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iamgonnagetyouback · 3 months ago

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Ivyyyy! Congrats on 2k 🎉🙌🤍 you’re such a sweetheart and deserve all the love b! I’d love to request a teddy dust!! Ilyyy

🧸 Mattheo, sniffing their hair and complimenting the scent of their shampoo - but one day he notices it doesn’t smell cuz you ran out or something (hope that’s ok if I added a detail?) (from fluffy prompt list)

STAY IN THE LAVENDER SHAMPOO HAZE.⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ M. RIDDLE

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since you started dating mattheo, he’s been obsessed with the way you smell, always nuzzling into your hair like a love-drunk puppy. but when you run out of your shampoo, he grieves—all pouty lips and big doe eyes, clinging to you like it’s the end of the world, demanding extra kisses to to help him get through this trying time

WARNINGS ಇ. mattheo being a dramatic menace, excessive clinginess, sickeningly sweet fluff, and an overwhelming amount of affection—read at your own risk A/N ಇ. pizza!!! baby!!! ୨ৎ thank you so so much, you’re the sweetest ever ♡ i’m hugging you so tight!! ilyyyy ‹𝟹 nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

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You’re barely given a second to breathe before Mattheo is wrapping you up in his arms, pulling you close like you’re the most precious thing in the world. His face dips into your hair, just like always—except this time, he stills.

There’s silence. Then a confused little hum.

"Baby…?"

You peek up at him, resting your chin against his chest. "Hmm?"

His nose brushes over your head again, like he’s double-checking. Then he pulls back, eyes big and scandalized. "Angel. Where is it?"

You blink. "Where’s what?"

"Your smell." His hands find your waist, gripping gently. "You always smell like that vanilla peach shampoo—or the lavender one I like. But now…" He leans in, dramatically sniffing. "Nothing."

A laugh bubbles up in your chest. "I ran out."

He grips his chest like he’s been wounded. "You ran out of your shampoo?!"

"Yes, Theo, I—"

"This is a tragedy," he groans, flopping dramatically onto you, burying his face into your neck. "I have suffered a great loss."

You roll your eyes, even as warmth spreads through your chest. "It’s shampoo—"

"Don’t," he cuts you off, lifting his head just enough to give you the most betrayed look. "Don’t downplay my pain." His grip tightens around you. "You owe me for this."

You raise a brow. "Owe you?"

"Yes," he huffs, shifting to cage you beneath him, completely unbothered by your unimpressed expression. "Reparations, angel. Compensation. I demand at least—" he pauses, then smirks, "—ten kisses to make up for it."

You let out an incredulous laugh. "You’re blackmailing me for affection?"

He grins, all dimples and mischief. "Gotta cope somehow, baby."

You roll your eyes. "It’s just shampoo, Theo—"

"Just shampoo?" He cuts you off, tilting your chin up so you’re forced to look at him. His thumb strokes your cheek, gaze soft but so dramatic. "No, no, angel. This is a personal tragedy. A great loss. I’m in mourning."

You giggle, shoving at his chest. "You’re ridiculous."

"And you love me for it," he grins, dimples showing. Then, before you can escape, he’s nuzzling into your neck, lips ghosting over your skin as he hums. "Guess I’ll just have to make up for it by keeping you right here. All day. No leaving. No running away from my love."

You squeal when he lifts you effortlessly, spinning you in the air before landing on the couch, arms locked around you like a human-sized koala. "Mattheo!"

"Shhh, baby," he hums, tucking you beneath him, completely unbothered. "Let me love you through this trying time."

Before you can protest, he’s nudging his nose against your cheek, voice dropping into something softer, more honeyed. "Come on," he coaxes, lips grazing your jawline, "how am I supposed to survive without my daily dose of my baby smelling all sweet? You gotta make it up to me somehow."

Your heart melts. He’s so ridiculous. But he’s also warm, and soft, and looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky just for him.

With an exasperated sigh (that is definitely fake), you cup his face, pulling him down to press a kiss against his lips.

He hums, pleased, but then you feel his smirk return.

"That’s one," he murmurs. "Nine more to go, angel."

You groan, but you’re already smiling.

Mattheo always wins.

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httpsserene · 3 months ago

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hi! could i please have #5 and #33 from the established relationship prompt list with Oscar? would be fun to read him learn a curly hair routine and/or style it! 🤍

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#5. learning how to do your hair. #33. becoming your shadow and following you around the entire day. fem!black!reader x oscar piastri

You came to terms with Oscar following you around like a duckling when he asked if he could keep you company during your bath.

You assumed this meant that he would join you in the bathtub, but you could only blink in bewilderment as he lowered himself to sit criss-cross-applesauce on the bath mat and asked to hold your hand.

The Australian draws circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, sitting quietly while you soak in the bath, busying himself with reading the ingredients list on your shampoo bottle. Your heart twists at how painfully cute his clingy behavior has been today, unable to stop yourself from leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. He makes a soft noise of confusion before brushing his lips against your joined hands in reciprocation.

Muffling a scream in your chest at how adorable he’s being, you focus on your current dilemma. How are you supposed to detangle your hair with one hand?

“Baby,” you speak softly, “I’m going to need my hand back to comb my hair in a couple minutes.”

“Can I do it?” Oscar asks.

It’s not like you were going to say no to the opportunity of having somebody else deal with detangling your curls, but seeing the genuine glee that sparked in his brown eyes at the chance to perform an act of service was more than enough to get you to agree.

As you divide your hair into manageable sections, you explain the proper way to detangle your hair. It’s necessary for him to keep your hair as wet as possible and to lather each section with a healthy amount of your detangling conditioner. He smoothly gets into the rhythm of gently separating the clumps of your curls with his fingers before gently teasing the knots out from bottom to top with the wide tooth comb.

Oscar’s so careful of the strength he applies that the detangling process feels like a scalp massage, the pain you usually feel when another person works on your tender-headed scalp is nowhere to be found. The two of you are wrapped in comfortable silence as he works through each section, the only sounds being the comb running through your curls and the ripples of the bath water when you shift in the tub.

“All done,” he murmurs, and you wish that it would’ve taken him longer.

Without being told, Oscar stands to grab the detachable shower head, turning it on to a comfortable temperature before moving to rinse out the conditioner. Shivers run down your spine at the water running over your scalp and you can’t help the audible sigh of pleasure that slips from your lips.

“What’s next?” He asks as he scrunches the excess water out, the two words are all you need to hear to know that’s how he’s signed away the rest of his afternoon to learn your curly hair routine.

Out of the bath, dried-off, lotioned, and clothed, you have Oscar carry all of the necessary hair products into the bedroom. You direct him to sit in front of the floor length mirror with you, your towel wrapped around your shoulders to prevent any product stains on your shirt.

He huffs in offense when you start to tell him the order the products are applied in, “I watch you do your hair all the time—of course, I know what order they go in.”

It’s really your fault that you assumed he didn’t, he’s the most observant person you know. He works the lightweight cream through your curls in small parts, randomly getting distracted every now and then by pulling a coil to its straightened length and watching it bounce back. He rakes the styling jelly in, following your direction to twirl any unruly strands of hair around his finger to guide them back into their pattern, commenting about how stubborn some pieces of hair are. Oscar learns that some strands are going to lay wherever they want to when he finishes scrunching the holding foam into the ends.

You laugh, “Be glad I didn’t make you finger curl each separate strand. Doing that really makes me wish I had somebody else doing my hair for me all the time.”

He wipes his hands with the corner of the towel, humming understandingly. “I know I’m not around on every wash day, but when I am—I’d love it if you allowed me to do your hair for you.”

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dmitriene · 2 years ago

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The dimly lit bar was buzzing with conversations and clinking glasses as you and your colleagues from the Raccoon City Police Department gathered for your usual weekend relaxation.

Among them was Leon Kennedy, a fresh faced rookie recently assigned to your department, who stood out not only for his boyish charm, but also for his charming shyness.

Leon, despite his inexperience, was never afraid to offer you your morning coffee or join the team for a drink after a long week, and it was during these outings that you noticed something peculiar.

His usually confident demeanor was lost when he was around you — he'd blush, a soft pink tinting his cheeks, and sometimes dart off suddenly, leaving you bewildered.

As the shots flowed freely throughout that night, Leon's cheeks grew redder by the minute and you couldn't help but notice how he kept sneaking glances in your direction only to look away when your eyes met his.

It tugged at your heart, a nagging worry that perhaps you had been too harsh on him.

Then it happened.

After a few shots, his head gently found its place on your shoulder, you looked at his tousled top of blond hair and gently ran your fingers through it, and apologizing to your colleagues, you announced that you would take Leon home before heading off yourself.

Outside in the cool night air, you led Leon towards the parking lot, the worry in his behavior weighing on you and you decided to solve this problem as quickly as possible, verbally — «Leon, is everything okay?» you asked, your voice filled with worry.

He hesitated for a moment, muttering something under his breath, barely audible, and you frowned, but then he suddenly raised his head and, with a sharp breath, blurted out — «I… I like you» he bit his lip and turned away, anticipation of refusal visible in his eyes.

You couldn't help but smile warmly upon hearing his confession — «Leon» you said quietly, causing him to tense up even more, as if preparing to bolt from the car.

But instead, you leaned closer, gently cupped his face in your hands, and kissed him softly on the cheek — «I like you too» you whispered, causing his blue eyes to widen in surprise before a warm blush spread across his cheeks.

— «Let's take you home, shall we?»

A small smile of relief tugged at the corners of Leon's lips as he nodded, his cheeks still flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and happiness.

You started the car and as you drove through the quiet streets, his head rested on your shoulder, a quiet but comforting acknowledgment of the connection that had just deepened between you.

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shokosbunny · 10 months ago

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rexxdjarin · 1 year ago

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A Twisted Fantasy

Commander Wolffe x F!Reader One Shot

Summary: Wolffe is a little (a lot) pent up and he knows only one way to truly unwind until he can get home to you. Word Count: 2k Chapter Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ RATING, dom!Wolffe (is there any other kind lol?), p in v sex, light bdsm themes and spanking, male masturbation reference Notes: I was inspired by our boy finally posting tf up in the trailer🤍 crossposted on ao3

My head is fucking pounding.

Wolffe thought.

Probably atmospheric changes bothering my eye again.

As their transport hurtled through hyperspace back home to the Triple Zero, he was truly just thankful to be on solid ground and in breathable air. On extended tours like this, Wolffe was always on edge and testy. He missed the comforts of his barracks back home. He missed nights off at 79s with his brothers. Most of all, he missed her.

It had been so long he could barely detect the scent of her on the panties he kept from his last time with her. So many long rotations of burying his nose in them hoping they’d help him get off. Though, it was less and less satisfying the more he messed with them. With his mission completed and his squad probably recharging in the mess, he probably had time to ease his tension the best way he knew how.

Wolffe switched off the nav he was only casually following their course on and stood up. He glanced around the room only finding it filled with the men who should be on duty tonight. With a curt nod, he turned on his boot heel and left the room.

Tension pricked up his spine as the anticipation built up for his favorite night time activity. Well second-favorite. He reasoned with himself. As he marched down the hall toward his quarters, he scowled the way he always did when he needed to signal to his men to leave him be. The few he did see as he passed by clearly got the message, as they did nothing more than salute formally and go about their business.

Good. He could only wait so long to take the edge off.

His fists clenched so hard that his knuckles cracked beneath his gloves as the thought of her seeped deeper into his mind. How she blinks up at him like a tempting little vulptex when she wants him. The soft petal colored lips he can kiss whenever he wants to quiet her bold mouth. The wafting floral scent that drenches him in her for rotations afterwards. He fucking needed her.

He shook himself from his daydreaming as he approached his quarters. Urgently he entered his chaincode and stepped inside, sealing it shut behind him. He let his shoulders sag and tipped his head back, sighing dramatically at the relief flooding him already. In a flash, he set his helmet on his equipment crate and shucked the rest of his armor onto the floor beside it, stripping himself down to his black bodyglove.

His muscles screamed with overuse and the ache behind his eyes became even more noticeable without the excess weight of his helmet on his head. He eased himself down into bed and slumped into his pillow. The rest was soothing, even on the shitty excuse for a mattress they were all given. In a few moments, he was finally comfortable again.

Although, as the post-mission tension he had been feeling subsided, the overwhelming urge of sexual frustration rose to take its place. His body had already decided this was impossible to ignore, his cock hardening between his legs with every second that passed. The dull ache gave way to the familiar loaded throb that he’d come to welcome in his adulthood. It grounded him and gave him something to look forward to when he returned from a mission.

He sighed with satisfaction as he peeled down the waistband of his bottoms and let his now uncomfortably stiff cock fly up. He let out a huff, wrapping his hand around the base and giving it the gentlest tug to get himself started. The mission, the stress, the pain all melted away as he began a slow rhythm he liked.

His mind wandered and thoughts of her poured in, like they always did. One dirty little thought in particular began forming. He couldn’t remember if he had dreamed this once before or if it really happened, but it excited him either way…

Her body splayed out on his dark gray sheets, the fabric pooling around her waist and hiding just enough of her breasts to keep things entertaining. He always loved how she looked from behind for obvious reasons, but from this vantage point above her he felt powerful. She looked so unsuspecting and helpless, like prey just waiting to be pounced on.

His cock twitched and bounced with excitement from above her, knowing mere moments from now he’d get to fill her up with it. She looked back at him almost in desperation, her eyes begging him more than her words ever could.

Wolffe chuckled sadistically, slowly easing himself down to press his chest to her back. She keened for him, her back arching to brush skin to skin the way she craved. She turned her face hoping he would give her the mercy of a few fervent kisses, but not tonight. He couldn’t. His cock was throbbing so hard it hurt.

He leaned closer, pressing featherlight kisses up her shoulder blade to the side of her neck. Grunting and swearing as he let his hips grind against her ass. She felt so good against him, her skin so soft and warm receiving him as he brushed himself against her lewdly. Teasing himself was torturous, but he enjoyed a little of that now and again. Certainly drove her crazy though.

Each roll of his hips brushed hers deeper into the mattress beneath her and massaged her clit perfectly. The sound of her gasping and whimpering for more only made him want to go faster. Her hands reached back to grip into his curls and the tugging at his scalp made heat course down Wolffe’s spine like nothing else.

Fuck. He swore, countering with a love bite in the crook of her neck that everyone would see in the morning. She moaned and pulled tighter making his skin erupt in goosebumps at both the sensation and the sound of her pleasure. She trembled beneath his weight, probably already close to cumming from the friction alone. She was like that when he was gone for a long time, anything he did made her insatiable and it made the sex unreal.

He suckled deep hickies into the thin skin around her jaw and teased her mercilessly as she moaned pitifully for him. He didn’t care. He was impatient and in control and he needed her wet, so she could take all of him easily. He rutted his hips between her cheeks over and over again, holding his hands around her ribcage to hold her steady beneath him.

Wolffe kissed up to her ear, his hands slotting into the dip of her waist to hold her as he slowed his grinding. “Are you ready to take me, darling?” he muttered softly, grazing the shell of her ear with his teeth. “I won’t be gentle, but I can’t wait anymore.”

She mewled pathetically, “I’m ready. I need you. Please, Wolffe.” The sound of his name in her little desperate moan made him snap. With a kiss to her shoulder, he lifted himself back over her and spread her thighs apart. Sticky warmth coated her inner thighs and he groaned as he slid his length through it with ease.

His eyes fluttered as he prodded at her entrance, the head slipping through and splitting her open as he followed through. Wolffe hissed, her heat searing pleasure through him instantly. He snapped a few shallow thrusts to part her walls around him and she cried out moans that would keep Wolffe stimulated for years.

As her walls enveloped him, he started his grueling rhythm, his hips plowing into her as deep and as hard as he could. He growled in satisfaction, the burning heat swelling in his lower belly sending him into a frenzy. “You take me so fucking good.” He capped his compliment with a swift smack to her ass.

She swallowed her cries, curling her fingers into his sheets and nodding vigorously. “Always, Sir. Always.” She raised her hips, giving him a better angle, which he took immediate advantage of. He wrapped both his large hands around the small of her waist for better leverage and shoved himself deeper inside her.

“Awwh, that’s a good girl.” He gritted his teeth, her grip on him tightening markedly at his claim. “So fucking tight I can barely move. You missed me, haven’t you? Need me to come home and open you up just like this.” He laughed, letting his strokes shorten as he rocked into her a little harder.

“Mhm. It’s not the…same…without you, Sir.” she muttered, turning to scream into the mattress as he sped up. Wolffe shifted to curl his hands into the nape of her neck and turned her head away from the muffling covers of his barracks bed.

“Ah ah, let them all hear you say that, darling.” He curled his hand into her hair and twisted it around his wrist, pulling just enough to feel good. “Give me a little something to be proud of.” he huffed, the exertion admittedly starting to get to him too. His skin was boiling hot, a sheen of sweat coating his entire body as he slipped against hers. Her ass bounced against him, slapping against his thighs as he pounded her into the mattress beneath them.

“Fuck me, Wolffe.” she begged, her hands frantically searching for grip as he hit a spot inside her that made her scramble. “Right there, again. Harder…I can take it, Commander.” she baited him, rolling her hips back into him.

Wolffe dropped down to rest on his forearms and let himself press his body into hers. She writhed beneath him as his cock speared into her at a lower angle. Her walls fluttered around him and Wolffe knew from experience she wouldn’t last much longer. He groaned lowly as his own orgasm began creeping up on him too.

He bit down on her shoulder and let his hips drive as fast and deep as he could manage. “Know just how you like it, filthy girl. Fast and rough. Let me do whatever I want to you…” he grunted between exerted exhales as he kept up his pace. Her moans got breathier and she nodded in agreement. “Let me ruin this little cunt for anyone else but me.”

She cried out a pitiful “Yes.” Wolffe felt her muscles beginning to tense and her walls collapsing around him. His throbbing cock was suffocating inside her and he shuddered as pleasure began its slow trickle down the length of his own body. He could no longer control the snapping of his hips, the air in his lungs or the strength of his bruising grip on her perfect body.

His ears filled with the delightful repetitive “Yes, yes….yes, Wolffe…fuck, yes.” Her soft curves and sweat-slick skin pressed against his, her walls trapping his cock in her warmth, her face frozen in permanent ecstasy as the high crashed into her. He pressed his forehead into her shoulder and pulled her hips into his as he locked in, shuddering from head to toe as the crest of his own orgasm dragged him under.

His groans died in his throat as he emptied each spurt of pleasure inside her. He lost count of how many times he shot molten hot ribbons into her heat. He panted, the overwhelming pleasure leaving him so delightfully and completely spent. He collapsed on top of her, rolling them both over to cuddle her close while he regained his ability to breathe.

Wolffe let his large palm rest on the soft plush of her lower belly, just over where he’d filled her completely full of him. She was already asleep, far too tired to stay conscious after something as intense as they usually were together. He’d hold her close and keep her safe, even if she wasn’t awake to experience it, for as long as she needed him…

He blinked away the haze of orgasm and came to with a mess on his hands. With the headache and all the tension completely gone, the pull of sleep was inevitable, finally. He cleaned himself off and laid back into bed, knowing that by the time he woke up in 0600 hours he could make that fantasy a reality all over again.

notes: hi I love him your honor I will probably add taglist and upload to ao3 later but I just wanted to get this posted bc im excited about it.

#commander wolffe #commander wolffe smut #commander wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander wolffe nsft #the clones #the clones smut #the bad batch

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thejewitches · 2 years ago

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Shana Tovah U’Metuka! 🪞

A gut gebensht yor! 🤍

Anyada buena, dulce i alegre! ✨

Soli nav mo(bo)rak boshad! 🕯️

May you have a year of wonder, magic, and justice; fill yourself with the syrup of ecstasy, leisure in the bounty of Oneness; endless.

What are some of your wishes for your New Year?

What will your celebrations look like?

What is your menu for tonight?

#jewish #jewitches #judaism #jumblr #rosh hashanah

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iamgonnagetyouback · 1 month ago

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Hi again ivy! I’d love to request a fairy arrow 🏹 peferred fandom is ofc hp and the sb 🥰 I love listening to music my top fav thing fr, cats, I like dancing wildly in a club 🙂‍↕️ painting and creating crafts for friends. Dislikes: I’m a picky eater so there’s a lot (mushrooms unless in like a dumpling, seafood) when I’m in a hurry I can’t stand slow walkers, quirks, I sleep talk lmfao, I am super forgetful and oblivious, I am a big extrovert but just for one day like I can’t really do sleepovers or trips away without getting in a slump mood. Fav music is so much omg, Charlixcx, Gracie, been loving some old 90s rap recently. and I like a range of clothes from baggy jorts/jeans and tiny tops, to wearing bows and headbands in my hair with boots or sneakers. Ah this is so long 💀 thank you anyway pookie! am always in awe of talented pooks who can do these personalized things so kisses 🤍🩵

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀────۶ৎ lorenzo berkshire

hii pizza!!! tysm for the request and for your lovely words. i loved doing this for you ♡

nav. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2k celebration. ⠀

lorenzo berkshire. your personal hype man

°‧ʚଓ⋆ ༊·˚࿔*:･ he’s so soft for for your cat. if you have a cat, congratulations, it’s now his cat too

°‧ʚଓ⋆ ༊·˚࿔*:･ he’s adding all your favorite songs to a playlist called for the coolest person i know (yes, that’s you). don’t be surprised when he’s singing along to every track you play

°‧ʚଓ⋆ ༊·˚࿔*:･ he lives for your sleep talking. absolutely will have a full conversation with you while you’re asleep and then quote you the next day

°‧ʚଓ⋆ ༊·˚࿔*:･ forgetful & oblivious? he remembers things for you. appointments, where you put your keys, what you were talking about five minutes ago—he’s got it covered

°‧ʚଓ⋆ ༊·˚࿔*:･ extrovert but only for a day? he gets it. “big day yesterday, huh?” he’ll bring you snacks, put on your favorite movie, and let you recharge without making a big deal out of it

°‧ʚଓ⋆ ༊·˚࿔*:･ painting & crafts? he will sit and watch you work like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. sometimes, he’ll join in, making the ugliest craft ever, just to make you laugh. “this is modern art, babe.”

°‧ʚଓ⋆ ༊·˚࿔*:･ overall? this boy thinks you’re the most fun, most stylish, most wonderful person ever. he’s absolutely smitten and and he makes sure everyone knows it

#𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ivy's 2k celebration ༊·˚#𓇢𓆸 fairy's arrow 🏹.ᐟ #divider creds : bambicito #divider by anitalenia #lorenzo berkshire x you #lorenzo berkshire fluff #lorenzo berkshire x reader #lorenzo berkshire headcanons #enzo berkshire #enzo berkshire fluff #enzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire x you #enzo berkshire headcanons #lorenzo berkshire

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httpsserene · 3 months ago

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hi can i please send a request for the kink list rating? for franco, oscar, charles, lewis and carlos with begging. also congrats on 3k!

🧽🪣 would you like a complimentary car wash? — send me any five (5) drivers and one (1) kink from this list, and i will rank the drivers in order of who i think is most to least likely to participate/avoid, or love/hate that kink !!! each driver will have a small blurb written xxx

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. this one is a lil shorter but i think it's actually better quality? don't ask mehow i wrote this in the middle of my 9 am lecture...i'm not proud of that either. happy 3k🤍 lovely !!! tysm for requesting xxx

⌕ 3k v-day celly nav | all 3k requests | main nav | table of contents ↻

𝐦𝐭𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 fem!black!reader x cl. 16 | fc. 43 | lh. 44 | cs. 55 | op. 81 cw under the cut.

implied bdsm dynamics. teasing. overstimulation. hinting at the existence of a safeword in carlos'. charles' praise kink. oscar is a lil weird maybe. sir kink for lewis...my fault y'all, i can't help it.

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Franco’s not going to give you what you want until you beg for it. He loves to watch you grow desperate, your voice whiny and eyes watery as he begins to tease you with the faintest brush of his thumb on your clit after he’s been shallowly thrusting two of his fingers within you nowhere near long enough to satisfy himself but for what feels like forever to you. Franco’s aiming to bring you to the point where his name becomes a synonym for please in your thesaurus. The purpose of his teasing behavior is to make you delirious with pleasure when he chooses to give it to you in full force—your orgasms are substantially more satisfying when he makes you earn it.

Carlos thinks there are very few things more attractive than you begging. He finds you endearing as you push at his chest, your voice slurring as you plead for him to give you a break, that you can’t take what he’s giving you. He knows you don’t mean it though, not yet, at least—because while your hands are half-heartedly trying to bat him away, your legs are locked around his waist, keeping him firmly pressed inside of you to disallow him from slipping away. Carlos gathers both of your wrists in one hand, pinning your arms above your head as he continues his deep grinding rhythm, muffling his rumbling groans into the crook of your neck—you know what word to use if you need him to stop. In the meantime, he’ll keep basking under the sound of your overwhelmed begs.

It depends—Charles doesn’t have sex with the intention of having you beg for him most times. Honestly, he prefers to make you forget how to speak during sex, he wants to hear you gasping for breath as he fucks the air out of your lungs. If you are going to say anything, let it satisfy his endless desire for praise. Tell him that he’s doing a good job, that he looks hot with his head between your legs—his praise kink wins over his begging kink any day. Occasionally, there are days where Charles is going to make you ride his thigh and keep you on the edge, your throat will ache from the amount of times you beg for him to let you cum—but, he’s not in the mood for that often.

Oscar doesn’t consider his particular affliction as a begging kink. With him, it’s more of a kink for good manners. It’s not like he’s making you ask his permission to do anything, no—it’s how you stare up at him with deceivingly innocent eyes right before you say, “Can I suck you off, please?” Or, “Oscar, I wanna ride your face, please?” It’s not like any man would deny any of your requests, but it’s how the word please sounds rolling off of your tongue—it has Oscar ready to do anything you ask of him. You think his arousal stemming from politeness fits his personality perfectly; he can only think it’s kind of embarrassing.

You’re going to be happy with what Lewis gives you. There’s no reason to beg because you know that he has your best interests at heart. Doesn’t he always deliver? You don’t have to worry about what you want because Lewis is going to give you what you need—your focus is to sit pretty while he handles the hard work. Let him eat you out to his heart’s content, let him mold your walls to the shape of his cock through numerous rounds of sex—All he wants to hear from you while he does it is, “Yes, sir,” and, “Thank you, sir.”

𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

#f1 x reader #f1 smut #f1 x black!reader #charles leclerc x reader #franco colapinto x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #carlos sainz jr x reader #oscar piastri x reader #charles leclerc smut #franco colapinto smut #lewis hamilton smut #carlos sainz jr smut #oscar piastri smut #f1 fic #f1 imagine #formula 1 smut #⋆⭒˚｡⋆. series special: formula 1 #httpss :// 3k vday celly.

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