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[carmyboobear]

ANON (COVERS MY FACE) this embarrassed me but also SO inspired me. You’re a genius. Please take this

Tags: MDNI🔞, dom carmy, fingering,  dirty talk!!!, spitting

So I’ve been thinking about Carm propping you up on a table a lot recently, spreading your legs and exposing you to him. In this scenario I think the two of you were watching a movie, but you were more focused on him—cuddling up close to him, touching him, kissing him…And I think he had enough. 

“Why’re you so wet, hm?” Carmy’s dragged you to the edge of the table. He’s sitting at one of the chairs, pulled up close. One of his hands is rubbing up and down one of your bare legs. The other is at your pussy, parting your folds delicately with his fingers. 

“‘Cause of you, Carm,” you admit, because you know it’s what he wants to hear. It works like a charm. 

“‘Cause of me?” The broad surface of his thumb dips against your entrance, coating itself in the wetness that collected there. “That’s what’s got you leaking, baby?” You nod quickly, and he hums in approval. “That’s my girl…”

He brings his hand to his mouth, sucks your fluid off his thumb. When he brings it back down, coated in spit, it’s slick against slick. His long fingers just keep stroking at your pussy, smearing your wetness everywhere, teasing and rubbing your folds until they’re hot and puffy.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmurs. His other hand’s left your thigh to tug up at the hood of your clit, jutting it out for him to touch. He brings his wet thumb to stroke slippery circles over your hard nub, and you keen, hips jutting forward. “This pretty pink pussy…you’re so soft, baby.”

“D-Don’t say that—” His words broil in your gut and make your clit throb against his circling thumb. “Fuck—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he says darkly, his index and thumb suddenly pinching and rolling at your clit, and you gasp, throwing your head back as your body tightens. “This pussy belongs to me, and that’s exactly how you like it, don’t you?”

“C-Carm—” His pinching fingers are massaging your clit harder. You can barely speak. 

“You’re mine, and I’ll say whatever I like about what belongs to me.” You try to respond, but only weak moans come out. “Tell me who you belong to, and I’ll make you come.”

“Please,” you beg, but it’s not enough. 

“Tell me who this perfect pussy belongs to,” he says again. His blue eyes are dark. “I won’t say it again.”

“I-It—it belongs to you, Carmy,” you whimper, but his expression remains unfazed, dissatisfied. “My pussy—my pretty pussy,” you amend, cheeks burning, and that’s what finally satiates him. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, “good fucking girl.” 

He sinks two thick, long fingers into you, and it feels like a release. You moan as you squeeze down on them, trying to suck them back in every time they drag back. His other hands uses two fingers to part your folds around your clit. You feel it throb in the open air. 

When he leans forward, you think he’s going to suck on it, but then you feel hot spit hitting your clit. 

“All mine,” he murmurs, almost to himself. His fingers return, flicking your clit brutally from side to side, and alongside the fingers deep in your pussy, you’re wound up so tight you swear you’re gonna snap. 

“Carmy,” you moan, sweet and desperate. Your legs are trembling. “I’m gonna come,” you sob.

“I know, baby. Be good and come all over my fingers for me, yeah?” His quick fingers smack against your pussy with every thrust, the sounds wet and clear. “God, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous down here…and it’s all mine, isn’t it, pretty girl?”

“All yours, Carm,” you gasp, and you’re gushing all over his fingers. Your orgasm is a tidal wave bottled up in the container of your body, thrashing on your insides. His nimble fingers keep rubbing and thrusting in you as you come, relentless as you tighten and throb against him. 

“Perfect,” he hums, and he keeps his fingers moving. You have a feeling he’s not gonna let you go until your wetness is dripping onto the floor.

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[jamminvroomvroom]

here me out, friends and bennies with oscar, but you guys both secretly have feelings for each other, then a fight breaks out cause he gets jealous at a club or something, then an angsty fight breaks but it ends with smut or something 🤭

messy

OP81 x reader

ty for the request! big in my oscar feels atm <3 i don’t loveeee how this turned out but i think i wanna expand this trope with oscar at some point

warnings: minors dni! 18+! language, creepy man in the club, implied smut, alcohol, sl*t is used in a not sexy way, implied physical fight, minor angst, some fluff

you liked to pretend there was nothing going on, that the way he looked at you didn’t affect you and that you hadn’t gotten all dressed up for him.

your relationship with oscar was complicated, friends with a bit on the side when the stress of his job and life got a bit too much and you each needed the extra comfort.

oscar didn’t seem like the type to engage in this kind of thing, in fact you’d never even looked at him that way before, until the night he won the f2 championship and you’d taken a heated tumble into his bed. it didn’t happen again for a while, you’d both managed to keep the urge at bay, but when he woke up in the middle of the night to the alpine fiasco, you were the one he called. you were the one he flew out to bahrain at the beginning of the f1 season, and you were the one that occupied his bed on most race weekends.

it wasn’t a thing, or, to put it more accurately, you both pretended it wasn’t a thing. you viewed yourself as emotional support, stress relief, a very close friend. you viewed him as a person that you could easily fall in love with, but you couldn’t get into the habit of thinking like that.

nonetheless, there you were in a club somewhere in japan, looking far too good to act like you didn’t have a motive. lando had dragged you and some others out, a double podium in suzuka the perfect excuse for a messy night in a foreign city.

oscar may have been good at hiding just how elated he was, but you knew him better than the media did, and you knew exactly how ready he was to celebrate.

in the spirit of having a good time, you’d disappeared over to the bar, fully intending on starting the night off on a high. you were ordering a round of shots when it got messy. it just wasn’t the kind of messy you’d anticipated.

a hand on your waist lured you in, assuming it was oscar, considering how confident the touch was. you leaned into it, but the hand felt wrong, the mould of it against the curve of you waist was wrong.

“what’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” the mystery man slurred into your ear, making you shiver in all the wrong ways. the line was icky and the way you felt his breath hit the curve of your ear was just plain disgusting. he wasn’t oscar.

“not you, that’s for sure.” you mumbled, pulling away. the hand on the waist tightened and you panicked.

the next few seconds were a blur, a flash of indistinguishable words coming from the creep, oscar’s body between you and the man, lando stood assertively behind him. you couldn’t tell what was being said, the music too loud and the sick twist in your stomach too prominent to focus. all you caught was the delightful asshole calling you an “f1 groupie slut”, and that’s when everything slowed down.

oscar knocked him on his sorry arse, while lando tried to move you out of harms way. your best friend, who would never hurt a fly, as harmless as a person could be was furious, and you couldn’t keep up with his movements as he handled the situation. you caught lando guiding the less than impressed bouncers to the pathetic mess on the floor, while oscar turned to you.

“are you okay? i’m so sorry, did he hurt you?” he cupped your face, shocking you. pda was not his thing. you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, finally at ease.

“just… take me back to the hotel.” you sighed. the privilege of being an f1 driver, you supposed, was the way all he had to do was nod at the bouncers and they let him leave.

it was all too much, the unwanted attention, a new side of the usually monotonous f1 driver, the confusion. oscar had defended you like his life depended on it, like you were his to defend. it topped protecting a friend, he had been blind with rage until the guy was indisposed. oscar didn’t just do things like that, that’s what had shocked you more than anything.

you were in a daze when the fresh air hit you, getting into the car that pulled up. the ride back to the hotel was dead silent, the city lights being both a perfect distraction and a banging headache in the making. you couldn’t stop yourself from looking out the window, though, because if you did, you’d have to look down at his hand intertwined with yours, and you didn’t think you could face that quite yet.

you didn’t get it. were you falling for him? of course you were. but he’d never given even a smidgen of indication that he felt the same way, and now what? he was scrapping in clubs with drunken idiots? over you? it made no sense, you didn’t know how to make it make sense.

the car slowed and your door was being opened for you. you stepped out, finding your feet as you walked on shaky legs into the foyer. oscar’s hand found the small of your back and despite better judgment, you fell into step beside him. he was so familiar, so comforting, you knew you were too far gone.

the way he looked at you in the elevator was dangerous, like he was staring into your bare soul, like he wanted to take you apart and put you back together.

he stepped towards you in the enclosed space. you reached out for him meeting halfway and then it was blissful. his lips slotted over yours, fireworks, hands on your body, frantic. yours were in his hair, threading through his curtains, a symptom of too much time on the road without a haircut. you liked this look though, he looked older, more undone. your back was against the cold wall and you moaned when his lips hit your neck, marking you up for the first time ever. was he making a statement?

“oscar-“ you started, ready to open a can of worms and questions, but you were interrupted by the ‘ding!’ of the elevator. it seemed to break the trance you were in and you both shuffled out of the lift.

“i think i should go back to my room.” you said quietly.

“oh.” was all oscar could muster, not trying to hide his disappointment one bit.

“i’m just… oscar, i’m confused.” you averted eye contact, looking longingly down the hallway towards your room.

“about what? about us?” he sounded defensive.

“is there an us? i don’t even know what this is anymore.” you sighed.

“‘is there an us?’ are you joking?” the defensiveness progressed into a state of pissed off, another rarity for him.

“i’ve never seen that side of you before, we’ve never been like this before.” you pointed between the pair of you, the weight of the space seeming to heavy to bare.

“i couldn’t just let that guy freak you out, it scared the shit out of me watching someone make you that uncomfortable. the idea of someone getting into your space, touching you…” he trailed off.

“why? why do you care so much? because we sleep together? because you didn’t like that it wasn’t you touching me?” the frustration got too much and the words you’d been threatening to say for months came spilling out.

“because you’re too important to me! because you mean more to me than i can even begin to understand.” a raised voice that you couldn’t recall hearing hit your ears and your heart sped up, ringing in your ears.

“oscar, i’m scared.”

“of me?”

“of losing you. what we have now, well, it is what it is. but you’re my best friend and the idea of anything changing, as much as i want it too-“

“do you want me? do you?” his eyebrows furrowed and his voice wavered in a way that made your stomach drop.

your eyes betrayed you immediately and he was kissing you again, softer this time, passionately. the hotel corridor felt too exposed for such intimacy and he was leading you back to his room. the door shut and your clothes were gone, a trail of them formed from the entrance to the foot of his king sized bed.

everything about that night still lingered on your skin. his butter melting kisses, finger prints on your hips, the drag of his grown out hair tickling the delicate skin of your inner thighs. you’d made sure to leave your mark too, his thick neck bruised purple, the trace of your fingerprints right over his heart.

it was all permanent now, every kiss, touch, whisper of affection, and when you fell into bed with him, weekend after weekend, it was the bed that you shared. he was all yours and you were more than happy to let yourself fall in love.

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[thefreakandthehair]

a collapsing star with tunnel vision.

@steddielovemonth prompt, day one: love is stealing an RV together (@shares-a-vest)

rating: t | wc: 650 | cw: smoking weed | tags: getting together, love confessions, idiots in love, come hell or high water I will make them stargaze, title from a fob song

Smoke curls out of the joint they share as Steve and Eddie lay in the grass just beyond Steve's pool. It's chilly, the cool breeze that takes the smoke into its wispy fingers and pulls it up towards the sky a harbinger of pending autumn. Summer has been fun, but Steve's grateful for the change of seasons.

A new season means more time between them and Vecna, between them and angry mobs, and hospital visits, and physical therapy.

Just a few months ago, he'd thought that his time was up so while summer used to be Steve's favorite season, he's thankful now to watch time pass. Especially when it crawls like this, slow and syrupy as the night blankets he and Eddie.

His friendship with Eddie had been a surprise, but all the more surprising is how it's easily its evolved from friendship to something more. Or, it has at least on Steve's end. Eddie is naturally touchy, always bouncing into Steve's personal space, poking him, calling him things like big boy or sweetheart. It's hard to tell with him if it's just how Eddie is, or if it means something.

Steve wants it to mean something. Probably has since the first time Eddie leaned in, close enough for Steve to feel his breath against his skin, and called him big boy back in the RV.

The RV that they stole. That Steve watched as Eddie deftly hot-wired, berating himself for knowing how to all the while. But for Steve, stealing that RV together told him a lot about Eddie, things that he still hasn't forgotten. Like how Eddie has hopes of being something more, how Eddie's known how to steal cars for years and only pulled it out of his arsenal when it was for good, how Eddie could've been picking locks and torturing those who've tortured him but he decides not to. Well before actual evil, Eddie had looked some of the worst the world has to offer directly in the eyes and didn't let it make a monster of him.

Stealing the RV together, oddly enough, lands Steve knee-deep in love with the man laying beside him, one hand on his stomach and the other point towards the sky, tracing imaginary constellations.

"... kinda like an evil mouse, right? You see that?"

Steve grins and stubs out the joint, saving the rest for later as he turns slightly to gaze at Eddie, not whatever weird evil mouse he thinks he sees among the stars.

"Yeah, definitely. Totally an evil mouse."

Eddie's head rolls to the side, cheek pressed against the grass, and furrows his brows. "You're not even looking."

"Eh, there's more important stuff to look at down here."

"Shut up." He watches as a pink hue colors Eddie's neck and cheeks, a blush creeping up from his collarbones. It's rare that Steve stuns Eddie these days, but when he does, it's his favorite thing in the whole world.

Maybe it's the joint, maybe it's the promise of a new season, or maybe it's just the safety he feels under the cover of night, but Steve scoots closer.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Steve asks, voice barely above a whisper. It doesn't need to be any louder, not with his mouth now so close to Eddie's.

Eddie nods, rolling over to his side to quick to be smooth.

Bravery is a term used loosely these days, but Steve feels brave in this moment. Feels untouchable.

"I think I kinda love you."

Silence rests loudly on the grass between them for one, two, three seconds before Eddie closes the distance, responding without words. Every nerve ending in Steve's broken but healing body lights up, electrical as the concept of new beginnings shivers down his spine.

The wind blows again as they kiss, reminding Steve of the seasons changing in his life, this time, in more ways than one.

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[sunshinesteviee]

Hiii can i please request a little blurb of our stevie boy calling you just bc he missed you and he wanted to hear your voice<3

hehehe here u go!! gn!reader; wc: 500ish

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It’s just after noon when the phone rings. You have the day off, and Steve’s at work —having left before you’d even woken up — so you’re home alone and in the middle of making your lunch when the noise startles you. But the phone rarely rings, so you go to answer it anyway, figuring it’s one of your friends, or maybe one of the kids asking for a ride somewhere. 

Pressing the phone between your ear and your shoulder, you walk back towards the sandwich you were making, stretching the cord of the phone just about as far as it will go, “Hello?” 

“Hey, honey.” 

“Steve?” you ask in surprise, even though you’d recognize his voice anywhere and know that it’s him. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s me. I can’t just call you to say hi?” he grumbles playfully, no real malice in his voice. 

You let out a laugh that sounds more like a snort and shake your head even though he can’t see it, “You can call me whenever you want, baby. Just figured you’d be busy, that’s all.”

Steve scoffs, and you can picture him leaning against the counter, rolling his eyes, “Never too busy for my baby. Don’t be silly.” There’s a pause and then he adds, “Just missed you, is all. Wanted to hear your voice. I hate that I had to leave this morning without saying goodbye.”

Your heart flutters and you laugh again, completely enamored with your dorky boyfriend. The fact that he can’t ever get enough of you, even after all the time you’ve been together, has you wondering what you did to deserve someone like Steve. You’ve completely forgotten your lunch by now, fingers wrapped in the phone cord as you lean against the counter, “It’s okay, baby. I miss you, too, by the way. Even though we were together all day yesterday.” 

“Listen,” he huffs, “I’m never calling you during the day again if this is how I’m gonna be treated.”

He’s kidding and you know it, but you still rush to assure him, “Stevie, I’m joking! I always wanna talk to you. When’s your shift done?”

“5:30. Want me to pick something up for dinner on my way home?”

“Ooh, I’ve been craving a burger from Benny’s.”

“Benny‘s it is,” Steve agrees easily before quickly adding in a quieter voice, “Hey, I gotta go, baby. Robin is glaring at me, and if Keith sees me on the phone again, he’ll kill me.”

With how much Steve complains that Keith is on his ass, you’re surprised that he’s chancing this call at all. You make a noise of surprise, slightly incredulous, “You’re not on break?”

“Nah, couldn’t wait for my break. Missed you too much,” he replies, and you can just picture the stupid, cheesy grin he’s got on his face. 

“You’re such a dork, and I’m totally in love with you.” 

“Yeah, yeah. I love you, too. See you at dinner, honey.” 

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[underoospeterparker]

synopsis: you get a grade back on your report

pairing: peter parker x gn!reader

some of the prompts mentioned in this blurb are from @novelbear

You're currently sitting on Peter's lap. Even though there is tons of room on the sofa for you to sit, he'd pulled you down, patting his thigh as an implication for you to sit there. You had gladly taken his offer, grabbing your laptop from the coffee table and settling yourself on top of him.

As you typed in your password, his arms curled around your stomach, hands drifting under your shirt to settle on top of your belly button. You sighed as his warmth seeped into your body, a soft smile on your face.

"What're you doing, honey?" he murmured softly, chin propped on your shoulder to view your screen from behind you.

You turned around slightly to give him a peck on the cheek before returning to your laptop. "Just wanted to see if my professor graded my work yet," you responded.

"The report you were working on last week?" Peter clarified, his hands gently running up and down your sides. He felt you nod and heard a few clicking noises before you gasped in surprise and nearly dropped your laptop. "What is it?" he asked worriedly.

"I got an A," you exclaimed, your voice filled with joy.

Peter grinned, jumping up from the sofa to pick you up in his arms. Your laughter was contagious, soft giggles escaping your mouth as he swung you around. "I'm so proud of you," he said, voice muffled against your temple. "You did so well, sweetheart. You deserve this."

You felt your eyes water, and you blinked away the happy tears. "Thank you," you murmured.

Peter cupped your face in his hands, then whispered, "you never fail to amaze me."

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[precious-little-scoundrel]

IM SORRY DID U SAY YOURE WORKING ON A FIC ABOUT “COP BIG DADDY ELVIS”?!?- please tell us more because this sounds like the greatest thing ever 😭

I did, Mon ami, I did indeed…welcome to the demented 2009, sweaty and non famous cop AU that @eliseinmemphis and myself cooked up in our feral yearnings one night.

Edit: it’s here

Allow me to lay a bit of the setting for us all, and maybe even throw in a few lines from the draft below.

Life is insular when you’ve been born and raised in a trailer park. A little El Paso suburb was never a thriving metropolis, what with its gas stations and dollar stores on the way to nothingness in the desert, but the recession didn’t help none. Your dreams of buying a car that might actually make it above 120 mph and not guzzle your wages in gas is a far off dream when you learn from officer Presley that your entrepreneuring father has been incarnated for racketeering across in Juarez. It’s a shame, a damn shame but it hardly throws a wrench in your life, you were already used to making it however you could. When workin’ at the trucker’s club turns into something a lil more illegal and Elvis has his morning waffle ruined by Joe Esposito yacking about the powers of your pink tongue…he feels a little responsible for leaving you without a father figure. He’s got top notch swamp coolers in his trailer, plenty of food and tiger figurines out front -and he’s got an interest in fast things, just like you.

You could do worse than shack up with such a fella; not that he’s offerin’ but you can tell by the flicker in his eye and the smirk of his lips that he’s as susceptible as the next guy watching you on the pole. Except this sweet, world weary cynic just might screw your gooey insides up worse than any threat or ogle from another man.

Snippet:

“Well, well officer Presley, finally got persnickety about laws, have ya?” you observed to yourself with a grin as you watched the handsome man swagger towards you along the white line in your side mirror, tugging at his pants as he neared, trying to shimmy the article of clothing a little higher but is impeded by his belt, stopped by his sizable belly, his holster and buckle sitting under the bulge of it.

Your mouth watered. It had been a year or two since you saw him last. He was always built, intimidating to all the stupid rascals he keeps in line along the border, but now he had become outright fat and his khaki shirt pulled apart between each button. Yet when he came up to your window, that little boy grin was still gracing one of the most exquisite faces known to man, and his voice was tender and playful when he greeted you, just as you once recalled. You could see his sweaty hair, matted on his chest and belly between the gaps, his underarms had massive pit stains, doubly apparent thanks to the light color of his police uniform.

Your smile had something of the she-wolf in it as you greeted him, sniffing the air in hopes of catching a whiff as he leaned on your window frame, nearly crowding you from outside. “Hey Miss Sweet Cheeks,” he greets, “you know why ya been pulled over?”

“Haven't got a clue, officer.” You stated the truth and enjoyed the way his title rolled off your tongue in a bantering way. It was easy.

Officer, officer. Somebody important and authoritative. No sir, yes sir, Officer.

His left eyebrow quirked and you wondered what he looked like at twenty five, how devastating that expression would have been before his wound and his meds and the water retention. Whatever power it may have once held, it holds nothing to this slightly bemused, slightly cynical world weariness that shows in his every expression now, that had a twitch of an eyebrow making you feel a fool. “You’re goin’ seventy in a forty five, Miss.” his tone was patient even as his face suggested he’d like to tan your hide for being so reckless. “Reckless endangerment of others, and yourself,” he quoted sternly, “it ain’t no small matter and I don’t countenance it on my highway.”

Gosh, you just loved it when he laid claim to government property like highways and interstates. It helped you smile meekly at him and nod.

“Sorry officer, I got lax.” You purred, batting your eyes and you could see the heavy flap of their coal coated weight in your periphery. “I’ve seen you lettin’ me flyby on the interstate. I guess I thought…”

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[jimmyssnuggs]

night in cuddling with john marino?

you’re laying on the couch when he comes through the door, smiling bright because the devils had won that night.

“didn’t know if you’d be home this early, i figured you would go out and celebrate your win.” you smile back at him, sitting up to create room for him to sit.

he goes down the hallway of your condo, appearing back not even two minutes later, now wearing comfy clothes.

“what are you watching?” he speaks as you curl into his side.

“the bachelor. he’s gonna give his two final doses, and that means whatever girl doesn’t get one out of the three is going home.” you ramble, looking excitedly at him.

“ooh! wait that sounds exciting!” his eyes snap to the tv as you begin to play with his curls.

he comments throughout the episode and you laugh, curling further into him through the night. you don’t know when, but eventually you both doze off, holding each other.

#john marino #my blurbs #john marino x reader

[illfoandillfie]

Late 80s Roger x Reader making love (a bit kinky if you want, anything really, just something sexy and cute) and having to keep it quiet bc of their kids.

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 7

Ahhh thanks anon this is a great prompt! Hope you like it for day 7 of the advent calendar!

Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), implied p in v sex, implied unprotected sex

Neither your or Roger had ever been anniversary people. You had friends who were. They made big deals celebrating it at expensive restaurants or big parties and got each other gifts corresponding to how many years they’d been together. But neither of you had ever been like that. It wasn’t that you didn’t care or didn’t want to acknowledge the date, you just didn’t need to make a fuss. You kept things low key. Half the time Roger was away on tour anyway so there was no point making a big deal of it. It’d just lead to both of you feeling bad you couldn’t celebrate it together. When he was in town you might have dinner out or buy a bottle of champagne to accompany whatever you ate at home. Or sometimes you just counted it as celebrated if you got to have sex. Especially since the kids had come along. You used to try to make the sex different to normal in some way – a position you’d read about and wanted to try, and act normally reserved for special occasions – but you hadn’t even bothered with that recently.  

Admittedly, it was easier to have some alone time now they were all a little older, but still, three kids under the age of seven did not an especially active sex life make. Mostly it happened very late at night, right before you went to sleep. You were almost counting the days until your youngest would be at pre-school so you could manage a day at home with Roger, even if you had to take sick leave to do it. The kids were all generally sleeping through the night, but you did still have to contend with them sometimes stumbling into your room after a bad dream or a wet bed. More than once they’d managed to interrupt you at inopportune moments. So, when you realised your anniversary was coming up, you decided your present to both Roger and yourself should be a decent shag. One where you could actually finish without stopping first. Where you wouldn’t have to throw a robe on and show your daughter there was no monster in her closet and then stay with her till she fell asleep while Roger’s hardon deflated back in your room. Of course, Roger was in very strong agreement when you mentioned your idea, and during the lead up made sure you knew how much he wanted it with little squeezes and comments that made you blush muttered quietly to you while the kids were distracted. Which just made you more determined to have a good night. You considered palming the kids off their grandparents for the night but your parents weren’t free and Roger’s lived just a little far away for it to be worth the trouble. But hiring a babysitter would mean also getting a hotel room and eventually you agreed to make it work at home, you’d just make sure not to get too loud.  

The key, Roger confidently assured you, was making sure all three kids were completely worn out before you tucked them in. Bad dreams were the biggest risk but there wasn’t a whole lot you could do to prevent that. You just made sure the night light in the girls’ room was working and hoped it would be enough. But Roger took charge of exhausting the three of them – instigating tickle wars, playing whatever silly games they came up with, and then, when he wanted to sit down, coming up with objects for them to search the house for like some sort of scavenger hunt. When they were all looking sleepy you herded them off to do their teeth and get them settled. Roger read to the younger two in their shared room while you got the eldest settled with a warm milk that sent him to sleep quick. You hurried back to your room and stripped down to your knickers to save some time, settling on the bed, impatiently waiting for Rog. Almost absentmindedly you began touching yourself through your panties, but you figured things would go a lot smoother if you were even just a little bit ready by the time Roger was finished with the girls.  

He entered about 10 minutes later, pulling his fly down as he walked, pausing only to drag a chair under the doorknob just in case. If one of the kids did try to come in you’d get up but you didn't have to worry about being barged in on.   “You ready?” he asked, throwing his shirt across the room, “Because this is it, this is our shot.”  You giggled, trying to stifle the sound with your hand, “shhh Rog, we have to be quiet. If we wake them we’re screwed in the not fun way.”  “Well the girls were practically snoring before I got through the third page of Clive Eats Alligators so I think we’re good but sure,” He held his finger to his lips, somehow making the action feel sarcastic.   “Oh shut up,” you laughed settling back against the pillows and opening your legs more.   Roger took one look at your parted thighs and hastily kicked off his underwear, crawling toward you on the mattress.   You giggled again as he hovered over you for a kiss but too soon he moved away again, settling himself between your legs.   “Oh, okay really?” you asked, surprised as he kissed the front of your knickers, “Thought we were just going straight for the main event. Been touching myself to get ready.”   “I could tell and the wet spot made me want to taste you. So just stay quiet and let me.”  You squeaked a little as he licked over the wet patch, earning a little nip on your thigh before he pulled your underwear off and pressed his lips to your cunt.  

It had been a little while since you’d last managed any sort of oral but the way Roger so enthusiastically went about it made it seem like he’d been denied your pussy for years. Which made it all the more difficult to keep your pleasure to yourself. Small moans and whines escaped your throat every so often and, despite how hard you tried to keep them quiet, Roger seemed to enjoy telling you off for the smallest whimper. He’d hum in warning which would inevitably make you more inclined to moan again. He’d catch even the softest sounds, giving you little bites as punishment. You tried to deter his teasing by smothering your whines with your arm, something that clearly amused Roger and only seemed to encourage him. His attention on your clit became even more focused, until he drew another string of sounds from you.   “Do I need to stop?” He asked playfully, though it was hard for you to recognise the joke when you were so worked up.   “Please don’t. So close,” you managed to get out as Roger returned his tongue to your slit.   “Good,” he said against you, “Want to get you off like this.”   He made it hard for you to keep quiet, all his focus on your cunt until you gasped, a hand tightening in his hair as you came. That’s when it was Roger’s turn to moan, though he muffled himself easier than you managed.  

The shifting of the bed brought you back to the moment. Before you knew it, Roger was easing himself into you, biting his own lip at the feeling. After a few inches, he distracted himself by leaning forward and kissing you, stealing what little breath you had, groaning against your lips as you tightened around him at the slight change of angle. Slowly he sank deeper, filling you inch by inch. You grabbed his arse, encouraging him to go faster, and he grunted into your neck at your eagerness.   “I’m trying to be gentle, love.”  “Just fuck me, Rog.”  He chuckled at that and kissed you again and he let the last few inches of his shaft be swallowed by your cunt.   “Better,” you moaned.   “Alright, gonna start moving,” he grunted in warning.  The bed creaked as Roger moved but he didn’t find it as funny when you told him to keep it down.   “Do you want to be fucked or not?” he grumbled, giving another tentative thrust, making the bed creak again. Your laugh was cut short by a gasp at the way it felt as he moved within you. 

For a little while you both lost yourself in the sensations, ignoring the creaking as you chased your highs. And then you heard a cough from somewhere down the hallway.   Roger stilled instantly, and you bit back a whine at the abrupt end to the stimulation.   You both listened for more noise – small footsteps, a cry for one of you, the jiggling of your doorknob. There was a squeak from a different bed and you willed it to be nothing more than it’s tiny occupant rolling over.  “Swear they have some sort of sixth sense for when we’re trying to fuck,” Roger breathed out, “You think that’s it?”  You shushed him and strained to hear more but everything was quiet again, “Yeah, false alarm.”  Roger sighed against your throat, “If I didn’t love your pussy so much I’d regret spending so long going down on you.”  You batted his shoulder, “Just hurry up before one of them wakes for real. Want to feel you cum in me.”  Roger was laughing softly as he kissed you, only to eager to do as you asked.

#my writing #my blurbs #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #blurb advent 2023

[dungeonsanddragonsandmunson]

the first time you kiss eddie it’s after corroded coffin plays at the hideout, you’d had a crush on their lead since you moved to Hawkins and seen him around school and went to their last show and heard he was selling. after the gig you shyly approach him, thirty five dollars and your phone number getting clammy from the sweat of your hands, the liquid courage making your head swim when eddie grins at the compliment you pay him, noticing the way he looks you up and down. he leads you back to his van to make the exchange, and he glances at the money before shaking his head, “ah sweetheart, looks like you’re a little short.” you blurt out “I can make it up to you tonight” at the same time he says “buttt I’m willing to cut a deal for a fan”. His eyebrows go up in a quiet “are you sure?”. but you give him a quick kiss and then you realize how stupid you’re being and apologize and turn to go, he grabs your wrist and says “fuck it” and kisses you back

#eddie x you #eddie munson x reader #my blurbs #this was a dream I had

[staticl0ve]

Connor x Fem!Reader, (18+), 2k words

Newbies to sex, soft!Connor, friends to lovers, humanAU Warnings: oral sex (m!receiving)

A little something to tide my brain over while I write angst.

(18+)

Sex and Lemonade

Sheer curtains billow around an open window and a fan in the corner is working overtime to make up for the lack of AC in the Anderson home. Hank’s gone on vacation and Connor, ever so dutiful, volunteered to house sit. He invited you over to keep him company in the big, empty house which he thought would be a sort of cute, friends sleepover deal. The problem was, he was thinking with best friend goggles on and had not realized how horribly distracting it would be to have you splayed on his bed with your pretty legs peeking out of a short, flowery dress.

You’re drumming your fingers against a thigh that’s not yours, eyes wide in disbelief. Blue denim runs up Connor’s leg and he’s nose deep in a book that you’ve seen him carrying around all week. A glass of strawberry lemonade rests in your hands. Ice swirls and clacks as you stir the drink with a straw. Water beads down the side of it, dripping down onto your thighs. You’re eyeing him curiously. Connor knows he’s in trouble because his cheeks feel like they’re on fire. 

“That can’t be true,” you insist.

He’s watching you, mortified as your lips wrap around a straw and he finds himself gulping when you hollow your cheeks and suck. His hand automatically finds the back of his head and he’s fumbling with his hair.

His voice is so quiet, the fan nearly drowns it out. “It is.”

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a blowjob?”

The book he’s holding instantly rises to block his blushing face. His nose bumps into its pages and you’re giggling and all he sees are your fingers pushing it lower.

“Wait, but how?” you press. The bed shifts and you move to rest on your elbows and place your face on his lap. His book gets forgotten, snaps shut and slides off the edge of the bed. He fights to contain the twitch of his cock, brown eyes widening at your placement. You’re oblivious to his struggle, gazing up at him through your lashes with an understanding smile. “In all our years at uni, it’s never happened?”

He’s biting his lip down as he memorizes the color of your lips and the way it glistens in the light. Sweat beads from your neck and down the line between your breasts. And god, it’s suddenly, brutally hot and the fan’s doing nothing to cool him off. Abruptly, Connor lurches forward to reach for his glass of lemonade before he loses his mind. It’s with a shaky hand that he manages to take a swig and place it back on a nightstand.

“I… it’s… n-never come up,” he stammers out. “Either the moment wasn’t right, or my partner wasn’t interested.”

As you let his words sink in, you push your tongue against your cheek and hum.

“I haven’t given one before. So, I guess that makes us an inexperienced pair,” you admit and take another sip of your drink. Your lips part, pink tongue searching for a straw and when you do find it, your eyes close as you let it slip into your mouth.

Connor’s fighting to keep his body in check but he can’t still the blood flooding to his hips. He lets out a small noise but covers it up with a cough. It makes your eyes snap back up at him.

“You okay?” you ask.

“Yes. I-I’m fine.”

“Did you want to try it?”

He thinks he’s hearing things. You guys are childhood friends, he’s been there when you scraped a knee, screamed at ghost stories and have chased each other from sunrise to sunset. The thoughts flooding his mind aren’t ones he should be having about a best friend. Plus, your tone is teasing, like you’re just pulling his leg and want to rile him up. He feels you shift on his lap, cheek pressed inches away from his jean zipper.

“If the situation was right and there was interest, then yes, I’d like to try it,” Connor answers.

“There is,” you offer quietly, as if you’re unsure how he’ll react. You’re missing all of his signals, the deep pink tint on his freckled cheeks and the subtle shift of his hips to reorient the denim over his crotch. “I’ve also… never done it before but it could be fun.” Alarmed, you quickly add, “But only if you want to.”

Nodding is all he’s capable of as he’s certain steam’s leaving his ears. Your eyes don’t stray far from his face and he’s grateful because he’s painfully hard now. The pressure in his jeans grows and you’re still looking at him like you’ve been daydreaming about this as long as he has.

“Connor?” you ask with uncertainty because his small nod was not enough.

“Yes. Please.”

Much to his disappointment, you rise up from his lap, place your cup next to his and sit up to face him. You’re glancing at his lips and he doesn’t waste another precious second. His arms find the dip in your waist, traces the contours of your shoulder blades and he’s pulling you in by your neck to meet his lips. There’s the barest graze of skin on skin, a small ticklish, featherlike touch before he devours you.

Suddenly, it’s all lips, teeth and tongue, soft moans and hair tugs. Connor tastes like sweet, tangy summer and vanilla. There’s the scent of sunscreen, pine and a mysterious third thing that’s always made your best friend smell like home whenever you hug him. Your hands wander over the silky texture of his short brown hair and squeeze the back of his neck. He’s warm and soft on your skin, and you’re thinking you could do this forever as his arms engulf you. You’re so lost in the feel of him that you nearly forget what you’ve set out to do.

“M’sorry,” you say, with heated cheeks and short, quick breaths. “I didn’t mean to make you wait.”

His lips hover close to yours like he’s not ready for you to part. “Please. I need you.”

Your eyes lock as you slide off his lap, palms spreading over his chest. You’re itching to see more of him. Reading your mind, firm muscles flex beneath your hands as Connor lifts the hem of his shirt past his head. He lays back into his elbows and watches you, abdominal muscles tensing in anticipation.

“Has anyone told you that you’re really pretty?” you say.

“Not… often,” he admits, shyly. “I— I’ve always thought you were.”

That makes you grin wide. “Really?”

“Really, really.” For too many years, he’s held his tongue, repressed his feelings. They’re all surfacing now that you’re straddling his lap and he’s picturing what you might look like without your sundress.

You’re stalling a bit because having him under you in these circumstances is a bit unnerving but you’re dying to know if he tastes as sweet elsewhere. Your hands shake nervously when you go to undo his jean’s top button. He hisses in relief as your fingers work their magic on the zipper, freeing his cock from restrictive denim. A beat passes and you hesitate to remove the last barrier between him and you.

“Do… do you need help?” Connor asks. He’s already a mess, brows pinched, lips parted, dark locks splaying over his forehead. You wonder what he’ll look like if this is what he’s like before you’ve even begun.

“I’ve got this,” you answer with confidence. Truthfully, your heart’s hammering in your ears but as you help him pull the hem of his boxer briefs down, your mouth falls open at the sight of him. He’s pretty and pink, thicker than what you’ve seen before and as you gauge his length, you’re a little apprehensive about fitting all of him in you.

He notices your hesitation and offers you an out.

“You d-don’t have to, if you don’t want—” 

His own moan cuts him off. Your tongue flicks out, swirling around a smooth, angry red tip, catching a bead of slick on your tongue and his hips jolt. He takes you by surprise, rubbing himself against your mouth like he’s begging for more.

“S-sorry,” he chokes out but it’s all Connor manages he before you’re wrapping your lips around him. He curses from above you, hands balling sheets into his fists because he’s not sure he’ll be able to control his grip. You try to fit more of him in you, sliding his length past your curled tongue until your jaw stings a little from the stretch. Your palms have to grab his thighs as he involuntarily bucks forward, wanting to claim more of your mouth. He means to apologize again but his words die in his throat as you look back up at him.

Dear god, he’s certain he died from heat stroke because you had no reason looking so innocent with your lips stretched around him. Slowly, you hollow your cheeks and suck lightly and he’s lost. A whimper leaves his throat as you start bobbing over him. His hands give up on the sheets and bury themselves into your hair. Feeling encouraged, you move a little faster, rotating your head every now and then so your tongue can lavish the nerves you didn’t catch on your former passes. But Connor’s big and eventually you need more air than his size allows you to take in. He tries not to tug and whines when you pop off of him.

“I-is this okay?” you inquire.

Tears bead at the corners of your eyes, dripping down your cheeks and he’s moving a hand from your hair to swipe it gently across your face. He’s panting and equally out of breath, cock throbbing by your mouth. You look perfect from between his legs, hair a mess, dress straps fallen down your arms. Your breasts have slipped out from the loose material, completing his image of you as a wet dream come true. Your lips are puffy and as your tongue darts out to taste him again, he fights the sudden urge to finish all over your face.

“Baby.” He’s never called you that before and it makes your heart lurch. His voice is gentle, brown eyes sparkling with pride. Connor’s aware that this may be a one off thing between best friends but then you’re back to looking up at him with so much affection and he swears he’s never been happier. “You’re amazing… feels so good.”

His hand squeezes your cheek as you smile and lean into his touch. He’s back to moaning the second you fit him all back into your mouth, only this time you’re feeling much more confident. A light pull at his hips is all the encouragement he needs to move gently. Your hands leave his thighs to stroke the parts of him you can’t reach.

He’s fucking into your mouth at a lazy pace, sliding past your tongue and testing the limits of your throat. When you don’t recoil, and instead push him a little further so your nose rests on his pelvis, Connor lets out a low, guttural sound.

“Mmm… good girl. You’re doing so well.”

You whine around his cock and it makes his hips move faster and rougher. He throbs once more and begins to swell against your tongue. Connor’s a little lost in the moment, eyes clamped shut and hands using your hair and face as an anchor.

“Fuck, fuck. Please.”

You’re not sure what else you can do, but you try to ramp up your efforts, squeezing the base of his cock while pushing him as deep as you can go. His moans become unhinged, a series of sultry ah, ah, ah’s that strikes a deep, empty ache between your thighs. Your name gets stretched into a long shout before he’s shuddering and flooding your mouth with the salty, sweet taste of him.

It’s addicting, causing you to suck a little longer than his overly sensitive nerves can handle. He cries out, gasping your name around a moan. A hand pushes you gently off him and you’re pouting as his cock rests on your cheek. Connor calls to you, lowering himself to pull you in for a kiss. You can feel his moan as he tastes himself on your lips and his hands roam, squeezing your face. Pulling away slowly, he keeps his nose pressed against your cheek and murmurs quietly.

“You taste so sweet with me on your tongue.”

A pair of glasses with a sugary, sour drink sparkles pink and orange from a setting sun. The ice has melted but neither of you are in a rush for more refreshments. You seem content to be held by him, eyes closed and cheeks nuzzling against his. In the corner, a fan spins, lifting your dress past your thighs and Connor’s suddenly, parched.

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☀️To Part Two.

💙 Back to the Masterlist.

#my writing #my blurbs #detroit: become human #dbh #dbh fanfic #dbh x reader #dbh smut #reader insert #connor x reader #rk800 x reader #rk800 x you #sex and lemonade #will there be a part two? #who knows

[carmyboobear]

Honestly I think if Carmy does dirty talk (once he gets some experience) he’s really going to love being condescending, and it’s so hot…

I AGREE. So much in fact that this was born. Wow. Heed the tags and proceed!!

Tags: explicit, dom carmy, cumplay, dirty talk, creampie, carmy being mean, but also sweet

“You’re so easy,” Carmy says with a smug look. He’s pushing his cock steadily and and out, repeatedly stretching you out further when he bottoms out again and again. “All you need is a cock in you and you’re almost fuckin’ coming already.

“You just feel so good,” you whine in defense, but with the way you’re clenching down around him, pussy so wet it’s dribbling, it’s not very successful.

“You just like being stretched out,” Carmy retorts. He pulls back and lets the round head pop out before bullying his cock back into you. You writhe below him. “It doesn’t have to be my cock. Could be my fingers. Almost got all 5 fingers in there last time, didn’t we?”

“Carmy,” you moan, your pussy wrecked by his relentless pace and his dirty, dirty words. “B-But I—I like your cock…”

“I think you just like it when I come in you,” he says, voice low in your ears. “You like the feeling of my cum inside you. Whether it’s in your pussy or down your throat…” His fingers tweak at your clit, flicking it up, and you flinch with a surprised moan. “I should get a plug to keep it all inside you.”

“Oh my god,” you gasp, scandalized, but the telltale sign of dense heat weighing in your gut says otherwise.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you? Going through your day with my cum in your pussy?” Carmy’s grinding his thick cock inside you, getting sweet friction on your walls. “Fuckin’ slut.”

His fingers pinch your clit, and you let out something akin to a sob.

“I’m gonna come,” you gasp. The pressure’s so fucking tight. “Carm—“

“You’re so easy,” Carmy laughs lowly, breathlessly. “Go on, take it. Come like the easy slut you are.”

His fingers glide from side to side on your slippery clit in a blur as he thrusts in an even, firm rhythm that has you choking on your own gasps. You come with overwhelmed tears in your eyes, moaning Carmy’s name so loud it’s almost a scream. You’re throbbing so tightly on his dick like it’s a lifeline.

“Th-that’s fucking right—fffuck—“ His moans are deep, resonating from his core. He staggers inside you from the sharp pleasure of your tightening walls. He fucks you through your orgasm, stretching it out like a thin piece of gum until it snaps, and in turn, your hole sucks his cock so much he comes.

When he pulls out, his soft cock is smeared in a shiny mixture of your combined cum. Your cream lays thick on his shaft, and somehow, there’s still beads of his cum in his slit. Your mouth waters looking at it. So does your pussy. Carmy’s cum, pale and abundant, pools rapidly at your abused entrance and spills over.

“Look at you,” Carmy murmurs in awe. His thumb drags up from where you’re leaking and sinks inside, pushing his cum back in. “Took me so well, baby…”

He praises you with little kisses and affection, kissing gently at your legs, stomach, collarbone. Brings you close to him, brushes sweaty strands of hair out of your face.

“Sorry if I went too far,” Carmy mumbles after you’ve both come down. Your head rests on his chest, and you’re playing with the curls of his hair. “With anything.”

“You were wonderful,” you assure him. “Could’ve even been a little meaner and I would’ve liked it.” That gets an abrupt laugh out of him, equal parts embarassment and delight.

“Oh yeah?” You can tell by the way he’s saying it that he’s choosing to take that as a challenge. You can see the gears turning, and it’s making you a good kind of nervous. “I think I got a couple ideas.”

“Looking forward to it,” you say, like it doesn’t make you wanna squirm, and he smiles knowingly, bringing you in for another kiss.

#carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #carmy berzatto x reader #jeremy allen white #carmy x reader #carmy x you #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #carmy smut #my asks #HAHhhHHhhH I’ve been busy working and haven’t had much time to write so this ask collected dust for a bit… sorry!!! #I wasn’t brave enough to write carmy meaner but u KNOW I wanted to. anyway this was a fantastic prompt THANK YOU ANON. #hope everyone is having a fantastic day… #My blurbs #my smut

[jamminvroomvroom]

Sylvie asking you and George for a sibling

tell the stork

GR63 x journo!reader

a drabble from the george fic universe

thank you for the request! i loved this <3 now if someone could request them actually having another kid… lol

warnings: none! fluff! a bit of suggestiveness here and there but nothing severe, mentions of pregnancy/trying for a baby, minors pls dni with my work!

“i can’t believe he’s having a boy,” you cooed at the screen of your phone. “a little brother for jack.” tears welled up in your eyes as you saw messages of congratulations fill up the family whatsapp chat, the news of your brothers new baby creating emotional waves.

“i just saw, the family needs another baby to spoil.” george laughed.

he was sat on the floor with sylvie, all of her toys spilled over the rug. the four year old was small but mighty, making sure her dad spent every second of the off season at her side, not that george would have had it any other way.

“why don’t i have a brother?” the little girl huffed, her small arms crossing as her mousy brown tufts of hair fell over her george-blue eyes.

you and george looked at each other. you’d talked about having another kid, but the timing had been awful. you supposed the off season wouldn’t be the worst time to give it a try.

“would you like a baby brother or sister, sylvie?” george asked your daughter, bowing his head down to meet her level.

“yes! i need someone to play with while you and mummy vroom.” she replied, oh so matter of fact, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. she was so self assured, just like her father.

“well, maybe me and mummy can work on it.” george said, tongue in cheek. you shot him a look of warning. he needed to reign in that kind of humour, sylvie was too smart for her own good.

“we can talk to the stork.” you butted in, george tipping his head back in silent laughter.

“tell the stork i want a sister. boys are icky.” sylvie scrunched up her nose and your heart melted. she was so precious.

“that’s my girl.” george stuck his hand up for a high five, which sylvie enthusiastically reciprocated.

“now, put your toys away, sweetheart, it’s almost dinner time.” your husband clapped his hands together, ruffling sylvie’s hair and she was off, a ball of energy as she hoovered up her teddies.

“so,” george raised an eyebrow, raking his eyes over your frame. “when can we get to work on baby number two?”

“cook dinner and i’ll clear my schedule?” you bargained sweetly.

“anything for you, my love.” he agreed, clutching his chest dramatically.

“i promise i’ll make it worth your while.” you teased.

“do i get to name this baby, too?”

“no! you named the last one! it’s my turn.” you stuck your tongue out at him and he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead, trudging to the fridge in defeat.

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[deathbecomesthem]

Minors Do Not Interact - 18+ Only

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 900 words blurb

*This is an upload from my old blog. I was brain meltingly horny when I wrote it. Enjoy.

Warnings: Smut - masturbation, both Eddie and reader. A teeny bit of m!receiving oral at the end.

It's just porn, guys. No plot here. It's also not edited or anything. You get what you get and you don't throw a fit. 😘

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He's really pretty like this. He’s always pretty, but like this? You want to sculpt the features of his face out of clay and put it on your mantle. You want to burn the image in your brain. You want it to be the first thing you see on the inside of your eyelids when you wake up every morning.

Sweat drenched hair stuck to his forehead, mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut in focus, the muscles of his arms drawn taut while one hand grips the sheet and the other is firmly stroking his hard red cock. You’ve never seen a more beautiful thing, perfect and raw. His concentration while he chases his pleasure.

A desperate breathy whine, the wet sound of his fist working up and down – up and down. His hips have started chasing his hand, as if he could work himself deeper and deeper. You want to know what he’s imaging. Of course you know that he’s thinking about you, you’re close enough for him to sniff out your scent in the air, but how is he thinking about you?

“Oh, baby, your mouth – do that thing with your tongue.” The pitched-up whine sends a ripple that starts at your forehead straight to your cunt. You’re aching to touch, to do that thing with your tongue – the tip of your tongue dancing in the slit of his cock until he cries out from the overstimulation. It’s his favorite, and you should have known by the way his thumb is rubbing his tip that he’s thinking about it.

You want to tell him that he’s doing so well, that he’s the prettiest boy you’ve ever met. You want to lick at the crease of his hip, and pinch at his erect nipples. You have no doubt that he wants those things too, that he wants to feel the heat of your breath on every part of him. But he’s doing this for you, because you asked, and you want to see him get lost in the feeling of his own hand, and the image in his own mind.

“Oh, fuck, I love you, oh my god.” His speed is increasing, arousal dripping from his red cock. He’s close, these are the things he says when he’s balls deep inside of your mouth or your cunt. You have no control over the way your body is answering him, you’re dripping with arousal at the empty feeling. You consider touching yourself, and decide you want to continue to be as quiet as you can while you watch this show in front of you.

He slows his fist while he extricates his other hand from the tangle of sheets. It’s going where you want your own fingers to go, pulling and pinching at his nipple, the skin already flushing at the harsh treatment. Your glance up to see what his face is telling you forces a moan from your mouth, unbidden. His black and glassy eyes are staring at you. He’s searching your face, lingering over your full lips where you can feel a drop of spittle gathering at the corner.

“Baby, please. Please talk to me.” The pleading is impossible for you to deny. This god of a man sitting in front of you holding himself, the thick patch of hair where his hand works covered in a mixture of sweat and arousal after dripping across his fingers. You’ll talk him through this, but you’re aching cunt needs attention.

You press your back against the cool wall and let your shorts and underwear drop to your ankles. Eddie’s eyes never leave you, he’s searching your body, watching every movement. You bring two fingers to your mouth, it’s already flooded with spit, and drench them before moving south. They search through the hair at your mound, spreading your lips to find the spot that’s throbbing. Firm and gentle circles and you’re both moaning.

“Eddie, you’re so fucking perfect. Will you come with me?” You want to cry, the effort it takes to keep your back pressed against the wall is almost too much. You want to see this through. You want to see what he looks like at the moment of his little death.

“Yes, yes, I’ll come with you. I’m so close. I miss your pussy so much, I can see that she’s cryin’ for me.” His eyes are glued to your fingers. Your cunt is weeping, begging, empty. But your fingers have you on the edge. He’s tugging at his nipple so hard, you’re worried he’ll hurt himself, but you know the pain increases his pleasure every time.

“Oh, I’m – Eddie!” You keep your back where it is, you widen your eyes that want to close and get lost as your pleasure tears through you. The rhythmic contractions burst, and your vision starts to darken but you keep your eyes on him. You watch. You see. Oh my god, it’s unreal how beautiful the sight of his release is as it spills from him over and over and over. He’s crying your name, tugging and pulling at himself in ecstasy and frustration while his body answers his call. You can’t stop yourself from racing to the edge of the bed, crawling up his legs, and finally letting your tongue taste the gift he’s given you while he jerks through his aftershocks of pleasure.

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[sunshinesteviee]

how about #2 - being in awe by how small everything is on a child ('just look at these fingers? How can they be real?!') with stevie?!

eeee sorry this took me so long but i hope you like it 🥹 fem!reader, dad!steve; wc: 571

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“Are we sure he’s real?” Steve asks in a whisper as you both stare down at your newborn son laying in his lap. You’ve just arrived home from the hospital, and all you can do is stare at your son. It’s all you’ve been doing for the past fifteen minutes.

Steve’s voice is so filled with awe that you can’t help but smile as you rest your chin on your husband’s shoulder, looping one of your arms through his. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you reply teasingly, “Considering he came out of my body the other day, I’m going to have to go with yes.”

“Fair point,” Steve grimaces with a nod, eyes flicking to yours as he gives you a sympathetic smile before looking back at his son. “It’s just… He’s so tiny. And so perfect.”

You give Steve’s bicep a gentle squeeze, your thumb brushing over freckled skin just underneath the hem of his sleeve as you nod in agreement, murmuring, “Perfect, just like his dad.”

Almost immediately, a pink flush crawls up Steve’s neck to his cheeks, blooming under freckles. He lets out a laugh, but shakes his head quickly, “Don’t be silly, honey, that’s all you. He’s got your nose, I think. And definitely your eyes.”

Your heart flutters at Steve’s sincerity and sweetness, even though you’re not sure your little boy looks much like either of you yet. There is no denying one specific trait that’s so clearly Steve, though, and you reach out to brush your hand over the top of his head — over the ridiculous amount of dark hair he’d been born with. You laugh, cheek pressing into Steve’s shoulder as you murmur, “Well, this is all you, Stevie.”

Steve snorts, eyes rolling as he playfully grumbles, “Guess the Harrington genes are good for something after all, huh?”

If he wasn’t holding your son, you’d shove him, but he is, so you settle for giving his arm a squeeze and frown, “Hey, none of that. He’s lucky to have you as his dad, Steve.”

Just then, before Steve can reply, your little boy yawns, stretching out in Steve’s lap slightly, pulling your attention back to him. You both coo at him immediately, in awe of every little thing he does, even the mundane. One of his tiny hands reaches up towards Steve’s face, and after he presses a kiss to his tiny palm, Steve presses his finger against it. Little fingers close around Steve’s, and he’s almost certain his heart stops for a moment.

“I know I just said it, but I can’t believe he’s so small. His entire hand fits around half of my finger. I’m just… in love with him.” He looks up, eyes shining as he leans towards you, the tip of his nose nudging into the soft of your cheek, “Thank you.”

“What for?” you ask, bringing a hand up to cup his jaw, keeping his face pressed to yours.

“For him. For our family. I love you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, baby,” you reply, nodding down at your son, “I’d have a hundred of your babies if they’re all as cute as him.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks with a laugh. You can feel his smile against your skin as he presses a kiss to your jaw.

“Oh, yeah. Totally. Not for a while, though. Gotta enjoy him first. He won’t be this little for very long.”

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[pedgito]

eddie is the type of guy who will dish out exactly the kind of behavior he can’t take in return. he’s attentive with your needs and will leave you a squirming, whining mess as he presses his fingers inside of you and presses his tongue over your cunt, groaning dramatically to match your desperate noises and tease you relentlessly during and after until you’re blushing and shoving his face away in annoyance.

until it’s his turn and your hand is wrapped around his cock, his face buried in your neck from where you’re settled beside him. he’s gasping softly, hands clenched at his side as he tilts his head to peer down at your hand gripping him tightly, tugging at his shaft in a way that he can’t fully process, the slick of lube and saliva cutting off all tangible thought in his brain until he’s just a babbling mess of “please, please, please” and let’s you edge him for an eternity until he comes with a strained cry, legs shaking from the pure force that it hits him, only realizing after that you never gave him permission and now he’s apologizing profusely, pulling your mouth to his in desperation until you agree to let him make it up to you, sinking his cock into you eagerly after all of it, fucking you with the sweet breath of his words as he thanks you for letting him bury himself inside you.

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[sacredjake]

h*rny sam thought inspired by this video… smut below the cut

your bare ass is sat on his clothed lap with your back pressed to his chest and your legs spread on either side of his. even with the material of his pants creating a barrier between you, you can feel how hard he is pressing into your lower back. every noise coming from your parted lips is music to his ears while his fingers work into your soaked cunt and his thumb rubs circles against your swollen clit. your head is rested on his shoulder behind you, his hot breath fanning across your skin and carrying praises into your ear while he watches every movement of his skillful fingers with his chin hooked over your shoulder.

“you look divine like this, baby.”

“sam.” it’s whiney and pitiful, but you can’t help it. you’re just on the edge of bliss and his voice pushes you further.

“i can feel how close you are. are you gonna cum all over my fingers pretty girl?”

his thumb is replaced by his other hand, picking up in speed and making the circles tighter. you can feel the way his chest is heaving against your back, your body rising and falling with it. when his lips begin to kiss and lick and nip at the tender skin of your throat the band you felt deep in your core snaps.

sam never once stops the movement of his fingers and carries you through your orgasm while you writhe in his lap. after a few moments his hands slow to a stop and he withdraws his fingers from you. you can’t help but watch as they slide out, completely covered in your slick and glistening. your eyes trail his fingers in the air and watch as sam sucks them into his mouth. a hum vibrates through his chest and his eyes flutter close as he licks the remnants of your release from his digits before sliding them out from his wet lips. when his eyes open again they’re on you, a satisfied grin on his face.

“sweeter than any dessert.”

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