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virgin loser
he misses you
pegging him
horny boy
mommy's property
bouncing on you
need your fingers
while he games
overstimulated
dry humping
pony boy
while you're at work
bouncing on you pt.2
taking your strap
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i was thinking of sub and dom headcanons for the triplets and honestly i think sub!nick would kinda be a little bitch 💀 it'd be a "fuck around and find out" situation like he'd talk SUCH a big game, argue with you, give you attitude, daring you to do something about it but then start frantically backpedaling when you actually DO start to do something about it...
And he would look so precious kneeling in his collar next to the bed where a leather flogger, paddle, and whatnot are laid out.
Oh yes he does.
He loves it too, especially since you're letting him choose what to be punished with. The items you set on the bed neatly before his kneeling frame sent tingles through his body. The sleek leather flogger, the simple black paddle with holes, and the leather bound riding crop; He was familiar with them all. But he definitely had a favorite.
Could you maybe write a fluffy sub!nick fic when you get a chance? I love your writings so much btw ❤️
+ hi, hi (: could I request “you always do that. you always warm me up.” with nearlycanon!nick, please? thank you!
this has been sitting in my inbox for forever--that you for being patient! I had it written mentally for awhile now, but it was tough to find the energy to write long fills.
“A yellow raincoat!” you shouted at the television. The contestant spun the wheel again and you sighed. This was your favorite way to unwind after work and you winced as the wheel landed on bankruptcy. “Should have just solved,” you mumbled to yourself.
The next contestant solved and you nodded victoriously as they went to commercial. Should you try to get on the show? It would be an interesting way to make money, that was for sure. Maybe you should start brushing up on your crossroad puzzles. You reached out to grab your phone to set a reminder to pick some up on your way home tomorrow.
As you tossed your phone back to the side and looked up you caught Nick padding into the living room out of the corner of your eye. That, in and of itself, was not cause for a double take, but the pink hoodie he was wearing was. He met your eye for a moment before crossing in front of you and then dropping fluidly to his knees on the floor to the right of where you were sitting on the couch. A contestant guessed the next puzzle incorrectly, but you paid it no mind, focusing your attention instead on the top of Nick’s head. You dropped a hand to his hair gently and scratched lightly.
“You okay?” You kept your tone light, not exactly sure what was going on in his head.
“Long day. Ma’am.” He added the third word after a pause, not like an afterthought, but almost cautious.
You scratched the hair at the base of his scalp and hummed. The television droned on and you let your eyes flit back to it momentarily. It was something you couldn’t figure out. Like Nick, but also not. You knew how to take care of him when he was like this. Quiet and subdued and obedient.
“This okay?” you asked after a few more minutes of brushing your hands through his hair.
Nick nodded. “Perfect, ma’am.” The words slid smoothly off his tongue.
“If you need anything, you know you just have to ask me.” No matter how many times you did this, it always bore repeating. There was no such thing as too much reassurance when you were in a vulnerable position.
“I know, ma’am.” His shoulders relaxed incrementally and you smiled to yourself. “Is it okay if I just sit here for awhile?”
“Just a little while. Don’t want you getting stiff.” He nodded again and you watched as his eyes fluttered shut. “Can you take some deep breaths for me?”
In answer he took a slow, deep lungful of air in, held it for a few seconds and then exhaled with the same measured speed.
“Good boy,” you praised. He shuddered slightly, but kept breathing and you let your hand drop lower to begin sweeping across his shoulders. “Perfect.”
That’s how the two of you sat as you finished watching and then the next game show came on. Every so often you guessed answers, Nick even guessed one, but mostly he kept quiet and you felt him begin to relax one muscle at a time as you kept a comforting hand on him.
“You always do that,” Nick said once the room was plunged into darkness. He reached out for you under the sheets and swept his hand along your side. His tone was warm, not accusatory, so you gave him a soft inquisitive hum and remained lax in the bed. “You always warm me up.”
“Babe, we can adjust the air conditioning,” you offered in a tone that was as light as clouds. “You’re the one who insists on it being frigid in here during the summer.”
Nick chuckled and his fingers dug into your side momentarily. You squirmed and breathed out laughter and he stopped and resumed his absent sweep, slipping his hands under the silky tank top you were sleeping in.
“You know that’s not what I mean.” He was amused and it made you happy that although he had felt heavy earlier, his spirits were considerably lifted.
You did know what he meant, but for some reason his vulnerability made you squirm. It was a privilege and you often didn’t feel worthy of his trust. You were thankful for the darkness, but you still ducked your head to lean against his shoulder.
“I know.” The words were muffled against his skin. “Thank you for trusting me.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder as your eyelids got heavier. “Never take that for granted.”
“Really thankful I got to play knight in shining armor that one day at the bar,” he murmured in a hushed voice. His fingertips grazed your skin in loose circle and you adjusted the pillow under you as you felt yourself begin to drift. “Luckiest day of my life.”
“Should’ve played the lottery,” you breathed, already half way to sleep.
“Nah. Would be greedy to try to win twice.”
You felt a kiss on your temple before you slipped completely into slumber.
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golden shower
he pretends the fleshlight is you
holding hands and a blow job
whiny boy
jerking off through his panties
dry humpinnnnn
stretching himself out
finally getting your pussy
taking care of him
fucking him just how he likes it
distracting you
both at the same time
ruining his orgasm
eating you blind
an: another one of these cuz it's been highly requested! working on more rn... i have tagged everyone on my taglist, but please do let me know if you do not want to be tagged in p!links 🤍
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