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eddies-whoreee · 1 year
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You can’t tell me this man doesn’t love when you talk to his dick or loves to talk to your pussy.
After not seeing Eddie for a week because you guys have been busy, as soon as you see him you pull him into a sloppy and needy make out. You drop to your knees immediately. Once you get his dick out you give it a wet kiss. “I’ve missed you so much, you don’t know how bad I need you” you tell it pumping it slowly. Your words making Eddie whimper and his cock twitch.
As your bobbing your head up and down. Eagerly wanting his cum in your mouth, you pull off, his cock leaving your mouth with a pop! “Don’t ever leave me for that long again.” You state taking him back in your mouth. You talking to his dick made him go feral, his head was thrown back his hips shuttered with every lick and suck you gave his cock. “Oh fuck! Gonna cum baby” he moans desperately. You chuckle pulling yourself off him. Still pumping his cock at a fast pace. “So needy, s’all you need is to cum” you coo at his dick giving it a long lick from the base to the slit on the tip which sends him overboard. His white ropes spurt out all over your face and his thighs. You gasp and it hits your cheeks and nose. Once you help him ride out his orgasm. You kiss the tip one last time. “You’re a messy boy” you giggle at it.
Now Eddie, he always talks to your pussy. When you get to his trailer, he doesn’t greet you. He greets your pussy. He’ll grab you and throw you on the bed making you gasp. And he settles between your thighs, throwing your legs over his shoulder. He nudges your clothed pussy with his nose, “hey pretty baby, missed you.” He gives it a kiss. “Eddie hello, I’m your girlfriend” you tell him. He looks at you then back at your pussy. “Someone’s jealous” he mumbles to your cunt. Making you giggle.
Sometimes you can’t even tell who he’s talking to. Like one day we walked into your room, “hey princess” he says going to lay next to you. “Hey ba-” you are cut off by him flipping you on your back. “I wasn’t talking to you. I’m talking to my favorite girl” he says with a goofy smile staring down at you cunt. “Eddie! I’m supposed to be your favorite girl!” You squeal. “You’re in my top five!” He states kissing your clothed pussy. “Who beside my pussy is before me?!?” You question shocked. “ one is your pussy, two is your tits, three is your ass, and 4th is you!” He speaks taking off your cotton shorts. “And number five?” You ask. He thinks for a moment. “Oh never mind you’re number five. 4 is your thighs” he stares nonchalantly before diving into your pussy making you forget what you guys were even talking about.
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writeforfandoms · 2 years
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Thinking about a Friday night with Frankie.
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Thinking about how the two of you might go out for dinner and drinks. To a bar or a diner - fancy isn't really his style. And he'd treat you to whatever you wanted.
What he loves most about these dates is making you happy. And getting to show you off on his arm, although he's more subtle about it. A gentle hand to your lower back guiding you along. His arm around your shoulders. Depending on the season, if you get cold, he'll insist you wear his jacket.
(And of course that has nothing to do with the fact that a primal part of him absolutely purrs at seeing you in his clothes.)
And he's a gentleman. Pulls out your seat, or lets you choose which side of a booth you want. Makes sure that you have everything you want. And that means everything. If you wanna splurge and get a milkshake? He's ordering your favorite if you forget to mention it to the waitress.
Date nights are for fun, not for worries.
And he'll sit there and listen to you talk about anything you want, this soft smile on his face. He'll talk too, of course, but he just loves listening to you. Loves how passionate you get. Loves the way you laugh, the way you use items on the table to explain things.
It isn't until things are winding down that the teasing starts.
A gentle touch to your knee under the table. One of his feet setting between yours, his leg forcing yours further apart. His gaze dipping down your throat to your chest, and then dragging back up.
The teasing keeps up on the drive home. He puts his hand on your knee while he drives, and slowly inches it up your leg all the way home. He always times it perfectly to apply just the barest teasing pressure to where you're drenched for him just as you arrive home.
He's on you as soon as you're out of the car, backing you into the garage door and letting his hands wander as the two of you make out.
Somehow, somewhere in there, the door opens, and he controls the pace backwards. Clothes fly (you're pretty sure your shirt lands in the sink), and then your back hits the couch, and those big hands are caging your hips as he makes you his dessert, barely even coming up for air until you've come apart on his tongue.
Maybe you make it to the bed. Maybe you stay on the couch. Either way, he gets his fill of you before he fucks you, slow to the point of teasing before he shifts his weight, changes the angle just a little, and makes it his goal to get you to scream his name.
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mauvecherie-writes · 2 years
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i'm 100% sure that lewis loves the "look at yourself" thing while they're fucking...
NSFW Smutty thots below. 😮‍💨
He’s got your legs on his waist and he’s pinning yours down with one hand as he fucks you and the other is holding your head in place. You keep coming and making a mess but he loves it and taunts you. “You’re just a dumb little slut, can’t even control yourself. You keep coming bc daddy’s just fucking you that good. So desperate for my cock, you can’t contain yourself”
He shifts so that your legs are resting on his thighs as he pumps in and out of you. He holds your head and forces your back to curve to that you can look down at where your bodies are connected.
“Look at yourself. Look how you cream so much and drown me in your cum.” He groans as you gasp. Because of how contorted your body was, the weight of him inside of you was so much heavier. Your thighs began to tremble as tears trail down your cheeks.
“Daddy please!” You shudder as you came again. His hands in your hair tighten their grip as he fucks your harder.
“I’m not fucking done with you.”
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corrieguards · 11 months
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NSFW Tup thots below 18+
This boy absolutely fucking loves tits.
Holding them, squeezing them, sucking them, even just looking at them- Anything, he just loves them.
His favorite place to be is laying down between your legs, head resting on your chest and suckling on one of your nipples. Bonus points if your raking your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp and petting his curls.
And when you start moaning underneath him, fisting his hair and tugging on it... Fuck, it's enough to make him cum on the spot, groaning against your tits and rutting his hips until he's made a pretty mess on the mattress.
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bitchin-beskar · 1 year
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ok another COD thot this time about daddy price: ok so we know i have daddy issues and he just HITS THE SPOT like ugh....the beard....the voice....everything. i want this man to call me his babygirl while he fucks all the thoughts out of my head. plz sir its all i ask for
kooks...
i don't have daddy issues and that still hits the spot holy shitttttt
i just...
babygirl ugh i wantttttt
i wanna be the literal definition of head empty no thoughts plsssss
this honestly sounds like a literal dream pls and thank you i'll take two
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p0orbaby · 1 year
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Some dirty thots under the cut
This is such a random question but what do people think about ass play?
I’m thinking of writing something with either Nat/Wanda x reader where they’re doing the do and in the middle of it one of them is like pls play with my ass and r is just like ?? Okay yeah sure
It’s so out of the blue but r does as told and gets super turned on at the thought of their gf/wife/fuck buddy or whatever asks them to do that
Would people wanna see that written or nah???
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fcthots · 6 months
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OKAY SO. I was thinking abt Jason fucking you raw for the first time and he's all dizzy and giddy when he puts it in and he has to like pause for a sec because if he moves he's 99% sure he's gonna cum and like YEAH. i need this man BADLY. anyways...
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This came out more cracky than I intended
"Fuck, Jason. Move."
"Can't."
"What the fuck do you mean you can't? If you don’t hurry up and fuck me-'
'I mean if I move I'm gonna cum."
"You haven't even been inside me for a full minute."
"Shut up. You feel so good. Can't help it. Gimme a minute."
"Jason," you whine, "please."
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ang3lofsmalldeath · 1 year
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steve harrington x shy-ish! needy! reader smut
inspired by this lovely piece of work from @stevestummy/nsfw blog @hungharrington 🫶
CW: d/s dynamics, praise, slight dumbification, shyness, reader has vagina, reader referred to as ‘girl’, unprotected PIV, & size kink but like in a steve being hung way, not in a fetishizing being skinny way.
minors DNI (not proofread)
lazy sundays were reserved for just you and your stevie. they weren’t always super “lazy”, every now and again he may decided to take his angel out for a sweet lil date. maybe a picnic or shopping trip. but today was in fact, lazy. after, rolling around in bed, kissing each other silly for a while, steve had made you both soup and sandwiches for lunch. then you sat on the couch together, curled into steve’s chest as he lazily played with your hair, watching some movie that you couldn’t remember the name of, and you had good reason to forget.
you had been wound up for your boy since the sun rose and splashed against his mole covered back. when steve woke up, and sloppily kissed your lip, cheeks, and neck, you instantly felt heat overtake your body. it didn’t help that steve had placed his whole weight on top of you, like an anxiety blanket. you went on like that for an unknown amount of time, it could’ve been minutes or hours. you wish it would’ve been for eternity, but alas, all good things come to an end. now, sitting so close to steve, taking the time to study the happy trail peaking out of his shirt and the soft bulge so visible in his sweats, you felt like you were going to die if steve didn’t touch you soon.
“stevie,” you whined, getting your boy’s attention, “i have somethin’ to tell you.” you watched steve’s brows furrow, clearly encouraging you to share. with a slight smirk on your face and your eyes shifting down, “‘m really, really wet.”
shocked by your uncharacteristic boldness, he breathily chuckled before urging you to get on his lap, “c’mere baby,” he said patting his lap. once you climbed into his lap, he said a sweet “hi honey,” before quickly attaching his lips to yours. huffing out of your nose, you accepted his attack, waiting a moment to fight back. his lips upturned into a smile the second you did, putting his hand on your face, he graciously slipped his tongue in your mouth. you stayed like that for a while, until your hips began to move against his. his mouth began to nip at your lips to your jaw to your neck, worsen the throbbing in between your legs until you couldn’t stand it anymore.
“please stevie,” you begged as he pulled away to look at your features, “i want you,” you whined at him, almost begging.
“you want me what?” steve teased, trying to get your courage from earlier to come back. but, it didn’t as you just flashed him the biggest puppy dog eyes you had and whimpered a slight bit in response, “aw, are you being shy again, angel? let me help you then.” steve grabbed your hips and made you stand up as he pulled down your shorts, but left your underwear on. he patted his lap again, but your face fell into a frown in response as you climbed back onto him. he noticed this almost instantly, “what’s wrong, baby?”
“i want you to touch me, without my panties on, right now,” you whined, making steve only giggle in return, moving his hand to pull your panties to the side. then he just paused for a moment to make a remark about your behavior.
“my girl, so spoiled, huh?” he then began to lightly stroke your cunt with his two fingers, glancing down at it, he noticed how soaked you were and how wet his sweats were getting. cock straining in his pants, he began to circle your clit, trying to his baby ready as quickly as he could. “such a pretty little pussy my angel has, she’s so so wet for me,” you let out the loudest, pained whine either of you had heard up until this point.
“stevieee, i need you now, okay? please i need your cock, i can’t wait,” you begged, knowing steve had yet to let you to take it without at least making you cum once before due to the sheer size of his cock, but you wanted it so bad.
instantly hard as a rock to your proposal, steve wanted to say yes so bad, but he had to be certain you really wanted it. “sweetheart, are you sure? i dont want to hurt you.”
sighing, frustrated almost to the point if tears, you promised him, “won’ hurt me, baby, i can take it, please, ‘m so wet f’you,”
“okay be a good girl and take me out, honey,” steve agreed and so you did as he asked, shaky hands pulling his sweats down to reveal the hardness you’d been dripping onto this whole time. he was always big, like really big, but today his tip was extra flushed and leaking, veins straining against his natural curve making the concept of taking all him more intimidating than usually. once he was freed, he grabbed your hand, and put his palm towards, spitting in it than glancing back down at his cock. you gave him a few tentative strokes, watching his eyes flutter before cautiously lining yourself up with him. steve, ever the doting lover, grabbed your hips and began to sink you down onto him. you wouldn’t lie and say the sting wasn’t more intense than usually. it felt pretty good at first, but then it felt like he was tearing you apart with barely the tip of dick.
“wait, please, i can’t” you moaned, the ache in between you growing more apparent, “‘s too much, cock’s too big.” listening to your whimpers, one of steve’s hands moved to stroke your cheek.
“what’d i tell you, angel, hm? it was gunna hurt you. want me to stop, baby? let me eat your little cunt first and try again?” steve’s proposal did intrigue you, but you had other ideas. as you sat atop his cock, listening to him, your pussy had become to relax and flutter around steve’s tip, feeling much more comfortable.
“hmph, no, baby can y-you just stay and um,” you trailed off, grabbing steve’s hand off your cheek and lightly sucking on his thumb as his eyes grew twice their size out of curiosity and lust. once you popped his thumb out of your mouth, your hand, moved his back down to where you two were connected. you pleaded with him, “please, jus’ touch me and maybe stay right here, stevie? you can move a lil, jus’ really gently, okay? hurts t’much today,” for split second steve was confused about what you were trying to say, and then understood what you were asking for. he began to circle your clit while one hand moved your hips up and down
“oh, my spoiled baby, i love you,” steve dreamily sighed, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “want jus’ want a quarter of it, yeah? can’ handle such a big dick in such a tiny little pussy? good girl using your words, y’know i’d give my girl anythin’ if you ask, honey,” steve spewed uncontrollably, more turned on than it felt like he every had been before. he watched your legs already start to quiver as your eyes squeezed shut. “lemme know if ‘t hurts, okay, sweet girl? wanna make you feel good, wanna make you cum on me baby.” you moaned out to his confession, his words spurring you on.
“feels s’so good, stevie, y’fillin’ me up so good, i-i feel s’good,” you babbled, as steve sped up his assault on your clit and pushed your hips just a little bit further down, at this point, still barely taking half of all his length.
“mhm, baby? must feel really good, you can barely talk straight right now. s-shit you’re clenching me so damn hard too, baby, fuck me,” steve teased you, groaning out as your cunt wrapped even tighter around him. he could tell you were getting close, and changed nothing about his work besides add a little more pressure to your clit, still rubbing tight wet circles on it. “y’gunna cum, sweet girl? this all it take? rubbing your little clit and giving you only some of my cock? that’s so cute, honey. fuck, why don’t you cum, huh? wanna be a good girl and soak my dick? make me s’so proud of y-you,” he stuttered out, trying to keep his composure, as you neared your end.
“uhuhuh, steve, i-i’m, mmm gonna cum- kiss me, please kiss-“ you pleaded with him before he kissed you hard. your legs squeezed shut, body rocking against his as you shook with the waves of your orgasm, finally, overtaking your body. it was so much all at once.
“i know, sweetheart, i know, feels so good, huh? cumming like that on me, yeah? look at your pretty legs shake, baby, jus’ breath love,” steve said when your mouth fell away from his. he shushed you as you continued to ride it out atop of him, tears welling in your eyes. once you had completely finished, steve took you off his still-hard cock and pulled you to his chest. “shit, you’re tremblin’ like a fuckin’ leaf, sweet angel,” he whispered before kissing the top of your head, squeezing you tight as you caught your breath.
you both sat there, for as long as need to as your legs stop shaking and your breath slowed to a steady pace. you were thinking about asking steve to come and give you shower, until you realized something: steve didn’t get to cum yet. you ripped yourself away from his chest, catching a startled steve dead in the eyes, “you didn’t cum yet, baby, can i help you please?”
he blushed at his sweet girl before responding, “wanna make me feel good, honey, yeah?” you nodded your head as fast as you could, your boy deserved to cum as hard as you did. “m’kay baby, but im real tired after moving y’hips like that, so why don’t you go and use that pretty little mouth of yours on my dick, sweet thing. yeah, be a good girl and clean your cum off m’cock?”
and that’s exactly what you did.
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bianquitasunderworld · 6 months
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I’m obsessedddd with the idea of sub!frank. Like that man was a soldier and he follows karen like a lost puppy. Maybe not all the time, but yk that man likes to be told what to do
Submissive Solider
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Warnings: smut, talks of sex.
Parings: Frank Castle x Reader
A/N: This is more of a thought/blurb? Omg I’m sorry I got carried away, this man just does things to me. Also does anyone know how you get one of these thin border/divider things, i’ve been looking for one in pink and I just can’t find one. ⬇️ 😭
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This man absolutely follows his partner around like a lost puppy everywhere, everywhere.
Don’t get me wrong, Frank loves being dominant, loves taking control of you, mind and body, but there are days where he just needs to take a break, days where he doesn’t want to think for himself.
On those days he starts arguments, and has an attitude until you decide you’ve had it with his behavior, with him. Some days Frank puts up a fight, he’ll be bratty, he’s giving you lip until you fight him into submission which is difficult. But on those days where he just gives in. No arguments, no talking back. Those are the days where you know he’s having a really rough time.
Frank is willingly to do anything on those days, he’ll listen and do as told, he’ll beg. He’ll get on his knees while looking up at you, kissing your thighs, pleading for even just a look at your chest or under your skirt.
He’s so shameless when he’s in a submissive headspace, he loves doing anything in his power to please you. Frank adores your whimpers, moans and whines, any noises that escape your lips from his doing is music to his ears.
Now I don’t think he’s the type to call you mommy in bed…but there has definitely been times where the word is on the tip of his tongue. There has been times where you just make him feel soo good and he just wants to groan ‘Mommy.’
I feel like he’s definitely more of the ma’am type, I don know if he’d be the type to say any other titles than Mommy and Ma’am.
One night though, one night when Frank is so tired, so, so tired and just needs a break, he’ll come home and find you cooking in the kitchen or reading some book he recommend and he just gives you ‘that’ look with his stupidly beautiful eyes.
You don’t have to ask any questions before you’re taking off your shirt and laying in bed, letting him suck your tits. He just lays there with you caressing his head, running your nails against his scalp comforting him to the best of your ability. Kissing his head while he runs his hand down your hips. He groans as soon as he wraps his mouth around your tit, sucking and groaning.
He treats this moment as if it’s something he never wants to forget, as if he never wants to leave it. Now, it happens when you have to pull him off for a second. He just so needy for you, he needs you. Frank groans ‘Mommy’ his voice is deep, it’s clear he’s desperate. He looks up at you. His eyes starring into your soul begging for more.
God the things it does to you just hearing it leave his mouth, God you didn’t even realize you liked that until it left his mouth, Franks mouth. You just have to give in, you have to. He’s your solider, ‘The Punisher.’ For the first time he’s begging you for something and you just have to give in, just have to let him have it.
This will usually always leads to passionate sex with soft caresses followed by ‘I love you’s’ and ‘So good Frankie.’
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hungharrington · 10 months
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since you are likely my favorite user for steve blurbs right now, i am here to share my thots.
i just wanna make out with steve in that stupid bmw. middle of summer, he’s in some stupid little shorts and a crop top, all breathless and shit UGH just let me know your thoughts on this important topic 🎤
firstly, i’m so very flattered 🥹 ur a very talented writer yourself so i was a beside myself receiving this from u! i’m sorry it took me so long! my thoughts are…. well it’s such a delicious thought i had 2 expand….
The radio sounds just a little bit out of tune when you’re this far out from Hawkins. 
The noise a bit grainy, coming out low and wavy from the speakers in Steve’s car and mixing with the heat waves of the hottest season. It’s baking hot this summer— mirror mirages spill onto the roads, flocks of people gather to the lakeside, and swim-suits are the only appropriate apparel to combat the sweltering temperatures. 
You, however, are entirely too hot for another reason altogether today. 
Steve is always warm. He seems to glow from the inside, always hot enough to warm your cold hands should you worm them under his shirt — though, he always yelps and bats them away. Loves it secretly. Today, he feels as warm as sunlight itself under your touch.
His lips have been softened from your endless kisses and there’s a laziness in the press of his mouth against yours. His hands are gentle, tracing invisible patterns up your sides and back. It’s slow — a gentle push and pull of you in his lap, your legs slung atop his bare thighs and arms around his neck, messy kisses shared. 
You love summer, if only for the fact it gets Steve into shorts. The pair he’s in now are cherry red, white lining the edges and all the motion has them riding up his thighs. The paler  softer parts of his thighs are exposed and you have a half mind to slink down and continue your kisses there. Fingers twined in his hair, you give a soft scratch along the nape of his neck and are rewarded with a soft sigh in Steve’s kiss. 
The song on the radio tapers off and there’s a crackle of the radio’s host voice, announcing something in a mumble you can’t hear. Steve’s hands on your waist pull you closer, rocking your down and you release a little groan, fire catching in your tummy at the friction when— 
“Oh, man, I love this song.” Steve pulls back abruptly, interrupting your heated make-out. He licks his swollen lips which are sheened with your spit and you blink at him, surprised. It takes another second for a smile to slip onto your lips as Steve scrunches his eyes closed for a second, beginning to sing along lowly as he bangs his head lightly. 
“Just take those old records off the shelf…” He opens his eyes again and smiles at you. He’s so handsome that it makes your stomach swoop. 
“D’ya know it?” He asks, one hand leaving your hand to push some hair behind your ear. You nod, taking advantage of the closeness and smacking a quick kiss onto the inside of his wrist. Steve melts a bit, sinking further back into the drivers seat with a gooey grin. 
You’re glad for it, relishing in your new view— eyes skim down his chest, fixing hungrily on the sliver of his tummy that’s exposed. The shirt he’s wearing is killer. You had full on stammered when you climbed into the passenger seat, at the cropped and loose shirt Steve was wearing; the tan skin skin of his midriff well on display. Paired with those shorts? You had uttered a silent prayer, unsure if you were giving thanks or asking for some goddamn mercy. 
“S’good song,” He says, though his eyes have got that distracted look in them, utterly trained on you. 
His hands paw at your side, nails scraping to bring your closer for another round of lazy making out. But you dodge his kiss— dotting a quick kiss on his cheek before you nose under his jaw. Steve takes a second to catch on, not moving to give you any space. You nuzzle in closer and make a little noise, nose pushing at his jaw til he finally tilts his head back, letting you creep closer. 
Lips meet skin and you kiss, kiss, kiss- til your desire grows and expands, threads of lust twinging in your tummy. You suckle, nibbling and soothing the skin — the heat of the day wanes around you, fueling you more. Below you, you can feel Steve’s hips shift around, his hardness growing beneath you. 
“You’re a fiend,” Steve teases. It loses all heat with how breathless he sounds. 
“Says the one who brought me out to Lover’s Lake,” You lick a hot stripe up his neck, taking his earlobe into your mouth and Steve groans loudly, grip on your tightening. “Wouldn’t exactly say you’re full of pure intentions.” 
“Touché,” He breathes. Then pulls you down, rocking your hot cunt against his cock once more, both your soft groans mixing in the hot summer air. 
Steve grins, saccharine and devilish all at once, and you waste no time in kissing it away, hands twisting in back into his hair with a tug. The fire from inside, heavy with lust, and the warmth from outside, the blistering setting sun, mix and mingle— as you let the your sun-kissed boy take you apart in beemer, lakeside. 
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thepastdied · 10 months
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You're half asleep while laying your head on bestfriend!Eddie's lap and watching a movie. You're thinking of sucking him off, and you end up nuzzling your face into his dick, pulling it out when it gets hard and lazily sucking him off. He's in complete shock but ends up helping you move your head cause you're so sleepy, rolling it slowly back and forth as he grinds up into your mouth and babbles
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eddies-whoreee · 1 year
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No Thoughts Just Eddie Fucking You Dumb & Teasing You About It.
You’d be so fucked out that you can’t even speak full words. Just little noises and half words.
“I- ugh- can- oh!” Your eyes roll in the back of your head as he pounds into you from behind. He has you hair in a makeshift ponytail. He chuckles keeping his relentless pace. “What? Baby I can’t understand what you’re saying” he says smugly. “C’mon use you words or I’m gonna stop” he tells you, knowing you can barely comprehend words. “Nononono! P-please! S-s-so, fuck! Mmm” you cry out. He lands a harsh slap on your ass.
Or he’ll mock your broken moans while laughing at you. It’ll make you cry. “Aww baby it’s okay my dumb little baby, just let daddy take care of you” he coos as he pounds into you.
Afterwards your eyelids are heavy and you can barely keep them open, he’ll kiss up your body making you whimper. “Did so good baby, always such a good girl” he whispers in your ear wiping the tears from your face and gives your forehead a soft kiss. “Mm d-daddy” you mumble. “I love you so much princess” he says nudging your chin with his nose making you giggle. “L-Love you too” you manage to say with a tired yawn. “Let’s take a nap then we can take a shower, m’kay?” You nod wrapping your arm around his torso and snuggling close you him, laying your head on his chest. He hums in satisfaction, before you two drift asleep.
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writeforfandoms · 2 years
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Thinking about Jack "Whiskey" Daniels today
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Thinking about the way he'd kiss you as soon as he got home, because he missed you all day
How he'd kiss you slow and soft and sweet, and use all your favorite pet names as he told you how he'd missed you. Sugar. Darlin'. Sweetheart. How he doesn't even bother to change before he pulls you in, hugging you, content to just be for a few moments with you.
Or those times when he's a little more needy. When he backs you against the front door, kisses hungry and sloppy, pushing one big strong thigh between yours. How one big hand holds your hip, encouraging you to move against his thigh. Then he ducks his head to kiss your neck, hitching your leg up around his hip, grinding into you. How the two of you just shove enough clothing down and out of the way for him to fill you, stretching you out on his cock, enjoying all the sounds he can get you to make.
"That's it, sugar," he'd croon, holding you steady even as he pounds you into the door. "Lemme hear you."
How he wouldn't let up until you were both sated, at least for the moment.
And then he'd order dinner in because, well, he's feeling a bit peckish, darlin', maybe you'd let him have a little dessert first?
And if he's still disheveled when he takes the food from the delivery person, if he's smug as a cat in cream, if his moustache is still a little smeared with you, well... he's certainly not ashamed. And he won't let you be, either.
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mauvecherie-writes · 2 years
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I sent this in to her but i’d like to see how you explore it - “do i feel good daddy, you like that?”
Some smutty thots beneath 😋 Also goes a little hand in hand with the ask I got about Lewis being more submissive than we think 😉
The lights in the living room were dimmed low. After a busy day ahead, the two of you loved nothing more than lazing on the couch, recapping on the day. Lewis never kept his hands to himself, always touching you, arousing your senses. The teasing got too much for you and you pinned his hands to the top of the couch.
“Keep your hands right there.” You instructed. His cock was already hard beneath you and you were too wet to For any more foreplay. Pulling your dress up to your waist and your panties to the side, you sunk down on him and the two of you gasped.
His fingers were digging into the couch as you rode his cock. Your hot walls pulsating as you bounced up and down, loving the way that his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his breathless gasps turned you on even more. You trailed kisses along the length of his neck as you rolled your hips, making the tip of his cock brush against your g-spot.
“Baby, baby, ffuuccckkk.” He moaned as you nibbled on his ear.
“Do I feel good Daddy? You like that?” You purred, holding onto his waist and grinding into him harder. His head fell backwards as he growled as his chest heaved up and down as you felt him swell inside of you.
“Fuck yes. You feel so good baby. Always.” He replied, his voice broken with moans. When he began to whimper, that’s when you knew, he was about to cum. You smirked as you lightly kissed his chin.
“Good, cum inside me.” You whispered into his skin.
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hoeforhao · 8 months
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From the moment I've seen WONWOO IN THOSE LATEX PANTS AND JACKET FOR FIRE PERF IN FOLLOW TO SEOUL, all i've been thinking 'bout is 🔞
Sitting on his lap with a skirt, nothing under...your bare cunt rubbing against that cold latex sending waves of neediness for his dick throughout your folds and hole + bonus your almost sheer top grazing against his half naked chest and leather jacket, perking up your nipples like some peak!!
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mrsjellymunson · 5 months
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Having early morning thots about dom!Eddie and his thighs…
You’re absolutely not thinking about dom!Eddie and how he’s so easily got you into subspace just by stroking your hair, using those words he knows work so well and leaving gentle, wet, open mouthed kisses over the back of your neck.
You’re definitely not thinking about how he’s left you sitting on the chair whilst he walks away, standing, naked, sideways on to you, feet slightly apart, looking out of the window, only a few feet away.
You’re definitely not imagining dropping out of that chair onto your knees, crawling toward him, kneeling at his side as you shakily and tentatively run your hands up his shin and calf.
Not about how he languidly lights a cigarette, still looking out of the window, taking slow drags.
Definitely not thinking about how your breath is soft but uneven as you scootch in closer, running one hand over his knee and the other up the back of his thigh, the desire to be close to him morphing into absolute need.
You’re absolutely not imagining your chest brushing the side of his leg, your hands coming up to hold around his strong, solid, hairy thigh, your lips connecting with it in soft kisses, brushing the fur and flesh.
Not how your tongue laps out to taste his skin, moving over the strong muscle, your spit collecting on epidermis and fuzz.
Definitely not envisioning how his throbbing cock, standing to attention and resplendent against his taut abdomen, just above your eye level, is leaking the most delicate, shining drop of precum, and looks the most delicious you’ve ever seen it.
You’re definitely not imagining how you lift your hips and shift position so your knees straddle either side of his foot, and your core rests against the junction of his foot and ankle.
Definitely don’t visualise how your wet kisses to the front of his thigh turn into your tongue laving his muscles and your teeth nipping as you fill your mouth with as much of the taut flesh as you can.
Don’t think about how your hips start to gently rock, giving you a slight but delightful amount of friction where you need it most.
(Or how you think you hear his breath hitch, but you’re so deep you can’t be sure.)
Or how he finally (finally) looks down at you, just briefly, telling you you look so beautiful like this, before his gaze returns to the window.
And you’re definitely, definitely not thinking about how you feel when he states yes, you can touch him now…
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