything. he'd been surprised, but mostly confused, until he got your text message the following morning: oh my god, i did it... didn't i?

he'd tried to pretend he didn't know what you meant, wanting to put it all behind you, but you'd persisted. i didn't shut up. i never do when i drink. i'm sorry :(

lando was always one to be quick to forgive and forget, not wanting you to feel too bad. everyone does some questionable things when drunk, and he'd seen tons of people act worse than you did. but after that date, there would be uncountably many more occasions of you not being able to hold back when booze was in the picture. award shows, drinking games at home with friends, podium celebrations. once, he even found you outside a club after a race, sitting on the curb with one of your hands petting a stray dog as your other helped you explain the meaning of life. safe to say, he is used to your habits by now.

so tonight, when he picked you up from your night out with a few of your friends, he wasn't surprised that your mouth didn't shut once during the trip back to his apartment. you were excitedly telling him about the people you'd met and the drinks you'd had, so eager to explain every detail to your boyfriend when you were getting into the car that you forgot about everything around you and he had to lean across the console to put on your seatbelt for you.

most of the time, he finds your habit endearing. but sometimes, like right now, it gets just a little tiresome.

"and then, when jamie came around, she was like, what are you doing?, and i was like, i'm just having some fun!"

you're both sitting on the edge of his bed by now, after lando's helped you change into something more comfortable for the night, your mouth still running like you're one of the gilmore girls. you don't even flinch when his hands reach for your cheeks and he stares intently in your eyes – but he can't do anything other than smile.

lando loves your voice. he loves it when you're whispering something in his ear when you're out with friends, when you're ranting to him about some stupid coworker, and maybe especially when you're moaning and whining his name.

but now, he reckons you've talked enough for today. your vocal cords must be sore, and his ears are about to fall off, so it's time to call it a night – and he only sees one way to shut you up.

mid-sentence, lando leans in, pressing his lips to yours. he swallows the yelp you let out in surprise, one of his hands gliding to the back of your neck to keep you close. it doesn't take long for you to relax into the kiss, your lips moving with his while your hands reach for the neckline of his hoodie.

it's so easy to get lost in kissing lando. when he parts the kiss, you find yourself wanting to seal your lips again, already missing the feeling. your mind is now completely blank; all you can think of is the kiss. the man beside you laughs at your hazy expression, utterly amused by how you're suddenly quiet for more than five seconds (something he's sure hasn't happened yet tonight).

when you slowly open your eyes, the very content look on lando's face makes something click in your mind. he sudden kiss, his big grin...

"was i rambling again?"

the silence that follows gives you your answer, and you throw your head back as you let out a little groan. "hey, don't worry about it."

"i really didn't mean to. you know how it is, it just happens, and i don't really feel it as it happens, you know? it's just, the alcohol, it's not my intention. i actually told sarah today that-"

and for the second time, lando pulls you into him, quieting you down with his own lips. this time, as you (for the most part) understand what he's doing, you can't help but giggle into the kiss. your boyfriend matches your smile, taking your bottom lip between his teeth as a joking warning. he lets it flop back against your teeth as he pulls away to look at you again, but you've already lunged forward, head resting against his shoulder.

"i'm sorry," you start, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. "i really am."

his arms snake around your waist before he leans back against the bed, pulling you down with him and into his side. "don't be," he answers, one of his hands reaching up to the back of your head, stroking your hair. "it's cute. you're cute." you continue hiding in his skin and he makes himself more comfortable in bed, pulling the blanket over you both. "we'll talk more tomorrow, okay?"

he feels you shake your head. "i'm done talking. i've talked enough. you know those tiktok videos where you only have a certain amount of words you're allowed to say every year? that's me. i've run out of words, i used them all today."

"oh yeah, i can tell," lando chuckles, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "close your eyes, baby. tell me about those tiktok videos tomorrow."

"didn't you hear me? i said no more words. i won't talk tomorrow because-"

lando sighs. it's going to be a long night.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

I Want Better For You (part 3.5)

part 1 | Masterpost | Part 3

Tim sat on the edge of his bed in Titan’s Tower, his mind going like a hamster on a wheel, a mile a minute and getting nowhere. In his hands he held the note left for him by Red Hood! It was a serious security breach that he had gotten in here at all. Obviously Tim knew he was smart, he had been Robin before Tim after all, you couldn’t do that job without being smart as hell and strong as heck. But he had upgraded the security himself when he joined the team, no one should have been able to get into the tower, let alone into his room to leave the note.

At least it wasn’t a bad note? In fact it was… nice, it was a kind offer. They had to know that if he did this he would spy, he wouldn’t even be able to help it because he’d always had a detective's mind, yet still they offered. 

Of course there was always a possibility that it was a trap of some type but Tim really didn’t think it was. Jason had proved he could get into the Tower, if he wanted Tim dead or kidnapped he could have just done it.

He should talk to his team about this, he should talk to Bruce about this, but for the moment he just held the note. Robin had always been his hero, sure it was Dick he’d first recognized because of the Flying Grayson connection, but Jason had been His Robin. Tim had idolized Jason, and been completely devastated when he died. Ya he had become Robin to help Bruce, but it was to memorialize Jason as well.

He knew that Jason wasn’t the same as he’d been before his death, but… while he was dead Tim had gotten used to thinking of him like a brother. A part of him desperately wanted to take this note at face value, to forget all about the violence, and the crimes, and just take the olive branch and bond with his childhood hero. But he was going to be smart about this.

He was going to go, of course he was, but he needed to put safety measures in place and some sort of plan. Though he probably still wasn’t going to tell B about it, he was overprotective and would grill Tim for any bit of information he managed to gleen, and if he wanted any real info he would have to do a long con. Best he could do right now would be to have Superboy listen in, set up a code word, and have Impulse ready for an extraction if needed then… well he’d tell Batman when he needed to.

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It took about a week to talk Superboy into letting him go but it wasn’t exactly hard to set up as minimal of plans as he had, including wearing a hidden wire to record whatever happened. As long as it worked, Tim had heard tech had a habit of messing up around Hyena if he didn’t want them working. 

He didn’t bother thinking of an excuse, he didn’t think he needed one. Wanting to get to know them would be enough, especially if he was going to rely on them for anything in the future. 

So, feeling tense and keeping to the shadows he entered Crime Alley on a slow night with his friends behind him, figuratively speaking. He moved a bit deeper in, grappling up to the roof of a building, feeling a little lost and listless. He did know vaguely where to find these two, but Crime Alley wasn’t a small place, and now that he was in their territory he didn’t know where to go, it’s not like they knew where Hood and Hyena lived, or their base of operations. 

It seemed like he didn’t need to though, because while he was standing on the roof thinking he saw someone coming, leaping from one building to the other with reckless abandon. They weren’t even using a grapple as they free ran and made jumps Tim was pretty sure should have been impossible. Tim knew who it was before they were close enough to see detail because Hood still used a grapple, the only one who acted like that was Hyena.

Sure enough Hood’s lover skidded to a halt across the roof in front of Tim, grinning to the point he could see it a little past the muzzle he wore. He didn’t have any weapons out, not that that meant anything, half the time Hyena forgot to use the clawed brass knuckles he carried and fought with bare hands. Tim was tense, ready to fight or flee but Hyena was not, he seemed relaxed and didn’t approach, keeping his hands visible. 

“Hey there little birdy, what can I do for ya?” Hyena asked, he didn’t have a Gotham accent but it was a little hard to tell where exactly it was from.

“I got Red Hood’s note. I just wanted to talk, introduce myself properly and meet you before I decide to take you up on any of the offers.” Tim said honestly.

“Of course!” Hyena agreed, pulling his phone out of a hidden pocket on the inside of his cropped jacket. “I’ll text Hood, ask him to pick up some food for us and we can have a little rooftop picnic and chat for a bit. How’s that sound?”

“Sounds good,” Tim said, not sure why he was surprised by the offer.

“Any requests? The lifestyle sure builds up an appetite huh? And I certainly hope you’re still growing,” Hyena teased, cackling at Tim’s expression of indignation. Hyena wasn’t that much taller than him!

“Coffee,” He requested, finally relaxing a little.

“Hmm,” Hyena sounded judgmental as he tapped at his phone. “Fine, it’s your bone density that’s at stake not mine.” He pressed send, waited a moment and his phone dinged with a reply. “Great, he’ll be on his way soon, with picking up food he’ll probably be about a half hour,” Hyena said, pocketing his phone again and flopping down, as if the rooftop was a soft bed. “I know it’s probably Hood you really came to see but is there anything I can tell you in the meantime? Let’s stick to small talk though huh? I know how you bats and birds are, but I also know you’re wearing a wire, and I’m not interested in spilling my guts.” 

“Alright, ya that’s fair. Hood mentioned in the note that you know a lot about astronomy?” Tim mentioned, finally sitting down with his legs crossed as well.

“Oh ya, I was totally obsessed with it for most of my life, I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid and learned everything I could about space and engineering,” Hyena confirmed casually.

“This is a long way from being an astronaut,” Tim pointed out.

“Ya, well, things don’t always go the way you plan you know? Sometimes you get kidnapped by mad scientists and experimented on to the point you go a little around the bend,” Hyena snickered. Tim wasn’t sure if he was being serious, or self referential, or not.

“Riiight, well, what are your favourite space facts then?” Tim asked, just to pass the time really. Hyena brightened immediately and was happy to start sharing a bunch of random facts. 

It ended up in a back and forth of fun facts, aerospace vs chemistry and both of them could go shot for shot when it came to engineering. Tim realized, a bit belatedly, that Hyena is way smarter than Tim had given him credit for. That was disconcerting but… if they ended up getting alone Tim thought he could have a lot of fun tinkering with him.

“Incoming,” Hood broke into their conversation, warning them before he landed on the roof so he wouldn’t startle them. “Hey there Timmy,” He said as he walked over to crouch next to Danny, handing him a few bags of batburger and a tray of drinks before taking off his helmet. He was wearing a domino underneath it but it wasn’t like Tim didn’t already know his identity. “Got your coffee, I bet if you took off that domino your eye bags would be nearly as dark as the mask. Never enough time to sleep between school, social life, and nightlife.” Jason said, taking the tray of drinks back from Hyena, who promptly started digging through the bag with his now free hands, and handed the coffee cup to Tim.

“If you drop out of school to play hero I will personally kick your ass,” Jason said pointing at Tim warningly. 

“Uhhh,” Tim sounded, shifting a little awkwardly because he couldn’t deny he had already thought about dropping out. He looked down and took a sip of the coffee, which wasn’t great, but hey. “Why do you care?”

“Neither Hyena or I got to finish school because we died before graduation,” Hood said simply, which was a punch in the gut, and new information about Hyena. “I want better for you.” 

Tim didn’t know how to respond to that.

Hyena finished rummaging through the bag with a little yip of delight and started distributing the food, handing Hood a bag and taking a box of chicken wings, a burger, and some fries for himself before handing off the rest to Tim. “Looks like Hood didn’t know what you wanted and bought half the store, whatever you don’t eat I’ll finish,” Hyena joked as Tim took the bag. “Shit I forgot my sauces,” Hyena grumbled, staring at his nuggets with a little pinch between his brows. 

“What sauce are you looking for?” Tim asked, looking through the bag.

“Sweet and sour,” Hyena said brightly and Tim found the sauce and tossed it to Hyena, who hummed happily and took off his mask to eat. He was completely barefaced now and Tim couldn’t help but stare a little just because of how casual he was being about this. “What?” Hyena asked, catching Tim staring. 

“Hey I know he’s cute but he’s taken,” Hood joked, slinging an arm around Hyena’s shoulders who cackled and leaned back against Jason.

“No!” Tim said, cursing his fair skin for showing his blush, not because Hood was right of course, he was just embarrassed! “I mean, that’s not what I was thinking, I’m just surprised you took off your mask,” He told Hyena.

“It’s not like you haven’t seen it before I’m sure. I’m sure you and the bats have already figured out my ‘civilian identity’ or whatever. It’s not like I have anything to protect really, I only have the mask and the outfit because I like the aesthetic.” Hyena said, gesturing down at himself. 

“Fair enough I guess…” Tim said before looking back at Hood. “How did you get into Titan’s Tower?”

“Trade secrets Timmy, I’d rather talk about you. How’s school? You got a girlfriend or boyfriend?” Jason asked with a shit eating grin as Tim sputtered indignantly and then took a big bite of his burger to avoid having to answer such an invasive question! Especially with Superboy definitely listening in.

[k-hotchoisan]

(Updated version because I forgot to add one more detail!) Hello! Can I request an ATEEZ smut based on the song I Want You by SB19? Any member will do please?

Here's the Music Video: https://youtu.be/s25Yi6pZnMs?si= ZpzmmV6Yvy1Wa4bZ

And the sound Audio:

https://open.spotify.com/track /16GGH8OF6LISUTTbm8421f?si= 2zklm5olQIKxp2yodrwv1Q

Note: SB19 is a boy group from the Philippines (Which is my country (I'm born from the Philippines by the way haha))), which they became super popular because of the song "GENTO" (Which the song became super popular they did the dance challenge.) (San did that dance challenge! (https://youtu.be/zn8GzEhPqkl?si= qrHRBKWcasrAW2HC))

Thabk you and have a great time. 🌹

~Queennie

Hey Queennie (and also to my fellow readers) Thank you for waiting for this. I was in a rut and not mentally doing well. I hope you haven’t forgotten about me 😭🩷

Also note: YES IVE HEARD ABOUT SB19!! The song got me side eyeing in the best ways possible HAHAHA

The girl in front of him is stunning, but even when he’s all over her, he can’t seem to get you out of his head. So when his phone buzzes and it’s you, he finds himself standing before you with another chance he’s willing to gamble.

Genres/warnings: smut, angst(?) cream pies, orgasms, unprotected sex, fwb to exes to lovers?, Mingi is actually so hung up on you, reconciliation

🩷 Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs

10 months.

10 months since you both stopped talking.

Mingi thought he’d move on by then. The girl in front of him was absolutely stunning, her hands hanging loosely around his neck. She smells like vanilla, but he feels that it’s overpowering. He can’t really see her under the dim flashing lights of the club, but he doesn’t pull away when her hands pull his neck closer to kiss her.

He tastes the fruity cocktail in between her lips, and he can think about is the taste of yours, the feeling of your lips pressed against his. The mere thought of it quickly turns into something he craves. Something he was deprived of for 10 months. Mingi’s hands that were on her waist shift lower down her sides, while she pulls him closer and deeper into the kiss. She thinks they’re getting lost in it. Mingi is definitely lost, though, not in the kiss.

All he thinks about is how your waist feels when he slowly touches her up, and his cock strains against his jeans when he thinks of the way you would moan in his mouth, while your hands run all over him, and how you’d edge him slowly with your hands around his cock while you make him melt against your lips. He’d always pull back breathless and desperate. Always.

His eyes slowly open when she pulls back.

Fuck.

Mingi feels guilty. It’s as if he’s doing something wrong to you. It’s driving him fucking nuts that he can’t see you, and the worst part of it all is that it was his fault. So damn fucked up that he was the one who initiated to stop whatever the two of you had.

“Mingi”, she calls out and his attention snaps back to her. This is his third date with this chick he met online, but for some reason, she simply looks like a stranger. Her fingers tap along his jaw.

“Should we go your place or mine?” She asks as she tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.

Mingi doesn’t even realise he’s half hard. But she probably did. He weighs his decisions. And then he realises he really wants to fuck.

But fuck her? He’s hesitant. He obviously has someone else in mind.

“Not today. I have plans early tomorrow”, he lies. She’s about to pout and try to convince him, until she’s interrupted by Mingi’s phone buzzing in his pants.

“Sorry, give me a moment”, he pauses to take the call. He puts his cell to his ear and his breath is stuck in his throat when he hears who’s at the other end of the line.

“Yunho…? Could you pick me up?”

Mingi blinks. The fact that you broke the no contact meant that you never blocked him even though you said you would. His heart is racing in his ears.

“Hello? Yunho? Are you there?”

It makes him snap out his trance a little.

“Yeah. Where are you at?”

“Uhh, the family mart near xxx club. I’m tryna sober up.”

You’re near. It’s not too far away.

“Okay. I’ll be there in ten.”

“Thanks. Oh, and don’t tell Mingi.”

That’s all you say before you hang up on him. He’s still in disbelief. No, wait, maybe it’s a chance. He glances down at the girl, who’s starting to look impatient.

“Uh. Something just came up. I’m sorry we had to cut this short but it’s kind of an emergency.”

That’s when Mingi realises he’s a fucking terrible liar.

She rolls her eyes, evidently annoyed at the interference. Mingi doesn’t even let her respond before he nods quickly and disappears into the crowd and out of the club. He knows that this will have repercussions, but it’s one he’s willing to risk.

There you are. Still looking absolutely breathtaking even when you’re trying to keep yourself together despite the alcohol. It was as if the 10 months never happened. He’s breathless from almost sprinting to where you were at.

He stands before you, watching the way you’re scrolling through your phone mindlessly, the light from the screen illuminating the tear stains on your cheeks. Were you crying? He takes a breath, wondering how you’d react to seeing him after 10, long, agonising months.

“Y/n.”

Your eyebrows scrunch for a second at the familiar husky voice. You look up, and your mind blanks out when you see Mingi standing right before you.

“Mingi? What the fuck are you doing here? Did Yuyu send you here? Fucking son of a-“

“It wasn’t Yunho,” Mingi cuts you off. “It was me who you called.”

You blink slowly at him, processing what he just said before narrowing your eyes at him.

“There’s no fucking way. I’m pretty sure I blocked you”, you reply with a frown, before opening your call logs, scrolling through and your frown is replaced quickly with wide eyes and disbelief.

Goddamn, did you sober up quick after that. You glance back at Mingi, who has an unreadable expression on his face. You cover your face with your hands, feeling your face flush, but definitely not from the alcohol this time.

Mingi takes a seat beside you, leaning forward towards you. His heart is racing as fast as a race car right now. It’s been forever since he’s this close to you.

“Ugh. This is so embarrassing”, you mutter in your hands before you drop them to your lap.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about”, he assures, which only makes you more flustered and borderline irritated.

“You could have called Yunho. You didn’t have to come”, you jab, not wanting to look at him, because he’s staring at you so intently. To Mingi, at least, you’re like home. The relationship you both had no label, all because he was so fucking foolish for thinking it would never be more than what it was.

He was wrong, clearly, because now he’s here beside you, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.

He’s determined.

Determined to make things right, at least.

“I was the one who you called, not Yunho,” Mingi replies, unwavering.

“It was a mistake”, you sigh, feeling the tears pool around your eyes. Even though Mingi is the last person on earth you wanted to see now, you can’t help but crave for him.

“No it wasn’t. Do you know what’s an actual mistake?” Mingi retorts back. His back is straightened, and he wears a frown.

Your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. Probably coming over? Probably seeing you again? Probably you? You remember how it started like it was fresh from yesterday—it started when he had trapped you on the couch, his tall frame looming over yours when he was trying to get back at you for teasing him.

Like a spark, it ignited bright and burned like a forest fire. So intense that you couldn’t get him out of your system. You pretended you were okay with the arrangement even though the flames were burning through your feelings too. Everything about it was so addicting. If this was forest fire, you were the moth. Until three months later, he suddenly called it off.

“We should stop. I’m not sure what I want right now.”

You shut your eyes and your head spins. “What?”

Mingi swallows hard before his words leave his mouth, “whatever I said 10 months ago. That was a mistake.”

You scrunch your eyebrows, staring at Mingi. And it was a fucking mistake. He’s looking at you with those fucking puppy eyes he knows you’re weak for. Well, now you’re completely sober. But you don’t follow. Why the fuck is he telling you all of this now?

“Elaborate”, you challenge, facing the male.

Mingi covers it up very well but you can tell that he’s getting nervous and flustered.

“Calling it off. It was a mistake,” he answers, his fists balling.

You scoff, even though your heart is bursting. No, you’re not surrendering to him. Not yet. “You’re telling me this now? Weren’t you seeing someone?”

“Was”, he replies a little too quickly, a little too enthusiastically. “Then you called.”

There is a drawn out silence between the both of you momentarily.

“Let’s go. I’ll bring you home, y/n.”

You stare at him for a moment as another load of silence follows. You know it’s a bad idea. You know you shouldn’t let him in again.

Mingi seems to pick up on your concern and distance, and especially your coldness. “I won’t do anything to you. I promise. I’ll leave if you want me to. But it’s not safe for you to just be alone here.”

You know he’s right. He may be an asshole for doing what he did but at least you know Mingi is a man of his word.

His hand is outstretched towards you, and you hesitantly let your fingers graze against his palm. Mingi swears he feels electricity shoot down his spine just from your touch, and a simple one—just a soft brush of your fingers has him ready to be on his knees for you.

You let go quickly when you regain composure and follow Mingi to his car.

The ride back is quiet, much to your relief, letting you sober up as you let the cold night wind brush along your cheeks. What you don’t realise is the amount of glances Mingi casts you when he stops at the red light, and he sees the soft glow of your tear stains.

Mingi pulls over, and as before you could unbuckle the seatbelt with your own two hands, Mingi’s big frame looks over you, his face inches away from you. His gaze catches yours and you hold a breath, expecting him to do something.

Which he does—unbuckle your seat.

In truth, Mingi really wants to kiss you. So bad. To feel you up. He’s so starved it’s insane how he survived ten whole months after foolishly breaking off something that shouldn’t even mean anything. Something that was just simply casual.

“I won’t lay a finger on you if you don’t want me to”, Mingi reminds you as he pulls the car door open for you to leave.

At your doorstep, he doesn’t leave just yet though. He haphazardly dumps his keys onto the little tray you have to hold yours. You don’t say anything. After all, this place was once where he resided with you. He knew it like the back of his hand.

Just like you.

It’s a hard feeling to shake, you think. The familiarity rushes back to you, as if the 10 months never happened. You wish it didn’t.

You push past him and he watches you (thankfully) walk a straight line towards your bathroom. He lets you freshen up, and tells himself he won’t stay for too long—just long enough to make sure you’re alright and going to sleep in peace. He shuts his eyes for a while, letting the soft, cold blows of the air conditioner prick his cheeks.

You step out of the shower, and you see him sprawled on the couch, his slow breaths heavy and steady. Despite every bone in your body telling you not to, you take a seat beside him. He stirs slightly before his sleepy eyes meet yours, barely open before he turns away, combing back his hair.

“You shouldn’t drive if you’re tired, Mingi”, you say. “Go take a shower. I’ll pass you your clothes.”

A prick blooms at the corner of your heart when you say that. You never had the courage to contact Mingi to return his clothes when he was staying over. You were sure you had your clothes kept at his place too. Mingi nods as he leaves for the bathroom, leaving you with your web of thoughts. The resentment was boiling whenever you thought about it, and especially when you are in your room, pulling out the lowest drawer and reluctantly reaching out to feel the fabric that Song Mingi wore, some you wore too and you knew he loved it when you did that.

How did you let him lure you into a situation ship like this?

You dump his clothes onto the counter and climb onto your bed. There was no awkwardness, just tension, and a lot of unspoken words. Words that you were determined to pull out of him so you could finally move on in peace.

There he was, leaving the shower looking like a whole new person. His eyes look a lot softer now, accompanying his damp hair when he has his make up removed. He doesn’t get on the bed.

“What are you trying to get at, Song Mingi?” You question, your eyes darting to him, your fingers tugging each other in anxiety. “We weren’t anything to begin with.”

Mingi presses his lips before he speaks, making sure he doesn’t say it wrongly. “I’m not over you.”

He says it with such distinction that you’re almost taken aback. He catches your confused gaze. But he continues.

“I can’t move on.”

You only scoff. “And that’s my problem, because?”

It’s only then he slowly inches towards you, and you’ve never seen it before in his eyes—desperation?

But you hate that you’re feeling the exact same way. Deep inside you wonder if things could go back to the way they were.

“No. That’s my problem, y/n.” Mingi responds, his finger nervously pinching against the bedsheets. “I’m still hung up over you even after all of this.”

It’s a trap. A trap so big and obvious that a bear could fucking see it from a mile away.

“I shouldn’t have said what I said. I was immature and confused about where that would have gone”, he sighs. “Especially during all the days you’d spend with me. And before I realised what I had done, I had already fallen for you, so hard.”

Your eyes narrow.

“Coward”, you spit, knowing you were in the exact predicament, for a spilt second, on the end of being foolish—thinking that it had meant something to him.

His fingers brushed against yours, his eyes wandering to your figure as more tears stream down your face. Why were you even crying again? He’s obviously playing around with you.

Mingi is on the bed now, inches away from you, his hands gently lifting your face, his thumbs brushing away the burning tears.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you. Out of every mistake I’ve made with you, this was the worst.”

You’re lured into his pretty eyes again, like a puppy begging for forgiveness. You grow so weak every time. You press the side of your cheek onto Mingi’s large and warm hands, the comfort of it never once foreign to you. He brushes his thumb against your cheek.

And Mingi then decides to just throw all of his cards in, his heart like sledgehammer as he lets those words slip from his lips.

“Tell me you want me”, Mingi whispers, his fingertips brushing against your neck to hold your gaze with his—so intense, so overwhelming. “And I’ll be yours.”

Such an obvious trap.

“I want you”, you whisper back, looking at him through your wet lashes.

Mingi feels his heart pounding and fireworks explode in his head. He was ready for you to push his hands away, chase him out, tell him you never want to see him again.

Mingi glances down at your lips and then back into your eyes, before you shut yours and let him completely trap you. Rash decision, stupid decision — your mind is screaming at you while you’re tasting the memories Mingi left you in his kiss. His hands slide down your back, letting lie down properly onto the bed. He pauses in to take in the sight of you—so endearing and gentle. He feels that he should be jailed for wanting to ruin it all and keep it for himself. The thought that no other men could have you like this comforts him, for now, at least.

Mingi tugs against your nightwear, lifting it over your head in one swift gesture before he’s back to kissing you with much desperation. There it is. Your taste. The only one that matters for the rest of his life. His cravings will never be satisfied. If it’s you, he wants more, more, more.

He pulls back, watching the way you’re so flushed and gorgeous. He turns you around, letting your shoulder hit his chest and he presses against you, his erection enough to convey how he feels, that’s for sure.

His fingers brush so lightly against your shoulders, the electric running down your back until he reaches your waist.

“I love you. I adore you”, he hums into your ear, melting every and any sense of rationale that remained in you, no answer but soft whimpers escape your lips as he kisses the nape of your neck to your shoulders, his fingers wet with spit, rolling your nipples in between them. Jagged breaths are the only thing that barely keep you intact for now, before your head is on his shoulder, begging for him.

“It’s been awhile. Don’t you think that’ll be a tight fit, baby?” Mingi questions, his boxers now off and his cock pressing hard against your ass.

You squeeze your thighs in response at the thought of his cock just splitting you open like before. It’s so tempting.

You feel something press against your wet folds, and it’s his fingers. Mingi’s free hand coaxes your thighs to open up and relax for him as his fingers slip right into your sopping cunt, and you gasp. Mingi’s arm snakes around your waist, and one of your opened leg is trapped by Mingi—he’s making sure you don’t close, not until he makes you cream and scream everywhere. You palm against his bare erection, pumping him so painfully slow for the sake of listening to his low, breathy groans right in your ear. He never fails to tell you how much he loves it—when you flick your wrist teasingly at make sure he hears the wet squelching sounds. But for now, your concentration is everywhere, especially when Mingi is stuffing you full with two of his fingers, brushing teasingly against the spongy spot he knows that drives you up the wall.

Your eyes flutter open, completely letting go of his cock. “M-Mingi”, you squeal when his fingers not only curl against the spongy area, but also repetitively fucks your pretty hole stupid, cream completely staining his fingers as it only lubes your clit for him to rub his finger on. Your mind is in a haze, only the thought of letting Mingi finger fuck an orgasm out of you prominent.

So good that you try to wipe the drool seeping past your lips. The feeling builds up so quickly, Mingi notices the way you’re clenching around your fingers. The way you’re grabbing onto his arm and pressing your face into his neck, telling him, “cumming. I’m cumming, Mingi. Fuck me”, was enough for him to pull his fingers out, and stuff his cock in—while you were still mid orgasm, clenching and fluttering with his cock in you. Mingi has his eyes rolled back at the sensation of you just clenching around him, giving your clit wet circular movements to send you over the fucking moon. You’re barely down from your high, panting when you realise that Mingi is inching himself inside you.

Your breath is stuck in your throat when his cock is fully in you, all the way to the brim. Mingi sighs in pleasure—this is what he loves. This is the familiarity he could never get tired of—or rather—crave so fucking badly.

Your mind had completely been melted. Sex with Mingi was always so mind blowing. You hate to swear that you would never get enough. His cock is so big and you love how well he fits into you, and his comments of, “fit me so fucking good, baby. I think if I move I’ll just cum”, as he hisses and forces himself to hold back for bursting.

Mingi’s fingers press against your jaw, your attention seeping back to him. He looks at you lovingly before he watches your face contort with pleasure the moment he pulls back, then fucks you with a thrust.

“You don’t know how much I want you”, he whines, even with his cock just pounding into you from below. “I promise I’ll treat you better. Love you better. Fuck you better.”

You’d let Mingi do whatever he wanted with you. That’s the honest fucking truth. You know you were gonna regret this. Everything is screaming at you at one moment and then completely muted when Mingi’s husky voice lulls you over.

“That’s my good girl. Oh god. You’re good at taking my cock.”

Heaven would jealous at how good you’re feeling being fucked by Song Mingi.

You tremble slightly, more tears pooling at the corner of eyes. Not from sadness or melancholy. The only kind that Mingi is able to pull out from you when his cock is deep inside you.

“It’s okay. That’s a good girl. Let it go for me”, he hums into your ear, his arms holding you down despite the fact that your orgasm is hitting you in waves, spots of white bursting into your eyelids as you feel tour cunt convulse against Mingi’s cock, cream just gathering at the base of his dick as he still continues to jut his cock right into you, sending your legs shaking with pleasure. He swears he wants to record your orgasms and seal it somewhere where only he can access it. He could get addicted.

His thrusts turn more desperate. The loud sounds of wet cock fucking a wet pussy echoing around the walls while you’re crying Mingi’s name.

“That’s a good princess”, he assures, rubbing your thighs, even though sticky with fluids before he thrusts himself right into you for the final time, your legs trembling.

“So much. Mingi, that’s so much”, you swallow hard as you feel him pump his cum right into you. Even that feels so fucking heavenly.

“It’s all for you, princess. We can keep going. I’ll always have more for you. So much that it’ll leak out of your pretty hole for days on end”, he utters so softly in your ear. Your eyes are still glazed from the mind-numbing pleasure. The last thing you could remember was a kiss planted on your forehead before a muffled “Goodnight”, before you completely doze off, your worries saved for the next day.

Morning kicks in, and your eyes are barely able to open, the exhaustion weighing on you from the previous night, so does the realisation. Fuck. You rise up, your hand on your forehead. Then you realise another thing—the other half of your bed is empty. You reach out to your phone on the nightstand—no messages either. Frustration builds in your body. But this time, it was your own foolishness to blame you think to yourself, as you slide off the bed, the soreness of your lower body a burning reminder of what transpired the night before. Instead of the bitterness that lingers in your mouth, you wonder if that should have been your closure.

Freshened up, you walk to your kitchen area to grab a meal, and your eyes widen.

Mingi stands there, pulling the plastic cover off. He pauses briefly when his eyes meet yours.

“Hey. Good morning”, Mingi greets, his morning voice dropping an octave lower. He seems completely fine, as long as you aren’t able to hear his heartbeat going at miles per hour. Would you just chase him out? Would you promise to never see him again? His mouth is dry again, even though he’s had a couple of glasses of water thinking about what to say to you.

“I bought takeout. Come and have some”, he gestures. You don’t question it, taking the seat across him. You follow his movements—the way he settles the utensils—handing you yours first, before he pours you a cup of water. Then he sits himself comfortably.

There is another moment of silence before you speak up.

“About last night…”

You see the grip on his chopsticks tighten.

“Wasn’t a mistake either”, he says, his gaze trailing the food before he meets yours.

“Is it?” You reply, shoving a couple of egg rolls into your mouth. You didn’t expect that answer from him.

“I thought I could move on. But no matter how many girls I came across, it was always you. No one felt as right as you did. I was scared before, but I’m not now.”

You can’t meet his eyes. You’re unsure if it’s because of swirl of emotions that have started bubbling, or because you’ve denied it for so long, that it’s beginning to slowly bleed out.

“Let me make it up to you. For the 10 months”, Mingi professes. “If you’ll have me.”

You finally are able to hold his gaze. Your mind is swimming is dopamine, but you’re not about to let him have the satisfaction, just yet. A small smile curls at the corner of your lips.

“Then you better do a good job.”

[mecachrome]

landoscar ao3 stats — 2023 overview

notes

retrieved ~sometime in march 2024

methodology: scraped metadata for every fic in the landoscar tag and...... that's it. however one important constraint is that all temporal data is date updated (not posted), so the above timeline isn't exactly a true representation of fic growth but rather how many fics were last-updated at that time. of course this is still its own reflection of fandom health in a way since dead fandoms don't update old fic but well... it's just not quite the same!

this is just info about general trends, fic content, tags etc... so nothing about kudos/comments or any authors specifically

i decided to focus solely on fics last-updated in 2023 (unless otherwise mentioned) because i wanted a tidy set that i can maybe compare & contrast in a year's time, because i expect a lot of details to look different then (tho as stated above this set isn't exactly static... 🤷‍♀️)

ngl i had to re-scrape a bunch of times because i forgot about it for like 3 weeks and then there were 100 new fics 😭 so if there are some minor discrepancies across the post it's because of that halfskh.

also i wanted to include more global comparisons (aka how 814 stack up against the f1 rpf tag in general), but this is also considerably difficult in some contexts since i can't exactly scrape 31,000+ fics can i... or i didn't even want to entertain the thought of trying to do so!!!

why did i do this? who knows.

anyway here's some viz T__T

ship growth

as evidenced in the opening graph, landoscar have been a very fast-growing ship over the past year — although interestingly enough they didn't really start growing substantially until july / the ~better half~ of the 2023 season. here are two views showing their "growth" (by date updated) alongside two other ships on the fringes of the f1 rpf top 10 (sebchal & galex):

landoscar are very much on-track to surpass them and officially enter the top 10 soon, likely before mid-april ❗️ :o

ship characteristics

onto the ship content — another thing i was mildly curious about was how landoscar differs in certain areas from other f1 ships, or the f1 rpf "global" average you could say. for example, here's a breakdown of rating popularity in their ao3 tag:

seeing as explicit is their most common rating, and that i don't necessarily expect this to be true for all ships/fandoms, i compared these percentages with the general f1 rpf tag to see whether some ratings are more commonly represented in 814 fic than average, which produced interesting results:

do lando ships simply skew more HornyTM in general? is it oscar? a secret third thing??? who knows... actually i think it would be fun to do more analysis in this direction but that can wait for another time!!!

similarly i also wanted to see which ships are the most "public" on ao3, as in have the highest share of fic that isn't user-locked... i will refrain from peppering in my feelings about the 4th wall too heavy-handedly but i was curious to see whether some sort of perhaps... er, generational gap (?) of sorts between ships that are more public vs. not could be identified. however i don't pretend to have any takeaways from this LOL i conclude absolutely nothing. (for ref landoscar is currently 72% public, vs. a global avg of 63%)

note that this graph is current stats, not filtered for 2023

looking at relationship tags, i also wanted to know whether landoscar suffer noticeably from Second-Ship Syndrome, so i tallied the first-tagged ship of every fic to find out. i know this doesn't necessarily mean that it's always the "main" ship but it's a good enough approximation. the results were quite positive!

filtered to top ships with count of >1 only

i then also calculated the number of ships tagged for each fic to discern the profile of multi-shipping in 814 ficdom; i did have to do a little bit of string standardization (all instances of implied / background / hinted collapsed to hinted for simplicity's sake + removal of other redundancies), but otherwise i left everything mostly untouched.

as you can see, landoscar also have a fairly promising amount of OTP: TRUE fic:

by the time you get to the fics with 10+ ships tagged, landoscar are less likely to be the primary ship, which makes sense just on a basic statistical level... this is also a very small sample size though

i also lazily tallied the 10 most common ships that weren't NOR/PIA or NOR & PIA to diff their shares of the 814 tag vs. of the general f1 rpf tag, to see which other pairings are more represented in the 814 tag than on average (because lestappen are the most popular by pure count but this is also true of fandom in general, so it would be a misrepresentation to say that their popularity is out of the ordinary):

maxiel's gap isn't really that surprising since i think that, generationally, in terms of when both pairings were teammates there is quite a gap; with carlando—actually let me tally this again but including all instances of "implied" and "past" as being part of the same ship, since that's how ao3 tag-wrangles as well:

Aha ! obviously as a direct ship there is competition between 814 and other lando or oscar ships, but this difference is somewhat less pronounced once we include all formats. tbh none of this really means anything but i thought i'd add it anyway... (it's also very possible that there are several errors in this, in which case my b 😔)

before we move on to additional tags, there are a few more basic characteristics of 814 fic we can calculate. i realize i never offered an overview of Super Basic Stats, so here are a few:

plus, looking at word counts, here is a distribution of those in 2023-updated fic, which shows that a majority of 814 fics were under the 5k mark:

85% of landoscar fics were under 10k & nearly 97% under 25k

i don't really have any reason to believe that landoscar's wc stats differ significantly from average ? so this is kind of just Data To Have Data, and it most likely reflects normal ao3 trends in general... but i thought i'd include it anyway because i already made it lol. similarly, here are word count distributions but stratified by rating:

& same info but heat map view:

i feel like this is also probably something you'd find across fandom in general — that gen fic is likely to have a higher share of under 1k works, since Building Up to sexual content often takes... Literal & Metaphorical Foreplay ! and the longer a fic is the more opportunities an author has to include a sex scene or other explicit content (ofc, not necessarily just porn but also graphic violence & so on). but i thought this was fun to visualize haha

additional tags & aus?

back in my old f1 rpf stats post, i made a table comparing fluff/angst "ratios" (not exactly a direct ratio because of how tag wrangling works, but an approximation) of the most popular f1 ships, and now that landoscar are somewhat popular i thought i'd first do an update:

also current data, not 2023 to make things easier

just like before, simi are one of the most fluffy ships and brocedes are by far the most angsty, but it's interesting to see 814 also extremely high up on the charts, with far and away the lowest % of angst. will be exciting 2 see how that holds or changes as the seasons progress !

finally, i also wanted to do a bit of au/additional tag analysis because you can kind of see this when you use additional filters on ao3 but the previews are limited and get bogged down by the prevalence of *checks notes* Fluff, Angst, PWP, Anal Sex and what have you. which are nice stats to have and all but what of the rest !

disclaimer that the set for these tables is a biiiit outdated because by the time i'd wrangled everything i was like I Am Not Changing It Again. unfortunately i clean my data with shoddy queries and regex functions in googsheetz...

there were 48 tags with at least 10 instances from 2023 fics, shown below, with ones that are (some ~vaguely) nsfw in red just to kind of get a rough sense of which tags get commonly used in M/E fic:

getting a bit too much into small sample size / specific fic territory so if you're an author i sincerely apologize for that... do not mean 2 put u on blast... TT__TT but i also tried to tally the most popular aus people write for 814, which is a bit dubious because people tag in really different ways and i had to accommodate for a lot of string formats but ... it's close enough ! (?)

i feel like this is very little interesting info but idk what else to add so i will stop here for now... well!!! if you made it to the end i hope u learned something or even vaguely enjoyed reading T__T and most of all thank you :')

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[moonstruckme]

Hii! I really love ur writing<3

Could i request Sirius black x fem!reader where her hair is really fluffy but after she has showered her hair is like kindy wavy-ish but she brushes it out and it becomes really fluffy. But then Sirius sees that and is like "u have curly hair" but reader is like "nope". So sirius convinces her and shows her his hair routine and it turns out she does have curly hair and all the fluff and everything?

English is not my first languages so I hope that I'm being clear about what i mean😭 sorry for any mistakes.

Feel free to ignore this if you want<33

No worries my love, this was super clear! I didn't learn how to make my curly hair look good until a few years ago, so this was sooo relatable haha! Thanks for requesting :)

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Sirius knocks as you step out of his shower, drying off one leg and then the other with the towel he’d given you. 

“Sorry, angel, could I get in there for a sec?” He calls through the door. “I forgot my moisturizer.” 

“Sure, just a minute,” you reply, quickly toweling off before wrapping yourself in a robe. “Okay, you’re good.” 

“Thanks,” Sirius says, steam whooshing out as he opens the door. He grabs a little jar from the counter, toting it about before starting back the way he came, but he stops before he reaches the door. Sirius looks at you for a moment, his lips curving slightly upward into one of those soft smiles you love so much. “You look so pretty like this,” he says.  

You give him a tiny grin in return, pulling the robe tighter over your body self-consciously. “Thanks, Siri.” 

“Is…” his eyebrows come together. “Is that what your hair always looks like when it’s wet?”

You look down at your ends, half expecting them to be purple from the expression on your boyfriend’s face. “Um, yeah?”

He crosses his arms, tongue pressing into his cheek thoughtfully. “And what do you usually do to it after you shower?”

“I dunno.” You pick your discarded towel up again. “Brush it? That’s it, really.” 

You start to run the towel over your hair, scrubbing out the moisture, and Sirius lunges for you as if you’re holding a weapon to your head instead. “No, stop!”

“What?”

“You can’t rub it like that.” He snatches the towel from you, something like offense in his tone. “That’s nearly the worst thing you can do for curly hair.” 

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Well then lucky for me that I don’t have curly hair.” 

“I think you do,” Sirius says, hanging the towel on a hook. “Or wavy, at least. Look at it right now, it looks almost like mine.” 

The mirror is too foggy to see in, but you don’t need to. “It’s not like yours, though,” you say, a touch of envy creeping into your voice. “Yours is so pretty and shiny. You’ve seen mine, it gets all frizzy when it’s dry.” 

“Okay, compliment heard and accepted.” Sirius grins at you. “But I think your hair just gets like that because you brush it, darling. Let me play with it, please?”

You hesitate. You’ve always shied away from messing with your hair because, as much as it frustrates you, you know how to deal with it the way it is. Oil, buns, plaits. You’d rather have the devil you know than whatever might result from angering it. 

But Sirius does seem to know an impressive amount about hair care. His counter is littered with products that testify to that. And you don’t think he’s right, but if he is, and your hair could look anything like his…

“Fine,” you sigh, and Sirius beams at you, taking you by the shoulders and bringing you in front of the mirror. 

“Alright, I’m gonna talk you through it, dollface,” he promises. “I mean, I’ll do it for you every time you shower if you want me to, but I’ll give you the details just in case you wanna know later.”

He begins by rewetting your hair under the faucet, instructing you to only brush it while it’s sopping wet. He introduces you to leave-in conditioner, curl cream, mousse, telling you what each of them do and weaving them into your locks with skilled fingers. You can’t help but admire the concentrated set of his brows as he works, the way his dark hair gleams under the fluorescent light. However this turns out, you like having his hands in your hair like this. You might ask him to do it again just for that. 

“There we go,” he says, affixing one of his t-shirts to hold your hair close to your head. “We’ll leave that on for a bit, and when it comes off we should have a decent idea of how it’s gonna look when it’s dry.” 

You smile at him, and Sirius fixes you with a look that’s unbelievably fond. “Normally, this is when I do my skin routine, while I’ve got my hair out of the way,” he says, speaking softly though there’s no one else around to hear. “Want me to do yours for you, lovely girl?”

You feel your face warm, but you don’t care if he sees, the affection between you too great to be a well-kept secret. “That’d be nice, thanks.” 

Sirius’ touch is gentle as he goes over your face with a warm washcloth, smoothing your various products into your skin while you do your best not to preen.

“So pretty,” he murmurs once he’s done, planting a kiss on your freshly moisturized cheek. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were glowing from the inside out.

You chase him, capturing his lips with yours, and the both of you giggle at the absurdity of it, kissing whilst sitting on his bathroom counter, you all wet in a robe and him fully clothed. 

“Alright,” Sirius says, stroking your jaw as a consolation when he breaks the kiss. “I think your hair should be ready to come down.” 

You find yourself almost excited as he unwraps the t-shirt from your hair, tracking the progress of his grin while he squeezes the last bits of moisture from your ends before taking you by the shoulders.

“Okay,” he says soberly, looking at you with mock gravitas. “Are you ready to see?” 

You roll your eyes whilst you nod, and he turns you. The fog has faded from the mirror, so you’re able to see yourself clearly as your mouth actually drops open. Your hair is still damp, but even so, the bottom half falls in loose waves, the ends curling just slightly. It’s smooth, and shiny, and nothing like you thought it had the potential to be. 

“Not bad, right?” Sirius sounds smug, but you can feel his excitement as he watches your reaction. “I might use less heavy products in the future, and more mousse, but—”

You spin around, wrapping him in a hug. He laughs, arms coming around your back with just as much enthusiasm. 

“It looks so pretty, Siri,” you gush. “Thank you so much!”

“I’ve always said you’re the prettiest girl in the world,” he sounds exasperated, but his grip tightens on you warmly, “so I really don’t see why you’re acting so surprised.”

[ocn-blvd]

what once was.

summary ellie travels back to jackson after leaving for her revenge quest… only to live with a certain consequence.

warning nothing but utter despair </3

opening the door to allow the coldness and splatters of wetness from outside to evade the warmness of her lonely one bedroom house as you saw the face of a long lost loved one, standing in the hard rain with her hair and clothes sticking to her freckled skin.

"hey you..." that voice. that raspy, yet sweet voice you couldn't get enough of. you wanted to wake up to that melody every morning and you wanted it to be the thing that lulled you to sleep at night— but it was gone when she disappeared from your sight.

that shocked look in your eyes wasn't hard for her to miss - it was like she could read you like an open book. that’s a skill she's grown to build and learn since she’d met you at the mere age of fourteen.

"i missed you a lot," she admitted with that dorky smile of hers, nervous of what you'd say next. leaving you for half a year was one of her biggest regrets; deeming that leaving the only loving relationship she had behind for a fruitless revenge quest was foolish.

she cried in your arms that night, expressing how much she loved you as her tears stained the best shirt you owned. you told her you were seeing another woman, having been on a date with her a few minutes prior to this surprise appearance.

“i love you. i just can’t lose you again, i won’t be able to handle it.”

you knew the day that she left to avenge the death of her father figure that her mind was already made. she left you alone, with nothing else to fight for.

“you’ve already lost me.”

and she begged for forgiveness repeatedly, like a broken record. she needed you in her life. she couldn’t see a life without your beautiful form in it. her pleas clogged her voice box as she began to spill sobs instead.

that was a year ago, and now you were walking the streets with your new partner, hand-in-hand as you two shared a loving smile. unexpectedly, your bright eyes found her dim green ones.

“hi,” you waved at her, putting your hands in the front pockets of your coat. she couldn’t believe that you waved at her. that one word that fell from your lips was just enough to make her melt and to have her heart thump into that same rhythm whenever she was around you. she almost forgot how it felt pounding against her chest. and to see you in person for the first time since, felt even better.

“hi.”

“long time no see,” you chuckled as she felt the vibrations course through her veins and enter her brain, releasing endorphins.

“that’s an understatement,” she managed a soft curl of her lips. “i can’t even begin to describe how much i’ve missed you.”

and there it was; her love language of affirmation that continued to spew out despite her heart almost completely breaking from the sight of you officially moving on. it made that feeling you could only experience with her return; true love.

“i’ve missed you too,” you admitted, making her dimpled cheek mark a presence as she smiled widely— admiring every facial feature of yours as if she hadn’t done this a million times. you really were as lovely as she remembered. every detail that she missed about you had been burned into her memories.

“are you happy?” she asked softly; something she’s always wanted to ask.

you grinned and said, “getting there. how about you?”

“i’m okay too,” she masked that feeling of pain as her mind kept wondering if your new partner was the reason for your response. and yet, hoping all of these months made this moment all the more sweeter to her. “i’ve, uh… been thinkin’ about you lately.”

“really?”

“yeah,” your ears picked up the soft chuckle she emitted. she certainly missed this— missed you.

“did you ever think about me?”

“i have,” you looked down at your shoes that stamped the inches of snow. “i was wondering if you left Jackson.”

“i-i didn’t. i was hoping to bump into you again actually. you were the only thing keepin’ me here.”

and it echoed through your thoughts— you were the only thing keeping her here.

“i was worried about you.”

and to think that she thought you had completely forgotten about her. her eyes lit up like a bulb when she consumed soft your words. she had spent many months in a slump over the fact that you hadn’t been in her life— but now that you were here, it gave her much more hope. “i was worried about you too.”

you let out a giggle that made her smile. “you should’ve came to see me. you know where i live.”

“didn’t think you’d want to see me again.”

“why would you think that?”

“you’ve moved on. you have this entire new life without me,” she nervously played with her pinkie and ring finger, “that’s how i’ve been convincing myself anyway— that you probably never wanted to see me again,” she shrugged,

“i’m just your past now.”

“i’ll always have room for you.”

that’s when she realized that you truly were still the same girl she fell in love with. she was falling in love with you all over again; and she couldn’t stop even if she tried. her dates with three women for the past year couldn’t reach this level of endearment.

“i’m glad i stayed then. it was worth the wait just to see you again,” she fought tears like she was in a war, losing the battle almost immediately. she swallowed that emotional lump just for it to regurgitate itself through her teary eyes and shaky voice.

“i never got over you, you know? i just couldn’t get myself to,” and as each month passed, she just kept remembering the sweet memories you two had together.

they would be the only thing she had to cherish you by after you admitted that you didn’t see another romantic relationship with her as of that moment. but the sight of her breaking down in front of you was what pinched your heart with sadness of your own. you cupped her chiseled cheeks and wiped the soft pads of your thumbs over her wet cheeks, looking into those emerald eyes that were overflowing with sapphire.

“don’t let me be the reason why you’re not out there trying to look for someone new,” you only wanted what was best for her. she deserved happiness in this world so unfair. you watched her eyes water even more as she failed to contain herself. her voice never sounded so broken.

“how can i ever love someone else when i’m still madly in love with you? there’s no one even remotely close to what you mean to me. i don’t want anyone else. i only want you.”

[rggie]

< event m.list┆inside their phones

characters: vil, leona, cater

details: gn!reader / i forgot to verify vil sorry T-T

﹫cater diamond

the cringiest but sweetest boyfriend ever. I’M SORRY he’s trying to be the boy of your dreams but he’s flopping. he loves u so much though, so ignore how cheesy he is and appreciate that he’s gotten into all your favourite music artists :(

he adds a gazillion heart emojis by your contact name and it changes everyday because he can’t stick with one

he may be cringe but he is free

anyone who follows him on any sort of social media groans whenever he posts. it’s 99% of the time going to be him gushing about you. at least half of the school know how in love he is with you — his highlights on magicam can attest to that…

he’s the type of guy to share how long your facetime calls are with everyone (they last HOURS.. sometimes you guys don’t even talk, you just like being in each other’s presence. you’re too lazy to go see each other in person)

overall an amazing boyfriend, always making sure you know you’re loved. please do the same for him too!! you know, for when he feels a little low.

﹫ vil schoenheit

subtly flaunts your relationship but nobody knows who you are. it’s like the world’s biggest mystery. “Who Is Dating Vil Schoenheit?” trends online every few weeks

he’s gatekeeping you but he’s also showing you off?? like??? brags about you on his story but doesn’t say enough for anyone to connect the dots

if you eventually make it to his magicam page, just know you have won at life. this will be your biggest accomplishment. he’ll be super serious about the whole situation, since he’s exposing your relationship to a ton of fans; he doesn’t want you to feel overwhelmed or pressured by the exposure

he might start managing your social media account as well. you both have matching themes <3

﹫ leona kingscholar

leona does not use social media.

he’s just terrible with a phone overall, he forgets he has it on him and you guys miss each others’ calls. prefers when you’re with him in person because he can’t use these stupid apps!

in fact, he only made a magicam account so you could tag him in your posts.

people keep thinking you’re single, he got irritated

he also finds himself stalking your page every week or so because he’s wondering why he’s never seen any of these photos you’ve been posting??

and who on earth is taking these photos of you? why isn’t he the cameraman?

denies that he stalks your page even though you’re certain he has post notifications on because he’s always first like. (he doesn’t know any other magicam function)

once you let him on your phone and he accidentally started a live

he was half-asleep and shirtless. he couldn’t find the end live button so he switched off your phone and threw it. it was the talk of the school for a LONG time

trivial things like magicam are just a waste of time for him, he’d rather not

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[onabat11e]

my kind of stress relief (lucy bronze x ona batlle)

hiya lovlies! its finally finished! i’ve added the ao3 link before the read more, i decided to just cross post fics for people who like to read on tumblr also <3

rating: E for explicit (18+)

warnings: smut, strap-ons, strap sucking, fingering, cunnilingus, probably something else i forgot

summary: ona is stressed from training, lucy is more than happy to help her relax (also known as ‘I needed an excuse to write smut’, so feel free to skip the plot)

wordcount: 4.4k

AO3 Link

Lucy could practically see the stress emanating from Ona with the way she was walking from the car back to their shared apartment, her shoulders tight and head down. 

Lucy unlocked the door, holding it open to allow Ona to enter first. Both girls slipped off their shoes before Ona made a beeline for the living room and crashed onto the sofa, Lucy following her. 

“C’mon, love,” Lucy sat next to Ona, tapping her lap for her girlfriend to come and rest on her. Ona did just that, sighing as she placed her head onto Lucy, who began playing with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck, nails gently scratching over the skin beneath.

“Tough day?” Lucy asked as she half-mindedly traced patterns across warm skin. Ona’s response was merely a grumble of something unintelligible before she planted her face into Lucy’s leg. 

“How about a bath then?” Lucy tried again for a response, a warm feeling spreading in her chest at the way Ona turned her head to look up at Lucy, brown eyes sparkling at the suggestion.

“Mmm, now that is a good idea,” she smiled through heavy eyelids before adding, “Only if you’ll join me, though.” Ona pouted as if Lucy needed any further convincing of the idea. 

“Of course, my love,” Lucy smiled at the view of her girlfriend resting her head across her lap. “Might have to let me get up first, though.” Ona rolled her eyes at the joke, planting her face back into Lucy’s thighs. 

Lucy gently nudged Ona to allow herself to get up and go to the bathroom to start the bath. Disgruntled by the loss of contact, Ona huffed and curled up on the sofa, watching Lucy wander off. 

Lucy headed towards the room’s centrepiece, a large porcelain bathtub, feeling the cool tile under her feet. She turned on the faucet, checking the temperature before putting in the plug and adding some scented bubbles under the running water. 

Lucy busied herself in rummaging through cupboards for towels and collected comfortable clothing, setting them aside for later. Lucy added a few more details: dimming the overhead lighting before striking a match and setting some tealight candles alight. Once she decided she was happy with the setting, Lucy called across the apartment to Ona, who soon plodded into the room and took in the warming embrace of the room's aura. 

“C’mere,” Lucy helped Ona undress, carefully kissing over newly exposed freckled skin after removing each piece. There was nothing Lucy enjoyed more than making Ona feel loved and beautiful. 

“My beautiful girl,” Lucy traced over Ona’s back tattoos, causing goosebumps to arise under her fingers. Ona felt the blood rush to her cheeks, blushing at the compliment from Lucy. 

“No, you,” Ona replied over her shoulder before turning back around and pulling up the bottom of Lucy’s sweatshirt, helping the older woman take it off.

After both girls were naked, Lucy climbed into the bath first, sitting and getting comfortable. Lucy held a hand up to help Ona join her, who placed herself between Lucy’s legs. Strands of loose brown hair tickled Lucy’s chest as Ona placed her head down on her. Ona released a breath and closed her eyes, relaxing a little as Lucy kissed her forehead. 

“What’s got you so stressed then?” Lucy asked, fingers intertwining with Ona’s. Unsure if Ona was ready to talk, Lucy worried that she was overstepping boundaries, but she was put at ease when Ona’s reply came quickly. 

“Mmm, just with everything happening,” Ona motioned with her hand. “Mapi’s injury, Alexia needing further surgery... what if I-“. Ona’s mind was running a million miles a minute, considering all the possibilities for herself and the club and worrying about the future of her career. 

“Shh,” Lucy kissed Ona's temple, cutting off the rambling. “Don’t overthink it. You’ll be fine; the team will be fine.” The soft tones of Lucy’s voice calmed Ona’s anxieties, allowing her to relax further into the bath. 

Lucy helped wash Ona’s hair, giving her a scalp massage as she lathered the shampoo, followed by the conditioner, and ran warm water through her hair, rinsing after each product.

Rubbing the soap into Ona’s back, Lucy could feel the stiffness of the muscles under her palms. She pressed her hands slightly harder into Ona, examining her body and the stress that her body physically held onto. 

“Your muscles feel so tight,” Lucy sighed, empathising with how tense her girlfriend must feel. Ona just sighed in agreement as a response and let Lucy continue bathing her. 

“I think you need a full-body massage, darling,” her voice lowered ever so slightly, fingertips pressing gently into the soft skin of Ona’s shoulders. A slight whine escaped Ona’s lips at the sensation of Lucy rubbing her sore tissue: her way of agreeing to a massage tonight. 

~

Ona wandered the bedroom, covered in only her towel, anticipating the massage to come. Meanwhile, Lucy had decided to slip on her sports bra and some sweatpants before quickly following Ona. 

“Get yourself comfortable,” Lucy instructed as she began lighting candles and locating the cocoa butter for Ona’s massage. Ona discarded her damp towel and lay on the bed, facing down. The scent of vanilla and lavender began to fill the room and set a calming ambience for the evening. 

The bed shifted, the weight of Lucy now kneeling next to Ona’s bare body. Lucy squeezed the bottle, cold lotion meeting warm hands, rubbing it evenly between them before starting at the base of Ona’s neck.

The cold contrast made Ona jump a little before she relaxed into Lucy’s palms, which now caressed her shoulder blades and spine. Lucy was revelling in the small whimpers that would escape Ona’s mouth. And honestly? Ona couldn’t deny that the way Lucy’s hands were working her muscles was sending small waves of pleasure low in her core. 

Lucy's hands continued, taking extra care of the tight muscles around Ona’s neck and shoulders, passing over Ona’s ‘Good Luck’ tattoo at the base of her back. Lucy’s fingers pressed and circled over Ona’s skin, using moderate pressure to relax the muscles. 

Almost inaudible noises and hums escaped Ona as Lucy continued to rub the cream into her tan skin; Lucy tried to ignore the thrumming in her lower abdomen at the noises she was evoking from Ona. Her mind wandered slightly, thinking about other ways to force Ona to make these sounds.

Lucy moved down to Ona’s legs and started pushing fingertips into muscular calves, feeling the built-up tension dissipate from the actions. She massaged the muscles, moving up and past Ona’s knees. When skilful hands reached her thighs, Ona’s legs subconsciously opened from Lucy’s touch, allowing Lucy to capture a glance at her glistening pussy. 

“Someone’s needy, huh?” Lucy teased Ona about the wetness that had gathered at her entrance. She licked her lips as she admired Ona’s form, fantasising about what she wanted to do to her. 

“I can’t help that you have that effect on me,” Ona giggled, spreading her legs wider and rolling her ass backwards, lifting herself ever so slightly off the bed. Ona would be lying if she said she couldn’t feel her pussy throbbing with need just from Lucy’s masterful hands roaming over her back.

After ensuring that she had massaged Ona thoroughly, Lucy gave Ona’s ass a playful grab before instructing Ona to turn back over. 

“Feeling better?” Lucy asked, moving up the bed to lay on her side next to Ona. Idle fingers occupied themselves with tracing swirls onto Ona’s inner forearm. 

“Mmm, mostly,” Ona’s eyes drifted down, looking at the curve of Lucy’s lips. She leant up, sneaking a quick kiss from Lucy. 

“Oh?” Lucy feigned shock, raising her eyebrows and bringing a hand to her chest. “Was it not good enough for you, my Highness?” Her fingers moved from Ona’s forearm, moving up past her tattoos, across her shoulder, before finding their resting place at the base of Ona’s neck. 

“I can think of something that would help,” the implication of Ona’s statement was heavy, hanging between them. Lucy’s eyes travelled to Ona’s lips momentarily, noticing her smirk before she pulled Ona in for a kiss. 

Ona sat up in the bed slightly, pushing into the kiss. She parted her lips against Lucy’s, begging her to deepen the kisses. Lucy straddled Ona, a knee placed between Ona’s thighs. Ona tried to subtly shuffle, bringing her core down against Lucy’s knee to try and relieve the growing pressure. The action made Lucy pull back from the kiss, taking a moment to look Ona in the eyes. 

“Naughty girl,” Lucy tutted, pushing her knee into Ona, this time with purpose, causing a slight hitch in Ona’s breath. “Trying to use my leg to get yourself off? You could have just asked nicely.” Ona tried to look away with shame, but Lucy placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head and forcing eye contact. “Do you want that? You want your pretty little pussy to get fucked?” Ona’s cheeks heated with Lucy’s crude words.

“Please,” Ona managed to breathe out, her head already dizzied with lust. Lucy's hand stroked around Ona’s neck before cupping her face and leaning back in to kiss her again. Their kisses got more frantic, tongues making small touches and asking for entry, both girls allowing the other in with ease. 

Ona was desperate to be touched, to the point she thought she would be able to cum just from grinding against Lucy. That was until Lucy pulled away again, dipping her head to kiss the sensitive skin of Ona’s neck. 

Lucy began kissing a path down her memorised map of Ona’s favourite spots, feeling the girl’s heartbeat come to life under her touch. Lucy smiled into the skin at Ona’s hitching breaths when her lip brushed over the top of a hardened nipple.

Ona’s back arched, her sensitive chest begging for more stimulation. Warm lips took the nipple in, her tongue swiping across and around it, causing Ona to writhe at the sensation. 

Lucy released the nipple with a slight tug of her teeth before leaving a wet trail of kisses across Ona’s chest to give the other equal treatment. As much as Lucy loved and wanted to drag out teasing Ona, she knew how badly the girl wanted- needed to be fucked. 

Lucy’s hand danced down soft skin and made a slow motion, dragging a single digit up Ona’s wetness. Lucy gathered the moisture on the tip of her finger, circling it around Ona’s desperate clit. 

Whispered profanity echoed in the room from the two women; Ona moaned from the teasing touches Lucy left on her. Lucy started her slow motions and stroked wide circles around Ona’s clit before building up to quickened rubbing. Lucy looked at Ona and noticed her trying to swallow her reactions, chewing on a quivering bottom lip. 

“Don’t hold back,” Lucy reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair from Ona’s face before cupping her chin and looking into her eyes. “Tell me what you want.” 

“Inside,” Ona whined, barely able to form words, the now present dominance in Lucy’s voice making her feel weak. Eyebrows furrowing, she continued, “Need your fingers to fill me.” Lucy was more than happy to provide, giving teasing strokes between Ona’s folds before pushing a single finger into her. 

Ona’s groans begged Lucy for more, her hips thrusting up to meet Lucy’s movements. Lucy curved her finger gently against the soft tissue before dragging it out slowly and repeating the motions, Ona’s walls desperately fluttering, desperate for more contact. Lucy continued her movements, working at Ona’s growing wetness. 

“Need more,” Ona grabbed Lucy’s wrist, holding it and making eye contact. Lucy’s mouth twitched, a smirk forming in response to Ona’s newfound assertion. Lucy let out a slow breath before she added another finger, pushing two fingers into Ona now, feeling the warmth accommodate the increase. Ona’s grip weakened, her hand falling and letting Lucy pump strong fingers into her again. 

“You’re so good for me, baby,” Lucy cooed. “Do you know how sexy you look right now? Taking my fingers like a good girl.” Ona’s head fell back, the dirty talk sending a spark of pleasure travelling down her core.

Lucy took this as an invitation, kissing up the side of Ona’s neck, stopping when she reached underneath the younger girl's ear. Lucy took the earlobe between her teeth, using a playful force to tug on the flesh. 

The palm of Lucy’s hand hit Ona’s clit as her movements grew more intense, quickening the speed of her fingers, her bicep flexing as she thrust her arm into the movements. Lucy moved her thumb up to resume rubbing Ona’s clit. The girl's back arched further off the bed, the additional pleasure sending her reeling. 

“I-“ the word half choked, half moaned out. Ona was getting close and wasn’t sure how much longer she could last from Lucy’s fingers pleasuring her.

“I want to feel you cum on my fingers; do you think you can do that for me, baby?” The low sound of Lucy’s voice sent another jolt of pleasure coursing through her. Ona murmured a string of words in Spanish, bringing a hand to her mouth and biting down on her fingers to stifle the sounds. 

Lucy sucked the skin below Ona’s ear, sensing how close to climax the quivering girl under her was. Lucy whispered for Ona to let go, saying sweet nothings and complimenting the girl for taking her so well. 

Ona’s breathing was shallow, coming and going in short bursts. The combination of Lucy’s fingers pumping and thrusting and the roughness of the thumb on her clit was enough to push Ona over the edge.

Ona’s orgasm hit her with a crash, her walls gripping again and again onto Lucy’s slowing fingers as Lucy guided her through the waves of pleasure. All Ona could feel was her thighs shaking and clit twitching underneath Lucy’s touch.

“Oh darling, look at the mess you’ve made.” Lucy teased, making sure to maintain eye contact before licking the remnants of Ona’s cum off of her fingers and the palm of her hand. Ona’s eyes were heavy, her breathing deep as she recovered. “And to think I’d just bathed you. I guess I’ll have to clean you up.” Before Ona could come around to say anything, she felt Lucy’s tongue on her inner thigh, making long strokes against the remnants of her prior orgasm. 

“God,” Ona whined, her thigh twitching at the contact of Lucy’s tongue on her delicate skin. She opened her legs further, giving more space for Lucy to continue her work of licking and teasing Ona’s inner thighs.

“You’re such a messy girl, aren’t you?” Lucy referred to the sheen covering Ona’s inner thighs and the wet patches on the bed between her legs. Ona covered her face and tilted her head back, not wanting Lucy to see the blush of embarrassment cover her cheeks. 

Lucy licked a straight line up from Ona’s entrance up to her clit, humming at the taste of her heat. The view of Lucy, head between Ona’s thighs, lapping up the juices, her juices, was breathtaking. 

Lucy sucked Ona’s swollen clit into her mouth, humming at the taste of her girlfriend’s need. Ona’s hips jolted back into the mattress, choking on a moan, the stimulation almost being too much where she was still sensitive from her previous orgasm. 

Ona’s hands slipped into Lucy’s hair, tangling among the strands, desperately needing to find more pressure. Lucy cycled between suckling on her clit and circling it with the tip of her tongue, wanting to draw out the experience as much as she could. 

“Joder,” the Spanish rolled off her tongue, her hand tangling further in the strands. “I’m not going to last long if you - God - if you keep doing that.” Moans broke up Ona’s sentence, her eyes rolling back into her head at the pleasure.

Lucy grabbed the underside of firm thighs, bringing Ona closer to her. Ona mumbled something under her breath as Lucy continued to play with Ona’s clit in her mouth, not caring about the mess that was beginning to drip down her chin from the act. 

Ona let out a whine as Lucy continued to suckle on her clit, her fingers circling Ona’s entrance again, threatening to dip inside. 

“No teasing,” Ona complained, her walls fluttering around nothing as Lucy’s fingers danced just shy of where Ona needed her desperately. Ona continued to buck her hips, her cunt begging to be fucked by Lucy’s fingers again. She pressed the digits further in, two fingers immediately finding their target, curving and pressing at Ona’s sweet spots, causing the girl to arch her back off the bed, shuddering with pleasure. 

Lucy began slowly curling her fingers and pumping inside Ona. The wet lewd sounds of Ona’s pussy filled the room, harmonising with the small whines and moans. Lucy toyed with Ona’s clit, taking her time and swirling slowly with long licks. 

Lucy could feel Ona getting close again, the woman moving her hips unrhythmically, muscles tensing from the pleasure building in her core. Lucy doubled down on her actions, fingers thrusting quicker into wetness, her tongue picking up the pace, leaving shorter and quicker licks across her.

Lucy slowed her movement as Ona’s walls began spasming around her fingers. She wanted to drag out this high for as long as she could, increasing the pressure on Ona’s hot clit as it twitched through the orgasm. 

Ona’s body went limp, her breathing hard and jagged. She looked down, beckoning Lucy to join her. Lucy leant over the top of Ona and ducked down for a small kiss. Ona smiled into the kiss, still able to taste herself on Lucy’s lips. Ona reached to tug at Lucy’s waistband, looking up through heavy eyelids for permission to dip her hand in and touch her.

“Shh, tonight is about you,” Lucy placed a hand over Ona’s. “I would rather make you cum until you forget your name.”

“But I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel,” Ona swallowed, trying to ignore her body’s reaction to Lucy’s near-sinful words. 

“Hmm?” Lucy quirked an eyebrow, “And how good is that?” Her thumb stroked the back of Ona’s hand as she looked into her eyes with a look of intrigue and adoration.

“So. Fucking. Good.” She kissed the side of Lucy’s neck between each word before leaving a light lick and sucking over her pulse point. 

“How about,” Lucy intertwined her fingers with Ona’s. “If you’re a good girl and cum on my cock, I might just let you eat me out. Yeah?” She squeezed Ona’s hand, awaiting her response. 

Ona shuddered with pleasure at the idea, her pussy throbbing with anticipation of Lucy’s strap filling her up. She nodded up at Lucy, biting on her lower lip slightly. 

After a short search, Lucy located the toy before stripping off and stepping into the harness, the purple strap standing to attention between her thighs, giving her a confidence boost. 

The way Ona looked up at her with lustful eyes caused a coil to tighten in the bottom of Lucy’s stomach. Lucy knew Ona was likely wet enough to take the dildo but still opted to apply additional lubricant to the length for Ona’s comfort.

Lucy rejoined her partner on the bed, target fixed on the wet heat where Ona’s thighs met. Kneeling between Ona’s legs, Lucy grabbed the base of the dildo and positioned it at Ona’s entrance.

“Are you ready?” Lucy rubbed the tip of the dildo against the wetness that remained at Ona’s entrance, watching how the girl’s abs would tighten slightly each time it hit her clit. 

“Sí, cariño,” Ona affirmed before adding, “Need you in me so badly.” She begged, opening her legs wider to beg for Lucy’s cock. Lucy was eager to oblige, using her grip on the toy to guide the tip into Ona.

Ona closed her eyes, letting her body adjust to the strap slowly being pushed into her. Lucy guided the toy slowly, inch by inch, paying close attention to her girlfriend’s expressions.

“Are you okay?” Lucy’s voice softened as she momentarily took Ona’s hand for support, her thumb rubbing against her. She paused, half inside of Ona, and waited for further assurance before moving her hips any more.

“I wanna feel you deep in me,” Ona wrapped a leg around Lucy’s back, trying to pull her closer. Lucy traced Ona’s jaw and bottom lip, smiling at her with pure love and adoration in her eyes. 

Lucy slowly moved her hips back, pulling out most of the way, pausing for a beat before easing back into Ona’s heat again.

“Fóllame,” Ona begged, needing Lucy to fuck her harder. She sucked her bottom lip in, eyes wide and full of desire. Lucy obliged, picking up her pace. The lewd sounds of skin on skin and the toy ploughing into Ona filled the room. 

Lucy hooked an arm around Ona’s right leg, lifting it around her waist to fuck Ona deeper. The new angle caused the woman underneath her to moan at the sensation of being filled. Lucy upped her pace, fucking Ona with frantic passion. She admired the way Ona’s body shook, her breasts bouncing in time with Lucy plunging her cock into Ona. 

Ona’s free hand gripped her chest, eyes rolling back at the additional pleasure she was giving herself. She took a nipple between her fingers, pulling at the sensitive area and groaning.

Her hand continued down her body, reaching her clit and gently tweaking it between two fingers. Ona stilled her hand momentarily and locked eyes with Lucy, a silent request to be allowed to touch herself. 

“Fuck,” Lucy groaned at the sight of it, head tilting back slightly, “Play with that pretty little clit for me, baby.” The rasp of Lucy’s voice sent boiling pleasure down Ona’s spine. Her fingers sped up at the command, pressing tight circles into the sensitive area. Lucy’s hips kept rutting into Ona’s, the two bodies shaking together. 

“Close,” Ona whined, thighs starting to tense up, her body getting ready for release. Lucy admired the way her cock disappeared into Ona’s body, again and again, lewd wet noises coming from Ona. 

“Cum for me,” Lucy’s voice was dark as she kept up the pace, grabbing harsher at Ona’s thighs, fucking her with an unrelenting tempo. She wanted Ona to feel every inch of her thrusting and pumping in her. 

Ona threw her head back as her noises grew in volume, her body pushed over the edge; she covered Lucy’s strap in another release, fluttering around the strap. Lucy whispered praises to Ona as her hips continued to fuck her through her climax. Lucy reduced her movements to slow, long strokes to aid Ona through the aftershocks of pleasure. Lucy pulled out of Ona, who whined at the loss before Lucy fell next to her on the bed. Lucy breathed hard, chest heaving from the physical exertion of fucking Ona's third orgasm out of her. 

Ona looked at Lucy with dopey eyes, admiring her flushed complexion and the sweat beads rolling down her temples. She couldn’t help but be enamoured by Lucy’s rising and falling chest. 

She leaned down and kissed a path down Lucy’s torso, taking extra time to worship Lucy’s prominent abs, rubbing over them with her fingers. Bringing her mouth to the tip of the dildo, Ona licked her lips before taking it in her mouth. Maintaining eye contact, she used her mouth to clean her warm juices off of the strap, moaning as she did so. She hollowed her cheeks, taking the toy as far deep into her mouth as she could, tears pricking at the sides of her eyes from the sensation of the silicone hitting the back of her throat. 

After sucking the length a few times, she circled the tip with her tongue before licking down to the base and then trailed off in kisses to meet Lucy’s thigh. The new contact with sensitive skin caused Lucy to let out a fluttering breath. 

Making quick work of the harness, Ona discarded the garment and toy before bringing her face back between the muscular thighs and licking up the pooling arousal that was begging for attention. 

“Your turn,” Ona’s tone was cheeky, biting her lip. She gripped Lucy’s thighs, opening them further to position herself closer to Lucy’s pussy. 

Ona’s tongue toyed with Lucy’s entrance, teasing and dipping inside, moaning at the taste of her girlfriend's desire. Lucy sighed, the tips of her fingers digging into Ona’s scalp, beckoning her to continue. Ona hummed into Lucy’s pussy with delight at just how wet and worked up Lucy had gotten from fucking Ona into the mattress.

Ona was sloppy, her tongue lapping at Lucy’s sex, revelling in the taste and feel of her. She experimented with a range of long licks and quick movements, indulging in all of the little reactions Lucy’s body had. Ona loved feeling Lucy’s body tremble and crumble under Ona’s touch. 

The mix of saliva and Lucy’s arousal covered Ona’s lips and chin as she took Lucy’s clit into her mouth, giving a light suck on it as her tongue made quick circular strokes. 

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, baby,” the guttural groans she made in reaction to Ona’s tongue echoed through the room. Lucy’s thighs were shaking as she was already approaching her climax. 

Ona’s hands pushed down on Lucy’s hips, pinning her down and stroking up the soft skin. Roaming hands settled over abs, feeling how they would flex in response to particular tongue movements or when Ona changed the way she was sucking and lapping. 

Lucy couldn’t stop the string of profanity from leaving her mouth, her body feeling overrun with the pleasure that her girlfriend’s mouth was giving her. Ona’s tongue continued to dance circles around Lucy’s clit, not daring to falter or slow. 

“Fuck,” Lucy exclaimed as her head fell back against the pillow. “I’m close,” her hands continued tangling into Ona’s damp hair, her nails pressing against the soft skin of Ona’s scalp. Lucy’s back arched further off of the bed, her hips grinding into Ona’s mouth as she chased her high.

Lucy’s shallow panting stopped momentarily, her hips lifting off the bed as she held Ona’s head in place, trembling against the wet mouth that remained sucking on her clit. 

Lucy let out a shuddering breath as she tried to regulate her breathing after cumming hard on Ona’s tongue. 

“Alright, baby?” Ona shuffled back up the bed, curling up into Lucy’s side and draping an arm across her torso.

“Feeling relaxed yet?” Lucy asked, tucking a stray piece of hair behind Ona’s ear before she replied:

“Mhm, that’s my kind of stress relief.”

[thesturniolos]

tiny red dress pt 1

m.sturniolo x reader

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warnings: nsfw/, alcohol, swearing, arguing, angst

this is for my fave @sturniolosstar 🤗🤗, merry christmas hun <3

summary: reader goes to a party in an outfit matt doesn’t approve of and things escalate prettyyyyy quickly..

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i can feel his gaze from half way across the room piercing through my burning hot skin, he’s been like it all night ever since he started an argument about my dress choice.

it’s a dark red dress with a lace detailing around the neck and at the rim, clearly too ‘revealing’ as matt begged for me to wear something else.

the dress fit perfectly against the curves of my body and i had the perfect pair of heels to go with it, it would make no sense for me to go and find another outfit.

it’s the famous christmas party of boston and it’s something everyone looks forward to, especially me. which is why i bought my outfit months prior, i just kept it a little secret from my boyfriend and for good reason as his reaction was very much not surprising.

when i walked out from our shared bathroom, he eyed me up and down before shaking his head and scoffing. was it not pretty? i’ve worn things like this before and he barely even cared.

“seriously, matt?” i walk over to him, adjusting the straps of the dress and reaching my hand out to touch his.

before i can get to him, he walks out of our room and down the stairs, slamming the door of our house.

getting that mad over a dress? come on.

driving to our friends house, he didn’t speak one word to me and when i tried to apologise he turned on the aux to blur my voice.

storming into the house party, i quickly found my way to the middle of the dance floor and soon forgot about our stupid argument once i got distracted with the boundless amounts of fun i was having with my friends.

dancing wasn’t really my thing but after a few drinks i was quite happily moving my hips to any song that came on the speaker, my friends jokingly pushing against me as we formed a small circle directly in the middle.

but peering from the kitchen island was matt and boy was he angry, his fist clenched against the cold marble, a red cup in the other pressed to his lip, staring directly at me.

as we make eye contact, a guy appears in front of me, blocking my view of matt.

he had blonde hair, slightly long and fluffy towards the front of his head, green eyes and was wearing a tracksuit, holding a drink in his hand.

he looks down to my legs and smirks, “hey pretty”

i turn around to face my friends but they’re nowhere in sight, “i have a boyfriend”

he looks around. “i can’t see him.”

“and?”

“well, you’re all alone and i can’t help but notice how good that dress looks on you.”

“i don’t know if you’ve noticed but every other girl in this place is wearing a dress nearly identical to mine and to be honest, you’re the only one sticking out here with your tracksuit. it’s not exactly party attire.”

“glad to know i stuck out to you.”

“that’s not what i mea-“

“nice to meet you, matt sturniolo.” suddenly, matt appears from behind him and holds out a hand to shake. “i don’t believe we’ve met.”

“i think you’re right, bud. can i help you?”

“yeah, back away from my girl.” he moves in front of him and pushes me back from him slightly.

i bump into my friend and she pulls a look upon seeing the heated situation.

“well if she was your girl, then what’s she doing talking to me?” matts jaw tenses and he looks behind him to face me and i shake my head. “a skimpy red dress and dancing like that, she’s kinda asking for it”

and with those words, matts fist collided with his face and he falls back, holding his nose and looking down to see blood dripping onto the floor.

“next time i see you, make sure you stay away from me and her and if we do cross, make sure you shut your fucking mouth.” matt pushes past the crowd, leaving me in the middle surrounded by my friends and the guy staring at me angrily.

before he can say something to me, i try and follow matt to where i can only assume he’s walking back to the car.

“matt! just wait!” i yell, desperately trying to get through the vast amounts of drunken people blocking my every move.

by the time i’m out of the house, he’s already slamming his door shut and i run to my side to open it.

his head is rested in his hand and his arm is perched onto the door, his knee is bouncing and the silence in the car is so loud that i can hear the cogs in my brain whirring.

“matt, i swear i wasn’t talking to him-“

“but you were.” he snaps back, still not looking at me. “i was watching you talk to him, do not try and bullshit me.”

“he came up to me, it’s not like i went up to him.”

“that’s not even the point. you knew he wanted you, why did you carry on talking to him? do you get some kind of thrill from knowing he liked you?” he’s staring at me now and he’s angry. his brows are furrowed and he’s thrown his hands in the air.

“what the hell? why would i- what’s wrong with you? why would you even think that, matt!”

“because you turn up to that stupid party in the shortest little dress that is literally guaranteed to make any guy look. i told you. i told you that i didn’t like it and you still went and wore it.”

“because you can’t control what i wear, matt. that’s my decision.”

“you promised that shit wouldn’t happen and hell, it did.” i’m angry now, how is it my fault boys can’t keep shit to themselves?

“don’t try and blame this on me, matthew. i didn’t ask for him to look at me or talk to me, i was dancing with my friends, enjoying myself. is it such a crime to wear a dress? a literal dress.”

he sits in silence and his hands are on the wheel in front of him, knuckles white from the pressure.

“you’re mine, do you know that?” his voice is gravely and hoarse, he doesn’t look at me but it’s the most assertive he’s ever sounded.

“what?”

“you belong to me. nobody can look at what’s mine.” his eyes are dark and his grip on the car loosens and he reaches over to grab my jaw.

“you understand that?” his hold on my face and the intense eye contact between the two of us creates a pool in between my legs as i squeeze my thighs together to relieve some of the tension.

i nod and he shakes his head before looking towards the road in front of him again. we were nearly home, thank god. i needed him and i could tell he needed me, this was about to be so good.

“i need words, not those pathetic responses- use your mouth, i know it’s capable.” i stare stunned, he’s not usually like this. in fact, this new attitude he’s suddenly picked up is working miracles on my heart as it beats in my chest a hundred to the dozen and the heat from my face travels down my body.

“i understand.”

a silence settles within the car and i shuffle around, quickly getting agitated from the throbbing feeling as my thighs fail to make me feel any better.

“keep moving those legs you slut, it’s the last time you’ll be able to for a while.”

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hello 👋 Could I please request Percy Jackson teaching his s/o (who doesn’t know how to swim and is a bit scared of water) how to swim or surf?

I’m not sure why but I totally see him as a surfer. Sorry if it’s too detailed or lacks details! (Oh and I think u said somewhere to possibly give some indications for reader personality so maybe uhm sassy bookworm indoor-lover? Not sure tbh)

Thank you an feel free to ignore obvs!

🩷🩷🩷

This one was so cute but I haven't written Percy like this before so hopefully it fits him <3

also how did I find such a fitting header tho-

Sea salt kisses---Percy Jackson x reader at the beach

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-First of all Percy gains a fear of drowning during HoO because we all know demigods get scared of their element. This means he’s so understanding because he knows that feeling of being scared that you're completely helpless to the elements [even though he isn’t]

-So he’d definitely let you start slow, you’d go to rock pools and stick your toes in. He’d talk to the starfish and hermit crabs, bragging about you too the animals that literally don’t give a fuck. Although there was that one seagull who became heavily invested in your relationship 

-You’d have picnics on the beach and collect shells, because he definitely carries them around with him. Sometimes he’ll go to grab something out of his pocket and half the beach will just fall out. Anyways, he’d go surfing and you’d lay on a beach towel reading the book Annabeth lent you until he finally dragged you into the water. Definitely somewhere calm, and you’d splash each other, standing with your knees just in the water, and he’d be so proud <3

-Can’t wait until you want to go further in, because he gets to show off 

-Holds your waist as you jump over the waves, floats around and ducks under, holding his breath until you lose track of him. Then he’d creep up and tickle you under the water with that stupid grin. 

-He’d take those cheesy polaroids of you wearing sunglasses, or eating blue ice cream with a dot of it on your nose that he’d definitely lick off because he isn’t going to waste good food and also he might get a kiss out of it too >>>

-You’d get comfortable enough to go in deeper water and he’d float around you just chilling, but the second your breath hitches or you think you spot something in the water he’d be right there, making jokes or poking fun at the person on the beach that forgot to put sunscreen on and are now burning to a fucking crisp until oh wait that’s Jason someone tell him-

-Boogie boarding comes before surfing, and you’d get one of those nemo themed ones because of course it’s his favorite movie and obviously he had to get it for you on your birthday 

-When he goes surfing, you’d sit on the front of the board, toes tucked over the edge as he controls the waves to be a smooth ride all the way to shore, where you could get off when you wanted to and walk along the sand collecting shells to make into yet a necklace he’d wear, and tell everyone that he was given it by the best person in the world  

-He can makes things dry in the water, so there's a possibility that you can lay on your very own surfboard reading the latest novel at low tide, when there isn’t a wave in sight and Percy can just admire the sun on your skin and the ripples around you

-Anyways he’d love taking you to the beach because it’s just like taking you to meet Sally, this is his element and when your in it it’s even better <3

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[shadowlali]

Hi, I love the way you write (You literally write 3 of my favorite COD men)

If you could I would love a Fem/Reader with either Rodolfo or Alejandro and they’re teaching you how to dance for an upcoming wedding. (It’s cool if you wanna make it SFW/NSFW).

Anyway I hope you keep writing because it gives me life haha

tú y yo

COD - Rudy Parra x fem!reader

[18+] wc: ~800 summary: Rudy teaches you how to dance. masterlist | AO3

warnings: NSFW, no use of Y/N nor too many details on reader’s appearance, some proofreading, oral (f! receiving), size kink (kinda), unprotected sex

a/n: hi nonnie, thank you so so much for the support! 🤍🤍🤍

“Move your hips,” Rudy whispers in your ear, “just like this, nena.” [babygirl]

Soft music plays from the speaker through the living room. The coffee table is pushed to the wall and the center of the room is left empty, perfect space for Rudy to teach you how to dance. His hands caress your sides and slide down to your hips, helping you move them in a small circle.

You can’t help but giggle. There is absolutely no need for all of this considering he’s teaching you how to dance for his sister’s wedding. You take a quick step forward, narrowly missing Rudy’s hands as they try to keep you pressed against him.

“Rudy,” you whine, “focus. You have to teach me how to dance for a family event. Not for you.”

You place your hands on your hips and try to give him a stern look but fail, immediately melting into his arms the moment he wraps them around you.

“I forgot,” Rudy croons, “you distract me too much.”

You link your fingers behind his neck whisper out oh sure, you forgot. He places his hands on your hips as a new song starts and slowly moves them from side to side.

He rubs the tip of his nose on yours before tilting his head to the side to press a soft kiss on your lips. You sink your fingers in his hair as he presses your hips to his hard bulge.

“Rudy,” you whisper on his mouth, “focus.”

He laughs, “I am, mi amor.” [my love]

For the next few songs he keeps a respectable distance and teaches you a few moves. You’ve always been just okay at dancing, but Rudy and his family are on a whole other level.

It doesn’t matter if it's a simple family dinner, the moment the music begins—his family will start a party. His mom and sisters will always pull you to the dance floor and you love them too much to continue being a subpar dancer.

Plus, Rudy loves to dance. And he moves way too well for you to stay sitting down at parties.

Rudy immediately agreed to teach you how to dance. Not because he thinks you need help–he always makes you feel confident whenever you dance together–but because it's just another chance for him to touch and keep you close.

“Doing so good, mi vida,” Rudy says as you immediately match the tempo to the next song. [my life]

Rudy smiles with genuine happiness as he watches you dance. His eyes are soft and half-lidded, his hands gentle while they guide you.

You press closer to Rudy as the music changes to something slower. The beat vibrates you to the core, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.

You turn around and press right against his cock, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips. He slides a hand to your lower belly and grinds his cock on your ass.

By the end of the next song, his head is between your thighs and your whimpers are louder than the music. His fingers plunge into you with harsh strokes, stretching you for his cock.

Rudy drags you down to the floor before you can cum and plunges his cock in your creamy pussy. He folds you almost in half, fucking into you while he presses his mouth to yours in a sloppy kiss.

“More, more, more,” you chant, close to tears.

“Nena,” Rudy groans, “you love how I fuck you? Love how I make you all mine?”

A choked yes falls from your lips but you take each plunge, feeling his tip bump the end of you. One of his hands grips your thigh to spread you open while the other is placed on the floor by your head.

It becomes harder to breath, your head becoming dizzy with each slide of his hips. It’s intense, a little rough given how much you teased each other while dancing. He’s big, stretching you to your limit. But you can take it, you always do.

“Should I finish inside of you, mi amor? Paint this little cunt with my cum?”

Your pussy grips and flutters around his thick length at his words. You manage to mumble out yes, please Rudy, please before dragging a hand down to rub at your swollen clit.

The orgasm hits you with full force the moment your fingers circle your button. Your body pulls tight and your eyes shudder close from the force of his thrusts.

You barely manage to hear him praise you, come for me, nena–milk my cock, just like that. Rudy groans in a mixture of pain and pleasure and immediately comes, fucking you in sloppy thrusts.

Warm cum fills your pussy as you twist and moan underneath him. He grinds his hips into you, making sure that not a single drop of cum escapes your cunt.

Rudy falls next to you in a sweaty heap. Your body shakes in little aftershocks as Rudy drags you closer to him.

“I think,” he whispers after a few minutes, “I think you’re a great dancer.”

You let out a laugh and turn your head to press a kiss onto his cheek.