#anon… kissing the top of your head for this

[cicobuffs]

NSFW preacher's son Art? 🙏

anon i got u ill try my best TRUST, putting nsfw under the cut :)

MINORS DNI

cw: fem!reader, inexperienced!art, always assume protected piv, oral (f receiving)

preachers son!art is severely inexperienced which i feel like you could gather just from my other posts about him. i think the most he's gotten in the past was mildly feeling one of his high school girlfriends up on the couch at a basement party patrick had dragged him to in high school. i say mildly because said girlfriend had grabbed his hands to bring them to her breasts when they were kissing and it lasted .2 seconds before art got overwhelmed with inherent catholic guilt and said he had to go to the bathroom (he waited in patrick's car until he came back). through that and through his upbringing, sex is something that he was taught that is only supposed to be between a married couple and it would take a bit for him to actually come to terms that he won't be "damned to hell".

with that being said when he sits you down and tells you that he wants to go a bit further in your relationship (took you a minute to understand what he was saying btw before it clicked that he was talking about sex), you were a little apprehensive yourself. but he is insanely reassuring that he wants to and not that he feels like he has to.

art is a very quick learner to say the absolute least, tell him or show him that you like the way that he's moving his hips or fingers and he is committing that to memory: a little save for later file in his brain. one thing i forget to mention about preachers son! art is that he is essentially a D1 people pleaser (undefeated) and that very much extends to how he is in the bedroom, he 100% aims to please.

he is far more of a giver rather than a receiver like i cannot make that any clearer. he could get off, and he has, just from being between your legs, thighs clenching around his head while he's bucking his hips into the mattress. he probably tasted you for the first time, one fat lick through your folds, and you saw his eyes roll to the back of his head. one of the things that really gets him going are the little noises and moans that he can pull out of you just from his mouth.

he's big on seeing your face when you're fucking, he likes seeing the little faces you make when you sink down on his cock and how your mouth opens to make a noise that doesn't fully come out. with that, he loves when you're on top. really he overall likes when you kind of take the reins period: tugging on his hair when he's going down on you with "yes" 's and "right there" 's, telling him where to touch you, taking his hands to bring them to your waist.

art moans and i mean moans: its to a degree where it's almost pornographic and that's what makes you want to jump his bones even more because he is just so unaware of how good he sounds.

[dear-aubade]

first of all I love your writing style 💔

second: can you make a drabble where Joel comforts reader during her cold or any kind of sickness, maybe even usual stomachache aand then they have soft cute gentle xex, and he whispers praises to her, soothing all of her aches, lyyy

- 🐿️

Awwe thank you for the kind words anon, I’m glad you like my work! Here you go!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You try to hide your sickness from Joel because you don’t want to stress him out. It doesn’t work.

Notes: Sick fic, praise kink, soft!dom!joel, sub!reader, sick!reader, reader is in her head a lot, unprotected p in v, reader is very much Joel’s baby, READER IS NOT PREGNANT SHE’S JUST NAUSEOUS

It was normal for you to be reserved. A little quieter than most, a little more soft. Joel knew you better than anybody, and he could tell when you’d slipped into your daydreams, just needing a few moments to drift off within your own head.

But this…this was different.

The day had started off as usual. You and Joel woke up together tangled in blankets, his strong arms holding you close. But the moment you blinked your bleary eyes awake you gave him a swift kiss and mumbled, “M’gonna go shower” before leaving him alone in bed.

Things only got stranger from there. That afternoon Joel was scheduled to leave for a short patrol with Tommy—lately there had been more Clicker sightings, so he and his brother had increased the amount of rotations needed per day. Joel didn’t want to leave you alone when he suspected something was wrong, but it was necessary for him to go if they wanted to keep Jackson a safe haven.

Normally when he was about to leave you’d get all teary-eyed and try to get as many kisses from him as you could before he took off. This time, however, you gave him a short smile and kissed his cheek. “I’ll see you when you get back.”

That sent Joel’s suspicion through the roof. He had studied your face, searching for any indication there might be something off. Your eyes were a little droopy, but he also knew that the night before you’d been up late with him reading to you…

“Is everything okay, baby?” he had asked softly.

Something flickered in your eyes and a little v appeared between your brow as it creased in confusion. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know, I’m just a little worried about you.”

At that, you gave him an innocent smile. “I’m just tired, Joel. I’m okay.” You stood on your tiptoes to press your lips to his in a soft peck. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Against his better judgement, he’d left. But that didn’t stop him from worrying about you all throughout patrol.

You felt absolutely awful.

In the morning you’d woken with quite possibly the worst stomach ache you’d ever experienced. You thought a shower might make you feel better, that your body was just disagreeing with something you’d eaten the day before.

It got worse. It seemed that anything you did made the nausea flare up. All you wanted to do was be Joel’s princess for the day, to whine until he took you in his arms and hushed your cries with sweet words and sweeter kisses.

But he had patrol that day, and you didn’t want him to worry. You weren’t supposed to make him worry, you were supposed to be his good girl. You didn’t want him distracted—you knew he’d been stressed about the increased Clicker sightings and you didn’t want to add more to the burden he was already carrying.

And so you stayed silent about it. You smiled at him and sent him on his way, and finally, finally when you were alone, you snuggled up back in bed.

You were freezing. Even with the thick blankets piled on top of you, you still were shivering, and your stomach ache stayed constant. Even your mind began to fuzz to the point where you didn’t know how long it had been since Joel left. You stopped caring about the need to pretend everything was fine—you just wanted him.

You weren’t in the living room when Joel got back. Normally you’d be there waiting since it was the closest comfy place to the door, so the moment you heard the door open you could run and embrace him in a flurry of kisses.

But you weren’t there.

“Baby?” he called out, shutting the door behind him.

No response.

He frowned and took his shoes off, then shed his thick snow jacket and gloves. Beneath he was just wearing dark-washed jeans and his signature flannel.

In your room, all Joel saw was a lump beneath the thick gray comforter. “Darlin’?” Joel crossed the room and knelt beside the bed. Were you asleep? Did—

“Joel?” Your voice was strained, small. You rolled over and Joel’s stomach sank. Your eyes were hazy, your cheeks slightly flushed. Had you been crying?

“Sweetheart,” he whispered. “What’s wrong?”

He cupped your cheek and your bottom lip quivered for a moment before you burst into tears.

“Oh, baby.” He promptly stood and got into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. You were so much smaller than him, so easy to pick up and hold against him. “I gotcha. Shh,” he soothed.

You cried quietly into his chest as you clung to him while he smoothed back your hair and pressed gentle kisses to your head. His words were soft murmurs.

“It’s okay darlin’, I’m here now. S’alright….deep breaths sweetheart, can you do that for me? Can you—oh, good girl. That’s it, just keep taking deep breaths for me…”

Eventually your sobs quieted, though a tear still fell down your cheek every now and then. After a few more minutes of holding you, Joel spoke again.

“What’s wrong, honey?” he prompted. “Can you tell me what happened?”

You sniffled. “Just….” Your brow creased. “Jus’ don’t feel good.”

Joel hummed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t want you to worry.” Your bottom lip trembled. “I didn’t want—“

“Hey, don’t start again,” he cooed softly, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “You don’t ever have to think that ever again, you hear? I like worrying about you. You’re my baby, ‘s my job to take care of you.”

He saw your reaction to that—lips parting, brows relaxing, eyes going a little doe like.

“You like hearin’ me say that?” he murmured, thumb gently caressing your cheekbone, catching another stray tear. “Like that I take care of you?”

You nodded, eyes big and wide.

Joel kissed your forehead. “You need me to distract you a little bit baby? Make all the bad feelings go away for awhile?”

“Mhmm.” Your little voice was breathless.

Joel chuckled. “Alright honey. You just keep laying there n’ lookin’ pretty—don’t gotta do any of the work.”

Your head had been fuzzy before because of the sickness, but it was nothing compared to now. When Joel talked to you like this, held you like this…it made everything around him grow foggy.

He slid his hand beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and his index finger started to tease your bud over your panties. You squirmed.

“Wigglin’ already baby? I haven’t even done anything yet.” You could hear the smile in Joel’s voice.

His fingers slid past your underwear to dip into your wetness. You whined and tucked your face into the crook of his neck, embarrassed at how slippery you were already.

Joel chuckled and held you tighter. “It’s okay, sweet girl. Nothing wrong with bein’ ready.”

You whimpered as his fingers circled the outside of your entrance. You shook your head at his teasing. “Want your cock,” you whined so sweetly in his ear. “I can take it, promise….just want you to make it all better.”

“Awe baby,” Joel crooned, pressing another kiss to your hair. “Okay. Just give me a sec…”

He shifted to pull down his pants and boxers and toss them to the side. He was already hard against your hip. Laying side-by-side, your chest to his, Joel slid his length past your folds.

Oh….you could have sworn you forgot about your aches and pains right in that moment. He made you feel so full. He was so big, so thick and warm….you could feel him all the way up in your tummy.

Joel let out a sigh that bordered on a groan. “You’re so perfect, sweetheart. So good…”

He started to rock his hips gently and you whimpered, burying your face into his chest.

He chuckled. “So shy, baby. That’s okay, you just sit there…don’t gotta worry about a single thing.”

One of your legs hooked over his hip as his pace sped up and you clung to him the whole way through. You felt so…so…oh, you feel him dragging along your walls so nicely. You were absolute putty in his arms—Joel always made you feel that way, always gave you such big feelings it made you feel too small to hold them all.

“So good, baby,” he cooed. “Such a good girl, taking me so well…just lay there and let me fill you up—oh, you’re so tight around me princess…”

You could feel it then, that big feeling. The one that made you whimper and whine, trying to hide your face more than it already was. “Joel…”

“It’s okay, just let it happen.” His pelvis was rubbing against your bundle of nerves oh so nicely it made you dizzy. “Let me feel you finish on my cock, darlin’, you’re so good for me, so good…”

Every coo and murmur only brought you higher. You let out another high-pitched whine as the feeling started to become too much, too tight too hot too everything, oh you were right there, you…

You cried out as you reached your peak and then fell over the edge. Joel held you the whole way through as you clenched around him and he spilled inside of you, murmuring praises the whole time.

“Good girl, good girl….my pretty baby, you’re doing so well, taking my cock in that pretty pussy of yours….that’s it sweetheart…”

He rocked his hips gently to help bring you down from your high, slowly decreasing his pace until he came to an eventual stop.

He held you in his arms, your body against his. You hummed contentedly and nuzzled at his neck.

Joel smiled. “Feel better, sweet girl?”

“Mmm.”

Joel chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He kissed your forehead. “Why don’t we get in the bath for a bit to clean up, and then I’ll make you some soup? Nothing that will be too harsh on your stomach.”

You blinked drowsily and nodded. “Mhmm. I’d like that.”

Yes, you’d like that very much indeed.

[sea-lanterns]

*rises from the depths of hell in an extremely gay way*

Being in a poly relationship with Chiori and Chevreuse!!! (because I have two hands and two holes)

Going out eating with your two girlfriends and getting pampered by them 🥺🥺🥺 like Chiori helping you get ready so you don't look horrible on your dinner date and then Chevy occasionally sharing her food with you, and at one point you end up unintentionally reenacting that Lady and the tramp scene where you accidentally end up kissing each other by eating the same spaghetti noodle??

And if you were being too bratty you would end up getting handcuffed by Chevy and then pounded by her strap-on while Chiori fingers you 😵‍💫 (I just know her finger game is heavenly) and you can hear the cuffs jingling while your gfs wreck you 😳

(Idk if Chevy would top, this just popped into my mind and it wouldn't leave)

- 🐊 anon, who has lived another day and will make it everyone's problem

CW: Poly relationship, pyro strap one, fingering, slight spanking, threesome

A poly relationship with Chiori and Chevreuse is very interesting. You have your very sharp tongued, quick witted girlfriend Chiori, and you have your equally as strict, but still a bit lenient girlfriend Chevreuse who treats the two of you as her ladies and considers herself the “gentlewoman” of the relationship. Nevertheless, both are the doms when it comes to you, with Chevreuse more focused on bringing you pleasure while Chiori is more focused on actually punishing you for what you did.

What exactly did you do? No idea. Only Chiori really knows tbh, as she’s the one blindfolding you in one of her satin fabrics and making you gag on Chevreuse’s strap. You’re drooling over Chevy’s warm, pyro-infused toy but unable to pull away as Chiori pushes your head down to continue bobbing your head. Chevreuse is extremely turned on, watching as you are situated in between her legs and trying so hard not to choke, all the while Chiori fingers your cute pussy and occasionally gives your clit a small spank.

Sex aside though, I think Chiori and Chevreuse would be quite the fun girlfriends to have. Chiori wears panties and Chevreuse wears boxers, so I think it would be fun if after waking up from a long night of sex, you grab the first underwear you see and it’s either Chiori or Chevreuse. They both silently compete with each other to see whose underwear you grab in the morning, playfully chastising each other when you pick the one that belongs to them.

Also Chiori and Chevreuse are heavily protective over you. They most definitely have body slammed someone or threw someone out the window for you, and even though Chevreuse is a law enforcer whose job is to restrict violence, she lets whatever Chiori does slide. It’s to protect you after all, Chevy would shoot someone in the face for you 😅

[rabbidbunwy]

Cuddles with Leon (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

Contents: Leon x Anon! reader-cuddle-teasing-lots n' lots of cuddles cheesy

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s: i'm back baby,my life it's just full and not free plus i'm lacking with writing idea so i will post less,so sorry (」°ﾛ°)｣

i love my cop man (⸝⸝ ˊᗜˋ⸝⸝ ) 💕

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight @galaxylover46

Leon held you close, his body practically on top of you as he cuddled you on his couch. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck—taking a deep breath in. You smelled so good. Just like he liked.

He was a heavy weight, but you didn’t seem too bothered by his bulk. He wrapped his arms around you. “I’m too heavy… I could crush you.” Leon mumbled into your skin. His lips brushed the flesh ever so slightly, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“But you’re not complaining” Leon pointed out with a subtle tease.

"i don't want to complain..." you replied,your fingers idly playing with the tips of his soft locks. The strands felt like silk between your fingers. Leon melted into your touch immediately,his entire body relxing into yours.

His arms wrapped around you tighter,pulling you impossibly closer into his chest.Your entire body was now pressed against him,your head tucked neatly into his upper torso,his face still buried into your neck.

"I could stay like this forever." Leon mumbled against your skin,his breath warm and pleasant.He slowly inhales again,taking in your delectable scent,He's so close to you now,and you fit into his body so perfectly.

He starts to nuzzle his way down your neck-his soft dumb lips gently pressing against each and every inch of your skin.He slowly and lovingly kisses at your flesh,taking the time to show how much he needed you.Wanted you.How much he missed you.

He can't get enough of you.

[butterflywingswrites]

reposting all my anon fics in one place. enjoy 🤗

giving caitlin a massage on vacation part 2

unsurprisingly, caitlin was an amazing kisser. she kissed exactly the way you liked it. enough tongue that the kiss was wet and messy in a good way but not too much that it was sloppy or gross. the hand on your neck snaked into your hair to cradle the back of your head. the hand holding your hands down moved to your face. the kiss was slow and sweet but so so filthy in the best way. you pulled back and took in how beautiful she looked. her eyes were full of lust, her cheeks flushed, and her lips were wet from your kiss. she stroked your cheek with her thumb

“let me take care of you” you breathed out “let me make you feel good”

“fuck yes. please” you gave her another deep kiss before sitting up and taking your baggy t-shirt off. you don’t want anything getting in the way of this moment

“i’m gonna go slow so you can relax and take time to enjoy yourself” you gave her a quick peck on the lips before moving to her ear and whispering “and so i have more time to hear you scream” you slowly placed kisses down her neck, careful to avoid marks in case someone recognizes her at the hotel and a picture from vacation gets on the internet. you kissed from the side of her neck to the middle before starting down her chest. the soft moans and sweet whimpers returned. letting the intrusive thoughts win, you moved your head to her underwear waistline and licked from her bellybutton to the middle of her chest. she raised her eyebrows

“i didn’t realize you were an ab licker. you’re dirty as hell”

“if you don’t like anything i do, just tell me”

“i never said i didn’t like it” with that in mind, you licked all the way up her right thigh to the edge of her underwear. she made a noise of surprise, but not displeasure. you moved your head back down to her right knee and gave small light kisses up her thigh. her soft moans and sweet whimpers turned you on endlessly and only encouraged you to continue your teasing. once you got to the top of her thigh, you rubbed your nose against the wet spot (which definitely did get bigger) and licked it. caitlin groaned your name and you swore it was the most beautiful noise you’ve ever heard. it almost made you abandon your plan. almost

instead of eating her out like she wanted, you moved to caitlin’s left knee and started placing small light kisses up her left thigh. if she asked, you would’ve told her you did it to make the payoff better but, selfishly, you wanted to prolong the moment. you weren’t sure you were going to get to touch her again and you wanted to make this last as long as you could. you wanted her soft moans and sweet whimpers to go on as long as possible. when you got to the top of her thigh, you pulled your head fully away from her. she gave you a death stare until you hooked your fingers on the side of her underwear and pulled them off her body. you moved your head back between her legs

“you’re so wet” you teased “is this all for me?” caitlin whined out a yes and you finally put her out of her misery. you licked her pussy and she brought her hands to your head. she pulled on your hair and you yourself let out a moan. caitlin pulling your hair while you ate her out was something you fantasized about for years. it was unbelievable that this was actually happening. you started sucking on her clit and brought two fingers up to her mouth. she was certainly wet enough to take your fingers without it but you’ve wanted her to suck on your fingers forever. yes it was probably too much to have all of these fantasies about your friend but it’s not your fault! she’s too hot. it’s actually her fault you have all these dirty thoughts

as caitlin sucked on your fingers you determined that the fantasy could never live up to the real thing. you pulled your fingers out of her mouth and put them inside her. you curled your fingers up into her as you continued sucking on her clit. you tried to commit her pretty noises to memory as she came closer to orgasm. she groaned your name over and over. definitely the most beautiful noise you’ve ever heard. caitlin came on your fingers and you let her ride out her orgasm. you pulled your fingers out of her and put them in your mouth. she sat up on the bed as you wiped your face. you sat up next to her and smiled

“was that good for you? do you feel more relaxed now?”

“yes that was amazing. can you do something for me? it would really help me relax”

“yes whatever you want”

“let me make you cum” your jaw dropped open and you stuttered a bit

“i-i-i mean if it would help you relax then who would i be to tell you no?” you tried-and failed-to maintain your composure at the idea of caitlin touching you. you were already distractingly wet but just thinking about her touching you sent a new surge of wetness between your legs. she gave you a dirty smile, put her hands on your hips, and tugged at your sweats and underwear

“off” she commanded. awkward nerdy off court caitlin was gone and confident cocky on court caitlin had appeared. you lifted your hips so she could take your clothes off your body. wasting no time, she immediately put her head between your legs. your fingers gripped her hair as you fought the urge to tilt your head back and close your eyes. you wanted the visual of her eating you out seared into your mind in case this was a one time thing. she pulled her head back. her eyes were wide and doe-y and her entire face was wet. fuck

“you’re so wet. is this all for me?” she teased you with your own words and you were too desperate to be cute

“yes all for you. please keep going” smirking and satisfied with your answer, caitlin continued to eat you out. she was fucking relentless as she ate you out with an intensity you’ve only ever seen from her on the court. you tried to hold off your orgasm to savor the moment but she was too much for you

“i can feel you fighting. let go” you pulled her hair as you came all over her pretty face. she sat herself up in front of you and you stared at her in awe. she slowly wiped her face while never breaking eye contact. she brought her fingers between your legs and traced your pussy with them. you inhaled deeply as she brought them to her mouth

“you’re still wet” she said with a dirty smile “what do you want?”

“what do you mean?” maybe it was your post orgasm haze or maybe the question was actually unclear, but you didn’t understand what she was getting at

“i’m going to make you cum again. how do you want it?” any and every way she was willing to give it to you. but you couldn’t be greedy

“let me ride your thigh” years of seeing her gorgeous legs in shorts made the choice obvious. she moved to the headboard, sitting up with her legs spread. you threw your legs over her thigh and lowered yourself down. caitlin’s large hands grabbed your hips and guided you up and down her thigh. you were already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, you knew you weren’t going to last long. you stared at her face as you got yourself off on her thigh. she looked so pretty all fucked out and focused on your pleasure. she flexed her muscular thigh and the sensation went right to your clit. you moaned out her name pathetically

“that’s it baby. cum for me” with another flex of her thigh, you came again with a strangled moan of her name. caitlin giggled as you caught your breath. how can she always be cute and sexy at the same time? she moved her hands from your hips to your face. she sweetly stroked your cheeks with her thumbs

“now i feel relaxed”

[soopcak3]

Heyyy could i love your writing sm and i was wondering if you could maybe write some nam-gyu fluff maybe like thanos being interested in you but you kinda want nam-gyu and if you were on thanos’ team and like correcting him whenever he says nam-gyu’s name wrong😋💗

Thank youu and lots of love💕

I’m not the biggest Nam-gyu fan but I loved this concept sooo

Im surprised you remembered..

Nam-gyu x reader/fluff☁️

Summary: in anon’s ask

Warnings: none

Y/N should’ve just walked away when 230 approached her. She should’ve just ignored him, but the man he was with… he was too pretty to not stare. Thanos tilted his head with a smile, “distracted, senorita? I know.. I bet you didn’t think you’d be joining Thanos World today but, here you are!”

Y/N snapped out of her daze and faced him, “oh uhm.. no thanks I was just-“ “Nam-su.” Thanos said, gesturing to the pretty guy behind him. “It’s Nam-gyu.. actually.” The man said, presumably Nam-GYU. “Right, right.. anyway. See to it senorita is protected in the next game. Welcome to the Thanos world~” Thanos smiled, kissing Y/N on the hand.

She pulled her hand away, “I.. guess so? So which game would each of you wanna do?” Y/N asked, gesturing to Nam-gyu, Thanos, the edgy but cool girl, and this shy guy with her.

Y/N got stuck with Ddakji, she was always good at it as a kid and got it first try. Then there was Se-mi, you’d now learned her name, with flying stone. She did pretty well to say the least. Min-su with ggongi, and then Nam-gyu with spinning top.

Thanos erupted happily, “You got this Nam-su—!” “Nam-gyu.” Y/N interrupted, correcting him. Thanos looked confused as Nam-gyu looked over at her, seeming surprised, before throwing the spinning top perfectly first try! Finally there was Thanos with the jegi, it took him a few tries but eventually he got it.

As they went back to the sleeping space and y/n felt a tap on the shoulder, she turned around and blushed softly seeing Nam-gyu. “You remembered my name.. I’m surprised.” He said, seeming confused. She smiled awkwardly, “y-yea I.. guess I did hehe…”

“…thank you.” He said calmly. “What?” Y/N asked, confused.

“For remembering I guess.. he gets it wrong all the time and no one seems to care so— thanks.” Nam-gyu nodded, feeling somewhat bashful.

“Oh— oh! Yea.. you’re welcome.” She smiled gently. Nam-gyu stood there for a moment awkwardly, “for what it’s worth.. I will protect you for the next game.” He said, softly placing a hand on her shoulder. Y/N blushed profusely and nodded before walking off.

‘What an odd interaction..’ She thought, but that interaction hadn’t left her head all night.

[cafem3wcuryy]

౨ৎ ━━━ HURT

req from anon: I always see oikawa x reader and the reader is almost always slapping the poor boy 😭 imagine oikawa flinches as the reader does it too much or his exgirlfriens did it a lot and reader comforts him or maybe he break down 🤷🏽‍♀️🫠

━ character: oikawa tooru

━ sum: when a simple gesture can reveal so much about a person.

━ tw: established, relationship, mentions of violence, no pronouns used.

lowercase intended

m.list

it was another lazy day for you and tooru. tooru didn't have anything planned for today nor did he have anything planned for yesterday, leaving the two of you to finally be able to spend time with one another. you guys didn't have anything planned for the day due to tooru's request for the two of you stay in the comfort of your shared home.

it was almost nine pm, and the two of you were watching a romance movie. tooru had been fighting off his exhaustion, and every once in a while, you would catch him dozing off. smiling to yourself, you shook your head, deciding to let him doze off as you continued to watch the movie.

once the movie had finally ended, you looked over to your sleeping boyfriend who was sat back, with his fist holding up his head. shaking your head, questioning how he is able to sleep in such uncomfortable positions, you got up, standing in front of him.

softly shaking his body, he stirs, eyes slowly opening. as he began to gain consciousness, you stretched your arms out in front of you.

"holy-!" tooru's voice rose slightly in shock, as he put his arms out in front of him, his hands protecting his face.

jumping in place, you quickly turned around, thinking he flinched at something that was behind you. seeing nothing behind you, you looked at your boyfriend in disbelief.

"are you okay?" you asked him, in which he nods his head, his eyes slightly wide and his breath slightly uneven.

"i thought you were about to hit me." tooru responds, his voice slightly groggy. he sat up, running his hands over his face.

"what? tooru, why would i hit you?" you questioned him, eyes soft.

shaking his head, he stands up, kissing the top of your head. "sorry, i know you wouldn't. it was a reflex."

"did your ex-girlfriends hit you a lot or something?" you asked, looking up at him, with a frown.

"yes and no?" his tone unsure. "well i got hit a lot when i would fall asleep and they would get mad."

"jesus christ, tooru." you shook your head, softly tugging his arm to your shared bedroom as he followed. "thank god you aren't with them anymore. poor baby, i wouldn't dare hit you because you fell asleep because you work so hard. i wouldn't dare hit you. period."

tooru's eyes softened as you continued to ramble on all the way to the bedroom. you continued to ramble on as the two of you got into bed.

"baby, shh." tooru cut you off from your rant, bringing your body closer to his, his head on your chest. his body immediately relaxed as you started running your fingers through his brown locks. soon he was beginning to fall asleep.

"i love you, tooru. please don't ever think i would put my hands on you to harm you in anyway." you spoke softly. "i wouldn't hit you for being tired either, okay?"

"i know, baby. i was just caught off guard. i love you, so much." tooru sleepily spoke, his words slightly slurring. "i love you."

notes:

slightly proofread

i hope this was to ur liking anon 😭 requests are open!

[islandofthedollz]

JIMMY BUT HE'S FUCKING YOU UNTIL YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A DROOLING MESS AND YOU TELL TO STOP OR WAIT BUT JUST KEEPS GOING SO YOU GET MORE OVERSTIMULATED LIKEEEE -🎺 anon

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⁠❥TW: mean Jimmy, reader calls Jimmy daddy, overstimulation

⁠❥ Broo I got too carried away with this!!! lol ily 🎺 annon, bro I have to make a master list I think imma finish my inbox 1st maybe or maybe I’ll do it sooner and I’ll add a cute intro with my cute lil annons listed below!

It was the day that Jimmy finally came home. He was off on a haul for 6 months, and you were so happy for him that he finally got a job and he’s not in the wrong path but it meant that he had to be so far away from you. 

There was a knock on your door. You immediately ran to the door and looked at the mirror next to the door admiring yourself make sure you look amazing for him. You opened the door. “Jimmy.” You yelled. “ your finally here” you wrapped your arms around his semi muscular build. You feel his arms wrapped around you pulling you closer. “Missed me that much doll”. He said a smirk appearing on his face. You nod. You back away from the hug and you shared a chaste kiss on the doorstep.

He held your hand and guided you into your home. “I can’t believe you’re finally here”. You said. "Believe it, babe.” Jimmy said. “I’m all yours, for the next 6 months .” He laughed sheepishly. “We’ll make the most of it I promise”. You laughed. Jimmy placed his finger under your chin tilting your head up to look at him. You look at his lustful eyes. “Then prove it doll.”

You jumped into his arms Jimmy holds you tight. You pulled him closer, attaching your lips and walks towards the direction of the bedroom. 

"Someone’s a little excited.” Jimmy pulled away from the kiss to see you blush a little, whispering a hushed ‘Shut up’ before going back to pull him into a kiss again. You smiled brightly, so happy to have your love with you for a little while. 6 months was not a long amount of time. But you’ll make the most of it in more ways then one.

Jimmy placed you down on the floor He pushed you against the bed, gently, crawling on top like a hungry predator looking at you like your his next meal. Jimmy pulled off his and pulls off your top . Jimmy leaning into your neck and leaving his mark there. “I missed you babe,” He muttered, kissing your neck.

“I missed you, too Jimmy.” Your hand went to his cheek. Jimmy leans into your touch.

Jimmy’s hands found your skirt, tugging it down. “Sit up for a second doll.” He commanded, you, wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he reached behind you and unclasped your bra. “ I missed these…” He muttered as he threw the Lacey bra behind his shoulder. Jimmy smiled leaning down to kiss you, kneading your breasts in his large hands, before moving down to place rough kisses on them. “You weren’t being a little slut and touching your self while I was away.” He said , his hands finding your panties and pulling them back and letting them snap against your skin. You moaned out involuntarily.

"No Daddy I promised I never touched my self while you were gone.” Jimmy pulled your panties down to your ankles, and you kicked them off. 

“Doll turn around for me. I want to look at you for a bit before you do anything else.”

Shuddering at Jimmy’s orders, you get on the bed and you go on all four’s you arch your ass up in the air. You crossed your arms in front of you, resting your head on your forearms as you focused on steadying your breathing. Closing your eyes, you waited in anticipation of what Jimmy will do next.

His callous and rough hand brushed over your ass with, Jimmy’s palm gropes as much skin as he could before releasing his grip before doing it again. Jimmy’s hand remained on your rear, stroking here and there with his thumb, grazing over your cunt. You feel his finger lightly touching your pussy it makes you deepen your arch, presenting yourself and silently asking for more of his attention, the very thing you couldn’t seem to live without. “ baby didn’t your parents teach you patience. I just wanna look at you, so you stay there and be a good little girl for me yeah can you do that.”

You nodded, letting him do as he wished for however long he wanted. You felt lucky he had the decency to treat you like you were made out of glass a contrast of how he usually treats you. You’re thankful for his generosity compared to his usual grumpy self and easily angered. You start to move pushing your ass into his face.

“Already’ getting impatient sweetheart? Thought I taught you better than that.” His touch was constant, running lines up and down your cunt it made you wetter you just wanted to be touched by the man you missed and loved

“I just missed you, Daddy,” you replied , fighting the urge to grind your hips into his hand.

“I know you did, baby. Your pussy can’t last a day without needing somethin’ from me. Is that it? You want Daddy to give you some love, huh?” His fingers found your clit rubbing circles over the bundle and forcing a whine out of you.

“Please, please… daddy touch me more”.

Jimmy pulled away, you lift your head and looking back at him with a pout . Jimmy didn’t need say anything, he didn’t have to you knew that he didn’t have to. The nasty smirk on his face let you know that you weren’t running this show he is.

“Not so fast doll’. I need you to do something first.” Jimmy looked at you you see his eyes going down and gestured to the large bulge in his rough jeans, you get up and face him “You wanna be a good and make me feel good baby”.

You reach for Jimmy’s jeans, the workout metal of his belt buckle enticing you to unbuckle it. You place your hands his knees, your gentle touch danced over his thighs. Your fingers undid his belt you and threw it on the carpeted floor.

You blushed when you remembered how big and thick he really is. You feel him through his underwear. You lean down and kissed his covered cock just the way Jimmy likes it. He loves it when you worship him like if he was your god.

You hear him groan. “You gonna keep teasing me? Or are you gonna show me how much you miss me?" His demands brought you back reality.

“Just wanted your cock a kiss, Daddy,” you smiled playfully, throwing him a cheeky smile. “Yeah doll ? Fuck you know how much I love it when you do that I love it more when you use that slutty little mouth of yours,” he leaned back he looked relaxed.

You playfully tugged on the waistband of his, pulling them down along with his jeans until they dropped to his knees. The length of his cock bobbed against his stomach, you wrapped your hands round him heat coursed through your body at the sight of him.

You kissed the tip of his cock, the taste of his pre cum you moan favoring the flavor. You start moving your head up and down his length. You hear Jimmy moan. You look up at him his head thrown in pleasure his cheeks dusted pink.

You move your mouth deeper into his cock you feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your head. Your hand to message his balls. The weight of him on your tongue was comforting, smiling to yourself as his salty flavor filled your taste.

“Perfect fuckingmouth. You missed having my cock in your mouth huh ?” You moaned around Jimmy in reply, you bucked your head faster over him. “Course you do. Trained your all slutty holes to take me so well made myself a perfect fuck doll.”

Jimmy’s words melted you, moving more insistently and adding your hands to the mix you speed up. Your hand over his length, your shared bedroom filled with the sounds of gagging and slurping. You wanted to be nasty when you sucked him off spitting on his cock just the way he liked, the way Jimmy taught you.

You had no thought you just wanted to pleasure him you enjoyed this, being at his mercy being good for him the best way you knew how.

“That’s it. Good fucking girl. You like using your mouth on Daddy? Getting me all messy?”

You pulled your head back and you maintain eye contact with him as you continued to stroke him with one hand covered in spit while you diverted your attention lower. You lean down again your tounge licking over his heavy balls, you fluttered your tongue over one of them, your pussy clenching around nothing at the grunt Jimmy unleashed deep within his chest.

You feel a salty taste fill your mouth. You remembered something that Jimmy like to see. You look at him you open your mouth. Giving Jimmy a good look at your cum covered mouth before you swallow. “Your such a good girl for daddy you earned a reward. Lay on the bed daddy wants a taste of his baby.

You lie on the bed. You feel the bed dip. You see Jimmy in between your legs as he lowers him self to your pussy. You feel Jimmy’s tounge as it flick at your clit, he looks up at you as you moaned out his name gently. Your eyes shut closed you moaned, bucking your hips towards his face. 

“Stop moving doll ,” He said against you, pressing down roughly on your hips. Jimmy sucks you harshly, as he made strokes your pussy with his tongue, your thighs cage around his head you pushed him further into your hands go to his hair and you firmly grasp his hair. You couldn’t help but utter his name in a sort of chant, his tongue against you bringing you into a daze.

“D-Daddy,” You breathed out, your back arching off the bed, feeling the fire in your lower abdomen. Jimmy keeping at his pace, bringing his hand to your mouth as his intense gazes looked at you sucking on his fingers. You feel his tounge leave your pussy and you felt his fingers inside of you, keeping a harsh pace as they entered and exited you.

You couldn’t help but moan out in surprise, your sensitivity very evident. “Daddy, what, what are you doing…” You tried to keep your voice stable, but it didn’t seem to be happening. “Shut up doll,” He said, “It’s alright. I got you.” He kissed your lips then, keeping his fingers scissoring you against your walls and ravishing in your wetness. “I’m just gonna make you feel good,” He said.

“That’s all, babe..” Your head fell against his shoulder as his other hand supported your back. Your thighs involuntarily closed around his hand, and he pushed you gently off his shoulder. “You gotta keep your legs open for me, baby girl.” He said. You moaned out and nodded, separating your legs and exposing more of yourself to him. “Daddy,” You breathed out, as he kept his pace going, his thumb rubbing against your clit adding to the pleasure.

The familiar feeling returned and you came all over his fingers, watching him smirk as he placed one in his mouth. “Fuck that was sexy” “Jimmy Fuck me please,” You muttered against his lips. “I’ve missed you…” He smiled.

Jimmy quickly gets on top of you. You blush at the sight of him. He lines up his cock with your wet entrance. “Daddy slow down” you beg “You can take it you’re a big girl”Jimmy snaps, as he grabs your wrists in his rough hand to pin them above your head. 

The change in angle gives him new leverage to sink his cock into the deepest parts of you making you see stars.

Your eyes roll back in your head.

Jimmy looks down between your joined bodies, he licks lips at the sight of you making an mess on his cock. Your cum connect to his skin every time he pulls back the sight alone could send him over the edge. “You’re so fuckin’ messy doll fucking nasty slut,” he growls, snapping his hips into you to pressing his cock against onto your cervix.

Your body jolts up at his cock but Jimmy doesn’t stop, instead your mouth falls open as your cunt begins to flutter around Jimmy once more, “Are you gonna cum?”

You nod desperately, “Please, daddy please stop to rough I can’t take it !”

Jimmy rolls his eyes at your needy pleads for more but still circles his hips to grind against your clit sending you over the edge for the. Your entire body trembles as you cum, back arching before you let out a moan. Jimmy doesn’t even catch on to what’s happening until you’re squirting around his cock, soaking his hips and thighs.

Jimmy groans as the force makes his cock leave it pussy. You’re squirming and your eyes watery falling on the pillow the bed sheets are ruined.

As he tries to sink his cock back inside you, your incessant wiggling makes it difficult. “Quit fuckin’ moving bitch!” he growls, harshly slapping your cheek. You whimper, you squeeze your thighs shut as you cunt clenches pathetically around nothing at the impact. Jimmy sighs in annoyance, finally releasing your wrists in favor instead he forces your thighs apart, putting you into a mating press. 

Jimmy rolls his hips, he forced his cock back into your tight cunt, he grunts. Your eyes tear up when he bumps against your clit, shake in his hold. There’s a mischievous smirk on Jimmy’s face as he thrusts harder into your cunt, only fucking you harder when he notices the little tears in your eyes as you stare up at him with big doe eyes. 

Despite the torment he puts your body in, you still stare up at him with love in your eyes. The sight of your big eyes looking at him as if he was your god makes his heart flutter.

Your body falls more limp, letting Jimmy pound into you how he wants.You are aware that he’s going to make you cum over and over again regardless of what you say or do Jimmy doesn’t care he likes seeing you come undone for him he likes it when your to dumb to speak.

He thinks you’re so cute, the way your teary eyes look at him begging for him to stop he knows it getting to much for you.

You arch your hips trying to meet his rough thrusts. You feel like you’re in heat trying to chase that orgasm. His uneven nails sink into your skin and you hiss at this feeling, your mouth is falling open. As you finally cum squirting all over him making a mess.

“You’re so fuckin’ filthy doll ,” Jimmy says his dull chocolate eyes, locked on to your messy cunt seeing how it disappears every thick inch of his cock, “I missed this”.

[iceman-kazansky]

Celebrations Together

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Requested by: Anon

Request: Can you write an Ayrton senna fic which they’re both teammates and it’s just fluff between them and they’re dating

Pairings: Ayrton Senna x F!driver reader

Warnings: Kissing, nothing much just fluff

Word count: 690

A/n: This is really similar to a part of the Seb fic I wrote haha. Anyways, first fic of the new year!! Hope you enjoy, anon. Also, I’m experimenting with replacing the gifs usually featured at the top of my works for pictures or moodboards :)

Taglist: None. If you'd like to be tagged in my works, either ask in the comments or fill out this form !! :)

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You were sweating hard, a sheen layer of moisture gathered on your brow beneath your balaclava and helmet and breath leaving you in low pants. The knowledge that each corner you took was bringing you closer to winning– to a championship– had you stressed yet excited. All you had to do was hold onto this position for a few more seconds–

Ahead, you could ses the chequered flag waving above the track barriers, white and black squares a blur. Your tires roared against the pavement, engine howling, wind rushing past you.

As you crossed the finish line in first place, you nearly burst with joy. Tears sprung to your eyes immediately.

The cool-down lap felt unreal. You were still in shock. Had you really just won a driver championship for yourself? The first woman in the sport to do so? As you pulled into the parc ferme, you scrambled out of your car in the Mclaren garage. A flash of a signature yellow helmet in your peripheral told you that Ayrton wasn’t far behind.

When you turned to look at him you shouted in joy and he was quick to join you. Together, you jumped around excitedly, his arms looped around your waist with your faces creased into broad smiles. You weren't sure which one of you did it but in a minute your lips were connected in a moment of pure joy.

“I did it!” You exclaimed, pulling away and voice bursting with delight, “I won!”

Ayrton had a wide smile present on his face. “You did it, meu amor!” He repeated, “Você é um campeão mundial!” [You are a world champion]

You smiled wider at his words. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Your team had gathered around you, cheers and the feeling of their congratulating shoulder pats overwhelming your system.

“Thank you guys,” you said, voice wobbly with emotion, “I mean it. I couldn't have done it without everyone.”

The Mclaren garage was teeming with bright joy. Smiles were present everywhere you looked. Everyone stood around, cheering for you. You, who had proven yourself to Mclaren and the world that you belonged here. You, who had proved that you were worthy of a seat and the investment. You, that had proved you could do everything male drivers could. You.

Eventually, you were forced to part with the team for the podium. You climbed the stairs to the walkway, waving to the crowd as you climbed onto your spot on the #1 spot. As you stood on display for the world to see, the booming sound of your national anthem began loudly in your ears, reminding you of your achievements. You were trying so hard to be strong, to not get emotional, but it was impossible. You had tears in your eyes as you stood with your face to the sky, letting your overwhelming joy smother you.

The champagne spray began shortly after the anthems had been played. Ayrton, who had secured himself a p2 popped open his bottle, the cork shooting off the top and white fizz running over his fingers like lava before he turned and began pelting you. Immediately, you turned your head away from the onslaught, fizz erupting from your own bottle as you directed your own defensive spray back at you. A wet splash against your back caused you to gasp, body tensing as a second spray of champagne hit you. As your bottles emptied, you laughed, the other podium members joining you.

Slowly, everyone filed off the balcony when the celebration came to an eventual end. After throwing a final wave to the crowd, Ayrton reached for your free hand tenderly as you walked off. “I love you, querida,” he murmured into your ear, pressing a kiss to your hair and squeezing your hand. “I could never be prouder of you.”

You smiled, turning to receive the kisses against your lips. The smile had scarcely disappeared from your face, and your cheeks were beginning to sting. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were beyond happy with your achievements, and Ayrton being by your side to celebrate them made it infinitely better.

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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐠��𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ || ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ || ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

[deonn-jaelle]

French lessons and Rough sessions

word count: 3,700

warnings‼️ : smut

pairing : boyfriend aurelien x black female reader

summary : aurelien has an interesting way to teach you to not be so stubborn

note: SURPRISE SHAWTAAAYYYYY. i wanted to write this as a thank you to everyone (including all my moots and aurelien girlies) and a welcome to my new followers bc there have been a lot in the last couple of days! hello and welcome if you're new, i hope you have a great time here 2 another fic inspired by a song ik but songs are great inspo for me. i also mixed in the demon time thoughts of this anon (everyone say "thank you anon"). wrote this on a an hour ago so i hope it's still as good as my more well thought out ones. also i am working on that lewis fic, it is in progress and will be posted soon. i hope you enjoy, and tell me what you think💋💋💋.

“Aurélien” you sing out teasingly, your voice lilting over the soft hum of music filling your cozy apartment. The dim, golden glow of the lamps casts long shadows, warming the space and bathing the French footballer in a sultry light. He lounges shirtless on your plush brown sofa, long, juicy legs sprawled lazily, one arm draped over the backrest like he owns the place. That one vein in his thigh popping out looking oh so appetizing.

Your finger crooks toward him as you sway your hips to the slow, sensual beat of Kehlani’s track playing from your phone. The sweet scent of vanilla candles mixes with the faint musk of his cologne lingering in the air, a heady combination that makes your pulse quicken.

“Clothes off?” you ask, your lips curving into a playful smirk as you roll your shoulders back, accentuating the movement of your hips. The fabric of your shorts brushes teasingly against your skin with each deliberate sway.

Aurélien’s deep brown eyes gleam, his gaze sharp and hungry as it tracks your every move. A slow, confident smile spreads across his face, the kind that promises trouble. “Ah, tu veux que je sois nu, c’est ça?” (Ah, you want me to be naked, is that it?) His voice is rich and smooth, the deep rumble of his accent sending a shiver down your spine.

“Only if you say please” he says, arching a brow as you tilt your head coquettishly. “In French.”

Without breaking eye contact, you reach for the hem of your top, sliding it up and over your head with unhurried precision. The cool air kisses your skin, and the black lace of your bralette feels deliciously daring against your bare torso.

Aurélien exhales softly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes linger on your curves. “S’il te plaît” you murmur, your voice rasping as he bites his lower lip, that signature smirk still playing at the corners of his mouth.

The tension between you hums like a live wire.

He leans back, the firm muscles of his torso stretching enticingly, and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. The soft brush of his clothes against his skin almost silent in the room. He pushes the fabric down, inch by inch, revealing the sculpted planes of his thighs until his shorts fall to the floor in a soft whisper of fabric, making your mouth water.

Now clad in nothing but black Calvin Kleins, he stands tall before you, his skin glistening faintly under the warm light. Shadows dance across the ridges of his abs, the sharp lines of his physique a testament to hours of discipline and training.

“Hmm” you hum appreciatively, your voice low and thick with want. You step closer, the soft carpet muffling your footsteps, and still looking him in the eyes, you reach out to trail a single fingertip down the length of his chest. His skin is warm, smooth, and firm beneath your touch.

“What’s the French word for insatiable?” you ask, your voice husky as your fingers tease at the waistband of his boxers.

“Insatiable” he replies, his voice, dripping with his sexy, foreign accent, dropping to a growl that vibrates between you.

Before you can slip your fingers further down, his hand catches your wrist, holding you firmly but gently. The warmth of his palm sends a jolt of anticipation through you.

“First” he says, his gaze locking onto yours, dark and commanding, “say something dirty to me en français.”

Your lips curve into a wicked smile as you lean in, your breath ghosting over his jaw. “Baise-moi jusqu’à ce que je ne puisse plus marcher.” (Fuck me until I can’t walk) Your voice is a whisper, low and full of promise.

A sharp breath escapes him, and for a moment, the air between you feels electric. The grin that spreads across his face is nothing short of predatory. “Oh, ma belle” he rasps, his voice thick with lust, “tu sais quoi dire pour mettre un homme à genoux.” (You know exactly what to say to bring a man to his knees.)

Aurélien releases your wrist, and you take your time sliding his boxers down, the soft cotton brushing over his firm thighs before pooling at his feet. The heat radiating from his body is intoxicating, and the faint sound of his breathing grows heavier as your hands linger on his skin. The image of him standing right in front of you with nothing in was enough to make you faint. You wanted nothing more but to lick him from head to toe.

His hands find your hips, his grip possessive, pulling you against him. The hard planes of his body press into your softness as he captures your lips in a searing kiss, his mouth warm and demanding.

“Tourne-toi and spread your legs for me” (Turn around) he orders against your lips, his voice a low growl that leaves no room for argument.

Your heart pounds as you turn slowly, the cool air brushing your exposed back. You place your palms flat against the wall — knowing that’s what he would say next — the textured surface rough against your skin.

“Bien” (Good) he whispers, his voice low and approving. His hands slide over your shoulders, down your sides, and linger at the clasp of your bra. With a practiced flick, it falls away, leaving your breasts bare to the room’s warm light.

The sharp contrast of his large, calloused hands against your soft skin sends a shiver coursing through you. His fingers dip to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down with tantalizing slowness.

You wiggle your hips, feigning innocence as you make the task harder for him. His low growl rumbles behind you.

“Reste immobile” he warns, his tone sharp enough to cut through your playful defiance. (Stay still.)

But you can’t help it—you giggle, wiggling even more just to provoke him.

Aurélien’s hands then grip the waistband firmly, yanking your shorts down in one swift, decisive motion. The fabric catches briefly against your curves before pooling at your ankles, leaving you completely bare. A sharp, stinging slap lands on your left cheek, followed by another on your right. Then again, left then right. The sound echoes in the room, and you gasp, the sting sharp and thrilling.

“Are you going to stop playing now?”

Your lips curve into a pout as you glance over your shoulder. “Ouch, Aurélien, that hurts” you whine, though the heat pooling in your core betrays your words. Your hands find your ass trying to soothe the pain but his hands swat yours away quickly before you could stop the pain.

His grip tightens on your hips, his voice steady but dark with desire. “I asked you a question” he says, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

You turn your head slightly, a teasing glint in your eye. “No.”

He respons with a calm “Mm okay then.” sending a rush of heat through you. You stood there wondering how he is still so unbothered by your antics.

His palm comes down again, harder this time, landing squarely on your backside. The sharp smack echoes against the walls, and you cry out, the sting blooming across your skin and spreading like wildfire.

“You’re going to have to learn not to be bad, chérie” he murmurs, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. The deep timbre of his voice vibrates through you, melting into the haze of desire pooling in your core.

His hand moves in slow, deliberate circles over the place he just struck, the contrast between the soothing motion and the residual sting sparking electric shocks along your nerves. His fingers press gently, teasing the sensitive skin, and your breath catches at the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.

“Am I a dog?” you ask, your voice dripping with cheeky defiance, though your heart races as you test his patience.

He pauses for a moment, and you feel his body tense behind you. Then, his dark chuckle rumbles low in his chest, the sound rich and dangerous. His hips press forward, and the hard ridge of his arousal grinds against you, stealing a gasp from your lips.

“Non” he murmurs, his voice a husky promise. His fingers trail up your spine, tracing a line so light it sends shivers racing across your skin. His touch lingers at the nape of your neck before sliding down again, slow and deliberate, as if savoring every inch of you. “Mais we can put you in a position that makes you feel like one.” (but)

The wicked edge in his tone makes your knees tremble, though you refuse to give him the satisfaction of faltering.

“Smart ass” you mutter under your breath, turning your face just enough to mask the smirk tugging at your lips.

You’re sure he didn’t hear you. The music still hums faintly in the background, and the tension in the room is thick enough to drown out quieter sounds. But you’re wrong.

His grip tightens on your hips, his fingers digging in just enough to make your breath hitch. The heat of his palms sears into your skin, a firm reminder of his dominance. You can feel his smirk pressing against the space between your shoulder blades, a silent warning that he doesn’t let anything slide.

“What did you say?” he asks, his tone deceptively calm, but there’s an edge of challenge there, daring you to repeat yourself.

Your mind races as you weigh your options. Finally, you glance back over your shoulder, lips parted in mock innocence. “Je n’ai rien dit” (I didn’t say anything) you reply, your voice sweet and soft, though you both know the lie is as thin as air.

His eyes narrow, dark with suspicion and amusement. “Huh, I must be hearing things then” he says, his grip shifting slightly. You say nothing not wanting to cause him to spank you anymore. You feel the rough pads of his thumbs brushing over the curve of your hips, a tantalizing touch that makes your pulse quicken.

He leans closer, his breath warm against your neck as he murmurs, “Careful, ma belle. Lies have consequences.”

The room feels thick with tension and the musky heat of desire, the dim lighting casting long shadows that flicker with each of your movements. The faint hum of music in the background competes with the sound of your heavy breathing, every note of Kehlani’s sultry melody blending with the symphony of your escalating passion.

Aurelien’s large hands grip your hips possessively, his fingertips pressing into your soft skin with just enough force to leave ghostly impressions. He grinds his hips against your ass in a slow rhythm, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against you through the thin fabric separating your bodies. The friction sends jolts of heat through your core, leaving no doubt about what he wants—or what you need.

Without warning, his hand slides between your legs, the roughness of his touch contrasting with the smoothness of your folds. His fingers dip into your wetness, teasingly stroking the slick, sensitive skin, and you gasp at the sudden intimacy. “You’re already this wet for me…..but you don’t deserve what you want until you start listening.” His accent laces his words with an intoxicating mix of authority and seduction, and his lips brush faintly against the shell of your ear as he speaks.

“Keep your hands on the wall” he commands, his voice low and firm. “Spread those legs a little wider for me.”

Your knees threaten to buckle under the intensity of his touch, his fingers trailing languidly up and down, drawing out soft gasps that you can’t suppress. Despite the stubborn tilt of your chin, your body betrays you, and you slowly spread your legs wider, the ache for more overcoming any shred of defiance. His hand grips your hip as his other explores your wetness, his thumb grazing your clit with maddening precision.

“D’accord, tu y arrives” (Okay, you’re getting there) he murmurs approvingly, his breath fanning over your neck. The gruff praise sends a thrill down your spine, and your toes curl in anticipation.

Then he pushes two thick fingers inside you, filling you with delicious intensity. You cry out in surprise, arching your back, your walls clenching around him as your body adjusts to the intrusion. “Aurelien!” you gasp, your hand instinctively flying back to grab at his wrist as pleasure courses through you like an electric current.

“Non, bébé, qu’est-ce que j’ai dit?” (No, baby, what did I say?) His tone is both stern and amused, laced with mock disappointment. He pulls his fingers back slightly, denying you the full sensation you crave, before delivering another sharp smack to your bottom that stings enough to make you yelp. “Les mains sur le mur.” (Hands on the wall) The command comes with just a hint of menace, and you know better than to defy him twice.

Whimpering, you flatten your palms against the cool wall, the chill grounding you for a moment before his fingers plunge back into you, curling to hit that perfect spot that makes your legs quake. His thumb resumes its torturous circles on your clit, coaxing desperate cries from your lips as he works you with skillful precision.

“Bien, bébé” (Good, baby) he rasps, his voice low and velvety. The warmth of his breath skims over your damp skin, and you can feel the smirk curling on his lips even though you can’t see it.

Then, just as the pressure within you starts to build, his fingers withdraw abruptly, leaving you empty and aching. You hear the rustle of fabric behind you—the low scrape of his underwear hitting the floor—and then the hot, hard length of him pressing against your wetness, teasing without entering. You can hear how turned on you are. Your body shudders at the sensation, your breath hitching as he places a firm hand on your lower back, gently arching you forward.

“Stay just like that” he mutters, his tone a tantalizing mix of roughness and care. “Don’t move.”

He grips your hips, spreading your legs wider with his knee, the position forcing you onto your tiptoes, the burn in your thighs adding to the delicious tension building in your core. “Très bien bébé” (Very good baby) he murmurs approvingly, the heat of his words spilling over your ear as he slowly pushes forward, inch by tantalizing inch, stretching you completely.

A low groan escapes his lips as he buries himself fully inside you carefully, his hands flexing against your hips, holding you still as he savors the tight heat enveloping him. “Si humide pour moi…” (So wet for me), he hisses through gritted teeth. The words are raw, and they ignite a fire within you.

“Toi—tu me rends si humide, Aurélien” (You—you make me so wet, Aurelien) you stammer, the effort to form a grammatically correct sentences lost to the overwhelming sensations flooding your body. He chuckles darkly at your attempt, clearly pleased with the effect he has on you.

His hips pull back, his length sliding out almost completely before he thrusts back in with a force that sends you rocking forward against the wall. The sound of your back side meeting hips fills the room, a steady, rhythmic slap that only grows louder as he sets a punishing pace.

“Plus fort, s’il te plaît, Aurélien” (Harder, please, Aurelien) you beg, your voice raw and desperate.

“Ah, tu veux que je te baise plus fort, Y/N?” (Ah, you want me to fuck you harder, Y/N?) he taunts, his voice steady and teasing despite the sweat glistening on his skin and the relentless motion of his hips.

“Oui… oui… s’il vous plaît” (Yes… yes… please) you plead, your head tipping back as the words tumble from your lips between gasping breaths.

With a growl, he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging your head back so your neck is exposed. The rough pull sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and making you let out a few loud moans, almost sounding like a sob. His lips brush against the curve of your ear “Ne me supplie pas si tu ne peux pas suivre” (Don’t beg if you can’t keep up) he rasps before slamming into you harder, deeper, each thrust sending shockwaves through your trembling frame.

The air in the room is riddled with the scent of sweat and sex, the heat clinging to your skin like a second layer. The dim light casts shadows across the walls, flickering as the movement between your bodies sends vibrations through the room. Your hands scrape against the smooth surface of the wall, desperate for something to anchor yourself as Aurelien drives into you with a force that steals the air from your lungs. Each thrust is unrelenting, hitting deep, hard, and perfect, until the world around you dissolves into white-hot sensations.

“Oh. fuck. yes” you cry out matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Your voice raw, almost breaking. The pressure of his thrusts pushes you forward, your cheek brushing the cool wall, a contrast to the blazing heat radiating from your bodies. The sting of overstimulation blends with the sweet ache of pleasure, driving you wild.

Aurelien wraps his thick, muscled bicep around your throat, pulling you flush against him. His chest presses against your sweat-slicked back, the hardness of his body a stark juxtaposition to your trembling body. His lips graze the shell of your ear, and give you a little bite. Hips lips hot and insistent, and the deep, gravelly rasp of his voice sends shivers down your spine.

“Tu vas jouir sur ma bite, bébé?” (Are you going to cum on my dick, baby?) he growls, his hips slamming into you with merciless precision. Each syllable is steeped in dominance, his accent curling around the words in a way that makes your core tighten.

“Oui! Oui, je vais jouir!” (Yes, yes, I’m going to cum!) you pant, the desperation in your voice echoing off the walls. Your body shakes with anticipation, your muscles tightening as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion. His fingers find your clit, pinching and rolling the sensitive bundle of nerves with a skill that has you keening, the sound breaking from your throat like a plea.

You can’t stop yourself from pushing back against him, grinding your hips to meet his brutal rhythm. The lewd slap of skin on skin grows louder, each thrust pushing you closer to the brink.

“Ouais, juste comme ça. Continuez.” (Yeah, just like that. Keep going.) His voice is breathless, thick with arousal, his moans spilling out as he holds you in place, fully impaled on his cock. His arms gently adds a little more pressure to your throat. The pressure is firm but not overwhelming, a delicate balance that only adds to the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

Your vision begins to blur, your mind drowning in the sensations. The gentle choke intensifies the pleasure, turning the fire in your core into a roaring inferno. You gasp, the lack of oxygen sharpening every nerve ending, sending shocks of ecstasy coursing through you.

“Ughhh, fuck yessss” Aurelien groans, his deep voice breaking with need. His relentless thrusts grow uneven, his own pleasure cresting as your cries push him over the edge.

The dam within you finally breaks. Your orgasm crashes through you in waves, your body convulsing violently as every nerve ignites. You scream his name, the sound raw and primal, as your inner walls clamp down hard around him, pulling him deeper into you. Aurelien doesn’t stop, his hips hammering into you with harsh, irregular thrusts as your climax continues to ripple through you.

His grip tightens around your throat just enough to send your orgasm into overdrive. The sensation is overwhelming, pushing you past the limits of what you thought your body could handle. You feel him swell inside you, his low growl echoing through your ear.

“Sacrément, this pussy feels so good” (Damn) he whispers cruelly, the sinful words spoken in a tone designed to make you lose control all over again. His pace falters, becoming erratic as his own release overtakes him. With a guttural groan, his body tenses, and you feel the hot rush of his seed spilling into you, marking you in the most intimate way.

As he pulls out, his release trickles down your thighs, warm and sticky, a reminder of his claim on you. Aurelien turns you around with firm hands, his touch steadying your shaky legs. His dark eyes lock on yours, heavy-lidded with satisfaction as he spreads your thighs wider, studying the mess he’s made of you.

“Regarde-moi” (Look at me) he commands, his voice soft but brooking no disobedience. His hands remain on your hips, his touch grounding as your body still trembles from the aftermath. You meet his gaze, your lips parted as you try to catch your breath, the dazed look on your face making his smirk widen.

Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes glazed with satisfaction and submission. His seed drips down your inner thighs, mingling with your own arousal, the evidence of your passion painting your skin. You look thoroughly used, and the sight clearly pleases him.

“Did you learn to be good?” he asks, his tone sweetly mocking, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before. His thumb brushes over your lower lip, and you can’t help but smirk slightly.

“Yes” you reply, your voice hoarse but tinged with amusement.

He raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Will you be bad again?” he asks, his tone laced with playful warning.

“Maybe” you tease, your lips curling into a grin despite your trembling legs.

His eyes darken, a mischievous glint lighting them as he clicks his tongue. “Oh, I think that means you didn’t learn, chérie” he says, shaking his head. He steps back, his presence commanding even as he gestures toward the bedroom. “Go to the bed and lay down.”

He turns and strides toward the bedroom without a backward glance, his confidence leaving no doubt that you’ll follow. And he’s right. There’s no way you’d dare to disobey—not after this. You take a shaky step forward, your body still tingling, already anticipating what’s to come.

[seraphdreams]

Okay, but like, Yuuta feeling bad that he didn't pull out in time but the reader is so cock-drunk that she's just begging for him to do it again...

this is what i wake up to…. oh dear m dizzy !!!

one thing about yuuta is, he never wears condoms. not because he doesn’t want to, in fact he freaks out when he’s not wearing one, but because they’re somehow always out of reach when they’re needed :( and when your pussy is clinging to him so tight, milking him for all he has, he can’t just pull out !! it’s a battle within him — does he cum in you, does he not? by the time he finally figures it out it’s too late :( he’s made a mess of your cunny, creamy white seeping out of your overstimulated hole n all at the base of his cock . .

the way he’s so fast to voice his sincerities, “m sorry, so so sorry.” he’s got his head rested in the crook of your neck, his way of hanging his head low in shame :( but when you feebly grab onto his wrist, tugging him so gently to tell him “please cum in me again, yu-yu.” … there’s a noticeable sparkle in his eyes !! only issue for you though, is now that you’ve given him the clearance, he won’t be able to stop :(

[httpiastri]

Pepe is definitely the never go to bed angry type of partner

okay you really just thought "let's go send jack an ask that will instantly kill her"???? because well it worked

[habitual-creatures]

YEP- I DON'T PLAN ON LEAVING ANYMORE!

- 💜 anon

(Matching their energy!! Very happy to see them)

YAY!! M' GONNA SQUEEZE YA!!!

YOU'RE NOT GETTIN' AWAY, Z!!!

GONNA GOBBLE YA UP!

[sollucets]

I kinda want to ask you to write all touch prompts for akk and aye but because that is unreasonable and way too greedy, how about 26, 27 and maybe 33? thank you so so much! And congratulations on your followers!!!!

you know, i'd write them all too if i had the fuckin Time [sobs] thank you very much nonny

26 (kissing the top of their head) + 27 (pulling them closer) + 33 (tasting their smile) from this list for my lil event; right around 1k of height difference & nickname shenanigans and talking around another bigger issue!!!! set in the summer after ourskyy, rated t for 'tall'

💜

“Hand me that plate, Shortstop.” 

Akk does, but not without making sure to splash Aye with the water running off of it. “We’ve been over this." They have, although it's been a while since Aye had first tried it in the tent. "That’s your name.” 

With a little yelp, Aye snatches the plate from his hand and sets to drying it with slightly more force than strictly necessary. The water drops stand out against the gray material of his t-shirt. “Why can’t we switch?” 

“Do you not have eyes?” Akk takes another bowl out of Aye’s mom’s sink and starts washing it with a little grin. “Grow a bit taller and we can talk.”

He expects Aye to fire back with a water attack of his own, or an insult, so when neither comes he turns to look at his boyfriend in faint surprise. Aye is giving the plate an undeservedly contemplative look, lips pursed. It’s very cute. Akk splashes him again. 

“Akk,” snaps Aye, his nose going all scrunched the way it does when he’s actually annoyed. 

“Aye,” Akk answers, grin reaching all the way up to his eyes. 

Aye stares for a long second, then softens all at once, mouth curving up in turn. He still elbows Akk in retribution before picking up his next dish, though. “So if I was taller than you, we could switch? I could be your Bigfoot.”

“If you were taller than me, I would’ve come up with a different nickname in the first place.”

“But I wouldn’t have,” Aye says decisively. “You’d have been Shortstop to me.”

Akk shoots him a sidelong look, dubious. “It's annoying, so yes, probably. In a hypothetical parallel universe where you’re taller. Why are you suddenly so obsessed with this? Don’t you call me enough things already?” 

“Do you not like it, darling?” asks Aye, all coy and playful, and it devolves from there. He doesn’t bring up the height thing again that day. 

But apparently he didn’t actually forget, because in the time following that initial conversation Aye starts taking every possible opportunity to be taller than Akk. 

It starts small, like Aye insisting Akk sit on the ground while he’s on the couch so he can reach his hair to dry it, calling him Shortstop in a tone of such overdone honeyed affection that all he can do is laugh. Or like Aye crawling into Akk’s lap so he has a height advantage when they kiss, and Akk making sure he doesn't get a chance to use any nickname at all.

Then it escalates, as things frequently do with them. Aye sits on top of the couch backrest at Akk’s house instead of on it, buys a pair of shoes with these ridiculous heel boosts, sits on Akk's desk while Akk writes his admission essays. At one point, very memorably, he gets on a table at a party they’d attended with Kan and refuses to come down until Akk has to drag him. 

Akk doesn’t mind as much as he’s pretending he does, which is something he’s found works for them with these things. It makes Aye happy to see him annoyed, so if he gets what he wants and the behavior isn’t actually that annoying, it’s a win for both of them. And it is funny, honestly, and frequently ends with Aye hanging off of him somehow. 

Still, though, after nearly two months of their summer together being intermittently marked by Aye’s new favorite running joke, something starts to nibble at the corner of Akk’s mind. It’s late summer now, and they’re running up closer to the thing they’ve barely managed to talk about: Aye’s impending departure, and his own entry into a northern university. And— well. He can’t manage that, but he might be able to manage this.

So the next time Aye makes a point of standing two stairs up in his own home to talk to Akk, he turns and looks up at him and asks, point-blank, “Does it bother you that I’m taller?” 

Aye blinks once, twice, then laughs a little. After a second, he seems to realize that Akk is honestly asking and tilts his head with an expression of mild bemusement. “No, baby. I like it, you give great hugs and have great legs. Why?”

Akk makes a sputtering noise and tries not to get derailed thinking about Aye’s feelings about his legs, which he did already know about for— various reasons. Instead, he pointedly jerks his chin at Aye, noticeably needing to tilt his head up to do so. 

“I'm just messing with you,” Aye says, reaching a hand out with a little smile. “I thought you knew.” 

“I do,” says Akk, and lets Aye take his hand and pull him one step up the stairs. It doesn’t equalize their heights; Aye’s still just a little taller like this. “But... it’s been going on a long time.”

“Yeah, I guess it has,” says Aye a little thoughtfully. “I just like seeing—” 

“—My angry face. I know.” 

Aye outright giggles at that, gently intertwining his fingers with Akk’s. “If you know, then why are you worrying about it?” 

Akk can feel his resolve failing already. He sighs. 

“I guess,” says Aye thoughtfully after a moment, “I do also like it when we… switch.” He wiggles his eyebrows and continues talking over Akk’s incoherent noise in response. “So it’s fun for me, to try and turn the little nickname thing on its head. Not that you’re cooperating.” 

“You wouldn’t like it if I cooperated,” Akk says, half-sure, and tries mostly unsuccessfully to glare up at Aye. 

“Oh, but I do,” Aye says, tugging him even closer by their twined hands and putting his other one on the back of Akk’s neck, pushing his head down enough to press a kiss to the top of it. “Just not right away. I like getting you to admit things."

There's an odd-- hesitation there, a long moment of silence. Akk looks back up, their faces close enough to kiss properly now, and sees Aye looking away from him, eyes big and preoccupied. 

“What?” Akk prompts, and when he doesn’t get an answer, adds, “Bigfoot?” 

Aye’s gaze snaps back to him, suddenly focused and intent and sparkling, and he grins. “Yeah,” he says, slowly like he’s savoring the confirmation, “That’s nice.” 

Akk leans up a little further and kisses that smile, gently and then less so when the fingers on the back of his neck tighten and pull him closer. He leans into it with a sigh and tries not to think about other things Aye might like him to admit, and instead thinks about how — it is nice, sometimes, to be the smaller one. 

[catty-words]

So, I was scrolling in your ao3 profile for the thousand time, as one usually does, and playing with the filters to see if there was any nhie fic I hadn't read before or if I was in the mood to reread any of my favs, when something kinda surprised me: apparently you wrote 34 nhie fics and devi is a character in 29 of them and ben is a character in 30 of them, even though you claim devi is your fave. Just wanted to point that out cuz it made me laugh, especially bc my mind immediately pictured them bantering about it like ofc they would bicker even about who is the most featured character in cori's fics xD

so many points i want to respond to. first - someone suggesting that my bestest blorbos, ben and devi, would care about being the most featured in my fics is possibly the cutest thing ever said to me. top contender, for sure!

second - gahh, i know, i haven't posted anything since last fuckin year, and even then, late last year was pretty quiet on the fic front. i haven't been reblogging prompt games or indulging any of my 'quick' one-shot ideas because inspiration has been very touch-and-go for the last year and i am stockpiling it for 'a lie away from getting you into the mood', the longer installment of the bitty spark 'verse. at the pace i'm moving now, there's a reasonable chance i'll start posting around june. which probably sounds like a long ways away to you, but will be a monumental feat of will on my part - if i pull it off.

thank you for reading my work. thank you for rereading my work.

third - the implication that devi being tagged in fewer of my fics than ben points to her not being my favorite character is reductive. the context matters.

that said, the opportunity to be obnoxious about my fic catalogue is invaluable to me. again, i thank you.

forth - let's get obnoxious!

fics tagged ben but not devi:

- double vision, in a rose blush (three times ben unexpectedly finds himself in the middle of a daydream about devi and the one time it makes perfect sense to him)

- birds do it, bees do it, even educated fleas do it (howard gross does two things right: eats pussy and gives useful sex talks)

- (you have become a) constant (without headphones and a proper distraction for the bus ride home, ben compiles a list of weird things he easily might have said to devi while drunk on grigio)

fics tagged devi but not ben:

- are you sure you want to delete this photo? (cute af daxton prompt fill)

- meet me where you are (on top of the world) (another prompt fill, one that asked for kamala & devi, but then mr. k spilled all over my inspiration)

fics not tagged with either of them:

- the two fabiola/eleanor ficlets i've written

what does it mean what does it all mean: devi's still very much a part of both 'double vision' and 'constant', but she's not tagged because the version of her that we're seeing doesn't exist outside of ben's head. i mean, that's truer of 'constant' than 'double vision', she honestly could have been tagged in the latter, and the devi that lives in ben's head is still very much a real aspect of devi. but since she's not devi on her own terms, it felt/feels disingenuous to tag her as a character in either fic.

so, that makes 'birds do it, bees do it' the only ben fic in my catalogue that doesn't have anything to do with devi. both of the devi-not-ben fics have nothing to do with ben.

if we're going to take away anything from this exercise, though, let's appreciate how my first fic ever, my entry into writing for the show - 'constant' - is about examining devi from ben's pov. it felt/feels most comfortable to me because i'm just as in love with her as he is. because she is undeniably my favorite character.

[kiisuuumii]

post it anyway. also expect those five paragraphs!

posted it !!! (literally sobbing rn)