#face-sitting

[froggypogs]

Nothing but this and Ser Duncan the Tall sitting on my face 🚬 🚬 🚬

[aziraphales-library]

It is weird but are there any Aziracrow face sitting fics? I was sure face sitting is a literal joke and now i somehow cant take that it actually IS a thing, reading something would make me more comfortable with it, i think...

Thank you for your work and have a nice day!

Here are some face-sitting fics...

taste his precious fruits by animeangelriku (E)

“You must be terribly sensitive…” His hands have moved from Crowley’s back to his hips, perfectly manicured nails scratching his sides all the while, and his grip is possessive, craving. “But I would so love to taste you one more time.” Aziraphale bites the flesh slightly lower from where his mouth last was, just a few kisses away from where Crowley’s plump lips must be glistening with arousal. “My dear, will you give me one more? Will you do that for me?” Not can you. Will you. Crowley already knows he will.

picture it soft by perilit (E)

Crowley has noticed, certainly, the way that tattered waistcoat puckers a bit around the angel’s sides these days, the way the seat of those trousers fits more snugly than before. He’s had to excuse himself from the room more than once because of it, thoughts reduced to mush at the barest glimpse of the fuller curve of Aziraphale’s arms. Shameless body worship.

Tucking In / Playing With Your Food by ashaydamn (E)

Above all, Aziraphale had taken the keenest liking to the taste of Crowley’s cunt. Though, ‘liking’ was not a strong enough word - he adored it, craved it, was an absolute glutton for it. From the first touch of his tongue to those throbbing folds, he was insatiable, devouring Crowley like the starved creature he’d been before that fateful night in Job’s cellar. After all, he had certainly been hungry for more than just food. Aziraphale enjoyed Crowley the same way he enjoyed a meal - ravenously. -- Of course, nothing made Crowley happier than watching his angel cum. His body would light up - sometimes literally - with a sort of pure, unadulterated joy, and the sounds he’d make then could rival the oeuvre of any composer in the known universe. But, Crowley had found it markedly difficult to resist his innate ophidian biology on the journey to said ecstasy - though frankly, he’d also discovered that indulging in it from time-to-time ultimately fostered a uniquely euphoric experience for them both. Crowley’s a snake - he likes to play with his food. -- In which Aziraphale indulges in his favorite meal, then Crowley has a go at making his angel see stars.

love me like you know me by 11min_min11 (E)

Crowley and Aziraphale have just moved into a small town and decide to go to the fair that's running today, to get to know the locals a little better. When they come home, they decide to get to know each other a little better. Not that there's much left to know.

We Live With No Lies by MovesLikeBucky (E)

“What?  Got somethin’ on my face?” “No, it’s just, well…” Aziraphale sets his glass down on the table and fidgets with his signet ring, “I wonder if you might allow me to assist you.” “What?” “With your boots, my dear,” Aziraphale is doing his level best to look anywhere but at Crowley’s face.  “I daresay you seem very exhausted, and I could quite easily help you with them.  If you’d like.” --- What starts as a simple favor turns into so much more.

Gibraltar May Tumble by adverbian (E)

A little first-time (extremely soft) light bondage on a rainy afternoon, with feelings and tenderness and love. It was an ancient dream, old as the Garden and a vine that had twined around two branches together, dangerous as the offer of a sheltering wing. But in this quiet cottage, in this bedroom looking out to the hills and the sea and the sky, certain things were proving possible, after all.

- Mod D

[blouisparadise]

Upon request, here is a rec list of BL fics that feature face-sitting. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word.

Happy reading!

1) Take My Hand, Darling | Explicit | 5635 words

Harry wants to experiment with bondage, but Louis' worried about trying new things. They both kinda miss holding each other's hand.

2) I'm Addicted To You | Explicit | 6167 words | Sequel

They don't get to do what Louis wants until a couple of weeks later, after being knee-deep in work and trying to cover everything that has to do with the topic. They agree on everything Louis would like to experiment with, and Harry agrees mostly on everything. It's not extreme per say, but not having to touch Louis during it, it feels a little too extreme for Harry nonetheless.

At first, he had complained about not wanting to do it because to him it felt that the most important thing of their sex life is when they get to touch each other and transmit each electric, thunder-like feeling they perceive in moments like that. Louis, on the other hand, had pouted, exclaiming that sometimes one had to step out of their comfort zone to experience new things. He had promised that in the first moment Harry would feel uncomfortable or lost in what they were doing he would immediately stop.

3) Singing Your Praises | Explicit | 6226 words

Prompt 86: Louis rides Harry while wearing his packer’s jersey/sweater and gets his ass ate.

4) Give It Up To Me | Explicit | 8134 words

"You're going to end up making me come with all the boys in our lounge," he finished, his tone softening the longer he spoke.

"And?" Harry murmured, placing his palm over the crevice of Louis' arse, keeping the plug nice and tight inside of him. "What if I wanted you to?"

5) See You When I Get Home | Explicit | 10308 words

"What are you thinking about?" He repeats Louis' question from earlier.

"You." Louis' reply comes out in a moan. It shocks Harry, and his brain scrambles for the right thing to do, the right thing to say. He doesn't even know how to feel, or if he even heard Louis correctly.

"Me?"

6) With the Certainty of Tides | Mature | 13980 words

“Love you,” Louis whispered in the dark. He didn’t know what time it was or where the light had gone, he knew that he was in Harry’s arms, basking in the afterglow of all their love and he’d be a fool to not tell Harry that. As if Harry didn’t know.

“Love you,” was whispered back, as if Louis didn’t know. They confessed to each other as if it was their first time saying it, raw and painful, and listened to it the very same way, but they knew those words to be the only ones true.

With all the certainty of the tides, with all the light from the sun, with all the steady beats of their hearts, they were deftly in love, in secret and so loudly. They were brave and fearless and strong and hopelessly devoted in every sense of their breaths.

“We made it, baby,” Harry mumbled, bringing their lips into a final kiss, sweet and soft and the color of pink. They already knew that, didn’t fight tooth and nail and argued through every petty year and bleed their hearts into the words they sang and on their skin for them to have not made it home.

They were home.

7) Pleasure Over Matter | Explicit | 15204 words

“I have an extra pair of trackies and a jumper back up where I work,” Louis offered pointing behind himself. “I can lend them to you for the night, if you’d like?” Harry considered. He was out here alone, and nearly stripped bare, he didn’t really have much of a choice if he planned on making it back to his place without a serious scandal. Aside from that fact, Louis seemed kind and genuine, and Harry found it easy to admit he wasn’t hard on the eyes and that he wouldn’t mind spending just a bit more with him.

8) Rivers 'Til I Reach You | Explicit | 29315 words

AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).

9) This Feeling | Explicit | 58875 words

"Gonna play it back for you now." Louis clicked play and the song flooded through Harry’s headphones.

The sound of each others voices united into one, and the rhythm of the music carried their voices effortlessly. Harry’s insides tingled and a wave of shivers rolled down his spine.

Before the clip cut off, Harry turned to raise an eyebrow at Louis, and failed miserably at disguising his smile. Louis stared back at him in shock.

10) Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) | Explicit | 73825 words

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day. 

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[c0ffinrehearsal]

okay okay I finished part 3 of diamonds hopefully I can edit/post tomorrow sometime and then allllll my focus can go to my transfest fic

[cannibalschism]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A lazy Sunday morning microfic.

[twentyonepilotsficlibrary]

I can't remember the name of the fic where Josh is genderfluid and uses different colored bandanas to physically represent how he feels so Tyler knows what pronouns to use and in the end Josh accidentally outs himself to his parents because someone read his text messages. I know Jordan uses they while referring to Josh at the end at a basketball (I think) game. I checked the tag and it's not on there, please help I need to read it again!

here u go - ana

Colors of the Wind by DunWithAllTheseHoes (3/3 | 24972 | Mature)

A coming out story where Josh is him, and her, and sometimes them.

[toast-ranger-to-a-stranger]

7 and 8 for fem!Harringrove please? 😳

7 - Face-Sitting

8 - Giggly

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Stevie’s high.  She’s high as shit.  She keeps giggling, under her breath, at nothing. 

Billy adores her.  The way her face is soft in ridiculous, nonsensical glee.  

There’s music playing, some poppy bullshit, but Billy doesn’t mind because Stevie’s swaying around her room in nothing but panties and Billy’s kind of in love with her.  

“Baby,” Billy says, resting a cheek on her palm, spread on on Stevie’s bed as she watches Stevie clumsily apply Billy’s red lipstick to her mouth in a mirror.  “What are you doing?” 

“I’m being you,” she says, cheeky, and then plucks up Billy’s jacket. 

“Hey--” she starts to sit up, to stop Stevie from pulling it on because that thing is sentimental, but then Stevie’s got it over her shoulders and she’s popping the collar in the mirror.  

And-- And jesus, she’s beautiful.  Pale skin dotted here and there with moles, dark hair in soft waves around her face and shoulders, her cute little ass peeking out from under the hem of the jacket with just a hint of pink lace.  Her pert, soft breasts just barely hidden under denim.  Her face flush.  Her smile wide. 

“Well?” she asks and gives a little twirl.

Billy swallows.  “Get over here,” she says. 

Steve does.  She watches as Billy pulls herself up on her bed a bit.  Worries her lower lip between her teeth.  Billy wants to kiss her stupid. 

“Take off your panties,” Billy says, breathless.  “You’re gonna sit on my face and I’m gonna make you sing, princess.” 

Stevie blinks at her.  Then, she shoves her panties down and steps out of them.  She goes to shrug out of Billy’s jacket, and Billy’s quick to stop her. 

“No, Stevie,” she says, crooking a finger.  “Just like that.” 

Stevie’s cheeks are pink, but then she’s crawling up onto the bed in nothing but Billy’s jacket.  Crawling up over her, settling as Billy positions her over her chest, and shivering as Billy pets up her thighs.  

She’s already wet when Billy gets her tongue up inside her.  She gasps, so lovely, and steadies herself with her hands on the headboard.  Billy moans, licking into her heat, tasting her cunt and then diving deep.  

She makes the best noises.  Keens and whines as Billy fucks her with her tongue, as she licks at her clit and sucks.  Rocks and rides her face, panting, pussy flooding with slick.  Billy loves it. 

By the time Stevie’s voice has pitched higher, sweeter, Billy’s jaw starts to ache. She knows Stevie’s close, though, the jacket off one shoulder as she ruts and tosses her head back.  As she arches and moans, tightening up.  

Billy gets a thumb petting at her clit as she fucks her deep and perfect, tongue curling, and groans as Stevie’s thighs pull taut-- as she cries out a sharp Billy-- as she comes with a gush and a shudder.  

Billy eases off, just a bit, and works her through it.  Eases her back down from the high.  Guides her back and over, until she’s on the bed and still twitching. 

“You’re so fucking hot, princess.” Billy tells her, pushing her hair back from her face, wiping off her chin with the back of her hand.  “Could eat you out for hours.” 

Stevie smiles, dopey and sweet, and giggles.  “You’d kill me.” 

“Yeah,” Billy smiles.  “But it’d be pretty good, right?” 

Stevie beams and scoots in, catching Billy’s mouth, smearing it with red.  “Yeah.  It’d be pretty good.”