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ahockeywrites · 2 days

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I’m the “Cole Caufield x Reader; public sex or blowjob?” anon, I really do apologize for not seeing the list of whom you write for! So instead of Cole, maybe Quinn?? Thank you in advance!! Yet again, so sorry!!

warnings: oral m!receiving, public blowjob!, explicit fem!reader authors note: nonny, my anxiety at replying that I didn’t write for Cole was extreme but thank you so much for being so understanding and not hating me (I need constant validation for my mental health). so, how about a public blowjob?

going to the lingerie store with your boyfriend was meant to be a good idea. he loved it when you felt confident in your body and wearing lingerie helped you with that. so a large chunk of his pay check went on expensive underwear that only the pair of you got to see. it didn’t matter who saw, just that you knew you looked attractive.

you had just walked out the changing room in the private suite, well it wasn’t too private. there was a back room to this store that was separated from the main changing rooms for when partners came along to see what their partner was wearing. it was separated by a curtain. the set you had just put on was a Canucks blue with green detailing. the fabric was sheer and your hardened nipples were on full display to Quinn.

it wasn’t as though he wasn’t aroused. after the second set, he unzipped his jeans and had been leisurely stroking his cock as you pranced around in different sets. he already knew that he was going to buy you anything you wanted, he was wrapped around your little finger.

“fuck,” he groaned as he gripped his cock a little harder. this was turning him on more than he thought it would. quinn collected some of the pre come at the head of his shaft to use as a lubricant. “spin round for me.”

you listened and spun around on the balls of your feet to show him the entire set. expletives left his lips once more as you showed him the skimpy fabric that rested on your chest and hips.

quinn didn’t know what he needed from you but it was something. the arm that wasn’t jerking himself off rested on the plush arm rest of his chair, biceps straining as you walked towards him slowly.

“on your knees baby,” he instructed and you obliged him.

your mouth found the head of his cock and you started lapping up the salty liquid as though you were starved. you were starved. starved of his cock. it had been too long (read: one day) since you had his cock in his mouth.

slowly, you took more of him into your mouth until he hit the back of your mouth. your eyes raised to look up at your boyfriend. you hoped to look him in the eyes but his head was thrown back and both his hands were gripping the fabric of the chair. he was in total pleasure and you were the one causing it.

you started bobbing your head up and down, spit coating the whole of his cock. your hand grasped the part of his cock that didn’t fit in your mouth and started moving that up and down with the movement of your head. your other hand rested on his thigh to stabilise yourself.

quinn’s hips started twitching as you moved your hand from his cock to cup one of his balls. it was a trick that you learnt early on in your relationship to increase the pleasure he felt.

“ah fuck,” quinn threaded a hand through your hair, not to hold you in place but to guide you at the pace he needed. he pulled you up and down his cock, the head hitting the back of your throat with every movement. you loved being the reason why quinn felt this much pleasure.

whimpers left his mouth as you knew that he was close. his cock twitched and you continued to play with his balls as he thrusted up into your mouth before spilling himself into your mouth.

you opened your mouth to show the salty, white liquid before swallowing it dramatically.

“we’re keeping this set,” quinn breathed out, “and every other set you’ve tried on. and every other set you wanted to try on. no arguments.”

you nodded before walking back to take the set that you were wearing off.

“keep it on,” you heard from behind you. quinn had walked behind you, jeans hanging around his ankles. he ripped the tag from the bra you were wearing and added it to the pile of underwear you had already tried on. “want to fuck you in it when we get home.”

#ahockeywrites #nhl imagine #nhl fic #hockey writing #nhl fanfiction #hockey story #nhl writing #smutty sunday #spicy sunday #qh43 #quinn hughes imagine

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artsyunderstudy · 3 months

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Six Sentence Spicy Sunday

Thank you for the tags @larkral (btw the notification of your holsom time loop fic for check please! set off a whole evening of spiraling over an AWTWB time loop idea, so if that actually happens its your fault), @hushed-chorus and @that-disabled-princess.

Well. I once again sat down and banged out another chapter of Your Fragile Bones Are Mine in like, two days, mostly yesterday. I have no idea if I'll keep up that momentum for the last two chapters, but it's been ... consistently banging around here (non-sexual). That's with betas, I'll be posting very soon.

For Spicy Sunday, here is the sexiest part of a sex-free chapter. Just a bit of dirty flirting. A bit of levity before things occur.

“What time do you leave?” I ask, nudging his nose with mine. He kisses me. Slow and sweet. The air under the sheet is tinged with stale breath and sweat and building heat. It’s perfect. I’m not ready for it to be over. “Just after the ceremony tonight,” he says once he’s broken the kiss. “You?” “Tomorrow morning.” He nods. “I’m sleeping in your bed tonight. I’m going to drool over all your pillows.” He chuckles, and his cool hand closes over the side of my neck. “Menace.” I slot my knee between his, shifting closer as my palm fits to his bare lower back. Our hips press flush. He’s still a little hard. So am I. Maybe I’ll do something about it. I drag my teeth along his jaw. “I’m going to come in your sheets.” “Nightmare.”

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@shemakesmeforget @stitchyqueer @rimeswithpurple @imagineacoolusername @martsonmars @valeffelees @ileadacharmedlife @aristocratic-otter @urban-sith @letraspal @palimpsessed @whatevertheweather @nightimedreamersworld @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @raenestee @moodandmist @shrekgogurt @thewholelemon @whogaveyoupermission @onepintobean @ebbpettier @theearlgreymage @captain-aralias @fatalfangirl @prettygoododds @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @forabeatofadrum @ivelovedhimthroughworse @mysterioussheep @c0nsumemy5oul @facewithoutheart @blackberrysummerblog @j-nipper-95 @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @wellbelesbian @cutestkilla @emeryhall @best--dress @messofthejess @mooncello @orange-peony @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @youarenevertooold

#artsyfic #six sentence sunday #spicy sunday #snowbaz fic

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animasola86 · 2 months

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↓ A SPECIAL KIND OF BOND MASTERPOST

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader x sentient sex toy Genre: Smut/Filth // Words (total): 24k // [READ ON AO3]

Synopsis: After going skinny-dipping with Sebastian, you discover that you took a little souvenir from the depths of the Black Lake with you. As unexpected as it is, it quickly grows on you - and inside you.

Tagline: If penis-shaped, why not for pleasure?

General warnings: NSFW! Very explicit sexual content! A bit of teratophilia, a pinch of tentacles (but not the big kind, just a tickle), improvised magical sex toys (it's a small squid!), masturbation, unusual insertions, vaginal and anal sex, a hint of jealousy, an unusual threesome, the desire to breed, an excessive amount of cum, strange aphrodisiacs, oral sex, and a horny couple that just won't stop. (For the complete list of tags, go here.)

Notes: This is pure filth. The most depraved work I've ever written. And it gets worse as the chapters progress. Please mind the warning tags! Below the cut is a list of all 6 chapters with little snippets and links to their respective posts. Proceed at your own risk!

→ Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 ←

Chapter 1: A Special Bond (1.2k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) A drawn-out cry of pure ecstasy leaves your throat as your eyes roll back, and you contort in the most blissful way for a moment, hips off the bed, shoulders pressed into the mattress and knees shaking under the exertion.

The thing inside you changes its pattern, rubbing harder, half of its tentacles focused on your clit, the others joining the bigger one in your warm depths, stroking your insides through your release by pushing in and out in a strange kind of rhythm.

You're a whimpering mess as you collapse onto the bed again, body still quivering, twitching uncontrollably, your breaths as erratic as they can be, and under the forceful ministrations of those tendrils, you keep riding the high, head empty, heart thundering, mouth wide open as your noises fall past dry lips. (...)

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Chapter 2: A Special Guest (2.9k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) You feel the cold current brushing against your heated centre again, a welcome refreshment after the exhausting rubbing and clenching, and you could swear you could still feel his cock twitching inside you even though it brushes against your stomach now, spent and relaxed.

You don't pay it any mind as you kiss him hungrily, rubbing your pelvis into his almost needily. Sebastian groans into your mouth, looking at you out of hooded eyes, before he complies and brings his hand back to your folds, gently caressing them before dipping his fingers back into your warmth. As he curls them inside you, you gasp against his lips, your eyes flying open as a deep shudder jolts through your body. As expertly as he usually fingers you, always finding the right spot to stimulate, you feel as if there's something else pressing against your walls, adding to the sensation.

Your breath quickens, and you can barely think about it as you come around his fingers once more, completely overwhelmed by the sudden orgasm piercing through your nerves. Tumbling against his chest, you hold onto him breathlessly, too light-headed to wonder about anything at this point. Your muscles contract, and he keeps stroking your insides with his fingertips, what he usually does to ease you down from your high, but this time it feels as if he's only pushing you further, up and up, the gentle touch too much to handle as you keep whimpering helplessly under the constant strain to your muscles.

It's when you feel both of his hands on your cheeks that your eyes fly open in slight shock, because the teasing continues inside your walls as if his fingers were still in your warmth. (...)

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Chapter 3: A Special Roommate (1k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) Tilting your head, you lean slightly closer, your own eyes still wide and terrified as you think about the fact that this thing has been inside you, probably while Sebastian has fucked you against the rock as well.

That tiny thing has heightened your sexual experience, and for that reason alone, you can't be mad at it. You feel drawn to it. You reach out your other hand and extend a finger to touch it, and it flinches away at first, but then stops moving as you stroke your fingertip over its long body. It feels cold to the touch, wet and soft, and you wonder how something so squishy could have an impact on your equally squishy walls.

As if reading your mind, you feel it moving under your touch, and it seems to harden right there on your palm, its soft skin turns into something more akin to a shell, rigid and unrelenting, and you gasp quietly as you feel a pulse throbbing through its small body. That's what you've been feeling. The pinching sensation. (...)

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Chapter 4: A Special Need (6.2k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) Moaning against his lips you feel the tension inside your stomach erupting into a wave of pure pleasure as it washes over you with a force that makes your thighs twitch, your toes curl and your muscles contract violently, and in doing so you feel your insides convulsing, moving, and in your haze you barely feel the gentle caresses of these eight little arms you've grown to love so much over the last weeks. Yet once you realize that the squid is about to slip from your bum, it is already too late.

Despite being caught in his own haze as he ruts into your core with reckless abandon, he seems to feel the foreign touch as well, and you see it all unfold in slow motion. You feel too weak to do anything as your orgasm still shudders through your body, as your walls clamp down on his cock, your limbs too twitchy to control, so when his brown eyes widen slowly before he leans back on his knees and stares down at your connection, you don't have to see the tentacles wrapping themselves around his base to know what's going on.

With a deep growl that could also be a yelp or guttural scream, Sebastian jolts off you, slips from your depths as if you've never even been connected, and takes several steps away from the couch, completely ignoring his precum leaking cock, as his shaking hand points at the small creature crawling over your centre. Yet it's not the fact that there is a strange little squid seemingly coming from nowhere that has touched him at the most inappropriate time, it's the fact that you remain so calm and collected as you lie on your back, looking from the squid to your boyfriend and back, and not sharing in his panic.

That's when he explodes.

“What the fuck is that?” he yells with an anger you haven't heard from him in years. (...)

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Chapter 5: A Special Night (3.6k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) You feel so full you can barely breathe, barely think. Your chest is pressed into the cushions of the couch, head turned, eyes squeezed shut, tears of bliss and exhaustion spilling from your lashes. Your rear is raised, hips held by two strong hands, wet squelching noises fill the room with every rapid thrust into your stretched hole as a warm body slams against your cushioned backside.

Your mouth hangs open, saliva dripping from the corner, unintelligible noises tumbling over swollen lips. You feel hot and cold at the same time, goosebumps rippling over your skin like waves, shivers and shudders crawling under your skin, as you flinch and wince with every motion directed against your core.

And it's not just the thick cock pressed into your tight little bum, trying to penetrate as deep as your bowels, it's the thing squirming inside your erratically clenching cunt that seems to drive the pace of this whole endeavour.

The not-so-little-anymore squid thrashes between your convulsing walls, hard and rigid and seemingly bigger than ever before as it fills you out completely, to the point you feel your entrance gaping as its eight tentacles slither in and out, assaulting your clit, rubbing and flicking and pulling, each of them pressing against your sensitive skin teasingly. (...)

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Chapter 6: A Special Kind of Liquid (8.8k//AO3//Tumblr)

(...) Loud groans and grunts fill your ears as you lie beneath Sebastian's broad body, motionless, spent and at your absolute limit, yet he doesn't seem to care as he ruts into you with unrelenting speed and power, pounding his length deep inside your tight space, each stab accompanied by wet squelching noises followed by shrill squeaks falling from your aching throat every time he prods your cervix almost brutally.

It feels as if he's splitting you right open, his weight and strength pushing you into the cushions, fingers gripping soft flesh, adding to the already existing bruises. And deep inside you is a throbbing sensation, making your muscles clench tighter and tighter around whatever occupies your cavities. You cry out soundlessly, body squirming and writhing, fighting the overwhelming assault on your senses.

Something warm floods your bowels, that burning liquid, oozing from the squid, seeping into your flesh, numbing the tension. You feel it stirring inside you, woken by the ruthless pistoning of the thick cock, whose bulging veins scrape over your sensitive flesh, whose thick head almost pierces your womb, whose girthy shaft rubs along your stretched entrance. Heavy balls slap against your bum, causing the creature lodged within to move with every thrust.

Your mind slips then, as exhaustion grips you, pulls you along, drags you into the darkness as everything happening to you fades to black... (...)

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→ Tumblr links: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6

→ AO3 link: A Special Kind of Bond

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#masterpost #mysmut #smut #reader insert #x reader #female reader #f!reader #fem reader #dirty mind #ao3 writer #ao3 smut #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #sebastian x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #sallow sunday #spicy sunday

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melaerotica · 5 months

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send me ' i need you closer ' for an erotic drabble where our muses are experiencing each other's bodies, or a 'i need you now' for an erotic drabble where our muses are advancing their urges.

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baublekute · 1 month

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"Damn V. You look good holding my gun."

#cyberpunk 2077 #river ward #oc: valerie rose barrere #v x river ward #female v #virtual photography #street kid v #ps5 #playstation #spicy sunday #otp: death wish

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pacificaisstillpacifica · 7 months

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2079

Outtake because I couldn't decide which I liked more:

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077: phantom liberty #phantom liberty #solomon reed #baby girl benítez #phantom liberty spoilers #spicy sunday #ship stuff #they forgot the door was open #who knows what shitty name i'll give this ship #i am 100% completely and totally normal about these two #photostory: paper planes

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st0rmyskies · 8 months

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Counterpoint to the last ask: how do the boys respond when they're the ones accidentally walking in on their housemates?

Humiliation Sunday continues. Beneath the cut, etc etc.

Twilight - Even MORE fumbling, even MORE apologies, Twilight slams the door shut so fast that he accidentally gets the end of his flannel caught in the door. And then there's that terrible debate. Does he open the door again to retrieve his stuck article of clothing? Does he ditch his flannel and just run, leaving behind the evidence that yes it definitely WAS him that walked in on his roommate? Does he resign himself to being stranded there, still in his shirt, and guiltily listen to them finish up on the other side? RIP Twilight, you're going through it today man.

Wild - The first "Oh!" is shocked, startled, embarrassed. Then there's the big smile when he realizes his roommate is having fun, and a more breathless, excited "Oh!!" It takes said roommate shouting his name to snap Wild out of it, and he laughs an apology and backs out of the room like he just walked in on them laughing at silly YouTube videos and not, well, you know.

Dark - The incredibly loud "Hey, {roommate name}!! Sorry to barge in, looks like you're a bit tied up/a little out of breath/going through A LOT right now--" announces exactly what he's done. Dark deserves to get chased down that hallway and have the shit kicked out of him, honestly.

Warriors - He moves around rather quietly, so his roommate may or may not notice when Wars opens the door. He'd spend a few seconds in silent observation before declaring "6.5 out of 10 for form, man." He's not backing out of the room again until pillows are chucked in his general direction, or when Sky stumbles out of the bed with a look of pure murder in his eyes.

Sky - There's an immediate startled gasp, a high "Sorry!!!" and a door slam. But remember, Sky is kind of a cheeky little shit. He's probably going to linger outside that door for a minute or two to see if the pair/group in question starts up again or if they've abandoned the activity all together. To satisfy his own guilt about the situation, he assures you.

Four - He's going out of his way to avoid any and all situations that sound, smell, or seem like sex even vaguely when it comes to his roommates. Up to and including avoiding looking into the living room when it sounds like there's a questionable movie playing. If he DOES stumble upon someone in the throes, his apology is going to come out more like a muffled gag as he slams the door shut. Gods he did NOT need to see that angle of Wild, thanks...

Hyrule - Let's be real. He's probably the one that comes in through the back door and completely misses the fact that Twi and Dark are having fun at the island. Dr. Hyrule is so dead inside some days that nothing even registers.

Legend - The sound he makes can only be described as an undignified squawk. He's another who, like Twilight, probably closes the door so fast that he gets part of his own clothing or hair stuck in it. And when he goes to open and slam it shut again, he doesn't get the bit of his sweater out of the door. Third time's the charm, though, and he's shouting his "I'm fucking sorry!!" as he's stomping off down the hallway, his face as pink as the streak in his hair.

Wind - The loud laugh as soon as he realizes what's going on isn't truly because he's trying to be an ass. It's because he is awkward as fuck and once he gets started, he can't stop. So he feels AWFUL and can't even really apologize, and he just goes running off in embarrassment only to later mumble an apology from beneath his hoodie somewhere in the safe company of others where said roommate can't call him out on it without admitting to the others what happened.

Time - The cut-off gasp and quick door close are the only give-aways that Time was there at all. If the recipient of said incident decides to bring it up to him later on, it's going to be a lot of hands up to stop the apologies, "No no no, that was your space, I was the one coming in to your space, you don't need to apologize. I've learned my lesson, I should have knocked louder, I can't tell you how sorry I am." Malon later yells at him on the phone that, yes, getting a gift by way of apology would, in fact, make things more awkward.

#stormy asks #stormys spicy asks #spicy sunday #hsh #townhouse au #lmtcoy

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suitsusboth · 8 months

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this Simone's picture makes me think about a new AU in which Anthony and Kate see each other at the high school reunion and they both came alone and Anthony's jaw drops when he sees the tiny girl who he used to argue with all the time to the point where the teachers gave up on them. The last time he saw her before the graduation was when she got a detention for hitting him in a head with a book. And now? She looks like a goddess and his last brain cell abandoned him when he sees her smirking.

This has been sitting in my inbox for like three weeks, so sorry about that but.... It was a very good idea and I felt the need to write a little something. So I wrote you a fic. Just a little one. Hope that makes up for it.

can't two people reconnect?

#high school reunion au #bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #asks #can't two people reconnect?#fanfic #bridgerton fanfiction #it's spicy so beware if that's not your thing #spicy sunday #feel free to send me prompts bc I might actually write them lol

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thatdoodlebug · 8 months

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i posted this the other day but accidentally deleted on mobile tumblr maybe a sign i should keep my occasional spice to myself but anyways here is some spicy vancula and also a link to some of my doodles so far. if you enjoy them at all and would like to see more please consider leaving kudos/commenting there. it would be much appreciated.

#hammer horror #dracula #hammer dracula #vancula #peter cushing #christoper lee #doodle #spicy sunday #hammer #horror

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snnydcys · 2 months

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endless edits of sonny munroe please don't reblog

#𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 . . . visual #𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙣 . . . edit #SPICY SUNDAY

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artsyunderstudy · 2 months

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Spicy Sunday

Thanks for the tags this morning @thewholelemon @cutestkilla @emeryhall @hushed-chorus and @forabeatofadrum !!!

I dont have new words yet. Between work and family, I just haven't had time to focus on it, but I am hopeful to have the last chapter of Fragile Bones wrapped up soon.

Always feels a bit like cheating to post stuff from fics that are already on AO3 but whatever I wanna participate in post-EGF spicy Sunday. With two spicy offerings. One from my EGF and one from Fragile Bones. Way more than 6 sentences.

Your Fragile Bones are Mine

The shirt still holding my arms together above my head goes tight as he claims my mouth again, and I think he’s braced his hand between my wrists. He’s pressing the taut fabric into the pillow. It causes my wrists to snap together, even more tightly bound. Heat blooms inside me, between my legs, in the yawning space of my chest. “Baz,” he whines into my mouth. I can’t touch him, I don’t have my hands, so I kiss his cheek and then drag my teeth over the spot. “Baz, I want you.” “I’m here.” His mouth is wide and wet. The rhythm of it is a frenetic push and pull. I latch on and I bite at his lips. His hips are rolling over mine, deliberate, long thrusts, and I can feel how hard he is through the fabric of our trousers. How much he wants me. I try to brace my feet on the mattress so I can meet him. I want him, too. I’m sure he knows. My Simon. I missed him so much. “I need you,” he repeats between hungry kisses. “I need—”

Past SIMON I need to find him.

The Art of Letting Go

“Are you okay?” I ask quietly. I touch the back of Baz's head, running my fingers through his hair to untangle it. He nods slowly. I take an unsteady breath. “Do you want a bath? Tea?” He shakes his head, just as slowly. I keep petting his hair. It’s a moment before he finally speaks, and his voice is wrecked. “No, I just—” he groans softly and nuzzles in closer. “I need to come. Please.” “Anything you want,” I murmur, kissing the side of his head before laying him carefully back against the pillows. He’s all loose muscles, soft and pliant as his arms drop away from my shoulders. I comb his messy hair away from his face. I made a mess of him, so I grab the edge of a sheet and wipe him mostly clean before leaning in to lick the rest of it off, trailing my tongue with open kisses. He sighs pleasurably at the attention. “Look at you,” I tell him again, reverent and hushed against his skin. He's the most precious thing I've ever had under my hands.

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@shemakesmeforget @stitchyqueer @rimeswithpurple @imagineacoolusername @martsonmars @valeffelees @ileadacharmedlife @aristocratic-otter @urban-sith @letraspal @palimpsessed @whatevertheweather @nightimedreamersworld @carryonsimoncarryonbaz @raenestee @moodandmist @shrekgogurt @whogaveyoupermission @onepintobean @ebbpettier @captain-aralias @fatalfangirl @prettygoododds @ivelovedhimthroughworse @mysterioussheep @c0nsumemy5oul @facewithoutheart @j-nipper-95 @alexalexinii @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @best--dress @messofthejess @mooncello @orange-peony @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @youarenevertooold @that-disabled-princess @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @theearlgreymage @blackberrysummerblog @nausikaaa

#snowbaz #snowbaz fanfic #artsyfic #six sentence sunday #spicy sunday

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