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𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫- 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟔𝟐𝟖

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐞/𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐂𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐮𝐛-𝐂𝐨𝐧. 𝐏𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 (𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧) 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 :( 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐔! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤!

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 @suzs-fic-library 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

The smell of coffee brewing filled the air, twirling with the sizzling sounds of bacon cooking on the stove.

You filled two mugs with sugar, two teaspoons for you and three for Eddie, before pulling the creamer out from the fridge.

Eddie’s hip bumped against yours as he flipped another pancake and turned the bacon, a smile spreading across his face as his eyes flashed with a teasing look.

You reached out, tickling the bit of skin his cropped tank failed to hide, pulling a round of giggles from him.

“Stop that.” He snorted as he swatted you with the spatula, missing as you moved away from him, your own laughter mixing with his.

Creeping up behind him, you wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing tight as you press a kiss to his bare shoulder.

“Make me.”

You suck in a sobering breath as you spot Bucky at the kitchen table, sitting with nothing but a mug of coffee in front of him and a stoic look on his perfectly chiseled face. His flesh hand is holding his head as he rubs at his temple with his thumb.

Are you really gonna do this?

Sam sees you in your pause at the corner of the hallway and comes up to meet you.

“You look like you’re having regrets, but I am begging you, please don’t go back on me now,” he whispers as you both look on at Bucky still alone in the kitchen.

“I don’t know, Sam… This feels kind of mean.”

“Don’t think of it as being mean, think of it as you making my day!”

TJ’s 2K Request celebration!

@nailbatanddungeon : “I have a request for youuu. Okay, this is Eddie x Virgin!reader, reader is still new to everything, but there is one thing that the reader needs but is scared to push because the reader is TOUCH STARVED (So am I)”

Cw: reader and Eddie are in their mid to late 20’s, touch starved virgin!reader, angst, fluff, alcohol, throwing up(too much alcohol consumption), hangovers, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, protected sex. Friends to lovers

WC: 3.1k

I hope you enjoy!! 💗

“You’ll get there; you’re just a late bloomer, is all”

A late bloomer, you’ve heard it your whole life- and you’re sick of it. Sick of feeling behind in life? You’re in your twenties now and getting absolutely shit-faced because you’ve never done anything in this game of never have I ever.

You, Nancy, Steve, Eddie, Robin, Jonathan, and a few others were at the block party, and you somehow ended up involved in the juvenile game.

“Never have I ever kissed the same gender,” you drank.

the thought of eddie munson just being so desperate and aching in the middle of the night that he sleepily, desperately ruts up against the curve of your ass, tip leaking steadily all over the silk of your sleep shorts.

it’s. a thing. always has been a thing. your shorts meant the green light for him to grind and slide up against you in a feverish heat, moonlight peaking through the gap in the curtains and casting the hasty motions in your shadows.

you’re barely awake, only just rousing enough to get with the program and wiggle up against him, make it known he’s okay to keep going even as you bury your face into the pillow sleepily. you roll your hips, marvelling in the way his length kicks up at the movement.

he’s plastered right up against you from chest to thighs, moaning high pitched and desperate into your ear, mouthing at your neck as he ruts a little quicker. until he slides against you differently, askew enough to have his entire shaft slipping between the apex of your thighs, nestled in the tight heat of your sweaty skin, the curve of his tip slipping over your clit through a thin layer of satin.

“please, please baby, lemme stay here. can i?” he begs, peppering kisses against your shoulder and you can’t help but nod when he slides between your thighs again and nudges that bundle once more.

it’s hot, sweaty, the steady stream of pre leaking from his flushed red tip more than enough to slick up the way as he thrusts inside your thighs. you moan, can’t help yourself as the prickle of heat and want shoots up your spine and buries deep. you never expected it to feel so good, to keep you stimulated as much as it did him.

“so fucking good, sweetheart. even your thighs fuck me up, so tight.” eddie’s so stuck to your back he’s practically moulding into you, the bite of his fingertips teetering on painful in the dip of your waist as he uses his grip for leverage to keep thrusting. his curls stuck to your sweaty skin, kisses turning to biting and sucking as he teeters close.

you can’t help the noises that fall from your own lips, needy and hungry for it. it feels good. so good. to feel how desperate he is to get off, listen to how pathetic he sounds being brought to the edge by nothing more than the squeeze of your thighs and the roll of your hips. he knew how to make your head big, so in love with you and turned on by your body that he’d fuck any part you were willing to offer up.

it’s all too much, even with your eyes shut. so when you open them and look down, watching the head of his cock sliding in and out of your thighs and covering you in creamy spatters, it’s too much. your body coils tight like a spring and you’re reaching your own peak before he reaches his, clamping your thighs even tighter with the sheer force of it.

“holy shit, did you—? oh god, fuck it’s so wet, ngh,” eddie thrusts behind you sporadically, sucking right on the tip of your shoulder as he cums in between your thighs, thick spurts soothing the slight sting of your skin, painting you in a gorgeous pearlescent mess.

I have a slutty thot

Ralph loves being jerked off. He adores the "sinfulness" of it. Especially when you have your hand stuffed down the front of his pants while some party for Victoria's friend rages on in the next room. The feeling of getting caught fills his heart with a type of excitement that he never thought he'd grow to love. You always take the lead with him, much to his delight, so he gets to whimper and kiss on you while you stroke him off in the coat closet. He's a whiny little baby too, making so much noise that he tries to hide. High pitched little whines, stuttered moans of your name, begs and pleas, cries for God/more/mercy. Its adorable. Almost as adorable as when he has to lean on you for support. He loves it, he just loves clinging to you and fucking your hand like a needy little thing. The playful way you speak to him, a perfect mix of praise and degradation has his cock flexing excitedly. He loves when you make him watch you touch him instead of hiding his face in the crook of your neck. The softness of your hand paired with the unbearably erotic sight of it wrapped around his pretty pink cock makes him cum faster than he thought possible. When he does cum, you catch it in your handkerchief that you may or may not have for this exact reason. His knees buckle, he has completely fallen before but that was when you blew him for the first time and made his stand up for it.

realistically, i think older!tom is the type of man to smoke immediately post-sex and then just conk out. like there’s no round two. there’s very minimal romantic pillow talk. he fucks, he gets high, and then he goes to sleep.

of course, you’re included in this! transplanting you into his routines (even the strangest among them) is his love language. so he’s passing you the joint and letting you take puffs of it, he’s chatting shit with you about whatever his odd little himbo brain (said with love) thinks of, and he’s cuddling up to you as he drifts off to sleep.

babe wake up new eddie reaction pic just dropped

this perfectly encapsulates the online experience

haven’t had any complaints yet

For @urhoneycombwitch, 1. { going } down on them in the backseat of a car and 17. { laughing } mid way through from this list of smut -ing prompts. 18+, MDNI 2k

cw: older eddie/older reader, semi-public, oral (m receiving), allusions to other sex acts, passing drug/alcohol references, and some good old goofy fluff

The bench seat in the center row of Eddie’s van sagged as you and he landed on it, the soft creak of ancient springs mixing with the sounds of your airy giggles and the smack of your lips meeting in feverish kisses. His hands roamed over your body, squeezing at any curve of yours he could find, his rings catching on your cardigan as he pushed it off your shoulders and it fell to the floor.

A devious kind of chuckle rumbled in his chest seeing your exposed neck and he latched onto it, groans and grunts of excitement making his lips vibrate against the patch of skin behind your ear. It made you gasp, gripping tight onto his biceps and shivering automatically in response.

Even you had to admit, it was fun seeing him so worked up. 

When they shyly ask to eat your pussy and then moan into it like a slut when you let them