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cellythefloshie · 4 months
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Top 5 favorite fics you have wrote
Top 5 favorite fics you have read
(this equals the top 10 lol)
Top 5 Favorite Fics I Wrote in 2023:
Mama Bear - Jeremy Swayman/OC Alone with You Series - Mat Barzal/OC & Anthony Beauvillier/OC Just Me & You Series - Adam Lowry/OC Meant For Loving - Vince Dunn/OC You Are In Love - Pierre-Luc Dubois / Reader
Top 5 Fics I Read in 2023:
Breakable Heaven by @senditcolton We're A Bad Idea Series by @senditcolton Every Summer Has a Story by @comphy-and-cozy Work Wife by @hockeyboysimagines F*ck You Better by @holy-pucks
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celly-oc · 8 months
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You accept crackships?
I do not currently take any requests.
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cosmal · 1 year
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hi! congrats!! boygenius — send me a character and a concept and i’ll write some headcanons! with doing sirius' makeup? <3
thank u ahhh omg this was so fun i kinda like it, it feels so sirius
sirius doesnt care if you're good or not, he loves it when you do his makeup.
he loves to get you in his lap on the floor, legs spread over his waist, holding you by your hips while you do it.
where you touch his face with gentle fingers. watching where your tongue slips out past your teeth when you're trying to focus. the pinch in your brows.
"stop moving, baby. i'll stuff it up."
"sorry, you just look so pretty." he'll say, squeezing the fat of your hips.
"i'll poke your pretty eye out."
"go for it, baby."
"stop it, sirius."
he'll let you take your time. careful where you draw his liner or lay on his shiny gloss.
where your palm comes up to rest on his warming cheeks!!!!! god he loves everything about it.
he'll talk to you about the most stupid shit to mess with you.
"i'll get a hard on if you keep wriggling about like that, lovely."
you'll swat his chest. "sirius! you're the one pushing your fingers into my ribs."
"you're totally right."
sometimes he gets you to do it because he wants to feel you so close.
"you'll do my makeup for me lovely?"
"we going out?'
"might go to tesco's later, not sure."
"yeah, okay, baby."
sometimes when he's too lazy to do it before a night out, and he knows you're already ready, he'll get you to do it.
"you want silver or purple glitter?"
"whatever you think's best."
"you wearing your jacket?"
"of course."
"silver it is then."
then you put on his gloss and he'll say some shit like,
"can I wear your gloss?"
"yeah, s'in my purse, lemme go grab it."
"no, just kiss me. please?"
"you'll smudge it."
"it'll be all over my chin by the end of the night, anyways, baby."
"you're awful."
"I know."
you kiss him. and it is all over his chin by the end of the night. and his cheek. lips.
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diorgirl444 · 1 year
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summer magic 🎀 ༊*·˚ - give me a character + a trope and i’ll write a little drabble about it
— academic rivals to lovers with charlie dalton 💓💕💓
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ooh this is such a cute idea omg and it fits charlie so well!!! i did not proofread this though so it may be badly written 😭
you’ve always hated Charlie Dalton. hated his obnoxious habit to shout, his belief that he’s simply better than everyone and the way that he can achieve full marks on a paper which he didn't even study for. he's infuriating, to say the least. you think all this to yourself to pass the time as you've finished answering the test. Charlie Dalton has been on your mind a lot lately. you can't imagine why.
to take your mind off him you let your eyes dance around the classroom. most of your class is still laser-focused on the test, even Charlie is still staring at the paper. he looks rather nice without that characteristic smirk drawled across his face. his pretty brown hair falls lightly across his forehead. his eyes have softened and seem almost warm in the golden lighting. it’s at that moment that you realise something the duffer that is Charlie Dalton is good-looking. you think part of you may have always known this but looking at him now makes your breath catch in your throat.
you feel someone’s eyes on you, it’s Charlie’s eyes and he’s caught you admiring him. he’s smirking at you and oh goodness that shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. you feel blood rush to your cheeks and you are certain you’re the colour of a strawberry. and because it is Charlie Dalton he decides that you’re not suffering enough because he winks at you. if you weren’t red before you certainly are now. you frantically turn away and focus on your paper. attempting to ignore the way you can feel his hot gaze remain on you.
you’re never gonna hear the end of this.
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dreamersparacosm · 2 years
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RISK WITH AUSTIN PLSPLSPLS
nsfw!
note ; need austin to finger me in a moving vehicle immediately. not asking, begging.
warnings ; fingering, public play
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
you’re pretty sure you’re going to need to be airlifted out of the car.
no, not that. probably worse. someone will have to scrape the remainder of your being off the leather seats of austin’s brand new car. what began as an innocent, lighthearted road trip across country turned into a battle for mercy, his nimble, swift, long fingers pushing your panties to the side and entering your entrance with so much ease it’s laughable.
your legs are trembling as you tightly grab his wrist, hips attempting to turn away from his contact. there’s a brief moment where he thinks he should stop, focus back on the empty road, but seeing you wiggle in your seat like a fish out of water is enough to rile him back up.
the excessive burn that causes shocks of delirious ecstasy and satiation to travel through your body; that point where pain turns into a need that is so agonizing you can't help but experience it in all its torturous beauty.
your hand flies up to the dashboard, palm slamming against it with so much force you’re certain you’ve broken your wrist. the pad of austin’s thumb rubs circles into your clit, fingers going in, out, in, out. chest heaving, lips slightly parted, you attempt to speak, “aus, i, i..”
“what, baby?” his tongue pokes out to wet his lips, knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel as if it were his lifeline. sure, he could’ve pulled over and had his way with you twenty miles ago, but this was more fun. he’d pull over soon.
“i-i’m gonna..” you’re trailing off the path of your sentence, mind fuzzy and vision blurry. as he listens to you struggle to piece coherent words together, he keeps his fingers perfectly curled inside you. his brain screams stopstopstop, but it’s as if something comes over him. your moans, pathetic and desperate, echo throughout the entire vehicle, arms flailing as you try to grasp at anything, something to ground you.
“come on, be a good girl for me. didn’t buy these leather seats for them to not be soaked with your cum.”
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
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sailor-aviator · 22 days
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Since nothing has come of this yet, as a little gift to you, let’s show the people Modern!DHTN!Jake 🤭
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"Yet"
RUTHIE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!! 💛💛💛
Join in on my 1k celebration!
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laracrofted · 4 days
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Some 🍾 to celebrate your birthday! (Even though you’re the one treating us!) Could I request a mood board for Bob taking you to some sort of flower festival? 🌷🌼🌸🌺🪻🌹
- @bradshawsbaby 💕
hi sarah love 🌼 here are those spring vibes with bobby for you and a bonus bouquet 🌷🪻🌷
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send a request for my birthday celebration!
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thornescratch · 2 years
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Alex Flum: The year the Caps won the Cup, who scored the goal to eliminate the Penguins in the second round? Dylan Strome: (no hesitation) Bird celly. Kuznetsov.
Dylan Strome hasn’t even suited up for the Caps in a regular season game yet, but he managed to nail every single trivia question about the team and beat out regular players Anthony Mantha and Nic Dowd, including the exact year the team was founded and the franchise’s all time saves leader.
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starscelly · 6 months
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424 celly
ari@dal 11.14.23
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letkirillfight · 1 year
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Top five images of your favorite player?
Kirill gets the nod for this because choices are hard but I also have a brand to maintain. In no particular order:
Hockey boy loves hockey
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2. Girlfriend line? Girlfriend line.
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3. Kirill pondering how he's going to get out of doing everything but babysit this all star weekend (he almost did it!)
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4. Kirill celebrating Zuccy getting a goal because just look at him
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5. He's just. So smiley. Give him whatever he wants.
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year
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i know i sent one in before so feel free to ignore this but omg i just had a thought for I need coffee in an IV. what about a moodboard for your angel and devil!steddie au?? i am hopelessly obsessed with it, its literally always on my mind hehe
if you've done this before im so sorry
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cellythefloshie · 2 months
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Whats your favorite fic that you have ever read?
There will be nothing that compare to these 4 fics as they were written special for me <3
Breakable Heaven by @senditcolton Breaking All My Rules by @wyattjohnston Sometimes You Just Know The Answer by @laurenairay What We Had by @callsign-denmark
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celly-oc · 1 year
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I probably asked too many but here you....
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒.
💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?
✈️ AIRPLANE — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person
🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?
📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?
🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?
𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒.
💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?
🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?
🔺 RED TRIANGLE POINTED UP — does your oc know how to use any weapons?
🔶 LARGE ORANGE DIAMOND — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise?
𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.
🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?
🐶 DOG FACE — does your oc have any pets?
🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few friends?
🍎 RED APPLE — where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace?
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.
💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?
💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?
🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?
I will be answering each of these questions for Delaney aka RW 2.0. You will be able to find the answers beneath the read more.
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💭 - ENFJ + Chaotic Good
✈️ - Delaney loves to travel, and this is not restricted to her work. She will also travel during the off season.
🖊️ - Delaney does not have any tattoos nor does she plan on getting any.
📚- Delaney went to school for journalism and has completed a undergraduate's degree in the topic.
🩹 - Delaney does not have any physical or mental disabilities that are known at this time.
💤 - Delaney is a light sleeper. If it's too bright she will wake up, if she feel someone get in or our of the bed she is probably going to wake up, and she doesn't like to sleep alone.
🔱 - Delaney can swim, very much enjoys it thought she doesn't have much time or the beach with her busy work schedule.
🔺 - Delaney does not know how to use any weapons.
🔶 - Growing up, with her big brother in sports she made point to get basic first aid training. She knows the basic of CPR but would not be the most confident in performing it. Her medical knowledge does not exceed this training.
🌈 - Delaney is Bisexual, male leaning, and identifies as she/her.
🐶- Delaney's work schedule is to hectic to keep pets, but she would love to have one one day.
🐈- Delaney has a small network of friends - Sydnee, Miranda, Rebecca and Chantelle, but she struggles to maintain relationships with them as her work keeps her busy.
🍎- Delaney was born in Miami, and she does like to travel back home when time allows it as her mother, father and brother all reside there. After leaving Miami for school it doesn't feel all that much like home anymore.
💔 - Delaney can be naïve, unrealistic and can struggle with selfish motivations.
💘- Del values her job and her friendships above all else - especially since she has moved away from "home". But with her choice in career, the two are at odds and she often has to pick one or the other - with her job being the one she must prioritize.
🧡 - Delaney is a strong believer in picking your family / that family is more than blood. And with keeping a smaller social circle, she does not often have to pick one or the other.
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cosmal · 1 year
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hozier—
omg tell me what you think about hockey player!steve
omg ive done baseballplayer!steve but this is amazing shut up.
he's definitely a douche at first idc. that king!steve hockey player rep.
he's good. really good and he fucking knows it too.
he doesn't take shit from the ref. he'll yell about an unfair call or what he thinks is unfair.
he can get violent. fights about things that he usually starts. god. the bloodied noses. and when he gets pulled off some other guy, he's all smartass smiles with blood in his teeth. panting and shit ughhhhhhhh.
and then he notices you, of course, how could he not. you come to most of his games. he wants to believe you come for him.
then he finds out you're the coach's daughter.
how he's never met you before is beyond him but he really wants to. it's embarrassing really.
eventually, after a game, he runs into you leaving the coaching box.
because he's a charmer, he gets your number after a ten-minute talk he was lucky enough to get out of you.
you go on a few dates. the movies. the park. the arcade at your request. and he finds out, much to his delight or not he's not sure, that he genuinely likes you.
you're smart, way too smart for him, he thinks, funny, fucking hilarious, shy went you want to be and loud around your friends. worse than him, he thinks.
you're much more than the past girlfriends he's had.
when he finds out you've never skated before, he's amazed. being the coach's daughter.
he finds you a pair of skates straight away and takes you out on the ice.
"steve, im gonna fall on my ass."
"I won't let you. promise."
you shake like a leaf, gripping way too hard onto his hands as he guides you out onto the ice.
"alright, now stand up a bit - yeah that's it, baby. straighten your legs up."
"I can't."
"yeah, you can."
you do as he says and honestly, he's shocked you trust him this much. it hits him right in the gut.
"Im sorry, your poor hands."
"im fine, promise. had worse."
"I've seen the black eyes, steve."
"exactly."
he gets you so wound down, you don't even notice when he lets go of you.
he skates away from you, cheering.
"that's it! look at you go!"
"steve! what the fuck, come back!'
'you're doing so well, baby!"
eventually, you fall on your knees and feel like a complete fool.
he helps you up and he has it in him to feel a little bad.
"you okay? your knees okay?"
"just a little embarrassed."
"right. well, let's go get some food, yeah?"
eventually, you go to all his games just for him.
he blows you kisses before the game starts and comes up to the plexiglass after to fog it up and draw little hearts like a total cornball.
you've totally turned him into some lovely fool that puts king!steve to shame.
still, he gets into fights because he cant help himself.
he feels bad, really, awful, when he finds you on the sidelines looking a little upset.
he gets patched up by a medic and goes to find you straight away.
"your nose is bleeding."
"I'm okay."
you reach up and cup his face. "your lovely eyes, steve."
"I promise I'm okay."
"that's gonna bruise."
he lets you take him home and ice him up. he takes the scolding and the warnings because he deserves them.
"did you really need to hit him once he was down?"
"probably not."
"probably not. stop getting into fights, steve. you're gonna end up seriously hurt."
he promises to never get into another fight once he sees you crying.
he doesn't.
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stopping the read more glitch <3
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diorgirl444 · 1 year
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flo’s 200 follow celebration: hayley mills films <3
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first of all thank you so much it screws with my mind to know that 200 people are interested in my silly little rambles about silly little things but trust me it means the absolute world. now a brief explanation on the theme. i’ve loved hayley mills since i was a little girl because i’ve always seen myself in her and the characters both emotionally and physically. so i thought what better theme for my event then hayley mills’s films. if you’ve never watched any i definitely recommend it though you don’t have to have done so to participate in my event. it simply means that you may be missing out on some truly brilliant films.
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the parent trap 🍓 ༊*·˚ - tumblr games! cym, kmk, would you rather, etc, etc
summer magic 🎀 ༊*·˚ - give me a character + a trope and i’ll write a little drabble about it
pollyanna 🍰 ༊*·˚ - (moots only) send this in and i’ll make a moodboard for you based on my perception of you as my friend
that darn cat 🐈 ༊*·˚ - send me in a character + a brief description of your appearance (including clothing style) and i’ll make a fake instagram post of what you’d post of each other
whistle down the wind ☁️ ༊*·˚ - (moots only) give me your favourite thing about me + i’ll tell you my favourite thing about you
sky west and crooked 🌸 ༊*·˚ - matchups! give me detailed information + the gender + fandom of you’re choosing. then i’ll ship you with a character from that fandom and explain why
the moon-spinners 🌙 ༊*·˚ - send me in a fic you’ve written and i’ll read it + tell you my favourite part (cannot include smut)
in search of the castaways 🗺️ ༊*·˚ - tell me your clothing style (include pictures) and i’ll tell you what fictional character would have a crush on you
the truth about spring ⚓️ ༊*·˚ - (moots only) send this in and i will tell you what food i’d cook for you + what gifts i’d give to you on your birthday
taglist 🏷️ ༊*·˚ - @goodoldfashionedluvergirl @fairyofthehollow @nutellani @starstruckwillows @disneymbti @ifthiswasamovie1989 @songofpatrochilless @rottenlovers @unadulterated-syd @sinswept @princess-paramour @starlit-epiphany @vancitycharlie @anxiouspisces23 @angelgnome @toddandersonsmuse @sincerelyyoursg @teddysgrahms @bealovesmarauders
(sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged <3)
THIS IS NOW CLOSED BUT I AM WORKING MY WAY THROUGH ALL THE ASKS
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dreamersparacosm · 2 years
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❝  you can go harder.  i’m okay,  i want you to.  ❞ PLS SHSHSKSHAVA
nsfw!
note ; gonna assume this is for austin bc that’s what the people want these days and i am here to deliver also way longer than it needs to be lmao why am I like this
warnings ; penetration? lmao
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
There is nothing wrong with soft, sensual sex.
Absolutely nothing. In fact, it's what you and Austin are used to, what you're used to. Four months into dating and you had been a virgin, yet to have someone break that fourth wall and take away the last morsel of innocence that lived and breathed inside of you.
He had prided himself in being the first and only man to bring you to your knees, his name being the only one to slip from your lips in a lewd manner. He was gentle the first time, gentle the second, gentle the third… until it was the norm. Predictable.
But, somehow, one summer’s evening, when your friends discuss their boyfriends breaking their back like a soft pretzel, discussing the mechanics of the butterchurner position, the idea of soft, sweet, sensual sex with your loving boyfriend dwindles down to a piece of dust and all that’s left is a fiery desire to get absolutely railed.
So, later that night, when you’re drunk off one too many aperol spritzes, and with a plan in your head to seduce your boyfriend, you resolve to tell him that he is not allowed to fuck you like you’re still a virgin. It’s forbidden.
“Aus,” You whisper, giggling as you climb into the bed that smells like his cologne and warm cashmere. He mumbles something, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he feels your slender arms wrap around the entirety of his body.
“Hi, baby,” He croaks out, voice a little deep from just waking up. You press sloppy, wet kisses down the back of his neck, around to the front, your limbs on fire as you try to contain the desire that pools between your legs, that has been manifesting since your friends opened their mouths in the first place.
“Fun girls night?” He questions sarcastically as he smells the alcohol on your breath still. You hum in agreement, gluing your lips to his. He nearly melts into you, hands cupping your cheeks as he kisses you longingly; and as always, it’s just a little too soft for your liking.
You pull away, looking into his eyes that are still bright blue as ever, even in the room that is lit by only a lamp. “I want you to fuck me.”
Austin looks like he’s about to have a heart attack.
“What?” He finally musters out, the sleep completely disintegrated from his body as he struggles to comprehend what his girlfriend, his sweet angel girlfriend who doesn’t even like to kill spiders, could possibly be saying to him at 1:30 a.m.
There’s a glimmer of something behind your eyes, something he’s never seen before and that he can’t quite put his finger on. It’s dark, seductive, like you’re an animal in heat who can’t reach a finish in time. You repeat your statement, “I want you to fuck me, Austin.”
“Right now?” He adjusts his position in the bed, leaning up the against the frame, and pulling you onto his chest.
“Right now.”
In the year that you two had been dating, he had never heard you ask him to “fuck.” You two were well-reserved individuals who enjoyed the simplicity of a mattress and romantic music echoing in the background. So now this, this was not his expertise.
But, at the end of the day, when all is said and done, he’s a boy, a boy with needs and wants, so when his beautiful girlfriend asks him to fuck, he’s going to do so. Even if it is indeed 1:30 in the morning. There’s not an ounce of shame in your body, and you’re certain it’s hidden behind the aperol spritzes and the hype-up you recieved from your best friends.
Then, before he has a chance to mull over his options, you press your lips against his, a mess of teeth and lips and tongue that’s more filth than romance. He readjusts his stance on the mattress again, accommodating your pace and pressure, letting you take the ropes. And it’s a foreign feeling, not just for you but him as well, and it makes his heart flutter and his boxers tighten around his waist as he can’t control the arousal that circles in his chest.
He tucks an arm around your body, flipping you over so that his body weight lingers over you. You note that he’s shirtless and just in his boxer briefs, and for a moment, you feel guilty that you woke him up from his slumber. Then he lets his nimble fingers swiftly play with the zipper of your jeans and that all washes away.
You let him unzip your jeans, tugging them off your legs hastily as your lips wander down to his neck, kissing him, sucking on his sweet spot that you know is just below his ear. He lets out a whimper, flinging your jeans across the room and focusing back on your body that’s laid out all for him. Normally, at this point, you two would slow down, savor the moment, turn on a sensual song to get you in the mood. But you just continue on down this golden path, drunk and high off the feeling of Austin pressing your hips into the mattress.
“Aus, please, I need you,” You sound absolutely pathetic. You know you do. But you hope it’s enough to fuel him, get him to shut off that pretty little mind of his that’s littered with fears of hurting you during sex. As if he could ever.
He thinks it’s wrong. He doesn’t know why but he does. But the little part of his brain that tells him to think, tells him to do, shuts off and commands him to follow his animalistic urges.
He doesn’t even take off your underwear, just slips down his boxers, jerking himself off a few times before slipping your panty to the side and running the tip of his cock through your needy folds. You yelp, biting your lips in anticipation. His eyes are still droopy and lidded with drowsiness, but something else is sparkling behind them. He places one of his large hands on your knee, spreading your thighs apart as far as the restraint of your panty will let, pad of his thumb imprinting on your hips as he slides in with ease.
You let out a sigh of relief in unison. It’s the same feeling it always is, the way he stretches out your entire body, reaches a part of you that isn’t even feasible. Your lower back is being pressured by one of your mattress' numerous lumps as your body is positioned lazily across the top covers at an angle. But all you're feeling is a bit of pressure since you're too preoccupied with the feeling of Austin’s cock filling you up to the brim to care about anything.
He thrusts a few times, allowing you to adjust to the way your walls clench around his length. You let out a few measly noises, eyes trained on the way his abdominal muscles retract with every movement. And it’s enjoyable, it’s comfortable, the pace with which he fucks you with. But it’s not enough. It’s not what you need.
You prop yourself up on your elbows, batting your eyelashes at him. “You can go harder. I’m okay, I want you to.”
“Holy shit.” Is all he can really respond to that. He bites his lips, a moment of hesitation plaguing his thoughts as he looks down at his cock half-inside you. Somehow, with your body connected to his in a painfully beautiful way, every worry drips away, goes down some imaginary trash can as he pushes himself inside of you, fully. And then he slides back out, arm reaching out to wrap around your neck as he increases his tempo, perspiration beading at his forehead as he slams into you with his entire length.
It’s just the sound of skin slapping, your strangling moans, and the bed-frame squeaking with every unrelenting thrust he pounds into you. His grip tightens around your neck, eyes connecting with yours, and he says, “You gonna be a good girl and take it all for me?”
You think you might be in heaven.
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆
thank you for joining my 3.5k celly! requests are now closed.
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