#y’all sorry about the lazy backgrounds

[kasieli]

DamiRae week 2023 day 2 | LoA! Damian x Hero! Raven

[90ekz]

across the map.

☾ summary: usually onyankapon likes to keep his face shaven and sleek, but once he notices how you can’t keep your eyes off his new facial feature, he has other plans.

☆ tags: black fem reader, chubby reader, facial hair kink (??? idk man), sub!ony for like 2 seconds, overstimulation, porn w small plot, teasing, creampie, p in v, liberal use of “ma” & “mama”, mention of pregnancy, not proofread, vaginal fingering, onyan & y/n are roommates in college, business major onyan <3

♡ a/n: sorry for being gone so long, i’ve literally been so busy 😭😭, but thank y’all for 500 followers !!! the support means the world to me.

it wasn’t even intentional.

onyankapon had gotten so busy with his classes overseas that he’d slipped up on his weekly shave. he typically didn’t grow facial hair very fast anyway, but all of a sudden his goatee was sprouting like weeds.

he couldn’t figure out why, until he’d locked eyes with the facial serum connie had gifted him for his birthday. dumbass.

in theory, onyankapon should’ve already shaved it. he told himself that he wouldn’t do it the night before his flight, but he really didn’t have time to keep up with that promise.

and he was lazy.

onyankapon tried to ignore it, but everytime he went to touch his face he was reminded of it, and it just made him cringe. he was finally going home to you tomorrow, and he wanted to look perfect for his baby.

when he’d left home three weeks ago, you were so sympathetic and understanding about the lack of time you were gonna have to talk but still a bit somber, knowing your conversations would be reduced to good morning & good night texts.

now, he stood over his hotel room sink, attempting to both not fall asleep and shave at the same time.

it wasn’t working.

“fuck it. not even finna do allat,” he just flicked the bathroom light off, knowing had a long flight in the morning and it was already nearing one in the morning. he just hoped you wouldn’t be too uncomfortable with his stubble.

the next morning, onyankapon felt his lips curl upward when he received a million texts of you being so giddy about him coming home.

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: BAE

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: OMG BABY UR COMING HOME 2DAY

sweet cheeks 🤞🏾: HAVE A GOOD FLIGHT BABY ILYSMMMM

the whole flight home, all onyankapon could think of was your plush lips against his and that round ass that he would inevitably be fondling soon. the woman next to him probably thought he was a psychopath from the way he was randomly giggling to himself.

walking off the plane and eventually into the baggage pick up area where he finally saw your face for the first time in almost a month, onyankapon was overwhelmed.

the way your face lit up when you saw him, your body in that pretty little skims dress, god.

he felt like he was in love again for the first time.

you threw yourself into his arms and he was just as excited to see you, but he couldn’t help but kneed the fat of your ass as you kissed him senseless.

“have some shame, we’re in public.”

“can’t help it. my sweet lil’ thing, i missed you…” you gasped as he gripped your ass once more, but not for the reason he thought you did. your eyes had finally zeroed in on his newly bearded face, and you couldn’t help the ache that suddenly appeared downward.

you never saw onyankapon’s facial hair, or rather, he never even gave you the opportunity to see it. as soon as you jokingly commented on how his stubble was tickling you, he was in the bathroom with the door locked while the clippers released a small whirring sound in the background.

you’d always been curious. you liked a lil goatee here and there, but it was never a major turn on or anything.

but on your nigga? yeah, you needed him bad.

he wet his lips as he peered down at you, even giving you a peek of his shiny diamond grill as he smiled at you. you trailed behind him slightly as he led you to your car, trying not to stumble from the heartbeat down below.

“shiiii, slut me out.”

“whatchu say, ma?”

“nun! cmon boy, you walk slow.”

onyankapon let his hands wander the whole drive home. on your thigh, rubbing against your nipples, even rubbing small circles onto your clit at one point.

you two barely got into the house before onyankapon was caging you against the wall and attacking your neck with his teeth. all you could hyperfocus on was the scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin.

your hand snaked to rub the sweet spot on his neck, smiling to yourself as he turned to putty. he smiled into your neck, his own hands wandering under the seam of your dress. his eyebrows jumped upward at your wetness.

“fuck.. all this for me mama?” you nod weakly as he immediately pushes two fingers knuckle deep into you, already knowing that you’d been preparing yourself for when he got home.

any words this man was saying to you were barely making it into your ears. anytime onyankapon spoke, you were immediately drawn to his lips and chin, and just how mature he looked.

it was almost sophisticated.

“been gone for so long and you won’t even focus on me. makin’ me sad, baby.” onyankapon breathed out, still a bit in disbelief that you were finally in his arms again. his fingers worked an almost melodic rhythm inside of your cunt, while his palm kept your clit company.

“more—fuck, onyyy,” you couldn’t help but whine out louder as his stubble scratched against your neck once more. the scratch only added to the knot threatening to burst in your stomach.

“shit, get these off mama.” onyankapon tugged at your dress and the panties underneath, silently begging you to get rid of them.

“you nasty.”

“you want me to make you nut or nah?” you just smacked your lips and removed your dress. his eyebrow quirked when you didn’t immediately take off the panties and bra accompanying it, but he dropped to his knees nonetheless.

you shivered at his warm breath ghosting against your clothed pussy. he continued to lap and lick at you, leaving a heavy feeling in your gut.

yet you still wanted more.

you wanted more for the sole purpose of feeling his chin hair scratch and rub against your pussy, your neck, all over you, wherever he wanted.

“c-can you—fuck!” onyankapon just smiled at you, already knowing what you wanted him to do, all you needed to do was beg for it. he just continued his skillful movements, just wanting to tease you for a little longer.

“what can i do for you, my love?”

onyankapon struggled to conceal his laugh, because he expected that you wouldn’t beg to him, not without a lot of coaxing that is.

what he didn’t expect was for you to slip your panties down while he wasn’t looking and stuff his face nose-deep in your cunt without warning. his eyes grew wide as you started shamelessly fucking his face, while he struggled to not choke on his own moans.

between your essence dripping down his chin, the grip on the back of his neck and your whines, onyankapon’s cock found itself getting much stiffer much quicker than he anticipated.

every bump of your clit against his nose against his nose sent a zap to his dick. he just sat and took it, his grip on your thighs tightening so much that he started to wonder if he was gonna break skin.

sex with ony’ wasn’t usually this rough, but three weeks away from each other had your bodies screaming the second you came together again. he really didn’t know how you’d react to seeing him again, but he hadn’t considered that you’d be this dominant.

neither did he think about how much he’d like it.

you pulled him away suddenly, presumably so he could catch his breath. onyankapon could swear that you were talking to him, but his mind was completely gone.

“‘m sorry, mama. ‘shouldn’t have done it, just lemme please you.”

before you could respond, his tongue was roughly digging you out, his grip on your waist being the only thing keeping you on earth. he didn’t stop licking until you’d cum on his tongue twice and were begging him to stop.

“ooh, ony—too much..”

he barely cared, making that known as he continued to press kitten licks to your sensitive hole.

“hey—boy are you even listening to me?” onyankapon gave you a stank look as you pushed him away with your foot. you couldn’t help but laugh at how badly this nigga wanted you.

“i wasn’t done.” suddenly you were being flipped over and onyankapon’s thick cock was laying against the skin of your stomach. he looked just about ready to rip you apart.

he gave your clit a few taps before pushing home, the action making your eyes roll back. he didn’t hesitate to slam himself into you roughly back to back, the meat of your ass slamming against his balls.

onyankapon began to kiss on your neck, and smirked into the crook of it when he felt your cunt spasm around him.

“missed you so much ony—needed t-this..”

“fuck, missed you so much more.. such a good girl…” his thrusts only sped up as you whined his name louder and louder with each kiss his cock placed against your cervix. his grip on your waist was tight enough to leave bruises, as he latched onto you like he was afraid you’d slip away from him.

without any warning, onyankapon strokes his fingers against your clit, and your losing your mind while cumming on his cock. he just coos at you, wondering what he did to deserve you. the overstim quickly sets in though, and you’re not-so quietly begging him to slow down.

“shhh, i know you can give me one more ma, i know you can…”

‘one more’ turned into two, three, and eventually four drawn out orgasms, all sprayed onto onyankapon’s lower abdomen. fuckin’ liar. “mmhm, want me to nut in you mama? want this mini-me in you, yeah?” all you could do is nod weakly as he pumped you full, his thrusts finally slowing. your eyes cracked open to see him smirking down at you while he languidly stroked your cheek to make sure you were still with him.

“you so cute. you still with me?”

“mmm.”

onyankapon just smirked as he got some things to wipe you up with. after a few minutes, you finally started to sit up and recover, only to get an immediate attitude with him.

“i can’t believe i let you nut in me,” you mumbled as he turned on the newest episode of General Hospital. he just laughed at you, not being worried considering you’re on birth control.

“you’re so into the beard, you woulda begged me to anyway.” you just scoffed before walking to the bathroom to pee, knowing that he was right but not wanting to admit it.

“i was not.”

[jankydem]

I got a random impulse to draw your ocs in the outer science mv so here I am asking for death orders and references, no rush though man.

So uhh.. I went a bit coocoo. :3

My ass honestly didn’t know if you meant ALL of my ocs so.. erm.. I just did this just in case ☹️🙏

Quick word- My au is set in a campsite (with a giant cage preventing them from escaping, and beyond the fence is a whole PIT. Like in The Promised Neverland. So that’s why folks were found in certain places.)

I’m also sorta sorry for not drawing their ACTUAL deaths, im still working on backgrounds and such and I didn’t wanna spend all that time on allat stuff.. I’m a lazy boy. (That’s aslo the reason why I’ve only shown the characters I haven’t draw, at the bottom is extra info for the characters that were previously drawn beforehand)

Haru Ito; Died to a blow to the head with a rock, was found in the forest. Reason he got killed- his murderer and himself started arguing and it turned into a fight. He was killed near the lake and was then dragged to the forest. (Chapter 1)

Yori Shiomura; Execution consisted of running through all types of movie genre’s before eventually being crushed by a stage light. (Chapter 1) (His execution is called “Lights, Cameras, Failure!”)

Kellise Akerele, Caleb Harris; Kellise was stabbed (not much of a deep cut) in the stomach, then was tossed into the lake and couldn’t get back up due to her weakness, Caleb was separately murdered in his cabin seemingly in the middle of conjuring up a plan to try and get the remaining survivors to escape. They were both targeted for being ‘scary’ to their murderer. (Chapter 3)

Matsunari Chiko; Her execution consists of her waiting tables, falling over, then getting fucking CUTLERY thrown at her until she eventually dies. (Chapter 3) (Her execution is called ‘Slip Up!”)

Yasuyuki Kaneko; Yasuyuki got a sketchy letter to go to the dining hall late at night as the mysterious person (claimed) to be the mastermind, Yasuyuki, wanting to confront the mastermind and not being in the right headspace, went to the dining hall. He had a yelling match and a fight with his murderer before said murderer slit his stomach open and dragged him to a tree, then proceeded to hang him. His body was found in front of the forest near the gym cabin. Reason he got killed- The murderer just wanted to kill him because he was annoying to her (Chapter 4)

(These are all of the survivors minus Kenji)

Other characters

Keiko Hayashi; Was found with two nails in his hand along with a stab wound in the middle of his chest. His body was found in the camps library. Reason for murder- Was purposely overstimulating his murderer. Purely trying to make him panic. (2nd chapter)

Kyran Kadokawa; His execution consists of him having to jump across wooden furniture (such as wardrobes, chairs or tables) and after god knows how long of jumping fell off and fell into the lava that was yes indeed the reason he was avoiding the floor and needing to jump on furniture in the first place. (Chapter 2) (His execution is called “Floor Is Lava!”)

Miyu Datai; Her execution consists of basically getting so beat up by a bunch of Monakumas to the point that she looks ‘ugly’, then, she gets a view of her late boyfriend, looking down at her with disgust. She reaches out to him and he just turns around and walks away as she calls out to him before being decapitated by another Monokuma. (Chapter 4) (Her execution is called ‘Love Comes In Many Ways.’)

Togunaka Momoru; who said he died?

IF THERE ARE ANY QUESTIONS PLEASSSSEEEEE LET ME KNOW! Also im so sorry for not being able to draw their deaths/executions I very much lack motivation at the moment :( also I totally didn’t use this as an excuse to tell y’all about their deaths/executions either… noooo wayyyy 👀

[writing-mechanical-monsters]

HIIIIII! So I might be back again, lol. Idk, BUT I do have a new idea(s) for the plot so that’s probably changing again, lol, sorry, I just keep getting new, really cool ideas. ANYWAYS, I have two separate ideas that are really really similar related to the plot and I can’t decide between them so I’m asking you guys, even though there isn’ really any ‘you guys’ here haha.. Yeah, idk, but choose one!

ALSO PLEASE MAKE RECOMMENDATIONS ON THINGS TO POST ABOUT, PLEASE ASK QUESTIONS IF YOU HAVE ANY! I want to post more but I don’t really have ideas and I don’t know what you’re interested in regarding stuff about MM and it’s universe 😔

I’m not telling you guys anything about the options btw, idk why, I just won’t, you guys can find out once the poll is over, sorry, maybe, I think? But if you really wanna know what the two options are you can ask and I MIGHT tell you. Idk, yeah, choose an option pls 👍🏻

Sorry for all the options lol

Rant about side/background/minor characters under the cut, since I wanted to include it but, yeah, idk. Words that make sentences under the cut since I’m too lazy to delete it or make it a different post 😅😔

is it called a ‘cut’ or smthn else? idk. I think I’ve seen people refer to it like that, but idk. I’m still not entirely educated on how to make Tumblr posts, somehow, lol. Idk

Also I still kinda might need some background/minor/side characters if you have any you want to see in the story 🥺 I wish we could make custom emojis, that’s the closest one to what I want but it’s not perfect 😔

but yeah if you want to see one of your characters be mentioned, like, once or twice in MM, PLEASE, I am too lazy to make a billion side characters on my own 😴😔

Please encourage me to make my own side characters actually, I should not be asking y’all 😞

but the offers still up if you want

Also, big thanks to the singular person who answered my prayer the first time I asked, I really like the idea, and the character is probably gonna be a bigger deal in the story than I first planned lol. News reporters are very important though, and even though the plot is changing and I have no idea how I will insert this character into the story now(since the person[I think you know who you are if you’re reading this, idk, but I’m not gonna tag you since I don’t know if you’d wanna be tagged 😣 please let me know if you’re okay w/ me tagging you in posts related to this character if you see this!!!] who came up with the character [minus the appearance and name, basically just their job kinda, but if they have a vision of what the character looks like or is named LET ME KNOW PLS, I can do it myself but still 😅]had an idea already for what their role in the story would be, and the story has changed dramatically) they will be in the story no matter what.

I have an idea for what they will do in the story if y’all choose option one but not yet for option two, BUT I WILL FIGURE IT OUT!!

sorry for the rant lol, idk. Have a good day 😊👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

[babyharleezy]

Cuddling in bed with Urban headcannon??

cuddle buddy

bloo’s notes: i feel like i was supposed to post this a while ago, lmao sorry yall. I hope yall enjoy nonetheless. i just wanted to put some cute thoughts out.

urban would pull you in as close as he could

he would nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck

kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses

lots of whispers and giggles in each others ears

did i mention kisses?

just some lazy vibes fr

yall would have some deep talks

lots of talk about the future

“do you wanna have kids?”

“how many kids?”

“where would we live?”

there’s probably weed somewhere close by

i imagine urban holding you close with one arm and with his free hand he’s holding a blunt or something

yalls favorite movie/show/music playing in the background

+10 points if it was a rainy day and y’all just wanted to enjoy it by being indoors and being close to each other

you would lay on his chest and listen to his heartbeat

if you weren’t laying on him then he would be laying on you

youd run your fingers through his hair as his body is on top of you and his head resting on your stomach

just overall super sweet vibes

eventually you two would fall asleep and jack would probably walk in asking if y’all wanna get some food but stops himself once he sees how comfy the two of you are

jack would 100% take a picture and tease y’all

tag list:

@creme-delacreme @harlowcomehome @moody4world @thinkingaboutjharlow @charli123456789 @lcandothisallday @mx-daisy @heavyhitterheaux @harlowsbby @wonderlandiswhereitsatyo

[bluepuppethidinginafilingcabinet]

here we go y’all

this weeks silly little (probably actually quite long) puppet history notes/commentary

this weeks woosh caption: “an echo of a dinosaur roar from the cretaceous period” spooky

hi maya

oh we’re putting ryan in shackles now huh

classic mario kart story tbh

professor getting flashbacks over here

i’m very excited about this topic

i fucking love paper. imagine inventing paper. that’s so cool.

paper is an s tier invention. i’m right.

vietnam seems chill.

wow the professor really said okay leave then

i really want it to be a frog plague

it’s not a frog plague :(

it’s a new dynasty. because history.

evil echoing laugh is back

i thought it was before common era……..

yo this man out here excecuting his sons and grandkid

“would y’all ever kill your own-“ PROFESSOR NO

i love when a wholeass river changes course. multiple times.

the professor snores huh

uhhhh you’re in the theatre fake professor

oh boy a tax increase

ummmm there’s a lot of glitching

the box is suspicious as always

i swear if they put taxes on tea that’d be funny

did i misunderstand the question or did they? who knows

salt and fish were apparently the answers

the horse wife is back. even though she should be dead. and in puppet purgatory.

this is a fun little ad

the professor just standing there like 🧍

i wanna build a watcher kingdom. shame i have no money.

i’ve decided to stan these two sisters. this may not end well for me considering history.

that’s a very you joke to make ryan

ryan wants to be a product of the immaculate conception via shaq apparently

these two are slaying

oh damn that’s a tiger. damn.

it has 3 eyes

an 18 did nothing???? huh

she really just attacked with kale. and lost a hand.

(items falling in background)

oop bye bye head. that’s unfortunate

THEY HUNG HIS BODY FROM THE GATES?????

or maybe they didn’t. welp. who knows.

boooo patriarchy

we’re assuming he’s dead. got it.

i love a war pyramid scheme

if you wouldn’t do war with your friends what’s the point? like are you really friends?

also this lady slays. i love her.

what is the professor on?

claiming immortality apparently

four things she promised. huh. okay my guesses. revenge. salt. gold. and cotton candy. because why not.

damn i want a country wide lazy river

edit: THE PROFESSOR KEEPS IGNORING THE LAZY RIVER MENTIONS

okay if the make out sessions start now. how do you fight the war??

slay okay. revenge. restoring lineage. avenge death of husband. attain goals. uhhh okay. sure.

well if it works it works i suppose

little devil horns on ryan is fun

15 JELLY BEANS EACH???????

ah yeah a swing of the hips wins the troops over. sure ryan.

trung be slaying

IM SORRY THIS LADY OUT HERE GIVING BIRTH AND CONTINUING THE FIGHT?????

ah yes an army of women swinging babies around

women can in fact kill too. so true professor.

no taxes? that’s… a choice…

i too am waiting for the other shoe to drop

boooo i don’t like this

yeahhhhh well that’s unfortunate

they still slayed

oh the bigger entity takes out the smaller huh ryan?

okay so the options are, they die, they die, or they die

oh we don’t know. okay. well. i’m starting to think that we don’t actually know when people die.

kinda baller that they never surrendered

imagine being dragged up to heaven by your ankles. that’d be an experience.

history is in fact petty

the women really be getting things done in this story. as they should.

damn that’s a speech right there

this is such as slay

the tiger is back. very pretty puppet. fluffy.

ryan does have a point when he called it a johnny cash tiger

“and now i’m fucking dead” that’s so awkward for you tiger

he’s very upset about this huh

professor be ignoring the algorithm again

professor you can’t just call people supple

egg professor has eyebrows

this is so odd

so shane. what. is. going. on.

[theringers]

high for this - mick schumacher

summary: nights on the rooftop with a blunt and a hot man ain’t so bad

a/n: hey y’all i’m back!! my life has been crazy hectic but i’m so excited to get back into writing again. i hope u enjoy this, i had many thoughts about it and then struggled writing it so i’m apologizing in advance hahahahaha

also this is totally unedited so sorry. i’m lazy and love instant gratification sue me

taglist: @honeybadger03 @teenwaywardasgardian @ggaslyp1 @f1oneshots @enchantestuff @ohpuckyeah @e16leclerc @landowishes @yugyeomcutie @pg10ln4

if you want to be added/removed from the taglist let me know!!

warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut lmao, drug use, semi-public sex, idk what this is sorry

The rooftop deck was your favorite place to retreat to when you couldn’t sleep and needed some alone time. It was just a few steps up from the house below and gave a perfect view of the surroundings. It had two couches and a table, making it the ideal location to smoke weed, away from others.

The wind made for perfect background noise and there was just enough people awake in this beach town to make you feel safe and comfortable. You stared out at the horizon, where the ocean met the dark skies, almost undetectable due to the new moon.

You could just see into town, the buildings and streets lighting up the sky in the distance. You loved living in this little town for the summer. It was a perfect break from the craziness of school and the impending craziness of real life. You grabbed your lighter off the table and pulled a

blunt out of your pocket, sparking it up and trying to avoid the wind. It finally caught and you breathed in the warm smoke, feeling it burn your lungs.

Your abs twitched as you tried your hardest not to cough excessively. Each time you coughed, your brain felt lighter and lighter. You held the blunt between your fingers and continued to admire your surroundings. Slowly, everything began to change. It looked exactly the same but felt different. The building you were looking at before, you knew it was a hotel but it started to look like a casino. You snapped out of it when you remembered you were high and giggled a bit to yourself. The bridge in the distance started to warp into an airport runway, and you did the same giggle after you realized again.

Your muscles started to loosen as the blunt got shorter and shorter. You reached toward the ashtray when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs to the roof.

The top of his cap was visible first and he smiled once you made eye contact. “Y/n,” he said, breathing a bit heavy.

“Schumacher, what are you still doing here? I thought everyone had left for the night?” You took one last drag of the blunt and smashed it into the ashtray.

“Well, Lance is sleeping with one of your roommates right now and he didn’t want me to leave without him.” He realized that it sounded dumb as soon as the words escaped his mouth.

You laughed and patted the couch next to you. “That’s cute. Come sit.”

He happily obliged, and you offered some of the blanket covering your legs. “I also heard you may have a bit of bud.” His eyes landed on the roach in the ashtray. “Or had.”

“I have some more, but you’re going to have to wait. I just smoked that one. I need at least a half hour before I smoke again.”

“Understandable. I’ll wait.” He sat comfortably back in the couch and you looked over at him. He pulled his hat off and ran his fingers through his blonde hair, sending a warm feeling through your body. You had been in the same major as Mick, but you never ended up in the same classes. The way you’re feeling right now made you wish you had looked at him this way freshman year.

“How’s your summer been so far?” You ask, eyes still admiring the changing surroundings.

“Quite relaxing so far, actually. And you?”

“I’ve been enjoying it. I don’t think I’ve ever had this much time to do whatever I want. Especially with all the studying in college. And summer classes.”

He nodded in agreement. “Glad to be done with engineering?” You both laughed. Of course you were.

“Until September when I start my full time engineering job, yes.”

“That’s incredible, congratulations.” He looked genuinely happy for you, but a little disappointed in himself. He unfortunately wasn’t lucky enough to find a job just yet but he wasn’t going to spend his senior summer interviewing and wasting away his days.

The two of you talked more about post-grad and how scary it can be as a new grad. You reassured him that he would find a job no problem, and he reassured you that you didn’t suck at engineering no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself of it. It was better to start out disappointed in yourself and work your way up than to let yourself down, right?

You got absolutely lost in conversation with Mick and could continue talking with him for hours if you hadn’t remembered the pre-rolled blunt sitting on the table calling your names.

“Alright, let’s light this up,” you said, sitting forward and grabbing your lighter. You sucked in while you sparked up your lighter on the other end of the blunt. You held the smoke in and let it out with a few coughs, trying to get words in between. “I didn’t know you smoked.” You passed him the blunt.

“I don’t usually,” he said, taking a puff. You watched as his lips pursed around the wrap and suddenly felt yourself growing desperate to touch him and feel those lips on yours. “I woke up violently hungover today, so I didn’t want to drink. But I also didn’t want to be sober. So here I am.” He passed it back, pushing it away from himself as he could feel a big cough coming on.

The calming sensation of the weed started to kick in and you felt weightless in the best way possible. You let your head fall back as you admired the stars. You were almost positive you were going cross-eyed but luckily Mick assured you that your eyes were fine.

“You know,” you started, keeping your gaze up to the sky. “I heard high sex is the best sex.”

Mick cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. “Really… huh. Interesting.” He was interested but he tried his best to seem nonchalant. “Was the best sex of your life when you were high?”

You continued passing the blunt back and forth as you spoke. “Nope, never done it high before.”

He smirked at you, his squinty bloodshot eyes indicating that he was feeling it. “Well, why don’t we change that then?” He laughed, only half-joking.

“Have you had high sex before?”

“No.”

“Then what was the best sex of your life that you can remember?” Weed made you curious.

“This one night after a party junior year in college. She was so confident and sexy and knew exactly what she was doing. I’ll never forget it.” His cheeks began to blush as he talked about it.

“Ooh, someone’s in love.” You poked his side and stuck out your tongue at him.

“Hardly. I haven’t seen her since that night. Don’t even remember her name.” He looked at his hands and paused before recollecting his thoughts. “What was yours?”

“I haven’t had much mind-blowing sex if I’m being honest.”

“Well, that’s disappointing. I’m sorry.” You couldn’t tell if he was genuinely sorry or just didn’t know what to say about your confession.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve just been sleeping with the wrong guys, I guess. None of them really knew what they were doing.”

“Now, that’s no fun. Everyone should experience mind blowing sex at least once in their life.”

You blew out a large puff of smoke with a laugh. “That makes me laugh thinking about it, but you’re not wrong, Schumacher.”

“I’m not usually wrong.” He winked and grabbed the small, burning blunt between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Your arrogance is annoying for someone who doesn’t have a job yet.” You meant to poke fun at him but it came out sounding harsher than expected.

“Ouch,” he said, blowing the smoke right into your face on purpose.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I promise.”

“Mhmm, sure.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“The arrogance is sexy.” You let the words fall out of your mouth without a second thought. The marijuana was doing the thinking for you tonight.

“You think so?” He joked with you. He didn’t expect you to call him, or some part of his personality, sexy at all.

“Well, considering I spent four years barely hearing a single word out of your mouth and now you’re high and arrogant. It’s turning me on.”

“To each their own.” He scooted forward in his seat to put out the flame in the ashtray. Your eyes were glued to his biceps being restrained by his tight t-shirt and you swore you could feel yourself drool.

He continued to scoot forward until he was off the couch and on his knees. His hands rested on your thighs and he looked up at you, making sure you were okay with this.

You swallowed a large gulp and let his hands roam your lower half. Talking about mind blowing sex, getting high, and having a hot man on his knees in front of you was not the night you had envisioned.

He slowly slid off your sweatpants and placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs wide open for him. He smiled and you rolled your eyes, trying to forget that you just gave into him. You wanted him from the moment he walked up the stairs but the weed just intensified every feeling you experienced, especially when he touched you. Your skin lit up when his fingers danced across it.

“God, you look incredible between my legs,” you said, grabbing a hold of his blonde hair in your hand. He smiled up at you and slid a finger between your folds. Your entire body went warm from your head to your toes. Every sensation you felt from his touch was heightened, making you squirm a little more than usual.

When he gripped your thigh, you could feel your skin pulsate under him, traveling directly to the spot that craved him most.

His thumb grazed over your clit and you let out a breathy moan. The vibrations of your body were unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, making every single touch feel like you were just on the brink of orgasm. As he continued to finger you and rub your clit, you were sure you were going to be sent over the edge but it just wouldn’t come. In the best way possible. You weren’t sure you wanted this to ever end.

You picked your head up to see him intently focused on pleasing you, not even noticing his mouth was agape.

“I need you inside of me right now.” You said, unable to continue watching him without feeling what he’s capable of.

He simply nodded and removed his fingers. “How do you prefer to be fucked, darling?” You ignored his question and took his fingers in your mouth, sucking your juices off while maintaining eye contact.

“I prefer to be fucked by you, sir.”

You pulled down on his arm causing him to fall onto the couch next to you. You swiftly moved on top to straddle him, carefully dragging your hips across his. He grunted feeling the release of pressure in his pants he so desperately needed. He hooked his hands onto your hips and guided you back and forth on his lap. The rough fabric of his jeans made contact with your clit, causing you to whimper at the friction.

“Yeah, you like that baby?” He had a devilish look on his face seeing you being pleasured.

You felt his cock straining in his jeans so you helped him out of his pants. You immediately hopped back on his lap and kept your legs spread, running a few fingers between your folds before letting his cock fill you completely.

You winced at first, due to the time it had been since you last felt like this. You stayed still, adjusting to him before you began to rock your hips. He reached for your sides but you pushed his hands away, pinning them down on his sides.

He felt euphoric inside of you, shockwaves traveling under your skin every time he hit deep. You couldn’t roll your eyes back any further so you opened them and watched Mick be completely oblivious satisfied for a few short moments. His arms were pinned at his sides and his head pointed up towards the sky, taking in the feeling you were giving him.

He had never had sex while high before so this was all very new to him, and to you as well.

He snapped out of his pussy-induced trance with dark eyes. He overpowered you in strength when he moved his arms out from under your touch and placed them on your waist. He couldn’t tolerate you being on top of him anymore, telling him what to do.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and pointed to the couch. “Bend over. Now.” You wanted to fight with him on it but you needed to feel him inside of you more.

You twisted yourself around, sticking your ass up in the air. He took your cheeks in his hands, squeezing and spanking them before ramming into you from behind. You jolted forward at the sudden movement, head resting on the top of the couch. You let your body go limp, letting Mick have full control of pace.

The sound of your skin slapping together drowned out the footsteps coming up the stairs. “Mick?!” A voice shouted. “Holy shit.” Every muscle in your body was shocked back to life, going into fight or flight mode.

He immediately pulled out and threw his t-shirt over to you. He scrambled to look for clothes of his own. “Lance, dude, could you please turn around for one second so I can put something on.”

Lance laughed and faced the other way. “Sex on the roof? Nice.” Mick found his jeans and slipped them on, taking a few steps towards Lance.

“I’m assuming you’re ready to go?” He fumbled with the button of his jeans.

“I am.” Lance shook his head, partially in disappointment and partially in second hand embarrassment. “Do you know how many people can see you up here?” He pointed to the lights around the house.

Mick walked back to you to make sure you were clothed and okay. You had pulled your sweatpants back on with his t-shirt.

“You’re good, Lance.” He turned back around to face the two of you. “And frankly, I don’t care how many people see.”

“Are you high? That’s so unlike you.”

You both looked at each other and giggled. “Actually, yes.”

[itsallyscorner]

hey. can u do part 2 to the’ Being a High School Student on A Marvel Set’? :)

💌

Period Buddies

Pairing: platonic!Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, platonic!Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Summary: I’m currently on my period so I wrote this to help me cope:) Basically Anthony and Seb being the biggest and supportive guys to you during your period:)

Warnings: Umm not much, some mentions of blood and periods.

Hello my love!💞 Thank you for the request! I was actually planning on making another ‘High School student’ fic with the Marvel cast, so I decided to use that idea for this request! I hope you like it🥰 Also sorry I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while; I was lacking motivation to write and school was pretty hectic😭 Thank you for your patience my loves x

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fluturaș - little butterfly

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You were laid out along your couch in your trailer, a fluffy Sherpa blanket wrapped around you and your head resting atop two soft pillows. You were laid on your stomach, the pressure of the couch slightly helping with the stinging pain in your lower abdomen. Your geography teacher was teaching via Zoom, though your laptop was on the coffee table that was inches away from you; knowing you weren’t feeling your best, you’ve decided to stay on the couch for school and moved the table closer to the couch so everything was within your reach. You had been lazily taking notes—or attempting to with the remaining energy you could muster up.

You had been surprised by the devil himself when you woke up earlier today at around six in the morning. You knew your monthly was coming; with the constant cravings, body aches, and the newly developed pimple gracing your face, your period was around the corner. And you were right, a dark red stain was splotched onto your white floral bedsheets when you woke up today. What a way to start the morning.

Yes, no woman ever felt their best during their period. You were always bloated, hungry, and blood was constantly flowing out of you, yet you were still expected to show up to both work and school. Not to mention, the pain you were currently enduring was making it really difficult for you to to focus on anything. Your teacher’s voice seemed to fade into the background as your body was blinded with the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. You may have been overreacting, but everything just hurt.

Geography was your midway class, meaning that you were halfway through your school day. Which also meant that you were soon to be called to set. You had a lunch break and some time to do your homework, but either way you still had to get to set. Usually you’d be antsy to get the school day over with, practically buzzing to get to get into your costume and do some stunts with your two favorite guys on set. Although today was different, the thought of heading to set and being active felt dreadful. You just wanted to curl up into a ball, snuggle into your Sherpa blanket, and take a well deserved nap.

Your teacher’s voice was interrupted by a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you let out a faint “come in” to the two men outside your trailer. A second passes before your trailer’s door slowly opens and Anthony’s head pops from behind it. His sparkling yet dark brown eyes and toothy grin etched onto his friendly features. Sebastian pops up behind him, an equally wide smile on his face as he wiggled a white take away box in the air.

“What’s up buttercup.” They cheerfully greet you.

Though both of the men’s smiles drop once they see you bundled up on the couch. Anthony fully enters your trailer, Sebastian following suit. Approaching your little set up, Anthony glances at your laptop.

“Isn’t your camera on? Did your teacher allow you to attend school like this?” He asks you. He knew you were a responsible kid and had no troubles keeping up with your education. But that’s the thing, you were still a kid. Having kids of his own, he knew how unmotivated children can get in the middle of the school year and the laziness that came along with it. Seeing you lounging on the couch while your teacher was lecturing was just a bit concerning for him.

You stiffly nod, “My camera’s off. I just don’t feel good.”

The last sentence catches both of the grown men’s attention. Sebastian rounds the corner of the coffee table and hovers over you, observing your face. He softly places the back of his hand onto your forehead, checking for any alarming warmth.

“You’re a bit warm, but it’s probably because of the blanket.” He mutters, choosing to sit on the arm rest of the couch. “You alright, fluturaș?” He looks down at you in concern, lips tilting down into a small frown.

Anthony had settled beside your feet, one of his arms using your ankles as an arm rest. Strangely enough his arm brought you comfort instead of adding to the ache in your legs.

“I’m just—I’m on my period.” You mumbled in response. You wait for the awkward tension to build but it never came. You glance at the two men and see the realization settle in them.

“And I have really bad cramps at the moment, that it’s just hard to do anything. So I decided to stay on the couch today.” You explain with a slight shrug. They didn’t understand the pain you were going through, but they understood what you meant. While the both of them had female friends and what not, they were somewhat aware of what you were going through.

Anthony claps his hands to his thighs, “Alright, it’s ok to give yourself some rest. You just relax and listen to whatever your teacher’s going on about.” He motions to your laptop and continues, “Is there anything we can do to help you?”

While taking down notes, you momentarily glance at them, “No it’s fine, you guys already brought me food. Thanks, by the way.”

They didn’t want to leave you alone, you were clearly not feeling well and they both wanted to do something. They couldn’t do anything about the pain from your menstrual cycle, but they can help distract you from the pain.

“No, we’re gonna help you. Have you eaten ever since breakfast? I’ll spoon feed you if I have to.” Sebastian insists. You thought he was joking, but when you looked at his face he was serious.

“I had a brownie—wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be filming?” You question the both of them.

“Something went wrong on set so now we have a few hours or something till they figure it out.” Anthony answers, scrolling through his phone. He abruptly stands up to his feet and heads towards the door. You and Seb send him a questioning look.

“I’ll be back.” With that he pulls your door open and jogs out, leaving you and Sebastian in your trailer. You decide to tune back into your class, resuming to take down notes from the slides your teacher shared. Suddenly, a large hand gets in the way of your notebook.

“Gimme that.” Sebastian takes the pencil and notebook from you, placing them on his lap and staring at your screen. His eyes scan the PowerPoint, looking for the part you left off on. He hums when he finds it and began to write the notes himself.

“What are you doing?” You raise a brow at him, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in Bucky’s clothes, minus the black and gold ‘metal’ arm. He was still sat on the arm rest, slightly slouching so he could bend down to use his lap as a table.

“I’m doing your notes for you.” He answers nonchalantly. He motions to the white take away box on your coffee table, “Eat your lunch, I got this.”

You hesitate to sit up, feeling bad that Sebastian was doing your notes. Though, he did insist on doing it and you weren’t feeling your best. After an internal argument with yourself, you decided to let it slide and let Sebastian do your notes. Besides, he looked like he was enjoying taking notes on agriculture regions and the different types of farming.

“Are you sure, Seb?” You ask him again, slowly sitting up on the couch. He responds with a distracted ‘mhm’, his eyes focused on your notebook and his tongue sticking out in concentration. You quietly thank him and get up to use the bathroom.

While you were gone doing your business, Anthony had entered your trailer again. This time he had a plate full of brownies, a medium sized cup of ice cream from the vending machine, and one of those red hot water bottles in his arms.

“Where’s the kid?” He balances the things in his arms while carefully placing the plate of brownies onto your coffee table. Anthony locates your mini fridge and stores the ice cream in the freezer.

“Bathroom.” Sebastian acknowledged, still focused on writing the notes correctly in your notebook. He made sure to write neatly and copy the way you organized your notes. Saving you the hassle of missing out on important parts of the lesson and from decoding his personally sloppy writing.

Anthony empties his pockets to reveal more of your favorite snacks from crafties and the vending machine. “So...what are you doing?”

“I’m in geography class.” Anthony snorts at his friend before taking a look at your laptop screen, “And what are y’all learning in geography class?”

“Pastoral nomadism.” Seb bluntly answers. With his arms now free of the items he brought, Anthony decided to tidy up your couch. He folded your blanket neatly, fluffed your pillows, and made space for Seb to actually sit on the couch.

“What the hell is pastoral nomadism?” Anthony thought out loud.

“It’s when people travel from place to place with domesticated animals. It’s usually practiced in dry land climates.” Sebastian explains, eyes never faltering from the screen or your notebook. Anthony let’s out a sound of approval at Seb’s explanation. When he was done cleaning up your couch, he took the white take away box and headed to your kitchen. Emptying the contents of the container onto one of your plates, heating the food up for you.

You walk into the kitchen section of your trailer, shutting the bathroom door behind you. A delicious aroma lingers in the air, your nose picks up on the smell, sending it straight to your stomach. In response, your stomach lets out a low growl, making Anthony snicker at you.

“I’m heating up the food.” Anthony mentions as you pass by him. You thank him with a small smile as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours.

“Want me to make tea or something? I heard it helps reduce the cramps.” You raise a brow at him amusingly, “Where’d you hear that?”

“I read it on Google. You know, research, gotta make sure our girl’s comfortable.” He proudly tells you. Your heart warms at the fact that both him and Seb were willingly helping you while you were in pain. The microwave dings catching both yours and Anthony’s attention.

As he gingerly takes the plate out he asks you, “You wanna eat at the table or the couch.”

“The couch, I still wanna listen in on the lesson.” For a moment you forgot that you were supposed to still be at school, taking notes, and listening to your teacher teach the lesson. You enter the living room and sit next to Seb, who’s hand was digging into your pencil case.

“Want me to take over?”

“Nah, I got it, I’m too invested to stop. Which one?” He held up three of your highlighters, one was light blue, another was a peachy pink, and the other was a typical yellow highlighter. You grin, picking the peachy pink one. He tosses the other two back into your pencil case and uncaps the highlighter. While your teacher wraps up class, he began to highlight the new terms from today’s class.

“Here ya go.” Anthony sang; grabbing a pillow, placing it onto your lap, and carefully setting the plate of chicken teriyaki fried rice on top of it. You happily thank him and began to dig in. He slumps onto the couch beside you, “Tell me if you need anything else. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer, brownies, a hot water bottle, and a whole box of tea.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

You pause your eating, pouting at the two men beside you, “You guys really don’t have to do this. But I appreciate it so much, thank you.”

Seb looks at you over his shoulder, sending you a sweet smile, “Anything to make you happy, fluturaș.”

Anthony squeezes your shoulder, “Anytime munchkin, starting today till you’re not a ketchup packet anymore, Seb and I’ll be your period buddies.”

You snort shaking your head at him, “Again, I appreciate it Ant, but please don’t call yourselves period buddies.”

“What’s wrong with period buddies? You’re on your period and we’re all a bunch of buddies. It makes perfect sense!” Anthony reasoned defensively. Seb looks at the both of you over his shoulder again, “I like period buddies.”

“See! Thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the two. “Fine, period buddies it is.”

Your geography teacher wraps the lesson up and ends the Zoom call. Seb shuts your notebook and puts it to the side. Clapping his hands, he asks you, “Alright, what class do we have next?”

“Calculus.” You smirk, followed by the groans of Anthony and Sebastian filling your trailer.

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hey, bianca!!! I saw that you are accepting blurb asks and wanted to ask something!

it's for Joaquin Torres ( meu bebê ) and based on the song Idi0ta by Jão and the prompt "i could cry over how much i love you." from the 'sacred romantic moments prompt list'!!! I just think that thid song is basically him and it's so cute!

I hope this inspires you and also hope that you're doing okay!!! much love from a brazillian follower, beijão!! 💗💖

oiê, nonnie!! the first time i heard this song last year i thought of him (nosso bebê aksksak) imediatly and this request was just what i needed to make the dream happen!! beijão e espero que goste <33

Love You Like A Fool

summary | You were a fool for your best friend but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You could wait while he lived his life and if heartbreak found its way to you you’d deal with it. Joaquín was worth it.

pairing | Joaquín Torres x fem!Reader

warnings | some angsty stuff, fluffy fluff (i can’t go full angst with my baby boy), implied smut, friends to fwb then back to friends to fwb again to lovers, some alcohol consumption

word count | 1,7k (i know i said blurbs but i went to edit and accidentaly added 1,2k of words, enjoy)

author’s note | this music… i hope y’all like this because i really enjoyed writing it! <3

i’m so sorry about the delay in posting (emergency meeting at my job and my glasses just broke ??? literally it happened while i was editing so i did edited without my glasses)

inspiration: idiota by jão + "i could cry over how much i love you" from the sacred romantic moments prompt list (bold lines are direct translated parts of the song and the prompt that was used)

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You had no idea if it was his eyes or his hair. Who were you trying to fool? It was his whole pretty face that made you get lost just like you were. Your drink was forgotten on the table and whatever your friend Katy was saying became background noise. You could look at Joaquín Torres for hours and you wouldn’t complain.

“Girl, why do you keep doing this?” Katy asked knowing exactly what just happened by the zooned out look on your face. And that smile…

Oh, that was his smile.

“What?” You looked away from admiring your best friend from afar, not fully comprehending when the conversation changed from her new book to your little problem.

“Why do you keep giving your all into this relationship that is not really a relationship? I can see the lovey-dovey smile everytime he enters the room.”

“Because it makes me happy…?” It was the obvious answer to you, but not enough for Katy.

“And it’ll make you sad once it goes wrong.”

“I’ll take the risk.” You looked back at her, the words were even more serious than you meant for them to sound. “I…it might not be the ideal but what we have is enough. Is more than I even expected to.”

You looked back at where Joaquín standed talking with some of his friends. His eyes met his and he winked in your direction before going back into the conversation.

Katy might not have agreed with you but she knew better than to enter into a meaningless discussion. You’d already made up your mind months ago.

…

The first time you and Joaquín kissed was during a lazy night in that very small porch on your apartment. You had no idea how you managed to fit two of those folding beach chairs for you to just sit and drink, but there you were. It looked like a night just like all the others.

As you laughed a bit too much at something he said to you — so much you felt tears running down your cheeks — the atmosphere changed. Your eyes locked with his but it was different from the playful looks and suddenly you were so close you couldn’t measure the distance between you.

So close your lips were almost touching.

So close they did touch.

You weren’t sure if it was you or him that closed the space but in the end you were kissing and you didn’t want it to stop. It looked like Joaquín didn’t want to break it too, cradling your head between his hands to keep you there and suddenly you were sitting on his lap. The very few drinks weren’t enough to make you drunk but just the right amount to make you both forget that the folding chair wasn’t secure enough for you both.

The chair flipped and Joaquín hit his head on the floor and you hit your forehead on his. And then you both started laughing again and the cycle followed on.

It was a playful disaster just like your relationship was going to unfold.

Yet it was so funny and the way you felt when Joaquín looked at you with those hungry eyes made things worth it. The way you could feel how he cared about you in every touch and every kiss made it worth it.

Those memories made you forget the lingering pain on your heart when you remembered all you’d ever had was those little moments.

But you kept reminding yourself that it was worth it.

…

As much as you tried to keep your relationship with Joaquín as casual as you meant it to be, it hurt when he told you he was dating somebody else. Your heart was beaten up but you sat down and smiled, you said you were happy for him because as much as you wanted to be that other person all you ever wanted was to see Joaquín smile.

During nights out with your friends you’d look at the new couple and quickly look away. You had no idea but you kept the act, you kept denying to Katy that you were hurt and, after sometime, you almost convinced youself it was all right.

You’d wait while he was living in the hopes that he wouldn't forget about you both.

…

And Joaquín clearly didn’t forget about you both because one week after he and the girl he was dating broke up you ended up on his bed.

Again.

And you felt happy about it no matter how weird it could sound.

“Do you think it’s good for our friendship?” Joaquín asked you the second time it happened after that specific breakup.

“What?”

“Always ending up like this.” Joaquín gestured to the bed, and the messy sheets and you could fully understand his point.

“I don’t know.” You confessed. “It’s been okay until now, right? But we don’t need to keep it like this if you’re not comfortable or…”

“I was worried about you not being comfortable.” He interrupted you, looking embarrased, slightly red cheeks only showing more his feelings. “I mean, how long haven’t you been in a relationship? I go away and come back and you’re always here.”

And I wouldn’t have it any other way, you thought sadly.

“Joaco, I have no problem with how things are.” You reassured him, your hand resting lightly on his cheek as you caressed his soft skin.

“Okay.” The smile he showed after your comfirmation made your heart swoon, but it quickly turned into a smirk, the one you knew was only a tiny hint of his next actions.

Joaquín came closer to your neck and started kissing softly, you went from giggling from the tingling to moaning as he got near your ear just to whisper. “I like how things are a lot actually.”

You turned your head searching for his lips, eagerly starting a kiss meant to lead on for more.

…

Yeah, you had absolutely no problem with how things were.

Well, it didn’t. And maybe you shoudn’t have been talking that near the man’s bathroom door.

The truth got out because of Katy.

Actually it was your fault for being so damn loud in one of your kareoke nights between friends but you were hoping Paula’s singing would hide your conversation.

But the next thing that happened was Joaquín giving you a ride home. A silent ride. It was so weird to not be talking or blating some cheesy music someone sang after kareoke night.

“Is anything wrong?” You asked him, the anxiety for his answer blooming on your chest.

“Nothing.” The smile he gave you was supposed to be reassuring, but the way it didn’t reach his eyes was even more preocupying.

“Joaquín, I know you.” You insisted. “What’s wrong?”

He parked the car on the side of the street just to look at you while asking it. His eyes were so serious and the speed of your heart could’ve easily overpowered a racing cart.

“Are you in love with me?” Joaquín blurted out.

“What?” The response was almost automatic. What did you do? How could he be aware of that?

“Are you in love with me?” He repeated his question, slower this time.

“Why would you think that?” You tried to play it off.

“I heard you talking to Katy about it today.” He explained and your blood went cold. He already knew the answer. “Is it true?”

Denying was the first idea you had, but if he listened to your full conversation there was no way Joaquín would believe it was just a joke between you and your friend. If everything was going to hell like that you might as well just say the truth out loud.

“It... it is true.”

He brathed heavily before carrying the conversation on. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’re my best friend?” It was so simple in your head.

“Well, best friends tell each other everything!”

“Usually friends avoid doing things that might end the friendship.”

“Our friendship hasn’t been so usual these past few years.” His point made something that was crystal clear in your mind turn blurry.

“I don’t know, okay?�� You exploded and you were not proud of that. “In a way I just thought that this is all we can have. Joaquín, I could cry over how much I love you, it’s not a light feeling. I could keep going the way we were, it was somehow comfortable." You tried to turn all the mess in your head into comprehensible words. “I know you love me, just not in the way I love you and I could feel you cared about me in every moment we shared together. It’s more than most people have in any relationship in their lives. Why should I try to change that?”

His confused demeanor showed how he was trying to process everything you just said. “We stopped for me to start dating other people…”

“And here we are again.” Your smile had a different impact with the glassy eyes. “I can keep all those moments and you can have a safety net or…”

“Hey, you’re so much more than my safety net.” Joaquín stated firmly. “And…You don’t have to cry over how much you love me beacuse I love you too. Exactly in the way you thought I didn’t.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do. I just…You were so chill about all we did I tought it was really a casual thing, that there was no hope for more.”

“I guess I did a really good job at making it look like it. I was waiting for you to drop it at any moment.”

“I tried.” Joaquín confessed, remembering the failed dating attempt.

“I know.”

“I couldn’t.”

“I wish I knew this sooner.” You said thinking of all you could’ve had if you just taked this earlier.

“Well, now you know it.”

“Yes, I do.” You agreed, getting a bit closer to him without even realising. “I still feel like a fool though.”

You both laughed together, shifiting in your seats to get just a bit closer.

“Well, will you be my fool then?”

“I’ve always been.” You said, looking away from his brown eyes for a second just to see if it was real. “Will you be mine?”

“Forever if you let me.” Joaquín’s voice was getting lower as his forehead touched yours.

“I have no objections to that.”

“Great.” He whispered against your lips and kissed you deeply and lovingly before any witty comment could get out to extend the waiting.

And at the same time it was so familiar to the both of you it felt completely different with all those feelings out of their hiding spot. It was perfect.

Maybe you were a fool for that man, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Taglists:

Everything: @writing-for-marvel @ju5tyna20

Joaquín Torres: @1940sbuckybarnes @parkjammys @lovebyceleste @solitaszn

[nolabballgirl]

happy new year! okay, folks, well that's a wrap on the season, and wow, what a disappointment on so many levels. so level setting a bit: was the season as bad as, say, wtfock s4/5? no, it didn't actively excuse racism all season and perpetuate damaging racist tropes (to be fair, we did not get a reckoning as to the racially coded bullying re: ava so that’s still out there). nor was it campy bad like skam france. but why do i still rank it low and certainly my least fav druck season? y’all it was an aesthetic mess! mix into that eren’s shade re: storylines and fighting for crucial scenes (wtf?!) and finally because, unlike most remakes, i just have higher expectations from the druck team (woo the eskam s4 deja vu...)

essentially, my thoughts on the season were that everything was laid out neatly on a silver platter by the end of s6, and then the new team dropped the platter just before dinner and scrambled to put it back together because so many pieces were right there for the taking. sigh.

cue the following themes:

bullying/accountability/personal responsibility

toxic friendships

introspection on one's gender identity

isi’s turkish background/alevis in germany

and yet, we got barely half baked attempts at all of the above, without any meaty or rewarding conclusions for any of it! not to mention backslides in prior growth arcs for both kieu my and mailin.

so digging in a bit more:

as for the new characters: again, i come to the end of the season and still think there was nothing in lou's arc that could not have been repurposed for ava and/or ava and yara. (especially if rumors are to be believed that s8 will not be ava's season). as to sascha, i mean okay...another cis, white male love interest (but also the most under developed relationship??) in the skamverse - how groundbreaking 🙄 when yara was right there (i guess i’m a isixyara truther 😌). and what potential for a powerful, long arc with umut and it gets magically resolved in a clip?! lazy.

bullying/accountability/personal responsibility - ugh, this really gets me going. the idea that a quick apology solves years of extreme bullying; other bullying gets swept under the rug and never addressed at all; and that there are no real consequences for many of isi’s actions this season all beg the question of what is the takeaway? there's no real grappling with what it means to take accountability and personal responsibility for your actions. what does it mean to really be sorry for your actions? and what kind of message is that for a young audience viewing the season?

toxic friendships - why do the instas care so much about consti? why would they drop everything and go into the woods to heal together? why are they friends (or even stronger - chosen family)? why why why should we care about them when they don't even seem to care about each other all that much? i really wish we got way more introspection and world building on the instas from the POV of one of their members. in a way, i feel like i knew them more during the prior seasons or at least understood their actions better. here it’s like “do they even like each other” all season but we magically are all bffs by the end?

introspection on one's gender identity - you would think this would be a main theme of the season and given its full due, but it feels so rushed, so random, so half-assed? like the writers really thought it was an afterthought to other storylines?! we get a mention of dysphoria and then it's resolved. we get some dialogue about gender and then we're on to another topic. if i didn't know that eren is non-binary irl, then i would be scratching my head even more than i am? and i shouldn't be having to fill in gaps in storyline with an actor's background if the writing was there. we finally get the bare minimum with pronouns but then apparently the actors had to fight for even that?!

isi’s turkish background/alevis in germany - what a missed opportunity to get into the turkish-german experience, especially when discrimination/right-wing hatred has been on the rise in germany (with turkish folks as a major target!) and why did isi lose faith/stop going to the cemevi in the first place? we get some clips here and there, but no arcs or really tying back to any prior buildup. it's again, random clips inserted to check some boxes.

so much has been said for the poor writing this season, the random plot, and lack of follow through from season to season, so i won't dwell on that. but honestly, whatever happens with next season, i do genuinely hope that the funk team continues to review fan feedback and instead of being defensive (as they were earlier this season) actually does the hard work of improving to at least get us to a coherent s8, especially if we end the cashqueens' journey there.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

A Horse Trip

Tom Holland x Rider Male Reader

Request from Kili

Warning: no warnings, just fluff. Also, this one is short!

Background: Your boyfriend Tom decided he wanted to try and ride a horse. He wanted you to teach him since you knew how to ride one. He ended up failing and decided to ride with you on your horse. On the way, you guys stopped to have a break.

(if Tom does know how to ride a horse in real life then just pretend he doesn’t know. Couldn't think of a good title)

M/n: Male name.

H/n: Horse name.

Word count: 840

Hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it's bad!

You and Tom felt the wind stream past you as the horse was galloping at 25-30 mph. Tom was holding onto you trying not to fall off. You could hear the sound of the horse’s hooves. And Tom complains about how he can’t ride a horse but you can.

Now you may be wondering why he is complaining. Welllll…..

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FLASHBACK (1 hour ago)

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“Please?! Come on M/n!” Tom has been bothering about riding a horse. You were born in the country boy, while Tom was a city boy. Tom assumed since you were born in the countryside, you would know how to ride a horse and he was right.

You did know how to ride a horse since you were 10. “Ugh, fine…. Go get ready.” Tom was surprised at first since you always say no whenever he asks. “Yeahhh!” Tom immediately got up and got dressed.

Tom came back down ready. “Let's go!” he said grabbing your arm and pulling you to his car. You then drove to your grandparent's house where the horses are kept.

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Time skip (30 minutes later)

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You guys arrived at your grandparent's but they weren’t there. “Where are your grandparents?” Tom asked looking at you worriedly. “They're not dead if that’s what you're thinking. I think they're visiting my parents?” you shrugged your shoulders before walking the horse pen with Tom following behind you.

“Alright Tom, as you can see these are the horses. The one over is H/n, that’s mine house. You can pick one if you want or you can stick with mines.” Tom was making a decision on whether he should go with your horse or another horse.

“I think I'll go with that horse, the one on the left side.” it was like your horse, she/he was Friesian. The one most beautiful horse breeds in the world.

Tom was about to go in before you stopped him. “Wow, hold your horses there. You need to know how to properly handle these animals.” Tom stopped in his tracks to look at you. “You need to know the safety tips first!”

“First safety tip, you need to wear a helmet in case there is an unplanned dismount. Second safety tip, stay alert! Riding is fun but since you are learning you can get distracted. Your handling a living, breathing, unpredictable animal. Be aware of other horses, and the surrounding. Third safety tip, wear proper footwear. Here you need these.” you handed Tom everything he needed to be safe.

“Now can I go?” you nodded your head as Tom entered the pen with you following behind him. Tom was excited to ride one. “Be sure to put everything on!” you yelled, Tom obliged.

To be honest, Tom was a little tense approaching the animal. “Alright now get on it,” you said while holding the horse in place.

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Time skip (10 minutes)

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(didn’t do that because I was lazy)

Tom began to ride the horse. It was going well until the horse decided to do a backflip. “Oh my God! Tom are you alright?” you said trying to hold back the laughter. “Ughhh… Oww my head…” You were laughing so hard now. “Stop laughing at me!” Tom pouted.

(y’all have ever seen that video where the horse flips over while a woman was riding it?)

“I’m sorry Tom, here.” you handed your hand out. “Why did it do that?!?!” you laughed harder. “Apparently it didn’t like you. Hey, how about we have a picnic? We’ll ride on my horse. Hold on tightly though.” Tom agreed with you.

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FLASHBACK OVER

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You remembered everything that happened earlier and laughed. “Hey, stop laughing, that wasn’t funny!”

Tom said slapping you back. “Sorry, it just popped back into my mind. Either we’re here!”

You guys arrived at a little hill where you’ll be having your picnic. You leashed up your horse making sure it does run away. Then you and Tom had a great time together, he was still mad about the whole horse thing but he got over it.

The sun began to set. The beautiful colors brilliantly red and orange filled the sky. It was very romantic. “I love you, Tom.” “I love you too M/n,” Tom said putting his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You leaned against and watched the sunset together.

‘What an eventful day.’

THE END

[unbridgeabledistances]

a ✨drunk and clingy ian✨ one-shot

okay so we all know that saint patrick’s day is a very arbitrary and somewhat meaningless holiday (at least in the u.s. lol)- but we also know that the gallaghers are incredibly fucking irish, so i am using this as an excuse to write some drunk and clingy gallavich fluff (bc i think we all need it!! or at least i do!!!!)

hope y’all enjoy<3

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Mickey and Ian came in the door from their final weed security run of a way-too-chilly and grey March afternoon, kicking the slush off of their lace-up boots in a tired but comfortable silence. Mickey had been fantasizing for a good part of the afternoon about his usual afternoon ritual of collapsing onto the couch with a cold beer in his hand, and taking a long lazy nap while shitty game shows played on the TV in the background— but unfortunately, Debbie had other plans. Or so he realized when he turned the corner and his eyes were met with a forest of green and white streamers blanketing the living room, with Debbie determinedly balancing on a kitchen chair to hang them in the doorway.

Mickey did a double-take, shooting a glance at Ian and then back at the festive room again. What the fuck? He quickly racked his brain— there was no way he’d could’ve forgotten Franny’s birthday, that was in the summer—and he was pretty sure that Liam’s birthday was in the winter sometime; so whose the fuck was it? Too many goddamn Gallaghers to keep track of. Finally, Mickey admitted his own defeat.

“Is it someone’s fuckin’ birthday or something?”

Mickey flashed another gaze to Ian in confusion as he said it, hoping that Ian would silently mouth whatever the occasion was to him, or at the very least raise his eyebrows and goad Mickey enough to jog his memory to remember whatever the fuck today was— but Ian just gave an easygoing grin as he took in the room’s decor and let out a laugh.

“Debbie, isn’t this kind of going overboard?”

Debbie looked over her shoulder from where she was now taping a crudely scribbled picture of a shamrock, most likely drawn by Franny, up onto the wall.

“What? If it’s our last Saint Patrick’s Day in the house, the least we can do is go out with a bang,” she answered nonchalantly, and continued fixating on hanging up Franny’s drawing.

Mickey inadvertently let out a scoff and rolled his eyes. Fucking Gallaghers.

“I’m sorry, fucking Saint Patrick’s Day?”

Ian’s lips formed a playful smile and he elbowed Mickey between the ribs. “Yeah, Mick, Saint Patrick’s Day— also known as the unironically most important day of the Gallagher family calendar year. I can’t believe I forgot it was today, with all the work stuff we had going on.”

At first Mickey couldn’t tell if Ian was actually being serious— but in the same second he decided that it didn’t really matter, since Ian’s eyes were bright and shining and there was this weird giddy grin he was sporting from ear to ear, like he was absolutely fucking delighted that it was Saint Patrick’s Day, instead of just a normal goddamn Wednesday. Fucking softie.

And as endearing as that was, Mickey still couldn’t let him off that easily. “There’s no way I’m celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day. It’s a fake holiday for yuppie rich kids to go bar hopping—I’m not getting involved in any of your Gallagher bullshit.”

Ian’s grin just grew, like he knew exactly what Mickey was doing. “Hey, you married into this family. If anything, this is your own fault.”

Mickey just rolled his eyes, then continued to unlace his boots and throw them by the doorway.

“The fuck do you do anyways, aside from getting trashed?”

Ian put a hand on Mickey’s upper back to steady himself as he pulled his own shoes off. “I think getting trashed pretty much sums up the festivities. Today’s practically a holy day of observance for Frank, and I’m assuming Debbie’s also just gonna use today as an excuse to get drunk on a Wednesday.”

“Hell yeah I am!” Debbie called from where she was putting the chair back in the kitchen.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “I knew Gallaghers were white trash, but I had no idea you were this bad.”

“Oh, come on. You don’t have any Ukranian white trash holidays or whatever?”

Mickey held back a bitter laugh. Yeah, they had “holidays,” in the form of days when Terry was celebratorily drunk enough to leave them the fuck alone for 24 hours, rare occasions when his looming shadow was out of the house and a festive lightness bled in in its place. They sort of celebrated Christmas, which was mostly just associated with too many painful memories of Terry ripping open the presents before he or his brothers had the chance, and too many painful stings associated with him having one too many drinks as they sat quietly inside the sagging house and pretended to be a big happy family for one night a year.

But never anything as gaudy and deliberate and ridiculous as observing a C-list, Irish-American holiday just for the hell of it, just for fun—which yes, was probably fueled by Frank’s alcoholism more than anything else, but also made something swell in Mickey’s insides that he didn’t quite know how to place.

And Mickey didn’t know how to let out that entire internal monologue to Ian while Debbie was standing within earshot. “Nah, man. Milkoviches don’t really do… holidays.”

Ian snaked a hand around Mickey’s back, giving his shoulder a squeeze, a grounding touch. He gets it.

“Well, get ready to have your mind blown, Mr. Gallavich, because we’re about to celebrate this hallowed occasion Gallagher style.”

Mickey rolled his eyes again, but let himself lean into Ian’s touch, lean his weight ever-so-slightly against Ian’s chest that was pressed behind him by the doorway. And, okay— as stupid as this was, maybe there was something sort of warm and solid about tradition, about hand-scribbled shamrocks and streamers on the wall, about having days to celebrate just because you wanted to, just because you could…

Just then Franny came hurdling into the room, wearing a baggy green t-shirt and a face-painted shamrock adorning her cheek.

Ian’s face lit up when she stopped in front of them. “Hey Franny! Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!”

Franny held out two bottles of beer to Ian and Mickey from where she had been hiding them behind her back.

“Mommy said I should give these to you when you came home!”

Mickey smirked, carefully taking the bottles from Franny’s outstretched hands. “Thanks, kiddo.”

And if all celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day took was knocking down a few beers on a weekday afternoon—well, Mickey wasn’t going to complain about that.

**

Of course, hours later Mickey realized how severely he’d underestimated Debbie’s enthusiasm— after lounging around the house waiting for the stream of Gallaghers to trickle in from their various daily activities, Debbie had rounded everyone up and they migrated to the Alibi as the sun was setting, where they’d met up with Kev and V and Lip and Tami, who (thank fucking god) looked as vaguely confused and fully apathetic about this whole “Saint Patrick’s Day” situation as Mickey did.

Now it was late, and Mickey was leaning against the bartop of the Alibi sipping a thick, foamy glass of Guinness, which was as close to embracing whatever-the-fuck Irish heritage his husband had as he was possibly going to get.

All of the Gallaghers were here, swirling around the room—Debbie had put on some sort of peppy music as Kev poured everyone drinks, and a couple of other Southside neighbors had heard the bass thrumming and joined the ruckus. The room wasn’t too crowded, but it was pleasantly full of bodies and chatter— Kev had bought bunches of shiny, tacky green mardi gras beads for everyone to wear, and the air in the room was festive and bordering on sloppy in a way that felt very different from how Mickey had envisioned this evening would go.

Mickey was pacing himself, because it was a Wednesday for fuck’s sake— but his husband was an entirely different story. Between the beers at home and the various drinks Debbie had been siphoning into his hands all night, Ian was teetering on the drunkest Mickey had seen him in years—which partially made the tiniest spark of trepidation start to creep into Mickey’s bloodstream, a spark that he immediately extinguished. It was one night, the first in a long time— Ian deserved to have some fun.

And he definitely, definitely was having fun— casually dancing with Debbie and Sandy and whoever else would humor him, grinning with red-hot cheeks and bright eyes— from across the room Mickey could tell how warm his skin would be if he pressed a hand against it, how flushed. Mickey wasn’t really in the mood for dancing, or whatever the fuck stumbling around and chatting and making friends Drunk Ian was up to for the evening, and he was perfectly content to nurse his drink at the bar— which is why it surprised him when Ian pulled himself out of the crowd, slightly stumbling over his own feet, and made the way across the room to where Mickey was leaning at the bar, immediately boxing him in and putting his hands square on Mickey’s waist. Mickey almost imperceptibly let in a sharp breath.

Ian looked down at him, all smiles and shiny eyes— when he spoke the scent of sweet, hot liquor danced on Mickey’s face and all he wanted was to be closer, to breathe it in.

“Are you having fun?” Ian’s right hand traced up Mickey’s side, then back down to its hold on his hipbone.

Mickey raised his eyebrows. “You and your leprechaun family don’t mess around, Gallagher.”

Ian smiled a lazy, tipsy smile, and pecked Mickey’s cheek before Mickey could be embarrassed about it.

“D’you wanna dance with me?”

Ian’s hands slid off of his hips and entangled with Mickey’s hands that had been hanging limply at his sides, walking backwards so their fingers were laced together an arm’s distance apart.

Mickey shrugged noncommittally. “I’ll leave showing the Irish pride to you and the rest of the drunken Gallaghers.”

Ian registered Mickey’s words and opened his mouth to reply, just as Debbie pulled Ian over by the arm.

“Stop sulking with Mickey and do more shots with me!”

Jesus Christ. Ian was going to be wrecked when their alarm went off for work in the morning, and Mickey was starting to debate if he was going to need to have a talking-to with Debbie about the appropriate amount of “Saint Patrick’s Day fun” they were allowed to partake in next year— but for now Ian was happy, and he could stomach one night of hardcore festivities.

Mickey stood at the bar for a while, watching Ian and Debbie get progressively more flushed as they bobbed through the crowd— and then, when Debbie had found some other victim in their mid-twenties to get even more shitfaced with, Ian made his way across the room to Mickey again, plopping onto the barstool beside him and heaving his bodyweight onto Mickey’s left side, burying his face in the crook of Mickey’s neck. Mickey wrapped a tentative arm around Ian’s waist, trying to hold him up from slouching off of the barstool.

“M’tired.” Mickey could feel Ian’s hot breath dancing on his collarbone as he slurred out the words, and felt Ian’s eyelids flutter shut against the side of his neck.

Ian was always giving Mickey measured casual touches, wherever they were—but it was so exceedingly rare that Ian fully let himself go like this, let himself be drunk and happy and just crumple into Mickey, without worrying about holding anyone else up. It felt new, but it felt good— Mickey let the solid weight of his husband’s body leaning against his press him down, rooting him into the Alibi’s sticky floors, feeling the clammy skin of Ian’s forehead that was solidly lodged into the side of Mickey’s neck.

He hated to admit it, but in that moment, something in Mickey was also frozen solid— as much as Mickey had grown in the past few years, something about these situations, about PDA or whatever, still made Mickey feel like he was treading water—like he was fighting to stay afloat while everyone’s eyes were on him, and the strong current was only lifted when he and Ian were in the dark safety of their bedroom. If Mickey was drunk at a bar and sloppily leaning onto Ian, there was no doubt in Mickey’s mind that Ian would hold him, would gingerly touch him and caress him and do more to him than just prop him up— but something in Mickey still hesitated and flashed with warning signs in a crowded room full of people.

But Ian was still breathing hot on Mickey’s neck— so Mickey thought about what Ian would do, if it was Mickey who was tipsy and slumped on his shoulder. He tentatively raised his arm from where it was lying limply by his side, and started to run soothing circles onto Ian’s t-shirt, just above his hipbone where Mickey’s hand was holding Ian up by his waist.

Ian hummed in acknowledgement of the touch— and then he pressed a tender kiss to the crook of Mickey’s neck, where his face was buried. Fuck. Mickey just pulled him in closer, gently tugging Ian’s torso in by his belt loop to hold him steady.

Ian hummed again, then started to press kisses up and down Mickey’s neck. “You smell good.”

Mickey’s heart started to beat a little quicker, his blood running hotter than usual—and Ian couldn’t fucking do this now, while the rest of his family was milling around and dancing and wearing fucking mardi gras beads while flaunting their Gallagher pride.

Ian lifted his forehead off of Mickey’s shoulder, and gently bit at the underside of Mickey’s jaw—and Mickey thought he was going to combust right there, on the spot, in a room full of Gallaghers pressed against the bartop at the Alibi by his very drunk husband.

And in an act of excruciatingly inconvenient timing, Lip sidled up to the bar and sat on the barstool on Mickey’s other side, nursing what Mickey assumed (and hoped) was a diet Coke in a beer glass.

“Hey there, Mick. And, uh, Ian.”

Ian looked up from where he was very engrossed in continuing to nuzzle the opposite side of Mickey’s neck, and glared at Lip from across Mickey’s chest.

“Go away, Lip.” Ian collapsed his head back onto Mickey’s shoulder and closed his eyes again, wrapping his arms around Mickey’s neck like a fucking boa constrictor. Mickey snaked an arm up around Ian’s back, holding him steady on the wobbly barstool.

Lip held back a laugh as he sipped his drink, then took a drag of the cigarette he was holding. “Seems like Ian’s done enough drinking to make our ancestors proud.”

Mickey took a sip of his own beer with his free hand. “Debbie made sure of that.”

Lip raised his eyebrows. “Damn. Guess we’d better keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn’t also have the Frank gene.”

Mickey grunted in acknowledgement, then took another sip of his beer, mostly because he didn’t know what else to say. Ian’s head shifted slightly on his shoulder— and Mickey realized he probably needed to haul Ian home ASAP, before he was even more sleepy and incoherent and unable to lug down the street.

Lip noticed Ian’s movement on Mickey’s shoulder and smirked. “I’ve gotta say, I’ve never seen Ian being this clingy before. Even with other guys—no offense, Mick— he usually stayed pretty contained. And you guys aren’t usually too into the PDA department.”

Mickey shrugged, trying not to jostle the heavy weight of where Ian’s head was hanging. Lip was right—he and Ian never really were all over each other, especially not like this, outside of the context of their room, when they were very much always all over each other.

Lip kept studying them, and the corner of his mouth eventually ticked upward. “It’s good. He’s definitely not this… comfortable with anyone else. Including me, which is definitely saying something.”

It felt weird, to get something like what felt like Lip’s full blessing at a raunchy Gallagher party months after he and Ian had gotten married—but that was also exactly what it felt like was happening.

Lip’s eyes suddenly darted across the room, to where Tami was holding up his coat and gesturing to the door. Lip rose from the barstool, stubbed out his cigarette, and put out a hand to clap Mickey on the shoulder as a goodbye.

“Catch up with you later, Mick.” Lip reached out and jokingly tousled Ian’s hair. “Make sure this one doesn’t hate himself too much tomorrow morning.”

Mickey smirked. Ian was practically asleep and drooling on his shoulder, his breathing turned steady—Mickey reached a hand up to card through his hair, then gently shrugged his shoulder to get Ian’s head to rise from where it was jammed on his neck.

Ian raised his head, his eyes bleary and confused at first, then softening around the edges when he met Mickey’s gaze.

“Alright, let’s get you home, carrottop.”

[icyhawt]

stoner bf suna hcs

pairing: rintaro suna x reader

genre: a lil fluffy ig?

warnings: 18+ drug use

shameless plug but this was inspired by a high suna drabble i wrote which can be found here!

› in college, he would smoke A LOT but as he got older it became like an occasional thing

› and now since he’s pro, he only smokes during his off season

› lil backstory: he first met you during his second year of college

› y’all met through his plug lmfao and said plug was a good friend of yours

› sometimes you would go w your friend to do deliveries and you would see suna

› anytime suna saw you, you were pretty quiet and kept to yourself while he and your friend talked for a bit

› you would only ever speak if he or your friend spoke to you directly

› long story short, he thought you were cute and he wanted to get to know you better

› so he asks your friend for your number and gets it from them

› you’re in your room doing hw when your phone goes off and when you check it, it’s a message from a random number

› the text reads, ‘sorry if this is weird but it’s suna. i asked your friend for your number, i hope you don’t mind.’

› of course you don’t mind!! he’s cute

› you text him back telling him it’s fine and if he needs anything

› he replies w ‘yeah, lemme smoke you out?’ (please i want him 🥴)

› and you accept OBVIOUSLY

› y’all set up a day and are basically inseparable after that n the rest is history 🥰

› okay this mf EATS when he’s smacked

› it’s always “babe, let’s go get food”

› “rin, it’s 2am” “okay and?”

› so late night food runs/late night drives are a MUST

› when y’all aren’t getting food, you guys are almost always cuddled up together

› during this, he alwayssss asks you to play w his his hair

› suna is already as relaxed as it is so when he’s high he’s even more so

› while y’all are laid up, he just listens to you talk about your day and he just gives very soft hums of “mhm” in return

› he likes the sound of your voice <33

› sometimes he even lets you do his eyeliner!!

› he just sits you on his lap to straddle him and he thinks you look soooooo cute all focused w your low eyes

› you almost poke his eye out but that’s not the point!!

› shotgunning

› y’all always shotgun at one point when y’all smoke together

› 9 times outta 10 that leads to very heavy, slow and lazy make out sessions

› you’re straddling his lap, arms around his neck and he has his hands resting on your hips, squeezing just a bit ever so often

› while this is happening his ‘🍃🌬’ playlist is playing in the background lmfaoooo

› the playlist includes: the weeknd, carti, uzi, drake, kendrick, arctic monkeys, the nbhd, frank ocean etc.

› and when y’all pull back, there’s a slight dazed smirk on his face and he just sits there and stares for a bit at you w your swollen, bitten lips and glazed over eyes

› and he thinks you look so fucking pretty

› yeah he’s in loveeee <3

a/n: i accidentally deleted the first one, so if u saw that no u didn’t <3, i almost cried rewriting this 😭

[mythiccheroacademia]

“Private villa and the fur chinchilla, When he post me, all the hoes get sicker. Fuckboy killer, I don’t need fillers, Never been a lame so the real bitches feel it.”                          —Saweetie

Word Count: 1.3K Pairing: Dabi X Reader Context: Everything is the same, but the LOV are rich af bc they be scamming the hell out of people. Warnings: explicit language, drug and alcohol use, sexual content (no straight up smut tho), nudity ig but implied bc this takes place at a strip club lol

All characters are 21+

A/N: When I tell you I had way too much fun making this little header...someone needs to take photoshop away from me. Quickly! Also, sorry if your name is Rebecca, MJ, or Rinah. I promise I like you. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

Dabi | Tap In

It had been a long week.

After dealing with the authorities and keeping tabs on his sperm donor—as he liked to put it—Dabi needed a way to take the stress away.

And he knew the perfect way to do so.

Dabi took a long inhale of the thick blunt in his hand before puffing out a cloud of smoke that mixed along with the misty air. The multicolored strobe lights shined over the dancers who skillfully spun around the pole. The cheers and chatters within the crowd swirled well into the music and quickly became background noise.

He sunk into the couch, watching the scene with a lazy gaze, and relaxed as the hands of giggling waiters and waitresses smoothed over the expensive material of his coat.

“Feeling good, big boss?” a pretty redhead asked. She’s no stranger to him, but he cant remember if her name started with a C or an R.

Regardless of her name, she was good with her hands. After a minute of staring at a dancer performing an impressive back hook spin, Dabi was quick to groan in relief when she massaged a knot out of his neck.

“Fantastic,” he sighed.

An attractive man, with hair like gelatin, popped up on his other side, stealing his attention with the drink in his hand. The woman glared at him in distaste.

“Would you care for a Martini? I know you like them stirred,” he purred, eyes on the dark-haired man’s crystal embedded watch before they slowly eyed his exposed chest.

Dabi took another puff, thinking about if he was in the mood for it. He was just about to answer when someone else chimed in.

“You had that last week. What about a Whiskey Sour?” This time it was a woman with snake like features. She leaned in, slim tongue hissing dangerously next to his lips. “You can never go wrong with that.”

“Everybody knows Dabi prefers that on Saturday’s,” the first women huffed.

“And everyone knows Dabi prefers a Screwdriver on a night like this,” another person said, their hand gliding along his chest. Dabi shrugged but didn’t pay much attention to them. The waiter sent a challenging smirk to the redhead. “Something you probably wouldn’t know much about, Rebecca.”

Ahh so that’s what her name was. I knew it had an R and a C in it.

“Fuck off, MJ.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Here we go,” the man with gelatin hair grumbled.

They ignored him and continued their bickering.

“Just say your jealous of me and go!”

“Jealous? Baby, I wouldn’t be jealous of you on your best day. Like, ew.”

The snake-like woman rolled her eyes in irritation. “I can’t stand you bitches,” she muttered under her breathe.

Rebecca’s eyes turned a violent red as she seethed in anger. “Why you dirty little—“

“Am I interrupting something?”

For the first time since he got to the club, Dabi’s eyes found focus. Real focus. His crystal blue eyes lit up against the darkness of room when your voice silenced the petty argument going on.

You stood in front of him, chin high and eyes confident despite the four pairs of unfriendly glares on you. It was always like this. The dark-haired man could walk into any room and be immediately surrounded by people who shamelessly fawned over him. Whether it was for his money, his power, his undeniable looks, or the mysterious aura that followed him, they were on the man the moment he made his presence known. They’d light his cigar, buy him drinks, and flaunt whatever body parts they needed to for a second of his attention.

Sometimes, Dabi would mess around when he had the time. Other times, he’d just enjoy the attention. But all of that went out the window when you came into the picture. And whether they wanted to admit it or not, everybody knew it.

For some reason, he just couldn’t get out of his head no matter how many times he fucked you silly.

Dabi liked the knowing smirk on your lips as his eyes raked over your face and body, committing every feature to memory as if he hadn’t had the pleasure of indulging in it before.

It was something about the way you wore the clothes he bought for you so well. It made his pants uncomfortably tight in the best way.

“Nothing at all, doll-face. Mind keeping me company?” he said.

“Sure thing,” you shrugged.

You squeezed through the small parade he had going on, and plopped yourself right on his lap. Dabi happily attached his grip to the meat of your thigh, enjoying the way your hand raked down his tattooed neck.

“Why don’t you guys give us some privacy?” he off-handedly said. “Oh and Rinah was it? Can you get a Tequila Sunrise for Y/N? Two cherries. Gin tonic for me.”

“You remembered,” you chuckled, sensually dragging your thumb across his bottom lip.

“Of course I did, babe.”

The four internally groaned as Dabi seemed to become enraptured in your gaze. 

“It’s Rebecca,” the woman muttered before going off to get the drink. They all dispersed, leaving the two of you alone.

After your drink was made, you two spent the next half hour talking, laughing, drinking and smoking together. You enjoyed each other’s company. It was easy between you two. Your adventures were wild from leaving the country to spending nights skinny dipping in random pools. It was fun and there wasn’t much commitment on either part, however, despite indulging in your separate endeavors, you always came back to each other. And you would never admit it to one another, but there was comfort to be taken in that.

Before you knew it, your legs were seated on either side of his hips and his hands were feeling on your ass. The curtains surrounding the lounge chair had been closed long ago and it was only a matter of time before you’d take advantage of the privacy.  

“So remind me again why I haven’t heard from you in two weeks?” you questioned, a teasing smile in your voice.

You rolled your head and fluttered your eyes closed as Dabi trailed hot kisses on your chest and shoulders.

“Police were on our ass. Had to move locations. Important shit,” he responded between each kiss.

“More important than lil’ ole me?”

“Can’t finance your shopping addiction if I’m in jail, sweetheart.”

You almost gave up your playfulness when his veiny hand gripped your jaw and his tongue slowly traveled up the length of your neck. If the bulge against your thigh was anything to go by, he was more than excited, but you wanted to have your fun.

A slight grind of your hips had him growling against you. You threaded your hands through the back of his hair to pull his head back. 

“But you promised we’d go to that Italian restaurant downtown. I was really in the mood for some pasta,” you faux pouted.

Your puffed out lips and slow grinding took him over the edge.

“Then I’ll take you to fucking Italy next week to make up for it,” he rumbled before swinging you down so you were on your back. You laughed at his antics but it was short lived as he gave you a kiss that made you see stars.

Once you separated, a silver line of saliva breaking your connection, a devilish smile took over your lips as he hovered above you with one of his own.

“I’ll hold you to it,” you said.

He laughed through his nose and shook his head. You were a pain in the ass, yet here he was ready to devour you at any second.

Dabi licked his lips before lowering himself down your body.

“Now if you don’t mind,” he began. Your stomach erupted in butterflies as his eyes remained on your own. He slowly pulled your pants off you in waves and sent you a smirk that gave you goosebumps.

“I’m in the mood for something a little different.”

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

uh so for ur matchups i don’t really know how to do this but i’ll just tell you some things about me:

i’m 5’7

i’m a scorpio

my top kins are kageyama and tsukishima

i play lots of sports

i listen to music 24/7

i’m so lazy and it’s a problem

TRAUMA but it’s made me strong hehe

i’m an intp

i’m pretty strong and can fight back (but only if i have to because that shit is too much effort)

and yeah thank you :))

@m00nlightwrites

Romantic Matchup

Suna Rintarou

How Y’all Met

Oop

you had gotten into a fight 😬

And APPARENTLY suna had recorded the whole thing

You knew he recorded it

So when the principal called him into the office because he was a “witness” you panicked

Granted you didn’t know who he was

So for all you knew he was bout to snitch you out

But he didn’t

He simply said he had saw some commotion but was late for practice so he ignored it

Which effectively got you outta trouble

You had caught up with him to thank him for minding his business

And he simply said you could make it up to him with lunch

So you took him out for lunch and paid for it

You both actually had a really good time

So Y’all started to hang out all the time after that

Nothing big

Just little hang outs at the park or at your houses

Honestly there probably never was a established confession....

Until one day...

You heard someone talking shit bout our boy

So what did you do?

Beat their ass of course 🙄

And in the heat of the moment you accidentally said

“Don’t you ever talk about my bf again”

😳

Suna definitely teased you about it later

“Oho I didn’t know we were dating y/n

But deep inside he was happy

Honestly he’s been crushing on you for a while

And that’s basically how y’all became an official couple

What They Love About You

Gah

He loves how lazy you are

He honestly doesn’t see it as a problem

Cuz mf be lazy too

Y’all are lazy together 😴

He loves that you listen to music

Suna takes me as the kinda guy who always has a earphone in

And now he gives his other one to you

So you can listen to music together ❤️

Ok I’m sorry but...

Mf LIVES for your traumatic story’s

Not only does he find them entertaining

But he’s also very inspired by the fact that even though all that happened to you, your still strong and independent

Honestly he loves that you can defend yourself and your believes

He never ever has to worry about you

And it’s not because he doesn’t care

He knows you can hold your own and he respects that

Favorite Things To Do Together

Honestly he just likes to chill with you

Preferably indoors

Just like sitting on the bed or the couch and watching TikToks, Netflix, or YouTube

Omg he loves binging Netflix shows with you 👀

Or

He likes to play games with you

Bored games, card games, video games, you name it

Random Hc

He records every fight your in

One of those fight videos is his screensaver

Also he can always be heard cheering you on in the background...

“Beat her ass, beat her ass”

“Cmon baby show em who’s boss”

“Rock their shit babe”

10/10 we love the support here

Astrology

The Planets Mars and Pluto rule Scorpio, and the Planets Saturn and Uranus rule Aquarius.

Mars is a revolutionary, aggressive and spirited masculine energy, and Pluto enlightens these impulses and adds a rebirthing, cyclical quality.

Saturn is a cool, contained energy, and Uranus is about all things different and unusual.

Mars is emotional, reacting without thinking things through; such is the nature of Scorpio.

Saturn demands of Aquarius much hard work and discipline, while Uranus gives them that forward thinking mind.

A gentle Scorpio lover, careful not to tether an Aquarius in too tightly can teach their mate about a life based on emotional intuition, one that quiets the intellect sometimes in favor of physical sensation.

Understanding Aquarians can teach their serious Scorpio mates to calm down, to detach themselves from uncontrollable situations and to reevaluate their goals if they get off course.

Overall Aesthetic

Stylish Sloths 🦥

Songs

CYANIDE- Daniel Caesar

Small world- Mac Miller

Sunday morning- maroon 5

Sativa- Swae Lee