#• 🦦 anon

[323cutie]

I feel the physical need to cuddle with mingi…like…bro is so big and strong and i’m sure his hugs are so nice like zoxkclsjsjcjc, Also lazy makeout sessions while being in each others arms with your hands all over each other just sound sooo gooooodd???

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omg a new anon !!!! haiiiii >///<

this is so reallll in the depths of my insanity is a physical urge to hold all of ateez. snuggling up with mingi would FIX me bro i swear... he doesn't discriminate against any cuddling positions but he is absolutelyyyy a fan of wrapping his arms around you and tucking his face in your neck. and he always gets so clingy if you have to leave for whatever reason, whining half-conscious words at you. one time you stood up from a nap on the couch literally just to turn the tv off and shepherd him to the bedroom and within Seconds of you being out of his grip he was making grabby hands at the empty space you used to occupy and mumbling something along the lines of "come backkkkk."

makeout sessions... mmmph. mingi can't keep his hands to himself, he wants to be as close to you as possible. when you're making out with him his hands are in your hair, then running down your back, gripping at your waist, hips, thighs, wrapping around you to squeeze your ass, trailing back up to your jaw to do it all over again. and he feels so warm and sturdy under your touch, so right against you, a perfect fit. <3

[wosospacegirl]

She’d be SO smug about it!!! maybe Lucy sits back and is like ”if you like them so much, why don’t you get yourself off on it then”

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This after Lucy wins a game so she's oh super tired of being a superstar and the best footballer around, ya know?...

"Stop it, Lovie, I don't have the time right now," Lucy says to reader rather sternly.

"u aren't busy now," reader whines, head on Lucy's thighs as Lucy reads a Spanish book.

"Yes I am, just won the most important game of the season, I need to rest," Lucy mumbled, not even taking a look at the girls sitting on her knees in front of her. "you aren't being very good to me right now, whining in my ear...."

"Sorry," the girl whispers, feeling tears flooding her eyes. "I just really want you,"

"Wait, you're crying?" Lucy asks, dropping the book to the side and taking reader's jaw in her hands.

reader nods, a pout on her face

"Oh my poor baby, can't spend one day without coming," Lucy says condescending, gently tapping reader's lips.

Reader opens her mouth and welcomes Lucy's thumb, softly sucking on it. Doe eyes.

"So here's what we gonna do," Lucy continues. "you're going to take off your clothes and ride my leg until you come, does that sound all right?"

Reader nods again.

"Words, puppy," Lucy warned

"It sounds good, please," reader whines again.

"Pretty girl, now get naked for me," Lucy takes out the thumb from her mouth. "don't forget to be polite to me, or else we won't do anything for the rest of the week.

But Lucy forgets how dumb her girl is for her and for her tights, so reader just stands there naked, watching the way Lucy just sits back, thighs spread open waiting for her.

"What puppy? I thought you wanted my thighs?"

"I do," she mumbled

"Then come here, get yourself off while I finish my book, ok?"

Lucy's girl is more than happy to do that <3

[bonbonly]

Oh I didn’t cook anything! Just laid out the ingredients you gave me the recipe for! It’s all you bon!!

On another thought, Christmas at the Sainz mansion is quite the magical time! Since it doesn’t snow that often in Madrid, they take the whole bunch to their other mansion up in the mountainous regions, so you bet there’s gonna be a lot of skiing, fireplace bonding and cozy sweaters involved. On the flip side though, the Sainz family is nothing but warm and welcoming. They spend every Christmas and new year together as a family, because that’s what’s the most important for them! And don’t feel awkward about the whole deal, Carlos’ friends had spent a couple christmases with them as well, so there’s always an extra seat and plate at the dinner table just in case.

And Mr. and Mrs. Sainz are beyond smitten with the art student, how could they not be? They are quite idealist people themselves, raised their children to be the same way also. It was only a matter of time for Mrs. Sainz to offer her a sponsorship for the upcoming high society exhibitions in Spain.

And don’t get me started on his sisters! Oh, they would be such matchmakers, thinking they’d tease and get a reaction out of Carlos first, only to be baffled by his nonchalant reaction, shrugging his shoulders at the dinner table before turning to look at his little “friend” with hearts in his eyes. If they weren’t surrounded by their parents, they would be making fun of him so bad.

Over the time, as days go by with every moment filled with an activity, poor girl finds herself (unfortunately) breaking her own rules and being drawn to him more and more. Let’s hope she is good at avoiding mistletoes!

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i got myself an actual anon omg!!! 🦦 anon, i hope you stay blessed forever for this 🙏

i have this thought that during the dinner, reader was shifting in her seat uncomfortably and Mrs. Sainz looks over and asks if she’s alright. Poor reader, she’s stuffed with carlos’s cum to the brink, her poor pussy lips only leak his gift to her through her panties. but she obviously couldn’t say that! she shakes her her and says she isn’t feeling well, and the entire family breaks down worrying over her. mrs. sainz insists she stays for a whole week, accompanying them and carlos’s sisters are more than eager to share their room with her and their clothes. carlos, in the meantime, takes a bite of his food with a knowing smirk.

the whole family loves her to death. skiing trips, cozy sweaters like you said anon but lets not forget to include christmas movies and that mistletoe you mentioned! It was probably his sisters’ idea to hang the mistletoe in the kitchen where he was making breakfast and our lovely reader was just trying to get some napkins after spilling paint onto her hands. mrs. sainz had given her a few contacts to some high end gallery that would happen at the end of the month, and artstudent!reader is once again back on her grind. she stops to see the mistletoe, and frowns, turning her back on carlos, but to her surprise, he does the same and doesn’t even acknowledge her! she should be happy right? but she couldnt stop thinking about it, those stolen glances during the skiing trips, the way he snuggled against her when they were watching movies together. she even overheard his parents talking about how carlos pulled a few strings to get her that exhibition! she probably stands there pouting to herself as she wipes her hands, and seeing no action, carlos’s sisters leave the kitchen completely annoyed. as soon as they leave, carlos walks to stand behind her, gently nibbling her ear,

“how are you feeling, do you like my house?” theres a gentleness in his voice, that nearly makes her question if she’s dreaming or not. a small shrug of her shoulders as him giggling, “you’re still stubborn as ever, mi vida,” and his nose dives just below her ear, nuzzling fondly.

"thanks, i guess, for the art exhibition," she'd try her hardest to sound like she didn't care, but she couldn't stop the way her heart fluttered around her chest, refusing to quiet down. carlos's lips curve into a large smile, and he'd lower her to her knees before glancing around to make sure his sisters didn't walk back in.

"show me how thankful you are," he'd smirk. now tell me why artstudent!reader is unbuckling his belt as fast as she can? was she actually that down bad for him secretly? who knew, surely not her. she's sucking his cock like she was made just for that, and when he throws his head back, praise flowing out of his mouth, she smiles against him, she's living off of this. she's got his cock deep in her throat, palming his balls as he's cooing about how good her throat feels, how she's perfect, "oh, princesa, eres toda mia, eres tan perfecta" after he drowns her mouth with his cum, he'll pull her to her feet, his thumb brushing the last bits of his essence into her mouth as she sucks his thumb with wide eyes. a small chuckle rumbles in his chest, and he peppers her face with kisses. she'll probably glance up at the mistletoe, still in a rush from what just happened and with a teasing smile, he'll pull her into an actual kiss, not minding his own taste on his mouth for once.

so as the holiday break draws to a close, artstudent!reader has learned a LOT. for one, the sainz's family adores her to death, and will always text her about new exhibitions and artists to introduce her to. she's starting to attend social events, meeting rich people and being commissioned on the basis which will definitely help pay for college. carlos's sisters basically treat her like their best mate, always on phone calls with her and giggling about some drama that happened at their own university.

and as for carlos.

hehe, im sure our lovely reader thinks the whole charade was just for carlos to get in her pants and she whole heartedly believes that (even though she hates it beyond compare). she ignores him once she gets back to campus, once again on the study hard mindset that she always has. and then one day, she's out painting another banner for another football game but instead of a ball tipping paint onto her banner.

"ok, which idiot-" she pauses when she looks up to see carlos crouching next to her with a smile on his lips,

"the things i have to do to get your attention," he muses, and all she can do is blush madly, unable to stop herself from grinning insanely.

needless to say, carlos and her end up being permanently banned from the art closet. though, her teacher did make the exception saying she was only allowed there if she took a friend from her class with her. as for carlos, he'd have to come up with better places on campus to have sex with her. maybe, he'd invite her back home once more for a permanent stay.

[rinhaler]

i’m in love with your yakuza toji and shiu like actually OBSESSED!! if your requests are still open, can you do one like the meeting, but you’re being a brat to get their attention and they’re won’t do anything till after the meeting? you can see how the rest goes thoo!! lots of loveee -🦦anon

I'm so behind on requests I'm so sorry agdjsjklaghsj hopefully this is worth the wait tho!! Haven't thought about that drabble in forever but I'm glad u liked it so much!!

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, daddy kink, exhibitionism?, public setting, cucking? shiu idk, reader used as an ashtray low key, spanking, pussy slaps, face slapping, vaginal sex, degradation, praise, creampie, orgasm denial, brat taming. (lmk if i missed any!)

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“Daddy—”

“Shush, baby. Gotta pay attention.” Toji tells you, bringing his finger to his lips to tell you what you need to do. You need to be quiet and behave. And yet, you can’t.

You aren’t sure what’s wrong with you today. His jaw is strong and his muscular frame dominates the room. He won’t mind if you touch him a little, you’re sure. He’s just as insatiable as you are. More so, normally. You’re a little surprised to see him actually focus on a meeting for once, but you’re confident that you can steal his attention from it.

He looks down at his thigh as your hand settles there, dainty fingers start to grab and squeeze at his quads. They roam upwards towards his crotch, and you smile to yourself as you get closer and closer. Though you gasp, lightly, when you feel his hand grasp firmly around your wrist.

You look up to see his eyes fixed on yours. There isn’t a hint of amusement in his expression.

“Was daddy unclear when he said pay attention?” he asks. You quickly shake your head with a downtrodden pout. Even your little sniffles don’t bother him, his face stoic and unchanging. “I thought as much. So sit still and be quiet, brat.” he warns you.

You fold your arms over each other and you pout harder than you thought possible. Your eyebrows scrunch as you do all of you can to focus on the meeting, just like your daddy. But you can’t. It’s so boring and you just don’t care. It scares you to hear about murder and violence, even if it is menial to them.

It’s their norm, not yours.

“S-Shiu…” you whisper, turning your head to face Toji’s second in command who sits on the other side of you. “Wanna go home.”

You don’t notice Toji looking at you, but Shiu does. It’s brief, but scathing. A subtle look out of the corner of his eyes to display his frustration with you. Shiu swallows lightly, feeling sorry for your predicament. Normally Toji is so mindful of you and your neediness, he can’t help but wonder what has encouraged his boss’ change of heart today. Perhaps he’s trying to train you better. Regardless, he clears his throat and looks into your eyes.

“You can be good for a few more minutes, sweetheart.” Shiu tells you as he checks the time on his wristwatch. “Not much longer, promise.” he assures you, he lightly holds your chin and strokes it with his thumb.

Just a few more minutes.

“Keep your fucking legs open or I’m not touchin’ your cunt for the rest of the year.” Toji warns you. You sniff as tears spill from your lashline, slowly opening your legs again for the man circling the meeting table. You yelp as a stinging slap comes down atop your thigh, and another harsh wet smack hits your pussy.

“Ah!” you scream, squirming from the impact.

“Sh, sh shhh, ‘m here.” Shiu coos from behind you.

You’re flat against the desk while Shiu stands behind you. Your wrists are crossed while he holds them against the table above your head. His cigarette dangles from his lips, and you can’t help but wince as ash flickers down on occasion.

Toji told him to use you like an ash tray.

“I fuck you one time in a meeting, and you think that’s how they’re all gonna go? Hm.” Toji states. It feels like a question, though you don’t try to speak in fear of making things worse. Your eyes roll back as his thumb carefully rubs over your clit, only twice, before he wipes the residue on your exposed stomach. “Glad you’re wet, jus’ how daddy likes…” he starts.

“You risk embarrassing your daddy when you misbehave like that, you know.” Shiu tells you. He’s seamlessly able to pin your wrists down with just one hand, deciding to flick ash down into your face to accentuate his point. “Do you want people to think he’s weak?”

“N-No! Daddy isn’t weak!” you explain. You should be ashamed of yourself when your eyes cross and you silence yourself with a bite to your lower lip as Toji stuffs his thick cock into you.

“You should have just fucked her.” Shiu smiles. You don’t even react when you feel his palm land harshly against your cheek. In fact, your tongue lolls as you lose yourself to the feeling of being their toy. “Look how quiet she’s being now, little slut.”

“You don’t even deserve my cock,” Toji speaks. And you know he’s right.

You shouldn’t be rewarded for disobeying him like you did. But you don’t care, you’re getting what you wanted all along. Toji does your thinking for you, after all. And right now, he doesn’t want you to think. He just wants to remind you that you’re his dumb pet. He wants to remind you of what you love so much and what he can easily take away if you choose to act up again.

“Wasn’t gonna do this for ya, princess. But I can’t help myself, not when there’s a perfect wet cunt in my face.”

Shiu strikes your face again. And your face contorts as you feel dry, tarred ash land on the tip of your tongue after he aims it to land there. You almost choke from the vile taste, but you’re prevented from thinking again as Shiu offers you a third and final slap on your cheek.

The hardest one yet.

“Say ‘thank you’ to your daddy.” he orders.

“T-Thank you daddy! Thank you.” you cry, looking into his eyes as he continues to perfectly angle his cock into your sweet spot. You know you won’t last much longer at this rate. You want to tell him. You want to tell him that you aren’t going to be able to hold out and that you’re going to make a mess any second now. “I love you, d-daddy!” you wail, and he smirks.

“Yeah? You fuckin’ love me?” he chuckles. “I love you, princess, such a good girl f’me.”

“S-So much!” you answer. “Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou I—!”

“Something tells me she’s going to cum, Toji.” Shiu smirks. He looks down at you, focusing on your eyes as they begin to squint harder and harder. “Are you cumming for daddy, sweetheart? Are you going to let her?” he asks, looking at his superior after speaking to you.

Toji grunts as he cums inside of you, and you feel the warmth spread throughout your womb. You feel so full. So content. Because this is what you wanted all along. You wanted daddy’s love. And it’s almost enough to pull you over the edge right along with him.

But his hips begin to slow, the pressure he’d built up within you begins to dissipate and you feel like you’ve been thrown out of a rocket ship without any gear. You’re starved for oxygen and you can’t take a single breath.

“Daddy, daddy don’t stop.. ‘m g-gonna cum for you. I was s-o so close!” you whimper, lip wobbling as you try your damnedest to convince him to finish you off, too.

But you don’t like the look in his eye. The menacing, mischievous look that tell you no such thing shall transpire. You aren’t going to get to cum. After all of this, you don’t get to fucking cum.

“I will decide when you are allowed to cum again, princess.” Toji tells you. “But after your bratting today, that won’t be for a very long time.”

© 2023 rinhaler

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Spent the evening driving through a really boujee neighborhood looking at Christmas lights, and all the houses are these huge ass mansions basically. And it made me think about dating rich older Wanda and maybe she lives in one of these big fancy homes and you’re coming over to her house for the first time and you pull up and are just in awe of how big her house is and you literally are speechless and she’s just smirking at your reaction to the house and then you spend the rest of the evening having sex all over the house

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HAHA yes older rich milf Wanda being all smug about your reaction to her fucking mansion and she loves seeing your awe and starts spoiling you with really expensive gifts just to see your raw emotions and reactions and gratitude

She totally would fuck you in every room of the house lol she'd be like "And here's my indoor movie theatre" and then smirk at the way your jaw drops before she drops to her knees and eats you out until your moans reverberate around the room

[libraryofloveletters]

for the 6k celebration: (CONGRATS BTW!)

sebastian vettel x secret!wife (maybe famous?) could also have secret child and then launching them or getting caught in interviews or something?<3 sorry this is VERY vague :/

also mick cameo?

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thank you love! hopefully this is what you wanted :) // all photos are from instagram and/or pinterest -- fc: sydney sweeney - @syndey_sweeney on insta!

mom and dad

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youruser: thank you to everyone who came tonight! I cannot wait for all of you to see the movie that glenpowell and I put our everything into 🫶🏽 I love you all! 

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mickschumacher: beautiful!! 

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ynfan: you’re so pretty!!! 

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worldchampseb: no seb cameo in this ?? 

↪️youruser: not this one 😭

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sebastianvettel: the beginning bmwmmotorsports 

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sebv5: miss you in f1 🥲

youruser: dorky ass haircut 

bmwmmotorsports: never forget. dreams come true - if you work so hard for them as you did

ynfan: y/ns comment???!?!!?!?!

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youruser: mommy and daddy (ft. uncle micky on tv) vs the last few months ❤️

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[nakylvr]

okay but sophia whose never given head before choking on your strap bcs it’s “too big”

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no cause she's determined at first, getting on her knees until she sees it and she knows she won't be able to take all of it. her big puppy eyes staring up at you as she slowly takes it in her mouth, and you can tell she's hesitating. putting your hand on her head and slowly pushing her further down until she gags on it, her hands gripping your thighs tightly. she tries so hard to take all of it but she just can't, tears instantly welling in her eyes when you push her head down and her throat is throbbing by the time you pull her off and a string of her saliva connects to the strap. 😵‍💫

[cosmosluckycharms]

🦦 here again

🦦 ok, I have something else I imagined Bug like Angel

🦦 Spider!Reader damaged his computer and asked Tim for help, but he is in his moment of negligence so he obviously does nothing.

🦦 Spider!Reader ends up asking Penny for help, who, in addition to fixing it, improves it a thousand times.

🦦 When the whole mess happens, Tim offers to fix and upgrade the computer, only to be told by Spider!Reader that a little girl already did the job and even now has more technology than the Batcomputer and any other upgrades Tim tries to add (or hack)

WAIT CAN I USE THIS THIS IS FIRE

😛

[bellysoupset]

heeeyyyy back at it again with me requesting my girl lollll <3 (only bc you asked for requests!!! (i’ve been dying to request sth but didn’t wanna be annoying))

soo i’ve been craving some wen/jon for a bit bc ofc i have💀 SO I WAS THINKING!! (this is so specific and long im so sorry) what if wen starts to get sick at work and jon gets worried and annoys her into leaving work early. and so he takes her home but then on his way home he starts feeling bleh too and kinda just falls asleep when he gets back. BUT THEN wen gets worse and in the middle of the night calls jon bc she’s like super sick and out of it and feverish and alone, but bc jon is also pretty sick, it just ends up being leo taking care of both of them <333 the more angsty the better ofc but also no worries if it’s not ♥️

no pressure at all to write this bc i know it’s pretty detailed and idk if you’d like this prompt? but i just thought i’d ask heheheheh <3333

(on a completely different short note,, vin+wen are so adorable with max aahhhh i was blushing throughout that whole cabin trip fic🤭🥹)

as always, KEEP SLAYING!!!!

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Otter!! You're back! How are you, honey?

Loved the request 💕TW: there's some fatphobia talk towards the middle, Wendy about herself (triggered by the fever).

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As lunch arrived, Wendy knew something wasn't right.

Many things weren't right, to be more specific. Bell and Luke were occupying the back of her thoughts, as she carried the secret, and then there was the fact Vince and Luke didn't seem to be talking, again, and well... Wendy felt silly for being so drained over problems that weren't truly hers, but she was.

Jonah, on the other hand, seemed to be on cloud nine lately. Oblivious to the outside world, he couldn't smile more if he tried and Wendy had overheard the nurses giggling about the doctor being in such a good mood.

Through some stroke of a miracle her schedule was coinciding with Jon's this week and they sat together in the cafeteria, Jonah having lunch before he left and her halfway through her shift. He pulled his chair to be side by side with hers and scrolled through his phone as he showed her several pictures of the venues he was considering.

She couldn't look at her plate, revulsion swimming in her belly, and Wendy pushed the dish away, grabbing her juice bottle and leaning back against her seat.

"That's a gorgeous place," she said, as Jonah scrolled past a picture of a whimsical fairytale venue. He scrolled back up and raised his eyebrows as if agreeing.

"Pretty, but not really our speed," he zoomed in the picture, "we're not the fairytale type."

"Uhm..." Wendy pinched her nose bridge and moved closer on her seat, so she could press her cheek to Jonah's shoulder. He raised a surprised eyebrow at the touch, but didn't say anything, "I guess. You're looking at more of a sleek vibe?"

"Yes, classical, but modern..." Jonah saved the item anyway and when Wen made a puzzled expression, he opened a sneaky smile, "for when it's your turn."

She rolled her eyes, without any energy even to blush at the implication, "not any time soon," Wendy planted her elbow on the table and gulped down as the smell of food assaulted her. She pulled back, breathing slowly out of her mouth and when she opened her eyes again, Jonah had pocketed his phone and was staring at her openly.

"You're sick," he accused, squinting, and Wendy shook her head.

"No, I'm not," convincing enough, Wendy mentally patted herself on the back, "just a long week-" it had been, Jonah couldn't deny that...

He rolled his eyes, "uh-hu," Jon scoffed, reaching without hesitation and planting his hand to her forehead. Wendy jumped back, spooked, but it had been enough for him, "and did your long week give you a fever, Dee?"

Wendy's cheeks flushed, but she also couldn't help the squeeze in her heart at the nickname. Whenever Jonah called her that, she melted. She let out a sigh, "I have three more hours to go, I can power through-"

"Darling, no," Jonah scoffed, getting up and gesturing for her to do the same, "you don't just have a fever, you're clearly queasy too and you don't wanna be stranded in the doctor's headquarters when that hits in full force... C'mon, I'll drive you home."

Wendy hesitated, chewing on her lip, but Jon only rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, ushering her up, "no point arguing, Wen," he scolded her, pushing her forward.

The change of positions caused her head to swim and Wendy stumbled, pressing herself against his arm and taking a shallow breath, "Oh crap... Yeah, get me out of here," she pinched her nose bridge and squeezed her eyes until the world came back into focus.

Jonah followed her like a shadow as she clocked out early and requested a replacement. His own shift was already over and he seemed unbothered by the bureaucratic process that was a doctor leaving early, scrolling through his phone and occasionally looking up as Wendy stumbled over her own feet.

Finally they were in his car and Wendy pressed her forehead to the cold window, letting out a soft burp under her breath as Jon circled the vehicle. There was a ding-ding-ding over her head as the driver's door opened and closed, then Jon's hand was on her back, "Dee?"

Wendy swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth and leaned back on the seat, "I'm okay..." she turned her head to look at him, everything felt horrible and sluggish, "are... Are you okay?" now she frowned, even through the fever haze able to pinpoint something was off with her best friend.

Usually, Jonah's skin was a russet, reddish-brown, but when he got pale all the warmth seemed to be depleted, an ashy tone taking its place. Besides that, his lips seemed to melt into his skin, despite normally being a dark shade of earthy-pink.

"I'm fine," he started the car and Wendy squinted at him, the motion doing nothing to ease her nausea. She muffled another little burp on her hand, blushing and mumbling a weak "excuse me..."

Jonah waved her off and Wendy squirmed on her seat, "you're not feeling well either, are you?"

"I'm fine," he repeated, stealing a glance at her, "you're gonna make yourself sicker in this position, seat correctly and put on your seatbelt."

"Yes, dad," Wendy rolled her eyes, but obeyed and closed her eyes, leaning back her head. Her stomach was churning uncomfortably, the small amount she had been able to eat at lunch sloshing around and causing a burn on the back of her throat. She planted a hand on her belly, rubbing it lightly, and blushed even more at the thought of how gross she probably looked...

The car came to a slow stop and she felt the back of Jonah's hand pressed to her cheek, "you're really warm, Wendy," he said, his voice sounding frustrated, "were you feeling sick since morning?"

"Were you?" She grumbled, then cupped a hand over her lips as the little line caused more acid to trickle her throat and a weak gag. The car started moving again.

"I'm not sick," Jonah scoffed, in denial. Wendy let out a huff, if she had puked already he could pass it off as sympathy sickness but as it stood... She opened her eyes, looking at him. There was a glint of perspiration all over his face and Jonah had a grimace on, not counting on her studying him.

The idiot.

Turning her head had been a bad idea, because it caused a wave of carsickness to hit her and Wendy felt sticky all over. She closed her eyes again, breathing out slowly and gulped down... The act of swallowing caused another gag and she vaguely heard Jonah cursing-

The car came to a second stop and Wendy opened her eyes just as Jon leaned over her, pushing her door open. Wendy leaned out and the seatbelt squeezed her in the middle like a rope, around her neck and tickling her gag reflex.

She let out a sob as her lunch made a nasty reappearance in one chunky splash on the asphalt. Wendy coughed, trying to clear her throat and reached blindly to get rid of the seatbelt, only for a pair of hands to aid her.

Her belly clenched again and Wendy had barely any time to push her hair out of the way before another stream came up, more liquid this time around and burning her throat.

She sniffled, pitifully, ears unblocking as the retching tapered off, and she was left gasping for air and trying to spit out the horrible taste.

"Here," Jonah's voice was very soft as he pushed a bottle of lukewarm water in her hands, "swish it around," he instructed and Wendy obeyed, spitting out the stale water and coughing once more before sitting back.

Jon pushed her hair behind her ears and Wendy sniffled, angrily trying to get rid of the tears clinging to her lashes. She hated throwing up, not only the horrible sensation, but how vulnerable and disgusting it made her feel. Clearly Jon could read it all on her face, because despite the fact his own pallor had moved straight into corpse-grey territory, he cupped her cheeks and offered her a strained smile, "you're okay," he stroked her cheek with his thumbs, "take a breath, darling."

It was so soft and Wendy was feeling so incredibly wretched, that all the gentleness had the opposite of the desired effect, causing another sob to bubble up and tears to well in her eyes, "I don't feel well..."

"I know, I know," Jonah frowned at her, all but mounting the handbrake as he pulled her into a hug, "I know, Dee. Shhh-"

She clung to his sweater, curling up on the passenger seat and trying to burrow her face in the crook of Jonah's arm, crying in the awkward hug that was more of a headlock. Jon made a wounded noise, but didn't pull back, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

It took her a handful of minutes before the tears stopped and Wendy pulled back from the embrace, wiping at her face. Her head was throbbing now from crying and her eyes hurt, like she had accidentally spilled shampoo in them and done a poor job of washing it off. Jon was watching her closely, "Wen?"

"I'm sorry-" Her voice sounded like she had just gargled with glass, "sorry... Can we go?"

He nodded, before pausing and lowering his forehead to the steering wheel, raising his index as if asking her to stand-by. Wendy raised her eyebrows, planting a hand on his back, "Jon..." She cooed, "sweetheart, you're not well..."

Which was bad, considering he was the one driving.

Jonah didn't bother denying this time around, instead he just squeezed his eyes shut, taking a measured breath, "just a little dizzy..."

"Is it a vertigo episode?" Wendy asked, continuing to rub her hand up and down his back.

He frowned, not opening his eyes, "no... Just give me a minute, Dee."

Understanding he wanted silence, Wendy clammed her mouth shut and focused on getting a hold of herself. Throwing up hadn't made even a dent on her nausea and she still felt like her stomach was filled with liquid, but at least her mouth wasn't watering like crazy anymore. She was freezing, which made sense considering the car door was open and it was January...

Wendy slammed it shut, shuddering, and Jonah startled, sitting back up. As he moved, he let out a large burp, hand moving up to muffle it, but being a second too late. He wrinkled his nose, cheeks turning dark with a blush, "sorry..." his voice was all distorted, deep in his chest and Wendy shrugged.

"It's fine," she rubbed his arm, "you feel better?"

It was clear that he didn't, but Jonah grit his teeth and nodded, "yeah. Let's get you home."

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Jonah wasn't sure what had hit him. In one minute he had been waiting for Wendy to clock out of work, texting Leo that he'd be taking her home so probably not have the full afternoon free like he had planned, and in the other there was cold sipping down to his fucking bones.

The speed at which his condition had deteriorated had been alarming, but not as much as seeing his best friend bawl her eyes out. Wendy was a crier when it came to movies, but not when it was her life. It made his stomach squeeze into a horrible knot as she clutched his arm and sobbed like a little kid.

Her cheeks were a blazing red and her green eyes were droopy with fever by the time he parked in her garage, taking her spot. Wendy swayed dangerously on her feet as she got out and Jonah circled the car, wrapping his arm around her back, "we're almost there," he promised, squeezing her and fighting the urge to rattle her like a toy. It was awful to see her this down for the count.

Wendy leaned into him, pressing her forehead to his chest and gulping down loudly as they entered the elevator, "my stomach... I'm going to be sick, Jon..." she groaned and Jonah's own stomach churned at the warning. He couldn't even fathom the possibility of dealing with vomit when his lunch was sitting like a brick inside.

"We're almost in your apartment," he soothed her, pressing the 6th button twice more, just out of anxiety. Wendy let out a little burp, sickly wet, and gulped down, not saying a thing. She didn't even excuse herself, which was wildly out of character.

Jonah counted the seconds, looking up and gulping the sticky sensation in his mouth. It felt like his tongue was too big for it and he felt the urge to open his jaw and breath through his mouth like those dogs, but he knew this was only going to make him gag. His body luring him into a trap.

Wendy let out a groan, wrapping an arm around her stomach and sniffling, "Jon..."

"Almost there," he repeated, leg bouncing nervously, "try to hold it..." he bossed, before adding a weak, "I'm sorry."

Wendy gulped down again, pressing a hand to her mouth and shuddering violently, whole spine curling as she retched, but it was non-productive.

The elevator came to a stop and immediately Jonah was jumping ahead, grabbing the emergency keys that he had and unlocking the door as Wendy sprinted under his arm.

She rushed into the powder room and he heard the distinctive noise of her heaving, but Jonah couldn't bring his own feet to move. He pressed his forehead to the front door, shutting it with his weight and breathed slowly through his mouth. His stomach let out a nasty gurgle and Jon wrapped an arm around it, waiting until the cramp eased up.

Down the hall he heard a crash and Jonah sprung into action, the gnawing sensation in his stomach be damned. Wendy had collapsed down in front of the toilet, but she had tried to get up and put too much of her weight on the towel holder, causing the whole thing to collapse.

She was curled up on the ground, with the towel crumped next to her, a cut on her knee and through her lilac pants and the metal structure hanging by one handle on the wall.

"Wendy," Jonah couldn't help but let out a surprised chuckle at the image, although his smile faded as she heard her sniffle.

"I'm horrible," it was the fever speaking, he knew, but it didn't stop Jonah from feeling a pang in his chest as she sat there with a bruised knee and trying really hard not to start crying again, "I'm a whale, I broke the stupid thing-"

"Oh Wendy, shush it," Jonah scoffed, crouching down and avoiding looking at the toilet, closing the lid and gulping down, "that thing was a piece of crap, stop with this nonsense," he scolded her sharply, rolling up her pants and cringing at the purple bruise already forming.

Wendy let out a whimper, curling up against her bathtub and angrily wiping the tears on the corner of her eyes, "I wanna go to bed..." She wrapped her arms around her stomach, groaning softly as she rocked back and forth, "Jon..."

"Are you gonna be sick again?" He asked, moving closer to her and reaching to uncurl her from the position. Wendy hesitated, whole face wrinkling up with a grimace.

"I'm not sure..." She gulped down, "my stomach feels awful..."

"Okay," Jonah knew, deep down, that moving her was a bad idea, but he couldn't deny her anything when she looked this pitiful, "okay, c'mere-" he wrapped an arm behind her back, helping her up and the minute he did, Wendy lunged for the toilet once more, throwing the lid open hastily as she barely had any time before bringing up another wave of vomit.

It splattered all over the seat and Jonah was forced to let go of her as his lunch immediately rushed up, causing him to throw himself onto the sink. He covered his ears with his hands, squeezing his eyes shut as the foamy vomit fell into the bowl and his stomach convulsed several times.

Behind him, even with his ears covered, he heard the loud noise of flushing and Wendy coughing several times. Jonah let out a sick burp, panting and spitting the ropes of saliva still pooling in his mouth, "I'm-I'msssorry..." he slurred, feeling like the worst friend ever. He had taken Wendy home and now there he was being an even bigger burden.

Wendy answered him with a groan, pushing the lid closed once again and stumbling up, using his belt as support. She clumsily planted a hand on his back, patting completely out of rhythm, "are you good...?"

Jonah nodded, burping under his breath twice more and taking a drink from the tap, washing the bowl with his eyes closed before daring to open them, "yeah..." he met her eyes on the mirror, green and drowsy, "I'm good... Let's get you into bed."

Together they stumbled down the hall almost like drunks and Wendy immediately collapsed on the bed, kicking off her shoes and burying her face on the pillow. Jonah stood, awkwardly, next to her bed. In some recess of his mind he knew there were things he should be doing. Water, thermometer. Bucket.

However, his body felt so heavy and he was struggling to think through the fever — Wendy's fingers wrapped around his wrist and she tugged, hard, on his arm, pulling him down. There wasn't a bone in his body to fight it and Jonah immediately collapsed down, barely avoiding crushing her with his body.

Her pillow was cool and soft and he let out a groan, rolling on the bed and breathing out. His head was pounding and his stomach was churning once more, nausea starting to prickle him all over. Wendy pushed her back against his arm and Jonah forced his eyes open, staring at the side of her face. The redness coloring her cheeks was down her neck and exposed chest, like angry marks.

"Wendy...?"

"Uhm?" Wendy's eyes were closed and she was taking deep breaths, facing up the ceiling. Jonah scooted closer, feeling like he was freezing and seeking out her warmth.

"Are you leaving...?" He rasped out, staring intently at her. Wendy frowned, opening her eyes.

"Are you kicking me out my own bed...?"

"What?" Jonah blinked at her, flabbergasted, struggling to understand, "no, I- No! Are you leaving to Doveport?" he asked, then raised a hand to interrupt her answer, turning his face and muffling a sick burp against the pillow. Acid tickled his throat and he gagged, but it was unproductive.

Jonah moved his face away from the pillow, wiping the drool from his lips and Wendy was staring at him, unimpressed, her lids heavy with exhaustion, "I think I should call Leo," she whispered, her voice weak and Jon frowned at her.

"Why? Does Leo know...?"

"You're delirious," she groaned, pushing herself up, "you're not making any- Any sense..." Wendy shivered violently, eyes scanning the room for her phone, although her purse had been dropped by the front door.

Jonah grabbed her hand, stopping her from getting up from the bed, "so no? You're not leaving?" he pulled her down once again and Wendy frowned, pressing her hand to his cheek, trying to check his fever, although it was nearly impossible considering how warm she was.

"No, I'm not leaving-" she cupped his forehead, "you don't feel that warm..."

Jonah grumbled something, closing his eyes and reaching blindly, wrapping his hand on her shoulder and tugging her down on the bed, so he could hide his face against her neck, "you need to rest-" he rasped out and Wendy squirmed under him, but not trying to pull away. Instead, she wrapped herself around him and Jonah grimaced as he felt her arm wrap around his middle, his stomach sloshing at the movement.

Wendy let out a deep sigh, muffling a cough against his chest and he decided he could deal with everything in a moment, he just needed to rest his eyes for a minute.

TBC

[spiderlot]

OMG DID YOU SEE THE NEW PICTURE OF SOAPY IN A SUIT ????

https://x.com/cnballottie/status/1894410980290920510?s=46&t=-MS-0HrCBjyVLVmWq49cxQ

transmasc!natalie … pls come home the kids need you … tmasc!nat who keeps his hair long bc he doesn’t gaf about gender presentation fr … genderfluid nat wait …

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WOAHH HUMMINA.

helping him tie his tie ☹️ and that looks like a leather suit....likely for him. he's a gentleman and offers you it while walking home from a date night but demands it back once you're home because its his second baby..

tmasc nat wearing dresses...tmasc nat leg hair while in dresses....hello. calling him your man, your hubby, or boyfriend while he's in a tight dress 😇😇

i loveeee genderfluid nat!!!!!!!!!!! knowing when he feels more like a girl for the day because she just holds herself different!!!

[lustlovehart]

Kalim is such a cutie! I love him already, I’m so excited for your scarabia chapter. No rush though, take all the time you need! I love your writing and good writing takes time.

Oh and also would Kalim potentially bring Y/n into the lamp with him? Wouldn’t that be nice, or maybe not. Maybe Y/n would die soon since Y/n doesn’t work like how genies work. I’d also like to give Kalim a big big hug, since he’s such a silly patooter.

—🦦 anon

Kalim is so fun to write, because while everyone else is all dark and vicious, you look over to him and he’s sparkling with joy… too much joy… It’s scarier than being locked in a room with everyone else. Ahhh! I’m happy you’re excited! Hopefully, it will come sooner than Heartslaybul has! The draft I have for it is enticing (Or I like to believe it is)

The reason why Heartslaybul is taking so long is because I didn’t draft a plot when I began writing it, so I had to make a storyline based on Riddles and then build off of that, plus there’s five of them. But! the good thing is that I’ve learned from my consequences, so the rest of the Chapter for each group has a general plot drafted all I need to do is write and it’ll come eout sooner!

I won’t delve too deep into it as to avoid spoilers but! There are lamps involved to keep it vague. I like to think Kalim really does want to bring you in there with him, not only is there no limit to what he can do inside there, but he can essentially make whatever it is you want, he’s determined to make your happy dreams come true! It’s scary if he does actually bring you in there, as now, you’re stuck inside an enclosed space where you can’t leave without him letting you, literally, you’ve searched but there is no exit or entrance without him.

If you accept it, you’ll live with luxury and everything you could want (other than having alone time)! But if you don’t, you could always try convincing him with hugs and kisses, though it might backfire as he could confuse it with you loving it here.

Be careful when you hug him, unless you want all the love he has for you to come out and overwhelm you (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞. You go in completely fine and come out wheezing as he literally squeezes all the air out of you.

[wosospacegirl]

just had a new brain rot and it could work as an idea for the roomates fic!! Maybe when kyra and reader start dating they go to a team movie night. Then they sit together cuddling on a bean bag and kyra keeps tickling reader under the blanket and making reader giggle 😂 and eventually Leah is like ”there better be no funny business happening under the covers” or ”hands where we can see them”

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"I'm serious," leah said, pointing at Yn and then at Kyra. "You sit there, and you sit here next to me."

"What the fuck?" Yn said, holding Kyra's hand harder. "It's a film night...with the whole team, what you think me and Kyra could possibly do?!"

Leah rolled her eyes. "I've been your age once, and I know a lot can happen on a film night."

"Been my age? We are the same age, mate," Yn said, throwing her hands in the air dramatically.

"Whatever, I'm still the captain, and a team film night means I'm still in charge."

"You didn't do that with Katie and Caitlin when they started dating! They're literally cuddling right now, and you aren't bating an eye!" Yn said, pointing at the couple on the other sofa.

"Don't put us in the middle of your fight," katie said. "The difference between you and us is that me and Caitlin aren't in the honeymoon phase. We can actually keep our hands to ourselves."

"Bro, your hands are literally on Caitlin's thighs," kyra said stoically, as if just stating a fact.

"Me and Kyra are staying here!" Yn stated, crossing her arms.

Leah pinched the bridge of her nose. "Whatever, just keep yours hands where i can see them."

Let's just say kyra didn't follow through Leah's orders <3

Yeah, bestie, i might have to put this scene in And they were roommates 😩😩😩

[bonbonly]

And what if I raise you: sugardaddy!carlos who takes artist!reader (not student) all over the world for inspiration. Doesn’t care that he has a business empire to run, and he’ll surely find an excuse to say to his dad, but he hears that you’re trying to finish a piece with no inspiration left in the tank? Pack your bags and your supplies, we’re going on a trip it seems like!

Would take her to every corner of the world and let her finish her pieces in wherever is necessary. And he’s such a gentleman about it too! Always making sure her work area is peaceful, brews coffee for her, gives constructive criticism whenever it is needed. If she needs some time alone with no distractions, that’s fine too! He’ll just sit somewhere else, leave the door ajar so he can still watch her work, since it is fascinating to him to watch her in her element. Maybe check on his work himself as well, direct people from the other side of the world, no biggie.

Oh, and definitely gives her a precious gift for completing her painting. Whether it be a nice set of custom jewelry (the jewelers in Milan HATE his ass), or gladly spending hours on his knees until hers feel weak for days, that’s up to you :)

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🦦 anon this is so sweettt! not gonna be a full thought but oh my goddd

sugardaddy!carlos is constantly praising you for whatever you create. he's so proud of you. he'll buy you all the expensive paint supplies you need and take you to every art museum in the entire world because he cares that much about you!

and please, THE JEWLRY LMFAO, he's gifting you so many necklaces and earrings. whenever you walk into the store you usually buy from, they're already groaning out loud because carlos just spent 5 hours making sure his baby got the most perfect necklace to ever exist.

and after a very beautiful art gallery where you've spent hours walking around, talking to guests and explaining your work to them, he decides to reward you. he wants you wearing that diamond necklace with your name on it, completely naked for him as he's eating you out.

"you deserve to cum so many times, princesa, you were so good today!" he whispers into your cunt, licking and sucking your folds. you're moaning, grinding against his face and he's letting you use him however you please because he always gives his baby whatever she wants!

[spirit-lanterns]

I was the one who sent the Himeko and Topaz submission, and i wanted to give an updated version. Now Imagine Topaz, Himeko, and Jingliu. Yes, three tops, two fire types, and one ice type.. for the best temperature play. Foursome with them would literally be heaven, just imagine.

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I want to write a fic on this at some point because I think a foursome would these three would actually make my head spin 😵‍💫

The temperature play would be off the charts. You’d be so hot and burning up from Topaz and Himeko feeling you up, but then Jingliu comes in to save you with her tongue, licking sweet, languid strokes over your clit to calm your senses down. Just when things get too cold though, Topaz heats up her fingers and gives your nipples a teasing pinch, Himeko coming up from behind to spread your pussy wider for Jingliu to lick more.

Himeko’s hot fingers combined with Jingliu’s cold tongue has you writhing in absolute ecstasy, Topaz’s heat on your nipples making you spasm until you cream all over Jingliu’s tongue. You’re just so sensitive from so many temperatures at once, and all three women are chuckling to themselves because you’re just so cute! They could play with you for hours 💕

[minheelovelee]

thinking about which &team members are gonna have gfs who is a pillow princess, like they would absolutely buy you cute and tight clothings and plushies which you will cry on when they fck you

(also can I be 🦦 anon? Ik I'm gonna be a regular here since you write about &Team and Treasure)

one time i answered this ask a long time ago and then my app crashed and i lost all my progress so i never did it again. thanks tumblr. lets try again with a few members.

yes you can be 🦦anon friend!! thanks for joining my list!

teamies who love pillow princesses

warnings: nsfw under cut. dom!teamies. fuma + nicho.

fuma

this is sososo fuma-coded. he’s the first member i thought of. he loves to take care of you! the world would have to stop turning for fuma to let you raise a finger in the bedroom. he loves that fact that you can let yourself go and take whatever he gives you.

the first time he saw you grab a plushie during sex, he melted. before stepping out the door one morning, he ended up going down on you. typically loving your hands in his hair, he swatted them away with a stern “no”. he watched your reaction closely, and couldn’t help but laugh when he saw that your hands flew to one of his plushies on your bed. the way you wrapped your arms around it as you grew closer to orgasm had him hooked. needless to say, he now encourages you to hold onto a stuffie during sex so he can coo at you.

nicho

maybe i’m biased, but nicho fits this role well. he’s quite gentle with his actions, but he can go for hours. if you have the energy to get frisky during the first round, he’s got the rest covered. his stamina is crazy. he finds you beautiful when you’re too fucked-out to think. that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to tease you about being his pillow princess. “just lay there and take it, it’s what you do best.” “so gorgeous, but so fucking dumb. need me to do everything for you, huh?”

you know how mothers can lift cars when their children are in danger? that’s like nicho when it comes to getting his dick wet. his energy reserve triples in size.

[screampied]

how is my dearest Vegas doing today?😩

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HORRIBLE LMFAOOO I JUST MISSED MY FLIGHT IM ABOIT TO CRASH OUT. hey hru pook 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩