#jazzy replies

[jazzypizzaz]

I've read and love your fanfiction so much it's permanently ingrained in my head. Please help

💜💜💜 I will help you by... writing more fanfic??? 😄 this is such a sweet ask to get thank you darlin anon

[starjynx]

my months old threads collecting dust in my drafts:

me and my only braincell when I get home:

[iho6hi2]

I am the most chronically online person that is ironically never online

[chaserainbows]

Boss battle for any of your Hoennites!! Can’t believe I almost missed Amano music hours

Send me “Boss Battle”, and I’ll post the music that plays when your muse fights mine as a boss.

May vs Lucy, the battle is on to see who's the best at scheming and fighting dirty

[scifigirl]

LMAO I am so glad I got a screenshot of this cause I had a feeling they were gonna block me or wtvr

[mod-jazzy]

“STRANGLE!! GASLIGHTING THOSE POOCHIES....” “I thought you loved Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss” “STRANGLING YOU NEXT” “Come on guys! I’m sure there is much more coming soon! You don’t wanna be THAT person that makes up their mind about a character before they even have a chance to develop!” “STRANGLE” - - - - [ based on Mirian Interlude 1: The blood(ied) hound ] [ Mirian / Pitch belong to @fugamsemidei​ ]

[woosansang]

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[letmebegaytodd]

the best video game soundtrack is the sims 1 and im not taking criticism

[captivemuses]

"General Mahamatra, I challenge you to a Genius Invokation TCG duel!" Layla is holding up her deck of cards in confidence, she's waited a while to challenge him and she's not backing down now. ( sorry she's very excited about this. )

Cyno would certainly never say no to a challenge in Genius Invokation, save for maybe someone he was in the process of arresting. But any free man was welcome to challenge the reigning champion in Teyvat as long as he was free. And seeing Layla look both lively and confident was a pleasant surprise in and of itself given her usual reserved and soft spoken demeanor. But nonetheless an interested smile widened on Cyno's lips as his own hand came to rest on the Casket of Tomes attached to his hip and he freed it from the clasp securing it. It would be a formidable deck for Layla to go up against to say the least.

"Challenge accepted. I didn't know you were one to partake in Genius Invokation at all, and I don't think I've had the fun of facing off against someone from Rtawahist yet, so this will be interesting. Get your deck set up and we can figure out who will go first."

[jxsminebailey]

The entire night so far had Jazzy's lips curled upward, whether in a soft smile, an all knowing smirk, or a wide grin. "Well that's good, guess I seem to be doing something right then," she smiled, taking a sip from her drink. The way August spoke and carried himself had her in all sorts of happiness, the sentiment not lost on her that he was charming, sexy, but most of a gentleman. She had usually been keen on skipping the small talk, jumping right into drinking and having fun, but with him she actually enjoyed the small talk and getting to know him. "I'm the same, and I do appreciate the boundaries. Whether respecting mine, or putting up yours," she couldn't help but smile again as she had finally met a guy who actually respected her boundaries. Reaching out to place her hand on his, "I appreciate that, and so far you're doing a very good job of not being that sleazy guy."

The mention and talk of music had lit up her eyes, as she absolutely enjoyed everything about it. "A little of both? Like I took lessons as a kid and then as an adult I just fell in love with it so much more," her eyes met his and for a moment she hesitated, "though depends on how this goes, maybe I'll play a little song for you one day." If music wasn't her passion, baking definitely was, so to hear he enjoyed it too, made her swoon. "You'er attractive, a gentleman, and you enjoy baking? Why is it that we have only just met?" She asked, a smirk forming again on her lips, "just another thing I like about you." Then shifting to the topic of siblings, she shook her head, I have another sibling," her eyes getting wide, "I'm the dreaded middle child." She was only teasing but she knew some middle children had a reputation.

Seeing him blush caught her off guard, her breath hitching for a moment, as she realized how vulnerable it made him seem. She listened intently, nodding every so often, before raising an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips as she leaned back, clearly entertained by his honesty. "Well, it’s good to know where your priorities lie," she said, her voice light but with an edge of playful seriousness. "Not every guy would be so upfront about how important his kids are." Not that she had ever thought about kids, or dating someone with kids, she didn't think it was off the table. She took a sip from her drink, eyes twinkling with interest. "But stargazing, cooking, and sports, are three very interesting hobbies," she wasn't into sports but she didn't hate them either. Leaning closer to him, "maybe one day we will both do those things together."

August listened for a moment, his smirk widening as she stated she'd potentially been playing him, and he nodded. "I admire it." he stated, knowing that there were a lot of men out there that wanted nothing more than to see a pretty woman and take her to bed. And August was no stranger to sex, but even for someone that ruined his marriage the way that he did; he still had boundaries and respected women more. Despite what some people though, August had only slept with three people in his life, and two of those had been people he'd genuinely loved. He wasn't exactly the guy that would wine and dine anyone he met. "I personally am an advocate for doing what you want." he smiled, nodding. "And while I like where this is going, I do also respect that people have boundaries, and I never want to come across as some sleezy asshole that only wants to sleep with people." he boldly admitted.

He listened as she mentioned enjoying music, adding on that she played the piano which made him smile. "I do not have an ounce of musical talent in my body; I'm jealous that you can play piano." he admitted with a chuckle. "Was it something you picked up on from someone or did you discover your love for it all on your own?" he questioned, letting his attention focus when she continued talking about herself and he smiled. "Oh baking is my weakness." he chuckled. "I'm not great at experimenting with baking and prefer to follow recipes, but, I do love cooking and have experimented with quite the dishes in the kitchen." a pause, eyes focusing on her again. "So you have a sister? Is that the only sibling you have or are there more?" As an only child, he'd personally always admired people with larger families; it was one of the many reasons he'd been drawn to Grace so much.

When it was his turn to talk he felt his cheeks blush, causing him to exhale. "Well, I work quite a bit. Or I used to before my wife - ex wife - switch positions and began working at the hospital, but, when I'm not at home I like spending time with my daughters first and foremost. While I love my me time, nothing is more important to me than my children." The statement was bold and likely a little harsher than intended, but, August wanted to be sure that anyone he did anything with understood that they would not come before his daughters. That just wasn't how it worked. "When I'm not spending time with them, though, I like stargazing, attending sporting events and cooking." he paused, shrugging. "I guess we can toss 'charming women' into that list of things I like to do also." he winked, indicating he'd caught onto her comment. @jxsminebailey

[starjynx]

I love one (1) Jazzy. Sending you good vibes! I know things have been hard recently, but you will always have me here to support you through the bad day and laughing with you on the good ones. All the love!!

I could cry from how sweet one ( 1 ) Madi is. Thank you so much for your kindness and for your supportive friendship. I care you very much & i'm still very proud of us for giving this year as best of a shot as we can despite our struggles.

I'm sending you all my love too!

[eicsferrari]

never met - op81 smau

summary: people start making up rumors about oscar and yn. problem is they never actually met

face claim: random girls from pinterest

a/n: this is chaos but it was fun to write hope you like it

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gossipf1 singer yn and oscar piastri are reported to be dating according to inside sources

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user5 please let this be true

lando rue, when did this happen?

user14 helppp what is lando doing here

user3 my two worlds colliding

user7 she's not good enough for him

user8 ?? he's not good enough for her

yn inside sources who??? i never saw this man in my life😭😭

user10 he's a formula 1 driver

yn oh i only know lewis hamilton aka the goat aka the loml

user10 fair

yn he looks cute tho👀

sabrinacarpenter no yn!

yn 😊😊

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yn posted a story

caption: this is the man yall think i pulled? Damn thank u

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↪sabrinacarpenter you are insane😭

↪lando +61 12345678 text him

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yn jazzy nights are my favorite

♡liked by sabrinacarpenter, oscarpiastri and others

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user6 best night of my life

sabrinacarpenter i'm in love with you😍

yn me when i see you

user1 oscar liked...

user4 don't start

user1 i just stated a fact

user9 obsessed with your voice, i want you to sing me to sleep every night

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gossipf1 yn and oscar spotted hanging out after her concert

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user8 i fear this couple would be too iconic

user4 just... no

user5 i dont know this man my ass

yn in my defense i really haven't met him then!

lando it's true i can confirm

lando i can also confirm yn was oscar's most listened artist last year

oscarpiastri why are you here?

lando gossip is my bat signal

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yn trip made it out of the groupchat

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lando groupchat and it's only two people

yn get off my comments

lando i got you his number and this is how you repay me?

user9 lando tell us who it is🙏🏼

user3 if lando set them up it has to be oscar

user7 i'm in love with her aesthetic

user5 white shirt=oscar

user14 stop we don't know

sabrinacarpenter did my invite get lost in the mail?🤨

yn babe i'm sorry he means nothing you are the love of my life

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caption good company yn

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↪user4 gossipf1 ended up setting you two up huh

↪sabrinacarpenter i remember when i was the one taking her pictures...💔

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yn sorry osc i go where lewis goes🏎️

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oscarpiastri 😐

user4 osc🥺🥺

scuderiaferrari everyone is a ferrari fan ♡liked by author

francocolapinto hamilton fan first, a girlfriend second. i respect that

user5 did he just confirm that they are girlfriend and boyfriend?

mclaren 💔

yn sorry😔

charles_leclerc i approve son oscarpiastri

yn forza ferrari!

user26 we lost her to a sports guy...

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oscarpiastri posted a story

caption prettiest girl is in fact my girlfriend

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↪yn giggling blushing throwing up kicking my feet🥺🫶🏼

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yn posted a story

caption he's still mad i did not wear orange

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↪lando it's papaya not orange😡

yn same fucking thing

lando it's not !!

yn ok but the word papaya is so ugly

lando YOU TAKE THAT BACK

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yn the rumors are now true, i'm his favorite artist and he's my (second) favorite driver

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user18 she's gorgeous😍 he's just there😐

francocolapinto yes yes you might kiss but did he ever say he wanted to learn your language just to understand your jokes? i don't think so

yn call me when you are his top artist on spotify loser

user12 don't mind me i'm just patiently waiting for the love songs this will inspire

oscarpiastri you are never going to let me live this down, right?

yn you are stuck with me and my bad jokes sorry bro

sabrinacarpenter just remember she was mine first papaya boy

oscarpiastri noted🫡

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oscarpiastri she finally wore papaya

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user2 she's so hot🥵

yn not that word again😭

lando i will block you if you keep hating on the papaya

yn do it i dare you

yn i look so good tho

oscarpiastri you always look amazing

yn i love me a boy who can sweet talk

lando god stop being cheesy on main🤢

yn weren't you going to block me??

lando i should have

yn just do it you coward

user23 yes yn put the car guy in his place!

lando why are you supporting her when your page is dedicated to me??? are you a fan or a hater?

user23 i'm your biggest fan! but i support women's rights and women's wrongs so i'm with yn

yn HA even your fans like me better😛

lando you stole my teammate and now my fans what else do you want from me😭😭

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caption disgusting

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↪yn disgustingly cute yes

lando whatever helps you sleep at night

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caption dont let their online banter fool you, they are friends

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↪yn babe don't expose us like that😔

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oscarpiastri 🧡

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yn DELETE what if lewis sees this?

user21 she's so real

lewishamilton i feel betrayed

yn nooo💔😔 you will always be n1 in my heart

oscarpiastri 😐

yn deal with it

yn i am so incredibly proud of you and i love supporting you🥺🧡

oscarpiastri thank you for being here<3

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yn posted a story

caption i'm going to tell my kids this is their dad

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yn posted a story

caption just kidding, i love you oscar

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↪ oscarpiastri i love you more❤️

[ruewritesoccasionally]

Playing with Fire | Aaron Pierre

pairing: aaron pierre x plus size!black!reader

warnings: heavy smut 18+, bratty behaviour, teasing, impact play (consensual ofc), power dynamics (dom!aaron + sub!reader) oral (m receiving), praise + degradation kink, dirty talk, & use of names (daddy, slut, princess, baby, mama)

summary: when a night of hosting their friends turns into a game of control and temptation, YN's bratty teasing pushes aaron to his limits. once the guests are gone, he makes sure she learns exactly why it's never wise to play with fire.

word count: 3.2K

a/n: you guys seem to be loving the aaron content, i'm lowkey tempted to come out of retirement

The kitchen buzzed with activity as Aaron worked his culinary magic, the scents of rosemary and thyme mingling in the air. The music played low, a jazzy playlist that matched the intimate vibe of the evening. It was their turn to host the couple's dinner, a tradition among their tight-knit circle of friends that had lasted years. Aaron had looked forward to the night—catching up with friends, sharing good food—but YN clearly had other plans.

Her plans, as far as Aaron could tell, didn’t involve entertaining guests at all.

She was stunning, as always. Her rich, deep brown skin glowed against the soft knit dress she’d chosen, the snug fabric hugging her curves in ways that made Aaron’s chest tighten. Her thick thighs brushed together as she moved, the sway of her hips almost hypnotic. She knew what she was doing—she always did.

“Everything okay over there, Chef?” she teased, her voice honeyed as she leaned against the counter, holding a wine glass in her hand.

Aaron glanced up from the pot he was stirring, his dark eyes locking on her. “Fine,” he muttered, though his grip on the wooden spoon tightened.

“Good,” she purred, taking a slow sip from her glass. The motion drew his attention to her lips, full and glossed, before his gaze slipped lower—to the way her breasts pressed against the dress.

She caught him staring and smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips that sent heat pooling low in his stomach. He turned back to the stove with a muttered curse, but the damage was done.

As she moved around the kitchen, she made a show of brushing past him. Her fingers grazed his arm here, her hip bumped his there, and every time she leaned over, her dress rose just enough to reveal the smooth, bare expanse of her thighs.

“YN,” he warned at one point, his voice low and strained as she reached for a glass on the top shelf, the movement arching her back in a way that had him gripping the edge of the counter.

“Yes, baby?” she replied innocently, glancing at him over her shoulder.

His jaw ticked. “Keep playing with me.”

By the time the first guests arrived, Aaron was already on edge, his self-control hanging by a thread. He greeted their friends with a warm smile, his deep voice steady, but YN’s presence beside him was a constant distraction.

As they settled into the evening, she didn’t let up. If anything, her teasing became bolder.

She sat across from him at the dining table, her dress riding up slightly as she crossed one leg over the other. The motion drew his eyes, and when he looked back up, she was watching him with a sly smile, her chin resting on her hand.

“What?” he asked, his voice low enough that the others couldn’t hear.

“Nothing,” she replied, the word laced with mischief.

Her foot brushed his under the table, a light, teasing touch that made his breath hitch. She kept the conversation going with their friends, her laugh rich and warm, but her foot remained there, sliding up his calf and lingering just high enough to make him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

He clenched his fists under the table, his nails digging into his palms as he fought to keep his composure.

As the laughter and conversation flowed in the living room, Aaron’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He frowned, slipping it out and glancing at the screen. A message from YN.

“For your eyes only.”

His brow furrowed, but the second he opened the attachment, his breath caught in his throat.

She’d taken the picture in the bathroom, angling her phone just so. Tilting her neck in a way that showcased the delicate curve of her jawline and the smooth expanse of her rich skin, her collarbone and chest gleamed with her favourite body oil. The neckline of her dress was tugged down ever so slightly, revealing the swell of her full breast—and just the barest hint of her sweet, dark areola.

Aaron’s grip tightened on his phone as a wave of heat surged through him, leaving him momentarily speechless. He swore under his breath, locking the screen and shoving the phone back into his pocket, but the image was seared into his mind.

His gaze darted to her across the room. She was laughing at something one of their friends had said, her smile wide and carefree, as if she hadn’t just sent him a picture designed to ruin his composure.

Aaron clenched his jaw, his hands curling into fists as he fought to keep his cool. She was going to pay for this later.

The real test came later, as the night wore on.

YN excused herself to fetch dessert from the kitchen, and Aaron followed her with his eyes. Her dress swayed with each step, the fabric clinging to her curves in ways that made his throat go dry.

She returned a moment later, balancing plates of cake in her hands, but when she bent to place one in front of a guest, her dress inched up again. Aaron’s sharp eyes caught the briefest glimpse of smooth, bare skin beneath it.

No panties.

He froze, his entire body going rigid as a wave of heat surged through him. His jaw clenched, and his knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the table.

When she straightened, she met his eyes, a flicker of challenge dancing in hers.

He was done.

Aaron stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice tight, though his tone remained polite. He turned to YN, his gaze dark and dangerous. “Can you help me with something upstairs?”

She blinked, feigning confusion. “Of course, babe,” she replied, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her excitement.

Not that YN much cared—her focus was elsewhere—but their guests could feel the shift in the air. The sexual tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife, and Aaron’s not-so-subtle announcement had sent an unspoken message.

Recognising the situation for what it was, the group exchanged quick glances. One by one, they politely let themselves out, sparing YN and Aaron the embarrassment of any lingering.

“Thanks for the lovely evening,” one friend said with a warm smile, though there was a knowing gleam in their eyes.

“Food was amazing, as always,” another added.

Aaron stood at the door with YN by his side, his hand resting firmly on her waist. His fingers tightened in a warning grip, silently reminding her that he was still in control—even if she’d spent the entire evening testing him.

“Glad you all enjoyed it,” he said, his deep voice steady, though there was a rough edge to it now.

With a chorus of goodbyes and promises to catch up soon, their friends made their way out, leaving Aaron and YN alone in the now-empty house.

The door clicked shut, and for a moment, silence hung heavy in the air.

Then Aaron turned to her, his jaw tight, his dark eyes blazing with unrestrained hunger.

“You’ve got exactly five seconds to get upstairs,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

With Aaron’s words still echoing in her ears, YN dashed up the stairs, her laughter spilling out in breathless giggles. The thrill of anticipation coiled in her stomach, making her pulse quicken. She loved this—the push and pull, the game they played, and most of all, the way she could unravel him, bring a man like him to the brink of control.

Aaron was one hell of a man. Tall and broad, with muscles that flexed beneath his fitted clothes. Every move he made was deliberate, like a predator sizing up his prey. And his face—oh, his face. Those piercing eyes that could make her knees weak with a single look. That beard, perfectly shaped, framing lips that were equal parts soft and sinful.

What those lips were going to do to her tonight, what they’d say to her… She trembled at the thought, her body already buzzing with need. Her excitement got the better of her as she missed a step on the staircase, her balance slipping for just a moment.

Before she could fall, strong hands caught her waist, steadying her with ease. She gasped as Aaron’s body pressed up against hers, his chest firm against her back.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he murmured against her ear, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. His grip tightened, possessive and grounding all at once.

Her heart raced as she turned her head slightly to catch his gaze. There was that fire in his eyes, a look that made her feel equal parts powerful and utterly at his mercy.

“Go on, princess,” he said lowly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, Aaron turned YN around, pressing her back against the door. His broad frame loomed over her, dark eyes burning with the kind of intensity that made her thighs clench together. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating off his body, his hands already gripping her waist like he couldn’t wait another second.

“You got what you wanted, didn’t you?” he growled, his voice low and rough, vibrating in her chest. His hand slipped down to grip her ass firmly, pulling her flush against him, letting her feel the hard evidence of her earlier teasing.

“Daddy all alone, all to yourself,” he continued, his tone laced with both frustration and hunger. His lips brushed against her ear, his breath hot and teasing. “Pulling those little stunts earlier… making your dirty little comments, bending over like that. You got me so fucking hard in front of our friends.”

Her breath hitched, her body tingling with equal parts anticipation and nervous excitement.

“You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over the table and tear your ass up right there,” he growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. “Should’ve shown them what a real slut looks like. My slut.”

The word sent a jolt through her, her knees threatening to buckle under the weight of his dominance. She whimpered softly, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt as she looked up at him through wide, needy eyes.

“You wanted this, princess,” Aaron continued, his hand moving up to cup her face, forcing her to look at him. “You think you’re ready for everything you’ve been begging for?”

“On your knees for me, baby. You know the game already—time to deal with the problem you made.”

Aaron’s voice was low, steady, but carried an edge of command that sent a thrill racing through her. She sank to the floor without hesitation, her breath quickening as she looked up at him. The view above was dizzying—his broad chest rising and falling, his dark, muscular arms flexing as he worked the buttons of his trousers at an agonisingly slow pace.

He radiated power, pure and unrestrained, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away as he pulled himself free, his thick, glistening length standing proud. A bead of liquid pooled at the tip, threatening to spill, and she moved without thought, her lips parting as she surged forward to catch it before it was wasted.

“Greedy little thing,” he chuckled darkly, the sound rough and pleased as he widened his stance. His fingers slid into her curls, tangling there, as he guided her to him. “That’s it, princess. Take Daddy’s dick like the good girl I know you are.”

The warmth of her mouth wrapped around him, hot and eager, and Aaron groaned, his head falling back as a shiver ran through his body. She worked him with precision and desperation, her tongue swirling over the sensitive head before taking him deeper, the sheer weight of him on her tongue making her core tighten.

Her nails gripped his thighs for support as she bobbed her head, hollowing her cheeks with every pull. He hissed at the sensation, his free hand curling into a fist at his side as her pace quickened, her determination to please evident in every movement.

“Fuck, mama,” he growled, his voice strained, his body trembling slightly as her lips worked magic. “That mouth of yours�� you’re going to make me lose it.”

“Are you ready for me to make you feel good?” he asked, his voice low, a dark promise in the words. She mumbled a garbled ‘yes’ around him, the vibration sending a jolt through him.

He smirked, his hand coming up to slap her cheek with a quick, sharp motion. “Don’t you know it’s rude to talk with your mouth full?” he teased, a smug smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

With a sudden pull, he withdrew himself from her mouth, the sound of the pop echoing in the charged air between them.

“Bed. Now,” he commanded, his tone cold and authoritative. Without even sparing her another glance, he turned away, pulling off the rest of his clothing with slow, deliberate movements, his eyes set on the bed.

The mirror was conveniently positioned for moments like this—face down, ass up, legs spread just enough, and eyes locked in. That’s how Aaron liked her: presented, prepared, and ready to take everything he gave. Y/N’s perfect arch highlighted the curve of her back, every inch of her body a work of art meant to be admired and claimed.

She began to regret ditching her panties earlier in the night. Maybe she could have used those extra seconds of slipping them off to brace herself for what was coming. The cool air brushed against her bare skin, adding to her anticipation, her slick thighs betraying how much she wanted him.

The bed dipped behind her, signaling Aaron’s presence. His movements were slow and deliberate, his towering figure closing in on her reflection in the mirror. She followed his every step, every calculated motion that made her nerves alight with electricity.

"God, just look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, eyes burning with intent.

Then came the first smack—a sharp sting across her ass that echoed in the room and had her gasping, her body jolting forward slightly. The force left her speechless for a moment, the pain a shock to her system, but her pussy clenched in response, desperate for more.

His laughing bearing no humour filled the room as he smoothed a large hand over the reddened spot. "You’re gonna count to ten for me, Princess. Loud and clear. Got it?"

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, her voice laced with desire and submission.

With each strike, her voice grew shakier, but she obediently counted, the mixture of pain and pleasure building to a maddening crescendo. By the final number, tears streaked her makeup, her lips swollen from biting back moans, her chest heaving with shallow breaths.

Aaron’s gaze softened as he took her in—flustered and utterly perfect, his Princess. “That’s my good girl,” he praised, his voice like velvet as he bent down to kiss the marks his hands left behind. His touch shifted to something gentler, soothing the stinging skin as he whispered against her. “You were so patient for me. I’ll make it all better now, baby. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.”

Aaron’s grip on her hips was punishing, his fingers digging into her flesh, holding her in place as if she’d dare to escape—not that she could even if she tried. Each stroke was deliberate, deep, and devastating, his hips snapping with a rhythm that left her crying out into the sheets.

“Are you gonna tease me again, huh?” His voice was rough, a low growl vibrating through her. Each word was punctuated by a thrust that knocked the air from her lungs. “Or are you finally gonna use your words like a big girl?”

Her head lolled forward, barely able to hold herself up as the relentless pounding scrambled her thoughts. She opened her mouth, but nothing coherent came out—just desperate, breathless gasps that only seemed to amuse him.

“Uh uh,” Aaron rasped, slowing his movements just enough to make her whimper in frustration. He leaned down, his chest pressing against her back as his breath fanned over her ear. “Closed mouths don’t get fed, baby. Talk to Daddy.”

“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, her voice trembling as she clung to the sheets. “I won’t—won’t tease you again—oh God, Daddy, please—”

“Please what?” His hips stilled entirely, his thick length buried to the hilt and throbbing inside her. “You don’t seem so confident now, do you? Where’s all that energy from earlier, huh?”

“Please don’t stop!” she begged, tears of desperation pooling in her eyes as she tried to push back against him, but his grip on her hips was unyielding.

He chuckled darkly, a sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Oh, don’t worry, princess. Stopping was never an option. But I will make sure you remember who’s in charge.”

And with that, he resumed his brutal pace, his thrusts merciless as her cries of pleasure filled the room. The obscene sound of their bodies colliding only spurred him on, and when she tried to muffle her screams by burying her face in the pillow, Aaron wasn’t having it.

“Let me hear you,” he commanded, yanking her head back by her hair. “Let the whole damn block know who’s fucking you like this.”

Her response was an unintelligible mix of moans and cries as her body tensed, trembling on the edge of release. Sensing how close she was, Aaron reached around to find her swollen clit, his rough fingers circling the sensitive nub with just enough pressure to send her hurtling over the edge.

Her climax hit her like a freight train, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She screamed his name, her nails clawing at the sheets, and Aaron didn’t let up, riding her through it with a feral intensity.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, his tone softening for a brief moment as he kissed the back of her neck. “Taking everything I give you like the good little slut you are.”

But before she could catch her breath, he flipped her onto her back, her legs thrown over his broad shoulders as he leaned down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. “We’re not done yet, mama,” he murmured against her lips. “Not until I’m satisfied.”

He thrust back into her, deeper this time, and her overstimulated body arched off the bed as the sensation bordered on too much. “Daddy, I—” she tried, but the words were lost as another scream ripped from her throat.

“That’s it,” Aaron groaned, his pace quickening as he chased his own release. “Take it all. Take every last fucking drop.”

When he finally came, it was with a guttural moan that sent shivers down her spine. He buried himself deep, his warmth spilling inside her as his body trembled against hers. For a moment, the room was silent except for their ragged breathing, their bodies tangled together in the aftermath.

Aaron leaned down to kiss her forehead, his thumb brushing away the tears that streaked her cheeks. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice filled with adoration. “But don’t think for a second I’m letting you off easy next time.”

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[ask-eden]

(( late reblog

But WAAAAAAAAA!!!

THIS IS?? SO GOOD!!

MY MC’STINKY WITH FRIES!!!

THANK YOU QUIN I LOVE IT!! THANK YOU WEHHHH

♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ 💃 ))

I can’t fix him but I sure can draw him all pretty and cool

@ask-eden

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Santa Baby

pairing: pedro pascal x f! popstar girlfriend

The stage was bathed in warm, festive light as snowflakes made of glitter descended from the rafters. The audience buzzed with excitement, eagerly awaiting the star of the night. Y/N’s highly anticipated Christmas special was live, showcasing her new holiday album. Fans worldwide tuned in to witness her performance, and among them was her proudest supporter her boyfriend-turned-fiancé, Pedro Pascal, seated in the front row.

Y/N’s voice soared through classic carols and original songs, each note wrapping the room in holiday magic. Dressed in a red velvet gown that shimmered under the lights, she was the picture of festive elegance. Her diamond necklace sparkled with every turn, but her smile was the true showstopper. Pedro leaned forward in his seat, utterly entranced, his warm brown eyes never leaving her.

Then came the moment that would be talked about for weeks. The band struck up the jazzy, slinky notes of Santa Baby, and the audience erupted into cheers. The curtains parted to reveal Y/N in a dazzling new outfit: a fitted red velvet bodice trimmed with soft white fur, paired with thigh-high boots and a sparkling Santa hat. She strutted across the stage, microphone in hand, her playful grin promising something extraordinary.

Pedro chuckled as she made eye contact with him, her flirty energy aimed directly his way. He shook his head, already knowing she was about to steal the show.

Her sultry voice filled the air:

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me…

The crowd swayed along, their energy building with every lyric. Y/N’s performance was captivating, her charm impossible to resist. Pedro’s grin grew wider as she playfully gestured toward him during the bridge:

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight.

The audience roared with laughter and applause at her antics. Pedro, his face beaming with pride, clapped along, his eyes shining with admiration. But then, the atmosphere shifted as she reached the iconic line:

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing a ring…

Y/N paused dramatically, her voice trailing off as she raised her left hand. The spotlight caught it, making the enormous diamond engagement ring glitter like the North Star. Gasps and cheers erupted from the crowd, and Pedro froze, caught completely off guard. For a moment, he looked stunned, but then his face broke into the most radiant smile, his eyes glassy with emotion.

The cameras panned to him, capturing his reaction as he stood, clapping and laughing, his expression one of pure love and pride. Y/N flashed him a cheeky grin, finishing the line with a twist:

…and I don’t mean on the phone!

The theater exploded with applause. Y/N gave a playful twirl, blowing Pedro a kiss and mouthing, I love you. He returned it with a blown kiss of his own, shaking his head as if to say, You’re unbelievable.

By the time Y/N finished her set, the news had already gone viral. Social media lit up with clips of the performance, fans gushing over her flawless vocals and Pedro’s swooning reaction. Headlines blared:

“Pop Star Y/N Drops Engagement Bombshell During Christmas Special!”

“Pedro Pascal and Y/N Are Officially Engaged And It’s the Holiday Surprise We Didn’t Know We Needed!”

The next morning, Pedro sat on the couch, scrolling through endless memes of his smitten expression. Y/N curled up beside him under a cozy blanket, her engagement ring catching the morning light.

“You really couldn’t wait to tell the world, huh?” he teased, showing her a tweet comparing him to a love-struck Hallmark movie character.

“What can I say?” she replied with a smirk. “I like making a statement.”

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Good. I want everyone to know I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Her smile softened as she laced her fingers with his. “Merry Christmas, Pedro.”

“Merry Christmas, future Mrs. Pascal.”

That evening, as the snow continued to drift softly outside, they decided to celebrate their engagement with a romantic soak in the outdoor hot tub. The steam swirled into the crisp winter air, and the glow of the nearby fire pit illuminated the space, casting flickering shadows over the snow-covered patio.

Y/N stepped out onto the deck, wrapped in a plush robe, her cheeks rosy from the cold. Pedro was already in the tub, leaning back against the edge with his arms sprawled out, the muscles of his chest glistening from the rising steam. His dark eyes fixed on her with a heat that rivaled the bubbling water.

“Come on in, future Mrs. Pascal,” he teased, his voice low and inviting.

Y/N smirked, dropping the robe to reveal her figure in a deep red bikini that matched the festive mood of the weekend. Pedro’s breath hitched, his gaze dragging over her like she was the only thing in the world.

“You’re staring,” she said playfully as she descended into the water, the warmth enveloping her instantly.

“Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice rough as he pulled her closer the moment she settled in. “Look at you. You’re stunning.”

She slid onto his lap, her legs straddling his waist, and wrapped her arms around his neck. The contrast of the hot water and the cool winter air made her shiver slightly, but Pedro’s hands on her hips quickly warmed her up.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Pascal,” she murmured, trailing her fingers along his jawline.

Pedro chuckled, but it quickly turned into a groan when her lips brushed against his. The kiss started slow, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened as the tension between them simmered into something hotter than the water surrounding them. His hands roamed her back, sliding lower as he held her firmly against him.

“You know,” he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire, “you completely ruined me last night with that performance.”

“Good,” she whispered, biting her lip as she looked at him. “I wanted to drive you crazy.”

“Mission accomplished,” he said, his grip tightening as he kissed her again, his lips moving down to her neck, trailing over her collarbone.

“Pedro,” she breathed, her voice a mix of a plea and a tease.

He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his dark eyes blazing. “Say it again,” he murmured.

“Pedro,” she repeated, her hands framing his face as her lips brushed against his in the faintest of kisses.

“No,” he whispered, his smirk returning as his hands dipped into the water, pulling her closer. “The other thing. The thing I’ve been waiting to hear all day.”

She smiled, her heart thundering in her chest. “I love you, future husband.

Pedro’s laughter rumbled through the air before he captured her lips again, the kiss slow, sensual, and filled with the kind of love that made the world stand still. And as snowflakes melted on their heated skin, they knew this was the start of a holiday season they’d never forget.

[deadsetobsessions]

“I think I’m going to move to Gotham,” Jazz’s tapped away at her laptop, clicking through her college acceptance letters. Danny sat up from where he was scrolling through his phone and stared at her. “Thoughts?”

“And prayers,” he sassed. “Because you’re going to need them. Why the would you pick Gotham when Harvard accepted you?”

“Gotham has Arkham. And Doctor Quinzel.”

“Isn’t she Harley Quinn? The Crime Princess of Gotham?”

“Yeah, and an acclaimed psychologist with hundreds of published work that revolutionized the mental health field! Sure, she’s more criminally inclined now, but I’d kill to pick her brains.”

Danny grinned. “Interesting word choice. You’d fit right in. It’s just weird that all of their psychologists turned into villains.”

“Okay, but I won’t. You’d stop me.”

“Or I’d join you,” Danny rolled back onto the floor.

“Don’t you dare, Daniel Fenton. You’d better stop me if I went villain.”

“But I feel like you’d have a pretty good reason for it though?”

“I appreciate the trust, dumbass, but I’m always this close to loosing it.” Jazz rolled her eyes as she jabbed a finger at Danny.

“Hah! You’ll fit right into Gotham!”

Jazz hummed. “So, Gotham?”

“Yeah, why not?”

——

“Danny!”

“Little busy!” Danny dodged a blast from a GIW agent.

“Why’d you pick up, then?”

“You don’t call often- hey, can you guys knock it off? I’m on a call!” Danny shouted. Surprisingly the agents stopped.

“Woah. You guys actually stopped?”

“We’re anti-ghost, not rude cavemen. Finish your call, Phantom, so we can get back to capturing you.” The agent with red hair said. Her partner nodded their head.

“Riiiight.” Phantom floated away a bit. “What did you want to talk about?” He asked Jazz.

“So, Dr. Quinzel-”

Danny heard a further off “Call me Harley, darling!”

“Harley,” Jazz continued seamlessly. “Is dating Ivy, a meta! Which, totally cute and their relationship is so healthy. Goals, honestly-”

Danny heard another far off comment, “Awe, thanks, Jazzy-wazzy!”

“But long story short, they got in touch with the Justice League about the GIW and they’re getting pulled back! And disbanded! Are you fighting the agents? Can you see if they’ve got the order to pull back?”

“Wait, seriously?” Danny perked up, the exhaustion from the fight all but gone. “I’ll ask.”

Danny turned to the two agents, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Hey! Did you guys get orders to stop hunting me? I heard the Justice League got involved.”

“What? We didn’t-”

“Shit, wait, we got orders.” Her partner jabbed their phone at her.

“Fuck. This isn’t over, Phantom!”

“Yeah, yeah! Shoo!” Danny watched them peel away. “Thanks, Jazz! Maybe I’ll finally get a peaceful school year.”

“R.I.P.” Jazz solemnly intoned.

“Dead-ass.” Danny replied, just as seriously before the both of them broke. Cackling, Danny said goodbye to Jazz.

“Maybe I should get some gifts? Hm… Undergrowth has some rare plants.” Danny muttered as he flew back home.