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[sttoru]

thinking of dating older bf!satoru. . .and i’m talking like you’re in your early 20’s and he’s in his early 30’s.

the way he texts at the start of your blooming relationship is super attractive somehow. like the most simplest of texts would get you weak in the knees. texts like ‘good morning, sweetheart.’ // ‘how’s my pretty girl doing?’ // ‘there’s my gorgeous girl.’ // ‘rise ‘n shine, sleepyhead.’ // ‘it’s okay, baby. i understand.’ // ‘you never fail to amaze me, huh.’

or when you’re being very risky via your messenger app, older bf!satoru is definitely the type to say ‘careful.’ // ‘you’re gonna get me in trouble.’ // ‘you’re being quite brave today, doll. // ‘aww, how adorable of you.’ // ‘mhm? that so?’

also . . . gives you money out of the blue. randomly. doesn’t question it at all. or sends expensive gifts your way too without you asking. older bf!satoru would text you stuff like; ‘here’s some money, gorgeous. want you to spoil yourself for me today, okay?’ // ‘just a little gift.’ // ‘you deserve a break, baby. here you go.’ // ‘got you something small.’

and then you check your bank account and it’s an easy $200 / $500 / $800 ++ added by him. or when he’s sending gifts to your apartment, it’s gonna be one of them reaaaaal expensive ones. probably ones you eyed before or had mention you liked very briefly, but didn’t get it because of the price.

definitely also the type to try and accommodate or match his texting style to yours as the months go by. kinda to match your energy. perhaps fails horribly at it, but it’s cute to see him try.

#sttoru chats. #just wrote my thoughts down rlly quick LOL #self indulgent af but if yall want any fics w older bf!satoru let me know in my inbox teeheee might even make a series of it #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x you #gojo x you #cw age gap #cw age difference

[ghostlyfleur]

whining and crying while steve fucks you into the mattress that you’re gonna make a mess and he’s like “fuck- it’s okay, daddy will clean it up, don’t worry” in between grunts. so then you stop caring that your cunt is a sopping mess and your dripping all over yourself and the bed. so then he cleans you up and the bed afterwards because he’s daddy 🥰

f u c k

steve harrington is such a daddy.

he makes you feel so fucking good and i always headcannon steve and his gf to have dacryphilia involved in their sex life, so it’s perfect that stevie’s angel is such a crybaby!

steve loves how teary eyed you get when he’s fucking you into the mattress, how whiny and pouty and subby you get for him, so dumb on his cock at times that the only thing you can moan and mumble is “daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” and it drives steve crazy …….

especially once he figures out just how much you love to be smothered, completely crushed, absolutely smushed under his weight— you’ll wrap your legs around his waist and pull him on top of you with little “no, no, no”’s if he pulls the slightest bit of his weight off of you, starting to cry and grabbing at his shoulders and arms desperately to pull him back, begging him to pin you down, to press closer *drools*

but one thing about steve is that he likes it messy — spit, drool, cum, def lots of cum play, all of it — loves it when he’s fucking you so deep and so hard you go quiet and limp and start drooling… loves leaving bite marks and hickeys all over you, marking you up everywhere he can no matter how visible it is afterwards because he knows you wear his marks with such obvious pride just like he does yours… loves to lick you all over, especially on your neck and tits just to see the full body shivers going down your spine… loves it when your cunt is messy with a mix of both yours and his cum that he keeps fucking deeper into you, pretty much fucking overflowing your pussy so much it starts to spill out of you and all over the bed, all over his thighs, down your ass, making the most lewd wet noises… *sighs*

and at first you get so. fucking. embarrassed. you’re making such a mess and you can’t stop it, your eyes go teary and wide with humiliation and “‘m sorry, stevie, sorry, it just feels s’good” and you try to move away from him in a haste, all upset at being a bad girl and making a mess when your perfect daddy is just trying to make you feel good, to spoil you, and you immediately think of getting up to clean up the bed for him so maybe he won’t be upset and you can be his good girl again but as if he was reading your mind he stops you, won’t let you pull away, stays inside you, and grips your chin to make you look at him

“you’re okay, angel, it’s okay. make a mess, show me how good it feels, daddy will clean it up later, you’re still my good girl”

so you get all flustered and pouty and you furrow your brows that cute way you do that steve loves when you’re trying to be all serious and whisper a little “promise?” because you can’t handle not being his good girl and steve is losing his mind, there’s no way he didn’t dream you up “promise, my angel, you’re daddy’s perfect girl, love it when you’re messy for me” i- 😵‍💫

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[pinkifiedbows]

Feel something.

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠!: blackfem reader. eren calls reader: baby, mama. Reader calls him daddy, rennie/ren etc. creampie! Hair pulling, daddy kink. Eren refers to readers pussy as “her”! Riding, and doggystyle….and maybe some misspelling which I apologize for! I think that’s it!!

You swore to yourself never again. That you would never again sleep with the man that provided you with your weed. But in this moment, with the smoke in the air, the way both of your chests floated with each breath, the way he looked at you with his lips parted as he took another drag at the blunt. It made you feel so needy, you needed him.

“You good mama?” He said passing the blunt to you. His bushy eyebrows furrowed when you shook your head and declined the blunt.

“whatchu need baby?” He asked placing the blunt in the ashtray that sat on the nightstand beside your bed, and gave you his full attention once again.

“You. Make me feel something ren.” You said as you looked him in his eyes and made your way closer to him on the couch. Your facial expression brightened as you watched him spread his legs open and pat his lap, you smiled at him watching you straddle his strong thighs.

“You’re in charge mama, use me.” He said as he tied back his hair in a messy bun and smirked at you. As soon as you smashed your lips on his, Eren’s strong veiny hands made their way to grip and hold your ass. The kiss you two shared was so passionate. Eren’s grip on your ass tightened once you gave his tongue access to explore your mouth. You let out soft moans as your hands gripped the leftover hairs on his neck.

“Mmmhpf ren.” You let out once you two pulled away. Eren’s hand made its way to your dripping cunt. “Damn baby, you’re already so wet.” Eren said as he smirked feeling your wetness drip down his wrist. You frowned at his teasing and tugged on his waistband.

“Undress f’me Rennie.” You said as you moved off his pelvis and sat to the side of him to remove your clothing. Once you both were naked, Eren pulled you back on top of him, and watched you with lazy eyes as you stroked and spit on his needy cock.

You placed your delicate hands on his abs to hold yourself up as you lowered yourself on his dick. “Ouuu baby!” You moaned, feeling his huge cock stretch you out, it was like you could feel his tip kiss and touch everything, just as well as every vein.

“Fuck mama! That’s it.” Eren groaned out once you started moving up and down on his dick. His eyes were shut tight as he threw his head back, your pussy was so tight it felt like you were choking his dick, trying to drain him for all he’s got.

“Mmmhm eren! s’good daddy.” You cried out to him, leaving sex marks on the pale area of his neck. You were salivating at the feeling of his big dick running through your insides. You left out a squeak the second you felt him grip your hips and place you on your stomach.

“Arch f’daddy baby.” Eren said watching you, rubbing his leaky red tip. A smile formed on his pretty face as you did what you were told.

“Good fucking girl.” Eren praised as he circled his tip around your needy hole before slamming inside. Your eyes widened and rolled to the back of your head, it felt like he was in your throat. It felt so good, it was almost suffocating.

“Ouu! Erennn!” You screamed out his name, almost out of breath with each fast thrust.

“I know mama I know. Fuck! Who’s pussy is this baby? Hmm?” Eren moaned out as he led his left hand to grip onto your hair, leaving his right hand to guide and grip your hips into nothing but submission. He slightly pulled back on your hair and slapped your ass, when his question was answered with nothing but whimpers. “Answer daddy mama.”

“Y-yours Eren! It’s all yours baby please. Oh fuck!” You whimpered, tears streaming down your beautiful face as you felt your stomach knotting and that familiar warm feeling on your pelvis. You could tell Eren was close too, you could tell just from the way his grip on you tightened, like he needed something to keep him up straight or else he’d fall, weakened from all the pleasure you were giving him.

And Eren wasn’t stupid, he read your body like a book. Reading your signs, until you’d climax on his pretty cock. “Come on baby. Let go f’me, I know you want to.” He said moving his hand down to play with your swollen bud. “Listen to her talk to me baby.” He whimpered at the sounds of your wet pussy squelching from his strokes and his fingers.

“Mmhmm!! Ren! Im cumming!” You screamed as you creamed all over his dick. Before you could come down from your high, you felt Eren painting your walls completely white with his heavy load.

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[vagabond-umlaut]

Your Sukuna fic recs? pretty please? 🥺🥺

ofc nonnie! i nvr ever turn down an opportunity for showing (few of) my fave authors their much well-deserved love, respect & attention! 😊😊🫶🫶

ryomen sukuna x reader fic recs (I)

‣ this is merely a list of works i've enjoyed reading. kindly heed the tags and warnings in each of them and consume content responsibly, at your own discretion. ‣ that being said, i own neither these fics nor the characters. enjoy reading! 🥰

⇌ Conquest (SukunaXReader) (series) by JellyBelly531 on ao3 [I can't say anything on this series here, except, to request you to read this— provided you're fine with the tags and warnings the author has given. This is an absolute delight for those who love Trueform!Sukuna set in a canon-y historical backdrop. A 200% masterpiece, I'm tellin' ya! :))]

⇌ Sukuna with reader whos just dumb (hcs) by @poe-daydreams on tumblr [Humor, Fluff, Humor, Fluff, Humor— Comedy at its finest :D]

⇌ rhymes (oneshot) by @tender-rosiey on tumblr [Tooth-rotting fluff ft. Dad!Sukuna and his adorably menacing attitude xDD]

⇌ Tribe leader/Viking Sukuna (hcs) by @yuujispinkhair on tumblr [Terrifying 'Kuna + Charming 'Kuna + Protective 'Kuna + Soft 'Kuna + Husband 'Kuna + Dad 'Kuna— what more do you need, hmmm? ^_^]

⇌ Black Magic (twoshot) by sukirichi on ao3 [Arranged Marriage with Enemies-to-Lovers dynamics and Scary™️ Househusband 'Kuna— an ALL TIME FAVOURITE FIC of mine, for sure ^_^]

⇌ Little Monster (oneshot belonging to a series) by @lemonlover1110 on tumblr [A sweet combination of the tropes: Dad!Sukuna & Sukuna being Sukuna. I really love the way 'Kuna is in-character in this fic :))]

⇌ to satiate, seduce, and to sin. (oneshot) by @poe-daydreams on tumblr [For the twisted-yet-loving!Sukuna fuckers lovers like me ;)]

⇌ To the end (7 chapters) by @yuujispinkhair on tumblr [One Of THE very best Zombie Apocalypse AUs I've ever read. Please keep tissues close to you for the sad tears, then the happy tears. I ugly-cried while reading this, no kidding :))]

⇌ 7/11 (oneshot) by astreaborn on ao3 [Perfect way to lift your spirits, if you're ever feeling down. The characterizations are so well written... Just go read it, please. You will not regret it— I'm 10^10 times sure of this!! :))]

⇌ "make me (yours)." (oneshot) by @ancient-vivarium on tumblr [Age gap romance with rich older bf!Sukuna, ft. slow burn, fluff and SPICE— this is what one should call GIRL BREAKFAST, LUNCH & DINNER! ;DD]

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[turtletaubwrites]

My Pretty Little Thief

Thank you @wallachianblood for this request! The idea and prompts were so cute, and I had way too much fun with it 😊🔥 I hope you enjoy it!

Pairings: Ace x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2004

Ao3 Link

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Summary: Ace knows where he left his hat. But when it's not there, he hunts it down, only to discover the culprit. How can he convince the thief to return his precious hat?

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Swearing, Smut, Established Relationship, Nipple Play, Cunnilingus, Penis in Vagina Sex, Unprotected Sex, (Wrap it up y'all), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Just a bit of, Rough Sex, Temperature Play, Playful Sex, Teasing, Kind of Mention of Public Sex, (Ace just wants people to hear), Creampie, Maybe tiny Dacryphilia? (you have one tear that he thinks is "cute"), Pet Names, Fluff and Smut

A/N: I adore this man!! This one just feels super sweet and playful to me. Enjoy!

“I swore I hung it up here,” Ace muttered to himself as he scratched his head, holding up a towel around his waist.

He recalled taking off his hat, hanging it on the door, and heading into the showers. 

Narrowing his eyes at the empty hook, he yawned before heading to his quarters. 

I know I didn’t leave it in here…

His room was a bit of a mess, and Ace sucked his teeth at the sight of the clothes on the floor. 

He knew it couldn’t be down there, but he had to check, annoyance building the longer his hat wasn’t in sight. 

Keeping one hand on his towel, Ace got to his knees, leaning down to check under his bed.

“Ahem.”

Ace tensed, flipping around to see his door close, but his eyes were only on you.

You.

“Bam, got ya,” you said, mocking his voice as you pointed finger guns his way. You brought a finger to your lips, blowing imaginary smoke his way.

Ace’s eyes raked over your bare skin, loving the way your breathing hitched when he watched you. All you wore were cowboy boots, a belt around your waist, and… 

“That’s my hat,” Ace teased, just a hint of threat in his words. He sat on the ground, leaning his back against the side of the bed. 

“Are you sure? I think it looks better on me.”

“Oh,” he asked with a laugh, shaking his head at you. “Why don’t you come a little closer, and I’ll take a look?”

You bounced on your toes for a moment, giving him the cutest fucking smile before shaking your head.

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“Trust me,” Ace questioned, mock outrage given away by his shit eating grin. “You’re the thief. Guess I’ll have to take it back from you myself.”

He loved the look in your eyes when you watched him stand, leaving the towel on the floor. The way your eyes widened every time his cock sprang loose, as if you could never get enough of him. 

You held your finger guns out to ward him off, but he just grabbed your wrists, leaning down to kiss your fingers.

“Bam,” you breathed, shooting a fake bullet against his lips.

“Oh no, you got me!”

Ace cried out, falling to his knees as you giggled, his warm hands sliding up and down on your thighs. 

“Looks like I’ll have to take you down to get what’s mine.”

Your laughter turned into a gasp as he pushed your back against the door. 

He wrapped one hand into the belt at your waist, holding you firm, then spread your thighs with the other.

“My hat does look pretty good on you from down here, sugar. But I’m still gonna take it from you.”

Your reply was cut short by the press of warm lips against your core, his tongue dipping into your wet folds so fast you felt dizzy. 

You felt him chuckle against your skin as you wobbled, and he gripped your belt harder, forcing your hips where he wanted them. 

“Such a brazen thief, I wonder what kind of punishment you deserve.”

He watched you moan and writhe, pressing yourself up against the door. 

“Who knew criminals could taste this sweet?”

He swirled his tongue around your clit before sucking it between his teeth. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder as he shoved his tongue into you as deep as he could go. 

“F-Fuck, Ace…”

“Oh, is my little villain already sorry? Ready to give me what’s mine?”

A cute whimper left your throat, but all you did was shake your head. 

He grinned, then sucked your clit back into his mouth. Then he made his tongue warm, and warmer, and hot, until you yelped, trying to pull away from him. He stopped the heat, but he didn’t let you escape, yanking on that belt while you squirmed. 

“Can’t take the heat…”

Ace teased you, pulling back to kiss your thighs. He looked up at your pretty face, your skin all flushed for him. 

He stood, pressing you against the door, his cock twitching as it traced against your skin. 

“You wanted to be a cowgirl, huh, baby?”

He grabbed your hands again, kissing them while you caught your breath.

Pulling one hand away, you pointed your finger at his heart with another breathy ‘bam.’

Ace let out a surprised, and joyful laugh. You were always so fun, so beautiful, so free. And you always seemed to want him. 

He lifted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, twisting your fingers into his still damp hair. 

He had planned on taking you to the bed, but when your wet cunt rubbed along his cock, he lost all rational thought, head leaning forward to moan in your ear. 

Your back hit the door again, and you felt the wood groan from the weight. 

“Wait–”

Your eyes rolled back as he rubbed his length along your clit, covering himself in your need for him. 

“Ace…”

His head was buried in your neck, breathing in your scent, and the sound of his name on your lips was everything. 

He lined himself up, holding you against the door. Slowly pushing into your tight, wet pussy, he moaned softly as your body clenched around his with every inch. 

“Ace,” you moaned, this time your voice was high and strained as you fought to stay quiet against the door.

“My pretty little thief,” he rasped in your ear, thrusting so fucking slowly into you. 

There was no better feeling than sinking himself into you, hearing your soft breaths, feeling your frantic heart. 

The aching pressure building in you made you shake, and you were clawing at his back as you tried to stay up, and stay quiet. 

“Please,” you stuttered, moaning again as he tilted his hips up into you. 

“Alright, cowgirl.”

Ace finally took you away from the door, fingers digging into your ass as he slammed you onto him a few times before walking to the bed. 

You had already lost. The hat was about to fall off your head from the way you twitched for him. 

You gasped as he climbed onto the mattress, standing on the edge as he turned. With his back to the bed, your eyes widened at his mischievous smile.

“Wait, Ace, don—“

“Hang on to my hat, gorgeous.”

“No!”

You grabbed his hat at the last second, hand pressing it onto your head as he let himself fall backwards onto the bed.

He laughed as he kept a firm grip on your hips, luckily keeping you in place as you fell.

But even with his effort to keep your body still on his, the slam onto the mattress made you both cry out.

You were reeling from the force of his cock, hitting so deep as you bounced onto the bed.

“Ace!”

You slapped his chest, still panting, trying to breathe.

He couldn’t help the laughter that burst out of him at your blown out eyes, your outrage diminished by the desperate way your mouth hung open. 

“Go on then, cowgirl. Take me for a ride.”

You let out what had to be a growl, pressing your hands down on his chest as you tried to fuck yourself onto his thick cock. 

With all that he’d already done to you, your body was limp and shaking. You rolled your hips, running your fingers along the muscles of his stomach, his chest, playing lightly with his nipples until he let out a breathy laugh. 

You gained some leverage, digging your boots into the bed as you started to lift off of him until just the tip of his cock was sunk into you.

Then you dropped down on him, your aching cunt sucking him in, the intense heat of his body filling you up.

“Your cock feels so good, Ace. I need you inside me everyday, baby.”

Needy whimpers left his throat, until your legs turned to jello, and you couldn’t keep up the pace.

“My pretty little cowgirl can’t ride? Do you want me to show you how, darlin’?”

“Mmhm,” you moaned, eyes heavy lidded as you nodded. 

“Ya gonna give me my hat back if I make you scream on my cock, princess?”

“Fuck, please, Ace.”

He thrust up into you abruptly, reaching a hand up to touch your beautiful face. He brushed away a cute little tear as you pressed your face against his warm hand.

“That didn’t sound like a yes. Guess I’d better not make deals with thieves.”

He stopped every movement, your own movement falling limp without his support.

“Wait, yes, please! Please make me come on your cock, I swear I’ll give your hat back.”

He rubbed his thumb over your drooling lips, smiling when you didn’t hesitate to suck it into your mouth. 

“There’s my pretty baby. Hold on tight.”

You gripped his chest again as he dug his heels into the mattress. He held the belt tight on your waist, using it to fuck up into you harder and faster than you were expecting so soon, and you let out a small, but filthy scream.

He kept thrusting as he laughed, so fucking pleased to watch you unravel for him.

“Already screamin’ for me, huh, baby? Looks like I get my hat back now.”

He sat up, pressing your bodies together as he rocked into you on his lap. 

Your faces were so close, breaths mixing as he teased raspy words in your ear.

“You look really good getting fucked in my hat, darlin’. You like getting in trouble, don’t ya?”

All you could could was moan, high and desperate. He could tell you were so close to that edge, and he needed it, needed you.

“You want me, baby?”

His question had you clenching on him harder, and he moaned while you answered.

“I want you so bad, Ace. I want you to fill me up. Fuck, please come inside me, I need you.”

His fingers dug into your thighs, body fighting not to give into your words that very second.

“Give me my hat back,” he said in a growl, watching your body shiver at his demand. With shaky hands, you lifted his hat up, your hair so adorably mussed, then set it on his head while he kept gently pushing into you. 

“Good girl.”

He flipped you onto your back, wasting no time. He pressed your thighs toward your shoulders, hunting for that spot that makes you melt.

You came almost instantly, knuckles shoved between your teeth as you tried, and failed, not to scream. 

Ace didn’t care if anyone heard. He loved that everyone knew how much you wanted him, loved hearing you scream his name.

He would have told you not to hide it now, but the sight of your sweet body, writhing underneath him, was too much. 

“Fuuckk... Coming, princess.”

“Ace!”

He used the belt like a handle again, shoving as deep inside you as he could. 

You milked his cock of every fucking drop, his come filling you, a wave of liquid heat inside you.

You were limp as he pressed slow kisses on your chest and face. Finally, you made little whimpers and squirmed as he pulled out of you. His eyes almost rolled back at the sight of his come spilling out of your messy little cunt.

“How’s my pretty hat thief?”

You hummed, a contented smile on your lips making him want to do this everyday. To make you feel good everyday. 

“I think you killed me,” you laughed, voice weak as you reached your hand up to touch his cheek. 

“I could never kill my little criminal,” he teased, kissing your lips so softly as his eyes melted into yours. 

“I love you too much.”

You pinched his cheek, face flushing as you grinned, the sight of you stopping his breath for a moment. 

“I love you too, Ace.”

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a/n: I would like to take him home and protect him from the world, pretty please??

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[lotte-s-web]

Hobie who fucks you to his own songs, and sex isn’t all soft and lovely when kick-ass British-hardcore punk music plays in the background.

— SAMO 🎸🥀⁉️

samo babe youre trying to kill me this is the first thing i saw when i got home😭😭 youre so right tho i HAD to write a thing

💿✩ ❝record ❞ hobie brown x gn!reader ✩💿

₊˚⭑ warnings: penetrative sex, teasing, hobie records reader's voice, overstimulation (i think?)

God knows how long it’s been since his record started playing, but all you know is that he’s been wrecking you for more than 3 orgasms. You’re shaking, hands uselessly gripping at the sheets as if it’d tether your mind to your body, as if you could do anything against the unrelenting pace of his hips. Your cheeks are damp with overstimulated tears, your voice raspy from all the noise you’ve been making.

But noise doesn’t matter when his music is so loud, blasting from all angles of the room and drowning out even the loudest of your moans. It drowns out the loud clapping noise your bodies make as his hips meet your ass, over, and over and over again, following the ever-changing rhythm of each of his band’s songs. The combination of the aggressive music blasting in your ears and his length making space within your body making you dizzy with pleasure.

Hobie groans from behind you, his lean frame fucking into you from the back as he keeps his hand on your hips to pull you back against him with each thrust. His other hand is pushing down on your back, forcing you to arch for him, holding you down despite the way you writhe under him and making you take each thrust into you. 

His skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, making his dark skin glisten in the dim lighting as if he was some god of the night. And with the way he was keeping you on the boundary between pain and pleasure tonight, it certainly felt like he was. 

He’s panting, groaning, and moaning above you, the rough and guttural sounds blending in with his song in a symphony that makes you clamp around him, your lust-addled mind soaking in his pleasure. His hips follow the aggressive beat of the drums, grating and angry guitar riffs pumping his veins with adrenaline and the energy to keep driving into you. His eyes zero on the way your greedy hole swallows in his cock as if it wasn’t enough, as if you hadn’t been complaining just a few minutes ago about it being too much. 

A new song plays, something even faster, even angrier. “Fuckin’ hell,” he grunts above you, stilling his pace to listen to the first few beats of this new song. The sudden stop gives you air to breathe, giving you time to gasp for air and thank whatever higher power there was for the much-needed break. Your face falls into his pillow, your body exhausted.

It’s just as sudden when he starts to move again, his hips pulling back and pushing back in, full force in one swift motion that makes you jolt, making you choke on your breath. The motion is repeated again, and again, and again in another swift rhythm that has you falling apart on his cock. It makes you whine into his pillow, trying to retreat from him in any way you could.

He clicks his tongue at that, disapproving, making his thrusts harder, making you moan louder. He removes his hand from your back to hold your cheeks in a firm grip, pulling your weakened body up flush against his chest. His mouth is right up in your ear as he continues his brutal pace, his fingers digging into the flesh on your hip and leaving purpling marks where they lay as he runs filth into your ear about how good he knows you sound. You can barely hear your own moans but his words ring loud and clear within the foggy state of pleasure he’s got you in.

“Wanna hear ya sing dove,” he groans into your ear, emphasizing each word with a thrust that hits right up against that gummy ridge that makes your eyes roll back and your mouth fall slack. He rests chin resting on the junction of your neck and shoulder, moaning into your skin as he starts to ramble in your ear. “Gonna— F–Fuck— gonna use i’ as yer audition tape, yeah? Mmmph— wanna show the band how fuckin’ pretty ya sound when y’re all fucked ou’ f’me.” 

You keen at the idea, getting his blood pumping hot through his body downwards to where he’s sheathed inside you, his grip on you tightening with every little noise that blends with his song. That’s when it hits him: an idea, a brilliant one. 

The hand on your hip moves away to scramble for something on the nightstand, your body trembling against his as he finds his tape recorder amidst the mess on the small table. He sets the device down underneath you and clicks a button, the cassette starting to roll just as he starts to move again, your whines and cries of pleasure all caught by his tape. You barely notice in your haze, too cockdrunk to even consider any resignations to the idea of you being recorded.

He hears your breath hitch at the idea of being recorded, your voice softly crying out his name in complaint. He chuckles, kisses your cheek then continues pumping up into you, murmuring into your ear, “who knows, hm? Migh’ even get ya on the next track li’ thi’.”

a/n: ik his accent here is shit guys MY BAD IM SORRY aghh its so hard to write it shfbdsh

๋࣭ ⭑ tag/s: @eyesxxyou, @s4mo-is-dead

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[wannabelife]

i can’t help but see mingyu as a gentle GIANT he’s probably would be so whipped for his partner in every aspect of his life and he is probably an amazing partner during sex always focusing his partner’s pleasure rather than his own which is followed along by loving aftercare… could you make scenario out of this? 🫣🫣

for sure, i see smth like this too! i just know it's more pleasurable for him when his partner is receiving more than him, like it's a big turn-on

warnings: penetration, lots of cum, passionate sex, pinning

you can feel goosebumps forming all over your skin, the familiar knock right there on your lower belly as mingyu thrust into you. he's so close, his hot breath hitting the side of your cheeks as you both moan with how hot it feels. his hands on yours as he pins you down while fucking you.

like he hadn't hooked you up enough from the start, like he hadn't eat you out like a starving man earlier, like he hadn't praised your taste like you were the last and only meal made for him, and drink up your juices. like he hadn't got impossible hard just from kissing all over your body alone. his warm hands that had caressed your nipples with so much eager and passion, just to hear the pretty sounds you make for him like you're doing right now underneath him.

"you're so fucking perfect, yn" he says, your back arching and head throwing back, the nastiest sounds slipping out from your lips.

you're so so close, he can feel it as he picks up the pace. your body goes stiff like you're afraid you might break if you let it go. your grip on his hands gets tighter, you moans turning into whimpers "i cant, it feels so good, gyu" you plea.

you start to move your hips, meeting his thrusts, but immediately feel his grip leave your hands to your waist, pinning you harshly to the bed. he grunts, stopping you from moving "no, pretty. let me give you everything, dont waste a single length of your muscles. you're too perfect" he states and you turn yourself in a moaning mess.

"you're doing do great, so good to me" he talks you through it, your heels pushing him more to your core as he grunts "come on pretty cum for me, i know you want to" he encourages.

its like your whole body listen and responds to him because in seconds you're cumming, wetting down his length, clenching around him nonstop, that has his dick twitching inside of you as he lets out the most beautiful low moan you've ever heard "fuck, you're a truly goddess"

a few more pounds and he's cumming too. he tries to pull out, some of it still getting inside and some hitting directly on your sensitive clit, making your body squirm under him as you tightens and cum some more. he moans sweet praises to your skin, close to your ear, before his body relaxes, coming down from the high.

both of you waiting for your breath to get back to normal and your mind back to reality. when he feels sober enough, he lifts his height from you, plopping down his naked sweaty body beside you on the bed. looking back at your face, he sees your eyes already closing "babe, you gotta wash up before you sleep" he says, and you whine, almost giving in to the sleep.

"just a few minutes, please..." you pout, looking back at him as a smile lights up his features.

he gets closer, adjusting some of the messy pieces of your hair and leaving a kiss to your lips "you aint getting away from it, i know you" he smiles foundly, knowing well you wont get up.

he pulls you, one hand around your back and the other one lifting your both knees as he's getting both of your bodies up from the mattress. caring you bridal style to the bathroom with him "really fast and we sleep, promise" he defends while on your way. and you couldn't mind at all, you know you won't have to move a muscle here too, he wouldn't let you. he will clean you up himself. some say that's too much, but you're just royalty to him, he needs to treat you as much as he can.

"can we hug?" you pronounce like you dont do it every night already.

"you dont even have to ask, baby. of course."

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[soreddieforit]

@jegulus-microfic | april 26: aimless | 1,276 words | trans! regulus

james does regulus' tape binding aftercare <3

James lingers in the doorway, quietly observing Regulus in their softly lit bathroom.

He's perched on the ledge of the bathtub, seemingly lost in thought, his head bowed and fingers idle and aimless where they trace the rim of it. He's shirtless, clad in only boxers and socks. His bare thighs press against the cool porcelain, causing goosebumps to rise there. Soft, late evening light leaks from the window, casting gentle shadows against his frame. 

Outside, the rhythmic passing of cars punctuates the stillness, their headlights casting golden beams that dance across the wet asphalt. The nearby stoplight's red glow mingles with them, creating a surreal mix of colors on the shimmering pavement.

There's a soft rustle of movement as James enters the room behind Regulus, moving to the sink. He sifts through the contents of their vanity, hands passing over their shared face wash and the cup holding their toothbrushes to retrieve the items needed for Regulus' tape aftercare. Deft hands gather oil, washcloths, cotton swabs, and salve before placing them on the bathtub ledge. He approaches Regulus with a tenderness reserved only for moments like these, for him. 

"Ready, love?" James' voice breaks the silence with a mellow murmur. He settles his weight behind him. 

Regulus turns his head, giving a small nod against his own shoulder. "Yeah," he says, voice crackling from disuse. 

James leans in to press a kiss between Regulus' shoulder blades. He lingers there for a moment. This close, he can see the faint dusting of freckles that mark his back. They're spattered across the skin like spray from a wave on sand. Speckles in shades of russet, sepia, and chocolate dance across his pale skin, shifting as Regulus shivers lightly. As James' lips leave his back, the muscles beneath those pretty dots tremble.

James reaches for the oil, uncaps it, and warms it between his hands. He presses both his palms to Regulus, carefully smoothing the oil over the edges of the tape. His touch follows the span of the tape from Regulus' back, under his arms, to the front of his chest. His movements are slow and practiced, designed as much to reassure as to treat. The oil glistens slightly on Regulus' skin, catching the dim light as it begins to soften the adhesive.

As they wait for the tape to loosen, a comfortable silence settles over them, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city and their own quiet breathing. James doesn't stop his ministrations; his fingers continue to trace gentle paths along Regulus' shoulders, the back of his neck, following the delicate contours of his shoulder blades. These moments are so special to him; he wants Regulus to feel loved through his actions, to experience the same palpable surge of affection with each pass of his hands that James feels. There is so much trust that Reg offers him in these moments—it's intimate. James is the only person Regulus allows to see the most vulnerable parts of himself, and that knowledge alone makes James' heart swell with fondness and love. He has never loved someone as he does Regulus.

Regulus, Regulus, Regulus. 

Sometimes, James thinks Regulus was crafted specifically for him; as if the cosmos themselves conspired to mold him to perfectly complement the contours of James' own body, his own soul. Looking back, it's almost silly to him now—he thought he knew what love was like before him. His heart was already overflowing with it for Sirius, his mum, his dad, his friends. He's always had big emotions, brimming with affection and fierce protectiveness for the people around him. He's always cared deeply and felt profoundly, but nothing could have prepared him for the depth of feeling that Regulus brought into his life.

James knows nothing, nobody else could ever make him feel like this.

He settles his hands on the edges of the tape on Regulus' left side. "Gonna take it off now, okay?"

"Yeah, okay James. Go ahead"

James pulls at the tape gently, easing it from the skin. He's careful not to pull too hard or move too fast, patient as he works. He grabs Regulus' bicep, thumb pressing into the underside, fingers curling over. "Lift your arm up, Reg," he instructs softly.

Regulus raises his arm, holding it aloft as James' hand moves back down to steady the skin being separated from the tape. He can't resist pausing to press a kiss to the underside of his bicep before continuing to peel off the tape there. When he encounters a tough spot, where the tape still clings to his skin, James reaches for more oil. He warms it between his fingers once again before lightly holding the piece back, rubbing it into the seam between Regulus' skin and the tape until it loosens enough for him to continue. He carefully removes the first piece, then works at a second, a third, before repeating the process on Regulus' right side.

There's still a faint trace of leftover adhesive where the edges of the tape once were. So, James takes a cotton swab, dips it in oil, and meticulously traces the outlines left by the pieces. He moves slowly, with deliberate delicacy, mindful of the soreness of his skin.

Once he's satisfied, James fetches the washcloth. He soaks it in warm, soapy water and carefully cleans the area, wiping away excess oil and any lingering traces of the day. Then he reaches for the salve—the last physical part of their routine, though James knows the comfort it brings goes beyond just the skin. Two of his fingers dip into the container, scooping up the soothing balm. James is so careful with him, his fingers so gentle as they spread the salve, taking extra care with the tender skin under his arms and over his ribs. He traces the rungs of them, then the dip of his chest, making sure no skin is left uncared for.

James then grabs what's technically his own shirt—a worn, soft thing that Regulus has claimed as his own, his favorite pajama top—from the ledge of the sink. He helps Regulus slip it over his head, taking advantage of every second he allows him to be so close, to take care of him.

"Feeling okay?" James asks once Regulus is settled.

He trails his hand at the hem of his shirt, slipping it underneath to rest gently on his stomach, careful not to brush the newly cared-for skin or his chest. 

Regulus hums an affirmative, "mhmm." Eyes closing and head tipping back as he nods.

"I'm not just asking about your skin, love," James whispers. It's tough for Regulus sometimes, taking the tape off, sitting with his chest. It's a necessity though, for his well-being, despite the discomfort it brings. And James always does everything within his power to make it easier for him. He knows he can't fix everything, but he'd be damned if he didn't at least try to.

Regulus reaches back, his palm sliding from James' elbow to his hand beneath his shirt, their fingers intertwining at his stomach. Their faces are so close that Regulus' cheek drags against James' as he turns his head, planting a soft kiss on James' cheek. "I do, I feel okay. I promise," he murmurs, giving James a warm smile.

Leaning back into James' frame, Regulus lets his weight settle comfortably against him. "You make it easier," he breathes out, words floating into the space between them. Another kiss, "Thank you. I love you."

James holds him a moment, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, heart swelling just a little bit more. "I love you too."

#i wonder if the transphobes in my inbox realize that all that they accomplish is motivating me to write more trans reg sooo #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #marauders #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders fanfic #james x regulus

[grnherbs]

Can you do a blurb where Oscar is your sugar daddy and buys you a necklace and fucks you with the necklace on

mine, all mine | op81

eighteen plus, mdni

the moment he placed the necklace in your hands you know you’re in deep, the beautiful engraved ‘oscar’ written on the surface of it, dainty but enough to claim you, enough for people to see and question the boys name upon your chest, and you were lying if you said you didn’t love it.

oscar smothered you in gifts but nothing as beautiful and sentimental as the chain he was now placing on your neck, leaving a soft kiss to the soft spot there, sending a shiver down your spine, making you lean back into it.

you drop your hair back down, smiling to yourself as you look into the mirror in front of you, the light catching the jewel and you meet his eyes in the reflection, that same dumb smile present on his lips too.

“my name looks good on your neck baby” he smiles, wrapping his arms round your waist and holding you close, back pressed to his chest, lovingly. he was nothing if not a softie for you, despite the nonchalant personality he usually sported around.

you blush, hand finding the pendant and holding it “i love it, thank you daddy” you bite your lip and you physically see the switch, the gratefulness you displayed going straight to his dick, jaw clenching, and grabbing your shoulders, pushing you down so fast you gasp.

“who do you belong to sweet thing?” he says in your ear, chest pressed to you and he kisses down your chest, pulling down your trousers in a swift motion before palming his semi hard on, fiddling with his own belt, and you hear the metal clink as it falls to the floor.

“you daddy, i’m yours” you say softly, “all yours” you whine, pushing back to him and he slides your panties to the side, not even bothering to pull them down, “i’m gonna fuck you sweet thing, and you’re gonna take it aren’t you?” he says, spitting into his hand and wrapping it round his cock, not that he needed the extra lubrication with how wet you were now.

he pulls your shoulder with his hand as he presses into you, unsure of when he’d even pulled him boxers down, but catching yourself in the mirror before you, gasping at the curls which fell before his eyes, sweat on his forehead as he presses into you, grunting and you whine just seeing this.

his dick hit hard inside you, massaging your clit with his thick fingers, watching the chain which displayed his name rocking back and forth, hitting your chest and reflecting the light in the room, his eyes roll back at this view and he moans “oh fuck baby, you feel so good”

“daddy, feels so good i-“ you start but he nods “i know sweet thing, i know, feel you throbbing round my cock, feels so good baby” he soothes, cooing and kissing your neck more, leaving small nips there, “gonna drain daddy’s dick aren’t you baby?” he says half way through a grunt, dick in to the hilt, feeling every inch of you.

the pressure was too much, too hot, too hard and you feel yourself practically sucking him in, milky cum covering him as he finds his own finish, biting your shoulder, making you cry out, head dropping, and he grabs you to steady you, pulling you against him. “oh that’s my beautiful baby, god you look so good… fuck” and he smirks

“yeah i’d say that necklace was a good investment”…

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[underoospeterparker]

can i please request james potter w a shy, touch starved reader? maybe she just really really wants a hug and a cuddle but she’s too shy to ask him for one, so she’s just kinda awkwardly trying to reach for him until he picks up on it and tells her she can always have a hug and he’ll never reject her like that?? thank youu <33

thanks for requesting!!

james potter x fem!reader

You curl up on the couch, legs tucked into your abdomen as you pull your book off the coffee table and settle on the sofa. You flick to the page you were on and start reading, so deep in your book that you didn't realise James had arrived.

He set his bag down on the seat next to you and you looked up, startled, until you realised it was just your boyfriend. You gave him a soft smile. "Hi," he whispered, leaning down to give you a kiss.

"Hey," you murmured, allowing him to press your lips together. He got up and you fidgeted slightly, wanting him to be next to you. You pulled at his arm awkwardly, watching carefully as he moved away from you. "Where're you going?" you asked shyly.

James looked back, surprised. "Just gonna shower," he replied, a crooked grin spreading onto his face. "Wanna join me, honey?"

You blushed, hiding your face in your book. "No, that's okay," you responded, your voice so quiet he had to strain his ears to hear it. "You go ahead, James."

Returning back to your book, you didn't notice that James had flopped back down onto the couch. "Is something wrong?" he asked, furrowed brows and all.

You looked away, because if you didn't, you would most certainly start crying. "No, nothing's wrong."

He pressed a finger under your chin, moving your face to meet his eyes. Noticing the tears that had began to swell in your eyes, he frowned sympathetically. "Hey." His voice was deep and concerned.

James moved to wrap you in his arms, palms coming up to scratch at your scalp soothingly. You buried your face in his chest, willing the tears to go away. "Sweetheart, you're okay," he crooned over you, his lips pressing a myriad of kisses all over your head. "You can cry."

And so you did. Soft sobs that had been trapped for too long escaped, and he held you together through it all, his hold never faltering. When the tears faded, you stayed enveloped in his arms, and he let you, knowing the pressure was exactly what you needed.

"Don't apologise." He pressed a finger to your lips, always seeming to know what you were about to say. "You did absolutely nothing wrong, lovely girl." He paused. "Can you tell me what's wrong?"

When you hesitated, he added, "I can't help you if you don't tell me, baby."

You leaned your head on his shoulder. "I just wanted a hug," you admitted, the statement making you feel clingy and embarrassing.

James's face softened, and so did his touch, if it could be any more gentle. "You never have to ask for a hug. You know that, right?"

You giggled at his stern tone. "I know that now."

The corner of his lips turned up at your laugh. "Good."

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[ghostlyfleur]

okay but steve harrington + shy! innocent! crybaby-ish reader where he is like play fighting with her and tickling her to the point where he’s pinned her down and she’s laughing so cute! but secretly, the weight of her boy on top of her and his hands all over her thighs and stomach, is making her rlly rlly wet 🥹

she’s like “steveee stop tickling me!” bc she can’t take it anymore and he does! but he also fully takes his weight off of her which makes her start huffing and whining for him to come back, grabby hands shooting out at him. steve is confused, ofc, like “honey i thought you wanted me to stop?” and she’s so embarrassed covering her face, squeezing her thighs and almost, if not, crying in frustration.

steve pulls her hands off her face to see her eyes, laying back down on her body when her legs spread open again, looking at her to explain further, but all she can do is whine that “it hurts s’bad stevie”.

he’s confused for a moment but then he glances down and her ridden-up oversized t-shirt reveals the wet spot forming on her panties. he presses a big kiss on his angel’s lips before cooing on her mouth, lightly touching her clothed cunt, “aw honey you wanted me to stop bc your lil pussy got all wet f’me, huh? is that what you were trying to say?”

to which she responds something like “wanted y’to stop ticklin’ me, not to stop touching me :,(“! steve finds his lovely girl so adorable, he makes sure to take good care of her afterwards, like always! maybe even mocking her just a bit from getting so turned on from a little tickling 🫠

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this is definitely soft dom!daddy!steve…

like he’s so doting and caring and careful and affectionate, always spoiling and praising his angel, being all playful and funny and silly like he always is— and the two are best friends, don’t get it twisted! they’re dating, but they’re still the best of friends… they banter and play fight and mock each other, share secrets and personal thoughts and feelings and they gossip together, play pranks on each other… all the good best friend things…

so they’re very close. very. loyal and devoted and completely obsessed with each other. as much as steve’s sweet girl loves to dote on him and take care of him, it’s more so her stevie’s self-assigned job to care for his baby.

and so steve buys her flowers, takes her on cute dates, is always looking out for her and can’t help his casual dominance, tying her shoes and carrying her places sometimes and brushing her hair and treating her like a little doll, his little doll. slowly acclimates her to what being in a relationship is like, he’s so so patient.

but he’s so hungry for her, it drives him insane how oblivious she is to the affect she has on him, how fucking adorable and clueless she is but also so very eager to please— because that’s all she wants, to be stevie’s good girl, to make him feel safe and loved and cared for, to make him feel good. but she gets greedy easily now… now that steve has ingrained in her mind that he truly wants her and loves her, that he’s all hers, that he wants to spoil her, marry her and make her his little wife, and spend his entire life with her!!!!!! her! his best friend! his person! they’re soulmates after all!!!!!!

her shyness stays, it’s just who she is (and steve finds it so fucking cute he has to constantly hold himself back from cooing at her all the time), but she’s just so horny for her stevie and doesn’t know how to say it ‘cause she’s so embarrassed and flustered and unsure and finds it hard to voice her needs and wants, so it manifests into tears. whenever she wants something from her stevie she gets all soft and small and pouty, grabbing at him and whining and holding his fingers to get his attention, and steve coos at her, can’t help it, his sweet angel girl so needy, and he always wants to give her the world, right? that’s his baby! she deserves to be spoiled! but her stevie is very clear in his rules— you have to speak up, tell him what you want, communicate. that’s very important to him.

and yeah, in theory his angel thinks it’s perfect, the communication and attention and how safe it makes her feel, but she physically can’t speak up when her stevie is making her feel all these sweet, intense, pretty feelings that she’s never felt before, even though she knows her stevie, her daddy, will always give her whatever she wants 😖 she just gets so pouty and teary-eyed and huffs and puffs, crossing her arms or stomping her foot like a spoiled brat until she’s so desperate bc her stevie is adamant she has to tell him what she wants before he does anything, that he’ll give her whatever she wants if she asks for it, that she whines and mumbles and asks him “pretty please, daddy” and steve is gone.

when her perfect, incredible, dreamy stevie is playing around with her, after she teases him or mocks him or they pretend-fight, or when they’re joking around, he’ll tickle her ‘cause she has the cutest little giggles, even though her laugh is kind of weird— sometimes loud, sometimes silent, sometimes she’ll fall down from laughing so hard. still, he loves it. it’s his favorite sound in the world, along with her little needy noises. it’s always different and funny and steve loves finding out what kind of laugh he’ll get out of his sweet girl that day, so he tickles. and if there’s one thing about his angel is that she loves using him as a weighted blanket, loves his weight on her, pressing her down and molding their bodies together, so that coupled with how his hands are all over her body, fingers gripping her and poking at her, his bulge rubbing against her, she gets needy. wet. very greedy. but if her stevie gets up or pulls away or sits back????? away from her????? she’ll turn into such a crybaby, like it’s the most insulting thing he could ever do, to pull away.

and steve knows. he knows how much she’s taken to steve being all over her, making her feel good, letting her explore and learn what they both like, being the only one to touch her and her him, but she still carries this air of innocence and softness and inexperience that drives him up the wall. the little looks she gives him and the shy smiles and the eagerness. she’ll be the horniest little minx, crawling up his lap and rubbing her cunt against his thigh, but will also hide her face and whimper and get all shy even if steve is balls deep inside her.

the duality of her never fails to disarm him completely. steve definitely tickles his angel sometimes when he wants to rile her up and get her needy for him— he thinks she’s clueless about it, but soon it turns into this thing where steve has pretty much conditioned her to turn into a needy little mess whenever he starts tickling her— she gets wet instantly now.

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[lafleshlumpeater]

Could you please do a Luke x sunshine reader where Luke asks the reader on a date, and they agreed. Then, when he comes to pick them up at her cabin, their siblings interrogate him and threaten him a little if he hurts their sibling.

I hope you’re okay with child of aphrodite reader<3

Warnings: fem!reader, teasing, very slightly suggestive comment- lmk if there’s anything else<3

luke castellan masterlist

Luke didn’t know whether to be nervous or slightly flattered that he was receiving looks from the window which were impossible to ignore.

Dressed in an unbuttoned blue flannel which he’d borrowed from one of his siblings and a plain white t- shirt underneath, he wonders whether he should have opted for something more formal instead when he sees slightly mocking smirks and giggles from your fashion expert siblings.

Or maybe it was too formal.

He was unsure as to which way round he had it wrong.

And then there were the flowers. What would be more romantic, fancy, cellophane- wrapped roses or something simpler with just a satin bow? After consulting Katie Gardner, his brother’s girlfriend, about his dilemma she had snipped off some lush, crimson roses for him so the stems were short and wrapped around with a thin piece of white ribbon. Only now he realised how stupid he probably looked, a small gift so classy and somewhat luxurious and in an attire so casual.

It wasn’t an everyday occurrence for Luke Castellan to feel hot all over and want the ground to swallow him whole, but there were few and rare occurrences. Like the first time he had been at camp he had been wandering aimlessly to find where everyone was getting their food from (why had no- one thought to tell him that all he had to do was think about the food he wanted?), or when he had somehow managed to singe some of his hair off that one time he was in the Hephaestus cabin since they were in the same team as him for capture the flag (he had told them the flamethrowers were too much for their chariot) and, well, like now.

Just as he was weighing up the advantages and disadvantages of knocking on the cabin and asking for you (he’d be able to escape the taunting laughter sooner, but the overpowering smell of all the cosmetics and perfumes gave him a headache) the door finally swung open and oh if his heart wasn’t beating a thousand miles an hour before it definitely was now.

You were dressed in a sundress of pure white, that was snatched in places and hung loose in others perfectly. Your skin was smooth and glassy, reflecting the glow of the white fabric. Lips curled upwards into an easygoing smile, painted a pretty bubblegum pink colour Luke often associated with your personality. Two tendrils of hair carelessly free from the confines of the simple yet elegant style of your hair framing your face perfectly- the very embodiment of Aphrodite’s kin.

It was only when you giggle a small “Hi,” that Luke realises his jaw is slack, lips slightly parted. He clears his throat, standing up straighter and hand running through his hair.

“Hey,” he stammers. “You look…”

“Oi, loverboy!” His flustered compliment is cut- off with a shout from the open cabin window. His head whips towards the sound, slightly miffed that the moment was interrupted.

Mitchell. One of your brothers.

“Treat her well, alright?”, the smug boy yells, self- satisfaction written all over his face. “And no touchy- touchy business.”

Luke’s half- tempted to grab your hand and run away from the teasing. “Uh, you-”

“Yeah, what he said! Treat her well!” Lacy’s head pops out next to her brother’s, nails half- painted where they grip the window frame. “And be back before eight, okay? We have a girls’ night planned! No forgetting, or I swear I will interrupt whatever frisky business-”

“Okay, okay!” You interrupt, vivacious laughter escaping your throat. “That’s enough, I think we get the message.” You slip your delicate hand into his, looking up at him through long eyelashes. “Right?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Luke mutters with an abashed smile, relieved to be saved from the incessant torture and just wanting to get to the destination of your date as soon as possible. Just as shyly, he holds the flowers out to you, awaiting your approval.

You take them. “For me? They’re so lovely.” You inhale them, eyes fluttering closed at the fragrance. “Thanks, so much!” You reach up on tiptoes, even on white heels, and quickly kiss his cheek.

As the two of you walk away, hand in hand, Luke curses at the way his cheeks flush at the titters and hollers of your siblings under his breath.

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

Can I request reader teasing Miguel and trying to rile him up at a gathering, nearly getting him in trouble in front of your parents, so he just snaps and punishes you?

Aaaa my first Miguel request!!! Baby this idea has me crazyyyy.

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What else are you supposed to do? It's a small gathering of your parents' friends and Miguel is here. You're bored. You need something to do other than answer everyone's questions about how your second year of college is going for you.

And it's so easy. Miguel just about sets himself up. He walks into the kitchen when you're alone and he playfully squeezes your ass. How are you not supposed to rub your ass back against his crotch?

That little stunt of yours manages to make him harder than he already was. He gasps softly, a low groan leaving his lips as his hands grab onto your hips. He pushes you against the counter, pressing his body to yours.

His hard cock presses against your ass and you shudder, desire pooling between your thighs. “You dirty thing,” he says lowly, his mouth lowering to your ear. “What do you think you're doing?”

You shrug innocently. “Nothing, Mr. O'Hara,” you say in a sweet little tone. “I'm just helping my parents around in the kitchen.” You smirk softly as you turn to face him, one of your hands moving to the front of his jeans. You palm his hard-on through his pants and he groans, eyes fluttering shut.

You get a rise out of teasing him. Out of seeing him suffer a little.

You pull your hand away and say, “My mamá is waiting for the enchiladas.” You grab the platter of enchiladas and walk out of his arms, away from him.

Miguel stays where he is, hands gripping onto the counter too tight, body hunched over, breathing heavily. His eyes are shut hard, his mouth open as he pants in and out.

He feels like some goddamned beast on the verge of losing it. This is how your father finds him.

“Miguel, buddy, what's wrong?” he asks, patting Miguel's shoulder. “The party's outside.”

No, Miguel wants to say. That little princesa is outside, and she's a dangerous thing...

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Night falls. The party has gathered around a bonfire, drinking a few beers and sharing stories. You're sitting on one of the patio chairs, wearing Miguel's sweater, your arms crossed over your chest. You'd been cold. He wordlessly put his sweater on you.

You watch from afar as everyone chats and laughs and shares and—

You lock eyes with Miguel. From across the bonfire, he watches you like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes are sharp, dark, and it sends a shudder through you.

You have the audacity to grin at him and nod microscopically towards your house. You get up and walk inside, mostly unnoticed by the rest.

Miguel plans on waiting a few minutes to follow you, but he doesn't hold out for more than half a minute when he hops to his feet and murmurs something about going to the bathroom. Without caring if others heard him or not, he walks inside the house.

He finds you in the hall that leads to the staircase. You're leaning against the wall, his sweater lopsided, revealing your shoulder where you still have a hickey from the last time you two had an encounter.

He walks towards you, that innocent look on your face sending rage through him. And he loves it. The way you're so mean to him, purposely riling him up and then walking away–fuck, the way he needs to make you sorry you ever did it.

He reaches you and harshly pushes you against the wall. A soft gasp leaves you and guilt fills him as he realizes that he was too rough. He's about to apologize when he sees the way your eyes darken with lust and he raises an eyebrow with piqued interested.

He leans down a little, his lips inching closer to yours. Your breath hitches and you softly say, “Miguel, please.”

“Princesa, you owe me big time, and you're in no position to ask for favors,” he points out, voice low and menacing.

You shiver, either because you can hear the rage in his words or because you're incredibly aroused, you're not sure.

He grabs your chin in his fingers, titling your head up so that your gaze holds his.

“Abre la boca, princesa,” he says lowly. Open your mouth.

Your eyes flutter at the order as you do what he wants. Your lips part for him and Miguel drags his thumb over your lower lip before spitting in your mouth. You whine quietly and his cock twitches. Your eyes threaten to close and he tugs at your chin, forcing your gaze back to his. Instinctively, you swallow, your eyes not leaving his.

His hand slides from your chin to your neck, choking you ever so slightly. “You owe me an apology, princesa,” he says lowly.

You nod, your breathing heavy.

“Ponte de rodillas.” Get on your knees.

You shudder and lower yourself to your knees in front of him, meeting his gaze.

He smirks slightly, his heart rate spiking at the wag you look up at him. He grabs your face in his hand, eyes darting to your mouth. He traces your lips with his thumb, gaze darkening as he pictures you choking on his cock, pretty tears rolling down your face as you whine.

You raise your hands to his pants, eager to open the button and undo the zipper. But then you hear the footsteps.

You barely get the chance to process what's happening. You don't have enough time to get up, so you quickly move your hands to your shoes, pretending to do your laces.

Meanwhile, Miguel takes a step away from you, leaning back against the hall wall.

You both glance over to find your dad standing at the far end of the hallway.

He looks a little confused about the two of you here, but he seems to recover soon enough. “Miguel, what are you doin' hiding in here?”

He shrugs. “Your kid was just tellin' me about college. I told her about our time in college. Guess it's a good thing she isn't like you, huh.”

Your dad laughs. “Yeah, she's more responsible, less of a troublemaker than we were at her age.”

Miguel gives you a little look as you finish tying and retying your shoes and stand up. “Yeah. She's a real good girl.”

You shiver at his words.

Your dad doesn't seem to notice your flustered state. “Come on, Miguel, let's go back out. Have a couple of beers, laugh. You look like you need to relax.”

“I'm fine,” Miguel says in a low snarl.

Your dad raises his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. I was just offering. We'll be outside. Help yourself to the beers in the fridge if you want.” He turns around and walks away, leaving the two of you in the hall again.

You glance up at Miguel. “You want a drink?” you ask. “There's a lot more than just beer in the house.”

He turns to you, a dark glare in his eyes. It sends a shock of fear through you, spilling desire all across your skin.

“Go get in my car. I'm taking you to my place.” His tone leaves no space for argument.

“What-what do I tell my parents?” you stutter.

He loves when you get like this. All nervous and excited, asking him to think for you.

“Tell them you've got a party or something. I'll tell them it's on my way and I'll drop you off.”

You nod. You walk back outside, heart racing in anticipation. “Dad, I-I gotta get going,” you tell him.

“Where you going?” he asks you, frowning slightly.

“Oh, I-I've got a party,” you lie, nodding softly.

“A party?” your mom says, stepping into the conversation. “Go on, honey. Go have fun. You'll have a better time than staying here with us.”

Your dad nods. “Yeah. You want me to take you, or—”

“Actually, I was gonna take her,” Miguel cuts in. “The party's on my way home.”

Your dad frowns. “You're leaving already, Miguel?”

He nods, rubbing his nape. “It's been a long day and I gotta wake up early tomorrow.” He's lying through his teeth. And everyone knows it. They just don't know it's because of you.

“Alright. Uh. Okay.” Your dad nods. He turns to you. “Be good, kiddo. What time are you going to be back?”

“Um” —you exchange a look with Miguel— “probably tomorrow morning?” Miguel gives you a tiny, tiny nod that only you can see. “Yeah, tomorrow morning,” you confirm.

Your dad nods. You know he's not happy with you being out all night, but you're twenty-two, he can't exactly tell you what to do and what not to do. “Have fun.”

Miguel smirks slyly. “I'm sure she will.”

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The drive back to Miguel's is mostly silent. Except for the occasional moans and whimpers you can't help but let out as Miguel slides his fingers over your slick pussy.

As soon as you got in his truck and he started driving away, he'd snuck his hand under your skirt, delighted—although not surprised—to find you already soaked through your panties.

He pushed those aside with ease and worked on slowly teasing you the way he knows you love.

Now, he's pushing you to an intense, rough orgasm. You can feel it spreading in your lower stomach, making your body quiver.

“Miguel,” you whimper, gasping. “Miguel, please—”

“You don't get to ask for favors,” he reminds you. “Just sit back and take it.”

You whine, back arching, body trembling. Your eyes shut tight, mouth falling open as you start to fall over the edge—

Miguel's touch stops just as suddenly as it had started. He leaves you hanging there, making you shudder and whimper as your orgasm dissipates. “No! No!”

And Miguel laughs. He sounds almost delighted at your reaction, at the look of pain on your face. “What's wrong, princesa?” he mocks. “Do you not like the consequences of your actions?”

You squirm, legs trembling as your pleasure washes away. “No, no,” you whine. “Miguel, please.”

He chuckles darkly, ignoring you as he keeps driving calmly, looking absolutely indifferent to your obvious suffering.

“Please,” you say softly. “Miguel...”

He rolls his eyes. “Christ, alright,” he huffs, as if you were asking him an enormous favor. He slides his hand between your sweat-slick thighs, his cock twitching at the mere thought of being inside of you.

Miguel touches you just like you'd asked, fingers teasing your cunt until you're dripping onto the seat.

He drives with ease, completely unbothered by your hand around his wrist, nails digging into his skin. He doesn't even have to look over at you as he touches you; he knows your body well enough, he has a map of every inch of your skin in his brain, every crevice and every sensitive spot perfectly memorized.

You can feel another orgasm growing within you, a warm bubble rising to a boil as he keeps fucking you with his fingers.

You bite your tongue, whining softly, hoping you somehow manage to hide the fact that you're close.

“Why so quiet all of a sudden?” he mocks, chancing a glance at you. Your eyes are shut tight, head thrown back against the headrest. He runs his tongue over his teeth, aching to bite your soft neck, leave hickeys all over the delicate skin...

Your orgasm bubbles closer to the surface, your soft gummy walls clenching around his fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hiss under your breath, mind growing hazy from ecstasy.

The corner of his mouth curls into a smirk. He recognizes the way your body shakes, the little gasps that escape you. He knows you're close. His fingers keep playing with your cunt, making you see stars until you're trembling with your nearing orgasm.

And just before you can come, he pulls away, leaving you whimpering, tears of frustration welling in your eyes.

“No,” you whine. “Miguel, no. I need to come.”

He laughs, enjoying your distress. “Sucks for you,” he chuckles. “Should've thought of that before you misbehaved, princesa.”

You shudder. “Please, Miguel. Oh, please, I need to come!”

“If you want it so bad, why don't you do it yourself?” he challenges.

You turn to look at him. He looks absolutely careless, eyes on the road, lips twisted into a tiny grin. “You-you—What?” Your voice is high-pitched, your eyes wide, lashes wet with tears of frustration.

“If you want to come, do it yourself,” he repeats. “You're a big girl; you can do it yourself, can't you?”

You whine, biting your lower lip as you move a hand between your thighs. Your fingers trace over your folds before spreading them apart, making space for you to play with your clit. You let out a breathy moan and Miguel glances over at you. His cock twitches at the sight, and—not for the first time—he considers sometime filming you. You're so beautiful, you turn him on so much, and he'd love to have a video of you with your fingers deep in yourself, just like you are right now, skirt hastily pushed out of the way, panties forced to the side...

He groans at the thought. He'd make an entire movie with you, hours of everything he loves to do to you. He'd bend you over the bed, have you ride him, have you under him. He'd eat you out until you'd be shaking and gasping for him to stop. He'd have you suck his cock so he can come all over your face and on your pretty tits. He'd fuck you dumb, hoping to be able to record the glow of your skin once he's through with you.

You thrust your fingers into you with ease, trying desperately to come. The pleasure within you grows, spreads over your skin, but it's not the same as when Miguel does it. His touch is electrifying, the perfect combination of rough, fast and deep.

The more you try to make yourself come, the more you realize you can't. You need him. You can't do it on your own.

You don't want to admit it to him, so you keep trying, only managing to grow more and more frustrated as your fingers fail to push you over the edge.

By the time you get to Miguel's place, you're a crying, sobbing mess, fingers slick with your desperation, your body aching for release.

“Aw,” he mocks, “what’s wrong, princesa?” He cups your face in one of his enormous hands, his thumb running over your tears. “What are you crying for?”

You sniffle. “Please, Miguel,” you cave, your eyes brimming with tears, wide and needy. You give him a gorgeous, puppy-eye look through your wet eyelashes, and he groans lowly as the image of you with his cock down your throat pops into his mind.

“Let’s go inside, princesa,” he says, stepping out of his truck. On wobbly legs, you mimic him, opening the car door and hoping out. Miguel marches to the front door of his house without giving you so much as a glance.

He walks inside and you follow him. The house is dark, the moonlight casting shadows through the window. He’s on you as if he were starved for you.

He pushes you against the wall, kicking the door shut. He towers over you, enormous body caging yours to the call. You whine softly, a gasp leaving you as he slides a thick thigh between your legs, pressing his knee to your cunt.

He chuckles as your slick starts to seep through his pants. He can feel your desperation, he can almost taste it. He’s spent too much time with his mouth on your cunt to not have your taste perfectly memorized.

You, the needy little desperate thing you are, start grinding against his thigh, eager, greedily. He chuckles lowly, one of his hands holding onto your hip to guide your movements, the other one on the wall, right beside your head.

“You’re in so much trouble,” he laughs, a rumble from deep in his throat. “So much trouble.” He moves his mouth to your ear, voice thick and sweet, like honey pouring down  the side of your neck. “Do you have any idea how bad I wanted to just drag you up to your bedroom, bend you over your bed and take what’s rightfully mine?”

You swallow hard, whimpering as you desperately grind on his leg. “Miguel...”

“If you want me to take care of your needy little pussy, you’re going to have to do something for me, princesa.” He grabs your chin in his hand, his thumb tracing your lips before sliding between them, pressing down on your tongue.

You instantly know what he wants. Keeping your eyes on his, you lower yourself to your knees, trapped between his body and the wall at your back. Your hands rise to the waistband of his pants, fingers trembling slightly in anticipation. You undo his pants, pull them down with ease. His cock springs free, hard and heavy, the tip a dark red. Your eyes move up to Miguel’s, meeting his starved gaze.

You give his cock a kitten-lick, heat shuddering through you as he groans. He pushes your hair out of your face as you lean in, taking him in your mouth. He grunts, fingers tugging at your hair.

“There you go...atta girl, princesa,” he groans, biting his lower lip. He slowly starts moving his hips as you suck him off, enjoying the way your eyes widen with worry every time he pushes deeper.

You hold onto his hips, gagging when he pushes your head forward until your nose touches the wiry hair at the base of his abdomen. Your pretty eyes glance up at him, tears starting to fall down your cheeks. The sight makes his cock twitch between your lips, and your eyes flutter shut.

He tugs your hair harshly, making you gasp and open your eyes. “Look at me,” he orders. “Don’t you dare take your eyes away from me.”

“Mhmm,” you hum as you keep going. His cock slides down your throat, making you gag. You struggle to keep your eyes open through the tears that slide down your face.

Miguel is delighted. He can’t get enough of the look in your eyes, can’t keep himself from thrusting into your mouth. You gasp, whining lowly. He holds your head in place as he facefucks you, relishing in the way you almost can’t take him.

He thrusts into your mouth until you’re crying, trying to move away from him, hazy with lust and desperation.

He pulls himself out of your mouth, wanting to come in your pussy instead, and he picks you up. He carries you to one of the counters and sets you on the floor and spins you around. You brace your hands on the tabletop and barely have time to react when he’s pushing you down, forcing your chest against the countertop.

You arch your back for him, breathing heavily. He tugs your skirt down impatiently and your panties follow. Your pussy is soaked, clit swollen, and Miguel chuckles.

“Ay, princesa,” he squeezes your ass with one of his hands, “you’re so pathetic for me.”

You whine. He runs the thick head of his cock between your folds, shuddering as your arousal smears over him. You moan silently, hips pressing back in search of more.

He slides into you with ease, making you squeal. “Dios,” he gasps, enormous hands holding your hips. “Fuck.”

He doesn’t even give you the chance to adjust before he’s pounding you, the movement of his hips rough and fast, merciless. You cry out, both in pleasure and pain as he fucks you. You scrape your nails against the countertop, eyes fluttering shut.

“Say thank you,” he orders, voice gruff, his fingers digging into your hips. “Say thank you because I shouldn’t be giving you this. I should be fucking those pretty tits of yours and coming all over your face without giving you anything.” You whine in reply, and he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it hard and forcing your back to arch. “Instead, I’m filling your greedy cunt with my cock. You’re not even going to thank me for it?”

“Thank you,” you gasp between broken moans and breathless whimpers. “Thank you—mm!”

He spanks you, making your body jerk forward, pressing against the counter. “Thank you for what?”

“Thank you for-for giving me your cock,” you say, eyes shut tight, voice trembling with each word. You bite your lower lip, gasping as his rough thrusts splinter your every thought into nothing.

He keeps one hand on your hip, the other one releasing your hair to slide under you. He pushes your shirt up over your breasts and undoes your bra with ease. As it falls away, his fingers quickly find your tits, squeezing them, pinching your nipples and tugging them almost too hard. Almost.

Your pussy tightens around him and he shudders. “You dirty little thing,” he scoffs. “Look at you. You’ve been a tease all day, misbehaving just because you like it when I rough you up.”

You whine, trying to move your hips back to meet his every thrust. Your efforts don’t last long, though; he’s fucking you too hard, too deep for you to do anything but take it.

Miguel leans down, his chest pressing against your back. He drags his sharp teeth over your shoulder blades, licks his way to your nape. You shiver as he gently bites your shoulder, your body trembling as he sinks his teeth into your skin.

He bites you until you’re squirming in pain, until he knows he’s close to piercing your soft flesh. He licks the spot, flattening his tongue against the mark he’s left. Then, he licks his way down your spine, placing a few open-mouthed kisses, a trail of his saliva smearing over your back.

“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, princesa?” His voice is thick, his cock bruising your cervix with each pound. “You’re going to come on my cock and you’re gonna squirt too, aren’t you?”

Lately, Miguel has taken to teach you how to squirt. You’ve managed to do it a couple of times, but it’s always been with his careful guidance. He’s had you try to do it yourself while he watches, but you’re never able to. If it’s not his touch, it just doesn’t happen.

“Y-you know I can’t,” you stutter, thighs starting to tremble, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“You’re going to,” Miguel repeats, firmly. “No te estoy preguntando.” I’m not asking you.

You shiver at the command, his voice leaving no room for you to argue.

“And if you don’t,” he continues, leaning down so that his mouth is right beside your ear; he whispers, “you will get in big, big trouble, princesa. ¿Entiendes?”

You nod. “Yes, Miguel,” you whimper.

“Good.” He keeps ramming into you, his eyes glancing down to watch his enormous cock slide in and out of you. God, he wishes he had a camera. To film you like this, record your every movement, every sound, every expression. He’d force you to watch the video later, and he’d have his head between your thighs while you writhe in embarrassment and pleasure.

But that’s for another time.

Your first orgasm blossoms deep in your womb, a ticking bomb with a short fuse. You can feel the heat growing and growing, spreading within you and boiling almost as soon as it appears.

The pleasure presses against the walls of your womb, makes everything in you coil tight and shudder as your world pauses for a moment. You moan breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut, and then you’re falling over the edge, the pleasure bursting across your skin.

Miguel laughs as he feels you come, his hand that’s under you moving from your tits to your pussy. As he keeps fucking you, he runs his fingers over your clit, pinching the sensitive nub. You jerk, oversensitive, and he chuckles.

“Already?” he mocks, his thrusts slowing to a stop. “Are you that much of a slut for me?”

You can feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. You’re about to deny it in vain when he pulls out of you. You whine in complaint, but just as you begin to demand an explanation, he turns you around, picking you up and setting you on the counter.

His eyes rake over your body, moving from your face to your tits, down your torso until he sees your pussy, raw and dripping. He slaps your cunt, making you squeal, and he groans lowly.

“Fuck,” he hisses. He wraps a hand around your throat, smirking slightly, and then he’s ramming into you again.

You gasp, eyes shutting tight, eyebrows scrunching up in pain as his cock forces your sensitive gummy walls to stretch. His hand tightens around your throat and you whimper, a shock of fear coursing through your veins.

“Princesa,” he hums, “you have to squirt for me or you’re going to get in trouble.”

You nod, desperate, body trembling.

“And you’re going to have to do it all on your own.”

You want to complain about that, but you know it won’t get you anywhere. Instead, you move one of your hands between your body and Miguel’s, fingers finding your clit with ease. You pet the little nub, giving it a slow buildup, a familiar string of ecstasy growing taut within you.

Miguel watches. He loves to watch. He likes how you get shy and a little embarrassed, your pretty eyes avoiding his as he enjoys the sight. It’s one of his favorite images of you—you, spread out on the bed, fingers knuckle-deep in yourself, eyes embarrassed. He gets off to that thought at least three times a day.

You can feel a second orgasm approaching. Your velvet walls clench around him and he gasps, hips stuttering slightly. He can feel his own release growing close, bubbling just beneath the surface, threatening to burst.

You gasp, back arching. You lay down on the countertop, head thrown back, body shaking. As one of your hands keeps flicking against your clit, touching it in all your favorite ways, your other hand moves to grab Miguel’s wrist. You lead his hand from your neck to your mouth, stuffing his fingers between your lips.

He smirks as he realizes what you want. It’s not the first time you request this. He found out you have a thing for gagging on his fingers, and he positively adores it.

His middle finger and his ring finger press down against your tongue, going deep enough to have you gagging in seconds.

The combination of you choking on his fingers, full to the brim with his cock, and your hand playing with your clit has you reeling over the edge almost too soon.

You come again, shuddering and gasping, muffled moans leaving your lips. And you keep rubbing your clit hard, almost violently, until you squirt on him.

Miguel groans at the sight, his thrusts growing harsher, impossibly deeper, until he comes. He unloads his seed deep into your pussy, filling you with his release. It spills out of you, trails down your thighs, stains your skin.

As you slowly regain your breath, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, caressing your cheek, leaving your skin wet from your own spit.

“Mi princesa,” he hums, smiling softly. “You did good. You did real good.” Something in his eyes darkens, an almost predatory look flashing in his gaze. “But I’m not done with you yet. Oh, no. I won’t be done with you for the whole night.”

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I'm literally so sorry this took so long!!! I hope it was worth the wait <3

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Hi Jen!!!❤️❤️❤️

I saw your requests were open so possibly, social media au or not, Cillian Murphy’s or Christopher Nolan’s daughter (either one would be fine, but I saw your imagine about Nolan!reader x Cillian so maybe Cillian would be better, either one is fine though) dating Charles Leclerc or lando Norris

(I don’t know if this has been done yet but it feels very random, but it I saw you wrote for F1 and Cillian so I just thought of that crossover. Couldn’t decide which driver I wanted to request for so I’ll leave it up to you between Charles and lando)

But if you do, then thank you!!!

my favorite nepo baby | lando norris

faceclaim saorsie ronan (don’t hate me, yes ik there’s more irish actresses but i love saoirse) also i love this request, mixing random fandoms is my favorite thing ever

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summer break

Y/n Murphy only knew Daniel Ricciardo because he had friends everywhere. It was only a matter of time before the Irish actress met the famous honey badger. Soon, his friends became her friends and the whole friend group was hanging out everywhere.

One of their hang out spots was the F1 paddock. Daniel insisted for Y/n to come to his favorite race, the Austin Grand Prix. It was no secret that Daniel is secretly a Texan so he wanted his new friend to experience the Texas atmosphere.

“We need to get you some boots and maybe a longhorns jersey. You’ll look so cool, trust me.” Daniel said as him, Heidi and Y/n walked into the AlphaTauri garage.

“He’s going to convert you into a Texan.” Heidi whispered to Y/n.

“Can you imagine me going home to my father speaking with a texas accent? He’ll have a stroke!” Y/n laughed.

“I bet that by the end of the day, you’ll love texas as much as I do.” Daniel smirked. “Maybe you’ll find a country boy you can take home to your old man.”

“Oh god, he’s going to have more strokes, die then come back and have more strokes.”

“Well then I can get you a British boy that won’t make your old man die.”

Y/n knew who Daniel was referring to. On the day of her birthday, which was a few days ago, Daniel showed her the comments that Lando had left on his post.

‘my favorite nepo baby’

While she told everyone she didn’t have an Instagram account, she had a secret one that only had about twenty followers which were close family and friends. She used that account to look at Lando’s account. She was going to lie, he was attractive.

“Just make an instagram! That boy keeps messaging me about you.” Daniel pleaded.

“I don’t use social media, I tried and I didn’t like it.” What a lie.

“Okay well can you at least talk to him? Wait, I should go with you, he might be the one having a stroke.”

So while Heidi stayed back in the garage, Daniel accompanied Y/n to the Mclaren garage so Lando could finally meet his favorite nepo baby. Y/n started to feel nervous, why? She didn’t know, she hardly knew Lando apart from his instagram posts.

“Hey Landoooooo!” Daniel dragged out the o.

“Is that Daniel Ric—” Lando’s voice stopped when he noticed who was standing beside Daniel.

“Is he having a stroke? I can’t tell.” Daniel whispered to Y/n.

“Hi . . . You’re y/n. Wow.” Lando tried to play it cool. “I’m Lando, but I’m guessing you already knew that because of the giant Australian yelling my name. Thank you Daniel.”

“Glad I could be of service. I have to go get ready, but you two go ahead and talk. Y/n, I’ve been told the Mclaren garage is the best spot to watch a race so . . bye!”

And all thanks to Daniel Ricciardo and his match making skills, your dad, Cillian, didn’t have a stroke when he finally met Lando.

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[bruisedboys]

miguel o’hara x fem!spidergirl!reader

I’m on my period so this is really just self indulgent but all I can think about is miguel being worried abt you when you’re on your period!!!!

first of all, you don’t show up for a briefing in his office, which is weird because you always show up, even if it’s just to see him. miguel shrugs it off, maybe you’re busy, maybe you’re with your friends, maybe you’ve decided you hate him. it’s only when it’s lunch time and he braves the cafeteria but can’t see you anywhere that he really starts to get worried. you unfortunately love the cafeteria food. miguel hates it but sits with you while you eat, anyway.

he decides he should probably call you, or ask lyla for your whereabouts. he goes with the latter because you never answer your phone. lyla reports that by the location of your multiverse watch, you’re in miguel’s quarters, which are really his and yours by now.

when miguel enters the room he finds you on his bed, half dead or maybe worse.

“cariño.” miguel drops to his knees at your side, all attempts to hide how much he cares for you forgotten. “I’ve been looking for you all day. what’s the matter? are you sick?”

you mumble something into the pillows that sounds vaguely like “m’cramping.” miguel clocks the painkillers on the bedside table, your hands clutching your stomach, remembers how you’d burst into tears over lunch two days ago for no apparent reason, and says, “oh.”

work goes on hold for the rest of the day. miguel spends it coaxing you out of bed, into the hot shower where he shuts his eyes while you get in, not because he hasn’t seen it before but because he knows you probably want privacy right now. then he gets you back into bed with comfy clothes and a glass of water. you’re grumpy and unwilling the whole time but miguel tries to make it better by giving you an abundance of kisses between each task. he supposes this is how it feels for you to take care of him normally, except he doesn’t get a period, he’s just grumpy by default. his fondness for you multiples tenfold.

once you’re back in bed it’s your turn to beg, though it doesn’t take much for him to climb in next to you, let you rest your head on his shoulder and guide his big hands to your aching stomach. he gets at least twenty incoming calls on his watch from multiple spider-people wondering where he is. he switches it off after the twentieth and decides he’ll deal with it all tomorrow. besides, you’ve fallen asleep on him, your face squished into his shoulder and your hands resting on top of his, and he really wouldn’t like to know what would happen if he woke you up.

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[lotte-s-web]

Rockstar!Hobie x reader though 😩

The album covers for some of his playlists are pictures of your lips and chin, or bare shoulder where his hands are, or if you’re a female, his hands on your tits from behind HDJSNJSJS

Random shout outs during shows or concerts and looking straight at you as he says literally anything that makes the crowd go wild

Fucking in his dressing room after a show with his adrenaline still pumping, his black lipstick smudged around his lips and your neck covered in marks that shows what messed it up

EVEN BETTER IF it’s BEFORE A SHOW

He probably wears makeup (personal head cannon where he does Smokey eyes or eyeliner during shows) and so imagine BEFORE A SHOW

His lipstick smudged, and marks around your neck as you find a place in the crowd and he proudly stares with a smug smirk HDHSJSJSJSJXJJX CLAWING AT THE WALLS

(Sorry for yapping)

NONONONON ACTUALLY THANK YOU FOR YAPPING I LOVE IT WHEN I GET STUFF LIKE THIS IN MY INBOX

aghh where do i even begin with rockstar hobie... he's just so hdghsgbsdhsdvfhsdfvshd

his album covers are always photos of you without your face showing, always with a mark of him on your skin. whether that be his hand on your shoulder, his thumb pulling down on your lower lip, or black lipstick smeared all over your neck. he LOVES to show you off in subtle but loud ways

amidst the loud, angry and grating music his band usually produces, he makes songs just for you, showing off his love for you to every one of his fans. of course, people swoon over it, but only you get the full context of his lyrics. there are cheesy, romantic songs, just as well as there are cheeky ones. every song winks at you, references you and whispers lowly in your ear another inside joke that nobody but you and hobie will get.

oh and he's not above using your voice in his tracks. he'd record your moans and have them play in the background of his songs if you'd let him (see record). he records your laugh and little funny things you say to use them as producer/artist tags at the start of his songs. he thinks you just make his songs so much better; he'd take any chance to include you.

backstage fucking with him is always intense, exhilarating. seeing you supporting his music and singing along to his lyrics always gets his blood pumping downwards, his energy no longer directed at the show he was trying to put on.

he'll drag you out of the crowd between shows and take you somewhere where his bandmates know not to cross. one thing leads to another and suddenly, he's taking you against the wall with one hand over your mouth and another pulling your hips back against his.

he's breathing down your neck, keeping his pace fast and hard, determined to make the both of you cum as soon as possible. after all, he has to go back on stage in 15 minutes, he doesn't have all day. he has your mind all mushy, your nails scratching desperately at the wall as you near release.

he regrets having to leave you after you've both came, having to hastily clean you up; it's less than you deserve. but the fucked-out smile on your face and the messy, smudged black lipstick adorning your jaw, neck and lips almost makes it worth it.

he always kisses your cheek as he leaves you, handing you a signed guitar pick and winking at you. he shouts that you should do this again as he re-straps his guitar, not bothering to even fix the smudged eyeliner and lipstick across his lips. you say it won't happen again, but it always does.

SIGH rockstar hobie one chance god please

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