Licking someone's pussy while dominating them is so hot. Arms bound, whimpering, knees pushed back to your ears.
Shut up, you slut- I'm eating.
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HI CAN YOU PLEASE WRITE A FULL FIC ON THE VERSTAPPEN GOOD BOY TEXTS PLEASEEE
Good Boy
MV1 X GN!reader
Summary: max verstappen with a praise kink that's it that's the fic
Warnings: suggestive
Inspired by these texts
It started as a joke, really, when you said "you're such a good boy" to Max for the first time.
What shocked you was his reaction to it— the Dutchman, blunt as ever, replied, "I want to hear that in your actual voice, not through texts."
So here you were, with Max's head in your lap, petting him like he does to the cats. A soft sigh left his half-open mouth. You couldn't help but think of it as the perfect opportunity to try out what could be an amazing new addition to your sex lives.
As Max was coming close to the end of his ramble about the day's race, you ran your fingers through his hair and spoke softly, "You did so good today, baby. I'm so proud of you."
It was barely the starting, just typical praise you would always give him after a race, but his reaction was always so adorable you couldn't help but melt. Featherlight pink dusted his cheeks. "Mhm," he replied, lips pressed together in a small smile.
"Such a good boy, always making me so proud."
Heat rushed to his cheeks, cherry red now, as he struggled to keep a straight face. "Thank you, schatje."
You resumed patting his head, cooing softly, "You like that, baby? Like when I call you a good boy?"
Max was looking up at you with sultry eyes and his pupils blown wide. "Yeah," he whispered.
"Then why don't you get on your knees and give me a good reason to call you that, hm?" Max moved instantly, on his knees in front of you in what seemed to be 2 seconds at most. "You know what to do, right, pretty boy?"
He nodded, lips parted as his chest heaved for oxygen. He looked a little dizzy, pupils blown out and blushing down to his chest, and you were loving the effect the simple words had on him.
"Words, baby."
He swallowed dryly, his breath on your thigh. "Yes, schatje, please. Let me please you."
You decided to tease him a while longer, cupping his chin with one hand. "And why should Iet you do that, baby?"
His fingers toyed with the waistband of your sweatpants. "Because I wan— I wanna be a good boy. For you."
You lifted you hips, letting him take your pants off. "Oh, you already are, Max...
"you're such a good boy."
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alright wade got his body worship fic now it’s logan’s turn. because I am just imagining what it would be like to have your entire body designed literally to be a weapon of death, a vessel built only to endure and inflict extreme violence .. i’m imagining logan being taught through 200 years of experience that the only thing he is good at is hurting others, that all his body is deserving of is pain, both given and received.
and then he meets wade, and logan slowly learns for the first time in his entire 200 year existence how to let his body be an instrument of pleasure… wade treating him gently, even when logan bites back because he doesn’t know how to handle it, slowly teaching logan that his body deserves to feel good. logan learning how to soften himself, how to believe himself worthy of the way wade treats him .. how to accept love rather than snarl at it
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I'm really craving being between sweaty thighs right now... taking deep breaths to smell you and my head being pushed deeper so that my face is completely in it.
Small muffled moans vibrating against you as my tongue laps up everything that leaks out. Even after I feel you pulse and grip my hair, releasing into my mouth, you just taste so good my brain is blank and my mouth is moving on it's own.
If you try to push me away I grunt and pin your hips down so that I can finish my meal without struggle. You keep squirming and whining so I have to reach up with one hand and shove my fingers into your mouth to muffle your protests.
When your body is trembling and you're dripping down my chin, then maybe I'll be satisfied and you can warm my cock while we cuddle.
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I love Gojo who is sick of people worshipping him just for existing; from childhood he is being worshipped as some God and he is just sick of it….until he meets this weird bangs guy who he learns is his classmate, who might be as strong as him, who brings him sweets after a mission, who lets Gojo jump on his back and gives him a piggyback ride, who joins him in his shenanigans to irritate Yaga Sensei and most importantly who looks at Gojo like a human and not some deity and Gojo is like “oh if I want to be worshipped, I want to be worshipped by this guy and this guy alone”…
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