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Brown Butter Banana Bread with Streusel Topping
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Brown Butter Banana Bread with Streusel Topping
top!nick p links ⋆𝜗𝜚˚⋆
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warnings: mdni! must be logged onto twitter (x) for these links to work. this is quite literally porn. male reader obviously! 🏳️🌈
✧ nick couldn’t help himself any longer
✧ holding you down by your neck
✧ sideways
✧ taking care of his morning wood
✧ making you do all the work
✧ in the windowsill
✧ recording you in the mirror
✧ he loves your mouth on his balls
✧ camping in the snow
✧ bending you over his lap and using a toy
✧ nick is a munch
✧ cumming all over you ass
✧ he loves making you moan
✧ he’s been horny all week
✧ making a boxers gag because his brothers are home
dividers by @cursed-carmine ❤️
a/n: please ignore any weird/creepy captions on these videos :) also sorry for the LONG break.
taglist: @heartz4lily @slutformatt17 @courta13 @trustinsturniolos @matts1989 @emely9274 @dearxcherry @buttercupmatt @billiesbabyy444
If I gave you some fries with a choice of 2 condiments, which would you rather use? (and no, you can't use both!)
Barbecue Sauce
Mayo
I'd eat the fries plain
I don't like fries
BUSINESS (NSFW): Vox x Reader Oneshot
You get a booty call from Vox disguised as a business meeting.
Content Labels: Smut, Reader Tops, Bottom Vox, Romance
CW NSFW - S*X
"See me in my office." Was all he said. Vox sounded rushed, stressed. Suffice to say despite his tone, you were intrigued. What could possibly be so important involving you? You wracked your brain trying to think of reasons as to why you'd be a vital asset. There was no emergency paperwork at the office, bank statements had gone smoothly. Val and Vel were tending to their own respective business and as far as you knew they were fine. The elevator doors closed as you pressed the button for Vox's personal level - the one just above Voxtek business and merchandising.
A chime rang out as you reached your destination, doors opening mere moments after their closure. You stepped out, immediately b-lining down the hall towards the tall office doors. Security nodded their assent as you gently opened the door and closed it behind you quickly.
The breath you didn't know you'd been holding in anticipation made its way out.
Vox's suitjacket was draped over his office chair, his hat resting on his desk. Your eyes scanned the room, spotting him at the side cabinet fiddling with something. His tie was strewn to his right.
"What's going on?" You asked cooly as you approached him slowly from behind.
"Business," Vox replied playfully, beckoning you with his left hand. Curious and a little annoyed, you moved up to his left-hand side. It was then you noticed the open record player in front of him. What he had been fiddling with in his hands was a record, which Vox now placed gently in, his fingertips graceful on the outer edge of the disc.
He snapped a finger and turned to face you as a jazzy tune began to play.
"Business my ass," you teased. What a fucking dork, hopelessly romantic all under the guise of an emergency business meeting.
"Yeah," He dismissed, gently pulling you in by the waist as you rolled your eyes and took his hand. "Dance with me, won't you?"
He guided you slowly, knowing the dance he led was far outdated. You smiled as he gazed at you softly, his lanky but toned shoulders illuminated by the glow of the nearby shark tank. The music dulled your thoughts about work, hell, and money. You knew it was the music, gazing into the red of his eyes and seeing no sign of that glow. The only trick he'd pulled was his lure to get you here.
"You gorgeous thing," He murmured, twirling you and dipping you.
Your body feeling lighter in his grip, you pulled him by his collar into a hungry kiss. The music pulled you both deeper, your hands trailing to his waist as he lifted you onto his desk. His hands crawled up your back, your lips still intertwining as you clutched his hips. You both took a moment to breathe shakily, your forehead pressed against his screen as you heard him try and fail to steady his breathing. You smiled wryly.
"I think we have some more work to do elsewhere," you breathed, watching with satisfaction as he flushed a bright blue, smile widening.
"Oh, we do." He grabbed you and kissed you again, and when you opened your eyes the two of you were on his bed.
You leaned up and began unbuttoning your shirt. He took off his sweater vest and you quickly pulled your bottoms off to unbutton his pants before he could get to it. You pressed a kiss to his bare chest, feeling him up as his breathing quickened. He grunted as you kissed his neck, and knowing he was trying his hardest not to whimper made you insatiably excited.
"C'mon, babe," you purred. "Make those noises for me."
You sucked hard on his neck, feeling his grip tighten and his erection brush against you. Needing his submission, you sunk in your teeth and heard a satisfying gasp of pure ecstacy escape Vox. You let go, humming with pleasure as you met his eyes again.
"Someone's excited," he tried to recover, but there was a clear wobble in his voice. Beads of sweat had formed on his heaving chest.
You trailed your hands down to his inner thighs. "I think someone else is too," You murmured, feeling him shift with enjoyment at your touch. You looked with pride at the welt on his neck before going in again, licking the sweat off his collarbone. For extra effect, you squeezed his thighs, the combined sensations eliciting a barely stifled moan. You felt his breath down your neck as you pinned him down, knowing he'd fight you to be on top.
You knew you'd win.
"Shhhh," you soothed, gently grinding against him and holding him down by the waist. "This one's on me."
He tried to protest but his screen fizzled with pleasure as he lay back against the pillows.
"Let me fuck you good," you growled into his neck as you began to pick up the pace.
The sounds you'd been waiting for started as you tightened your grip, his nails digging into your back as he whimpered. You kissed him, his lips weakly pressing against yours. His face was wet and you weren't sure if it was sweat or tears. He tried to turn you, hands reaching for your sides, but you were relentless.
He moaned loud as you pounded into him harder. You kissed his cheek and whispered, "Good job, baby. Let it out."
"Fuck," he gasped as he reached his arms up around your neck. You kissed him hard as you moved into him again, knowing he was close.
His arms hung limp around you, just the way you liked it. He whimpered with every movement you made now, screen fuzzy with pleasure and eyes closed.
You felt the rush as he came, moaning weakly, his arms tightening against you. He let out a shuddery sigh as he went limp, and your movements slowly ceased to a halt. He smiled as you laid on top of him, resting your head on your arms. You felt him rest his screen on your hand as you held it.
"Well done," You soothed quietly. He kept his eyes closed, sleepily humming his reply.
You rested into the rise and fall of his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow.
"You gorgeous thing," you repeated his words from earlier back at him. He flushed a brighter blue than he already was, letting out a tired giggle.
Fwd: el pantaloncini
Regarding your recent reblog - how can you top without a cock? That question has been bothering me for a while now! I presume the op meant sex toys or something, but I can't afford them. I'd love to do what I want forever, but I can't really think of how.
Well, this depends on what type of topping you're talking about!
In certain circles, topping vs bottoming is just about who penetrates who. But that idea has been expanded a lot upon to mean more about who is currently doing something to someone vs who is receiving something from someone.
For example, someone giving oral sex could be topping! Or someone fucking someone's face could be topping! Someone fingering someone could be topping! Someone fucking someone's hand could be topping!
Someone stimulating someone's perineum could be topping, someone muffing someone could be topping, someone eating ass could be topping, someone grinding against someone could be topping, someone instructing someone how to fuck them could be topping-It really depends on how you view topping and what type of sex you're having.
I'm not sure exactly what type of sex you're thinking of, if I'm being honest, but I'd suggest looking into different types of topping! Specifically from a trans perspective-I don't know if you're trans or not but let's just say we get hella creative and fun with it, so I'd recommend looking into it.