#quick and dirty

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Twisted | Eddie Munson x FemReader

AN: 18+ A little something quick & dirty while I work on my series. Brought to you by Smutterpiece Theater and their sponsor Horny Hours.

TW: creampie. pretzel position, dirty talk, a little rough, a little spank, a little tiddy fucking. ENJOY

"Baby. Bay-be," Eddie presses wet kisses up your spine, lifting your thin sleep tank. You're sprawled out on your stomach, twisted slightly with one knee bent and your hands tucked under your pillow. 

"Eddie, I'm tired," you mumble, eyes closed tight, still heavy with sleep. 

"But baby," he pouts, his warm chest pressed at your back, lips tickling the shell of your ear. His hand slides up your side until the underneath of your breast is exposed, "you're going to be gone for five whole days, and there's going to be no one to sit on my face," his fingers squirm there way between you and the mattress until he's teasing your nipple into a hardened peak.

"Your face will be just fine. I'm sleeping," you roll more fully in your stomach, pulling your breast from his grasp. Your folds are still swollen and sticky from his cum and the possessive sex you had a few hours before falling asleep.

"And you're so cute when you sleep. Especially with all that drool," he tickles the side of your lips with one finger. 

Your eyes pop open, "I am not drooling," you wipe the back of your hand across your mouth, double-checking. 

He chuckles in your ear, and you roll to your side to face him. He's propped up one elbow, wearing just his boxers and a sly smile. 

"I have to get up so early," you whine, pecking his soft lips, "You already fucked me twice today. Didn't you get enough?"

"But you already wiped all my cum away, baby. I want you to leave all filled up," he kisses you back harder, more demanding, "I want everyone to know you're mine."

"Eddie," you cup his jaw pushing him back, "It's an all-girls retreat at catholic camp, and you're the goddamn reason my parents are making me go in the first place."

His fingers circle your wrist, gripping tightly, pushing you onto your back, pinning your arm over your head against the pillow, "Might as well do something worth confessing," he dips his head, those plush lips attaching to the soft skin of your neck, sucking hard creating a vacuum of pleasure straight to your pussy.

"Everyone is going to know, baby," he leaves a wet trail as he moves new spot to mark, "they'll know that you get fucked so good."

A moan mixes with your exhale as you rub your legs together, the soft material of your sleep shorts starting to dampen.

He pulls your shirt over your head and starts on your breasts, adding the scrap of teeth over your nipples, "I need these tits covered, looking like works of art," he says between sucks drenching you with his spit. He moves from one to the other, your nipples red and aching when he finishes with one last hickey on the underside of your breast, his big doe eyes on yours, making sure you understand you belong only to him.

"Fuck, you got me so hard," his chin shiny with spit as he stands up and drops his boxers. His cock stands out from his body, the pink fat head leaking precum down the veiny shaft. He leans over and kisses you once while he climbs back on the squeaky mattress, straddling your chest, bringing that hard length to your lips.

"Spit on it, baby. Get me soaked. I want to fuck your tits."

His cock jumps when you press a kiss to the head before sucking in his tip. Letting your tongue swirl around it like a popsicle before working it into his slit.

"I said spit," he says, dragging it from your mouth with a pop.

"So impatient," you tease, gathering your spit, letting it drool out into his dick, and using your hand to spread it.

"That's it," he praises, looking down at you, his eyes almost black. He pulls away, moving down your body, spitting into the valley of your breasts before settling his cock between them. Calloused thumbs rub your nipples as he pushes them together and starts thrusting his hips.

"They look so pretty. All my little marks," he admires, watching himself slide in and out, "Hold 'em, baby," he brings your hands up to take his place, leaving him free to stroke and pinch your nipples, causing you to whimper at the pleasure mixing with a bit of pain. 

"Ahh, Eddie," you rub your feet against the sheets, your clit pulsing in time with his thrusts. 

"Are you getting needy? I thought you were tired?" he tuts.

"Not anymore. I want you," your tongue licking out trying to reach his tip when pushes through your cleavage.

"You like getting used," he reaches back and rubs you over your shorts, "You want me to use your pussy? Fill it up and send you home to your daddy."

"Mmmhmm, please. Use me," you buck your hips against his hand. 

"How can I say no to that?" he smiles wickedly, his tongue sneaking out to trace his plush lips. He moves off your body and grasps the waist of your shorts. 

"You better not say no, or I'll find someone else to say yes," you tease, lifting your hips and legs while he slides off your pajamas.

"On your side," he says, his eyes flashing.

The smirk you wear as you start to roll is quickly replaced with surprise when his fingers dig into your hips and flip you roughly before giving your ass a hard slap. The crack echoed through the trailer.

"Careful, or you're going to have some handprints to match those hickies," he lifts your top leg and straddles the lower. 

"Ready, baby?" he asks as the head of his cock pushes into your waiting entrance, the delicious stretch of that first thrust always leaving you gasping. You twist your torso just in time to catch his eyes as he slides against your walls, fillings you incredibly deep until his heavy balls slap against your clit.

"Fuck," you cry out when he leans forward, wrapping your top leg over his hip as he ruts into you, grunting as he bottoms out every time. 

"Beg for my cum," he leans down and bites your breast, fucking you harder, his bedframe slamming into the wall, "beg for it, and I'll decide if you deserve it."

"Please, Eddie," you whimper, not knowing if you've ever been fucked this hard or deep before. 

"Please what, baby?" he licks his thumb and brings it to your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. 

"Please, I want your cum," you plead, trying to tug him closer, "Fill me so full it will be leaking out of me until I come back."

"Will that get you off?" he stays deep, his shallow thrusts punishing that spot on your velvety walls, "If I fill up this tight pussy?"

"I'm going to cum so hard." 

The feeling of him pulsing cum into your pussy, sets you off, your whole body shaking, feeling completely used and fucked had you cumming harder on his dick than you ever had before. He collapses on top of you, drenched in sweat, placing lazy wet kisses on your cheeks. You're so full you wish he would stay inside forever.

"Eddie?"

"Mmmhmm?"

"Maybe I can skip camp and stay with you this week?"

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[fullcravings]

Lucky Charms Marshmallow Treats

[mrsarnasdelicious]

A Very Fedaravicius Christmas - Day 14

Bartender!Sihtric

Sihtric locks up after the last drunkard leaves.

"It's just you and me, beautiful." He comes back to the bar. "So?" You play innocent. "So take off that skirt and sit your bare ass on the bar, so I can have that pussy for dinner." Sihtric replies. You giggle and oblige, shimmying down your pencil skirt. You are not wearing panties underneath. Just like he had ordered....

"Such a fucking good girl for me." Sihtric growls.

You climb up onto the bar, putting your feet down on two stools. "You look so fucking delicious, baby." Sihtric groans. He grabs your legs, putting them over his shoulders, before he dives in to feast. You can only moan below his hot mouth. His tongue, lips and teeth explore your sensitive, wet flesh. He groans, sucking down on your clit and fucking you with his tongue. He eats you like he's starving.

You pull at his curls and buck up against his face. "Fuck baby, don't you dare stop." You whine. "I wouldn't dare." Sihtric growls against your cunt. He pushes two fingers into you and your pleasure elevates. "So good to me!" You cry out. "Cum for me." It is an order. And your body obeys, as your inner walls contract on his fingers.

Your climax has not yet subsided when he replaces his fingers with his cock, making you all but scream his name.

[yellowcakeuf6]

Very quick evening sketch of Kathryn Janeway done from Memory (?)

[gutwrenchflowerbomb]

[abonbons]

aim 🔫

(arcane study for pixel dailies)

[ivereadthemanual]

From mothering to motoring.

Yeah sure, I see your vision. There you go @purgratoriat

[rmd-writes]

Let Me Hear Your Body Talk

He’s watching Carlos on the pull up bars from across the gym as he repeatedly – with an ease that TK is a little jealous of – hoists himself up. Carlos is wearing a light grey tank top and shorts that may as well be painted onto his thighs and TK is offended by the way that the tank top obstructs his view of Carlos’ back. He can see the way his muscles ripple underneath the top, and based on the way his bare arms and shoulders flex and dip under a sheen of sweat, TK is convinced that Carlos should workout shirtless.

aka the next instalment of the gym AU that exists because I am a weak woman who cannot say no to my friends and because TK is a thirsty bitch and no one should blame him for that.

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[ask-flux-chord]

Ancient Tidings - Page 28

From the bowels creeps an unseen foe.

[landofspaceandrainbows]

A Drabble (or almost a drabble)

Michael Shelley, Gertrude Robinson

~

A faint drizzle, cool, strikes his skin.

"Later, Gertie!"

"See you when you get back." She squeezes his hand.

~

The door swings shut behind him. He can hear it latch, stifles a sob.

The gray haired woman's voice. "Thank you for the tea, Michael." From far away memory.

He stares at the eighth distorted painting. It looks like hi- static consumes the word. His throat bent backward.

"I like you Michael, glad you're safe from Prentiss." It whispers down the corridors. Or the corridors of his memories.

"Our first job in the Archive is to Protect. It's why Gerry has those tattoos."

What is protection then, What is care. What is a hand? What is laughter?

He hears the bright laughter rolling down the halls.

[raris-mose-art]

Zippy found dead in Miami

[futuristicsaladparadise]

Two bits! Four bits! Six bits! A dollar!

All for the gougers, stand up and holler!

[taylorthrift]