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Netflix Trip by AJR really hit different
Why should Mammon and Simeon be the only ones with spicy shower cards, hm?
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“You’re lovely,” you say.
“No,” I reply.
“Yes. You are,” you argue.
It is a half-hearted argument to you. A game. It is all fun and games. Until someone gets hurt. Until you realize someone was already hurt. LOng before the game started. 100 million rounds ago.
I am not lovely. She is.
Yes. This girl you fall in love with. This girl who tells you that you are beautiful and somehow always knows the right things to say. No one ever asks her how she always knows just what to say, to mend a soul, to send your demons to sleep.
She is lovely. Isn't she.
This object of my creation. A beautiful girl thing isn't she. Most agree. You seem to agree. You see I’ve been doing this for a while. The trick is to get it just right. Just the right amount of flaw to make her loveable. Just little cute things.Quirks. You love her.
I am jealous of her, this girl I have created, from myself.
Selected the likable things, cut away everything else. Cut it away. Shoved the bloody, broken parts of me in a box, tucked out of sight. In a notebook under the mattress. In a box on the top shelf at the back of the closet. The thoughts under lock and key in my head. So you will never have to see these parts of me, at least when I am with you. Except thoughts aren't so easily locked away. Little things you say, small compliments, pick the lock on the door to these thoughts quite often. You catch glimpses of me then. That is not the girl you call lovely.
She is lovely. I know.
I've been doing this for a long time. Long enough to know how they like them. I character myself to every person I meet. Little things. I’ve got the formula down. I think. Just enough of yourself, but not too much. Too much and you've tipped your hand. They know you. Where to hurt you. You've lost the game. Bet you forgot this was a game. This is a game. And I am determined to win, with this lovely cater I have created, for myself, from myself.
She is lovely.
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helloo!! i have a request for subby miguel:
could you write a bratty sub miguel who the reader asks to top for the first time and he agrees because he’s not convinced that she can do it? so he keeps making all these snide remarks and tries super hard to maintain his composure while she’s slowly unraveling him and at the end he’s just like a broken whimpering mess for her 😍
anyways you’re one of my favorite blogs on here and i adore the way you write!! everytime i see your banners pop up i get so giddy lol i literally love your fics
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex
A/N: Aw thank you, love!!!
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He's confused, a little bit delirious too.
Usually, you're so tired. You're naturally a sleepy person, needing a nap after doing a handful of tasks that aren't exactly complex to begin with. He suspects that's the reason why he's usually on top of you, plowing his cock into you while you just need to lay there and take it. But even then you whimper out your tiredness. Sniffing into his neck how the force of his thrusts and the position he's forcing you into are making your thighs hurt. Mewling out how it's too much after both of you orgasm the first time that night.
So when you bat your pretty eyes at him and ask for his permission to let you bounce on his dick, he can't help but laugh. It's not supposed to be an entirely mean laugh, but he can see the furrow of your brow as you pout at him. Of course he agrees, chuckling to himself knowing that after a few thrusts you'll get too tired to lift yourself off his fat cock, mewling for him to help you until he's got you laying flat on the bed and feeding your poor pussy the dick it so desperately wants. And you're starting to prove him right.
His hands rest behind his head, preventing him from helping you as he watches you. Your own hands are flat on his chest, your mouth open with whimpers as you lift yourself off and on his dick. He can hear the wet squelches of your cunt, groaning occasionally when you roll your hips. But the quick pace you had before is slowly dying down, barely pulling yourself off his dick before sinking back down. He smirks at you, slowly pulling his hands from behind his head with a chuckle.
"It's okay, mi vida." He begins, "I'll help you, poor baby."
But before he can plant his hands on your hips, you shift. You let out a low moan as you drag your hands further down his chest, planting them on the hard ridges of his abs. You fix your position, sitting straighter and spreading your legs wider around his thighs. Miguel opens his mouth, only to be cut off when you begin vigorously impaling yourself on his dick. Your pace is faster than when you started, and you mumble out small whimpers of 'please' every time you take him to the hilt. You're completely consumed in your own pleasure to realize that Miguel's eyes are rolling back and he's fisting the sheets. His hips are desperately meeting yours, his back arching as your puffy walls clench tight around his cock. The forceful slaps of skin do nothing to drown out his moans and whimpered curses.
His mind is getting foggier with each thrust, his cock twitching against your tight walls as a burning feeling forms in his stomach. It explodes right after yours, a high pitch keen leaving your mouth as your walls milk him. He grits out a curse as you continue bouncing on his cock despite your orgasm and his, begging him for more and more. You don't seem even remotely tired or show any signs of stopping.
He's getting a little scared that you'll fuck him into oblivion.
me when the boyfriend asmr guy lowers his voice and says something along the lines of, “oh no the closet is locked, guess we have to spend the night in the closet!”
If my heart was paper, I'd fold it // Throw it to the wind and hope it ends up with you
Love this song from the Vamps. The lyrics are so beautiful and honest, and Brad's voice absolutely shines.