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carisi-dreams · 5 months
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I hope I'm doing this right! I've been reading your blog for well over an hour! Lol When you feel up to it, could you write a Nick/Reader NSFW story with the prompt: "25. "If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.“ .. I haven't told anyone I like seductive, aggressive fantasies yet. It's comforting to read the fun, safe versions you have here ❤
mc!Nick because it's fun, but I could probably be convinced to write some non AU dom!Nick, too.
takes place after this.
warnings: nsfw, suggestive
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“Can you keep your hands to yourself?” Nick asked as he half led, half dragged you to his bike. 
You tugged the hem of your dress down with your free hand - a losing battle - and hurried to match his stride. Veronica was going to get a huge bouquet of flowers from you later. Tomorrow. There was no way you’d be thinking about anything other than Nick for at least the next several hours.
“Maybe,” you replied with a teasing lilt and curve of your lips. “What’s in it for me?”
Nick snorted and grabbed your helmet as the two of you came up short next to the bike. The helmet smelled vaguely of asphalt and sweat when he placed it on your head and you wrinkled your nose a little. Confident hands clipped it under your chin.
“If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week,” Nick warned you as he slipped his own helmet on. “And sitting won’t be that pleasant either.”
With a roll of your eyes you hitched a leg over the back of the motorcycle. 
“Promises promises,” you sang. 
Nick shook his head and by the crinkle of his eyes, you could tell that he was trying to suppress a smile.
“You and Veronica…” he trailed off as the heel of his boot came down on the kickstand and he started the bike. “Trouble.”
Your laugh was swallowed up by the sound of the engine as he picked up his feet and tilted the bike towards his house. The evening slipped away in a watercolor wash of indigo with blocks of yellow as you sped by houses. Nick’s chest was warm and sturdy where your hands were wrapped around him securely. A smile broke out across your face and you closed your eyes as he wound around cars. At the next stoplight, you dropped your hand to ghost across his crotch and his body shifted in front of you. A warning hand gripped your wrist in a firm grip before he took off again as the light changed to green.
You felt like flirting with danger tonight.
When Nick made an unexpected turn off to a service road you frowned a little even as your heartbeat sped up. As much as he liked to let other people hear you…enjoying yourself, you couldn’t imagine that he was serious about his warning of pulling over. Another unexpected turn led to a dirt path that eventually pulled in front of a clearly abandoned park. It was silent for a moment right after Nick cut the engine. Then, the sound of crickets in the distance started up again and you recognized the sound of cars going up and down the main road. You looked around, but you didn’t see much of anything and the streetlights didn’t stretch far enough to illuminate the nearly pitch black darkness.
“Still feeling brave, princess?” Nick asked as he tugged off his helmet. 
His words came out muffled, but you still caught them. The straps of the helmet were hung over his bike slowly and you breathed out through your mouth quietly.
“You haven’t called me that in a while,” you commented evenly. With slow hands you took off your helmet and let it hang against your left thigh. 
“You haven’t been such a brat in a while.” 
The words were mild, but they sent a lick of fire up your spine all the same. Nick unfolded himself from the bike and then offered his hand to you. Your free hand being in his meant that you couldn’t adjust your dress where it had ridden up again. You squirmed when Nick made no move to release your hand and you debated dropping the helmet to free your other hand. Before you could make a decision, his free hand came to the edge of you dress. It was just barely covering your butt, but he let a finger trail along the fabric covering your thigh instead.
“Safeword.”
You said it softly and he grinned. It wasn’t his usual sweet grin, though, it was mischievous and a bit dangerous.
“Drop the helmet.”
You hesitated and he tightened the grip on your other hand for a moment.
“Gently. But drop it.”
You bent a little before you released it slowly to the ground. Nick flashed you his teeth and when your hand automatically went to the hem of your dress, he caught it.
“Uh uh,” he admonished with a shake of his head. “You wanted my attention. I watched that desperate smirk flash across your face.” 
Nick tilted his head a little and you flushed. Were you that obvious?
“I’m not upset, though,” he drawled. The hand that was on your hem inched the fabric up your thigh slowly. “I like when you’re desperate for me.”
The hand around your wrist was released and he offered his gloved fingers up to your face.
“Take them off,” he ordered quietly. You raised your hand to obey and he shook his head with another half smile. “Use your mouth.”
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thesefallenembers · 7 months
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the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.
if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.
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roselilies · 2 months
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mcntsee · 2 months
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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
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innerenigma · 3 months
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•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•
It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.
Spread the Word :)
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midascrow · 3 months
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I love him so much
insta: Midas.S.Crow
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tanjir0se · 9 days
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Disclaimer these are just a small sampling of some possible writer traits I’ve noticed either in myself or in fics I read. Also consider a rb for sample size !
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bamsara · 5 months
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"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years
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l0velysmut · 2 months
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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”
me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:
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carisi-dreams · 1 year
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I'm sorry about your new job. That sounds so stressful. Please feel no pressure for this but if you're up to it "Do you want me to carry you?" With either MC or Bonnie and Clyde? ❤️
mc!nick + Christmas coziness + a fun surprise?
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A commercial blared suddenly and you startled back to full wakefulness. Christmas was days away and it felt like all of the advertisers were getting desperate in their attempts to sell people stuff they didn’t really need. You smothered a yawn and rubbed at your eye lazily. It was well past time for you to get into bed, but waiting on the couch for Nick had seemed like a good idea several hours ago. There was a strange unsettled feeling under your skin that was simultaneously energizing and nerve rattling. Nesting.
The movie came back on and even though you’d missed the beginning of this one, you still knew exactly what was going on. There was a small town Christmas tree farmer and a washed up former big city cop, so by the end they’d fall in love and save the local school library or whatever. Despite knowing how futile it was to wait up for Nick you pulled the blanket up over your shoulder and let a hand fall to your belly gently. It wasn’t until the next commercial break that you hear familiar footsteps on the porch with an accompanying jingle. 
Nick eased the door open and the somber look on his face transformed into something soft when he saw that you were still awake. 
“Hi honey,” he greeted you with a grin.
You smiled and reached out a hand to beckon him over.
“Hi,” you replied. “I missed you.”
Nick crossed the floor to perch on the edge of the couch next to your hip. 
“That why you’re still out here and not in bed getting rest?” You craned your head up for a kiss and he obliged gently.
“Yes,” you admitted. “Plus, the bed is so far away.” You dragged out the vowels on the last part and his eyes crinkled in a grin even as he shook his head at you in what was supposed to be a scolding manner.
“You need your rest,” he said. His thumb caressed the high angle of your cheek as he let his hand rest on the side of your face.
“I’ve been dozing. How was…whatever you were doing?”
Something inscrutable passed over his face and then was gone by the time you blinked again. Some of the lightness had left his eyes, but his mouth still tried for levity. 
“Not half as cozy and enjoyable as this scene.” He jerked his head towards the television. “How many Christmas movies have you watched tonight alone?”
“A lady doesn’t keep count,” you replied with a faux haughty sniff. A yawn escaped you just then, undercutting your attempts to be stern.
“Bed,” Nick said lightly as he reached for the remote. Switching off the television, he stood to give you space to get to your feet. When you blinked up at him innocently, he stifled a sigh and some of the lightness from before returned. “Do you want me to carry you?”
“Oh, wow. What an idea.” You fluttered your eyelashes up at him. “If you think you can carry me with this extra weight…” Maybe you were laying it on thick, but he wasn’t the one growing a baby, so you figured it was his duty at this point.
“Don’t be ridiculous, woman.” Nick leaned down and scooped you up as easily as he always had. “These muscles aren’t just for show.”
Nick laughed and made for the hallway and you snuggled into his shoulder. You giggled and threaded your arms around his neck. 
“Don’t I know it,” you teased. “Those muscles are what got me in trouble in the first place.”
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fairy-angel222 · 3 months
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𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩
He’s so cocky at first, smirking when you bottom down on his length. “Think you can handle it baby? Take your time if you need to kay? I know it might be too much f’ you.” He chuckles.
You raise a brow in amusement. “Oh i can handle it baby, can you?” Was what you’d first said. And that question hadn’t changed since.
His lips parted in breathy groans and heavy breathing as his hands find your waist. Lips red and swollen from biting them as his eyes looked up at you almost pleadingly. “F-fuck baby.. you’re— shit, going so f-fast. Wanna slow d-down hmm?”
You smile widely, back arching as you lean down to kiss his jaw softly. Giving a false hum in thought. “Mmm.. you can take it.” He lets out the most cry like moan, head falling back into his pillow as his hips jerk upwards. Body trembling lightly when his eyes met yours.
“Shit— please baby. You d-don’t know how fucking- haah.. how fucking tight she’s grippin’ me right now.” He was referring to the way your snug walls stroked up and down his length with every harsh bounce of your hips. “I’m gonna— o-oh fuck, gonna cum again.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at the crack in his voice. Your head tilted to the side as you coo teasingly. “Yeah? Gonna be a good boy n cum f’ me baby?”
He chuckles shakily, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as his cock twitches inside you. “God i fucking love you— ahh, even when you’re milking my cock like you hate m-me.” His senses were heightened, ears picking up the every squelch on your sopping pussy and his cock feeling every ridge of your gummy walls.
He lost it when you began rolling your hips sensually. Your thighs sticking to his at the mere amount of slick that joined you two. Your wetness and his cum seeping between your folds and down his girth, turning your skilled movements sloppy as you rut your hips.
You brought a hand to his face, using your nail to brush his hair off of his sweaty forehead. “C’ mon.. let it all out.” You smiled sweetly, eyes holding a dark glint when his eyes turn teary. Small beads of water pooling at his lids before he’s crying out your name.
Overly sensitive cock aching as he spills yet another load into you. Pumping the thick white substance till you’re pumped full. The rest of the substance spurting back onto him at the lack of space.
You let out a moan, “Wow baby- there’s so much. Might.. might just be your biggest load yet.” You were getting tired, but you’d never let him know that. You swear you hear him whimper when you capture his lips with yours slowly beginning to rock your hips again.
“Shit— don’t think- d-don’t think i can give you any more baby. Feels like my cock’s gonna f-fall off.” He panted, trying to keep himself together when he felt you jerking him off with your smug walls again. A small tremble raking through his body each time your ass landed back down.
His hand left your waist to cover his reddening face. Unable to hide the cherry shade of his ears and neck as he whimpered yet again. Choking out a string of moans with tears staining his cheeks when you shush him gently, “‘S only one more baby, give me one more.”
You were the only one with the ability to truly break Satoru if you tried.
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valleydoli · 3 months
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aphrcdites · 10 months
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the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object
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legallygemini · 13 days
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werecreature-addicted · 4 months
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people are always like "Oh a vampire wouldn't get horny while drinking someone's blood, that's like getting horny while eating a sandwich" and like man have you never had a really good fucking sandwich?
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