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dolcekissy · 7 months ago

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disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes oral sex, and a lot of spit ;)

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you were bored ─ thumbs scrolling as you skipped through videos on tiktok. rafe invited you over just to chill in his bed and spend the night together, you loved spending time with rafe but you were fucking bored.

rafe laying down in his bed next to you, mindlessly scrolling through instagram ─ stopping to watch different reels and like pictures people posted. he stopped ─ his head snapping over to you and your phone when you gasped.

"oh my god! rafe look at this!" you shoved your phone in his face, showing him a video of a girl laughing with wide eyes ─ her mouth opened as saliva poured out of her mouth. "ew, what the fuck." he groaned out, his brows furrowing as he looked away.

"no way that shits real!" you laughed, clicking on the link to look at the little mints and reading the description. "we have to try these, that's so funny." you giggled, immediately adding it to your cart and purchasing it.

rafe scoffed and continued scrolling through his phone, "that shits not real ─ bet it's a scam or some shit."

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a few days passed and your package came in the mail, you excitedly opened it and texted rafe to pick you up. you were going to surprise him and try to get him to try them with you.

rafe had totally forgotten about them, so when you pulled out a little bright package he furrowed his brows at you ─ asking you what that is.

"it's those mint tablet things i showed you ─ the ones that make you drool a lot, told you we were trying them." you giggle, opening the package and popping one in your mouth.

"you've gotta be kidding me." rafe scoffed, he looked at the little package and read the strength ─ not even a minute later you're opening the car door and laughing as saliva starts dripping down your chin and onto the ground.

"rafe! oh my god look!" you step out of his car, holding your hair back with your hands as your mouth drips and pours. rafe shakes his head and gets out of the car, walking over to you as you look up at him with a laugh.

you stick your tongue out and watch your spit pour down onto the ground with wide eyes. his eyes widened and his dick is immediately hardening when your wide eyes meet his.

"how long does that last." he asked, trying to adjust his pants as you looked down at the ground glistening in your spit. you shrug with a laugh, "i dunno ─ they said people use this for cotton mouth but i bet people use it to suck dick."

he shook his head ─ watching you close your mouth for a moment before opening it again, spit pouring down your lips and chin. you look up at him with raised eyebrows, his eyebrows raising too as he waits for you to say something.

"wanna try it?"

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you're on your knees in the back of rafe's car ─ holding all the saliva that's been begging to come out as rafe eagerly pulls his sweatpants and underwear down. you quickly grab his cock with one hand and open your mouth, letting everything drip on him.

he groans at the feeling of your warm spit and the sight of you in front of him. his hands pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you wrap your lips around his cock ─ your dripping tongue twirling around his pink tip.

"shittt." he groans. you begin bopping your head on his cock, feeling your spit run down and your chin and drip onto the floor of his car. he grabs his phone sitting next to him, pulling the camera app up and turning the flash on while he records you.

your eyes meet the camera lens as you let his cock hit the back of your throat ─ his groans going straight to your needy pussy. after a few moments of literally slurping on his dick, he guides your head up and down his cock before pulling your head back.

"fuckkk, m'gonna cum ─ stick your tongue out, doll."

you stick your tongue out, letting the camera watch your saliva and his warm seed drip off your tongue and onto his cock ─ the seat below him glistening and his thick cock shining.

"mmm, 's your turn rafey." you lean over, grabbing the pack and popping one into his mouth ─ immediately switching positions with him and pulling your lace panties down, your ass laying flat against the puddle of spit as you wait for him to create an even bigger puddle while he drools over your sopping pussy.

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darrthvadr · 2 years ago

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Selena Gomez does know that the only era of her discography that’s good was when ‘& The Scene’ was attached to her name and every song she’s ever put out thereafter sounds the same, right?

#don’t take this as my being a fan cause I haven’t forgotten when she mocked the BLM movement via tweet #no hate to the ones that listen to the music she has recently made #but A YEAR WITHOUT RAIN WILL ALWAYS BE A BOP!

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lovelytsunoda · 4 months ago

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domesticated | oscar piastri

summary: yn comes back from a business trip to find her boyfriend doing the laundry. naturally, it’s this smidge of domesticity that makes her want to jump his bones

pairing: oscar piastri x girlfriend!reader

warnings: 18+, sex in a laundry room (and up against a laundry machine), men that pull their weight around the household are sexy as fuck!

the house was quiet when she came home. almost too quiet.

she left her tumi suitcase by the door, taking off her shoes and blazer before making her way through the foyer.

"oscar?" she called. "babe, i'm back. my flight landed early!"

she and oscar hadn't been living together for long, maybe six months at the absolute maximum. her five-day business trip to the other side of the country had been the longest that the young lovers had spent apart since they had moved in together.

the living room was empty, despite the flat screen tv playing a cricket match to the empty space. there was a mug of tea on the end table, half full and still warm.

"osc?" she called again, drumming her fingers against the wall. where could her boyfriend possibly be?

she could hear vibrations coming from deeper inside the house, a loud rattling, more like. she followed the noise to the laundry room, where she found oscar sitting on the tiled floor, surrounded by piles of laundry, the washing machine rattling away behind him. he had his headphones in, head bopping to whatever it was that he found helped him focus.

she knocked loudly on the door, heart jumping when he looked up at her with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

"hey, baby!" he said excitedly, stumbling over a pile of t-shirts on the ground. "you're back!"

he kissed her softly, hands coming to rest at her waist. "how was the conference?"

"a waste of time." she hummed, pulling him in closer. "what i really want to talk about is your laundry skills."

"oh yeah?" oscar grinned, nodding towards the piles on the floor. "i live here too, i should pull my weight. my race suits are dry clean only, but everything else can go in the machine. i've developed a system."

she raised an eyebrow, but couldn't deny how sexy it was that oscar wasn't afraid of a little bit of housework. "you have, have you?"

"yeah, do you want me to explain it?"

"actually, i would much rather you fuck me against the washing machine."

and who was oscar to disagree?

that's how she found herself pushed up against a running laundry machine, naked from the waist down. her legs were wrapped tightly around oscar's lower half, his sweatpants lying forgotten ono the floor and he kissed up her neck, teasing her entrance with the tip of his throbbing cock.

"christ, babe. you're this wet already?"

"missed you." she hummed, kissing him gently. "that's all."

"well, we can't have that, can we?"

he slid inside with one swift movement, filling her to the brim. he muttered a curse, face buried in her neck as he got settled. all he could feel was her: her warmth, the smoothness of her thighs as she drew him closer, the softness of the skin on her neck, the beating of her heart.

she was everything he could have ever wanted and more.

"fuck me, oscar. please."

keeping in time with the rhythmic churning of the washing machine behind her, oscar's thrusts started out slow but firm, testing the waters. her gentle moans and whimpers were music to his ears, and he bit back a few grunts of his own as he slipped in and out of her warm and welcoming pussy.

"oh, yes. right there, baby. fuck, you fill me so well." she moaned, head thrown back as she rolled her hips in time with oscar's movements.

"that's right, darling. keep taking my cock like a fucking champ."

"faster, oscar." she whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders. "faster."

he kissed her hurriedly, delivering a few more teasing and languid thrusts of his cock before pulling out and slamming back inside. the scream of pleasure she let out was positively delightful, followed by desperate pleas of 'more' and 'kiss me'.

which, of course, oscar was all too happy to oblige.

her body was curled around his, her aching nipples pressing against her lacy bra and showing through the flimsy white dress shirt she was wearing. oscar was transfixed by the sight as her breasts bounced with the effort of his thrusts, pushing her against the machine with each feral pound.

"yes, baby." he grunted. "just let me take care of you." one hand gently tugged at her hair, the other braced on the countertop. the sounds of his balls hitting her skin was almost as loud as the noise the washing machine was making,

"fuck, oscar, i'm so close! wanna come on your thick cock." she pleaded, marking the skin underneath the collar of his white shirt. a shirt that was now completely soaked through with sweat.

"yeah? are you that pent up, baby? you were only gone for five days. you know i'm coming with you next time, right? i mean, my hand can only do so much. it doesn't cuddle with me, or kiss me softly, or smell like fresh vanilla-"

"oscar!" she squealed as he thrusted hard enough to send her body shotting upwards towards the bottom of the hanging cabinet. her fingers scrabbled for purchase, limply clinging to the door handle.

"right, okay." oscar grunted. "i've got you, sweet girl. come on, give it to me. give it to me, angel."

she came with a cry, her body curling around his. this was always the part where she felt the most emotional, and the most vulnerable. oscar pulled her close, running his hands up and down his arms while he tried to gently thrust through it.

“atta girl. you’re so good, baby. I love you so much.”

“you didn’t finish.” she whispered softly, licking her lips.

oscar grinned. “baby, I’ve got gas left in the tank like you wouldn’t believe. what do you say we go to the bedroom and you let me show you just how much I missed you?”

#smutmas (tasia's version)#oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri x reader #formula one smut #f1 imagine #f1 smut #formula one x reader #formula one imagine #formula 1 smut #Spotify

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mother-above · 1 year ago

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I'm Not The One For You

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel has been stressed at work and decided to hit the bars with his brothers. He gets so drunk that he may have forgotten what his love looks like

Warnings: fluffy with some spicy implications

WC: 1.1k

*masterlist*

a/n: I've been writing some heavy things and needed a break. I hope yall enjoy this short fluffy piece! xx

The sound of heels clicking on cobblestone joined the myriad of sounds along the Sidra. The city was lively, and all types of music and chatter filled the crisp air in Velaris. As you got closer, the bass at Rita's was getting louder. You, Morrigan, Amren, and the Archeron sisters were glowing from the spa's lavender-scented oil and dressed to the nines. After an afternoon of well-deserved pampering and last-minute shopping, it was time to meet with the boys.

You were wearing a dark blue mini dress, the material sparkled and reflected light with every movement of your body. The black strappy heels matched with your manicure and pedicure.

You were vibrant and ready for the night out with your mate and friends. Work had been tiring, especially when it was your job to organize military exercises with other Courts armies.

Excited to step into the bar, you grinned as the music vibrated all around you. Scanning the dance floor, your grin spreads when you see your blue-siphoned mate absolutely smashed and tearing it up on the dance floor with his brothers and other partygoers. Happy to see him relaxed, you go over to the bar to order yourself a drink before joining Azriel.

Despite being known as the “quiet one,” Azriel loved to dance and party occasionally. Work had been stressful lately, so he let loose and drank to his heart's content. Females and males were coming up to him all night asking to dance with him, but he refused, and if they got insistent, he’d give them the “sorry, you’re lovely but I’m married” speech. Everyone was always respectful and backed away, after all, he was the Shadowsinger.

It wasn’t even late but admittedly, Azriel drank too much, and his wild erratic dancing proved the point. His brothers and family teased him from afar, even Elain was poking fun at the drunken shadowsinger. In the corner of his eye, a female in a short blue sparkly dress approached him. Smelling like lavender, the female slid an arm around his waist and pressed her body against his.

You were about to bop to the beat of the music when Azriel stopped dancing and ripped himself away from you. The movement was so sudden, that the cocktail in your hand splashed droplets on the floor.

“Az? What’s wrong?” you asked wide-eyed.

“S-sorry, I’m taken. I’m just waiting for my wife,” he slurred as he deliberately turned away from you and started dancing again.

Startled, you looked at Cas, Rhys, and the girls and you burst out laughing. You pointed an accusatory finger toward the Illyrians.

“He doesn’t even recognize me! I can’t believe he’s shit-faced this early!” you weren’t mad at the boys, just highly amused.

Tapping Azriel on the shoulder, he turned, and you gave him your most dazzling smile. “I haven’t seen you all day and this is how you greet me? I’ve been wanting to dance with you, love.”

His eyes run down your body appreciatively, his gaze slowing around your thighs, he’s always loved your thighs. You gave him an encouraging nod, but he was still clueless.

Bringing up his left hand, he shows you the golden band around his ring finger. “I told you I’m married, see? She also happens to be my mate.”

You stifled a giggle and stepped closer to him. Surely, he would recognize your scent, right? You grabbed his hand and let your fingers trace the scars, he loved it when you did that.

In complete shock, he snatched his hand away after a few seconds.

“Look, you’re beautiful but I’m not the one for you. I would walk away before my mate gets here. She’s Night Court’s best warrior and I’m afraid she won’t let you get away with you bothering me so much,” said Azriel, his lips pressed into a line.

You started laughing, your handsome mate was so loyal. You can’t believe he would have sic’d you to flirty females. His family, who were listening to the whole thing, was snickering as well. Rhysand pinched his nose highly regretting pre-gaming at the townhouse, at the time it was a great idea.

Azriel squinted at his family when he realized they were laughing at him. “What?!”

Rhysand clapped a hand on Azriel’s shoulder. “Brother, you’re so drunk that you don’t even recognize your own mate!”

Azriel’s eyes furrowed as he looked at your beautiful twinkling face, your lips forming into a smirk. Azriel tugged on the bond three times, and after a short beat, you tugged the bond four times. It was something the two of you did, the first person tugged three times and the four tugs meant that the second person loved them more. Clarity burst through his intoxication and when he realized, he tipped his head back in laughter.

Moving closer to you, he pressed his lips onto your temple and murmured an apology against your skin, this was the last time he was going to drink this much. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a hand on your waist and the other on your bum. You turned to place a kiss on his cheek and then his lips.

He squeezed your body, and you pressed your lips on him again. “Why do you smell like lavender? No wonder I didn’t recognize you, I hate lavender!”

“That’s the oil they used on our massage today,” you said. A slower song was playing so you swayed with Azriel. He held you tight as you gazed into his eyes, melting at the sight of the brown and greens melting together.

After a few more hours of partying, it was time for you and Azriel to go home. Smelling of sweat, booze, and lavender oil, the both of you opted to bathe together.

You relaxed and laid on Azriel's chest as he took the loofah and scrubbed your skin. He said he wanted you to smell like yourself again and insisted that the bath water was to be changed for the two of you to properly soak. Now that the suds smelled of your favorite soap, he pulled you against him and he closed his eyes.

“Az?”

“Yes, love?”

“I’m really happy to know that even when you’re shit-faced, you won’t ever cheat on me.”

A growl rumbled in his chest, his hand splayed across your stomach and held you tighter. “Why would I do that when I’ve got the most perfect person in the world in my arms?”

You blushed; he always knew how to make you feel loved. Turning around to straddle him, you bent down to capture his lips. Who were you to question his logic?

#azriel fanfic #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fluff #azriel acotar #azriel fanfiction

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billiesgoodgirll · 9 months ago

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lunch

warnings: smut, dom!billie, sub!reader, oral (r receiving), strap on sex, swearing

a/n: i genuinely think i’ve forgotten to write smut i’m scared

readers pov:

"baby baby baby! come listen to this song i made!" a very energetic billie said, bursting into our room.

"okay my love," i chuckle at her excitement.

she pulls my arm, dragging me downstairs into her studio.

finneas isn't here, he usually is when i listen to her new songs.

huh how weird.

brushing it off, billie sits on her chair pulling my onto her lap.

she puts her headphones on me, giggling in excitement i smile at her happiness.

the best comes through the headphones, my head bops along to it.

it's like a cute pop song.

i could eat that girl for lunch, yeah she dances on my tongue taste like she might be the one.

my eyes widen when i hear the lyrics, i turn to her wide eyed and a slight blush covering my cheeks.

she smirks at me, i continue to listen.

i could buy her so much stuff, it's a craving not a crush.

i feel a familiar heat between my legs, billies hands travel to rest on my thighs.

so now she's coming up the stairs so i'm pulling up a chair, and i'm putting up my hair.

oh my god.

the smile and blush on my face grows bigger, as i mouth 'oh my god' to her.

she has the biggest smile on her face, super proud of her work nodding her head along to the beat.

baby, i think you were made for me somebody write down the recipe been trying hard not to overeat your just so sweet.

i shyly look down once the song stops, the dark haired girl takes the headphones off me.

"so what do you think angel?" she asks.

i giggle shyly, i already know i'm definitely bright red.

"it was, woah," i look in billies eyes, her pupils wide no doubt mine are too.

"yeah? you like it?" she teases,

"billieee," i whine.

"i need some more inspiration on the song, wanna help me out mama?" she smirks.

i nod eagerly,

"words baby,"

"yes yes yes!" i enthusiastically say, with that her smile grows bigger as she leans in.

she connects our lips in a passionate kiss, my hands tangle themselves in her dark brown hair.

one of her hands rests on my waist as the other trails up my thigh, we eventually have to pull away for air.

she takes this as the opportunity to ask,

"can i take these off pretty girl?" she plays with the waistband of my sleep shorts.

"of course," i giggle shuffling, lifting myself off her lap so she can pull them off.

i connect our lips once more, sighing into the kiss.

i feel her hand on my thigh getting higher and higher, my pussy fully exposed drilling waiter for billies fingers.

"please," i whine into the kiss,

"please what?"

"please touch me,"

she complies, her fingers finding my clit and massaging the swollen area.

i moan into her, my hands tangling themselves into her hair again.

she rubs gently, my mouth hangs open.

her fingers leave my clit, finding my entrance and pushing in.

"my god you're so tight sweetheart," she groans, pushing her finger in my tight whole.

i gasp the stretch making my mind go fuzzy, my entire focus on the brunette making me feel good.

she pumps her fingers in and out, i rock back and fourth on her fingers.

my hand going to reach for billies free hand, guiding it too my clit making her rub tight circles.

she takes the hint her fingers rubbing my clit fast, her fingers get faster as she pushes in a third.

i moan loudly, her touch always lights me on fire it feels so good.

i feel a familiar pit in my stomach, i feel myself on the edge.

"i'm close," i gasp out, billie smirks

rubbing and pumping faster.

"you gonna cum for me baby?" she teases, focusing on rubbing my clit.

"fuck- yes!" i let go, releasing all over billies fingers and lap.

"good girl," she praises me.

"cmon i wanna take care of you properly," she picks me up suddenly, i yelp holding onto her shoulders.

i giggle as she carries me carefully, up the stairs and eventually laying me down on our bed.

she hovers over me, i smile looking into her eyes lovingly.

i love it when we have passionate loving sex, like yes hate fucking and ruff sex is good but i love soft caring taking care of me sex.

billie connects our lips once again, her tongue entering my mouth, i don't fight her for dominance.

knowing she'll win easily.

she kisses down my neck, stopping to nibble and bite creating blue and black marks all over, i moan softly my hips bucking up needing friction.

"patience baby," she tells me, i whine rubbing my thighs together.

she kisses down my chest before pausing, "can i take this off mama?" she plays with the front of my sleep top.

"yes please," i say quickly.

"cute," she chuckles, she removes my shirt i'm fully exposed to her now.

"take yours off.. please," i beg her, looking up at her with big doe eyes; ones i know she can't resist.

"okay sweet girl," she smirks, sitting up slightly to remove her shirt.

i see she's forgone a bra so her entire breasts are on display, my hands immediately want to go to fondle with them.

"you can touch honey, go on," she encourages, giving me the permission i needed.

my hands reach up to her breasts, piinching her nipples and squeezing.

i lean up so my mouth is in line with them, i take her nipple into my mouth swirling it around.

"oh! fuck," she throws her head back, her hands tangling themselves in my hair.

i smile into her, pride filling me as i can make the older woman feel this good.

"i need to fuck you, hard." she pulls me off her breasts, slamming my hands above my head.

"don't you dare move," she tells me, climbing off my lap and heading into the closet.

i know exactly what she's getting out, i'm proven right when she walks back into the room.

my favourite strap around her waist.

pink and sparkly, with thick veins i can feel every one of them, 8 whole inches.

"ready pretty girl?" billie says climbing back on the bed, and up to me.

"uh huh," i whine, my hips bucking up i can feel a puddle of my arousal pooling underneath me.

billies hand travels down to my cunt, my clit twitches in anticipation.

"we need to stretch her out a bit first princess," she looks at my cunt and her fingers sliding up and down.

they find my entrance and slide in, i wince in pain at the stretch.

"oh!" a moan comes out of my mouth, in pain and pleasure.

"tell me when your ready for me to move baby," billie says, not moving her fingers at all waiting until i'm ready.

if i wasn't so needy, it's the sweetest thing.

"please move, i need it," i whimper, once again bucking my hips up to get her to move.

“patience mama,” she starts slowly pumping her finger in and out, gradually speeding up until i’m a moaning panting mess.

“that’s it, focus on me,” she uses her free hand to lift my head up from under my chin to look into her eyes.

my eyes close briefly and i get a light slap to the face, i whimper my eyes opening to a very stern faced billie.

“keep those eyes on me, you look away or close them and i stop,” she tells me, i nod slowly my head wanting to roll back so bad once she added a second finger.

“good girl,”

“faster,” i mange to get out through all my moans, she listens and starts pumping faster and faster.

“oh my god,” i whine, she smirks whilst one of her hands goes up to my breasts squeezing harshly trying to tip me over the edge.

“you close pretty girl?” she asks in a low voice,

“yes yes yes yes yes,” i chant, my mind so foggy just with billie, billie, billie.

“im gonna cum,” i rush out, balling up the bed sheets in my hand.

“hold it,” she says, i immediately cry out i can’t hold it any longer.

“p…-please..just let me cum,” i whimper, which seems to have work as she takes pity on me.

“oh my poor girl, okay honey cum for me,”

her words send me over the edge, i release everywhere the heat in my stomach dying down.

“oh baby, you did so so well i’m so proud of you what a good girl!” her words just get my worked up yet again.

i trail my hand down to the strap, sliding my hand up and down the base of the strap bumps against billies clit i know that from when she’s cum whilst in me.

“already mama?” she chuckles, “you that needy for me?” she mockingly pouts at me.

“please billie,” i whine, knowing i’ll get what i want if i just throw her name in there.

“shit, okay sweetheart,” she lines up the toy with my entrance, “it’s gonna hurt a bit,”

i reach down to hold her hand, squeezing tightly as she pushes into me no matter how many times i take it, it hurts like a bitch each time.

“you’re doing so well my love, just a bit more,” she encourages me my heart melts at how sweet she is even dominating me.

“y..y-you ca..fuck you can- move now,” i say too focused on how good she feels inside of me.

“okay angel,” she moves her hips and i cry out.

“sh sh sh, you’re okay,” she soothes, holding my hand in hers yet again.

billies hips go in and out slowly at first, letting me get used to the stretch and feeling.

“doing so good for me,” she grunts as she speeds up her thrusts.

i moan out in pleasure, the pain all gone now and the only thing i can focus on is how perfect billie looks smirking down at me.

“you’re- s…so fuck!- so pretty,” i mange to get out barely.

“oh sweet girl why thank you, you’re absolutely perfect,” she chuckles going even harder.

the tip of the strap hits my g spot over and over, making a pit form in my stomach.

“that’s it pretty girl, doing so well,” her words and voice really make me closer to the edge.

her breasts bouncing with every thrust, no doubt mine doing the same she takes mine in her hands still thrusting hard.

she fondles them and takes one into her mouth, the pit in my stomach grows bigger and bigger.

she leaves my breasts for a while, them being raw and red from her constant sucking.

she connects our lips into a passionate kiss, i moan deeply into the kiss she thrusts long deep and hard.

once her lips leave mine i rush out, “i’m gonna cum!”

“f-fuck… right there- don’t stop!” i stutter out, my brain going to mush my cunt twitching in overstimulation.

“cum for me mama,” and i do, i feel a different feeling in my stomach and know im gonna squirt.

it gets everywhere, all over billie and the bed plus me.

i pant heavily, billie stilling inside of me stroking my waist gently bringing me down from my high.

“i’m gonna pull out now okay angel?” she softly says.

i nod, so incredibly exhausted.

she pulls out and i wince in pain and at the empty feeling.

“there we go sweetheart, good girl you did so so well,” she coos, praising me so much.

“you feel okay baby?” billies asks me, undoing the harnesses on the strap and chucking it across the room to clean up later.

“i’m okay,” i close my eyes and smile, i feel amazing but so exhausted.

“let’s get you some water baby, ill be right back,” she kisses my very sweaty forehead, and leaves the room to go downstairs.

i turn over on my side, my eyes still staying closed.

i lay there for a while before hearing our bedroom door open again.

billie comes in, now wearing an oversized shirt, she’s holding a bowl and has a glass of water in the other hand.

“i’ve got some cut up fruit for you sweet girl, you need to eat something okay?” she’s always making sure i eat well, knowing my past eating disorder.

billie helps me sit up gently, my legs aching already i open my very heavy eyes to give a weak smile to her.

“okay,” i nod, letting her place the bowl on my lap there’s strawberries, raspberry’s watermelon and cut up apples.

she places the full glass of water on the side too which i immediately go and pick up downing most of it.

“hang on baby, can i change the sheets? i don’t want my girl sleeping in dirty sheets,”

“uh huh,” she helps me up, supporting me on my very shaky legs.

she lets me sit on the sofa in our room, whilst she goes to the closet and grabs fresh sheets and duvets.

i watch her in silence, it’s only when she’s done i realise i’m still naked.

“billie? can i wear your shirt please?” i ask, i know i have a whole closet full of my own clothes but there’s something so comforting about wearing billies.

“oh of course you can angel,” she finishes changing the bed and goes back into the closet.

coming out with a oversized hit me hard and soft merch tshirt and a pair of her boxers.

she hands them to me and i get changed, “thank you bil,” i smile up at her she leans down placing a kiss to my lips.

“come on let’s get you fed and rested,” she picks me up like a toddler and places me down on my side of the bed.

she climbs in next to me under the covers, grabbing the tv remote from the side.

“friends?” she doesn’t even need to ask really, she knows that’s what i’ll want to watch.

“of course,” i giggle, scooting closer to billie she wraps her arm around me.

“eat up sweet girl, then you can get some sleep,” she tells me.

i begin to eat my fruit, we sit in a comfortable silence whilst we eat the occasional laugh leaving our mouths at the show.

“done!” i show her the empty bowl, she takes it from me and puts it on the side.

“well done my love, i’m so so proud of you,” she kisses my forehead.

she lays down more, letting me lay completely on top of her i sigh in comfort.

i never want to move from her arms.

“goodnight pretty girl,” is the last thing i hear before falling into a deep sleep.

#billie eilish x y/n #꒱ೃ ✦ ꒰ evelyn writes! ꒱ೃ ✦#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish smut #billie eilish x you #billie eilish imagine #billie eilish fanfiction

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solbaby7 · 1 year ago

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Lose Control

pairing: rhysand x shy!reader

warnings: nothing really, some swearing and the normal amount of thirst that comes with thinking about a particular High Lord naked and wet.

summary: Poor Illyrian baby Rhys who just really needs your hands rubbing his back—in the bathtub.

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A deep groan pulls you from your crochet, the yarn ball rolling on the floor beneath you as you make easy work of the flower pattern Azriel had taught you a few days prior. “That bad?”

Rhysand nods, shoes scuffing against the floor before collapsing in the couch across from you. “Everything hurts.”

It’s no less embarrassing the second time around how quickly you set your items down, hands smoothing out the less than appropriate fabric of your nightgown when you stand. “I can get a bath going?” You offer softly, fingers crossing delicately before you and Rhysand can’t help the sleepy little smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth at the sight of you, all silky material and socks with fluffy puffs that had little bunnies dangling from them.

“That sounds nice bunny,” He murmurs, finger reaching out to flick at the little puff. “Can you sprinkle some of those little salts of yours in there too?”

“Of course.” You’re gone shortly after, crochet flowers long forgotten on the couch as you rush off to your room to fetch some bath salts, oils and a vial of bubbles. Rhys is still on the couch when you return, shirt off and pants unbuttoned as he laid on his back with one arm draped over his eyes. It takes more effort than you’re willing to admit to tear your gaze away from the hard muscles of his chest, his defined arms and abdomen so chiseled you wondered if the High Lord would ever ask you to massage that part of him too. You shake the thought off as you head to the bathing chambers, gathering large towels and pouring salts that smelled of lemongrass and oranges into the quickly filling tub.

It’s halfway full and beginning to steam when you add the bubbles, a content smile forming when you light scented candles and drag a stool over to hold a two knuckle pour of some expensive whiskey Rhysand kept near his work table. “It’s ready,” You call out, fingers dipping in the bubbly water to test the temperature and when you’re sure it’s perfect, you turn off the faucet, hands drying on the thigh of your nightgown.

He takes a while to enter, shoulders slouching and feet pattering against the marbled floors when he finally does, dark hair hangs on his forehead when he takes in the scene before him. “Bubbles too,” Rhysand murmured in appreciation, blocking you before you leave, a finger raising to bop your nose with a little smile. “Cute.”

The blush that fans across your cheeks is nearly as warm as the water in the giant tub built to fit the large wings Rhys usually kept hidden. You’re out of the room before he can make any comments about your body’s reaction to his words—his fingers touching you, no matter how fleeting it may have been.

You’re settled back into the couch when you hear the High Lord sink into the water, a breathy groan pulling free and your thighs clench together as you busy your hands with the yarn and hook. You don’t get very far, just falling into a rhythm when Rhysand calls out, “Can you come here?”

“What do you need?”

“Come here.” You swear you hear him chuckle when you huff out a breath, tossing your flower aside once more and your steps are a little snappier than usual when you stand near the door. “Inside.”

A pause, fingers twitching at your sides and you hope he can’t hear your heart thudding. It comes out no higher than a whisper, palms clammy at the thought of him—naked and covered by nothing but bubbles and water. “I’m not sure that’s appropriate.”

“Oh?” It comes out a little teasing, door creaking open by dark tendrils of power that urge you closer. “You’d dare deny your High Lord?”

“Well, no but—“ You eyes are trained on the polish of your toes when you’re fully pushed inside, the gorgeous male splayed about in the tub, feet outstretched and arms loosely holding each side but the first thing you really notice are the giant membranous wings peeking out over the edge. “Friends like you and I don’t really make a habit of spending time together in your bathing chambers.”

Rhysand clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, toes playfully splashing at the water. “Like you and I?”

Your nerves build—Rhys always did love riling you up, constantly murmuring some comment about enjoying the way you blush for him, the way you have to completely turn away to compose yourself when he offers flirtatious words in passing. “You’re my High Lord.”

“And you’re one of my closest friends.”

Just friends.

The words repeat themselves in your brain like one of the catchy songs they played in Velaris but every time they reach your ears it feels wrong. “Yes.”

“Exactly and friends help each other, right? You’re just helping.”

Your brows furrow, momentarily recalling when similar words had crossed your mind a week prior when Rhysand had stripped from the waist up and all but demanded you rub his back. “Wait a second—“

The water ripples as Rhysand moves, back muscles contracting as he twists to face you, a brow raised and a lazy smile on handsome features. “Come here bunny,” He beckoned you closer with that same two finger flick, head tilting just a little and even with this being the master bedchambers, the walls felt like they were closing in with each step forward. “Need your hands. Can you do that for me?”

And like a fly buzzing into a spiderweb, you’re caught in his trap.

Rhysand’s fingers curled around the glass left on the stool, tipping the bottom, a motion intended for you to grab the little stool and sit behind him. So, you comply, movements slow and weary as your hands touch the smooth wood and slide it over. The backs of your thighs sink into the smooth surface, shaky hands grabbing at the bar of soap sitting to his right. “What if someone walks in?”

“Let them,” He sighs, knocking back the whiskey with a little groan. “I’m sure Cass and Az are fighting over who gets you next as we speak—they’ve been talking about it all week.”

“Why not just hire someone?” You ask, fingers slick with the soap as you start at his shoulders with slow, kneading motions. “It can’t be healthy to always be so stiff—doesn’t it affect your fighting?”

Rhysand only nods, eyes fluttering shut and face contorting gently when you follow the line of where neck meets shoulder. “You do it much better. Must be because of your tiny little hands.” A noise pulls from his throat when slippery fingers knead away knots and bands of muscle wound so tight, you were unsure how he’d even managed to put his shirt on.

You repeat the motions over and over, fingers tracing over dips and ridges of his back before shifting over to his arms, your hair falling free from its confines to graze over the top of his wing and the sound he lets out is pure sin.

Your hands retract instinctively, soapy fingers slipping against your thighs when you scramble to your feet. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Rhysand’s breathing has quickened, chest heaving more than he had been before and the grip he has on the sides of the tub is sure to split the stone in two. “It’s fine—you didn’t hurt me. They’re just sore and it makes them a lot more sensitive than usual.”

Your heart is still pounding a beat faster than usual, hands hanging at your sides, unsure if you were supposed to continue or make your leave.

“Keep going,” Rhys urges, waving the arm you’d been oiling up in the air. “Just go slow.” You obey, hands carefully returning to hard muscle being extra careful when you got close to his wings—even if the noises he’d made from touching them had been branded in your brain for all eternity. “That’s it,” He praises, eyes half-lidded as he sunk deeper into the water.

It’s easy getting lost in the motions when you’re admiring every dip and curve, every scar and the stretch marks that came when growing from a boy to man. You stop once a little snore pulls free, lips parted and features relaxed as your High Lord slept.

The sound of your feet on the glossy floors pulls Az and Cass from their place in the sitting room, brows raised to your sheepish expression. “He feel asleep in the tub and I’m scared he might drown.”

Cassian raised a brow, smirk forming when taking in the soapy hands and the smell of the massage oils before frowning. “You don’t rub me when I’m in the tub.”

“You’ve never asked.”

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kittysarchive · 1 year ago

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Giving Enhypen head

Heeseung

Biting his lip, he tried hard to supress his moans. Hips bucking into your mouth, he entered cloud 9 as he felt you gag around his cock, vibrations pulsing through his member.

Bopping you head further down his length, you swallowed as much of him as you could, only neglecting a few inches. Feeling your tongue wrap around his member, he couldn't back any more, moaning loudly as he thrusted into your warm mouth which tightened around his cock.

"Holy shit" Heeseung moaned out, hands gripping your hair as he started to thrust into your mouth, he didn't want to leave its warmness.

Jay

Head lightly pushing you further down his member, he praised you.

"Your doing so well baby" Jay moaning out, giving small thrusts into your mouth as you struggled to take his whole length. Lightly holding your head down, he felt his tip prod at your throat.

"So good..." Keeping your safety first, he let go off your head, letting you have control. Taking the chance, you lifted you head away from his cock, catching a breath of air. You had forgotten how big he was....

Jake

"Keep going baby" Jake instructed as you licked a tripe up from his base. Teasing him, you kitten licked his tip, flattening your tongue over his head, swallowing his pre cum. Knowing his next move, you quickly take his length in your mouth, you didn't want him to force it in you.

"Learning quickly" Jake hummed, thrusting his hips up, eager for you to use more of your mouth. Nodding your head, you hollow out you cheeks, tightening your lips around his member.

Feeling how hard he was, feeling how his member propped at your throat, feeling how he lightly thrusted into your mouth....you loved when Jake took control.

Sunghoon

With his face flushed red, chest heaving up and down, head forcing you down on his cock, thrusting painfully into your throat, it was known that Sunghoon was a man of few words.

Gagging loudly over the abuse of your throat, you didn't let you tears stop you, knowing Sunghoon would give you a.....treat for being so good, for taking him so good.

Thrusting getting more brutal, you felt your air come out. Having no way to breath, you quickly tapped his thigh. Sunghoon let go of your hair, allowing you to pull off his member. Gasping for air, a few seconds went by before you dived back in, eager to taste his cum down your throat.

Sunoo

Feeling your lips close around his head was all it took for him to cum... almost.

"Baby s-so good" Sunoo whined out, feeling you kitten lick his slit like a lollipop. You looked so cute licking up his precum. Diving down on his length, you flattened out your tongue, taking as much of him as you could while sucking him, leaving no inch behind.

"S-shit" He cred, raising his hips into your mouth, desperate for more contact, desperate for more of your warmth. Following his silent order, you breathed threw your nose, taking in his length all the way until you reached his abdomen.

Jungwon

"Don't fucking stop" Jungwon warned, crying out as you sucked his cock harshly. Fuck, why did it have to feel so good? Why did his most sensitive organ have to be so sensitive at the slightest touch?

Falling victim to cloud nine, he let himself fall into whimpers as you dug into him, licking and sucking his cock like a giant lollypop, humming as you tasted his precum. Why did you have to make such pretty noises? Pulling your hair out of your face, he made a makeshift ponytail, grasping onto to your head as you continued to suck him off.

"Don't stop" Jungwon repeated, moaning out as you sped up.

#enhypen headcanons #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen imagines #kittysarchive!

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