#TO FEATHERWEIGHT TIMES

[d0not-disturb]

YOU FUCKING FOLLOWED ME BACK???????? WTF/POS???????? IM COOL ENOUGH FOR YOU??? WHAO *EXPLODES*/POS

(THIS IS MORE OF A TELLING YOU THING THAT IM SHOKED/POS THAN AN ASK BUT AHHHH/POS)

POV:

✨Featherweight Grumbot pfp✨

[heycerulean]

that feeling when you consume one (1) piece of media and suddenly now you're Character Doing Thing for the rest of the day

[doctorsiren]

Okay chat here’s my Spotify wrapped

I find it funny that two of my top artists are The Same Artist

620 out of 621 of those streams for Stuck Inside happened in a single week, which was right before they stopped tracking for wrapped

[spectrology]

my trainer when I told him I wanted to go back 2 Muay Thai and fight: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[mattsstarlet]

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 — 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

innocent!reader sinfully gives herself to experienced!badboy!matt

warning: this prompt includes heavy themes of church/religion/god and a brief mention of purity ring. if you are uncomfortable please do not read.

contains: smut (p in v), unprotected sex (creampie), virginity loss, praise kink, corruption kink, innocent kink, manipulation, pet names, suggestive language.

note: inspired by this post.

“these are so pretty, angel, just like you.” matt praised, his fingers softly tracing the waistband of your delicate piece of fabric—white; symbolizing innocence and purity. he knew it was wrong; you were vulnerable and naive… but oh, how he loved taking advantage of that.

the man above the skies saw all of this as sin, but then why do matt’s words make you feel warm and fuzzy inside? none of these sentiments were brought up in ‘that little church school,’ as he likes to call it. your parents would be sick if they found out you were messing around with a boy. more so when that boy was currently in your bedroom, smirking down at you.

“i… it’s wrong,” you whimpered as his finger ran up your clothed heat, teasingly drawing circles on your sensitive bud. “i’ll get in big trouble,” you whispered, shivering once he pressed harder.

“but you’re so wet, doll. do y’wanna know what i think?” he whispered, tugging lightly on your earlobe as you nodded. “i think… my sweet girl wants to break a few rules tonight.” he hummed, pressing a featherweight kiss onto the soft skin of your neck.

matt smirked as you panted; you were so inexperienced and gullible—he couldn't believe how lucky he was. he began to pull down your lace material slowly, watching your pouty, flushed face for another expression. “just gonna make the aching feelin’ go away… i mean, isn’t that whatcha called for?”

all you could do was nod; he was right. you did call him over as soon as your parents left—leaving you home alone with the thought that you’d behave like the good girl they raised you to be. this was such a big slap in their face, but at the moment you weren’t thinking about your parents anymore; you weren’t thinking at all, as a matter of fact—but matt, being his cocky self, was going to have a great time reminding you of it all.

the sound of his belt clinking undone brought you back, noticing that your panties were disregarded besides your left hand, the shiny silver ring you wore on your ring finger gleamed underneath the light. matt freed his bulge, veiny and lengthy, with a pinkish tip that was covered in tiny beads of precum.

your smooth thighs rubbed together as he pumped himself, lathering his precum from the tip to his base. his blue eyes flickered towards you, humming as your innocent gaze widened—you were like a porcelain doll. pretty. delicate. one little touch and you're broken. matt wanted to break you.

he hovered back over you, spreading open your thighs to lay between them, holding himself with one hand up as the other caressed your cheek, leaning in to press a wet kiss onto your plumped lips. you tasted so good. angelic.

it was soft, yet passionate. he made sure to take every part of you in before pulling away to give you a lustful look. “so sweet… my sweet girl,” he muttered, moving down to kiss your neck.

you let out soft, desperate noises, squirming underneath him. “please,” you begged, bunching up the fluffy sheets into your fist.

“oh, now you wan’ it, huh?” he mocked softly, moving his hand away from your face onto the valley of your breasts, disappearing into your doll-like dress. he cupped your tit, slowly kneading the flesh as he teasingly ran his cock through your wet folds. “don’t worry, doll. gonna give it to ya. niice and slow.”

whine escaped your now smudged lips as he removed his hand from your chest. though a soft whimper followed right after as he held himself in his hands—his hungry gaze locking into your needy round eyes. “deep breaths, angel… gooood.” you squeezed your eyes shut as the pain indicated inside you; he was big and slightly thick—making you choke on your gasp.

matt groaned above you, shuddering as he felt your tight, spongy walls sheathing his cock. he rested his forehead against yours, panting while he let you adjust. “god, baby.”

as the burning sensation rippled through you, bubbles of tears pooled around the corner of your eyes. matt wiped them away, pressing lingering kisses onto your cheeks and pouty lips. “how’s my sweet angel doin’?”

“g-good,” you responded, whimpering as a sinful feeling of pleasure replaced the aching burn. “so good.”

“yeah? feels so good, huh?” he taunted, pulling down your dress to expose your perky breasts. he leaned down, taking one into his mouth as he jerked himself inside you, all while his dark eyes laid upon you.

his tongue swirled over your hardened nipple, making you arch your back further into him. he did the same to the next, pulling away with a ‘pop.’ “how will you explain this to the priest, doll?” he whispered lowly, his voice taunting and raspy.

your mouth hung low as your greedy pussy swallowed him whole, your fingernails scratching down his back. “f-faster, please.” You sobbed, bubbles of tears pooling around the brim of your eyes.

matt couldn’t help but grin as his hips snapped against yours, finding a suitable rhythm along the way, making you leave red crescent moon-like shapes into his skin. “my sweet girl likes it, doesn't she? such a perfect angel f’me,” he praised, his hot breath sending shivers down your back.

“mm-hm— nghhh— m-matt,” you whined, rolling your eyes back once his cock kissed your cervix. once again you arched into him, his hand moving underneath yours to pull your hair back—granting him access to your neck. he licked a stripe up your throat, making your cunt flutter around him.

“huge. you're so huge, matty… i—i” your puffy lips formed a silent ‘o’ shape as you felt a weird sensation building up in your lower belly. your big eyes found his, knitting your eyebrows as he offered you a lopsided smirk. “m—my tummy.”

he chuckled breathlessly, placing a wet kiss onto your collarbone. “feels weird, huh?” he panted, brushing the sweaty strands away from your forehead. “like—a tight knot?”

“aw, did they not teach you this in church school, my sweet angel?” he cooed, his thrusts becoming tiring and sloppy, your wet pussy not helping him in the slightest bit. he didn’t know what heaven felt like, but if he had to guess, he’d choose you as an example.

he leaned in, kissing you as he swirled his tongue with yours. the kiss became sloppy and messy, followed by a broken moan from your lips as he hit your g-spot, making your thighs tremble around his waist. spasming around his dick, matt followed right after, filling up your womb with hot white spurts of his cum.

matt rolled his hips against yours, riding out both of your guys’ highs until he slipped his cock out. you whined softly, feeling both empty and full as his cum began to drip out of your swollen folds.

he was tired, but he grinned anyway, rubbing your inner thighs. “look, baby… that’s us,” he muttered, picking up the mess you two created with his pointer finger and pumping it back in. “you love me, don’t you, sweet girl?” he whispered, his thumb gently grazing your bottom lip.

“i love you.” you mumbled, your eyes becoming too heavy to keep open. he had to bite back a smirk; he knew he had you wrapped around his finger, and he also knew it could end badly, but matt loved the power he held over you—almost as if he were a god.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

[pullupinarari]

Most ardently… yours truly [LH]

author’s note: digging the older requests on my inbox and bringing them to life. I hate how this turned out but anyway, thank you to the anon who requested this and I’m sorry for ruining it. Hope you can, somehow, enjoy this 🩷

warnings: this is just pure smut so, MINORS DON’T YALL EVEN THINK ABOUT IT ‼️ unprotected sex, edging, multiple rounds?, oral sex (f receiving), some dirty talk. Let me know if I’m missing something!

• masterlist

wc: 4858- english is not my first language! feedback is always appreciated

Limbs entangled, your bodies softly pressed together as another day rises. The sun softly peaks through the curtains, invading your bedroom as you slowly open your eyes. Leaning more into your husband’s chest, you feel him tightening his grip around your shape as he spoons you, closing any centimeter of distance there could be between you two. 

Lewis takes a deep breath, waking up from his slumber with the way you keep moving in front of him, trying your best to get closer and closer to him, as if you aren’t glued to each other already. The soft sheets warm your figures gently, making you feel protected and secluded in your little space - but your husband can’t help but focus on the way your hips keep moving against his own, now. 

It’s been a week since the last time that he got to touch you, a chaotic work schedule was to blame. But today is saturday, you are both free, planning on having a slow day, starting with a slow, caring morning in bed. 

His lips slowly reach the skin of your neck, leaving some warm, soft kisses on your favorite spot, as his hands threaten the hem of your shirt - that’s actually his, but he can’t stop admiring how it looks so much better when it’s adorning your body. 

A sweet hum leaves your lips, savouring the sweetness of his kisses as his fingers find your torso, roaming your body with featherweight touches, taking his time by touching you sensually slowly.

You smirk to yourself, feeling his bulge growing behind you while Lewis tries to connect your frames more and more - his actions silently encouraging you to continue to move your hips on him, hearing the low groans that escape his lips whenever your ass purposely grinds against his growing member a bit harder, in a deliberate teasingly movement. 

The longing that both of you feel can actually be perceived in the air: the thick, hot, desperate environment involving your brains, making your vision go blurry as one of your husband’s hand reaches for your right boob, massaging it with just the right amount of pressure and the right amount of gentleness - exactly the way you like it. 

- I miss you so much, love. One week without you is too long, already. - Lewis quietly whimpers in your ear, his voice sounding choked and low, like it’s a secret that only you can hear. 

The way he is now moving his hips in sync with yours, meeting your motions while his lips invest on landing open mouth kisses on your shoulder is enough to make your insides tingle, feeling yourself growing wetter and hotter by the second. 

Lewis’ calloused fingers are still exploring your skin, one hand still dedicated to your boob, softly pinching your nipple, while the other travels through your ribs, his digits reaching for the hem of your panties. 

He can’t stop himself now, and you don’t want him to stop. 

- Touch me Lew, please, I need you so badly, baby. - your voice encourages him, letting out a strangled moan as his index finger starts rubbing you incredibly slowly, through the fabric of your underwear. 

A hiss leaves his lips when he feels how warm and wet you are for him already, enhancing the way his erection keeps rubbing your backside nonstop. 

You don’t even need to ask him to touch you - he is desperate to do it. It really has been too long for the both of you, your bodies speaking for themselves with their reactions to your movements. 

Lewis really wants to take his time with you, and he hates when it seems like he is rushing things, but he desperately needs to be inside of you, he needs your warm sea to calm him down. While his fingers are still working on you, rubbing your folds and occasionally reaching for your pearl momentarily, your moans grew louder, feeling Lewis’ tongue drawing patterns on your neck. 

You look back at him, reaching to connect your lips for the first time this morning. The kiss is slow, but desperate, hungry for each other as the small, thoughtful actions are making you grow more needy, totally insufficient to how badly you need to feel the other. 

While your tongues fight a quiet, passionate fight, Lewis reaches to put your panties to the side, lifting your leg and resting it on his hip, so he can have some more access to your core.

Sucking on your bottom lip, your husband collects your wetness with the tip of his dick, making both of you moan in unison at the feeling. The way you grab the side of his face, pulling him for another kiss, lets him know that you are as desperate as he is, whimpering in his mouth as he finally slides into you, filling you up effortlessly. 

Lewis grunts at the sensation of finally diving into your ocean, letting out a breath that he didn’t notice that he was holding, his mind feeling cloudy due to the way you welcome him so lovingly. 

Hearing you moaning as he slowly starts thrusting into you, it’s enough to boost his ego, knowing exactly how to touch you, how to work your body until you’re at a loss for words. But right now, this isn’t about egos, it’s just about feeling as close to each other as possible, making love until both of you reach the peak of passion and pleasure. 

Holding you tighter in his arms, Lewis whimpers quietly in your ear, letting out some loose words about how you have the power to calm his fire, to extinguish the increasing boiling in his veins that appear when he is away from you. Only you have the ability to tame his arousal, soothing his desperation as soon as he gets to delve inside of you, exploring your warmth, savouring your juices - realizing, once again, how you were perfectly carved for him, you two fitting perfectly like a puzzle. 

- I missed this so much, Lew. God, you’re too good to me. - you confess, feeling him sucking some bruises on the sweet spot of your neck, one of his hands hugging your torso while the other safely holds your leg up. His thrusts are gentle, but he picks up the pace a bit more, touching the sweetest spot on your body with each movement.

It’s slow, thoughtful, but needy, like you have been starving for each other for the whole week. The way your figures are pressed together, only slightly distancing your hips when Lewis thrusts back into your centre, makes you feel like you are just one. 

Your husband lands loving kisses on your cheek, biting your earlobe gently as your hand reaches to caress his beard softly, feeling like you’re wrapped in a bubble of intimacy and craving.

The wind blowing through the open window, softly hitting your features, is the only thing waking you up from this dream, feeling so relaxed by the way Lewis touches you, knowing your body like the palm of his hand and treating you with all the care and attention in the world. 

Silence fills the room - the two of you focused on feeling instead of talking - except for the groans and moans leaving both of your lips, and the occasional sound coming from the movements of Lewis burying his cock in your juices, leaking out of your warm pussy already. 

No words can describe the way the two of you feel hot, your skin burning against each other, feeling like you could die in the ardent pleasure running through your veins as your husband speeds up his actions, feeling his climax approaching. 

Without a word, his index finger reaches to draw circles on your clit, massaging you with your own juices that are drenching both you and him by now. 

It seems like torture how it feels so good to be filled so perfectly by the man that you love, and hearing him moaning and groaning in your ear as he buries his head on the crook of you neck, nipping at your thin skin to the point of making goosebumps appear. 

Your lips connect again in a passionate kiss, allowing your tongues to slowly dance together as you moan into each other’s mouths, the pleasure building up between your bodies being way too strong to handle. 

Your own bubble starts to form in your stomach, and the way you two are so close to your orgasm makes you see stars, trying your hardest to chase your highs as you so urgently need it. 

Lewis’ thrusts grow sloppier, shutting his eyes close as he focuses on the pleasure of being inside of you, feeling your walls wrapping around him so hungrily, hugging his dick anxiously, encouraging him to reach his peak.

And he is so, so close - almost there. He can feel it creeping through his body, needing just a bit more to reach his release, and when Lewis tries to speed his movements even more, you are startled by the sound of the doorbell ringing. 

- Fuck! - a gasp leaves your mouth before your husband interrupts you. - Ignore it baby, please ignore it. Please, no one’s at the door, just focus on me, please. - he begs you, kissing your cheek to regain your attention. 

Sighing, you try to push him away gently from your body. 

- No, Lew, it’s not a ‘nobody’, it’s your mum! Shit, we completely forgot that she was coming over! - you groan, trying to brush his lips off of you. 

He tries his best to wrap his arms tighter around your body, hoping you won’t leave him like this now. 

- No, no, please love, I just need a little more. Please, just a few more seconds. - he pleads, looking at you with desperate eyes as you shake your head at his words.  - No baby, we can’t. Your mum is waiting at the door and we still have to clean up, we can’t welcome her like this! And we need to hurry before she suspects anything. - you turn to look him in the eyes now, pecking his lips quickly before removing yourself from the position you were in, getting up from the bed and putting on some shorts.

Lewis lets out an annoyed grunt, feeling defeated. 

- Suspect what? That her 39 year-old son has sex with his wife? That’s shocking. - he ironizes, putting a pillow over his face now. 

Even while feeling irritated yourself from having your moment interrupted, you allow a chuckle to leave your lips, reaching for Lewis’ side of the bed, removing the pillow from his face, admiring his features. 

- I’ll make it up to you after dinner. - you whisper into his lips, kissing him once again. You see the way his eyes grow with hope, reaching to kiss you one more time before you distance yourself.  - Don’t forget what you’re promising! - he says louder as you’re about to leave your room.  - Oh trust me, I won’t. - you wink at him. - Now get up, I’m going to open the door. 

Lewis sighs loudly once again, looking down at his state, silently complaining about his mum having the worst timing ever, not even believing that he has to spend the rest of the day dealing with his blue balls. 

And for a majority of the time, your husband really acts quieter than usual, almost sulking like a child when you don’t let him play with his favorite toy while having lunch. 

He covers his attitude with simple excuses. “I’m just tired, mum”, “I didn’t sleep very well last night”, when, in fact, the man is just trying to deal with the pain surrounding his member and the uncomfortable sensations creeping through his body, not allowing him to pay attention to anything else. 

Lewis keeps checking the time, feeling like the clock is ticking slower than usual, like the hours aren’t passing by. He absolutely loves his mum, but today he is eager to have the entire house for the two of you, finally having a day where you’re both off work, yearning to spend it with his wife. 

He can’t help but admire you in every single thing you do, analyzing every small movement of your body, his mind playing tricks on him as he almost feels like he can taste you through his eyes. 

The man is growing desperate, feeling like he could even cry from distress, trying his best to distract himself from the signs that his body keeps giving him, but nothing works. You are the only thing that can help his state now. 

Slowly but surely, the day comes to an end, and after dinner, his mum leaves. Lewis is so eager to feel his hands roaming your figure again, that as soon as you close the front door, he is picking you up, pushing your back against the door. 

His mouth immediately meets yours in a hungry kiss, allowing you to reciprocate the neediness that emanates from your body as well. 

- Remember what you promised? - your husband asks cockily, biting your bottom lip as he carries you to the living room. 

With a sly chuckle, you reply.

- I do, yes. Are you forgetting that you're not the only one that didn't get to finish? - you say softly, hinting how badly you need him too.  - Oh, don’t worry, baby girl. I plan on making up to you as well. - a devilish grin plays on his features before he lays your body on the sofa, feeling way too impatient to carry you back to bed - capable of taking you anywhere now.

In a matter of seconds, he is pulling your shirt above your head, distancing his body from yours so he can appreciate your bare torso for a minute. The curve of your hips, how your breasts are on perfect display for him, illuminated by the chandelier that seems like it was carefully positioned just to make you look even more like a Greek goddess in his eyes. 

Your gazes meet for a second, and you smirk at your other half. 

- What are you waiting for, love? Come have me, you deserve it. You were such a patient good boy, today. - your words are sultry, knowing how they make Lewis’ head spin. 

The way he bites his lip, before attaching his mouth to one of your nipples, is enough for you to know that he plans on devouring you for the rest of the night, stealing your whole peace of mind for hours on end. 

Your hand immediately wraps around his braids while he sucks on your boob, his hand massaging the other so you can feel all his attention and devotion on your body. His tongue lazily laps at your nipple while he looks you in the eye, making you feel flustered - feeling your cheeks grow red now. 

- Oh, baby girl is feeling shy now? After telling me all about how I deserve to have you? - he teases, his eyes darkening at the way you slightly roll your eyes at his questions. 

You throw your head back with a moan as your husband gently bites your nipple, forgetting about the slow, soft sex that you were having in the morning. The wait, the desperation, has made his most carnal side show up as soon as he had the chance to touch you again, and now he won’t be sweet, he won’t be gentle - he just wants to chase his high, and to endure an incredible amount of pleasure on your body. Reaching for the hem of your shorts, he pulls them down together with your panties. Pulling you by the legs to the edge of the sofa, the man drops to his knees in front of you, leaving open mouth, wet kisses on the inside of your tights, his lips reaching your pussy - that keeps growing needier and needier for his attention. 

Without warning, he licks a long stripe along your folds, making a shiver run up your spine, bucking your hips slightly at the sensation. 

- Sweet as always… I think you taste even sweeter now that I’ve had to wait all day to taste you. - he hums while the tips of his fingers gently come in contact with your cunt, his touch feeling so light, ghosting over your skin. - Did you miss it, baby? Did you miss my touch? Did you miss the way my tongue devours you? Hm? Did you, love? - Lewis asks, looking up at you as his tongue dives on your pussy again, encouraging you to speak in between the pleasure that he is making run through your blood. - Ye- Yes. God, yes! I missed it so much, I couldn’t wait to feel you again, Lew. - you reply, panting slightly as you feel your husband’s tongue starting to lap at your clit, changing its direction from time to time, alternating his attention between your pearl and your entrance. 

He can’t help but groan at the way he got you: moaning and panting, eyes fluttering shut, bucking your hips to meet his mouth while you bury your nails into his braids. 

Lewis wraps his hands around your hips, holding you down so you can submit to his touch, his mouth never leaving your centre as his lips and beard add more friction to his movements. 

To tell the truth, you too spent the entire day feeling incredibly turned on, your first moment of the morning next to your husband kept replaying in your mind, forcing you to cross your legs most of the time, daydreaming about having him all to yourself again.  

So now, feeling his mouth working on you in such a slow, provocative manner, the tip of his tongue hitting your clit over and over again, is enough for you to feel like you could cum anytime now - teetering on the edge of the bubble that’s slowly forming on your lower stomach.

Hearing your moans, groans, pants while you grab his hair, your eyes rolling to the back of your head while your other hand is buried into the sofa cushion, sends Lewis to the verge of his ego. Kissing your pearl as if he was kissing your mouth, he speaks between kisses.

- Losing all control just over my tongue, baby girl? You’re so needy… You really suffered from all those hours without feeling me, didn’t you? - his middle finger slowly touches your entrance, teasing your body even more. - Thank God I’m here now, right? - you nod your head anxiously at his question. 

Smirking at the sight of you losing your mind over the way his lips keep sucking on your bundle of nerves in between his words, his middle finger threatening to enter you at any moment now, he decides to keep up his speech.

- I’m here and I’m going to make up for all those hours, baby girl. You just continue to give yourself to me, so I can take care of you. You know I’m the only one that can make you feel like this, right? - his words are calm, carefully punctuated as his soft tone delves into your brain.  - Yes baby, I know. Only you can make me feel this good. - you reply, taking a deep breath while looking down at your husband, seeing how he looks back at you with fire and adoration mixing in his eyes. - That’s right, precious. I’m the only one for you, and you’re the only one for me. Only mine. - possessiveness emanates from his figure, taking care of his mind as he leans on your core again, only for you to feel him writing his name on your pussy, letter by letter, the tip of his tongue making you sense every line of every letter of his name, applying pressure on your folds, on your clit, as if to engrave his name forever on your centre.  - Tell me stop, love. Tell me. I know you don’t want me to. - the man cockily says, noticing how you just manage to get a choked cry from your lips. 

Your entire body feels like it’s on fire as Lewis delves back into your folds, completely devouring you now, picking up speed with his tongue as he laps at your pearl, bullying it until you are squirming under his touch. 

Your moans had been silenced a while ago, muting your own sounds when noticing the effervescent feeling of the bubble in your stomach that’s so close to bursting, trying your best to focus on your body, running after your own orgasm. 

But, just a second before you hit your climax, Lewis removes his mouth from you, leaving you dumbfounded and with no reaction, shocked at his behavior. His lips just immediately collapse onto yours as his tongue invades your mouth, letting you taste yourself. 

His hands roam your figure whilst a heated makeout session takes place, distancing his lips from yours only to look you dead in the eyes.

- You’re only cumming with me inside of you. - your husband lets you know, making you nod as your hands move on their own to reach for the hem of his shorts, trying to pull them down. 

You already know that you’re in for a treat. Whenever you two are left alone with your intimacy, you can feel who you are in the middle of the honest rawness surrounding your bodies. It’s shameless, a married couple that trusts each other to death, that knows the other’s preferences, that loves the feeling of being wrapped around each other’s fingers, the string of pleasure connecting your souls, your highs. 

Forbidden words leave your mouth whenever you act like you have no shame, ready to give in to your husband’s pleasure. But tonight, Lewis is the one that’s dedicated to give his all to you. 

Pulling down his shorts and boxers, he shamelessly pumps himself for a minute, putting on a show for your eyes. Biting his own lip, throwing his head back as his hand wraps his dick tighter, hissing at the feeling he is giving himself. 

Your brain is moving at a thousand miles now, still trying to recover from your (almost) climax, your body making sense of the mix of sensations that you are feeling now. The sight of Lewis pleasuring himself in front of you leaves you speechless, feeling your own juices dripping out of you at this point, your own arousal growing by the second, desperate to be filled by him again. 

And while not knowing what to say, you just let out a whine - a needy, dragged one, catching his attention. Your man smirks at your sound, raising an eyebrow while locking eyes with you. 

- What do you need, princess? Let me hear you. - he says innocently, while still putting on an erotic show for you to watch. 

Sucking on your own finger, you finally speak up. 

- I need to feel you, Lew. - your whines grow louder, while your hand slowly snakes through your body, reaching to caress your own clit seductively, for your husband to see. 

Lewis is afraid that he won’t handle it if he continues touching himself at this pace, but the view of your fingers massaging your clit is driving him crazy, alongside the provocative moans that you are giving him. 

Towering over you again, he brushes your hand away from your body, wanting to be the only one who gets to touch you, to pleasure you. 

Your husband connects your lips again, kissing you in a mixture of hunger and passion, slowly thrusting into you for the second time today. Your hand wraps around the back of his neck, bringing him closer to you as you softly gasp into his mouth, your tongues playing with each other.

Lewis doesn’t move for a minute, taking a moment to just feel how deep he is inside of you, how warm and wet you always feel for him, how he feels at peace when he feels the comfort of being wrapped by you. 

That’s enough to calm him down, his hand caressing your cheek sweetly as he looks into your eyes, smiling softly at his wife before kissing you again. 

He starts thrusting into you slowly, helping you wrap your legs around his waist, whimpering when you pull on his braids slightly, the feeling of him stretching you being way too good. 

It’s liberating, the way your mouths move in sync, feeling your hips meeting as Lewis wraps his arms around your figure, hugging his wife, feeling incapable of not kissing you, finding himself in the sweetness of your lips, in the warmth erupting between your figures. 

- God, I love you. So, so much. - you confess, declaring your love for your husband while gasping for air, feeling enticed by the way he keeps slowly touching every inch of your insides, feeling every detail of his dick on your walls.  - I am dedicated to loving you, my baby. I’m yours, forever yours, only yours. - There it is: Lewis’ romantic side, the one that just wants to make love to his wife, slowly moving inside of you while listening to your sweet sounds.

Your nails gently graze his back, your fingers travelling through his biceps, feeling his muscles tensing while he speeds up his thrusts. His lips travel from your lips to the front of your neck, trailing his path through every curve of your skin, travelling to your collarbone, shoulder, chest. 

Despite the calmness surrounding the two of you, there’s still a desperation hitting the back of your brains, reminding you of how needy you are to finally reach your climaxes. 

You become more touchy, holding Lewis closer to you, moaning lightly in his ear as he sucks the skin of your neck, licking the soft bruises that he leaves behind. But he feels it too: the way your walls grip him from time to time, knowing that he needs to get rid of the tension creeping through your bodies during the entire day.

His hands are magnetized to your waist, picking up the pace of his thrusting, hitting your g-spot with each movement of his cock inside of you. The sound of your skin clapping, mixed with the melody of him drowning in your juices fills the room, leaving little space for the panting sounds that leave both of your mouths now. 

You stopped counting the time ages ago, feeling each moment vibrating on your skin as Lewis does things to you that every woman dreams of. Your sweaty bodies glued together as you share heavy breaths, moans and groans that escape your lips as you focus on the feeling of his entire dick being buried inside of you.

And Lewis can’t stop his brain from feeling dizzy because of the way you feel so sweet for him. He could never put into words how much he loves being incredibly deep inside of you, the feeling of his cock easily slipping inside of you like it’s nothing, how your walls clench around him when his thumb travels between your figures to start drawing figures on your pearl, encouraging you to reach your peak. 

- That’s right baby, focus on me, focus on the pleasure I’m giving you. You drive me insane, baby, you’re so sweet. My sweet, sweet wife. - he praises you, whispering in your ear before biting your earlobe, feeding himself off of your desperate sounds, your nails now trailing their way down his back as he keeps hitting your favorite spots. 

And it’s all too much to bear: Lewis’ words, his hot kisses marking your skin, his thumb bullying your clit as his thrusts keep making you see stars - and recalling the previous events, only makes the bubble in your stomach burst faster, letting out a strangled moan as you hit your climax. 

The view in front of your husband makes him teeter on the edge of his own orgasm, helping you ride out your high while reaching his own, and the throbbing of your walls around him sends him over the edge.

With one final swift move, he can finally relax as he cums for the first time today - breathing heavily while ducking his head on the crook of your neck, milking his orgasm inside of you to the last drop, kissing your cheek lovingly as you caress his scalp. 

You’re both worn out, exhausted after holding the need for each other inside for so long. Panting in sync, fingers lightly brushing as your husband reaches for your hand, caressing your knuckles while looking at your features.

You give him a soft smile, feeling how your eyes are starting to feel heavy when the wave of pleasure washes over you. 

- That was definitely worth the wait. - you giggle softly, seeing how Lewis gives you a wide smile, blushing slightly at your words. 

But he can’t help but agree with you. No matter how long he has to wait, this will always be the best part of it all: the time you spend together, with no worries, no time, no rushes. Just you and him. And it’s always worth it, feeling like he keeps falling in love more and more every day with his perfect, sweet wife. 

[lemon-boy-stan]

Genshin men as your husband's and boyfriends and telling them "fuck you"

Smutty. Featuring: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli, Wriothesley. Warnings: swearing, knife play, mentions of breeding, use of handcuffs, monster fucking. A/N: I am a big believer of Wrio using cuffs.

DILUC

"Yeah?!" Diluc yelled back. "YEAH!" you screamed, "fuck you, Ragnivdr!" Diluc went quiet for a moment, making you freeze. His eyes flashed bright red as he rolled his tongue across the inside of his left cheek. "Fuck me, huh?" You bit your lower lip. "Master Diluc..." But he wasn't having any of it today. "I was just trying. To keep you safe. And you're using such vile language on me, hmm?"

"Master Diluc, please, I -" He cut you off, "You will stay home, and you won't be going on this commission." You opened your mouth again, "but-" his eyes flared once more and you shut it. "You are staying home. And perhaps, after today, you'll have another reason to stay home, hmm? Watch your language, darling, our future children can't hear you say such foul things."

KAEYA

"Oh, fuck you, Alberich!" You made your way for the door before shrieking, Kaeya's hand gripping your wrist so tight that his fingers left little half-moon marks on your skin, and you knew he was angry. "Fuck me, huh?" He whispered the words in your ears, biting the tip of it, making you arch your back. "How about I fuck you?"

Kaeya unsheathed his sword, pressing the cool metal on the skin under your sundress. You moaned softly, throwing your head back, backing up against the closed door of his office. "Kaeya," you moaned, making him smirk. "Please."

CHILDE

"FUCK YOU, AJAX!" Tartaglia laughed loudly, wringing his hands. "Fuck me? Aren't you normally the one screaming that in this relationship?" You ignored him, "shut up. You're so annoying, you got us lost, you-" his lips crashed on yours. "Be quiet, Comrade. Or we're going to be found."

You moaned softly into his lips, feeling his hard-on against the soft material of your dress. You whined, "fuck me please, Tartaglia." He cackled lowly into the kiss, "mm, that's what I thought." Sliding his pants down, pushing you into the tree behind you.

ZHONGLI

"What did you just say to me?" Zhongli's eyes flashed golden. You bit your lip, whispering, "I - I said f - fuck you." Zhongli snarled, and you could've sworn there was smoke coming from his nose and suddenly he was in front of you, towering over you, gripping your waist harder than usual. You looked down and gasped, staring at his now black and golden arms and hands.

"M-Morax," you mumbled. Zhongli snarled again, pressing into you, biting your neck harshly, making you squeal loudly. "You'll be punished for that, my little Qingxing."

WRIOTHESLEY

"Don't tell me to shut up!" Wriothesley roared. You screamed back at him, "I'll do whatever I please! And not only am I going to say "shut up", I'm going to say fuck you, too, Mr. Perfect Duke!" Wriothesley growled and you shrieked loudly as he picked you up with his big, strong hands, lifting you as if you were a featherweight.

Wriothesley bent you over his desk, grabbing both your arms behind your back and slapping his handcuffs on your wrists, the metal making your toes curl. You could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and his pants dropping to the floor. He chuckled softly, "do you want to think twice before saying such cruel things to me, my dear?"

First time writing for Wrio and Zhongli! Hope you like it, they both have a chokehold on me HAHAHA.

GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about eddie eating your pussy out, has you flat on the bed, his calloused hands spreading your cunt open. his tongue dips inside your hole, listening to your low groans and breathy whimpers, taking note of how you stiffen when he takes your cock into his mouth, suckling on the engorged thing, how you tremble.

it's a type of pleasure you can't explain. the feeling of his beard and his mouth on your cock, fuck, you can't help but roll over yours onto his face... and eddie gets an idea. he taps your hip and, though flustered with a pretty blush across his face, asks you to sit on his face.

through some shuffling you end on eddie's face, grinding on it. you're careful not to lay your complete weight on him, even if he insists, begs, for you to do so. you silence him with the taste of your pussy, drooling into his mouth, tcock bumping against his nose as he all but eats you out.

it goes like that for a while, with eddie pliant underneath you, letting you grind against his face to your liking... until you give a sharp startled and aroused moan when the texture of his face and mouth change.

you gasp out venom's name when his tongue unfurls inside your cunt, easily prodding at your sweet spot; has you doubling over you. the symbiote's transformation was too quick for you to stop, but with how good his mouth feels, why would you ever think of stopping him?

venom growls out something unintelligible, claws grabbing onto your waist and easily forcing your weight onto him—which is featherweight for him. he grinds you onto his tongue, one of his fingers moving onto your cock and rubbing it, just like how he's seen eddie do to you several times. while he never understood the way humans mate, he finds he quite likes the sounds that slip from your mouth; but not as much as he likes the taste of your pussy.

your orgasm comes quicker than expected, and you're helpless to do anything but throw your head back and groan out some guttural variation of venom's name, clenching around his tongue. venom enjoys the treat you offer, eagerly licking up the excess slick that builds up, before taking out his tongue and flicking it over your sensitive cock that has you jerking your hips.

you're panting, supported only by venom's hands that keep you propped up. the symbiote licks his maw, chasing the aftertaste of your pussy, and in typical venom fashion, growls out in a pleased tone, "mm, boy pussy."

[dinodorks]

[ Argentinosaurus, a giant sauropod, illustrated by Chase Stone. ]

"Of all the animals ever to have roamed the planet, the iconic long-necked, long-tailed dinosaurs known as sauropods stand unrivaled. No other terrestrial creatures have come close to attaining their colossal sizes. They overshadowed all other dinosaurs, from the duck-billed hadrosaurs and the horned ceratopsians to the armored ankylosaurs and predatory tyrannosaurs. Even the mightiest land mammals—mammoths and rhinoceroslike beasts that were up to twice as heavy as the largest elephants alive today—were featherweights compared with the biggest sauropods. From an evolutionary perspective, this singularity makes sauropods an intriguing anomaly. Evolution is rampant with examples of convergence, in which the same feature evolves more than once independently in different groups of organisms. A classic example of convergence is powered flight—flapping wings evolved in birds, bats, pterosaurs and insects, but the particular bones or other structures making up the wings differ among the groups, attesting to their independent evolutionary origins. Convergence in evolution is very common even when it comes to complicated features: warm-bloodedness, eyes that can move and focus, bipedal locomotion, the loss of limbs, the use of tools, and live birth all evolved multiple times in different animal groups. Convergence is widespread in the plant kingdom as well: carnivorous plants evolved at least a dozen times, roots evolved more than once, and even arborescence—plants taking the form of trees—evolved more than once. With convergence so common in nature, sauropods' uniqueness in size is special in itself. No other land animal has approached even a third of the largest sauropods' weight. What makes sauropods stand out from the crowd, both literally and figuratively?"

Read more: "How Sauropod Dinosaurs Became the Biggest Land Animals Again and Again" by Michael D. D'Emic.

[i-hav3-no-name]

Content warnings: mature content, explicit sex, mirror sex(kinda), fem!vampire!reader, this is my first time writing and english isn’t my native tongue. please let me know if I have missed a warning.

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Jason could hear the rain drops hitting the window as he looked up to the goddess on top of him. She would be smiling innocently, if not for her fangs shining through. He slipped his gaze to the mirror on the ceiling, his bare body covering his sight. Truly not something he wanted to see. He would much rather the sight of her bare back covering his scarred chest.

“Come on now, don’t look like that.”

He turned his gaze back to her.

“‘m not-“

He forgot what he was trying to say, probably how to speak as well, when he saw her grin. Was it weird that he wanted her to suck all of his blood? She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his adam’s apple.

“I’m not blind Jason,” He could die again if she said his name like that again.

“You know I don’t like it when you look at yourself like that.” She moved her hands all over his body with featherweight touches. She had a frown on her lips though she definitely didn’t seem displeased.

She brought her lips down to his, locking him in a slow kiss. Her hands slipped down his happy trail and wrapped around his cock. He tried to get the kiss deeper to make sure he wouldn’t make a sound. She pulled back from the kiss as she stroked him.

“I want to hear you. I can’t do that if you’re going to hide behind my kisses. You aren’t going to stay quiet, right? No kisses for you if I can’t hear you.”

Jason had always felt powerless against her. How could he say no when she was pouting like that? He also very much wanted her kisses.

“I won’t- I won’t stay quiet. Kisses please?”

She smiled softly as she stroked his cock a few more times.

“I can’t refuse if you ask this nicely, can I?”

She pressed bunches of small kisses all over his face, shoulders, and chest. She specifically avoided his lips; she really wanted to hear him after all. Only a few grunts and gasps could be heard from him. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted but they would get there. She was stroking him pretty fast now. He clutched the sheets as his gaze turned to the mirror again. He had a thin layer of sweat covering his body. His face was almost as red as his helmet.

He was staring at himself as he suddenly felt a sharp nick on his shoulder. He couldn’t help the moan escaping his lips as he turned back to see her. She giggled at his reaction, though she also seemed a bit nervous.

“Sorry… Too much?”

He shook his head. Nothing she could do would be too much. He starved for her, whether it’s her sight or touch. He knew he was about to finish. He thought about holding himself, not finishing until he returned the favour but she didn’t really give him a choice. Her other hand playing with one of his nipples and her lips sucking hickeys on his throat erased whatever thought he was having.

He let out a whimper, the prettiest she had ever heard, and blew his load all over her hand. He really felt his face burn in shame this time. How was he supposed to return the favour if he couldn’t hold himself at all? He opened his mouth to apologise but couldn’t find the words. How was he supposed to think if his head went empty whenever he saw her?

She suddenly grabbed his chin and turned his face to the mirror. He let out another whimper at that.

“Look at yourself. Such a beautiful boy creating a beautiful mess of himself,”

This? Beautiful? He disagreed but she kissed him before he got the chance to speak.

“I love seeing you like this,”

She was just being cruel now. He felt her fangs sink into his neck and wrapped his arms around him. When she finally pulled back, he was feeling kind of hazy.

“I just wish I could show you how pretty you really are,”

She kissed his lips.

“I guess I’ll have to fuck you until you understand instead.”

[adrienneleclerc]

Do you think you can do a Carlos sainz jr imagine

Well YN is MMA fighter and I don't know they meet at one of her fights or at the gym however you want to put it I guess so yeah and I was the one who requested the Lewis Hamilton photographer one and I really liked that imagine in this very good so thank you very much xoxo 🇲🇽🫶🥰😘

Let’s see what I can do and I’m so glad you liked how the Lewis Hamilton imagine came out! I was a little worried there for a second

Love At First Fight

Pairing: Carlos Sainz Jr. x MMA fighter! Reader

Summary: Carlos meets Y/N at the gym and end up sparring together

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: I have the idea in my mind, I can see it happening, can I put it into words? Let’s see. Also, sorry if it’s too short but I think it turned out cute for the prompt. Anyway, MY FIRST CARLOS SAINZ IMAGINE

Now that is is summer break and Carlos has announced he was going to Williams, he decided to go boxing with his trainer at the gym.

“Hola Carlos, ready to begin your session?” His trainer, Emilio asked.

“Of course, let’s get started, cabrón.” Carlos said. Him and Emiliowere doing some basic punching combos, Carlos was practicing his footwork, when he saw a woman walk in and immediately started using a punching bag. Since carlos was distracted, Emilio hit him upside the head.

“Focus, man, i thought you wanted to box today.” Emilio said.

“I do but who is that?” Carlos asked.

“You’re kidding.” The trainer said looking at the woman and back at Carlos. “I think it’s better if you stick to dating models.”

“Her name, cabrón.” Carlos said,

“Her name is Y/N L/N, she is an MMA fighter, she’s the UFC Featherweight champion for 2023.” Emilio said.

“You think I can spar with her?” Carlos asked.

“Ha! I’d like to see you try. L/N!” Emilio shouted, Y/N turned around.

“Gutiérrez, you know better than to shift my name in a public gym, what’s up.” Y/N said, walking towards the two men, taking off her gloves.

“My client here wants to spar with you.” Emilio said.

“Carlos Sainz, nice to meet you.” Carlos said, extending his hand, Y/N shook his hand.

“Think you can go toe to toe with me, pretty boy?” Y/N asked, stepping closer to Carlos so their noses were almost touching.

“Why not? I’ll give you the first shot.” Carlos said, Y/N stepped back, releasing his hand.

“Haha, okay, You’re confident, let’s see how confident you are in the ring.” Y/N said, walking toward the boxing ring they had further into the gym. Carlos was in shock but Emilio pushed him to start walking, Y/N was already inside the ring.

“Alright, I got these two helmets because Y/N would probably kill you since you suck at blocking.” Emilio told Carlos and Y/N snickered. “Y/N blue, you red.” They put on their helmets and Y/N put in her mouth guard. Emilio helped Y/N and Carlos lace up their gloves. “Great, touch gloves, and spar.

Carlos severely underestimated how it would be like to spar Y/N. You know how people feel pretty stupid one they find out Formula 1 is a serious sport and that driving a kart at 300 kilometers an hour isn’t easy? Carlos is feeling really stupid for wanting to spar with a UFC featherweight champion when he only boxes every other week (probably). Y/N was obviously winning, at one point, Y/N was straddling Carlos and had his wrists pinned to the mat until Emilio called time. Carlos winked at Y/N before she got off him and helped him up.

“Gotta hand it to you, pretty boy, you did pretty well for an F1 driver.” Y/N said.

“You know who I am?” Carlos asked.

“Well i obviously had to google you after meeting you since you’re Emilio’s client.” Y/N said,

“Well since I already had you on top of me..” Carlos started and Y/N laughed “..do you want to get lunch right now? I’ll pay.”

“That sounds great, I’ll shower and change so we can go.” Y/N said,

The End

Hope y’all liked it!

[cowboys-only]

Season 6 Tournament(s) arc [aka if the writers knew how to have fun]

The team makes it into the Sekai Taikai same as before and is told they have 3 month to prepare

They are told 1 week after getting in that the tournament will be held in Barcelona, but are also told that the events will only be unveiled 2 weeks before the start

Daniel and Johnny meet up to talk schedules and training regimens and Johnny suggests something

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Johnny : You know how you’re a 2 time all valley champ

Daniel : yes? As are you?

Johnny : well I’m also a 1 time San Francisco Champion, a 1 time Sacramento champ, a 1 time (so on and so forth)

Daniel : !??!

Johnny : you really think Kreese didn’t have us decimating every tournament in the state (and a few in neighboring states)???

Daniel : I wasn’t aware there were other tournaments??

Johnny : well that’s stupid of you ANYWAYS what if instead of just regular training we put them through every tournament happening in the next 2.5 months (on top of regular training of course)

Daniel : that might just be the least crazy idea you’ve ever had

-

Que montage of the kids sleeping on busses as they travel to tournaments across the state, at rest stops buying snack, standing in the cold with duffel bags half asleep at like 2 am, someone screaming to pull over because they have to go to the bathroom, road trip stuff

And each tournament has different rules

One has no gender division, but does have a separation by weight (Bert featherweight champion lmfao)

One only does duo events

One only does skills and weapons

Just a bunch of different tournaments

We get a montage of every tournament happening and different people winning different fights

A little time lapse of the Miyagi-do trophy wall going from like 3 trophies (2 Daniel 1 Eli) to like 35 as they bring home more and more wins from more and more different events

We get to the point when it’s announced that only 6 can go and 2 ppl need to be selected as captains and everyone is 1,000% more chill about it because they all have a trophy by now

Miguel especially is way less snippy because he can wow Stanford with like 7 trophies instead of just 1 (he’s obviously still a little disappointed but that just how being a competitive athlete is)

They all go into the tournament way more confident

(Maybe Tory doesn’t switch sides because she also won quite a few fair and square and since her mom was feeling better she got to see her win. Still dies, but it’s less,,,,, sucky)

[mtchacffinz]

of the greed in spirit

prompt! Jing Yuan's a service dom (real) + what's he like in bed?

content! NSFW, pillow princess!reader, soft service dom! jing yuan, headcanons ahead, praise, face riding, c^m eating, mentioned sq^rting, p^ssy drunk

note! [opens curtains] slutting this general out (im kidding) im rambling here, so its a bulleted fic 🩷 enjoy my thoughts!! i have so much to say..

With him, you dont need to say nothing. Unless it's the first time Jing Yuan's been with you on the sheets, he's the type to retain minor details on how you like your things through clothings, and even your preferred fancy interiors of different wares. Having said that, he definitely knows how to keep you going.

Foreplay is important. Heck, Jing Yuan does it so well you'd think it's the main course! Unknowingly, he'd approach you slowly— enticing you with his sweet coos and hums right next to your ear. Jing Yuan's big palms travel to your hips, you gulp almost nervously. His hands are tracing circles on your back. Jing Yuan's touches are featherweight, it feels agonizing, electric.

"Everything alright?" He's a little cruel. After subtly riling you up, he's going to ask for your welfare. That doesn't matter. What happens is, no matter how you reply, you always find yourself under his figure.

Jing Yuan's charm is in his subtleness. His presence may be grand, but those small antics he does greatly helps with his lovely expressions. The way he nibbles on your neck while you entangle your hands on his grey hair, when he gives you the sweetest kisses on your knuckles everytime you reach over to him, nuzzling deeper into your palm there right after.. you can tell the general just thrives on pleasing you.

You noticed he barely pays attention to his needs as well. He's so busy eating your cunt out you could only imagine how suffocating it is to have his erection confined in his pants. The thing is, Jing Yuan doesn't even mind. His cock can twitch and leak precum all it wants, the general's grip on your thighs were still firm, unrelenting.

You'd squirm and whimper, god he loves hearing you when you do. He'd reward you with praises that even if you just finished, your sex would just twitch in anticipation. Maybe if you soil his fingers with your juices, he'd even put up a show for you eating his fingers out clean.

If there's something he's not willing to do in bed, that would be hurting you. As soon as there's even a hint of discomfort in your side, Jing Yuan would immediately halt any activity to see your condition. Despite being a general, usually known for his accomplishments in a very stern and relentless environment, his eyes could get so soft. It never fails to melt your heart everytime he looks at you with those saffron optics. You can't help but reach over to his frame and shower his face with butterfly kisses.

Jing Yuan doesn't say it, but he doesn't need to verbalize it when he's basically grabbing onto the plush your ass when you sit down on his face. He loves it when you sit. Even when he's gasping for air, especially when he's gasping for air— he'd be holding onto you for dear life like your his life line. Something about you riding yourself senseless on his nose while his tongue's chasing after those sensitive nerves on your slit has his dick twitching. As soon as he hears you utter the words "Lay down" from those pretty lips of yours, he wastes no time ♡

Another thing is when you cum so hard you twitch and lag into his arms. Gripping the sheets, eyes decorated with dried tears, a broken moan breaking out of your throat.. it's like a celestial noise no one can recreate but you.

He's fond of giving. Shen it's his time to be receiving, his demeanor doesn't change much. He's still gentle, guiding you to what he wants. You absolutely love how he communicates. Jing Yuan asks for requests with term of endearments and pairs with with handful of praises. Maybe this is why you try your best when you service him? After all, he does so well with your body, its only fair you'd return his diligence, right?

When he moans, Jing Yuan doesn't whimper, no. He groans deep. Sometimes he'd attempt to curb it, but after finding out that it actually gets you off— he can't help but let it out once and a while. He'd be putting away stray hair strands from your face when his cock is deep all the way to your throat, trying your best to take it in.

As soon as theres that knot below his stomach, waiting to snap, you always insist on taking it from your mouth. You love it when he breaks in you, broken moans intensifying just as he grips your head down his crotch. When he finally catches his breath after moments of breathlessness, Jing Yuan makes sure you're okay, profusely apologizing.

He understands you get tired, so he always prepare something for you after every session with him. He views this time with you as intimate, sacred of heart. There'd be scents you'd like around the room, may it be incense or candles, sometimes he'd even massage any muscles you find sore or tired. But often times, you'd just want him to clean you up and stroke your head while cuddling him up— just listening to his heart beat accompanied by the calming rise and fall of his chest.

so how was it? (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ i saw this man right up my alley and went "oh no" cus i know I'm gonna write atleast ONE thing about him!

[theanticool]

So you watched #PaulTyson, saw Amanda Serrano vs Katie Taylor, and now you want to watch more women's boxing? Here's a quick guide!

I have been beating the drum of women's boxing for over a decade at this point, so I feel uniquely qualified to help people who might want to get deeper into their women's boxing bag. So here are a handful of fights to help you jump into the sport!

(I've kept it to recent examples because these fighters are still active)

Katie Taylor vs Amanda Serrano 1 - April 30, 2022

I'm sure most people who saw Taylor-Serrano 2 on the undercard of the Mike Tyson-Jake Paul card did not get to see the first fight. And they should. The 2nd fight picked up right where the first one left off, with these two getting in the phonebooth and getting to work at a torrent pace. Absolutely fantastic fight. Worthy of the Fight of the Year honors it got from Sports Illustrated. Was lucky enough to be there in person and it is one of my favorite memories as a combat sports fan.

2. Claressa Shields vs Savannah Marshall - October 15, 2022

If there is any woman who has claim to the title of best ever outside of Katie Taylor and Amanda Serrano, it is the 'GWOAT' Claressa Shields. She is a 5 division champion who was also the undisputed champion at 154lbs. She's a two time Olympic gold medalist, winning her first one at the age of 16 year old. And through her pro and amateur career, only one woman had ever beat her (on the amateur circuit) - knockout artist Savannah Marshall. Marshall has a claim to being the biggest puncher women's boxing has ever seen and has a style unlike any ever seen in women's pro boxing. So a professional meeting between the two was always going to make for a fun clash.

3. Alycia Baumgardner vs Mikaela Mayer - October 15, 2022

Of the fights on the list, this is probably the least exciting but it carried significant weight and I still found it incredibly entertaining. Mayer is a former Olympian who was on her way to unifying all the belts at 130lbs to become undisputed champion. She had marched her way through the pros, earning a 17-0 record at the time and taking out former champions like Maïva Hamadouche, Erica Farias, and Jennifer Han. Alycia Baumgardner was not that. She was a pro boxer who was in the wilds, trying to cut her teeth at a time when no American promoter was investing in women's boxing. It wasn't until Matchroom (UK promotion) gave her a shot against a different super featherweight champion Terri Harper did Baumgardner finally breakthrough, knocking the champ out in an upset victory. That set these two on a collision course for unification

4. Gabriela Fundora vs Celeste Alaniz - November 2, 2024

This one is a little different. It was less a great, competitive fight than the ascension of the next great women's boxer. Gabriela Fundora comes from a boxing family. Her brother Sebastian is a world champion up at 154lbs. So her winning a world title at only 22 years old isn't too crazy. But fighting for the undisputed (all four belts) kind of is. Celeste Alaniz is a fellow young up and coming boxer who had just knocked off former two division champion and Olympic bronze medalist Marlen Esparza. The fight between these two was fun, while it lasted. Keep an eye out on the winner here. They're going places. Like the top of the P4P list.

5. Yesica Nery Plata vs Kim Clavel - January 13, 2023

Felt wrong not putting any Mexican boxers on this one so I'm going with the light flyweight champion, Yesica Nery Plata. At 30-2, Plata has built up an impressive run as a pro. She is the WBA and WBC light flyweight champion. Sadly, the fight I most want to see from her is a rematch with Kenia Enriquez and with Enriquez up a weight class, that ship has sailed. That said, would love to see her in there with a Yokasta Valle.

[pvnks0ul]

ENCORE

❥ riri w. x fem!reader

sypnosis: riri makes a habit of taking care of you after...♡

⚠︎: gentle!dom!riri + sub!reader, implied rough se✘, aftercare so soft smut basically, readers a little bit of a brat, masochist!reader with a not so sadist riri

Riris bent over you, using all her might to not lean too much of her weight on you, too busy numbing your slightly overstimulated mind with her sweet kisses, taking the taboo away that she hardly had time to think about how sweaty she'd gotten herself.

She holds your face in one hand, thumb hitting the perfect spots against the soft skin under your eye so well that you're actively sighing out in content with how fragile she was treating you compared to earlier. Her other hand repeats the action but on your twitching inner thigh.

Riri sometimes thinks she goes a little overboard considering the amount of attention you required when the funs all over. She likes pleasing you most, more than almost anything, but can't help but to feel a twinge of guilt pinging at her heart for the state it leaves you in; completely fucked out to where you dont even respond to certain questions, like you got lost on your way down from your high.

But she doesn't second think it when you need to be talked down, apologizing for what she said while in the moment so you know she didn't completely mean it.

Truthfully, you didn't like feeling lost, but Riris voice was like a silk rope guiding you back to your messy room and there was nothing more calming then her arms caging you tight, her lips pressing against yours as she muttered varieties of how, "We're done now, ma.", "You did good for me, baby.", "Take your time.." in between the short lasting kisses.

It takes you nothing but a few golden minutes to get your head in the right state. When you're back up she's usually interrupted by a laugh or soft giggle, like it was routine, Riri scoffs but smiles so tightly it wasn't possible to hide.

Somewhere between the blurred lines Riri'd gotten up to get two bottles of water and mildly warm compress of a towel to clean you up.

She lets you guide her hand so she's not pressing too hard, just gently swiping until the area was clean. Riri turns her head in your direction, looking down on you admirably while you focused on cautiously cleaning yourself.

Your face was cutely frowned up as you sleepily petted riris hand between your legs. You wipe around your clit purposely avoiding the lower before pushing her hand away.

Riri moves her hand per your request but she knows that you're not done. You lay all the way back, yawning an trying to pull the blanket over your body.

"Now, hold on." Riri snatches it out of your hand without any strain.

You grumble and peek an eye open at her. She sighs, you could barely open your eyes and yet your attitude never seemed to waver.

She puts the messy rag down, reaching for the damp towel, "You can chill..I'll just do it myself."

You shrug, legs twitching as you tried to spread them wider, "Ma, I got it." she reassures with a chuckle, putting them to rest comfortably.

Ri bites down on her lip when your whimper meets her ears, she doesn't say anything though, continuing the soft presses at your inner thighs, skipping your flower because of how sensitive it must've been.

She'd have to soak you later, almost everywhere between your thighs was heated. Riri coos when she's gotten it all, now she just had to worry about the compress for your hole, she glances down at it from her hunched angle before her eyes flicker back to your peaceful demeanor.

You breathe out loudly, a sign that your patience was running thin. Riri hooks her hand around your thigh– or as much as she could, kneading the skin with her thumb as a nice distraction while she touched around your hole with a folded end of the gray towelette.

Her touch is merely featherweight as she tried to get all she could, but even that seemed to trigger you. You flinch at every little dab, not only sensitive but feeling a bit pf pain aswell.

"Ri–!" You jolt to grab at her arm, preventing her from continuing the irritating movements.

"Alright, Alright." she releases your thigh and grabs your hand, lifting it to her lips for a peck before rubbing over the skin. Your lips purse, "It hurts.." voice breaking but not yet crying.

She perks the towel inbetween your legs before maneuvering them around it, "We can let this rest here then...I'll get it later."

After a few hours, when it's starting to get late, Riri tries again and luckily it goes over smoothly. She didnt want to press you but sleeping in a bed of sweat and bodily fluids was gonna eat at her the longer she sat.

She ran a bath, something to soak you in while she stripped all the comforters off the bed for the night. Riri joined the nice vanilla scented bath when everything was off to the side, finally feeling satisfied.

You lean against her breast, taking her arms to wrap them around yourself, feening for her to comfort you. You yawn again, louder and more obnoxiously but Riris laugh was even more obnoxious.

You reach for her loofah, deciding to bite your tongue at her mocking and instead clean her up with the little energy you had left, starting with her arms, then shoulders, whatever you could reach.

Riri breathes through her nose, starting to get relaxed herself. You smirk, mind wandering as it tickled the back pf your neck. It immediately lit a raunchy fire in you again. Of course you were too tired for anything now, but the thought was nice.

You put all your weight on her, closing your eyes while coddling her arm, "You should fuck me in here, baby."

🏷️: @s0lam33y @blushyrawrz @shurislover @ririshotgf @fentibeauty

a/n: why this kinda seem like something that wouldve been on sex sent me to the er🙂

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have youe evr read FeatherWeight..???? its such an AU its by DoctorSiren

Have I read featherweight.

Have I.

Read.

Featherweight

That fanfic altered chemicals in my brain

That fanfic made me an artist

That fanfic made me obsessed with grumbot

That fanfic inspired my human grumbot au

That fanfic made me a better writer

That fanfic helped me get through 2020 and 2021

That fanfic quite literally changed me as a person

That fanfic

Is my favorite fanfic of all time

I like so many things because of featherweight

I waited months for each chapter and every time it was worth it

My persona is based off of doctorsiren

Doctorsiren literally made a silly little fanfic that changed 11 year old me’s mind

So yeah I’ve read it