So, I Started Trying To Write This Ages Ago And Now Suddenly There Is A Blurb? Idk How It Happened Either.

So, I started trying to write this ages ago and now suddenly there is a blurb? Idk how it happened either.

18+, MDNI 1.5k

cw: smutty smut, oral (m!receiving) dom-ish!eddie (he’s back to being a docile puddle by the end, dw), spit and tears and cum (oh my!), face fucking, but make it ~*~romantic~*~

There wasn’t a single part of you that didn’t hurt.

The hinge of your jaw aching from being stretched open, your numbed legs tingling from being folded underneath you, your knees stinging from the scratchy carpet fibers digging into them. Even your hips and shoulders were growing tight from trying to keep your back straight.

Your tired muscles screamed out for relief, for a second of respite—but they wouldn’t be getting it anytime soon. Not when the reason for their pain was so delectably and deliciously handsome.

“How’s that, sweetheart? You like that?”

Eddie’s voice was low and rumbly, emanating from deep in his chest. Just the sound of it made your center spasm and flutter, thighs clenching together in spite of them having fallen asleep.

The only noise you could make was wet gurgles and glucks that barely resembled actual words. You kept your head tipped back so he could watch your eyes fill with tears you could hardly see through. You didn’t need to see to know how gorgeous he looked, though.

Standing over your kneeling form as you gazed up at the soft planes of his torso and tattooed pecs; the barely-there pudge of his belly dusted with his happy trail that grew thicker and darker the further down it traveled; his chest that heaved in time with the persistent rock of his hips.

“Poor baby,” he tutted from overhead. “Can’t say anything with your mouth so full of my cock, huh? Can’t even tell me how much you like it?”

Sympathetic as his words were, his voice was anything but. There was a mocking edge to his tone and a glint in his dark eyes that was almost mean as he stared down at you. He gripped the side of your head, his strong fingers curling around the back of your neck to hold you in place as you received the brunt force of his thrusts. Every stroke was steady and even, his pace never wavering. You sucked in a big breath through your nose and swallowed in response to his question, drawing him deeper into the embrace of your throat and whining softly around him.

“You don’t have to tell me, sweetheart—I know you love this cock. That’s why you let me do this, right? ‘Cos you love it so much?”

You swallowed again, his tip inching down your throat with the motion. It made his brow pinch—just for a second—and his lips part in a breathy gasp he scrambled to hide. But he was too slow, and he felt the hum of pleasure you let out that threatened to unravel him completely.

Those fleeting seconds were the ones you lived for—the briefest flashes of your sweet, soft boy showing through the cracks in his facade when his domineering mask slipped ever so slightly.

As much as you liked this guy, that one was the one you loved. The only one you’d let do this.

“You know my favorite thing about this?” he asked, his grip tightening as his pace started to pick up, his domineering tone getting even lower and more leading, thick and dripping lewdly.

Trying to regain his upper hand.

As if he could ever lose it with you.

Your head shook as best it could with him buried in the back of your throat, and Eddie’s mouth split wide in a crooked smile, almost laughing as he continued in a deep burr.

“It’s that you can’t even argue with me when I tell you how well you’re doing.”

His words washed over you like an unrelenting wave of arousal. Your eyes bulged wide in your skull and you felt your spine go slack with the shivers that rippled down your back. Your head practically hung limp, only making it easier for Eddie to thrust freely until you were gagging.

The pool of spit that had collected in your mouth spilled past your lips and dribbled down your chin, your tongue sliding out of your mouth to lay flat as Eddie’s cock glided over it unforgivingly.

He was at full speed now, barely pulling his cock back before it was ramming back into your soft palate. The wiry hairs at his base tickled your nose and cheeks with each pass and you literally felt yourself sinking beneath his influence, turning liquid and pliant, almost soupy with lust.

“That’s right, baby,” he went on, “you can’t do anything but sit there and take it…”

The tears that had begun to well in your eyes flowed freely now. You blinked rapidly, squishing your lids together trying to clear your blurred vision, the mascara clinging to your lashes likely leaving behind those mottled black trails Eddie loved to see running down your cheeks.

Your chest burned, seizing in anticipation.

Eddie knew this about you, knew how your need for praise and approval was constantly at odds with your inability to accept it. You and he had talked at length about how you loved the rush of having someone compliment you, but it was consistently followed by an equal and opposite rush of shame. Feeling like you must have tricked or fooled them somehow into saying it.

His grin was triumphant when enough tears had trickled down your cheeks for you to see his face clearly, his plush lips spread wide in a wicked grin.

Eddie was so quick to compliment you, to ply you with talk that was as exalting as it was filthy.

He was your biggest cheerleader—determined not to let you think for a second you were anything less than the talented, intelligent, kind, complex, hilarious, fucking ravishing creature he saw when he looked at you. But it was difficult, particularly in this area, for you to take his words to heart. To not immediately think he was just getting swept up in the moment, that he didn’t mean any of it. That he was just playing the part, saying his lines as scripted.

“Jesus, you’re so good at this,” he groaned. “I’d fuckin’ live in this throat if I could. You take it so… fucking…well…”

The last few words he punctuated with a punch of his hips. Your throat spasmed with it and your gag reflex made you sputter around his length, drool now running in rivulets down your chin.

“Goddamnit, I love you so much,” he gritted out, his voice cracking slightly as his mask started to slip again the closer he got. “Can’t believe I get to do this, can’t believe you let me—”

It’s the reverence in his tone that gets to you every time. You’d had men tell you before how they couldn’t believe you ‘let them do this’ and it always sounded so incredulous. Like it was dirty and disgusting, and like they were getting away with something. Not at all how Eddie says it.

He says it like it’s a gift. Like it’s the only thing he has ever wanted, and you’re the one offering him his dream come true. Like he isn’t convinced it’s real, or that it’s not something he’s dreaming.

“Oh, you’re fucking everything, you know that?” he asked, looking down at you with his own wet, glossy eyes, “you deserve everything, m’gonna give you everything…”

Your thighs clench again and you can feel your own arousal as it squishes in between your legs, your clit and cunt pulsating in time with the rapid beating of your heart. The tingling in your limbs has spread all over your body, distinctly more pleasurable than the pins and needles.

If you were ever going to cum untouched, it would be from this. No doubt about it.

Blinking through the last of your tears, you stare at Eddie raptly. He’s fucking gorgeous like this, all his muscles pulled taught, tensed and flexing and so close to snapping. His eyes are pinched shut, not quite closed like he doesn’t want to stop looking at you for even a second.

“F-fuck me, m’so close, baby. M’so fucking close, I’m gonna—ahh!”

His voice cracks along with his mask, his domineering tone crumbling into a needy and plaintive moan. With one final thrust, he pulls out of you and wraps his fist around his cock that’s soaked in your spit. You gasp, taking the first full breath you’ve had in ages and stick your tongue out, flattening it against your chin and tipping your head back as far as it will go.

It doesn’t take but a few quick strokes for his warm, salty spend to splatter across your tongue. His expression is almost pained until he sees the look of relief that washes over your face.

Only then does he permit himself to feel the full sensation, to revel in your mutual pleasure.

He drops to his knees, practically collapsing, and throws his arms around your shoulders to pull you into him. His chest heaving against yours while he comes down, he buries his face in your neck and clutches at the back of your head to hold you to him as he struggles to catch his breath.

“Fuck, I love you,” he whispers, words tumbling out of him, “I love you so much.”

You swallow thickly, his cum still warm on your throat as it slides down it. Your head turns to kiss the side of his face and whisper in his ear, voice coming out hoarse but no less adoring.

“I love you too,” you mewl, more tears welling behind your eyes. “Thank you.”

All my love for indulging me — love you, mean it! 📸

Wally Clark’s hands.

NSFW

Wally Clark is so touchy feely and clingy that he has to be touching you in some way.

When he was sat next to you his hand would rest on your thigh or he would have his arm around your chair. And if you had a little too much attitude he would tug on your ponytail giving you a look telling you to tone it down before he had to tone it down for you. Which usually ended with his hand wrapped in your hair while he fucked your throat or as he had you on all fours.

He’d pull you into his lap any chance he could get. Holding your hips in his hands. He’d slide them underneath your shirt warming your entire body at the feel of his skin on yours. He’d pop a boner immediately and position you perfectly over it making sure you felt him pulsing against your throbbing pussy.

Wally Clark would love how his massive hand looked wrapped around your pretty throat. The catch in your breath and the wide eyed look would turn him into putty. How dazed you got while he pounded into you.

If he needed you to be quiet or to shut up he’d sink his pointer and middle finger into your mouth and tell you to suck on them like the good little slut you are.

antidote (poison pt2)

Plot: last time should have been the last time, just like he said. But when he comes crawling back, needier than ever you can’t help but come back pt.1

Pairings: asshole!Wally Clark x loner!fem!reader, alive!wally x alive!reader

warning(s): the obvious SMUT!, fluffy end, wally actually ends up being nice and in love? Characters are 18!!! Unprotected sex (WRAP IT), public sex!! Creampie!! Fucking POORLY written. NOT PROOFREAD

a/n: HI GUYS. okay so ik its been a minute 💀 im sorry i usually pump these out and get serious writers block but im TRYING. okay i also know you said to keep him an asshole but i NEEDED fluff!! Enjoy!

Part 2 For Poison??? Where He Goes Back To Reader For Another Hook Up But This Time He Needs To Be Close

Finding yourself at the schools Friday night football game was NOT on your agenda, but you couldn’t help it. You felt drawn in and one of your newer friends BEGGED you to go with her so you did, reluctantly. The stands were PACKED with parents, siblings and other family members along with almost ALL of your classmates. Had football really been THIS popular?

you gave a low groan as you ducked and weaved through the crowd, trying not to get hit or bumped into. It wasn’t working out very well. Small sorry’s left your mouth as you finally wormed your way into your seat next to Julie, who was already teeming with energy.

“ i’m so excited. Monrovia has ALWAYS been a tougher team to beat, hopefully this year with Wally we can beat them. ”

At the mention of his name you tensed, you hadn’t seen or talked to him in what seemed like months (more so a week or two). A part of you, deep down ached for him, while the other part tried to keep you reasoned that he was the one that ended everything, he wanted nothing to do with you. And yet…somehow it felt like he still wanted you. None of the athletics (cheerleaders and football players) even stopped to say anything to you, or tease you about something so small. They just went on their merry way. Had he said something to them?

“ uh hello? Did you hear me? Wally’s looking at you! "

a small shake to your shoulders finally snapped you from your thoughts as your eyes moved to finally make eye contact with said football player. He was finally on the field after their introduction and was staring right at you from his huddle with his team. Once the both of you made eye contact he quickly looked away and popped his helmet on.

you shook your head, blinking yourself back to reality. What was his deal? The buzzers from the score board sounded, commencing the start of the first quarter of the game. The crowd around you buzzed to life in cheers as the boys got into formation after the coin toss, cementing that Monrovia would be starting with the ball. The first kick off was a strong one, sending the ball soaring to the back of the split river formation.

and like that the game set off into a very close, neck to neck game. One team would score and then the other would quickly swoop in and tie with their own touchdown. Everyone around you was on edge, Julie was screaming chants with the student section, making fun of the team and the other student section. You just sat quiet and cheered quietly when your team would score, trying not to burn in embarrassment. But slowly got into the energy of it all, starting to cheer in the last quarter of the game.

within the last few seconds of the game you shot up from your seat, cupping your hands around your mouth as you shouted.

“ GET THAT BALL TO THE END ZONE, WALLY! ”

His attention turned to you for only a second before something inside him amped up, making him sprint and dodge around the other team a bit faster. within the last second his feet finally landed in the end zone, signifying that they had scored the winning points and FINALLY got their hands on the win over Monrovia after years of losing. Loud screams and cheers erupted from the stands around you, the band immediately kicked in with their anthem as the team on the field flocked the quarter back in the end zone.

loud whoops and chants sounded from the boys as they hopped and shook with Wally in their arms, the other team standing dejectedly to the side, feeling the stab of loss from years of winning. You cheered loudly with your classmates, laughing happily as your friend latched onto you.

“ its like he HEARD you! You’re a fucking lucky charm! ”

she squealed happily and shook you, excitement bubbling from her as she darted off to some of her other friends to talk to them. Your attention finally turned back to the football team, seeing the ever happy Wally grinning and congratulating his teammates. His eyes then turned to you, a smirk playing at his lips as he sent you a wink. Butterflies seemed to spring from nowhere in your stomach at the motion, turning to look and see if he was sending it to anyone else, but no one else was paying any attention to the team. You looked back at him again and watched him mouth “stay after”, seeming to mean after the stadium cleared out.

After about an hour of waiting, almost everyone was cleared out of the stadium, lights beginning to shut off. You slowly started to lose hope he’d actually come talk to you, or even if he was still there. You carefully tossed your hood up as it started to drizzle, then pour. You sighed and turned, starting to walk toward the gates when a loud whistle echoed from the dressing rooms. Your head snapped to the source, seeing Wally walk out of the building. He was in his after game attire, hair in messy curls atop his head from the sweat and rain finally hitting his head.

you paused and crossed your arms, trying to keep up your “i hate you” mindset. But seeing him there after weeks made your knees feel like jello. What the fuck was going on in your head?! You tilted your head and watched as he got closer, making you step back

“ didn’t think you’d come to a game. But then i saw you in the stands, dressed in the schools colors with MY number of all numbers painted on your cheek. ”

you scoffed as he finally stopped before you, rolling your eyes as you looked away from him. She painted his number on your cheek? Did she know about you two hooking up or was this one of her dumb “he’s cute” things.

“ yeah, i didn’t paint this on, Julie did. Like hell id risk getting made fun of just to wear your number, Clark. "

He hissed in fake pain as you snapped at him, scrunching his face a bit to add to it. He chuckled and without a word tugged you close but your waist. You gasped in surprise as your chest collided with his, feeling the clothing start to get soaked from the heavy rain. What the hell was he doing?

“ you should wear it more often. Fuck all the time actually. Look..i was a fucking dumbass for pushing you away. Not being able to be near you drove me mad and made me realize some shit that i didn’t want to face. ”

your eyes widened as you realized he was about to confess his feelings. Were you even ready for that? Before he could even say another word you pushed yourself up and kissed him roughly, cupping the back of his head as you tried to keep him from saying anything. A small grunt sounded from the other as he immediately held onto your waist, keeping you close to his body.

the kiss started heated and just continued to stay that way, tongues meshing together in the middle as hands wondered each others bodys. And with hands wandering, came clothes starting to be removed. Were you about to fuck on the football field? You couldn’t really care less, you just needed him now. Moving yourself down onto the soaking grass, you felt him moved between your legs and carefully slip a hand between the two of you.

a small gasp leaves your mouth as he rubs at your clit for a moment, letting you get adjusted and wet enough for him to slip his fingers into your soaking center. Your eyes rolled back a bit from the stretch of his long fingers. Thank fuck for this lanky man, being blessed EVERYWHERE. small moans slipped from your lips as he pumped and curled his fingers in and out of you. Getting you nice and stretched was something he’s never done so it was a nice little change, it made your heart flutter in an odd way?

after a few minutes of prepping you he pulled his fingers out and used whatever wetness he had to lube himself just enough to carefully slip into your awaiting cunt, his eyes rolling back at the hug of your walls. Another gasp came from your throat as he slid inside of you, your hands clambering to grip onto his back to have some sort of tether to earth. He grunted and held still for a second, kissing along your neck and throat, arms winding around your middle to keep you close to him.

As much as your mind was SCREAMING at you to get the hell off the ground, you felt like you were in heaven. Especially when he started to finally fuck his cock in and out of your hot cunt. Moans and groans intertwined from the two of you as you fucked on the football field, rain poured around the two of you, drowning out your sounds so only the two of you could hear. You made an attempt to open your eyes, only to be met with Wally already looking at you. You whimpered softly and drew your eyebrows together, keeping eye contact as you moaned louder. Watching his face morph with pleasure at your sounds, feeling his cock twitch deep inside of you.

He carefully reached between the two of you, rubbing at your clit as he continued to pound into you. The knot in your stomach starting to tighten, feeling it start to verge on snapping. Your eyes rolled back a bit as it all began to be too much for you to even handle.

“ thats it baby, cum for me. Fuck, please cum. ”

he groaned out and placed his forehead to yours, feeling himself near his end as well. With a few final snaps into you, he was releasing everything he had into your awaiting cunt. And once you felt his load fill you, you threw your head back into the ground and cried out as you came not to far behind him. He kept his hips rocking, just to ride out your highs before slowly pulling out of you. He pushed himself up a bit and panted, looking at the absolute mess you were below him making him give a breathy chuckle.

“ we should probably hit the showers, babe. Were an absolute mess. ”

you slowly nodded your head, the after sex high still buzzing in your brain. You let him do what he needed, meaning letting him carry your naked form into the locker rooms to wash the both of you off. It was absolute silence as you stood under the water, somehow more awkward than the times before. Was it because of what he was going to say?

after washing off, you held the towel you were offered tight to your body. Finally registering that your clothes were out on the field still, ruined by the rain and the mud. But it was like Wally read your mind, carefully pulling out some extra clothes he had stuff away in his locker. You tugged on the sweat pants and the hoodie he offered you, humming softly at the warmth of them. He tugged on his own pair of sweats and a tank top, slowly turning to you as he shrugged on his letterman.

“ look…i..fuck. Okay so..i really like you. And i know saying that doesn’t really make up for how i treated you, but it just happened. I realized it when we fucked in the supply closet. And i understand if you don’t feel the same, i just really wanted to tell you. ”

you threw your hand up and covered his mouth to keep him from sputtering on anymore than he was, watching his cheeks and ears go red from embarrassment. You gave a soft giggle as you stared up at him, tilting your head a bit.

“ i like you too dumbass. As much as i hate that i fell for you, i did. ”

he visibly relaxed and moved your hand, tugging you closer as he carefully kissed you. This time keeping it gentle, full of passion. You could really get used to this sweet side Wally had hid away.

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spiceforyou

1 month ago

Sorry I woke you up at 8am sucking on your clit, Princess. Would you like me to stop? 🥺

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spiceforyou

1 month ago

Letting you FaceTime your friends to gossip while I'm under the covers eating you out

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spiceforyou

2 months ago

This. I . Need.

( SLEEPY I LOVE YOU'S )

you were laying next to rafe, snuggled under the covers in the bed you both shared since he started sleeping at your apartment.

it was three o'clock in the morning. you should've been in a deep slumber by now, but it was rare for him to have fallen asleep before you.

he was snoring softly, mouth slightly open as you took this time to admire him.

the seemingly permanent worry lines on rafe's tanned face. how his soft skin was marked with barely noticeable scars. the way frowned in his sleep like his dreams were anything but sweet.

moonlight was pouring in from a small gap in the curtains hanging up at your bedroom window, illuminating his face in a way that made him look angelic.

reaching forward, you grazed your fingers as delicately as you could against his cheek so you didn't wake him.

your mind drifted off, enjoying the sweet moment that you you were caught in.

suddenly, rafe opened his eyes and you wasted no time in snatching your hand away from his face.

"eye fucking me while i'm asleep, angel? sexy" he croaked, voice heavy with sleep.

he never missed a single thing. you couldn't get away with doing anything cute, even when he was unconscious.

"thought you were asleep" you mumbled, face warming in something close to embarrassment.

rafe smirked smugly, knowing he had you caught. his eyes quickly started to flutter closed once again as sleep pulled him back under.

"love you" he mumbled incoherently, wrapping his big arm around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, his face buried in your neck.

rafe just told you that he loved you. he had never said that before.

you stayed quiet as his breathing evened out, not knowing what to say because you didn't expect that in the slightest.

his hot breath was against your neck, cuddling into you as he was lulled back to sleep.

"i love you too" you whispered in rafe's ear, not caring at all if it woke him up.

your eyes started fall closed, your body feeling heavy with sleep. you caught the smile that flashed on his face as you both faded away.

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spiceforyou

3 months ago

Thinking about the first time you call Steve daddy….

You don’t mean to say it so soon, it just slips out in the moment.

Your thighs are burning from riding him, but your determination to keep going is driving Steve insane.

You’re huffing out the softest mewls, and whines into his shoulder, practically drooling against his skin while the tip of his cock punches your insides. Steves hands tight on your hips to keep you steady.

It’s when you lean back again, in your attempts to take back control, hands holding onto his shoulders for support to help lift yourself up and down.

But it’s hard, and every bounce has your body aching, and you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes and you whimper out a small “Daddy”

You don’t realize you’ve said it until Steves small thrusts stutter and his grip on your hips somehow gets even tighter.

“Daddy huh?” he says while lifting his hips up into you, taking over for you and your body almost immediately goes slack.

“I-I, I didn’t mean-” you panic, trying to think of something to take back what you said but Steve doesn’t let you.

“Shhh baby, s’okay, daddys got you yeah?” he pulls you back down against him so you’re chest to chest as he picks up his pace. “Don’t worry baby, daddy will do all the work for you, just a tired little bunny huh?”

his tone is slightly mocking but you can’t help the way your cunt clenches around him.

“Yeah of course you like that shit, you just sit pretty on daddys cock and he’ll make you feel so good”

And from that day on, Steve had you calling him daddy everyday until you couldn’t say anything at all.

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spiceforyou

2 months ago

Mm Dean Winchester 🤤🤤

getting tired while riding dean

parings: dean winchester x reader

warnings: 18+, smut

your thighs were burning, trembling with the effort of holding yourself up as you rode him, your nails digging into his chest for balance. dean’s hands rested on your waist, his grip firm but not forceful, just enough to guide you as you moved. sweat slicked your skin, sticking it to his, and the air in the room felt thick, charged with every breathless sound you made.

but God, you were getting tired. your movements slowed, hips faltering as the ache in your legs grew sharper. "baby," you gasped, voice ragged, your head tipping forward, your hair falling into your face.

dean looked up at you, his green eyes warm, soft even in the heat of the moment. "you okay?" he asked, voice husky but tinged with concern. his thumbs rubbed gentle circles against your hips, a small, grounding comfort even as his body begged for more.

"just... legs," you muttered, barely coherent, too lost in the tension coiling low in your belly.

a small, crooked smile spread across his face, the kind that always managed to make your chest feel light no matter the situation. "aw, my girl’s runnin’ outta gas," he teased lightly, but there was no bite to his words, just a sweetness that only dean could pull off. "don’t worry, sweetheart. i gotcha."

before you could respond, his grip on your hips tightened, and he planted his feet against the mattress for leverage. with a low grunt, he began moving you, his strength taking over as he thrust up into you, his hips meeting yours with a steady, purposeful rhythm. your gasp turned into a cry, your hands clutching at him as he took control.

"that’s it," he murmured, his voice low and soothing despite the roughness of his movements. "just let me take care of you, baby. you feel so damn good... always do."

you could only moan in response, the way he filled you sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. dean’s eyes never left yours, even as his jaw clenched and his brows furrowed in concentration. "but we gotta hurry," he said between breaths, his voice tightening with the effort. "sam’s gonna walk through that door any minute, and as much as i like showin’ off, i don’t think he’s ready for this kinda performance."

the mention of sam barely registered in your haze, but dean didn’t let up, his thrusts coming faster, deeper, as his fingers dug into your hips to hold you steady. "c’mon, baby," he coaxed, his voice dropping into that gravelly tone that always made you weak. "let go for me. i wanna feel you, just once more before we have to stop."

the heat inside you boiled over, your body tightening around him as your climax hit, pulling a guttural groan from deep in dean’s chest. he followed right after, his movements growing erratic before he stilled, his grip on you ironclad as he spilled into you, his head falling back against the pillow with a shaky exhale.

for a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your mingled breaths. dean’s hands softened on your hips, sliding up to your back to pull you down against him. "there’s my girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there.

you barely had time to catch your breath before the sound of a car door slamming outside made both of you freeze. dean let out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair. "guess we cut it a little close, huh?"

you could only smile, too dazed to care.

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