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[erosmutt]

⠀⠀⠀⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀thinkin'⠀ ﾉ⠀bout

﹒han eating you out on your period﹒@prettiestmini cooked so hard with this one.

"i'm on my period," you try to reason. your words fall on deaf ears as han gets onto the bed and sits back on his heels, big, warm hands finding your hips and pulling you close to him. "i don't care," he replies with thinly veiled irritation. all day you had been bitching and whining about being horny and now that he's here to help, you want to act all embarrassed, and he isn't going to let that slide. "now hold still, sweetheart."

reluctantly, you lift your hips, hooking your legs over his shoulders just as he likes. though, it's not about him. "lemme know if you wanna lay down, 'kay?" he asks, giving your outer thighs slow, reassuring caresses, his hazel eyes fixed on yours. you nod, your lips fixed into a slight pout. your womanhood is on display for him, glistening with a crimson mess. you know better than to be embarrassed. hair? blood? han couldn't give less of a shit.

after gauging your expression for any hesitation one final time, han leans down, his nose brushing your clit and his tongue prodding at your slick entrance, a deep groan coming from low in his chest at being buried between your legs. you gasp, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you. his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs, keeping you right there in place.

"han," you moan, so badly wishing that you could tangle your hand in his hair. "fuck, you're disgusting!" you whine, making him have to fight back a grin. he pulls back to look at you, and the lower half of his face is sticky with blood, making you whine and cover your face with your hands. "aht aht, look at me, i wanna see that pretty face o' yours, sweetheart."

slowly, you uncover your face, making him smile. "that's my girl." and then, he's in absolute bliss as he goes between swirling his tongue around your clit and burying his nose against it as he tongue-fucks your hole, head moving side to side as he slurps and laps at you, a mix of his saliva and your menstrual blood running down his chin with just how fucking sloppy he is. "oh my- fuck! han, han, right there... right... there," you grind your hips against his face, chasing your high that's so, so close.

he pulls away for air and nearly collapses onto the bed. "sit on my face, please," he begs, urging you on top of him. you swap, straddling his face and lowering yourself onto his sticky, messy face, one hand tangled in his hair and the other bracing yourself on the wall. "jus' like that, don' move," you command, rocking your hips back and forth desperately.

han's hands come up to rest on your thighs once more, his cheeks flushed and mind fuzzy, only able to register you using him to get off. "mmf, nnhh, mmh," you pause with a shudder that wracks your entire body, a loud moan leaving you as you throw your head back, rolling your hips deep against his face as you ride out your high. you stay there for a moment before getting off him and plopping down beside him. you look over, blushing furiously at the stupid grin plastered on his face before he licks his lips, not at all bothered by the rapidly drying mess decorating his face.

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[hearts4sammonroe]

Here’s some headcannons (gonna base this off my3 year old menace of a sister)

Runs around naked after baths when Stephen tries to dress her.

When Stephen is at work with you she says ‘where my daddy?’ In the toddler voice ykyk

Asks to watch tv and Stephen has to stand there and scroll through Disney until she says yes about it. If he clicks on something she doesn’t wanna watch she cries as says. ‘I no wanna watch that!’

Has phases where she becomes obsessed with a movie and watches it every day. Then loses interest in it to find another.

In the car she’ll cry if you skip a song she wants to hear and will keep crying until you change it back.

Likes to play in Stephen’s hair, also started calling him Stevie because you call him Stevie.

You’ll try to cuddle with Stephen and she’ll run over and get in your way and say . ‘No! Dis my daddy!’ And cuddle with him instead.

I gave too many but my sister is legit like this bro I have so many lmaooo. You don’t have to use all of them ofc, I’m using my toddler intuition… 😛

AWWWW THOSE ARE CUTE! I’ll def add some of these!!

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: james kelly x reader

genre: SMUT ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Sheets are down at your knees, all messy from your innocent cuddling and unability to find this perfect spot on bed. But now, fifteen minutes later, he did found that perfect spot - the one that made your legs twitch without permission and your mind to be all dizzy..

The body of JAMES KELLY is just flexing above you in slow, patient thrusts like he’s holding himself back from splitting you in half. Large hand squeezing the plush skin on your thigh, pulling it over his hip even more just to keep you open. “Goddamn,” he gritted out, breath shuddering. “You’re squeezin’ me, baby… fuck—too good…”

You try to answer, you really do, but you fail miserably..especially when your mouth just opens in a series of gasps because he shifted his hips and hit you so perfectly your vision blurred.

“You okay, baby? Still good?”

You nod frantically, teary-eyed and needy. “So good—don’t stop, please—”

A corner of his lips curled into a breathless smirk “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Knock knock knock.

“Mommy?”

Your eyes shot open. James froze.

“Mommy, I want cereal!”

James' lips parted in a sigh, as if he just let go of all the air he inhaled in these short seconds. He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing heavy, trying not to laugh—and failing. "Holy-" he whispered, voice hoarse. “You hear that?”

You nod, biting your lip. Your mind already run to the images of a full day filled with a sense of awkwardness “Y-Yeah.”

But he didn't pull out. With a quiet grunt, he shifted his hips again—deep. A sharp gasp falled from your lips.

“James—!”

“Shh, baby,” he murmurs, fucking into you again, and again—faster now, the slap of skin on skin not helping the situation. “Mommy’s comin’, sweetheart!” he called out, louder, without even looking at the door. Then added under his breath

“Oh, she’s comin’ alright.”

You slap his chest, whimpering through a moan, but he’s relentless now - his hand moved over your mouth to muffle your cries, his cock pounding into you, speeding the repetitive motion.

“Just a minute, baby girl!” he yells again, hips slamming into yours. "Just go wait in the kitchen, alright? Mommy will come just in few seconds" His voice drops to a low moan. "Gotta speed it up, momma. Can't let you go unsatisfied"

Your nails dig into his back, and you’re already there, back arching as your orgasm hits like some sort of lightning-tight, overwhelming, everything snapping into stars. You sob into his palm, legs shaking around his waist, and James just keeps going with his hips being frantic now.

“I’m—fuck—gonna fill you up, baby” he grits. “Real quick. Be fast, I swear—”

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[ysrjune]

@prettiestmini requested this about her bot on janitor aye eye 😿

Here you were in Scott's car in the middle of the night at some random hill. Sat on his lap and grinding against each other, you were also making out. His hands roamed all over your body. You pull back for air and cup his cheeks in your hands. "What are you doing?" He asks with rasp in his tone.

"Nothing. I just like staring at your face. You're just sooo handsome." You tease to which he rolls his eyes. "Don't be stupid." He huffs. Then he pulled you back in to a kiss. After that, things started to get heated. You were moving your hips on him and it was driving him crazy because you already said you wouldn't let him fuck you in a public place. It annoyed him because it's not like anyone was there with you two to see. But it didn't matter. If anything, you just liked to piss him off.

"God damn, it's so hot in here." He mutters, leaning back slightly. He tugged his shirt off over his head, tossing it carelessly into the backseat. His chest and abs were on full display, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his skin in the dim moonlight filtering through the fogged up windows. Your hands run up and down his torso as you kiss his neck softly. "You're such a tease. I hate you." He pants. "Do something. please." He was getting desperate.

You angle your hips better to allow him to feel more. "There. Is that better, cry baby?" You murmur. Scott nods and guides your hips. "Mhm.. fuck." He chokes out a moan. To get him to quit whining, you shed off a few layers. Everything but your panties was off. Scott was completely naked, though. "Feels s'much better.. aah.." He whimpers, feeling the tip of him sliding against your clothed pussy lips.

Just to put him to the test, you guided his dick near your entrance, but before you could even ease the tip in, he came. He was so embarrassed. "You shouldn't have done that!" His voice is whiny and raspy. "Fuck. You're such a bitch." He huffs and throws his arms over his face so he wouldn't have to look you in the eye. "Just ruined the whole moment.." You really didn't. He thought it was kinda hot, but he didn't know if it turned you off or not.

Maybe you'll let me fuck you in the back and forget about this.. He thinks to himself.

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[amiratheangel]

Sam sliding into dms and it's so fucking awkward it makes you want to doe

today, like any other day, was normal. you went through the daily motions- getting up, getting ready, doing nothing- only to find yourself in your bed again.

there was really nothing to do. it was summer break, all your friends were on holiday and it was too hot to go outside. glimmers of sunlight shone through your half drawn curtains as you attempted to take a nap, but you were interrupted by a notification sound coming from your phone from imessage

‘what the fuck.’ you thought to yourself, it was 7pm on a friday. who in the world would possibly be texting you!

(1) new message from sam

sam? as in sam monroe? the same boy who got high before every single class and didn’t do a thing but bitch about his life? yeah, that one. fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you open the message only to he horrified by what you see.

i’m so jealous of your heart

it’s pounding inside of you and i’m not 😉

what were these flirting skills. how chronically online do you have to be to do this.

you had no idea why this random emo bitch was texting you in the first place, and on discord out of every place.

you could’ve swore you had never ever talked to him. recalling a single conversation with him in the past year proved to be difficult- you could only think of interacting with him when you two were little kids.

one memory stuck out, when he bit himself and blamed you for it. you got put on the red chair and missed golden time for that absolute piece of shit.

you tried to think of a response, but you physically could not. it was too awkward to reply with actual words or an actual thought out response.

nty

okay, simple and short. hopefully he’d get the message. the next few minutes you just scrolled a bit, not really doing anything and trying not to cringe at the awkwardness. i mean, what exactly did he expect you to say to that?

ding!

a few more minutes go by before you decide to answer his assumably hornier response.

oh ok

that was it. nothing else. no emoji, no sad face, no nothing. you signed and mentally facepalmed yourself for not blocking him straight away. now you’d have to live with this bullshit in your phone until it inevitably broke.

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lmk if you wanna be added 😽😽😽

[speaknow-sw]

President! William Beeman Headcanons

A/N : back to the beginning lovelies, good ol’ headcanons like I used to post at my debut on Tumblr but this time with and AU of mine (and bot) Mr. President Will. @prettiestmini are you satisfied ?

He’s terrifying in the Situation Room, completely unshaken even in the middle of an international crisis. But the moment he sees your name light up his phone screen? His voice softens by 60%, and he excuses himself to take the call.

He has the most presidential walk: slow, controlled, dominant. You can hear it echo through the West Wing halls before he enters a room.

“She’s not the First Lady. She’s my entire nation.” —something he’s said on live TV and absolutely meant it.

Calls you “my girl” in interviews, even when he’s being all serious and buttoned-up.

Keeps a photo of you in his watch face. A very specific one where you're mid-laugh, not posed.

You sit in his lap during Cabinet debriefs when it’s just the two of you late at night in the Oval. He absentmindedly strokes your arm with one hand while signing policy with the other.

He absolutely dances with you in the residence kitchen at 2 AM. No music, just the hum of the fridge and your shared laughter.

You have “First Dog duties” and walk your Golden Retriever together around the Rose Garden on Sunday mornings like it’s completely normal.

He always brings you a pastry after morning intelligence briefings. “You’re the only sweet thing in this cursed house, and I won’t let you starve.”

Secret Service agents love you. You always smile, offer coffee, and don’t yell when they inevitably interrupt your dates with security emergencies.

Presidential power turns you on—and he knows it. He’ll whisper policy wins in your ear with that husky, low voice and smirk when your breath hitches.

Will fully take you on the Resolute Desk if you're alone in the Oval. He’ll call it “sealing the treaty.”

Has the best dirty talk—not vulgar, but commanding and deliberate: “Take it like a good First Lady. Let me reward my nation properly.”

On stressful days, you pull him into a broom closet to help him “release tension.” Secret Service is 100% aware. They’re not paid enough for this.

He keeps his tie around your wrist after certain nights. Sometimes under long sleeves at formal dinners. It’s your shared secret.

You do his hair when he’s getting ready for press conferences. He lets you fuss over it even though he’s already styled it. He likes the intimacy.

He quotes poetry—old, obscure lines he memorized in college. Sometimes it’s Neruda. Sometimes it’s just: “If the country had your eyes, I’d finally trust it.”

He’s the type to say “I’ll be home for dinner” and genuinely try—even if “home” means a ten-minute power nap next to you in bed between calls.

Gets jealous when foreign dignitaries flirt with you during state dinners. Plays it cool, but you’ll pay for it later—in a fun way.

He wears your lipstick stain on his collar sometimes… on purpose.

• “You’re the only place I’m real.”

To the world, William Beeman is all armor—flawless, unshaken, decisive. But with you, it’s different. When the doors close and the staff disappears, he lets himself unravel. You’ve seen him collapse into a chair with shaking hands after a late-night briefing, rubbing his eyes like a man ten years older. You once asked, “Are you okay?” He whispered, “I don’t know who that version of me would be allowed to be.” You held his hand. Neither of you let go.

• He doesn’t sleep. Not really.

He falls asleep next to you only after you’ve begged him to come to bed. And when he does, he twitches. You’ve caught him gasping awake at 3:47 AM, face pale, sweat at his collar. He’ll say, “Just a dream,” but you know it’s more than that—faces, bodies, impossible decisions. Once, when he thought you were asleep, he murmured into your neck: “I made a choice today that I can’t tell you about. But I need you to still love me tomorrow.”

• He worries he’s already lost you to the position.

Sometimes he stares at you during state dinners—watching you smile, radiant in your gowns, laughing with foreign ministers. He should be proud. He is. But something aches in him. Because he used to kiss that same smile over coffee in bed. Now it belongs to the cameras. He once asked, “Do you ever miss the days when I was just yours?” You answered honestly. “Every second.”

• He keeps secrets. And it kills him.

There are files he’s not allowed to show you. Orders he’s given that he prays you never find out about. Sometimes he stares at your back while you brush your teeth and thinks, If she knew what I’ve done… It’s the one thing that breaks him—not the pressure, not the politics. It’s the fear that the power he holds is turning him into someone you should fear.

• He keeps a drawer full of letters he’s never given you.

He writes to you when he feels something too heavy to say aloud. There are dozens now. Some are filled with love, confessions of how you keep him sane. Others are more fragile:

“If something happens to me, don’t believe what they say in the news. You were always my north.” He’s never let you read them. But they’re written in your favorite ink.

• When you fight, he panics—but won’t show it.

He’ll argue in that calm, infuriating tone only a president can perfect. But afterward, when you leave the room, his hands tremble. You once came back and found him still standing in the same spot, eyes red. All he said was: “You’re the only person I don’t know how to lead. I just want to be good for you.”

• He calls you during national disasters, just to hear your voice.

Once, during an armed crisis, you called to check on him. You heard shouting, phones ringing, footsteps. But then his voice came through—quiet, focused: “Say my name.” You did. He exhaled. “Okay. I needed to remember I’m still human.”

• He’s terrified of dying while still president.

Not because of legacy. Not because of failure. But because it would mean you’d have to stand there—young, in black, with a folded flag in your lap and the world watching you grieve. He’d rather burn the White House to the ground than put you through that. Once, half-asleep, he whispered, “Promise me you’d curse me for dying, not forgive me. That way, you’ll survive it.”

• The Multilingual President

William learned French and Italian in school as part of diplomatic training, but he only ever uses them in your ear. When you two are slow-dancing alone after a gala:

“Mon cœur. Ma fin du monde.” (My heart. My end of the world.) He calls you bella mia when he’s teasing, and cara when he’s hurting. You once overheard a French diplomat saying he’s too “emotionally volatile” to handle certain talks. William just laughed and said: “I have one emotion: her. And she’s not on your negotiating table.”

• Daughter Dad-in-Chief

He becomes soft to the point of ridiculousness when it comes to his daughter. She runs through the Oval Office barefoot, and no one dares stop her. She calls him “Sir Daddy.” Secret Service uses it too, jokingly. When she’s sick, he cancels press briefings and sits by her bed, reading foreign policy aloud in a cartoon voice.

“And the delegation from Belarus said no, sweetie. Can you believe that? Rude.”

• Trauma Sharpens Him

He grew up fast. His father was cold. His mother disappeared into political expectations. So now, every hug, every touch, every whisper he gives you is deliberate. You once asked, “Why are you always so careful with me?” His voice was tight:

“Because no one ever was with me. And I remember how that felt.”

• He's neurodivergent-coded

William’s mind is sharp but loud. He has strict routines: same breakfast, same pen, same kind of playlist while he works. He doesn’t like surprise touches or people standing behind him. You learned to always say “behind you” softly before brushing past. You never call it weird. You just adjust. He once whispered, “Thank you for not asking me to be easier.”

• The Orator Who Can’t Express Feelings

He can move a nation to tears with a speech. But he chokes when he wants to say “I need you.” Instead, you get:

“Did you eat today?” “I had a hard meeting. Will you sit with me?” “I put your favorite records in the residence.” You understand. He doesn’t have to say it.

• Food is his secret love language

He doesn’t say “I’m sorry.” Instead, he leaves a perfect strawberry tart in the fridge with a Post-it:

“Don’t ask how many aides I threatened for this.” After a fight? Your favorite wine shows up beside a slice of sourdough and cheese on your nightstand. “Forgiveness bread,” he calls it.

• He’s lowkey scared of being alone

He doesn’t admit it, but silence unnerves him. You once found him walking the White House alone at 2 AM, barefoot in the hall, suit jacket unbuttoned.

“I couldn’t sleep,” he said. “Why not?” “I couldn’t hear you breathing.”

[moonlightkb]

Hey friends!

I want to start writing an AJ story. I don’t have the full plot yet, but I’d love to hear your headcanons about AJ, anything you’d want to read in a story or any story elements you’d like to see. This man deserves more love, and I want to give him that. 🖤 I don’t think the story will be super long, maybe 3–4 short chapters or so. Let me know your opinions and ideas!

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Feel free to tell me if you want to be added or taken off the taglist! I’d love to hear your thoughts. Hope you enjoyed it! ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

[alealuvshayden]

yall real question should i do a full face tmr cuz we have a school summer occation and like my mans EX is gonna be there and she hates me and is jealous of me (cuz i had him first then she did now hes back home and safe btw.) sooo yeah but its like very hot outside should i still do my makeup cuzzzzz why not????

pls help.

natural looking full face btw

@amiratheangel @anakinstwinklebunny @prettiestmini @hearts4sammonroe @madsluvsdilfs @divineani @speaknow-sw

i made yall pink soooo

[cutestcouch]

I thought it was your birthday because of this post https://www.tumblr.com/prettiestmini/786595200810336256/i-do-birthday-requests-guys?source=share

I'm so sorry!! 🙈

It’s fine lmaooo, I just meant if it’s YOUR birthday I’ll do special requests. I should’ve specified ngl 😭

[erosmutt]

Can you pleaseeeee do more Darth Vader bots? 😭 I can barely find one where he’s suited and crispy . All suitless

Yes of course! I've been wanting to, but his character definition is so fucking difficult to get right in regards to appearance because of his suit, but now that you've asked I definitely have to.

[hearts4sammonroe]

“Pretty”

pairing: baby daddy!aj x f!reader

contains: fluffy smut, pet names, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, swearing, orgasm (f).

a/n: minnie’s request 🫶 divider credits are in my masterlist, pics are from pinterest!

Ever since you had your precious baby a few months ago, you’ve been absolutely exhausted and stressed like any other parent. Aj was always there for you. Always waiting on you hand and foot even when you aren’t asking for it. So, when you told him you needed some stress relief, he was on it.

Usually, you two cook dinner together but he did it all himself tonight. Fixed up all the bottles and put baby to bed. Fixed up a bath for you. And now, he was worshiping you with his mouth.

You were lying down on the bed, panties already off while Aj kissed down your belly and thighs. “Your pussy’s so perfect…”

Wrapping your legs over his shoulder, he kisses your pussy lips before licking a long strip through them.

Soon enough, he was practically making out with your pussy. Sloppy noises filled the room, erotic sounds of Aj’s mouth worshipping you.

Aj wrapped his lips around your puffy clit, suckling on it while his middle finger teased your entrance. He looked up at you, a grin on his face while he slowly sinks a finger into you. “‘S that feel good, doll? Making your pussy feel so good? Hm?”

You nod, moaning softly as your hand goes down to his hair. Aj goes between fast licking, sucking and flattening his tongue on your clit, while his ring finger joins his middle one in your entrance. “I’ll never get enough of this.”

After a few minutes, your thighs were shaking around his head and your hips were rolling up for more friction. “Gonna cum on my face, doll? C’mon, give it to me…” Aj doubled his efforts, fingers rubbing against that spongy spot inside of you while his tongue perfected its work on your clit. With one last curl of his fingers, and his tongue flicking rapidly, you came, juices covering his face.

Once you came down from your high, body shuddering slightly from the aftershocks, a satisfied grin on your face, Aj made a show of licking his fingers clean. “Tastes so good.” He smiles, crawling up to capture your lips in his.

You could taste yourself when his tongue slipped into your mouth. Aj pulled away, his chin still covered in your slick as he smiles at you adoringly.

“You did so good, pretty. You always do.”

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: popular!hockey player!anakin skywalker x f!reader

FLUFF ❦

The hallway in your school was unusually quiet for once, probably because most people were still outside soaking up the last ten minutes of lunch break. But not like you were complaining. You needed this; the calmness, quietness. You’d snagged a spot on the window ledge, biology textbook open across your thighs, pen tapping nervously as you reread the same line about mitochondria for the fifth time. It had to be perfect; you had a test next period. You needed this. You needed to focus.

But of course… fate - or rather ANAKIN SKYWALKER - had other plans. You barely noticed the presence of your insufferable boyfriend until two strong arms wrapped around your middle from behind, causing you to be pulled flush against his chest like it having such close, almost intimate (for you) contact was normal in a place like this.

"Hey, baby," he murmured right beside your ear, voice low and obnoxiously smug. "Whatcha readin'?"

You tensed, immediately trying to lean away, but he didn’t budge. In fact, he nuzzled a little closer, chin resting on your shoulder as he peered down at the book like he was genuinely curious.

"Biology," you muttered, tapping the diagram in front of you. "You know—the subject you’re currently failing."

He hummed, fingers spreading a little across your stomach. "That’s what I’ve got you for, sweetheart. You’re like, my hot tutor-slash-girlfriend."

"Right, girlfriend" you muttered, even as your face flushed. This word was still foreign to you. How did you manage to pull the anakin skywalker still was a question you had been asking yourself.

"Mmm, girlfriend who smells real good." He smirked against your neck.

You exhaled sharply, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your chest. "If I fail this test, I’m going to commit a crime, and you’re not even worth a court case."

"Please." He reached forward, flipping the page like he he had any rightm "Tell me more about this sexy-ass mitochondria."

You turned your head, deadpanning, "Do you even know what mitochondria are?"

He grinned, leaning in closer until his lips brushed your ear. "Powerhouse of the cell, baby. I might not be book smart, but I know how to pay attention when it counts." His words sent a shiver down your spine, the stupid cocky kind of warmth only he could summon. You closed your book, heart thudding like a warning siren.

"I do not enjoy this"

He chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your temple, hand still loosely around your waist. "You’re cute when you pretend you don’t like me." And as the bell rang and students started pouring back in from the courtyard, you realized his arms were still wrapped around you. "Alright, sunshine" his arms slowly loosened their hold, making you regret wanting them back. As much as hypocritical it sounds. "You go kick that test's ass while I.." his tone lowered "your very handsome, very amazing boyfriend, will wait for you outside the class" you were ready to say how he doesn't have to but before you could even spoke, he cut you off "I know, I know.. you dont have to thank me, sweetheart"

What an egocentric bastard.

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[ysrjune]

write dom stephen challenge go!

ISN'T THAT SWEET? I GUESS SO.

Stephen and you had been making out for a while on the couch already. All because of the lipgloss you were wearing. You only gave him a small kiss while passing by him on the hallway of your apartment, but he didn't stop after that. He led you to the couch and set you on his lap, and here you are now.

His hands wandered your ass, cupping it from the bottom and running his big hands up and down. “Suck my dick.” He demands, and you obediently get to it. You were expecting this since you had already felt his hard cock in his shorts. Your gloss had already come off after he practically ate it off earlier. “Hold on.” He mumbles and takes the gloss out of your pocket and then hands it to you. “Put it on again. I wanna see those glossy lips on me.”

You re-apply the gloss and get to work. Stephen groans and pushes your head down on him, so you take him in deeper. “Do it right, or dont do it at all.” He says with a firm tone. Hearing your chokes and cries only spurred him on. He started to roll his hips on your mouth after he stopped pushing your head down on him. “Im close. Dont stop.” He sucks in a breath. With a swipe over the tip of his cock, he came.

“Good.” He taps your cheek and kisses you as soon as you get up. “I love you.” He mumbles and kisses your cheek. “Now.. go shower and.. put that lip gloss on again after you're done.” He chuckles. “I'll take you out on a date.”

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[erosmutt]

I MADE THE MEME

thank you thank you, i'll keep it safe 🤩

[hearts4sammonroe]

pairing: stephen glass x f!reader

contains: smut, piv, whiny!dom!stephen, swearing, breeding kink, creampie, dirty talk, boob kissing, cum, cum smearing, clit play and kissing. This doesn’t say much about reader, it’s mostly just about Stephen lolz.

a/n: this is for @ysrjune but I accidentally posted this too soon earlier so I had to delete the request 🥀 sorry this got a little freaky guys 😈 AND ITS BUNS IM SORRY! divider credits in my masterlist, pics from pinterest!

Stephen Glass pulled away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting for a split second before breaking, so he can unbutton his shirt.

“Been craving your sweet pussy all day.” Stephen mutters, shrugging his shirt off. You run your hands down his torso until you reach the belt to his slacks and quickly unbuckle it.

The second you were both naked, he rubbed his tip through your slick folds before slowly sinking into you. Once he bottomed out, you both let out low, drawn out moans. But soon enough, he was pounding into you.

Stephen is very vocal. Probably more than you. He moans loudly, not a care in the world. He whines, he whimpers, sometimes he’ll cry from pure bliss.

He sits back so he’s on his knees, gripping your hips and thighs while he pounds his cock into your tight, wet heat. His head tilted back slightly, cheeks flushed, lips glossy, eyes fluttering shut behind his glasses.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He whimpers, pressing down on your lower belly to add to your pleasure. “Listen to your wet pussy… hahh…”

He leaned down to kiss your boobs, swirling his tongue around each nipple before just whining into them. “Hmmm, shit… yeah…” You could feel him smiling.

Stephen lifts one of your legs to wrap higher around his waist, his cock now hitting deeper, a loud whine escaping his mouth. Hitting that special spot while his hand that was on your belly now drifts down to your clit.

“That feels good, yeah?” Stephen grins, leaning down to sloppily kiss you. “Mhm, yeah it does.”

Before you knew it, you were both on the edge. “Gonna cum… wan’ me to cum inside you? Fill you up? Yeah, you want me to knock you up.” He was honestly just cooing at you.

A few more thrusts, and loud whines coming from Stephen, you were both coming undone.

When he came down from his high, he pulled his cock out and smeared the rest of his cum over your folds. So messy.

Then, always being nice no matter what, he leaned down and softly kissed your clit before coming up to kiss you with a happy chuckle.

“You’re so fucking good.”

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

Sam x vinnie x reader request!

Reader walking in on sam giving vinnie his own little blue streak in his hair because he wanted to match with Sam 🤭🤍

PAIRING: sam monroe x f!reader

FLUFF ❦

You were only in the kitchen for like—what, five minutes? Five. Tops. Yet it was enough for the house to go suspiciously quiet, which meant one thing and one thing only: SAM MONROE was doing something illegal in the emotional sense. A sigh left your parted lips. As much as you were used to that (especially ever since vinnie was born) a sense of worry crawled up your spine. So you put the cup you were holding and you padded back towards the hallway that easily led to the rest rooms in your apartment. All of your instincts already went fully motherly-mode activated when you noticed the bathroom light glowing under the door and the giggle that came afterwards. The soft, raspy squeal of your 20-month-old son being just a little too proud of himself.

You pushed the door open slowly.

“Sam, what are you—” there it was. Or rather there he was. Vinnie was sitting on the closed toilet seat lid with a towel wrapped around his tiny shoulders like a cape, grinning from ear to ear as Sam crouched in front of him with a gloved hand and a little dye brush dipped in blue—the exact shade Sam had been putting in his own hair for the last week to refresh the fading color.

“Samuel Monroe.”

Sam shoulders stiffened at the sound of your voice. Slowly, he turned around, guilty as hell, yet the tiniest smirk pulling at his lips. “Before you freak out, it’s temporary. Washes out in like two showers. It’s just for fun.”

You crossed your arms. “He’s not even two.”

“He asked for it!” Sam said, pointing at the innocent baby, who proudly nodded like that somehow helped his case. “He saw mine, touched his head, and went, ‘Me too! Sam hair!’ And what was I supposed to do? Say no to that face?”

Vinnie giggled and slapped his chubby hand over his blue hair, eyes sparkling. “I ma'ch Sam!!”

Sam stood up slowly, peeling the glove off, and throwing it dramatically into the sink. “C’mon. Look at him. He looks sick as hell.”

You tried so hard not to melt. But your heart was already pudding, a slight sense of angry feeling vanishing away under the cuteness overload. Vinnie looked up at you and did this proud little head tilt, like show it off, mama, look!!, and the way he babbled, “I cool now, mama,” was enough to make you sit down on the floor in emotional defeat.

“…Fine,” you whispered, dragging a hand down your face. “But when he wants a sleeve tattoo to match you next week, you’re explaining it to my mother.”

And Vinnie just beamed, patting Sam’s face and going, “we best fwiends Thammy"

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