#and since a lot of them have very cool outfits and stuff I thought it would be neat to draw Noelle in some of them

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Noelle in some holiday Barbie's fit's

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my dress up darling • ony

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

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

word count: 6.3K

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

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“Ow..damn, this hurts already..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

flashback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“..Ony..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh God—“ “Fuck…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How you feel? You good?”

“Oh I’m just fine…are you good?”

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

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

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

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

“..Ony, get away from me, please.”

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

[buzzyb33]

Please please I need more Willne smut

Them starting as friends and the tension leading to them hooking up

Pretty much anything Willne related

Ride

Warnings: swearing, she/ her, sex, hickeys, riding, no protection, kinda public

Prompt: James and Mikey are busy for a few weeks so Will invites Y/n his long time comedy YouTuber best friend, he adores the girl. He hasn’t really spoke to her properly since he was with Mia. But.. has something changed?

“Hello my friends! Today we have the very unfunny miss y/n l/n!”

I hum.

“Is this a food video? I didn’t read the email- hi guys!” The grin on my face is evident as I wave at the camera.

“Well- yeah but it’s spicy food! Ooh..” Will grins at me.

“Oh cool! I love spicy food, makes me hotter than I already am.” I say simply as he rolls his eyes.

“You know.” I comment as I eat some noodles with chopsticks.

“I’ve had spicier, when I was in Thailand this real spicy girl was all over me. Offered me some spicy noodles too.” He pauses.

“What? When did you go to Thailand?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Last year. Jeez dude don’t even check my instagram?” I shake my head.

“I thought you had a dog?” His face goes straight and his producers- Ieuan and Orla start laughing.

“What? Where?- oh..” I lick my lip

“Try some!”

A few weeks later I huffed.

“This is sexism- why am I wearing the woman outfits? Why not you?”

I say as I do a spin in the stupidest Cupid costume ever for Valentine’s Day.

“Hear me out lass. I’m not a woman.” He grins at me.

“Scissors is all it takes.” I scoff as I shoot him with my suction arrows.

He laughs and stands up to do his costume.

“Okay!! I love you too will!” I grin- he looks miserable. He’s in a big heart costume.

“Sure you do darling.” He rolls his eyes, doing a spin. I try not to falter my face expression. That was hot.

—

Recordings get more frequent. He seems to be more frequent in general.

“Commentating with me today is y/n! You supporting your boyfriend down there?”

I flatten my skirt.

“I’m not James, Stephen, thought talking about J names, I’ve got my hopes up for jimmy down there. I need a pay rise.”

He laughs.

“Jimmy or Jesus?” I chuckle.

“Both- I need my cash.”

“Uh huh, sure you do. Be wills sugar baby he won’t hesitate to throw you his money.”

“Yeah, mama needs her money.” I wink at the camera.

“9-9 onto penalties! they’re letting a lot in, almost as much as sketch did.” Stephen beams and I laugh.

“Damn right- I wonder if Vikk will contribute.”

- after the game as I’m packing my stuff up the booth knocks, I look up.

“Will! You played great.” I smile and he wipes his forehead.

“Thanks sweetheart, can’t imagine what things you’ve been sayin’ up here.” He laughs breathlessly.

The pet names, he’s been using them a lot more frequently.

I smile hesitantly, flattening my black pencil skirt, I was in a white button down shirt, a black blazer and a tie- I liked the whole business attire.

I lick my lips. “You need a shower.. you’re all.. ew.”

He laughs and wipes his forehead and flicks me with the same hand.

“Ew! Move!” I push his chest and he grabs my forearm, pulling me towards him.

“Calm down lass.” He chuckles, I see his eyes flicker. He clears his throat.

“You comin’ to the after party?” His hand wavers on my waist. He lets go and clears his throat.

“Yeah, I am.” I smile softly and he hums.

“See you then, sweetheart.” after his eyes drag up me one more time he leaves.

Now what the fuck was that?

—

After a lot of struggle for my dress to fit I go to the after party.

Josh was acting particularly smug after his penalty.

“Mate your heads already big enough calm down.” I hum through my drink.

“Uh huh- fuck off.” He laughs at me, flipping me off.

I adjust my headband and will walks over to me, he’s in a suit with no tie and the top few buttons. His brown eyes are hazy.

“Are you drunk already?” I ask, sipping my dark purple drink.

“Huhhhh?.. noo..” He dismisses, grabbing the counter behind me but slipping and falling right into me.

“Will!” I huff, putting my drink down and steadying him by the shoulders.

I down my drink and tug him away.

“Will-! We hired this house, sort yourself out.” I push him back and he sighs, rubbing his temples.

“C’mere lass..” he pulls me to him.

I swallow but feign annoyance.

“I’m going to get another drink and some water.” I insist and he hums, leaning back on the single bed.

—

I downed four shots of tequila, hugged Freya and now I’m heading back to the bedroom.

“Mm- here.” I sit next to him and he sips the water.

“Y/n you- you.. you’re so pretty..” he hums and nuzzles his nose into my neck.

“Will, stop it.” As the last word left my mouth the world stuttered. I guess that’s the tequila on top of my two cocktails.

“Ah.. please..” I move my neck for him and he kisses me gently.

I exhale. “Mm..”

I gently climb onto his lap and I already feel how hard he is.

“Darlin’ ride me.. please..” he squeezes my hips and his eyes don’t look nearly as drunk as before.

“Wha-?!” I sputter holding his shoulders.

“P- please.. your.. pretty face has been on my mind all month..” he gently rubs my thighs.

“I- okay.. okay..” I say as I swallow, before I can react he kisses my neck, pulling me down onto his hard cock, grinding me on him through his dress pants.

“W- ah.. ah.. yeah.” I moan gently, holding his hair, moving my lips to his as he whines weakly as I fiddle with his belt.

After that’s discarded he pulls away, his fingers hooking under either side of my panties.

“Can I lass?” The curt and shy nod is all he needed, his hands strategically pulling down the white thong, he locks eyes with me and licks his index finger before gently circulating around my clit.

I whine in response and he grins.

I press my mouth to his lightly exposed collarbone and suck, lick and bite- my mouth a reaction to his finger.

“You’re already so wet.. you ready?” He asks but I shake my head, Biting harder. He hums, exhaling shakily and holds my waist again, I feel comfortably exposed. I finally pull away from his soft neck. I blink. That’ll leave a mark. I undo his fly and button and tug down his trousers, leaving him in his boxers.

I swallow as I gently take his cock out, his gaze softening as he kisses around my shoulders gently. He was big. Bigger than I expected. Maybe it was bad I already had an opinion.

I pump him a few times and he shivers.

“Spit.. spit on your hand for me..” He rasps and I nod, spitting on my hand and using it as a lubricant to pump him more, his eyes already fading away from me, somewhere deep in his thoughts, desires.

“Mm.. N/n.. please..” His stutters grow ragged, his fingers tightly on the bed sheets, his hazel eyes focused on her pretty hand wrapped around his cock.

I look up at him, I sit next to him, when our eyes are level I press my lips to his, swallowing his gently grunts and groans in my mouth, my wrist never stopping it’s fluid motion.

“Please sweetheart, g- get on me..”

He almost whines, pulling my hand off of his throbbing cock, tugging at my dress and I breath.

“Be slow, will..”

I mumble, fully ready to take control but instead he takes my hips and gently lowers me down on top of him until his tip is prodding my entrance, his precum mixing with my arousal.

He finally pulls me to sink down ontop of him and the bite of my lip ain’t enough to suppress my moan. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t dreamt of this. Will locking eyes with me as he fills me up.

I shut my eyes tightly as he pulls me down, inch by inch, whispering praise in my ears until I can feel the bulge in my tummy, his eyes, now clear, on mine.

“Y/n.. n/n.. so good.. fuck..”

He spurs out, his thumbs doing ragged circles on my bare hips.

I undo the buttons of his shirt and he shrugs it off, as my hands hold his bare shoulders, I admire his moles.

“Mm.. mm, ready for you.. ready Will..”

He nods and guides me up and down so gently, locked eyes and heavy breathing.

I squeeze my eyes shut. I felt so full. So full. I really wasn't expecting him to be so big.

"W-Will.. I pant out, his grip on my hips shaking.

"Good girl.." He rasps out, eyebrows knitted together, sweat on his hairline, tongue darting out to wet his parted lips.

He tugs me deeper than before and I tremble, pressing our sweaty foreheads together I whine as our lips connect, hips so in sync I get lost. He feels so perfect, so perfect as our tongues fight, hips slap and our stomachs tighten.

No condom. Fuck.

I blink.

“W- will.. Missionary.. gotta pull out..” I whine, knowing damn well I wouldn’t mind watching him spill out of me.

He grunts and nods, holding my upper back and switching us over until we’re locking eyes. No more hunger. Just soft breaths as he fucks me so sweetly, my hands on his shoulders, he thrusts into me, my eyes on his pretty brown ones, I almost don’t feel him bruising my cervix. Almost.

I relax and arch into him.

“Mm-m.” I mumble and he wipes my stuck hair behind my ear. I feel my stomach knotting.

“I’m-“ I start and he nods. “I- I know. Me too.. me..” he cuts himself off with a harsh grunt, arms faltering on either side of my head.

“Squeeze.. around me.. c- cum with me Lass..”

I nod and he speeds up, I pant and whine weakly the room grows louder and more humid. It doesn’t bother me that someone like Ginge could walk in. It’s just me and Will.

Will. Will. Will.

Im soon furrowing my brows and hes panting.

“Cu- cum in my cock sweetie.. I’ll pull out.. you f- first..”

I nod and oblige, I clench around him and he shuts his eyes so tight, he gasps and pulls out, I watch his cum spill onto some poor man’s bed. Rented is ours for a little. We’ll sort it out.

I try to catch my breath and he pulls my panties down, shoves them in his pocket and climbs next to me, he fixes his clothes and tugs his shirt in, not bothering with his buttons.

He kisses my temple. A sick feeling seeps into my stomach. What now?

I relax and enjoy it.

“Where are my panties?” I mumble as I hold him.

“Huh? Dunno.. we’ll find them.” He responds holding me tighter.

We did not.

—

“Where were you last night?” I’m immediately asked when I pick up Stephen’s phone call.

“At the party? With you?” I respond sipping my water as I put my phone down on loudspeaker, putting on my grey tracksuit. Hungover or not still need to go to the fucking shops for paracetamol myself.

“Yeah, with who? I was with Harry. Didn’t see you.” He quips.

“With Freya? Spoke to Morgan and stu-“ I start.

“I saw her on Josh’s arm at.. 1:27. Liar.”

That was when Will was beyond inside of me.

“Oh fuck off I probably went to piss.” I roll my eyes gripping my keys and phone, leaving my house, shoving my AirPods in my ears.

“See what the gynaecologist says..” he says like he cracked a code.

“Fuck off Stephen.” I mumble pressing my ear but before I do I hear a quick: “or William.” I groan at his last words but keep on walking.

—

“How was the party?” James asks sipping his coffee.

“Eh, fine. Got drunk and shit.” He responds fixing his collared shirt.

“Fuck. Off.” James laughs in disbelief. Eyes on him- well. Somewhere on him.

“What?” He scoffs and James tugs his shirt down and starts to laugh.

“Fuck me who fucked you?” He laughs and Will Shoves his hands in his pockets- yesterday’s trousers- and pouts, his face going red.

“It was a dare, we were fuck-“ he cuts himself off at the feel of fabric in his pocket. He keeps her panties? Damn.

“What? Huh?” James giggles and he scoffs.

“Was it miss L/n?” He teases and will sighs so her dramatically.

“No!”

Masterlist

[cynosdaydream]

LOSER'S GAMBIT! - PART 3 (FINAL)

Learning to live is learning to let go.

Now playing: あのね - あれくん and Yuika

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Word count: 3.7k

Author's note: WOWIE i can't believe I have written a full blown series. thank you for all the support that has been given to me while writing this, and I hope you enjoy the final part of loser's gambit!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 (you are here)

Desc: NOT proofread, sylus x f!nonmc!reader, mentions of zayne, zayne lowk regrets, emotional vulnerability, just soft stuff, tiniest smidge of hurt/comfort

You felt the cool air of the night hit your skin as you took off your helmet. Well, not your helmet, you thought, handing it back to the silver-haired man in front of you. "Here's your helmet." You said, patting it a few times to dust whatever dirt it might have accumulated on the ride home off. "Thank you, my dear. See, the ride home wasn't so dangerous, was it?" Sylus purrs. You roll your eyes, remembering how he might or might not have almost hit a pedestrian on the way to your house.

"Is it the new 'in' thing to call almost crashing into a civilian 'not so dangerous'?" You question, tilting your head to the side as you gingerly step off his motorcycle, careful not to strain any of your injuries. Sylus rolls his eyes, claiming, "He was wearing a completely black outfit in the dead of night. He should consider himself lucky I was only going 30 kilometers per hour for you."

The both of you converse and laugh on the way up to your apartment, and you must have laughed a little too hard, because you tripped over your own feet while chuckling at Sylus' lame attempt at a joke. You close your eyes, arms stretching out on instinct to brace your fall. And then you realised that you had also sustained wounds on your arms, and that this minor fall was going to make them hurt like a bitch. Sighing, you accepted your fate as the ground got closer and closer.

A hand catches you by the collar, and another grounds itself on your side, pulling you up gently. Sylus helps you back on your feet, shaking his head while his eyes scan your form for any more injuries sustained. However, instead of thanking him, his featherlight touch and concerned gestures make you remember his earlier 'confession', and you were now starkly aware that his hands were rolling up your sleeves to check if any wounds reopened.

Helpless, you opened your mouth to try and say something, anything -- but words of thanks felt like they were lodged in your throat as you watched Sylus frown at the sight of your bandaged arms. Finally, when he deemed you unhurt, he let go of your arms, and his eyes trailed up to meet yours. "I cannot stress this enough, dearest, but you need to be more careful." He pinches the bridge of his nose with a hand on his hip, and his frown slowly transformed into a mischievous grin. "Should I carry you the rest of the way up?"

The combination of the pet name and the suggestion of being carried princess style was flustering you to the maximum. But... if he was really going to be your boyfriend (was he already? technically not, right? since he said to wait patiently for a real confession. but he kind of confessed already! this is way too confusing...), you were willing to be a bit bolder. Ah, you missed someone caring about you like this. "I'm not that helpless." You state confidently, even though that was exactly how you were feeling, but for a completely different reason. "Maybe you should hold my hand, though. So, if I fall, I'm taking you down with me."

Afraid of possible rejection, you waste no time in swiftly slotting your hand in his, curling your fingers into the gaps between his. When you're turned away from embarrassment, Sylus smiles softly at you, inwardly relieved that you're comfortable enough with him to engage in these kinds of gestures. "Very bold of you to assume your weight would pull me down. It takes a lot more to bring me to my knees, you know." Sylus' silken voice cuts the air, and it only makes your face grow warmer at his suggestive tone. "You are genuinely so irritating. If we were in the 1940s, I would be throwing tomatoes at you right now." You huff, tugging him into the elevator with you.

You somehow make it to your living room without bursting into flames with how hot your face was, and you hastily dropped your whole weight down onto the couch. Your friend-boyfriend-whatever followed suit, but not before asking you whether you needed anything. "Water? A blanket? Snacks?" Sylus asked slowly, the slightest bit of concern in his voice. "Calm down, silly. You've only been to my house once and stayed in my living room the whole time. I doubt you'd know where I keep my blankets." You sigh, turning your head to look at him. "Just come closer." Maybe it was the fatigue from the whole wanderer-hospital ordeal, but you felt whatever hesitation or embarrassment melt away like ice thawing in the sun.

Sylus quirks his eyebrow at you, but doesn't say anything. He shifts closer to you, and carefully rests an arm on your shoulders, extremely careful not to touch your injured abdomen with his movements. After a few beats of shuffling around trying to get comfortable, he finally speaks. "Now, what does my darling wish to do?"

"Your darling wishes to watch a movie." You inform him casually, adding an afterthought, "And maybe a snack or two." The low rumble of your stomach reminded you that you hadn't had a proper meal since the wanderer attack. You get up from your seat to get a snack a little too quickly, accidentally straining the large wound on your abdomen. Wincing, your body is quickly forced back down onto the couch. Sylus' hands are there to ground you for the second time tonight, but this time he doesn't make any comment or playful jab about your mannerisms, and instead gets up to find the snacks himself.

You yelp in protest, telling him that you didn't want him to go through all the trouble of finding where the snacks were and picking out the ones you specifically wanted. Sylus merely tells you to stay put, saying, "I've navigated underground bases so complex it would make even the most skilled architect's head spin. I'm sure I'll be able to open a few cupboards and slide open a few drawers. Just give me a brief description of the tidbits you want and I'll find them for you."

After a few minutes of nodding and shaking your head, the both of you were settled down in the dim lighting of your living room, eyes fixated on the glowing screen in front of you. You don't know how Sylus managed to find out where you kept your blankets, but you didn't question it as the comforting warmth of the cotton made you feel like you were on cloud nine.

The flickering of the television before you and the warmth enveloping you eventually lulled you into a deep slumber, and you felt a ghost of a kiss upon your forehead before your eyelids fluttered shut.

"Sweet dreams, kitten."

Today was just one of those days where everything was just the slightest bit worse. The weather outside your window was bleak and dreary, with grey clouds masking the sun's brightness, but not heavy enough to bring rain. Your take-out lunch order had gotten delayed by an hour, leaving you grumpy and hungry in your home. To make matters worse, since you had only recently recovered from your injuries, you were only given stay-at-home work to do, or simple recon missions. And today was one of those days where you were stuck at home, mindlessly typing some passionless response to a corporate email.

Finally, to really top it all off, you had noticed a small box in the corner of your room that you must have forgotten to unpack when you moved in, only to find that it was filled with small trinkets that your previous boyfriend, Zayne, had gotten you when you were dating. I guess I wasn't ready to fully let him go when I moved in. At first, you didn't think much of it, preparing to throw it all out, but as you sorted through the mess of items and letters, a small part of your heart still ached. The keychains and charms were reminders of how Zayne had remembered small details about you, noting down your likes and dislikes. Every letter seemed so intricate, affirmations of affection written in his cursive doctor handwriting.

However, as you finished reading each note and finished running your fingers over each trinket and set them aside in neat stacks, you realised that your heart didn't throb painfully because you missed Zayne as a lover. Your heart throbbed because you missed being loved. You missed having someone to annoy without any repercussion, and longed to be held in another's arms as you drift off to sleep. You sigh, putting the lid back on the box and standing up with the intention of discarding the whole box.

I want to be seen, to love and be loved so deeply it rattles my soul.

Unbeknownst to you, your silver-haired companion had entered your apartment silently, and was standing at your room door, leaning against the frame. "Everything alright, darling? You seem a little distressed."

The sudden intrusion makes you jump in surprise, almost dropping the box that you were holding. "Sylus! When did you get here?" You nervously say, fingers tapping against the box. "Not too long ago, but don't try to dodge my question." His brows are furrowed, but his eyes were soft, almost hesitant. "Will you tell me what's wrong?"

Even though you felt like talking about your ex-boyfriend to your crush was breaking some moral code within you, you couldn't hide anything from Sylus. You knew he wouldn't push for information if you really didn't want to tell him, but you figured you trusted him enough to tell him anyways.

"I... don't really know, to be honest." You let out a mirthless laugh. You take off the lid of the box again, allowing him to see the contents inside. "I found this today. I don't know why I'm upset, really. It's all in the past." You begin, sitting down on the floor and tucking your legs neatly beneath you. "I just... I don't know. Sorry." It was hard to articulate exactly how you were feeling; it wasn't yearning, it wasn't longing, it was more of a gentle ache.

Sylus remains silent, only making noise when he shuffles to join you on the floor, legs straight in front of him. You sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder as you try to mould your feelings into sentences with actual structure.

"I miss having...someone, you know? Like, my own person. Someone to be there with me. It was nice with Zayne at first, but the situation just got from bad to worse." You fidget with the box. The words hang heavy in the air. "Even though the upsides of leaving outweighed the downsides, there were still downsides to leaving. I think I just want someone to love me, not just like me."

"It makes me wonder sometimes, was I not good enough? Was I not skilled enough a hunter, not caring enough a girlfriend? Did I not visit him enough at the hospital, or did I not pay enough attention to our relationship?"

The words linger in the air, and for a second, you're scared that you may have overshared. "Sorry, you don't have to say anything-"

Sylus cuts you off by plucking the box right out of your hands and walks out of the room to place it somewhere else in the house. You hear the soft thud of the cardboard hitting the floor, and firm footsteps before Sylus walks back into your room and lifts you up onto your bed. You were confused, but patted the empty space next to you to signal him to sit down anyway. He sits, and turns his head towards you while he clasps your hands in his.

Garnet red eyes bore into yours, gaze grounded and unwavering. "No more of that. No more of this self-depreciating nonsense. You're not 'not enough' and have never been 'not enough'. That doctor was just too blind to see how well you treated him; how much you were willing to put up with for him."

"You're much too brave and beautiful for him. I've seen you fight wanderers straight out of hell and bounce back up to your feet right after. I know you. You're strong, and even if you mourn the relationship now, I know you'll come back ten times better and healthier."

You stare at Sylus, not believing the words that just came out of his mouth. "Sylus..." you trail off, not sure how to thank him for his reassurance. You felt so seen -- not just noticed, not just glanced atm but seen. He hadn't been put off by your sour mood, and hadn't looked away uncomfortably as you poured your heart out to him. Instead, he took the time to understand what you were feeling and put himself in your shoes, and ultimately come up with a response that was both comforting and reassuring.

"Thank you. So much." You say, tears forming in your eyes. "I really needed this."

"Anytime. Shall you ever need me again, just contact me. I'll be there in a heartbeat."

He intertwines your fingers, gesturing for you to lay into a more comfortable position.

After a few minutes, you are safely tucked under the covers, your head laying comfortably on Sylus' chest. His hands rest on your head, making gentle motions on your neck to lull you to sleep. The dim sky and soothing atmosphere seem to make sleep call your name enticingly, and you find your eyelids quickly fluttering shut.

A few months later, you find yourself scrambling in your room, trying on various outfits while trying not to trip over the clothes scattered across the floor. Earlier that morning, Sylus had shot you a text, asking if you were free to meet up at a certain restaurant for dinner. You had excitedly said yes, not wanting to pass up on an opportunity to spend time with your soon to be boyfriend the man that you liked.

However, as you checked the address that he had sent you (you insisted on travelling there yourself, much to his dismay), you realised that the restaurant that Sylus had invited you to for a meal was conveniently the one that you had gotten stood up by Zayne at.

But you didn't feel an uncomfortable twist in your chest or a churning in your stomach at the mention of it. Sure, you had a bad experience with your ex-boyfriend there, but that restaurant also sold all of your favourite foods, and it was where you had first met Sylus.

It was time to let go of all the past memories with Zayne, and make new ones with Sylus.

"Would this one or this one go better with my outfit?" You ask, holding two different earrings up to the camera. You were on a call with Tara and Simone, and they were once again helping you to decide on what to wear for a date. They unanimously decide on the one on the right, and you hook them onto your ears immediately.

"That silver bracelet would look amazing with that top!" Tara exclaims enthusiastically.

"Really? I think the jade one suits her better." Simone interjects.

"Yeah, it suits her better, but the silver one matches better with the outfit!"

"How does that make sense? If it suits her, it'll suit the outfit because the outfit suits her."

"You're the one not making sense, Simone!"

"Guys, it's not illegal to wear both of them, you know?"

After what felt like hours, you were finally done picking out what to wear and what to bring. "Thanks again, guys!" You say cheerfully, waving as you hit the red 'disconnect' button. You stare at yourself in the mirror, scrutinizing every detail - and you came to the conclusion that you looked good. Satisfied, you picked your keys off your table and walked out the door.

You let out a nervous breath before you step into the restaurant. It was just how you remembered it - but this time, it was completely empty, and you spot a single table with candles and a vase of flowers placed in the middle of it. While you walked over, a hand on your shoulder made you jump. You turn, coming face to face with none other than Sylus.

"My, aren't you early?" He said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as he pulled out the chair for you. "You're stunning."

You laugh, flattered. "You're not too bad yourself, y'know? I didn't even know you could dress fancier than you already do on a daily basis." You admit, brushing your hands against his button-down shirt.

"And you booked out the whole place for the both of us? That's so sweet."

"Hmph, you don't deserve anything less."

The both of you exchange some banter and conversations as you wait for the food to arrive. You don't miss the way his eyes linger on your lips for far too long to be considered platonic.

When the courses eventually arrive, you're swept off your feet by how amazing it tastes. "By astra, I swear the food usually doesn't taste this good." You mutter in awe, mouth full. Sylus merely chuckles. "I'm glad the food is to your liking, __. I had it specially enhanced and modified to suit your tastes better." Your eyes widened, suddenly aware of how much effort he had put into this date dinner. "I can't thank you enough, Sylus. This is amazing, you really didn't have to." Feeling bashful, you offer him a bite of your food off your fork. He takes it wordlessly, eyes never leaving yours.

"Like I mentioned earlier, you don't deserve anything less than this. I require only the best for my beautiful woman." Sylus coos, adjusting your earring that had somehow gone lopsided while you were eating. You felt your face grow hot at his words and playfully flicked his forehead. "You tease."

What neither of you noticed was a particular pair of people standing outside the window of the restaurant you were in.

"Zayne, I want to eat here!" MC said cheerfully, tugging Zayne along by his hand. He glanced at the place MC was looking at, and his nose scrunched in discomfort as he remembered what he did, or what he didn't do, the last time this restaurant was involved.

Ever since you and him broke up, he holed himself up in his office, only coming out for important meetings or surgeries. Sometimes, even MC couldn't get him out of that cold, sterile room. The feeling of regret and sorrow seemed to creep up on him in the late hours of the night, eating away at his conscience. Of course, it was right of you to leave him - he knew he had been neglecting you, but it didn't make you leaving hurt any less. These feelings only became worse when he saw you being carried into the hospital by your 'boyfriend', unconscious and bloody.

Why didn't I try to make more of an effort?

"It doesn't seem to be open, MC. I don't see any people inside." Zayne remarks, peering through the windows. Despite this, MC insists on just looking at the menu outside the door, and he follows her without complaint. As she looks at the menu, pointing to various different things she wanted to try the next time they had an opportunity to eat here, Zayne noticed two figures inside the restaurant, illuminated by the soft candlelight.

Your back was facing him, but he could recognize Sylus' face as clear as day. Silver hair, striking red eyes - he was hard to miss, and even harder to forget. Zayne's eyes widened in realisation and a feeling of unease settled in his stomach as he watched the scene that was unfolding in front of him. He tries to pull MC away from the menu, but the image was already burned into his mind.

Inside, you were finished with your meal, and now just chatting away with Sylus about life and whatnot. He was being extra flirtatious, dumping smooth compliments on you and being more touchy than usual. You tease him about it with a knowing smirk on your face, "Feeling extra affectionate tonight, aren't we?"

"This is how I always am, darling. You're imagining things." Sylus quips back, albeit a little nervously.

So it didn't really come as a surprise to you as the light suddenly dimmed, and Sylus pulled out a bouquet of flowers that he had been concealing the whole night while kneeling in front of you.

His voice shakes the slightest bit as he starts his confession, clearing his throat a few times before the words start flowing smoothly.

"My dearest __, I'm sure I fell in love with you the day that I laid eyes on you in this very place. At first, your beauty had enraptured me. But along the way, I fell for every other part of you as well. Your bravery, your kindness, your ability to be vulnerable without shame - all these things make my heart beat harder for you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. So now I ask you: will you accept me as your lover?" He finishes with a flourish, holding the bouquet out to you.

Your eyes start welling up with tears as you listen to his confession. Sylus made you feel safe, comfortable and all of those strange, fuzzy feelings. From when you met him until now, he had gone above and beyond for you, always making sure that you could rest easy and feel relaxed in his presence. With a full heart and shaky hands, you answer.

"Is that even a question? Yes, of course, a thousand times over!" You exclaim, clutching the bouquet of flowers and throwing yourself into his arms.

Sylus barely had time to stand up to his full height before you came crashing into his chest, but he held you tightly in his arms anyway. "I couldn't be happier than right now, darling." He whispers against you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Me too." You admit, smiling into his shirt.

The universe works in strange ways. They say that when one door closes, another one opens. Even though the door that closed shut painfully, slamming itself against your fingers as you tried to stop it from closing, the door that had opened in its place led to somewhere beautiful, flourishing and evergreen. And you couldn't wish for anything else.

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[phantomsies]

my dress up darling • ony

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

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

word count: 6.3K

this was a lil something I’ve been wanting to write for the longest bc blerd!ony altered my brain chemistry and I miss him tremendously (and the next time I go to a con, I’m totally not hoping to manifest a tall, darkskin, nerdy cosplayer bf🌚 just joking y’all! That would literally never happen. But I hope y’all enjoy this

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“Ow..damn, this hurts already..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

flashback

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“..Ony..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh God—“ “Fuck…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How you feel? You good?”

“Oh I’m just fine…are you good?”

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

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

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

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

“..Ony, get away from me, please.”

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

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

SPOILER SPOILER

new yuu for the scara manga. Credits to magister_xehanort on reddit. Doesn't she looks cool?!! She kinda gives me kalim vibes since she looks bubbly. What do you think miss raven?

I already gave my (very brief) preliminary thoughts on our new Yuu, Yuuna Oujou (I must stress it is NOT Ojou) in this post. I would be more than happy to expand on those thoughts here though ^^

So firstly, this Yuu is a girl--and a very feminine presenting one at that. This supports the theory that each manga!Yuu will be going in the boy-girl-boy-girl order, or perhaps the opposite gender of the Great Seven member of each book/dorm.

I think it's great that we have a very femme Yuu in official Twst media; it definitely adds to the diversity of the Yuuniverse. I especially appreciate what this implies about the NRC cast: they don't treat a girly girl significantly differently (whether being overly nice, overly mean, or overly awkward around her) than they would a masculine-presenting or nonbinary Yuu.

One thing I LOVE about Yuuna is that she actually has several unique interactions with the NRC cast and the world. Part of why I don't like Yuuken or Yuuka as much is because their level-headed personalities didn't lead to them really changing much about how they interacted with this new environment + people (other than the occasional change, like Yuuka squaring up to fight). I liked Yuuta a lot more because he has way more moments to "be himself" in the world, like using his cooking to convince Leona to let him sleep over in Savanaclaw, being softer around Jack, and having a backbone when Grim tries to hurriedly cram food into his mouth before class. Yuuna goes even FURTHER than that. She has her own nicknames for each character, takes selfies with them, literally plunges into Kalim's Oasis Maker water without a care in the world, plays dress-up with the shiny stuff in Scarabia's storage room, freaks out about the bugs in Ramshackle, and SO much more. Yuuna legitimately feels like a part of this world rather than a passenger in it.

I think we should talk more about how Yuuna dresses! This is known as gyaru, which is a Japanese fashion subculture typically known for its rebellious outfits, tanned skin, big and/or dyed or bleached hair, many accessories, and exaggerated makeup. It is also associated with a particular attitude or behaviors, such as being outgoing, sociable, and energetic. The name gyaru (ギャル) originates from a Japanese transliteration of the English word 'gal'. I believe the style originally developed in the 1970s as a statement of nonconformity to Japanese beauty standards (which emphasizes being pale-skinned, dark-haired, and demure in their appearance). Gyaru was originally considered very inappropriate, and the older generation tend to stereotype it as frivolous and associated with adolescent delinquency. In the west, it was even sometimes mistaken as racist depictions of dark-skinned people. Nowdays, gyaru is more understood as being a way for people to break out of conventional beauty standards set upon them by society.

What Yuuna wears, as one of the anons shares, is a substyle of gyaru called kogal or kogyaru (子ギャル or コギャル). The 子 or コ (ko) in kogyaru means "child", referring to the childishness or youthfulness of those who typically wear this fashion. It is defined by those who wear clothes resembling Japanese high school uniforms with alterations and flairs made to them. (These alterations are usually frowned upon, as Japanese schools are very strict about wearing their uniform properly.) This could include alterations in color, wearing one's uniform differently, wearing loose socks, shortening the skirt, and/or adding accessories to bags. We may also see bleached hair and/or tanned skin. This substyle formed in the late 1980s and early 1990s, but is popular in modern day, as it has been picked up and promoted by Japanese media.

As I mentioned in the original post, Yuuna comes from the countryside and she helps her family out on their rice fields. However, her dream is to become a model in Tokyo (this is what her audition was for).

We don't get to see a lot of her parents, but I don't get the impression that they disapprove of her fashion or life choices. They just short of tell her off for looking at magazines while she's supposed to be doing work. They allow her to go to a modeling audition too, rather than taking efforts to prevent it or to shame her from going. There's also no bullying alluded to or mentioned; I genuinely don't think Yuuna is supposed to have a tragic background. (None of the other manga!Yuus did, either.) She just has an interest in this fashion, and there doesn't have to be a deep or trauma-related reason for it. Simply her being into the gyaru subculture makes her a foil to Jamil. Gyaru is all about expressing oneself, even if society frowns upon it. Yuuna is able to be "true to herself" in this way, despite coming from a humble background. She is also willing and able to help her family out with their rice fields--but her aspirations lie elsewhere. Jamil isn't able to do the same. His family actively opposes his decisions and put him in a position where he isn't able to freely express himself or pursue anything other than what he was born into. He comes to resent what his family does and how he is forced to comply with it.

It's also interesting that her bubbly personality is also similar to Kalim's. Yuuna is shown to get along with him very well and is super friendly to the other NRC students, just like Kalim is. I wonder if this also plays into why Jamil thinks she can be easily manipulated (since he was also able to easily manipulate Kalim in book 4). He may underestimate them because of their similar personalities.

One last thing I want to note is 🤔 Yuuna continues the pattern of all manga!Yuus having surnames related to death... Her surname, Oujou, sounds like おうじょう or 往生際 (oujougiwa), a word that can mean "rebirth in another world", "a calm and peaceful death, "to breathe one's last", and/or "the moment before death/the brink of death". Ominous...

[siloupy]

i have been working on this for a few days now but they are all done . all my designs so far for pin through all the seasons

(because she has been through a lot ... #1 situation haver)

i have lots of thoughts so this is getting put under a read more cause this post might get long

bfdi/season 1

very cutie patootie i think ...... so silly

FUCK ASS BOB . its a pivotal trans experience you see the fuckass bob and you know theyre gonna get so transgender with it eventually. LOL

shes kept her natural hair color up to this point but that most definitely is gonna change later

if youve seen my other pin related posts you know i make a whole thing out of the jacket ...... shes very sentimental about it its very dear to her because shes had it for as long as she can remember (during this season LOL). as of right now its a bit too big for her but the longer that she keeps it and loves it she starts to grow into it <3

hrmmm unsure of what else to say about this one. shes cutesy

bfdia/season 2

lot going on here Hi

I SEE A LOT OF HUMANIZATIONS OF PIN THAT GIVE HER THIS LIKE . super alternative fashion style and stuff. AND IT IS VERY COOL. but like i never really thought it fit her very well if that makes sense ??? like i never really saw it as being very in character but like maybe im just doopid

THAT BEING SAID THOUGH if she were to try and go into any of that now would be the time. i included like a little tiny bit of it. shes experimenting with a lot of stuff she dyes her hair a bit shes having fun and playing

early bfdia pin makes me so sad lowkey like she was so excited and she was so ready to have fun

then ummmm the horrors. you guys all know the horrors weve all seen em

i really like the interpretation of pin's mechy stuff as a wheelchair its very lovely to me

lowkey inspired by @/clarissasbakery 's bfdia pin design (peak) in the sense of like ..... her being all disheveled and shit at this point like shes going through it bad rn. no time to gaf about all that right now yk.

JACKET IS GONE . ive posted about it before back when likeeee i think around when bfdia 19 came out. but like my whole interpretation is that she gave it to coiny before the bfdia 18 challenge since that challenge was at night and probably colder and whatever. and its like this huge thing that she trusts him with it. and then everything immediately goes to shit HAHAHAHHA but coiny has it at this point and keeps it for a while because going to give it back means actually confronting the problems and why would he ever do that right

subject to change a bit based on how the rest of bfdia goes :) ooouu im SO SCARED ABOUT IT SOMEONE SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!

idfb/season 3 (VERY SUBJECT TO CHANGE/UPDATE SINCE WE DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT THIS YET)

i really hope they also come back to this im very intrigued by it

ive mentioned it a couple of times but my hc for pin is that theyre genderqueer :)) any pronouns user but i thiiiink she/her still Mainly just because shes used to them. but like all pronouns are good and cool and awesome

ANYWAYS . this is the time they start figuring all that out i think ..... I SAY THIS LIKE ITS JUST ME HAVING THESE IDEAS me and junofriend scurried around with this hc together a LOT. BUT yeah idfb is when i think pin would be exploring that :) not preoccupied with Losing It in bfdia anymore so he can actually put some thought into that HAHAHA . relearning how to be a well adjusted person again and getting a little transgender with it in the process

im probably nonbinary but ive got a competition to win so idrc about all that right now. LMAOOOO

they cut and bleached their hair aaaaaall by themself. and it looks like shit. <3. again another pivotal transgender experience it simply had to happen

starts using a cane after having to figure out how to walk and stuff again :) ofc coiny helps her with some of that too (and all of the drawings ive seen of that specific thing are SO dear to me) but she has that too

inspired a little bit by some random person's outfit i saw in passing . LMFAO i thought it was cute

bfb/season 4

also maybe subject to change a little bit depending on how idfb goes/if that happens :)

the jacket has been returned :)) and fixed up a bit (this was like. what. 7 years at least of having it after all)

theyre still trying to figure out some stuff appearance wise.....she cleaned up her hairstyle a bit and is letting it grow back in its natural color but still experimenting with keeping it shorter

i LOVE. LOVE LOVE LOVE IT SO MUCH when people have pin and coiny have something like that together that theyre matching ive seen it a few times and i think it is the loveliest little thing in the world. they have the little matching necklaces (which i also included in my last drawing of them together that i posted)

outfit generally reflects him being a bit more reserved and stuff than before ... gotta gain that confidence back throughout the season she gets there eventually

tpot/season 5/current day

JOYPILLED !!!!!!!

during this time he starts getting SO silly with it again in terms of like. presentation and stuff. having fun and playing. hair is getting FULLY dyed again. bringing back some of the piercings. got little pins on the jacket now. having so much fun

in general is just a lot more confident in how they express themself and it brings me so much joy

the cane comes back out occasionally when shes having a particularly bad day and needs to use it again. its got a tiny little bit of decorations now :)

IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY BUT SHES SOOOOO SILLY

OK thats all i have ........ this thang been Plaguing my mind as of late

[hellequinist]

ok had some proper time to digest whatever the fuck happened in the world of ghost so. yapping/rambling session because perpetua and copia already foil each other so much just solely based on designs and im losing my marbles

ive seen some miscellaneous thoughts floating around so some of them may be echoed here but. yeah

im especially going insane over the potential sun/moon dynamic shenanigans we can get here… copia’s colors are blue and gold (apologies, i don’t know specific colors) whereas perpetua appears to be purple and silver. now, gold and silver have obvious relevance, both being metals commonly used for jewelry and whatnot. blue and purple, however, are more interesting choices. typically, sun + moon shenanigans are represented w/ blue and yellow, so having purple instead is a Choice. yet, it fits — especially given the shades they’re wearing, purple can represent the night sky whereas the blue can represent the daytime sky. combine that with the metals, you get the sun/blue sky and the moon/night sky. a lot of copia's little designs on his outfit resemble stars as well.

and this especially comes into play w the eclipse shown during the rhrn montage when imperator sees her life flash before her eyes. i saw a comment somewhere suggest that this could represent perpetua eclipsing copia, or surpassing him.

and then in addition, we have perpetua’s cool ass metal gloves + metal looking mask too. like yeah its a half mask bc its toblerone but also like. having a mask on skull paint which already should be kinda masking half ur face is. An Interesting Concept and i definitely think theres more to be said about it... almost like double masking in a sense??

a lot of the glittery stuff on copia also feels equally distributed across the entire design, whereas w perpetua it's really concentrated on his specific accessories/jewelry. like copia's entire outfit is Sparkly As Fuck...

shoutout to my friend (@galaxy-of-me) for pointing this out but even their face paint differs in the balance between black and white. copia’s facepaint is mostly all white, with the black being used to distinguish the little jaw bones or lack of them in skeletons. however, perpetua’s black skullpaint has the opposite effect. it highlights kinda the “main” parts of his face (and helps to highlight the mask).

also the design of their clothes is interesting. like, copia's reads w more circles/curves whereas perpetua's feels more rigid and sharp. something something shape language. it also stands out to me how copia's has like. a solid blue that's divided on the front of his chausible by black whereas perpetua's is just solid black solely divided in the middle by purple. this is also seen w the mitres...

ok and. back designs from that really quick camera shot we got. idk what colors it's gonna Specifically be but you can already see some kinda lace thingies on perpetua which is cool... like i'm not sure if this is a cape of sorts (since copia's is more of a cape) so idk if it's fair to draw Exact Comparisons here... but on another note the lappets/ribbons from the mitre are also diff. copia has star looking things (again) whereas perpetua's are more rounded/oval shaped (sun and moon content AAAAUUGHHHHHHHH).

and then in regards to lore like. if we assume that satanized really is perpetua's backstory (I HOPE IT IS!!) it would make their backstories like. Very Opposite. i think it's commonly believed that copia grew up in the clergy or wtv under sister, but then this would mean perpetua possibly grew up in the catholic church or in an abbey of sorts. so, already they grew up in different environments and thus have different viewpoints on a Lot of things. i am SO excited to see how this is gonna play out oh my days

[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

S8 Trailer

Omg I’m so hype! The new season looks so pretty! I’m gonna break down/share my thoughts on some stuff!

This could be Cryo Mort a Rickver? I think that all these screenshots are from the same episode. Rick is in his ‘Constellatio Rick’ outfit, and the ‘mob justice’ people seem to be wearing similar clothes. It seems like their society is based on luck if the four leafed clover and horseshoe imagery are anything to go by. However, in the view of the planet, we can also see symbols such as crowns, diamonds, clubs, and spades. Maybe it’s a gambling planet? Rick could definitely piss them off by cheating. If the luck thing is prominent, there could be a potential connection to the Easter stuf (due to the rabbit’s foot being a symbol of luck), but I think they’ll be separate episodes. Speaking of the Easter episode…

The Last Temptation of Jerry. I’m guessing that Jerry eating the lettuce like that means that his love for Easter is some influence from the bunny people causing him to act like a rabbit and that Rick put him in the ice because of it (maybe to stop him causing more destruction by gnawing on things? Or he just wanted to lol). We get a bit of an extension of the scene we saw with the bunny people, as well as a couple more shots of the egg.

Space Beth episode! Im guessing this is Valkyrick? I’m very excited for this! It seems like she and Rick are going on an adventure together which is very cool! She also seems to have some sort of illness, which I’m guessing was inflicted on her by the Gromflomites (since they’re wearing masks while she still seems healthy). I don’t know why Rick isn’t affected by it except that they’re not really interested in him (he says ‘wow, you really don’t know me’) but then why would they wear masks if the illness was specifically made to only infect Space Beth? Unless they had already infected her before that on her own? The ‘can you cover your mouth’ made me laugh. I’m really excited for Rick and Space Beth to get some proper time together, as well as the potential for Rick to be tender/concerned since Space Beth is clearly not doing well.

This seems to be The Rick, The Mort, and the Ugly. I’m guessing this is the abandoned Citadel? There seems to be a US Southern vibe to this if I’m correct? (I’m not American 😅). This episode looks very interesting! I wonder if it will continue the ‘Citadel runs on canon’ thing or if this will be a more standalone episode?

We know for sure that this is A Summer of All Fears as we saw a similar scene in the title/storyboard video. I assume there’s something to do with Summer’s greatest fear? Why is Morty involved though? Because he was in the Fear Hole? I wonder if Summer is stressed from dealing with keeping a lot of secrets from Morty and maybe Rick is finally going to let him know some of them?

I’m assuming this is The Curicksous Case of Bethjamin Button since we see Adult Summer? It’s interesting to see Beth with the mindblower gun - and to see Summer on the receiving end of it. Summer is the only one of the family that we’ve never seen to have had her memories altered by Rick before - Rick mindblew himself about the Beth cloning situation (during which he also messed with the Beths’ memories), and of course we had an entire episode on this subject with Morty (with Jerry’s featured in the post credits scene). If Adult Summer came from a parallel dimension, we might get some interesting insight into the weird time situation of the show (e.g. young Rick seeing Summer and Morticia in his crybaby backstory, the ages of the family not really working, Morty’s awareness they’ve had ‘a million thanksgivings’)

Finally, we have these of Rick’s ‘death race car’. I’m guessing from the troopers that this could be a President episode?

[marimbles]

happy holidays @0ellestrid0! I was your secret santa for @mlsecretsanta 💜

I don’t know much about solarpunk but I was intrigued by the concept and wanted to give it a shot! hopefully this is ok. random silly solarpunk AU ideas under the cut hehe

since solarpunk is about solar power and green/eco-friendly societal structure, I figured plants would be central to an ML solarpunk AU. it’s cool to imagine a version of Paris with lots of green areas and clever, space-saving, clean-energy solutions. I like the idea of the dupain-chengs having their own greenhouse where they grow ingredients for use in the bakery. And I wanted marinette to have her own greenhouse too where she grows plants that she uses as fibers and dyes for making clothes! So that’s what I drew here. Chat Noir likes to help marinette in her garden and he nerds out about the plants which she thinks is very cute:)

The plant in the middle is associated with ladybug and chat noir. I love sun/moon symbolism and that seemed to fit a solarpunk AU really well so I ran with it haha. in this AU I thought tikki could be a spotted sun beetle and plagg could be a black moon cat (or panther?). sun beetles would be associated with the sundrop plant (first image), and moon cats would be associated with moonflowers (second image). chat noir’s tattoo is a moonflower and in my mind ladybug would have a matching one that’s a sundrop.

The moonflower is inspired by the actual plant of the same name, which blooms only at night, except I wanted to also make it bioluminescent bc that’s cool lol. (I’ve been playing lots of tears of the kingdom and I always love the blue nightshades and silent princesses that glow blue in the dark!) irl moonflowers are actually a type of morning glory, which typically bloom in the morning in full sunlight and then close up at night. so in this AU the sundrop is the corresponding plant (since “sunflower” is already taken, haha) and it would also glow, but only during the day when it’s blooming.

I thought maybe sundrops and moonflowers could have magical effects and marinette is experimenting to discover them. maybe there’s stuff about them in the grimoire and she’s trying to unlock special powers for her and chat noir. maybe those effects and the symbolism of the plants could help her understand more about her and chat’s roles and abilities and potential and even help her discover the key to defeating hawkmoth…hmm… (I really haven’t thought too deeply about it lol I just like glowing plants)

As for their outfits…I was just trying to make them look sort of “punk”-y 😂 I feel like in all the punk AUs like steampunk, cyberpunk, etc, people are always wearing goggles and boots and aprons and vests and stuff with pockets and zippers and arm braces. So. I made a vague attempt fjdkkd

anyway thanks for humoring me with my rambling lol I hope you enjoy and that you had a good holiday!

[just1cefor4ll]

hi!!! can you write joost x fem!reader

where joost and reader are on the tour together, so many people are shipping them, but them themself are too shy to act on their feelings, when finally during the concert joost performs friesenjung (while reader does some back vocal or shit) and when it comes to the part "Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester" he randomly takes courage to kiss the reader!?!?!?!? 🫶

Have to get this off my chest, I’m telling you today

Joost Klein x fem!reader

warnings: not proof read, swearing

A/N: this is a bit short and the ending is so baad but I tried to cook something up for you cuz I havent been posting that often lmao

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It was a long day. Your whole body was sweating and you were almost out of breath, the hot hair in the bar you were performing in making it hard to grasp even a small amount of air. You were a DJ of sort for Joosts concert, playing his songs, some backing vocals and overall just made the experience just a tad bit livelier. It was amazing, the people singing along to every possible song, even Joosts new song “Luchtballon” which was surprising how people already knew the words after such a short period of time. It was time to play one of his classics, Friesenjung which you yourself adored and Joost knew that. He smiled at the crowd, that beautiful, silly smile that managed to light up the room.

The flash of the phones making you barely see the crowd but their excited voices could only make you imagine the looks on their faces. The song was slowly coming to an end, only about a minute left and you could finally go home and have a fun weekend with friends.

“Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester.”

You felt soft lips on yours, the world around you stopping as you collect your thoughts. The voices, screams, music were muffled, everything blurry except one person, and that person was Joost. He eyes you for the rest of the song, your stomach turning and knees weak. The song finally ended, thanking all the gods, before quickly going backstage and gathering your stuff, speed walking out the front door and look for your car in the dark parking lot. When you did find it you heard footsteps behind you, fast ones at that. You knew it was Joost, no fan would be crazy enough to chase you in a parking lot when you looked like you just had the worst nights of your life. Ever since that kiss, you got terribly aware of yourself. Your body was sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead and your clothing clung to you in a very uncomfortable way making you squirm. Before you could shut the door of your car, Joost stopped it and opened it once again, letting the cool air hit you like a truck.

He gently pulled you out the car, pulling you into a hug you didn’t return. You still felt disgusting, the awareness not leaving you so Joost awkwardly pulled away. He looked you in the eyes, it looked like he was desperate to know what you felt in that moment. “Liefde I.. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.. I really didn’t.” He said, but you just stayed silent, looking down at your feet hoping for this very awkward situation to end. You loved Joost with your whole heart, but all of this was very sudden and you didn’t get time to gather your thoughts.. making your voice get stuck in your throat every time you wanted to say something. Joost looked hurt, it was like you but a dagger through his heart but he put on a soft smile. “Yeah I get it liefje.. I’ll see you next Friday yeah?” Right, you were supposed to perform again next week, how exciting. You nod before getting inside your car, giving him a small wave before driving away leaving him to stand alone, heartbroken in the empty parking lot.

Friday came by faster then usual, you felt more happy and confident then you did last Friday. You were wearing one of your favourite outfits you felt good in, feeling clean and pretty.. everything goes as planned so far which was how most good days started so you were more then confident to perform that night. When you got to the venue, Joost wasn’t there yet which was odd since he was always there to greet you with a hug and smile on his face, sometimes even a small gift like a coffee or sweet treat. It felt lonely without him but you decided to wait patiently, setting the stage up when he finally showed up looking very upset. You ran up to him, pulling him into a hug which he returned. It looked like the hug lightened his mood, making you smile. “We got this yeah? We’ll talk after the show I promise.. Do your worst.” You tease making him chuckle and walk on stage along with you, the crowd screaming.

The show went by smoothly without any complications, which was relieving but now you had to talk to Joost. Suddenly everything you practiced you would say left your mind, your knees going weak and hands go cold and shaky.

Joost stood there backstage, waiting for you when he noticed you and eyed you closely. You hyped yourself up before walking towards him, cupping his cheek and pulling him into a loving kiss. Joost smirked into the kiss, his hands trailing down to your waist, pulling you closer. It was a long kiss, air slowly leaving your body but even after Joost had the energy to kiss you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around and tasting every corner of your mouth. By the time he pulled away you were breathing heavily, lips swollen and your whole body weak. “Missed my touch so badly, hm?” He asked with a smirk making you look away, cheeks hot and head fuzzy. He put a finger on your jaw so he could make you look right back at him. He smiled and kissed your forehead, bringing you into an embrace. “I’m so glad you came back.. I was literally going mad without you.” You smirk and look up at him. “Missed me that bad, hm?” He chuckled opening the back door and walked you to your car, this time hand in hand.

You turned to him, the moons light shining into his beautiful blue eyes making him look angelic. “Thanks.. for tonight. You were great.” You say, awkwardly scratching your head and he nods. “Yeah, thanks. Well.. see you tommorow?” He asks and you raise a brow, your next show was next week? Did you have plans for tommorow you forgot about? The confused expression on your face amused him, laughing it off and whispered in your ear. “Just get ready for 7pm. Nothing too fancy but dress nice for me.. ‘kay?” He says and kisses your cheek before walking off. “Slaapwel mijn lievered.” (Sleep tight my sweet.)

[year2000electronics]

Looked at your art of Mimi and Mr. L trying to sneak Brobot L-Type “discreetly” and acting like chaotic siblings made me brainstorm more hijnx for them to get up to like Mimi piercing Mr. L’s ears by hand, trying on different outfits, arguing over design choices for L’s robots, doing each other’s hair (long hair Luigi/Mr. L supremacy), trying to come up with a lie/match each other’s stories after getting caught by Nastasia doing something else they shouldn’t.

YESSS i love drawing mr l and mimi doing stupid stuff it fuels me. so here's some now!

i love the idea of mr. l's hair getting long/ratty... like in my mind luigi is the type of guy who forgets to get a haircut but since his environment has a lot of routine in it (when he's not out being a hero that is!) he usually remembers to clip it so it doesn't get too long, but once you eliminate that Routine... well. the long hair groweth

MIMI GIVING L A PIERCING MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD he thinks hes really cool i love that.

and ive always adored the concept of the other minions popping into the repair bay to bug mr. l for fun and sport LOL especially since it must be huge, so all of them are just chomping at the bit to go see the new minion's Big Toy Box. mr. l's prolly gotten used to people coming in and out

and finally, this doodle dump got me thinking- i talk about mr. l and mimi a lot, but i don't think i've ever really given thought as to how they become close when their initial interaction was so sour... and then i thought, what if it started with mimi transforming? i mean, i really like the headcanon that they can relate to each other in the struggle for identity, so why not have mr. l reacting authentically to one of mimi's transformations in a way she's never seen before- positively, and not in a 'you can strike so much terror' way?

mr. l sees HIMSELF looking back at him (and yknow, hes clearly desperate for that self-reflection, look at brobot), and his reaction would just be so GENUINE cos he 100% wasnt briefed on the others that well (considering he immediately mouthed off to them DSFJKSJDGF) and yknow, luigi himself is naturally very curious! and for mimi, whose usefulness to bleck and the gang is that she can be used as a tool, as something monstrous to strike fear into heroes... i think that would make her surprised and maybe even touched JUST enough to give the guy a second chance. that and the count wouldn't be in the room so maybe mr. l wouldn't be so desperate to prove himself haha

[housemdfever]

Cherry Chapstick Part 2

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In case you see this first, I'll link part 1 and part 3

Part 1

Part 3

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The week finally gets to end; Friday is finally here. Normally I'd be more excited for the weekend but I'm stuck going on a date with my boss. Speaking of that, I walk into his office to confirm plans. "Dr. Chase, just so I have this correct. You're coming to pick me up at my place at 6:45pm and then we're heading to the gala?" He looks up from whatever he was doing at his desk. "Yea that's right," he responds as nonchalantly as he could muster; the truth is he's wanted to go on a date with me for as long I've worked here. I simply nod in response and clock out for the day so I can go home and get ready. Secretly I'm glad everyone else said no to him, I've been wanting to go on a date with him ever since I started working under him.

I adjust the straps on my red floor length slit gown. Never did I think I would have the opportunity to wear this. I didn't want to look like I was trying to impress him but I wanted to look pretty for him. Hearing the doorbell ring, I open the door. Chase is standing there. Black jacket and pants, red tie, and a gray shirt; upon seeing his outfit, I blushed. His tie matched my dress; funny coincidence. He handed me a bouquet of white and red roses. I look at him confused and accept them. "Why would he bring me roses?" I thought to myself. After I close and lock my door, he grabs my free hand and leads me to his car; he opens the car door and motions for me to sit. "Thank you," I respond trying to break the silence; it didn't work. Before he starts driving, he turns on music. His playlist was full of Lana Del Rey; I found it really cute. The ride was peaceful, I never knew I could enjoy just being in someone's presence so much. 

"We're here," he says while parking. Once more, he gets the car door for me. I gently place the roses that had been on my lap onto the seat of his car. He extends his hand for me to grab while I was trying to get out. We make our way into the gala. Lots of people were here and socializing; to avoid getting separated Chase grabs my hand. "Come on, let's go get refreshments." He drags me to the table. I grab myself a bottle of water; I don't trust open drinks at any parties. Chase and I stand around in awkward silence. He was the one who asked me here, I guess he just wanted a girl on his arm too make him look good. This event is really fancy so I'm glad he did ask me, even if I was just invited as a convenience. "Do you come to these events often?" I ask him, trying to break the silence."No, but I figured this one would be fun." He replies not even bothering to look at me. I frown at his unengagedness in this conversation. "What are we supposed to do here?" I try once more to break the silence. "Socialize, see the entertainment, eat food, and other stuff," he responds still not very engaged. I'm getting annoyed with his standoffishness; he's so pretty but such an ass. "Well then, I guess I'll go socialize," I tell him; he doesn't seem to care. While looking for a conversation a guy approachs me, "Hey pretty lady." "Oh um hi," I respond a little shaken by the compliment and his approach as a whole. "You look beautiful, don't tell me you came here alone." He smirks while leaning on the back of chair; he was failing at looking cool, he looked more like a desperate idiot. Before I get the chance to respond to the dude, a voice interrupts me. "No she didn't, she's here with me."

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I didn't realize there was a character limit

[another-lost-mc]

(Fallen) Angels Round Table Discussion: Fashion

Featuring: A mixed bag of canon and OC angels and some of their fallen brethren.

"So, honest question - who comes up with these outfit designs?"

GABRIEL: Most angels meet with someone from the tailoring guild and they can request what sorts of clothing they'd like.

SERAPHIEL: Clothing is also a popular gift for angels that pass their ascension trials.

"Does hierarchy or rank have anything to do with the types of clothes angels are allowed to wear?"

SIMEON: Not really. It mostly boils down to preference. Certain styles are more practical than others too. For example, most of the warriors choose not to wear robes on a daily basis. I only wear mine for very special occasions.

METATRON: Michael and Lucifer couldn't be more different style-wise and they were both Seraphs.

MICHAEL: I designed a new outfit for Lucifer that was a little bit more...relaxed...but he wouldn't wear it. Asmodeus even helped with it.

LUCIFER: That’s exactly why I refused. You show enough skin for both of us.

"Now that you mention it, is there a practical reason for designing tight clothes with, um, decorative cut-outs?"

RAPHAEL: It helps us stay cool and prevent heat sickness during our hottest season.

HABUHIAH: Loose clothing isn't comfortable to wear underneath armor.

RAPHAEL: I don't think that's much of a concern anymore.

HABUHIAH: You have more faith than I do when it comes to certain demons.

BELIAL: Are you still upset about our little scuffle in the human world? It's been nearly five-thousand years.

URIEL: You mean the pointless war that you started?

BELIAL: It was actually very profitable.

URIEL: You're the worst.

GABRIEL: Shh, darling. Just pretend he's not here.

BELIAL: That's not very nice, Gabe. You haven't missed me even a teeny-tiny bit?

HABUHIAH: You can't be serious.

METATRON: If we have time later, I'd love to talk to you about your involvement in that skirmish. The official records we have aren't very detailed.

BELIAL: Say no more! I'd be delighted to stay as long as necessary and—

GABRIEL: Absolutely not.

"So, back to the whole why angelic clothing is so revealing thing...?”

SERAPHIEL: Right. Well, from a utility point of view, form-fitted clothes usually work best because you still want to be able to move your body freely without any restrictions. Wearing something flimsy like a cloak is a potential disaster too, at least if you're in a fight.

RAPHAEL: Michael learned that the hard way.

URIEL: The younglings were in the garden and got a firsthand demonstration about combat safety so at least something good came from it.

MICHAEL: You set your cloak on fire by accident one time and your friends never let you forget it.

RAPHAEL: That was an accident? I thought you did it on purpose to get out of training that day.

SIMEON: The point is, a lot of those considerations aren't as important as they used to be. Now we simply wear what we like.

AZRA: Are we going to gloss over the other very important reason? That some of us just wanted to look good?

LUCIFER: Riveting input from our resident incubus.

HABUHIAH: What's that gesture Azazel is making with his hand?

SERAPHIEL: I'm not sure, but judging by Lucifer's expression it's probably not nice.

MICHAEL: Their demonic forms are much more impressive than the photos I've seen on Devilgram.

RAPHAEL: Should we try to stop them?

SIMEON: It's more entertaining if we don't.

METATRON: But I don't want anyone to get hurt.

URIEL: Wait, why is Belial fighting now too?

SERAPHIEL: He's upset that his suit got scorched when one of their wayward spells hit him by accident.

GABRIEL: I hope you're pleased with yourself since this was all your idea, Michael. But I have to admit, I expected much worse.

MICHAEL: See, I told you not to worry. It's just like old times!

A/N: Here's something silly that helped distract me from real life stuff that's kept me busy lately. This vaguely incorporates some Celestial Realm headcanons/worldbuilding, and to be honest, I just wanted to throw these characters into a room and see what happened. (Chaos. Chaos happened.)

[velvetvexations]

It's been awhile since I elaborated on my gender feelings, and I've had a lot of further thoughts, so here's a post about that. It's kinna unfocused. I don't really have many segues between points, I'm just throwing stuff out there. Maybe I'll edit it into something more readable later.

I identify with both the words "male" and "woman" because I feel them both about equally, intertwined, and sex and gender are equally arbitrarily. Most trans women are female, and like, that's great for them, but I'm not. I'm a male and I'm happy to be a male. While the word "man" is completely alien to me and I have having it applied to me, I do feel a strong kinship with other queer males, particuarly trans men and gay cis men.

One could theoretically call me bisexual, but I don't really vibe with being bi. When I'm with someone who also identifies as male, I'm a gay male, and when I'm with someone who identifies as female, I'm a straight male. I feel very strongly about that, not because I have anything against bi people, who are all very lovely, but being a gay male and a straight male at once is very key to how I experience gender.

I actually feel very seen when TERFs talk about trans women being parodies of femininity, and feeling insulted by the appropriation of womanhood as a costume. Other trans women aren't anything like that, but actually, my womanhood is very much satirical, and people who are offended by that should be offended by me. I am mocking women and femininity when I put on a skirt and call myself a woman, at least to ones who find that insulting in the first place.

If you're a cis woman who isn't offended by the idea of someone AMAB wearing a skirt, there's nothing offensive about me, but for someone for whom that constitutes an insult, yes, good, that's what I'm going for! Be insulted! I am parodying you. Especially when I dress up in hyper-pink frilly sissy outfits. "Bleh, look at me, this is what a woman is lol!"

You'd think people who consider themselves gender abolitionists would be more onboard with the idea of parodying gender. But a lot of TRFs are also offended by me in the opposite direction, though they disguise it as parternalistic worry over my "self-hate."

I would probably be the most normie woman ever if I had been allowed to transition when I was younger, but I wasn't, and now I'm the pornsick male crossdresser some other women, both cis and trans, feel extistentially threatened by. And TRFs take that as me indulging in self-hate, when it's entirely love for who I am. I like being a pornsick male crossdresser and calling my womanhood fake and artificial. I'm a fake and artificial person.

You'd think people who talk about themselves as robot girls all the time would be on board with this, but they use robots as a tortured metaphor for their victimhood, whereas it's much more empowering for me, and tbh goes a lot harder.

The thing is, yes, I'm a pornsick male crossdresser who performs womanhood much the same way a clown performs at a circus, but there's nothing underneath that! A statue of a woman is a fake woman but that doesn't make the statue a man. I simply am the idea of artificial womanhood, stripped of what makes that cute and gender validating for people really into that doll kink universe. I'm built with the wrong parts, big and hairy, with a deep voice, and when people see me they see a fake woman, and that makes me kick my legs in the air because that's what I am. Still not a man. Just a fake woman.

That doesn't mean everyone with those traits is a fake woman. Gender is inherently fake and not real and has no rules. The same person could be a he/him or a she/her or a xi/xir and you would never know because it's just an internal thing. Only you can decide if you're a man or a woman or whatever, or if you're male or female or both or neither.

And my gender, in many ways, is the embodiment of the transmisogynistic caricature. If you're cool about very butch trans women my existence shouldn't be insulting to you and you just move on, but some trans women are really bothered by that, and like with cis women, it's like, okay lol, good. Be insulted. I am parodying all womanhood, you're included in that, you're welcome. I am a nexus of misogyny for people who want so badly to see misogyny in another person dressing and performing gender the wrong way. I am a living monument of spite towards anyone who wants to control the self-expression of others based on their own insecurities. And in the course of my being a gay clown who calls myself a woman, I will make gender into a balloon animal, and everyone else - the ones who accept and encourage freedom of self-expression in others, who know that nothing I do for myself has to have implications for them - will be delighted.

[rontra]

this year is the Vale Demolition Squad!! gratulerer med dagen!

it snuck up on me this year! ... i draw a goofy My Blorbos bunad image every year for may 17th. i think it's fun to have a Specific Thing i draw annually, since it's fun to compare them over time. so kind of to that end i wanted to draw two i've actually done before ... salem was in 2020 and summer was in 2023

as usual, outfit notes 👇

well, last year i attended a confirmation where i saw a lot of "non-standard" personal flair, and ever since then i've been kind of itching to incorporate elements like that. so drawing the same two base fits that i've drawn before but messing around with them a little was very fun

largely speaking the notes are the same as on their individual previous posts (ørskog / winter hardanger) including stuff like summer wearing a different belt than standard, and salem's 9 million MARRIED WOMAN tokens

now, the patch notes:

salem lost the chest piece that's supposed to go inside the jacket (bringeduk) for no reason other than "now the color blocks are reminiscent of the necklines and boob windows i otherwise draw her in" . for a second i contemplated dropping the shirt entirely but then i was like there are LIMITS.... so i settled for the mere illusion....

huge loss to hardanger's general identity so it looks much less decorated/finished at all (lol)

also there's no longer anywhere for the medallion (agnus dei) to hook on to, so she's holding it in her hand. she's discarding her Married Woman Things i hope summer is paying attention 😳

also i let her keep her spike earrings instead of swapping to style-matched ones. because i think its coooool

one of her silver belt things (beltestøl) is actually from summer's set. as mentioned in previous posts these belt studs are often received 2 at a time as gifts by married women. they traded one for gay loyalty reasons (summer's isnt visible but it's on her belt for sure)

speaking of summer i don't think swaggy fingerless gloves are usually standard style but i thought it would look cool

rose print floral shirt. this was a big thing i saw--people wearing cool patterned shirts in fun colors (with bunads that traditionally have plain shirts). i really loved this so i wanted to draw it

she lost the silver in her collar and her cape

I ACTUALLY DREW HER EMBROIDERY THIS TIME AAAUGH