#rpf prompts

[b4sorex1a]

I was once again thinking about the doms that I like most in this universe of football players that I follow, I'm going to make a top 5 and I would really like to know yours

5th-Fermin, I think he's a good dom but I still can't see him being dom with the players above him

4th-João Felix-I see him as a dom, but I still think he would be versatile with some people(joão cancelo🤩)

3th-Jude Bellingham, the only Madridista I sympathize with. I can see him dominating many and being a sub to specific people

2th-A draw between Ferran and Pedri. If they were a couple they would fight to see who would dominate who. They are both doms on the same level (they would look for a sub togethef cofcof gavi cofcof)

1th-Robert Lewandowski, my favorite dilf. He would bring everyone down on that list to their knees for him, it could be a soft dom or a hard dom but it would be a true dom

Honorable mentions

Ronald Araújo-His big cock says all

Erling Haaland-he would be Jude's dom

Inigo Martinez-He must be vanilla and shouldn't even know what a dom or sub is😭, but gavi call him daddy…

Leo Messi-Controversial, but I see him as a dom but many see him as sub

tw: implied nsfw, minors dni.

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Ohhh yeah I’m into this top 5 of doms thing! My order of your doms goes like this!

5th — João Félix and Fermín López

I see Félix as a Top but not really as a dom! He’s too lazy for that lol! But yeah he can be a dom if he’s all pissed off! Fermín is a sweetheart I don’t see him being a Dom, but if he is, he’s a soft dom!

4th — Jude Bellingham

Yeah he can be a dom definitely! He’s a little bit controlling of his sub, doesn’t like for them to do or say stuff without his permission. “Sir” play, chained up play, rope play…

3rd — Pedri González

I love Dom! Pedri, it’s like a drug, he has dominant vibes EVERYWHERE, his way of presenting himself, his look, his eyes, he can put you in your place while he destroys your insides and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. He’s a sadist for sure, pain play, rough play,,,

2nd— Ferran Torres

Fuck he’s a man, a man, a maaan 😩. Yeah he can dominate anyone, he’s 6’1 and all muscle. He’s a sweet dom tho! Likes to impose himself but doesn’t hurt his sub. Daddy Kink play, public sex, passionate fucks, big dick energy…

1st— Robert Lewandowski

I agree! He’s like the dom, all calm but controlling, could make you beg. I see him as a hard dom, putting his sub in his place. Major bossy dom vibes. His sub needs to ask him for permission to touch themselves and to cum, if they don’t, they’re going to get punished hard. He has really good chemistry with bratty subs like Gavi because their dynamic connects so well!

I dare to say even age play goes well with him and Gavi, playing with the sinful fact that he’s older than his sub and that Pablo is so little and doesn’t know much about sex,, corruption kink vibes!

• Honorable mentions:

Yeah Araujo 😩, I don’t see Haaland as a dom but he’s topping for sure! Iñigo Martinez aaaa yes he’s so hot, and Gavi literally irl called him daddy so yeah daddy kink confirmed 100%.

Also let me tell you this.

Leo Messi 🇦🇷 is a top.

He’s dominating guys like Neymar like crazy. He’s a top guys. He’s even topping Cristiano Ronaldo idgaf my precious king Messi is a top.

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Do you agree/disagree with my top 5? Let me know 🩷

#fc barcelona #football rpf #football rpf smut #real madrid smut #top 5 beatdown #rpf smut #rpf prompts #Robert lewandowski prompt #pedri gonzalez prompt #fermin lopez prompts #joao felix prompt #ronald araujo smut #Ronald Araujo prompt #top joao felix #top Pedri gonzalez #top ferran torres #top robert lewandowski #top Ronald Araujo #top jude bellingham #smut prompts #top fermin lopez #dom! fermin? hot #bottom pablo gavi #pablo gavi prompt #leo messi prompt #top leo messi #football players smut #football rpf imagines #football smut

[tommyssupercoolblog]

hear me out.

not to get on my bullshit again but septicinnit fic where the solution for tommy's closeted ass is that seán is (band/muscian flavour) femenized enough that he convinces himself it's not gay

like you know what i mean right. the long hair. the way he wears shirts that are like almost women's cuts sometimes (neckline/shape). the earrings, the cute mannerisms, general babygirl appearance, sometimes he wears a crop top over jeans and then he moves and ur like owah theres a tummy there????? so many older band-type guys just look like beautiful women and Seán honesly SOOOOO fits that, and I mean. maybe it's okay to have a crush on the homies if the homies are femenized babygirlpilled hotties right???? RIGHT??????? less scary to have a sexuality crisis if it's not a crisis because you can 4D chess yourself into believing its not gay

rotating this in my mind right now.

#i made a textpost #septicinnit #youtuber rpf #rpf shipping #pro rpf #rpf rarepair #poppytwt #poppyblr #video blogging rpf #rpf prompts #SEÁN IS SO FUCKING PRETTY like by default. ofc im biased but come on #so babygirl of him

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #313

Vanoss Crew IRL Names & Alias Prompts: [ 6 ]

SMII7Y

It was Nogla, not me.

You're such a bitch, Nogla.

We're gonna let Grizzy win this one.

As long as Nogla doesn't win, I'm pretty happy.

Hey, Pezzy, what kind of damage can you do with that hand?

That's not very Nogla of you, Nogla.

And Pezzy still can't play.

I'm so uncomfortable with John's character saying this to me.

John, do you want a good hand?

John, you know what else is cringe?

BIGPUFFER

Is it Nogla?

Stop eating me, SMii7y.

We're getting it out of here, Matt, don't worry, you're gonna be free.

Stop Matt…

Matt, you're pushing me out of the hot tub!

Matt has trapped us, we can't leave!

SMii7y, throw him.

Hey, Matt, there's a guy right next to us.

Matt, he's underneath the thing.

Wait, we gotta look for Matt.

FL0M

SMii7y, put it the fuck down!

Eli, you ran right into it!

You have less points than me, SMii7y.

Holy shit, Tucker!

SMii7y killed that guy and ran me over with a fucking horse, you sick fuck!

SMii7y, did they catch you already?

Eli, I hate you.

SMii7y, I got you bro.

Check this out, SMii7y.

You see me, SMii7y?

VANOSSGAMING

That worked, Brian, that worked.

What do you think of that, Lanai, huh?

Come on in, Delirious, come on in.

Come on, Droidd, come out here.

Where were you when we heard the door, uh, Marcel?

What's down there, Brian?

Oh, I found it, Brian!

Brian, speak to them!

How do you make Delirious' mic quality sound good?

What are you—you're inspecting the couch, Delirious.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

Evan, are you a killer?

Nogla actually texted Evan what happened, by the way!

Legiqn has no skins.

I'm dead, Jack, one v one.

You're fucking crushing it, Legiqn You fucking crush—gone, no!

Take your time, Legiqn, I don't see the slime.

I tried to grab Jack's ass, but I couldn't make it.

I don't fucking know, Evan, have you've been there before?

And how do you suggest we do that, Evan?

Come on, Nogla, come on!

H2ODELIRIOUS

That's okay, Bryce, you don't have too.

One's coming right behind you, Bryce.

We did it, Bryce, that was easy. 

He's chasing Bryce!

I see you, Droidd.

Vanoss has been murdered by Droidd.

I hear him, Himi.

I thought that was Fourzer0seven at first…

What are you doing, Vanoss?

Another one, Marcel.

#banana bus squad #vanoss crew #banana bus squad prompts #smii7y #bigpuffer #fl0m #vanossgaming #basicallyidowrk #h2odelirious #banana bus squad sentence starters #rpf prompts #rpf #tw swearing #text #words #smii7y+squad

[brett-is-afraid]

Prompts

Thinking about Hasan sleeping with a female streamer or a trans male streamer and having them peg him. Maybe they're trying it out for the first time or maybe it's a regular thing for them. Bonus points if he's super whiney and sensitive. Extra bonus points if their size difference is emphasized a lot.

#hazsan #smut #prompts #rpf #rpf prompts #rpf safe #nsft #brett speaks

[maaxverstappen]

help me hold onto you | T | 4/12

f1driver!max and streamer!charles

The man– Charles, Max assumes– sounds French. He loves that. He should be used to a French accent, he was forced to converse with Pierre often enough, but it sounds different coming from Charles. More melodic. Almost similar to someone he used to know once. “And that made me think,” Charles says, voice bellowing from Max’s speakers. “That it was stupid that we didn't have carrots before. Like, come on, it's a farming game.” Max has no fucking idea what the hell he is on about.

or: Max is lonely and finds Charles streaming on Twitch.

based on this prompt sent to @f1prompts

#eeeee I'm rlly excited about this!!! #the prompt lived rent free in my head since the moment i saw it so i Had To #hope i can do it justice just a little :) #also for context: the songs i would add to a playlist for this fic are the archer by taylor n satellite by harry #like i said in the authors note: currently anticipating 10 chapters and one every week or so. maybe be sooner may be longer #I'm excited to get it written and posted tho so we'll see!! hence the no beta too lmao my gf said she would but i wanna post it Now #alims writes #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #f1 fanfiction #f1 fic #formula 1 rpf #formula 1 fanfiction #lestappen #lestappen fic #lestappen fanfic #lestappen rpf #1633 #3316

[theresonly1u]

There's Only One You 2024 (a sports rpf short fanwork challenge)

Tired of trying to finish your 45k fic on your 30 minute lunch break? Getting bogged down by portraiture that takes over 12 hours to complete? Want to record a podfic that takes exactly as long as the intermission break? Presenting: There’s Only One You - a sports rpf short fanwork prompt meme. Year 2!

All fanworks + all sports rpf welcome.

Prompt format: 1 pairing + 1 word.

Fanwork fills have maximum length: Fic: 2000 words // Podfic: 20 minutes // Fanart: 2 hours of effort // Playlists: 10 songs // Vids: 2 minutes // something else? follow those guidelines!

☀️ Schedule ☀️ Prompts open: Now!! Posting opens: March 13 Prompts close: March 20 Posting closes: April 4 Fanworks revealed: April 5 Creators revealed: April 8

INFO.

FAQ.

RULES.

Questions? Ask on tumblr or email [email protected].

Art by the amazing @sorrellegiance!! Thank you Sor 🥳🥳

Changes this year:

#prompt meme #ao3 #sports rpf #rpf #i made some logistical changes from last year so hopefully it goes smoother this time around!

[the-way-of-words]

You Drive Me Crazy // prompt fic

Hi there! Sorry it's taking me some time to get to the smut prompts... ✨life✨ is a thing and sometimes it's hard, but thank you for your patience! @thebadchic asked for Noah with #30 "You don't understand how angry I am right now." and #50 "You're all mine." - "Mhm" - "Say it." - "I'm all yours." Content warnings: jealousy, rough-ish sex, P in V sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling Contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. This is fiction. It's not real, it never happened. Scroll on if that's not your thing

Enjoy!

Master list can be found here

The door slams behind Noah as he follows you into the house, leaning against the doorway as you turn to him. “Will you just let it go?”

“No.” He retorts, “Because you don’t understand how angry I am right now.” 

Rolling your eyes, you plant your hands on your hips. “Are you kidding me? I know exactly how angry you are right now.” You scoff before you take a step forward, “I know you Noah. I smiled at your friend a little too much and you got all twisted.” 

His jaw ticks and you know you’re right. It may be playing with fire but you keep going anyway. “Do I need to remind you we’re not exactly in a relationship here… You’re too busy for one of those, remember? We’re both free to explore other options as long as we’re up front with one another. Your rules.” 

You’re pushing it and you know it. What started out as a string of casual one offs quickly turned into something more when both of you found it increasingly harder to leave the other’s bed the morning after. It hurt, when you eventually had the talk and he let you know as much as he liked you, he couldn’t do a relationship right now and while you’re not one to sit and wait around for a guy; there was something about Noah that kept you coming back. 

There had to be something about you too, because he’s the one that joined you in the cab after you decided to head home for the night.

“It was more than that and you know it.” Noah says, leaning forward to get into your space a little. “You seem to forget, I know exactly how you flirt, how you look when you’re hoping to get some.” 

He’s right and you were. But running into him and a friend of his you had only met a handful of times had been an accident. Even so, you couldn’t deny that Davis was cute and when he started flirting with you, who were you to say no? It was harmless, really, but you’d be lying if there wasn’t a part of you that got a little excited. Especially when the man’s hand landed on your thigh and you could feel Noah’s eyes burning into when his friend’s thumb rubbed back and forth over the black denim of your jeans. 

“So what, Noah? I’m sorry I got a little close with Davis, but once again… I’m not yours.” 

He pushes away from your door, stepping into your space and even though you’d never tell him, you feel yourself grow wet as you tilt your head back to look at him. “You sure about that?” He asks. “Because if I didn’t know any better, I’m the one you’ve been calling when you need a little release. When you need someone to hold you down and fuck you into next week.” 

“Well,” you say, placing your hands on his chest before you lightly push him away, “maybe I’m tired of being in limbo. Maybe I want something more… and maybe Davis could be the one to give it to me.”

Noah grabs you by the waist as your turn from him, pushing you against the wall, “See, I don’t think so,” he says, laughing derisively, “I bet if I stick my hand inside these pants of yours, you’d be wet for me… Not Davis, me.”

You snort, yet you don’t stop him when he undoes the button of your jeans, nor when he pulls the zipper down.. “Are you sure about that?” Your head moves against the wall as you meet his gaze defiantly, “I caught myself staring at his mouth a couple times tonight, he seems like he’d be able to show me a good time. I wonder how that beard of his would feel on my thighs… or how that long hair would feel between my fingers. Do you think he’d let me pull it while he--”

He smirks, leaning in to speak quietly into your ear before slipping his hand into your panties, “Because you’re mine.” You try to roll your eyes at him when he moves his head back, but then his fingers are brushing against you, a sound somewhere between a choked gasp and moan falling from your lips. You’re wet, just like he knew you would be and before you can feel any sort of discontent at his victory, he’s rubbing soft circles around your clit. Pleasure burns low in your belly, his clever fingers touching you exactly how you want it. 

“Yeah,” he says, lowly, “thought so.” 

You can hear the triumph in his voice and before you’re even aware of it, you’re pushing him away from you. 

Caught off guard, he stumbles backwards a few steps, and you follow, fisting your hands in his shirt, uttering a soft shut up as you pull his mouth to yours. The kiss almost feels like a fight; you nip at his lip taking the sensitive flesh between our teeth and he answers by shoving his tongue into your mouth. You’re not even aware you’re moving until the two of you bump into your couch and you push him down, letting him pull your jeans to the floor. Your hands work at his pants quickly, pulling the waistband as soon as they’re unbuttoned as shoving them down his thighs before you straddle his lap.

“I can’t fucking believe you—” he cuts off, gasping when your hand closes around his shaft, tugging him teasingly, your thumb brushing against his tip. “I can’t fucking believe you.” Noah says again, words pressed against your lips, one of his hands tangling in your hair as you sink down onto him. 

You take him deep, rolling your hips desperately, crying out when the hand in your hair tugs your head back so he can lick and suck at your throat. 

“God, you drive me crazy.” He bites out, nipping at your throat a little harder as if to prove a point. 

Your hips twist. “Fuck, Noah. I know… I know.” Because you do. You feel the same way; no one has ever managed to get under your skin quite the way he has. 

He pulls your head towards his, grunting when you clench around him, “You’re all mine.” 

You don’t understand what he’s saying at first, too consumed with the slick drag of his cock along your walls as you move over him; until those big hands of his close around your hips, stopping your movement. “You’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” and it’s true; you are. You have been for a while now, as much as you’ve tried to fight it. But that doesn’t seem to be what he wants to hear because he still doesn’t release you, doesn’t let you move. 

“Say it.” He says, punctuating the words with a shallow thrust up into you. His hands tighten around your hips, fingers flexing when you grind your hips into his. It's only a small movement, with the grip he’s got on you, but it lights you up all the same. You moan, digging your fingers into his shirt where it rests on his shoulders. “Come on,” he says, bumping your nose with his as he lets you continue to grind on him, “Say it, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I-I’m all yours.” 

“That’s right… No one else’s but mine.” His hold is still strong, but now he uses it to kickstart your movement, moving you back and forth on his cock until you pick up the rhythm. “Oh fuck,” he curses, “Fuck, c’mon, touch yourself for me… please.”

Nodding, you grant his request, working your fingers between you to play with your clit. It only takes a few strokes until you're clamping down on him, eyes rolling back as you feel the heat in your belly explode and you cry out.

Noah grunts, a string of curses falling from his mouth as he chases his own release; voice cutting off sharply when he stills and you can feel him twitch as he empties into you. Spent, you let yourself fall to the side, earning you a sharp gasp when he leaves your heat. It’s quiet as you come down, both of you trying to catch your breath, until Noah groans, moving forward to pull his underwear back on.

“Come on.” He gestures, pulling you up so he can herd you into your bedroom where you sit on your bed while he digs through your drawers to find you something to sleep in. It feels weirdly intimate, more so than when he was inside you just minutes ago, as he hands you your favorite sleep shirt. He even pulls your blanket back for you while you change, looking unsure as you crawl beneath it. 

“Are you gonna stay?” 

His eyebrows lift in surprise at your question, mouth falling open, “I --”

You roll your eyes and sigh, “Noah, get in the bed.”

He laughs quietly, but follows your request, sliding in beside you. You’re both silent for a few moments until, “I’m sorry. For,” he sighs, “getting jealous like that. I know we’re not in a relationship or anything, and I know I set that line…” He trails off, letting the sentence hang. 

“You know,” you say, turning to look at him, “I think you’re just as much mine as I am yours.” 

He pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead before replying, “As if there was ever any doubt…” 

~fin~

#bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic #bad omens rpf #noah sebastian fic #bandom fic #rpf #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian/reader #reader fic #noah sebastian smut #smut prompt fill

[puckluckfest]

Puck Luck Fest 2024 — a hrpf magical realism prompt meme!

let your characters live in a world where wishes made on the stanley cup come true! stick 'em in a time loop! make the hockey gods real, and have them curse some guys for real! we are using the hrpf fandom's interpretation of magical realism for this fest, where most things about characters' lives are the same. except ... there's a truth curse, or soulbonds, or a wishbaby, or someone transforms into an animal, etc. fic with a more urban fantasy flavor (everything's the same except that werewolves or vampires or witches, etc. are real) is also totally welcome in this fest. basically — any prompt or fic where the premise is 'hockey + some brand of magic' is welcome here! you can get as high concept as you want and develop lore and rules for magic to tell your story. or you can also keep things lowkey, and let your characters be completely shocked to find out they live in a world where their captain gets de-aged after a bad game.

ao3 collection  —  HERE!

faq  —  HERE!

rules  —  HERE!

Schedule 

Prompts & Sign-Ups Open: March 22, 2024

Prompts & Sign-Ups Close: April 12, 2024

Fics due: July 22, 2024

Fics go live: July 24, 2024

Authors revealed: July 26, 2024

#hockey rpf #hrpf #hockey fest #hello everyone can i interest you in a prompt fest :)

[wisteriagoesvroom]

For the trope mashup thing whatever: arranged marriage and neighbors 👀 - CX

again not one i would've picked but thank you for prompting it !! this also uh, got longer than i thought.

(from the prompts mash up - still taking submissions)

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“What do you mean your visa’s running out?” Lando asks.

“I’m Australian. Not a magician. Commonwealth only gets you so far.” 

“I thought you were here on a scholarship.”

“Well. Yeah. But scholarships stop. Once you graduate.” 

Lando toes the doorway rug. It feels weird to be talking about this in the middle of the hallway, though the only other person who would be listening might be Mrs. Kapoor, and half the time it’s only because she sticks her head out to ask if Lando or Oscar would take one of her mystery vegan curries. Lando is neither a huge fan of vegan food nor curry, and he trusts Oscar’s word for it that it’s good because they eat it while playing Gran Turismo at Lando’s place. But Lando always accepts the curries nonetheless, because his parents raised him to be polite, and he wasn’t raised in a barn. (Even if he technically grew up in converted farmhouse in the countryside, but that was besides the point.)  Either way, this is slipping away from him much quicker than he’d anticipated. Late night hangouts, dropping mail and post-it notes, text messages about the community garden. The most inane smalltalk about things big and small from the origins of moths to whether aliens were out there or just chose to ignore the +44 area code. Oscar always laughing in the right places when Lando regales him about tales of his terrible online dating stories, Oscar always picking the pickles out of the roast beef bagels before he passes one to Lando. The corner of Lando’s sofa that Lando has started to think of as Oscar’s because he’s there so often, reading one of his books or trying to speedread a JSTOR article about the lifecycle of urban pathogens while Lando worked on artwork for his upcoming store launch. 

Lando’s synapses are firing too fast. His brain did that most days, and that was what made him exceedingly good at his job, and today in particular - it doesn’t feel like there’s any logical way out. 

Lando remembers that movie they watched once though. As a joke. The one they both pretended not to enjoy, with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds in Alaska. The one they watched when Oscar sat next to Lando on the sofa, and they both pretended the entire night that their knees weren’t touching. 

His therapist said he had a tendency to get ahead of himself when under stress. But it’s a joke, it’s not serious, there’s no way—

“We could just like, get married.”

Lando shoves his hands in his pockets. That came out way more calm and cooler than he thought it actually would.  And to his credit, Oscar doesn’t drop his mug of tea. Lando knows that’s his favourite one, because Lando got it for him, and it says Science is my superpower. Oscar does, however, slightly shift his grip on the mug.

“I feel like it’d be complicated to explain to my mum why I randomly married my upstairs neighbour?” 

“But it’s not a no.”

Oscar tilts his head. There’s a glimmer of something focused, maybe even hungry in his eyes. Oscar gets like that when his mind turns, when he’s working on an especially difficult thesis, when the pieces are forming and he can lock into the crucial details.

Lando is a little alarmed at how much he already recognises it, and how much more often he’d like to draw that reaction out. 

“If the facts don’t fit the theory, then reexamine the facts. Right?” Oscar says.

And Lando is there, in the doorway. Conscious that Mrs Kapoor might’ve heard everything, but all the more conscious that there’s a hammering in his heart that he can’t tell is nervousness, or anticipation. 

What’s the stress limit for a joke you’re probably already pushing too far? Lando thinks.

He isn’t sure.

But maybe it’s a thesis worth testing out.  

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(and ok maybe i cheated a little on arranged marriage but i think this is the closest i could get with the contemporary context. thank you @cx-boxbox for the prompt <3)

#landoscar #lando norris #oscar piastri #ln4 #op81 #mctwinks #twinklaren #f1 rpf #asks #wiz.promptfill #<- don't even know if i use this tag lmao but only one way to find out #green card marriages man what a tried and tested excellent trope #also one i've never written before!! so thanks or letting me dabble in the drabble #prompt game #wisteria HCs #why do picture blocks conspire against me lately #they just get so aggressive when i try to put 3 in a row on this device #anyway #yapping

[b4sorex1a]

“And even if he does have a BBC he doesn't care. He likes to take it from the back 🤷🏻‍♀️”

this anon said something that I imagine a lot about the Pedri and Jude dynamic. because just imagine, Pedri would degrade Jude by saying that his dick is completely useless, that even if Jude was taller he was still nothing more than a desperate whore and that the fact that he was tall and had a BBC didn't make any difference to Pedri

Top Pedri my weakness 😩, this is hot anon! I love when Pedri is all ‘I don’t give two fucks about how tall or strong you are, I’m still dicking you down like if you were 5’3’.

He doesn’t need to be tall or big to be a dom, he just is.

#pedri gonzalez smut #football rpf #football rpf smut #pedri gonzalez x Jude Bellingham #bottom jude bellingham #top pedri gonzalez #rpf prompts #rpf smut #rpf #fc barcelona smut #Barcelona rpf

[atticssmellgood]

hey babe!! can you do the 16 and 17 with alex, pls? 🥺

Tired

Alex Turner x GN!reader(no specific pronouns used)

Prompt(s) requested: “How Are you so comfy?” + Person A falls asleep on person B

Word count: 1k

CW: None❤️

A/N: I’m honestly so happy you requested these specific prompts lmao, I’ve always loved the idea of cuddling with Alex, I feel like he would be so sweet😭 anyways, hope you enjoy!

P. S. I feel like all of my fics end in sleeping I need a new way to close out💀

Alex groaned, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes as he sat slumped over his small notebook, scribbled out lyrics and messy handwriting decorating the pages.

Why was it that whenever he actually wanted to get some songwriting done, he couldn’t? Lately the inspiration seemed to slip out of his hands every time he picked up the pen, leaving him stuck and stressed. Most times, he would just end up in a significantly lower mood with nothing more than what he started with.

He sighed and leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling with a blank expression, too many thoughts swirling around in his head to possibly make sense of any of them.

Eventually he stood up and stretched, his limbs feeling heavy with exhaustion and a yawn coming from his mouth.

Alex hadn’t been able to get much sleep recently due to the amount of time he’d been spending on the new album, but he could never seem to rest when he was so focused on why his brain wasn’t working the way he wanted it to.

Before Alex could let out another loud groan of frustration, he heard the front door open and he couldn’t have been more relieved.

“Alex?” You called out tentatively, not sure if he was home from the studio just yet. You made your way to the kitchen and sat your car keys on the counter with a jingle before hearing footsteps coming towards you. All of the sudden you were pulled into a warm hug, a kiss falling onto your forehead softly.

“Welcome home darling…” Alex whispered as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. You could already tell from his quiet voice and the way he leaned his body on yours that he had a long day. Your suspicions were confirmed when you pulled away from his embrace to get a good look at him. There were dark circles under his eyes, and his expression looked overall drained. It didn’t take a genius to realize he needed some food and rest.

Your hand reached up to cup his cheek gently, stroking the apex of his cheekbone with your thumb in a loving manner. Alex’s hands still sat on your hips as he leaned into your palm and closed his eyes. A small sigh left his lips when he felt the tension in his muscles slowly dissipate, replaced with a warm feeling that seeped into his bones and gripped at his heart.

“You look miserable, Al.” you giggled quietly, continuing to stroke his cheek. Although disguised as a light-hearted joke, Alex could hear the worried undertone in your voice.

“It’s just some writer’s block, nothing to worry about.” He mumbled and pulled you a little closer.

You let out a little hum and let him rest his chin on your shoulder.

“You know I could be wrong but I’m pretty sure writers block doesn’t cause you to look like you haven’t slept in a week.” Your voice was a little more concerned now as you rub his back lightly “what’s wrong?”

Alex let out a small groan and snaked his arms fully around your waist, squeezing you tight and beginning to sway the both of you from side to side slowly. His body heat engulfs you in a comforting embrace and you could still smell a bit of the cologne he liked to put on before he left in the mornings. “it’s…” he starts, speaking tentatively “I’ve just been really stressed lately with the non-stop recording in the studio and it doesn’t help when I can’t seem to write properly anymore.” His voice is quiet and clearly exhausted. You once again pull back, this time giving him a soft kiss on the lips, then one on his nose. He closed his eyes and gave a sleepy little smile.

“Why don’t we go to sleep, yeah?” You brush a piece of hair out of his eyes “I think you really need it. And who knows? Maybe it’ll clear your writer’s block.” You smiled sweetly before Alex just nods in agreement.

His mind did feel a bit foggy from the lack of sleep. Maybe that was the problem?

Without another word, you stepped out of his embrace to take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

Alex immediately laid on the bed, his eyes already beginning to close until he noticed you didn’t lay next to him. He glances over to see you taking off your shirt so you could change into something more comfortable than your work clothes.

He chuckled before reaching over to grabbing your arm and pull you onto the mattress with a sly grin.

You let out a little yelp and before you knew it, Alex’s full body weight was resting on top of you, effectively trapping you underneath him.

“Alex! You couldn’t wait five more seconds?” You laugh, still topless as he hadn’t given you the chance to put a shirt on.

“Nope.” He said with a satisfied expression “You were already taking too long.”

His head was resting on your chest comfortably, his soft brown hair tickling your bare skin.

You just laughed at his response, then snuck a gentle hand into his hair.

His features seemed to relax once you did this as his eyes fluttered shut and a small smile played at his lips.

You ran your fingers through the thick strands, nails occasionally scratching his scalp. The more you did this, the more he relaxed. The stress he held in his tense muscles looked as if it was melting away slowly with each brush of your hand on his hair.

“How are you so comfy?” Alex mumbled, nuzzling into your chest with a contented sigh. You just smiled as you gazed at him, leaning forward a bit to place a soft kiss on the top of his head.

He loved the spot he was in because he could press his ear right against where your heart was and listen to it beat with a steady rhythm. All the thoughts and worries in his mind were quieting down to mere whispers as he focused on the soft thumping in your chest. This was what he knew he needed.

Moments after that, you heard his breathing slow, indicating that he was indeed asleep.

You continued to stroke his hair in a loving manner even as he slept. The weight of his body on yours was comforting and it wasn’t long until you began to fall asleep underneath him, uttering a barely audible “Sweet dreams, my love” and letting your eyes flutter shut.

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #arctic monkeys #gn!reader #fluff #cuddling #fluff x reader #arctic monkeys x reader #writing prompt #rpf #alex turner imagine #alex turner fanfic

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts: #301

BBS Alias's & IRL Names Prompts and Sentence Starters: [ 6 ]

NOGLA

You should probably answer Evan's call.

How about we blame Vanoss.

Vanoss has, like, got five presents, man.

Okay, up here, Brian.

Get out of the way, Grizzy!

Are you really going to run it, SMii7y?

Yes, SMii7y, you're in last.

You might catch up at this rate, Puffer's struggling.

Brian, we gotta go this way, I need you to come with me or else he's going to kill me.

Delirious, you bastard!

SMII7Y

Got any last words, Matt?

How is John alive?

Don't listen to John.

Let's go kill John.

What did you say, Puffer?

If John and I are doing so bad, we're gonna be so mad at each other.

John, ready up.

I fucking hate this one, John, you're about to be so mad at me.

John, let's start making out.

Okay, John, this is how we're doing this.

BIGPUFFER

What the fuck, SMii7y?

Matt, go make food.

Matt, you got ran over.

Wait, where's SMii7y?

You got it, Grizzy?

SMii7y, show him how it's done.

Grizzy, you fucking suck!

Grizzy, fuck up.

Hey, Grizzy, you should warp.

It's right next to Matt.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Moo's bleeding.

Go to that left room, Vanoss.

Why are you so tall, Nogla?

Vanoss, we're cooking this food together.

Vanoss, where did the meat go?

We lost Moo and Nogla on this adventure so far.

I apologize, Squirrel.

CaRtOoNz, there's a duck on top of me.

Run, Rilla!

Wait, what is CaRtOoNz going to do?

DEADSQUIRREL

Get back here, Delirious!

Delirious, survive, Delirious!

Delirious, do you like your new friend?

Delirious, it's you, stop!

Good work, Rilla!

That is your job, Bryce.

Delirious, get out of the fucking kitchen.

What is wrong with your arm, Bryce, it's flying everywhere!

Delirious, what are you doing?

Where the hell did you go, CaRtOoNz?

SILENTDROIDD

Brian isn’t…

Oh no, Brock is down.

Vanoss, do I look cool in my sunglasses?

It's a werewolf, Jiggly.

So, are we gonna get Nogla or something?

Come on, Brian, let's do a heist, I guess…

You sound a little too happy about that, Brian, but it's okay.

Brian, why is your eyes so watery, man?

Vanoss, it was me.

Come on, Brian, run!

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[wanderingblindly]

13-G 👀 😏

Time After Time (Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, 3k words, oneshot)

It's him, it's definitely... him. But it's him from years ago, narrower in the shoulders and more uncertain in his smile. He recognizes what he's wearing, remembers agonizing over it for the better part of an hour with George and Alex, both laying on his tiny dormitory bed with eager eyes. It's their first date.

Read Here!

I continue my insane streak of filling a prompt before bed in one sitting!!! let's GOOOOOOOOOOO

I tried for a hint of angst. only got about,,, 500 words of it, but like,,, that's a lot for me ok?

Prompt post here xx

#THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT!!! #I tried to take a less traditional approach to it? maybe? #landoscar #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #Time After Time

[smoshpvnk]

120+ misc ship questions! ✨

pick a ship, then headcanon these questions to your pairing <3 some of these are smosh centric but they’re open for anyone to use!

1. who rushes to open doors for the other?

2. who drives more often?

3. who is more eager to jump in the shower with the other?

4. who takes self care more seriously?

5. what’s a song that reminds you of them?

6. what’s another couple / duo (real or fictional) that reminds you of them?

7. which one keeps more things because they’re sentimental?

8. which one tells their parents about their partner first? how does it happen?

9. whose family are they more likely to stay with during holidays?

10. whose parents are / were stricter?

11. who uses more emojis?

12. where was their first date?

13. what’s their favorite game to play together (any kind)?

14. which one spams posts / links to the other?

15. who is the black cat and who is the golden retriever?

16. what mythical creature / monster would they each be? (vampire, werewolf, dragon, fairy, etc.)

17. who urges the other to go sing a karaoke duet with them?

18. what is their karaoke song?

19. who is more likely to serenade the other at random moments?

20. who stares at the other from across the room?

21. who brings a shopping haul of clothes home and who watches their fashion show?

22. who insists on paying when they go out to eat?

23. who is more impulsive?

24. who is ‘everything’ and who is ‘just ken’? /ref

25. whose main goal its it to make the other blush?

26. who is first to know about a new trend, meme, slang, etc.?

27. who gets up early to make the other breakfast?

28. who insists they are their pets’ parents?

29. do they have pets together? what kind, what names, etc.

30. who is more of an animal whisperer / befriends wild animals?

31. who has more patience?

32. who insists on fixing something themselves, and who would rather call a repair service?

33. who turns something into an innuendo first?

34. who takes longer to understand a joke or reference?

35. who hides in the other’s arms during a horror movie?

36. who is more jumpy / scared easily?

37. who makes more movie references?

38. who thinks die hard is a christmas movie, and who doesn’t?

39. who talks more during a movie?

40. who carries the other bridal style?

41. what are their thoughts on marriage?

42. what’s the last name situation when / if they get married? (who’s last name do they take, do they keep theirs, do they hyphenate)

43. who wants the less traditional wedding?

44. where do they get married, and where do they honeymoon?

45. where is their favorite place to travel?

46. what do they do on vacation?

47. which one overpacks and which one underpacks?

48. who is the yapper and who is the napper?

49. which one is a lighter sleeper?

50. who is the moon and who is the sun?

51. who collects more? (figurines, pokemon cards, etc)

52. who is more excited to decorate for the next holiday / event?

53. who stopped believing in santa later than the other?

54. do they want kids together? give me all the details - names, what traits they inherit, etc.

55. who is a stricter parent and who is more lenient?

56. who reads a book, and who reads over the other’s shoulder while cuddling?

57. which is booba and which is kiki? /ref

58. who believes in soulmates and who doesn’t?

59. who gets nostalgic more easily?

60. who is more of a perfectionist?

61. who hosts more parties?

62. who makes handmade gifts more often for the other?

63. which one is more formal when answering emails?

64. who prefers skinny jeans and who prefers baggy jeans?

65. who’s better at roasting the other?

66. who initiates more pda?

67. which one is better at censoring their language, and which has less of a filter?

68. who insists on being player one?

69. which one snores like “honk shoo” and which snores like “hoooonk mimimi”?

70. who gives more forehead kisses to the other?

71. what does their future look like?

72. which one believes in astrology more?

73. what was their first kiss like?

74. who steals the other’s clothes more often?

75. who steals the other’s food more often?

76. do they believe in ‘celebrity hall passes’? if so, which celebrities are theirs?

77. what matching couples costumes do they wear?

78. who is naturally more cold / more hot?

79. which is more extroverted?

80. how do they celebrate valentine’s day?

81. what’s a holiday tradition they have? (ex. presents before breakfast on christmas)

82. what niche pet names do they have for each other?

83. who hates small talk and would rather have deep conversations?

84. what’s their icebreaker / olive branch after a disagreement?

85. what kind of food or restaurant is their favorite to get together?

86. who believes in conspiracies more?

87. which had their friends tries to set them up?

88. think of your favorite movie, then incorporate your pairing into it somehow and talk about it.

89. when they’re separated in public, what do they yell out to find each other?

90. professors!au. what subjects would they teach?

91. ghostmates!au. who is the ghost that haunts the other?

92. soulmates!au. how are they connected? do they have matching tattoos, names written on them, etc.

93. punk x pastel!au. which is which?

94. historical!au. what time period are they in? what are they up to?

95. hospital!au. who’s the doctor, who’s the patient, and how did they get in that situation?

96. massage parlor!au. who is the masseuse, who is getting the massage?

97. angel x demon!au. who is the angel and who is the demon?

98. gender swap!au. what are their names? (ex. anthony is antoinette)

99. superpowers!au. are they hero and sidekick? mortal enemies? villain duo? what powers do they have?

100. timeloop!au. who is stuck and who helps them out of it?

101. royalty!au. who is the royal and who is the knight / guard / maid etc.?

102. magic!au. what kind of magic do they use?

103. who uses uppercase while texting and who uses lowercase?

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nsfw / suggestive ⚠️

1. what’s their favorite position?

2. who uses their mouth/teeth/tongue more?

3. who uses their hands/nails more?

4. who is a bit more adventurous?

5. who is more willing to go to a sex shop in person, and who is more embarrassed?

6. who is more into dirty talk?

7. who is more into eye contact?

8. what was their most risky / adventurous experience?

9. who likes to bite, and who likes to be bitten?

10. what is their favorite sexual activity to do together / to the other?

11. which is more dominant / which is more submissive?

12. what was their first time like?

13. who likes to be spanked more?

14. who sends dirty texts more often?

15. mile high club? yes or no?

16. what’s something they reserve for special occasions?

17. how long into their relationship did it take for them to have sex?

18. how often do they have sex?

#bored and sad so posting these now #rpf #shipping #ship questions #otp questions #writing prompts #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic questions #ask games #ask game #p #txt #long post #ref #smoshblr #rarepairs discord #rarepairs #antis dni

[theresonly1u]

There's Only One You 2024: a sports rpf short fanworks prompt meme is live!

262 fanworks in 12 different sports rpf fandoms. Check out the works and the fandoms and grab a cup of coffee 'cause it's just banger after banger across fandoms!

Thank you everyone for your hard work in making this another wonderful year! It is a joy to do this with you again. Your enthusiasm and joie de vivre make all the logistical stuff worthwhile.

Creators - make sure you update the posting date on your works to today so it appears at the top of the tag, especially if you posted weeks ago! Your names will be revealed on Monday, April 8 between 9am-10am pt (unless your work is also in anonymous collection.)

Everyone - if you enjoyed a work, slam that kudos button and leave a comment! Short works do not get nearly enough attention in fandom and these creators worked hard - let them know what you loved about their work! And I'll emphasize that doubly for the podficcers, artists, and fanmixers here, because those are also creators that don't see a lot of praise even beyond short fics. tl;dr: kudos + comment if you liked it!

Thank you all!! Settle in for a good weekend because we've got a lot to enjoy here 🌞

#sports rpf #prompt meme #ao3 #oh boy here we go. buckle up. in alphabetical order: #american football rpf #baseball rpf #cycling rpf #indycar rpf #men's basketball rpf #men's football rpf #men's hockey rpf #hockey rpf #rugby union rpf #skiing rpf #tennis rpf #women's hockey rpf #HELL YEAH LET'S GOOOOOO #fanfic #fanmix #podfic #fan art #art #fanfiction #there's only one you and imma drink to that 🫡

[the-way-of-words]

Flustered//Nick Folio prompt fic

Nick Folio x Female Reader

Content warnings: casual drug use, unprotected P in V sex, semi public sex, mentions of oral sex, mentions of using emergency contraception (this is a pro choice blog)

contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. this is rpf. none of this is real. but if its not your jam, keep scrolling.

So apparently if you have an answered ask scheduled and then you try to move it to drafts, tumblr will just delete the whole thing. But, hey. Hi, anon. Here I am with your prompt fic (smut prompts found here)... about six months later.

If you'd like to request something and are up for possibly waiting, my inbox is back op

Thanks to Illy for being an awesome beta and catching my mistakes 💚

tagging: @throwingmetothelions @agravemisstake @ladyveronikawrites @jxstthisonce @cncohshit @kingdomof-omens

If you'd like to be tagged in any of my works just ask.

Master list can be found here

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It’s been years since you’ve seen him, since you’ve both been back in town at the same time, and yet here you both are, sitting in your backyard in the hottest part of summer. The heat was miserable, but that wasn’t going to stop your parents from throwing their annual barbeque, especially not with you and your brother home at the same time. 

It didn’t take long for him to show up, and you don’t know if he was home for a visit, or if he came just because your brother called. But you can’t help the way your heart stutters when you walk into the backyard and see him sitting there, engrossed in conversation with your brother, your cheeks coloring when he finally glances over at you. You clear your throat, quickly trying to shake the way your heart skips a beat when he does a double take, because even behind those sunglasses you can see the way his eyes rove your body; taking in every change since he saw you last.

~~

There aren’t a lot of things your brother doesn’t know about you; it's hard to keep secrets from the person you came into the world with, but with Nick Folio, you have more than enough.

Your brother still doesn't know about that time right before graduation when his best friend snuck up to your room where you were waiting for him. Doesn't know that his best friend buried his head between his sister's thighs, using his tongue and fingers to bring her off before using her slick to ease the way as he jerked himself off. He definitely doesn’t know that you took pictures of your cum covered tits to send to Nick sporadically over the next month or so. 

It was never more than that, a few flirty texts here, a conversation or two that skirted the boundaries there. All culminating in that one moment of need, and then he was gone, sequestering himself with his new band. But that's okay, he wasn’t the only one off to bigger and better things, anyway.

But a year later, you found yourselves in the same city for the night; the cheap hotel sheets scratching against your knees as you rose and fell above him. his hands burning like a firebrand on your waist, urging you on until you both found your release. He left early the next morning, with nothing but the bruises on your skin and the red lines from your nails on his as proof that anything ever happened. 

~~

Your dress sticks to your thighs when you sit down and you can feel the heat of his gaze even as he and your brother talk about the last time they went fishing, his eyes stuck on your inked skin as you try to keep your composure. It used to be a favorite pastime of his, to see how quick he could get you to blush. I love making you flustered, he’d say whenever he’d get your cheeks to turn pink; it’s cute. But you like to think you’ve grown up in the years since then, and you’re determined to not let Nick Folio get to you. 

You’re proud of how long you stick it out, putting up with his wandering eyes as the three of you catch up, and it’s nice. The years have made it easy to forget how much you missed having him around. But just when you begin to think you’re in the clear, he corners you in the back of the shed after you slip away once the sun starts getting low on the horizon and people start saying their goodbyes. His voice sounds loud in the quiet space as he interrupts you lighting up a joint. 

“Figured I’d find you here.” For the first time this afternoon, he looks unsure of himself, the usual swagger missing as he stands in front of you, hands buried in the pockets of his black jeans.

Your eyes roll skyward as you inhale, pulling the smoke deep into your lungs before you turn to look at him. “Busted.” A smirk pulls onto your face and you shrug, tilting your face back to avoid blowing the smoke into his face.

Maybe you should have picked a different place for a smoke, but your feet took you to the only place you knew you would be undisturbed. However, it also just so happened to be where you, your brother, and Nick would kick back in high school. Old habits die hard, you guess. 

“Did you follow me here to stare some more?” 

It seems to startle him out of whatever nerves were holding him back, and he huffs, a smile pulling at his mouth. He rolls his shoulders, standing up a little straighter. “I don’t know what you're talking about,” he says, even though his eyes track down to where the joint sits between your lips as you take another hit.

You scoff, a biting retort sitting on the tip of your tongue, but before you can get it out, he steps into your space, electricity sparking at your fingertips when he pulls the joint from you to bring to his own mouth. His intense gaze burns against your skin as you step back, leaning against the old workbench your dad stopped using ages ago. You look around the small space, trying to ignore the way his arm brushes against yours when he settles next to you. Your parents moved out the old couch you and brother found free in front of the neighbors a year after you left for college, boxes now filling the space once occupied by the milk crates the three of you used as a makeshift coffee table. 

But being here with him at your side quietly reminiscing as you pass a joint back and forth almost makes you feel like you’ve been transported back in time.

“You ever think about that night in St. Louis?” 

The peaceful moment shatters just as you inhale a mouth full of smoke, choking on it as it makes its way down your throat. You cough, trying to cover it up before you take a deep breath and scoff as you hand the blunt back to him. “What? As if you do?” 

Out of the corner of your eye, he shrugs, takes another hit, “Sometimes.” Your eyes are drawn to his mouth as he blows the smoke out, and for a moment, you remember just how soft his lips were compared to the scrape of his teeth. The smoke curls between you and you try to think of something, anything else, to avoid the heat growing between your legs as you reach for the joint. But instead of passing it over, he holds it back. 

“Are you really withholding my own shit from me?”

“Answer the question and you just might get it back.” He straightens his arm when you go for it again, holding the blunt out just beyond your reach. You know he has no intention of doing what you ask until he gets his answer, and contrary to popular belief, Nick Folio has the patience of a saint if it’s going to get him what he wants.

A frustrated sigh leaves your lips and your eyes roll as you cross your arms. You level him with a look and throw his own response back at him. “Sometimes.” 

He smirks. “Only sometimes?”

As much as you forgot how much you enjoyed his company, you also seemed to have forgotten what an absolute annoying shit he could be. Because he knows how to push; knows exactly how to dig to get under your skin. However you’ve been here before, played this same song and dance with him over the years, and this time, you refuse to give in. You can tell the minute he realizes he won’t get any more out of you.

He sighs, squinting your direction as he tilts his head. “You know, you used to be a hell of a lot easier to crack.” 

Your head tilts and you shrug. “People change.” 

“You certainly have.” He snorts, exaggerating the way his eyes move over you, just like they have all day. “You didn’t have any of these the last time I saw you,” your breath hitches when one of his fingers traces the shape of the snake on your right thigh, almost hoping he’ll follow the lines of ink up under your skirt. Disappointment curls in your stomach when the warmth of his hand slips away and he must notice because his mouth is curled into a smirk when your gazes meet, his thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek, “and you blush nowhere near as easily as you used to.” 

Like prey caught in a predator’s sights, you freeze, holding your breath as he studies your face, only feeling free to exhale when he takes a step back. You gesture to the dying joint in his hand refusing to focus on the butterflies swirling in your belly. “Okay, I answered your question, can you give me my shit back and let me finish it out in--”

You pause mid sentence as you watch him take a hit, anger flaring in your chest as you watch him finish it off. “Are you fucking kidding me??” 

You scoff when he crooks his finger, but all he does is tilt his head, raising an eyebrow and it’s almost as if you can hear him goad you. C’mon. You know you want to.  

And perhaps you shouldn't. You've indulged this for too long, despite your better judgment, you do. “Fine,” you mutter, pushing off the workbench and into his space. He cups your face in his hands, his lips brushing against yours as he blows the smoke into your open mouth. You’re not sure if it's the marijuana or his closeness, but you feel dizzy as you inhale, hands gripping his wrists to steady yourself. 

You’re very aware of the fact that he moves first, walking you back against the workbench, but you meet him halfway; slotting your mouths together and slipping your tongue between his parted lips. He groans, fitting his body against yours as he nudges his thigh in between yours and heat sparks anew in your belly when he presses the thick muscle against your core. 

You pull away from his mouth to hoist yourself up, spreading your thighs as soon as you’re settled and pulling him back against you.

Your hands move on autopilot, tugging open his pants and shoving his underwear down as he pulls you to the edge of the tabletop. He hooks two fingers in the edge of your panties, pulling them to the side and slips the head of his cock inside you. Your mouth falls open with a quiet gasp at the stretch, head falling back as he sinks himself deeper and deeper until you’re flush together. 

Nick curses and cups the back of your head to pull you into a kiss as he grinds into you before breaking away.

“Shit,” his fingers drum against your thigh, “do—do you think there’s still some condoms in here?” 

You snort. “Probably? But I don’t know how good they’d be. Last time any of us were in here was--”

“Senior year.” He finishes for you with an exasperated laugh. Nick sighs, squeezing your waist one last time before he moves to back away. But you don’t let him. Your feet lock behind his back and your thighs hold him close. Your name sounds like a benediction when it leaves his lips.

“You just said…” 

“I know, but I still want to.” You say, rushing to add, “If you still want to.” 

“Yeah?” There’s a blush on his cheeks as his dick kicks inside you and you can’t help yourself.

You skim a finger across the flushed skin. “I love making you flustered… It’s cute.”

“When did you get so damn mouthy?” He asks with a roll of his eyes, groaning quietly when you clench around him for a beat. 

A self-satisfied smirk pulls on your mouth. “I’ve always been this mouthy. You’re just not used to it anymore.” You slide your fingers through the short hair on the back of his head as he huffs and pulls his hips back. “But if you cum in me, you’re buying me a Plan B.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He replies right before he thrusts back into you sharply. 

While you’re aware how stupid this is, you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when he wraps an arm around your back to hold you close as the table beneath you shudders and shifts with every thrust of his hips. Pleasure lights across your nerves as the new angle has his cock grazing along that one spot inside you that always works you closer to the edge.

“Oh, fuck.” You curse. “I’m gonna--”

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as you nod. “C’mon, then, cum for me. C’mon,” he taunts quietly into your ear and you hate how it’s that easy, how you seem to do it on his command. 

Your pussy clamps down on his shaft as your inner muscles work him and you bury your face in his neck to smother the noise you can’t hold back. His arm tightens around you and his rhythm slips, muttering a litany of curses until he suddenly stills, warmth flooding your cunt as he releases into you. 

His forehead comes to rest against yours, your breath mingling as the two of you come down. It almost feels tender, this moment in the afterglow, and it's easy to get lost, to let the rest of the world fall away where the only things that matter are him and you here together. But the world comes rushing back when you hear your brother's voice right outside the shed, sending the two of you scrambling away from each other.

You hold your breath as you pull your dress back down, straightening it out while Nick rushes to pull his pants up. He gets his belt buckled just in time for your brother to round the boxes blocking you from view. 

“Heyyy,” you try to keep your voice steady and aim for a casual air, but it’s no use. Not for the first time, you find yourself cursing the twin intuition as he crosses his arms and levels the both of you with a look.

“Really dude? My sister??” 

Your and Nick’s voices mix together as you both try to spout off some excuse, but your brother just holds his hand up, waiting for you to fall silent before he sighs. “Have you guys been hooking up this whole time since St. Louis?”

“What?! No. Absolutely not!”

“How do you know about that?!”

You speak at the same time again and you swear you watch your brother age at least five years, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I honestly don’t know which option I dislike more… Did you really think Janey wouldn’t tell me—fuck.” He cuts off, eyes wide. “I owe her twenty bucks.”

“Did you and your wife really bet on us?” Nick asks incredulously.

“You,” Your brother’s finger points at Nick, “just fucked my sister. You don’t get to be offended.” He sighs again. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but, you hurt her, I will come after you, clear?”

“Uh… yes?” 

“Good.” Your brother nods and turns to go, pausing to turn back and face you. “Actually, mom told me to tell you to stop smoking weed in the shed.”

You have the courtesy to at least wait until the door shuts behind him before you let the hysterical laughter burst forth, falling into Nick as it takes over and he joins you. The air feels charged when it finally subsides and your eyes meet. He regards you with a soft look, and it pulls at your insides. It almost feels like he’s going to kiss you again, but then he sighs. 

“Come on.” He takes your hand, sliding his fingers between yours. “Pretty sure I owe you a trip to CVS.”

~fin.

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