thinking about giving frank a handjob in his car after a terribly long shift that had him so stressed. and you, being the lovely person you were, helped him de-stress as soon as the two of you were in the parking garage. it was one of the only times frank was grateful he had parked far away from others.
your hand gripped his cock, moving up and down with skill and precision as your thumb swiped the top with each movement. frank couldn’t help but lean his head against the headrest, his eyes closed and his mouth parted. he hardly cared about how he looked. today had been yet another shift from hell and this was absolutely what he needed.
“you did so good today,” you spoke as you leaned in, your lips grazing frank’s neck. “you always do so good taking care of others. and i love when i get to take care of you,” you continued with that soft-spoken yet sultry tone.
frank moaned in response, his cock twitching in your hand to signal he was getting close. “i tr-“ he gasped as your thumb swiped against the head of his cock. “i try to do so good,” he finished his sentence.
“and you’re doing amazing,” you kissed his jawline as you pumped his length.
it didn’t take long for frank to cum with a loud groan, coating your hand and fingers. and when he finally came down from his high, he looked at you with his soft blue eyes. “are you coming over tonight?” he asked.
“would you like me to?” you asked with a smile.
“please,” he whispered. “i want to spend the night between your legs.”
and that certainly is one hell of a way to spend your night.
oh to get pulled over for speeding by your husband sammy <3
shrugging your shoulders and forming a wince when you see the officer sammy bryant rolling up to your window. eyes squinted shut a bit at "okaaaay, license and registration."
when he finally gets a good look at you, he's cooing "baby... what the fuck? this is a 30, you were doing 45. what's the rush princess? whatsa matter?"
you're pleased to find out that crying does, indeed, still get you out of a ticket. you're hyperventilating as sammy watches, "shh, shhh okay, okay honey c'mon outta the car."
he opens the door for you, helping you stand up and hugging you, a gentle rock back n forth as he tuts into your hair "gotta be careful baby, you're precious cargo, you know that? huh?" sammy holds you for a few more minutes, big soothing hand running down your back to help even your breaths. you never did like getting in trouble, and it's even worse when you disappoint him.
after a few minutes and a call over the radio, sammy pulls back with thumbs rubbing at your arms. he meets your eye level, putting on that soft dominant voice you love so much, "now get your pretty lil ass back in the car, drive home- slowly now, okay? and go lay down for a little, you're too worked up sweetheart. i'll be home soon, kay? okay baby? alright.. g'head" tapping your butt as you get back in the car, closing the door for you on the way.
when you pull away he smiles at you, making the "i'm watching you" signal with his pointer and middle finger and flashing you his million-dollar, crooked, charming smile.
Warnings: sex, semi public sex, hickies, biting, cum mentioned.
Sometimes Adrian pisses you off. He acts like he’s the most stupid person on the planet, and then proceeds to make women think he’d be up to eat them out in the back of his vigilante mobile.
And right now, you’re like 100% sure that’s what the woman he’s talking to is thinking about. With how close she’s standing and her smile- you wanna pull out a gun and shoot her right here.
You walk closer, wrapping an arm around his waist and burying your face in his neck, nuzzling into it as if trying to leave your scent.
“Hi baby, I was just talking about you!” He smiles, but it only pisses you off more. You tighten your grip on him and completely ignore the woman, too busy making your claim.
“Ade… need you,” you whisper into his chest, and he smiles wide as fuck. He pulls back just a little to look at you.
“You wanna fuck in the bathroom?” He immediately suggests, which isn’t unexpected. You nod, not even blushing at the thought like you usually do.
As he drags you to the stalls, he waves at Chris and mouth whispers (or rather almost screams) “we’re gonna fuck in the bathroom!”, to which he gets a thumbs up, but Chris couldn’t be more bothered.
Adrian pushes you up against the door of the tiny toilet room, his hands on your waist as he kisses down your neck. “Didn’t think you’d let me do this again, fuck I love your skin.”
You make sure to moan extra loud, much more than you usually would in this situation, but your blood is boiling with jealousy, and honestly, everyone in the bar hearing you will be the best case scenario right now, although the music is too loud for that.
Your mouth latches to his neck, sicking and biting to make sure he’ll be marked up. You leave huge bruises near his jaw and Adam’s apple, making him let out the softest gasps into your ear. “Are you leaving hickies? I fucking love you- leave more,” he hauls you higher up by your thighs.
When you both exit the bathroom, there’s two people waiting who give you the dirtiest look, but you couldn’t care less. You can still feel the stickiness between your thighs, even though Adrian tried to you clean you up with your wet wipes.
You don’t leave his side the rest of the night, face buried in his neck right below all the hickies you left on purpose.
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warnings: 18+ MDNI. smut. unprotected p-in-v. car sex. public sex kinda? Swearing. Use of pet names, 'sweetheart' etc. fem!reader. USE OF EM DASHES BECAUSE AI CAN PRY THEM FROM MY COLD, DEAD HANDS FUCK YOU AI!!!!!!!!!!
In hindsight, bringing Frank to the family barbecue had been a good idea. But now, as your aunt’s crowded you by the herb garden, demanding details and asking uncomfortably specific questions, you wished you’d stayed home with him instead.
“So, are you thinking about babies yet—”
“Of course not, they’re not even married—”
“Is he generous, you know, in bed—”
“Okay!” You huffed, smoothing down the front of your dress. “I don’t mean to be rude, but these are very personal questions, and I—”
Frank chose that moment to appear, sliding his arm around your waist and pulling you to his side.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he muttered, smiling placidly at your aunts, and the handful of cousins that had arrived to hear the gossip. Leaning into him, you plastered on a faker smile than his.
“If you’ll excuse me, I just need to talk to Frank for a second.” Everyone dispersed immediately, bumping into each other as they went, though a few lingered a little too close for comfort, ears straining for any juicy detail.
Grabbing his hand, you pulled Frank to the edge of the yard, over by the hydrangea bushes, half tempted to slip out the side gate, get into his van, and go home.
“I was going mad over there, couldn’t have shown up sooner?” Huffing a laugh, you lifted your gaze to the sky. It was a beautiful day, clear blue and cloudless, sun beaming down upon your skin. Maybe you should’ve chosen a dress with sleeves instead of thin straps, because you were certain you’d be sunburned by the end of the day, but it was too late for that.
“Sorry, sweetheart, your mother wanted some help with the electric knife. It wasn’t working.”
“Oh, so she wanted to snoop, too? She took the batteries out again, didn’t she?”
He chuckled, wrapping his arm around your bare shoulders. “Yes and yes.”
Scoffing, you picked at the hem off your dress, pulling at a few loose threads until Frank’s hand wrapped around your wrist.
“Stop it, you look beautiful. Really fucking beautiful.”
A thrill shot up your spine at the low rasp of his voice, the slight airiness in his tone. He only ever spoke like that when— oh. Glancing up, noting the muscle that flickered in his jaw, you knew what he was thinking about. Your knees trembled, just slightly.
“I really want to kiss you right now.” He leaned in so that his lips were only inches from your own.
“Yeah, no. I don’t think so,” you muttered, almost choking on a nervous laugh as you stepped away, not wanting to give your family anything to chatter about. They were insufferably nosy enough as it was, you didn’t need them seeing you come undone because of a brush of Frank’s lips alone. They didn’t need to know how easily you’d crumble in his hands. “Nice try, casanova.”
“Nervous, sweet girl?”
“I— no.” Damn him, why’d he have to say stuff like that? Trying to be discreet, you squeezed your thighs together, trying to soothe the sudden ache between your legs, but Frank noticed. Of course he did.
“Come with me.”
“But—”
“Hurry, they’re not looking, let’s go.”
Without a backward glance, you let Frank pull you through the side gate and out into the street. He’d parked his van around the corner because the curb had been full, and was now striding in that direction, keys in hand.
“Frank, what are we doing?”
“They want something to talk about? We’ll give the something to fuckin’ talk about.” The lights on his van flashed as he unlocked it, yanking open the passenger side door and sliding the seat back. Climbing in, he patted his thigh. “Up here with me.”
After you’d scrambled into his lap, straddling him, he swung the door shut and locked the van once more.
Frank’s lips were instantly on your neck, sucking and kissing and biting. His hands roamed down your back, over your waist, before slipping beneath your dress and settling on your ass, groping and squeezing, pressing you down onto his erection where it strained against the seam of his jeans. You gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders as you rolled your hips.
“What if someone walks past?” The windows were tinted, so being seen wasn’t a problem, but still…
“I guess you’ll have to be quiet and go slow, then.”
“Okay, okay,” your voice was barely a whisper. With shaking hands, you unzipped his fly and reached into his boxer briefs, pulling his cock out. It was thick and heavy in your hand, already weeping at the tip. Without wasting any precious seconds (it was only a matter of time until someone came looking for the two of you), you quickly tucked your panties to the side and sank down onto him.
“Fuck, so wet for me,” Frank groaned, grip tightening on your ass, pulling you forward and up, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls, before he lowered you back down. Whimpering, you rolled your hips, desperate to feel him deeper.
“Come on, baby, please,” you moaned, leaning in to kiss him. Frank’s tongue slipped into your mouth at the same time he bucked his hips, driving himself into that spot that made you stars, and a high-pitched whine slipped from your lips. “So deep, fuck. Right there.”
Another thrust. Another wanton moan.
Frank slipped two fingers into your mouth, and your teeth grazed against his knuckles. “Come on, pretty girl, you gotta be quiet or we’ll get in trouble.”
From this angle, the way your clit would rub against his crotch with each forward roll of your hips spurred you closer and closer to orgasm. And from the way Frank was groaning through gritted teeth, he wasn’t going to last long either.
“Been wanting to fuck you since you put on this damn dress,” he hissed, planting a firm smack on your ass. “So fucking gorgeous, aren’t you? My good fucking girl, that’s it.”
Despite your best efforts to stay quiet, you came with a fractured cry of his name, thighs quivering, walls fluttering around him. Frank kept thrusting up into you, not caring about going slow anymore. And when he came, too, the warmth of his cum flooded you, dripping out a little onto his jeans.
Panting and spent, you sighed into the side of Frank’s neck. “I don’t want to go back inside. I just want to go home.”
“Sure thing. I can’t go back anyway, not when you’ve made such a pretty mess all over my pants.”
Smiling sheepishly, you climbed out of his lap, moaning as his cock slipped out, leaving you achingly empty.
✧˚₊‧ down bad! peter parker who fucks like he’s mindless !
it’s not like he’s touch starved for any sort of real connection; everyone who he loves doesn’t know who he is, he doesn’t have anyone to go home to besides that red and blue stupid spider-man suit that mocks him from the hanger. he watches the news as people cheer for him but no one wants him.
truly wants him. peter parker, not spider-man.
peter parker is a man who is starved of touch. he can live with no connection— it was just him and his aunt for many years… but the feeling of another person’s hands on him that wasn’t some goon in manhattan trying to put him to early retirement… it was foreign to him.
it’s been four years since mj, and he hasn’t felt anything on his body… except now, his breaking point.
youre not quite sure how you ended up in his vicinity anyway, but you did. you were simply in professor banners class when he came running in at the last minute, completely sloppy looking and out of his mind to talk to the professor. you stayed back to watch him ramble to him, seeing how disgruntled he looked, the bruises on his jaw and his forearm peaking out under the empire state hoodie.
when he left, you left, and you asked for his number.
that’s how you ended up here; in his messy bed, his cock thrusting in and out of you like a piston. he’s rough with his thrusts but gentle with his hands, like his fingers are trying to mark every single inch of your body, his lips haven’t left your neck since he’s thrusted.
“o-oh god baby.” he whispers, voice cracking under the pressure of your pussy clenching down on him. your nails rake down his biceps,
you moan around him, listening to his chorus of whimpers and pleads as the wet sound of his cock forcing its way into your puffy folds fills his mundane apartment bedroom. “f-fuck peter! keep going! oh fuck!”
the apartment walls in this place may not be the thickest, but peter’s cock is, so you don’t care that your moans could probably be heard from top floor to basement.
he moans when your fingers create more markings into his body, his senses going haywire with each stroke of his dick. “feels good baby? pussy needing me s’so much, don’t you?” he whispers, sucking on his right thumb before bringing it down to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. “never letting you go, swear to god, fucking christ…”
each one of his thrusts picks up with the speed and velocity only a man like peter parker could display. you couldn't describe it but you felt so full but so good at the time time. your eyes rolled back as he kisses your cheek, feeling his balls slap against your clit.
he kept thrusting like he had something to lose; his hands touched you like he was trying to keep a reminder to himself what a female body felt like, what another human's body felt like under his own callous palms.
he's never felt like this in four years, and now, he's a selfish man and who could blame him?
peter was a man suffering in silence, currently thrusting into you like he was personally trying to break your cervix— and you didn't mind it, feeling like heaven itself as his forearms cage your head, kissing your face even as the tears flow from overstimulation, his mouth catching each one.
he brings you closer and closer, groaning deep into your ear as you tighten around him. the bed was louder than you at some points but you didn't even try to be quiet.
if anyone truly knew what peter parker was suffering with for four years... they'd understand why he fucks like this. why he fucks like it's his last day on earth. why his cock ruins you like it's never done before... and you didn't quite understand the full extent of it...
you just understood peter parker making you cum, and feeling ropes of his hot and heavy cum filling your pussy.
and in the same night? he tucks you in and sneaks out the fire escape, because peter parker only gets temporary joy when the city needs spiderman all the time.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: god, brand new day is gonna eat so hard. ive never written for peter, but he was so fucking fine in that trailer, so why not write for him. sadie, tom, and zendaya in the same movie + promotion is gonna be so funnnnn, I can’t fucking wait. I do not care; i will somehow get a sadie hot ones episode as well as a sadie vs tom hot ones episode because I said so.
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Peter knew it was a bad idea to bring you to the lab. He had a hard enough time focusing when you weren’t around, plagued by the clock ticking the minutes away until he could see you, or the soft ding of his phone whenever you’d text, experiments and complicated chemical compounds meekly forgotten when your name lit up across his screen. It was a recipe for disaster. But you’d asked so nicely, fingers tugging at the tufts of hair at the base of his skull which made him dumbly agree to anything that came pouring from your mouth, which included a field trip to the lab.
“This is where the magic happens,” he’d told you upon entering, cluttered boxes lining the walls with complicated equipment your gaze lingered on, Boards of equations with written compounds, half of Pete's handwriting, the other half his older lab counterpart. “I just have to make some more web fluid—easier to get it done while the docs out. Should be pretty quick.”
It was meant to be quick. Peter was not accustomed to working under your watchful gaze, perched up on the seat only a foot away from him, smooth legs crossed, tiny belt of a skirt inching further and further up your thighs. Your ankle bounced, voice in a soft lilt as you asked questions, unperturbed by the stutter of Peter's explanations, trying with a great amount of effort to focus on the task at hand and not the way your top sunk into a low cut and the sliver of your hip that peeked out whenever you shifted for a closer look.
“How’d you learn how to do this?” you’d asked innocently, Peter’s eyes flitting over, swallowing under your pretty fluttering gaze.
“Lot’s of trial and error,” he tried to laugh, the sound coming out choked and gasp-like. “The compounds only work together in very precise amounts, a little bit over or under the exact measurement I’m making web-soup. Or cement. It’s a pretty temperamental process.”
You hummed thoughtfully, scooting closer an inch, staring at the vial of milky white fluid, “So what’s it made out of?”
“It’s top secret. Can’t go spreading my secret weapon—it’s sort of my whole thing,” his lips curled into a grin when your fingers pinched his side. “But since you asked so nicely and pinched me relatively hard,” your teeth sunk into your lip as he began listing chemicals. The light of the lab desk shone off the soft arch of his throat which bobbed with each word, tongue peeking out to swipe across his lips, glasses perched at the edge of his nose. Your hand snuck across the space between you, settling on his knee, a sharp intake of breath halting his words before you urged him to continue.
“Uh, yeah, okay, well, there's salicylic acid, carbon tetrachloride, traces of potassium carbonate, and—uh,” a low groan revereberates into a sharp laugh as your hand sneaks up the thick ridgid muscle of his thigh, “Ethyl acetate and—something else I can’t think about—okay,” a exciteable shriek leaves your lips when Peter's hand grabs hold of your chair leg, metal screeching across the ground as he yanks you to him with ease, hand coming to close against the back of your neck to slot his lips against yours with a relieved sigh.
“Oh my god, Peter!” you moan, fingers clutching tight to the wide expanse of his shoulders hunched over your arching body. Materials clatter over the desk as Peter yanks your hips to the edge, hands cupping your backside to sink his cock deeper into you, nose pressed to the arch of your throat as you gasp, pants only tugged halfway down his thigh, the band of your panties pressing a line into the inside of your thigh. The ridged taut muscles of his abdomen clench tight when every sheathe of his cock, glasses fogging at the bridge of his nose, barely staring over the edge to watch your tits bounce with every jolt of his hips, spurring him on, white lab light dancing across your sweat sheening skin.
“Never gonna be able to focus in this lab ever again, y’know that?” he groans, lips sweeping up across your cheek to press his lips to yours again, tongue peeking to dip into your wanting mouth. The drag of his cock pulling in and out makes your breathing all tight and ragged, tongue sweeping against Peter's tongue with stilted movements, letting him lick into your mouth behind your teeth and deep into your mouth. “Gotta hurry,” he murmurs, hiking your thighs up higher onto his hips as he dips against you, “Don’t know when doc’s getting back. Not a lot of excuses to make for this position. Not—ah—exactly a technique we use in lab science.”
Help I’m having absolutely feral thoughts about Richie fucking you in his suit….I need him so bad
Hey, psst, anon... Don't tell anyone, but I have those thoughts too 👀
Rating E, 18+ and unprotected PIV sex under the cut.
“You gonna let me do it here?”
His voice is rough at your ear. It feels like a foregone conclusion; your dress is rucked up around your waist, his hand is at your hip, fingers tugging at the waistband of your underwear. You’re boxed in against the wall in the alley out the back of the restaurant, it’s dark, but not dark enough to hide you from anyone who might wander out here for a smoke or a breather from the kitchen.
You can feel his breath hot on your neck, and his thigh is pressed now between your legs. Oh god. You can’t help but seek out the contact pushing your hips down to grind against the smooth fabric of his suit.
The suit. The fucking suit. Navy blue, perfectly cut across his broad shoulders and narrow waist, sharp white shirt, and a tie that you just wanted to wind between your fingers. Jesus Christ he looked good. You had practically begged him to stay a little longer that morning, be a little late for work. He’d kissed you until you were aching for him, and then, like the fucking asshole that he is, he had smoothed down his jacket and left.
“This is what you fuckin wanted, hmm..” his fingers pull your underwear aside and you whimper, “showin up here lookin like that.. I think you wanted me to fuck you here where everyone can see you..”
Okay so, yes, maybe you had been aiming to get your own back by calling in to see him near the end of service wearing his favourite dress, the dress that barely ever makes it out of the bedroom. And yes, maybe you’d sent him a picture or two before you left the house in the hope of getting him a little worked up. Clearly it’d had the desired effect.
“But I’m gonna need to hear you say it..” One big hand is at your neck, thumb smoothing over the ridge of your jaw, the other is spreading your cunt, fingers sliding through the slickness there, the heel of his hand a delicious pressure against your clit.
“Yes, fuck, please..”
He pulls back a little then, his eyes are dark, he loosens off his tie, undoes the top button of his shirt. You can see a little of the gold at his throat now and it makes you weak. He glances towards the kitchen door, before crowding you back up against the wall, flicking his belt and the button of his trousers open and pulling them and his boxers down just enough to free his cock. He grasps the plush of your thigh as you bend your leg around his waist, his other hand braced against the wall as he lines himself up and pushes in, shoving you up the wall until you’re nearly off the ground.
“Oh fuuuck, Richie..” you wind your arms around his neck, find his mouth with yours.
“Jesus Christ..” he’s panting against your lips between kisses, “you’re so fuckin wet..” he groans and slams into you again, “so fuckin tight,” and again, “so fuckin good for me.” Another hard thrust, his hand drops from the wall, grips your other thigh, and he fucks up into you until both your legs are wrapped round his waist and he’s holding you against the wall. He grunts with the effort of it, pushed so deep inside you that you see stars.
The wall is unforgiving at your back, but you don’t care, like this he can grind into you. He fits into the cradle of your thighs like you were made to be together, filling you so good, you are close to crying out. You press your face into his neck instead, fuck he smells good, the day’s hard work has taken the edge off his cologne leaving that warm, masculine smell that’s just him. It makes you want to bite down on the strained tendon there, so you do and he hisses and squeezes your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. Shit, that’s so fucking hot.
“Fuck, oh.. god, Richie..”
“Shh, baby I know.. you feel that?” he grinds into you, holds the position right when you are fullest with him.
You nod into his neck, eyes squeezed shut, “uh huh.”
“Mmm..fuck, good girl, can you come like this? I wanna feel it ..”
“Yes. Yes. Oh fuck..” there’s heat pooling low in your stomach, your pussy beginning to clench around him.
“Shhh I got you, c’mon now.” Another grinding thrust, right against that spot and you’re starting to unravel.
“Don’t stop.. don’t stop..” Your words are like a plea at his ear. Holy fuck, you’re so close. And he doesn’t stop. Couldn’t now. Your hands fist into his suit jacket at his shoulders, your stomach tensing, thighs squeezing his waist. His mouth finds yours again and he swallows down your moans as you come blindingly hard, yes, yes, yes. He’s not far behind you, done for by the pulsing of your hot, wet cunt so tight around him. He shoves into you hard two, three more times, before his own peak hits and he comes buried deep inside.
...
He rests his forehead against yours, he’s breathing hard, his face flushed and you imagine you look much the same. He sets you back on the ground, smoothing your dress back over your thighs.
He looks at you, a little amused, still out of breath, “I’m getting too old for this shit.” He shrugs the suit jacket off, slides it around your shoulders, and takes your hand in his as you head a little unsteadily back towards the restaurant.
“C’mon old man,” you pause to straighten his tie, “let’s go home and I’ll run you a bath.”
tw: p in v sex, oral sex, daddy kink, gunplay, mentions of free use, sex without protection, p! links (must be logged in to X/Twitter to be able to see them).
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Richie has never been the cum n go type, even when he’d tried to. he’s as soft as the next guy; he’ll check on you, bring you a cup of water and clean you up while praises you. and he can’t hide the warmth in his chest when you reciprocate the feeling, when you snuggle against him and praise him back… he’s moonstruck.
+ cuddling after sex! he loves to hold you while you guys watch a movie, talk about whatever or just stay together in silence. it’s the best part for him.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Richie’s an ass guy, period. he’s crude and obscene abt it too.. grabbing your ass at work while he passes behind you, groping you under your sundress at a family barbecue, offering to put body cream on you so he can flip you on your tummy and massage your cheeks. he’s obsessed and doesn’t hide it.
he likes his hands a lot, although he’s pretty cocky about his dick. but he does use his hand to stroke his dick so there may be a connection there..
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
i became a hyperspermia!Richie truther after watching ‘Gary’. that part where he tells a story of his teen years in where he came all over his pants because of a math teacher. which is a pretty common thing for a teenager, but he said himself it was a LOT so i take creative liberty to picture it as i want.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he’s a panty sniffer! he feels like a weirdo when it comes to that, but he can’t really help himself. he’ll go through your shared laundry and sniff all ur dirty panties for 3 minutes straight until he realizes what he’s doing and gets the ick. won’t stop him from stealing them to jerk off sometimes tho so keep an eye on him..
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
i love the headcanon of him and Tiffany being high school sweethearts and getting married a few years after graduating. so it’s an interesting thing when he gets single after being married for so long because he knows how to please Tiff, but what pleases her won’t please everyone. so he basically has to relearn intimacy and how to deal with different people and their desires in bed. and also learn a bit about himself too, which is what his personal journey is really all about. but basically yeah he knows what he’s doing.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
mating press, doggy, prone bone… he prefers the positions in where he can watch his dick slipping inside ur pussy. this or cowgirl when he's feeling too tired and asks you to give your 'old man' a show.
he's so desperate.
he won't stop until you're trembling.
you waited all day for him(˶>⩊<˶)
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
sex with richie can be goofy sometimes, even though he’d rather you not say that. it’s normal that a slip up happens, sometimes he’ll get a cramp or lose his balance. it’s fun and you both are enjoying each other, that’s it. he doesn’t need or want to be “daddy” all the time, sometimes he’s just your Richie.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
i feel like his pubes are a little lighter than his hair, kind of a light brown. and he also has some grey hairs popping out so we’ve got a little salt n pepper situation going on 🤤🤤
his pubes are as trimmed as his beard is, he’ll let it grow out if he’s not seeing anyone but he usually keeps it well groomed down there. Doesn’t like the itchiness of a full bush.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
he might be rough and kind of an asshole sometimes but he’s not a barbarian, for gods sake. he’s actually such a good caretaker, you can see that by how he treats the people he loves. he’s just such a sweet man. and there’s not a single moment where you don’t feel that love when you’re with him, he’ll always make you remember why you feel for him in the first place despite his gruff manners and lack of self awareness. (which got better over the years)
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
after he divorced Tiff and he still held that grudge he’d feel so guilty about masturbating and he’d definitely think of her while doing so, which only made things worse. after he got through that, i’d say he’d masturbate pretty often. i can picture him trying to sleep but his mind won’t shut off about the restaurant and all the bullshit Carmy says and Mikey— so he just starts palming himself through his briefs. idk if that’s an old man thing but i think it’s a little soporific, he just turns off his mind and focuses on his hand slowwwlyy stroking his cock. def cums earlier than expected and falls asleep right after.
also jerks off in the shower sometimes after a rough shift or before a date — just to see if he still got it on. thinks about the pictures you have on your profile as he frenetically moves his hand up and down his dick. he doesn’t expect you to have sex with him on the first date, but if it happens he already knows all the positions he wants to try out with you <3
he can't sleep :(
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
i don't think richie is really into all the BDSM nomeclatures and types of kinks & etc... if you did teach him he'd get quite interested and maybe even confident to try new stuff out. he'd specially be into free use but i honestly think he'd make such a great caretaker and enjoy puppyplay.. he might be agaisnt it the first time he hears abt it but it will grow out on him just like his daddy kink.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
apart from the bed or couch, i think he likes to do it in the kitchen (at his house. unfortunately his ultimate fantasy of fucking you in The Bear’s kitchen won’t come to life because Carmy put cameras in the kitchen, asshole). could be bend over, laid down on the counter or just standing (which he loves but his back will plead for help the next day).
also, his car! it’s a little crowded and dirty but ur not gonna think about that when he springs his cock out for u. you guys def almost got caught more than once.
he also enjoys public sex, but only in really specific places 😭. he likes having sex outdoors, preferably a park or beach area with not a lot of people, because he’s shy like that. it’s not really about the risk of being seen, which is chilling but he thinks he’s too old to be seen having public sex, it’s more about having you wherever he wants. kind of a free use thing? idk.
such a beautiful day to get bred✿
richie railing u in the kitchen 𖹭
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
what turns Richie on is seeing how turned on you are, he likes to tease and stretch you out (metaphorically and literally) just to see how far you can go. he’s turned on by how you give him a side eye during service, how he knows your pussy is wet after he placed a single kiss on your neck while passing, how you look up at him and he knows what you want but he’ll make you say it. “what? do i got sum’thing on my face, sweetheart?”
so basically he’s obsessed with you because you’re obsessed with him.
showing you some appreciation.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
he wouldn’t do anything that would actually hurt the both of you. he already feels guilty enough when seeing your bum all red and sore from his slaps. anything other than light spanking is a no.
cold temperature is a turn off for him. and i say this with the kindest of intentions but if you have cold feet you’re NOT getting that until you put socks on.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
probably receiving. don’t get me wrong, he loves eating pussy and he’ll gladly do it. but if he had to get choose one forever it’d be receiving, it’s a real ego boost for him (like it is for most men). loves to watch you looking up at him with glassy eyes while you try to fit his cock on your mouth. he’ll never get tired of that sight.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
most likely fast and rough, he can be romantic don’t get me wrong, he IS romantic. but in between shifts at The Bear and Eva staying over at his place there’s not much time left for him to enjoy a night of slow and passionate sex regularly. and i feel like even when he tries to go slow and let you reaaallly feel his cock stretching u out he’s still gonna be rough and give that last push that’ll make your toes curl.
he thought about you all day
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
100%, loves it, no notes. if you’re in a committed relationship with Richie Jerimovich you must know you’re not gonna get a lot of time to do the whole thing, but you guys have your own ways.
Quickies keep him young, make him feel excited n all flushed like he’s 25 again. he doesn’t care if you come fast, he’s probably coming too — inside.. without a condom. whoops!
his favorite view
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
yeah, i think that if you guys are in a relationship he’s def open to try some stuff. i can see him trying out roleplay, but if it goes on for too long he’ll lose his patience and pound into you 🤷🏻♀️.
and yeah, richie likes taking risks when it comes to sex because it’s actually one of the few things in where he can put himself out there and try stuff out without the fear of everything going wrong and his life being fucked(again).
you're gonna make us late, peach⛐
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
i’ll be honest that man can at max go 3 rounds 😭 and that’s it. he’s not in his prime anymore and as much as he’d love to go on for the whole night but he just can’t.
i think he lasts a good time, though. depends on the mood honestly, if he gets home stressed from working all day and your warm, wet pussy hugs his cock like it really missed him he’s a goner.
round 2?
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he’s not really used to them and might act hesitant to try them because of his ‘fragile masculinity’, but with enough coercion and some practical demonstrations he can wrap his head around it. also he doesn’t want to be called ‘boomer’.
double stimulation and double the funʚɞ
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he’s a teaseerrr! he loves the cat and mouse thing, enemies to lovers if you will! the man loves a challenge. if you’re someone who doesn’t back down easily and is as stubborn as he is it’ll make it all more fun, whoever bends first loses and he won’t give you the pleasure so easily.
using you𓏲ּ𝄢
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he’s not loud but he’s a yapper so it makes sense that he talks a lot in bed lol. having sex with Richie is like going to a dentist’s appointment where they talk to u and ask u a bunch of questions but u can’t answer. he’s got you ass up, face smushed into the cushions and will ask u if you “like that”. bitch i can’t breathe in here!
talking u through it.ᐟ
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he has thought of doing gunplay with you but he’s unsure if it’ll freak u out too much. at the end of the day he’s just an old man who wants to really get this right, so he’s still insecure sometimes. ;(
i don’t think he’d use id in a aggressive way. he’s more entranced by the way you get visibly horny whenever he pulls out his glock, he thinks he finally got someone who can out crazy him. and maaayyybbee if u ask really nicely he’ll fuck you with his gun.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
i’ve thought a lot about if he’d be cut or uncut. in the end i settled to believe he’s uncut but im open to everyone’s opinions.
it’s pretty big, i think everyone knows that. bigass cocky man with the big hands and that hung smile?? cmon! i’m not good with measurements but im gonna say it’s bigger than average and he knows how to use it alright.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
after Tiff he felt like his dick would never go up again, which was obviously a lie his sad little divorced brain was telling him, but he was too wrapped up in the divorce to even feel horny.
after he got over it and started going out again (no grudges this time), he could see that his dick was in fact working. he’s not big into casual sex but it felt good to know he was still wanted in some way.
he’s still an old man so he’s not really horny all the time like when he was younger (good times), but he’s an easy guy to turn on. sit on his lap, put your hands on his chest and whisper literally anything in his ear and his lil guy will be poking your ass in no time :>
netflix and chill :33
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
if he’s really comfortable with you he’ll be asleep quickly, old man will be snoring in abt 20 minutes 😭. if not, he might light a cigarette and stay awake for awhile overthinking the whole thing… creep.
Summary: A situationship with Richie, an empty restaurant: it was the perfect recipe for a sexy rendezvous. Until his phone rang.
WC: 1.5k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m receiving, implied f receiving), mention of dry humping, semi-public sexual acts, some canon lore but no spoilers, established situationship, implied age gap (Richie is in his early 40s, Reader is in her 20s or 30s), not proofread
A/N: I write for Richie now. I'm truly feral for this man. Like, y'all don't want to know the unhinged things I've said about him. Anyway, I now take requests for Richie Jerimovich. And if you haven't watched The Bear, you need to. Immediately.
Divider credit to @saradika-graphics
The Bear at the end of the night was alarmingly quiet. Dinner service was chaotic on the best nights; on the worst nights, it was downright overwhelming.
But once the doors were closed to the public, and the only sounds were the refrigerator humming and the broom bristles brushing against the floor as you swept up.
“Hey.”
You almost dropped the broom when the gravel of Richie’s voice cut through the silence. He leaned one forearm against the doorframe to the kitchen.
“H-Hey,” you echoed, wincing at your obvious nervousness. “I didn’t know you were closing with me tonight.”
Richie’s blue eyes roved over your figure, wild with mischief. “Yeah, well,” he scratched at his beard, “I told Fak I’d swap closing shifts with him so he and Carm can watch the Sox game together.”
“That’s very selfless of you.” Your heart hammered in your chest. His words said one thing—this was a favor for Fak. But his smirk told you that this act was far from selfless.
He nodded. “You wanna help me with something in the walk-in? Could use a pair of young eyes double checking my count.”
“Sure. Yeah.” You bit your lip, placing the broom back in the corner as you trailed after him.
Whatever had been going on with you and Richie happened outside of work. Maybe not too far outside of work; there’d been quite a few makeout sessions in your car whenever Richie insisted on walking you down the block after work. For safety, he’d always insist.
Richie stopped you before you could come inside, closing the door and then opening it again to let you in.
“Thing’s fickle,” he offered sheepishly. “Didn’t want us both getting locked in here and then having to explain…”
“Mhm.” You draped your arms over his shoulders and kissed him, melting into his familiar scent of tobacco and black coffee.
Richie swore against your mouth, his fingers hurriedly untucking your blouse from your pants and sliding beneath it. His calluses danced along your skin, leaving invisible trails of desire in their wake.
“Fuckin’...” Richie mumbled, cutting himself off with another kiss, “couldn’t stop checkin’ you out all day today. Kept thinkin’ about the last time we were alone. When we were in your backseat.”
Your whole body heated at the memory: you straddling his lap, dry-humping like two teenagers, not even stopping when Richie came in his suit pants.
You’d thought about that night, too. Touched yourself to the mental image of Richie whimpering as warmth seeped through the inside of his briefs and dampened your own panties.
Watching him come undone, your full focus on him, was one of the hottest moments of your life.
In the present, you unbuckled Richie’s belt, savoring the cool metal against your warm skin. You nipped at his bottom lip, swallowing the hitch of his breath when you slid your hand down his pants and over his cotton underwear.
His cock immediately stiffened at your touch, his hips thrusting instinctively into your palm. You could stay like this, maybe jerk him off while you kissed–
RIIIIIING! RIIIIIING!
Richie yanked his phone from his pants pocket, rolling his eyes when he saw the caller ID. “Fuckin’ Carmy,” he grumbled, rejecting the call and tossing the phone onto the nearest shelf.
His tongue slipped into your mouth. You couldn’t help yourself; you moaned at the kiss, and Richie’s triumphant laughter vibrated throughout his body.
You stroked him again, putting an end to his victory and keeping him right in you–
RIIIIIING! RIIIIIING!
“Don’t answer it,” you pleaded.
“He’ll just keep calling.”
“Then put it on silent.”
Richie shook his head. “Then he’ll come down here.”
He was right, but your stomach still sank when Richie swiped to answer the call.
“What?” He hissed, already regretting his decision to pick up.
And you were not above rubbing salt in that wound.
His eyes widened when you got on your knees in front of him, tugging his pants down to expose the erection straining against his briefs.
What are you doing? He mouthed, but you just kissed his thighs wordlessly.
“Yo, Cuz!” Carmy’s voice thundered through the phone. “Remember when we went to the Sox game with Mikey?”
“And me!” Fak screeched in the background. “I was there, too!”
“And Fak,” Carmy acquiesced. “Anyway, do you remember–”
“Uh-huh. I remember–shit!” Richie drew in a shallow breath when you dragged your lips over his still-clothed cock. “Good time. Fun time.”
Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his briefs, you drew them down his thighs as quietly as you could. You pressed a chaste kiss to his shaft before showing him an iota of mercy, swirling your tongue around the tip.
“Do you remember what Fak put on his hot dog?”
Richie rubbed a trembling hand over his eyes, and you took the opportunity to lick up the base of his cock. “Fuck–what? Cousin, what–are you calling me to ask me about Fak’s hot dog?!”
“Is my hot dog bothering you, RIchie?” Fak crooned. “Do you not want to discuss my wiener?”
You took Richie deeper into your mouth, partially to torture him further and partially to stifle your giggles.
“Shut the fuck up, Fak!” Carmy’s threat was muffled by Fak cackling. “Cousin, listen. Do you remember Fak putting ketchup on his hot dog?”
Richie bit his inner cheek when you wrapped your hand around the part of his cock that didn’t fit in your mouth. “Uh, yeah. Ketchup. Yeah.” His fingers ground into your shoulder, squeezing it when you lapped up his pre-cum.
“I told you!” Carmy shouted. Richie pulled the phone away from his ear and winced. “I fuckin’ told you, Fak!”
“What? Gimme that–Richie,” Fak spoke directly into the phone now; he must have wrestled it away from Carmy. “I did not put ketchup on my hot dog! I put mustard on it!”
You hollowed out your cheeks, sucking and moving in tandem with each buck of his hips. With your free hand, you cupped his balls, massaging them and coaxing a soft whine from his mouth.
“I know you put ketchup on it, you fuckin’ freak,” Carmy countered, “because when Mikey saw you, he wouldn’t let you order a beer. He made you get a Shirley Temple, because you’re a goddamn child!”
“Maybe I just like Shirley Temples!”
“Oh, you do? You like them enough to order one at the Sox game? Really?”
“Really! They’re fruity and refreshing, and they come with the cherry–”
You gazed up at Richie, meeting his eyes as you moved faster, fingernails biting into his bare thighs. Your nose brushed his thatch of pubic hair, and you breathed in the musty scent like it was a lifeline.
“Holy sh-shit, ahhh, fuck.” Richie groaned, temporarily forgetting the two idiots on the other end of the line.
A beat, then: “Cousin? You good?”
Richie choked on a reply, squeezing your shoulder again. You could lay off for a second, give him a chance to think…but what fun would that be?
Instead, you took him as deep as you could, gagging on his cock until tears blurred your vision.
“Just, uh, tweaked my back,” he lied as smoothly as he could.
“You need me to come down?” You heard rustling; Carmy was all ready to high-tail it to the restaurant.
Fak didn’t wait for a response before declaring, “You’re going? Then I’m coming, too,”
“No!” Richie yelled. “I mean, no thanks. I’m good. No one needs to come. Come here. No one needs to come here.”
“Alright.” Carmy sounded unconvinced. “Make sure to rest it. I think Sugar knows a good chiropractor–”
“Yup, got it! Thanks, bye!” No sooner did Richie end the call, he was spilling onto your tongue with a cry of your name.
You swallowed every last drop of his cum, grinning proudly as he hoisted you to your feet and into a long kiss. His hands framed your face, like he couldn’t get close enough.
“You little devil,” he said once he finally pulled away. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“I can’t believe you still came after talking about Fak’s wiener.”
Richie laughed breathlessly, wiping beneath your eye where your mascara was most definitely smudged. “You wanna know something funny? It wasn’t Fak who put ketchup on his hot dog; it was Pete.”
“Are you serious?” You clapped a hand over your mouth. Carmy was probably still gloating over his win while Fak was insisting it wasn’t him. Poor guy.
Richie nodded. “Yup. Sugar was there.” He held out his phone. “Call her and ask her.”
“I believe you–”
“Call. Her.” Richie smirked, undoing your pants as he sank onto his knees. He kissed the apex of your thighs, chuckling when you shivered. “It’ll be entertaining for both of us.”
cw: younger reader, implied threesome, humiliation if you squint
finished watching gary and the bear s5 and now i can't stop thinking about richie and mikey sharing fem!reader...
the two of them are older than you, but it comes across in different ways. richie is real sweet with you. he loves to be gentle and treat you so well because you're just so young and pretty and needy for him. he's always telling you how well you're taking him when he fucks you. he'll hush you and feed you little 'i know, honey, i know's while he presses tender kisses against your temple, as you whine and babble because he's just so big.
mikey on the other hand loves to get a little mean and condescending with it, mocking you when you struggle to take him and telling you how wrong it is for you to be pining over a pair of grown men who could easily be your father. you hate how much you can feel the heat grow between your thighs when he brings it up. the two of them will be sitting either side of you on the couch, mikey on your left and richie on your right. mikey is nuzzled in his corner with his arm thrown across the arm rest, watching you with your legs hooked over richie's as he gently strokes your right thigh. when mikey lets out a sharp laugh, you and richie turn to look at him. richie knows mikey is about to start up, but you're oblivious.
'look at the two of you all cozyin' up over there. you comfy, baby? you like having that old man feeling you up, don't you?'
suddenly your face heats up with embarrasment, and you turn away into richie's chest.
'mikey, c'mon...' richie tuts. he's ashamed at the way his dick twitches in his pants.
'no no no, she likes it, cousin. how much you wanna bet she's soaking through her panties right now?'
mikey is half talking to richie, half to you, and it's having an effect on the pair of you. you can feel the wet patch in your underwear growing, as well as richie's hardening cock pressing into you. mikey scoots closer to you on the couch. now that he's right beside you, his breath is warm against your neck. richie somehow seems even closer too, the two men sandwiching you in. mikey places his hand on your left thigh, cracking open your legs ever so slightly. slowly, he slips the hand down, cupping your clothed pussy; you know he can feel it pulsing and warm under his palm. involuntarily, you let out a quiet mewl, richie breathing out a low 'fuck' in response.
'look at her, waiting for one of us to take the hint and give her what she wants. but you're too nice to her, rich. you gotta make her say it. tell him, baby. tell him how much you want us both to fuck you right now.'
୨୧ — smut and drabbles
✩ — headcanons
𝜗ৎ — character tag
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 . . .
𝜗ৎ SOLDIER BOY — S.B.
SMUT ;
୨୧ — sneaky!link!ben (reposted archived fic)
୨୧ — dacryphilia
୨୧ — ben training you
୨୧ — something to cry about
୨୧ — reverse cowgirl
୨୧ — sucking his fingers
୨୧ — dad...?
୨୧ — "i was meant to be a girl dad"
୨୧ — show him how you work
✩ — sneaky!link!ben headcanons
✩ — munch!ben
𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 . . .
𝜗ৎ DEAN WINCHESTER — D.W.
SMUT ;
୨୧ — keep it on the down low
୨୧ — kinktober piece ft. dean
୨୧ — older!dean
୨୧ — dilf!dean
୨୧ — boyfriends!dad!dean drabble
୨୧ — bestie!dean
୨୧ — primal play with dean
୨୧ — ballerina!reader with dean
୨୧ — ladybugs (cw: incest)
୨୧ — i'm dad now (cw: incest)
✩ — sneaky!link!dean headcanons
✩ — boyfriends!dad!dean
✩ — munch!dean
𝜗ৎ SAM WINCHESTER — S.W.
SMUT ;
୨୧ — whatever helps you sleep at night
୨୧ — sam and his bimbo!gf
୨୧ — dilf!sam
𝐃𝐂 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒. . .
𝜗ৎ CLARK KENT (SMALLVILLE)
୨୧ — clark with intern!reader
୨୧ — free!use!clark
𝜗ৎ CLARK KENT (SUPERMAN 2025)
୨୧ — brat taming
୨୧ — somnophilia
୨୧ — munch!clark
𝜗ৎ DICK GRAYSON — D.G.
୨୧ — creeping through your window
𝜗ৎ JASON TODD — J.T.
୨୧ — doggy style
୨୧ — ride it
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋. . .
𝜗ৎ FRANK CASTLE — F.C.
୨୧ — frank is being a little mean
୨୧ — size kink w/ frank
୨୧ — frank talks you through it
୨୧ — age gap w/ frank
୨୧ — let's play
୨୧ — meltdown
୨୧ — emetophilia
୨୧ — the punisher
୨୧ — be a big girl
୨୧ — behave
୨୧ — stepdad
୨୧ — victoria's secret
୨୧ — piss
✩ — texting (smau)
𝜗ৎ PETER PARKER — P.P
୨୧ — symbiote infected peter
𝜗ৎ BILLY RUSSO — B.R.
coming soon.
𝜗ৎ BENJAMIN POINDEXTER
୨୧ — take me for a ride
𝜗ৎ MATT MURDOCK
୨୧ — memorized
𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗). . .
𝜗ৎ JAKE SULLY — J.S.
୨୧ — deep throating
୨୧ — fauxcest
୨୧ — spit play
୨୧ — talking you through it
୨୧ — dacryphilia
𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 . . .
𝜗ৎ NATE ARCHIBALD — N.A.
୨୧ — sex as revenge
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓. . .
𝜗ৎ FRANK LANGDON — F.L.
୨୧ — somnophilia
୨୧ — deep throating
୨୧ — praise
୨୧ — yearning
୨୧ — dead dove
୨୧ — playing w/ jack
୨୧ — love triangle
୨୧ — daddy daughter time
୨୧ — shown off
✩ — smau (age gap + sneaky!link)
langdon is such a service top and i know he loves being called daddy 💔
y’know what anon… i think you cooked here
i was a bit unsure at first bc i honestly havent considered a frank x reader dynamic outside of a threesome w robby… like brat!frank is so real to me… but i think you’re absolutely right about this
because he loves to know that he’s doing a good job. he needs to excel, and in the bedroom that means making you feel as good as possible. it’s his top priority. and he’s always urging you to voice it, “you like that, beautiful?” “yeah? right there?”
he eats your pussy almost methodically, bright blue eyes laser focused on your face as he takes mental note of every gasp you let out and all the spots that make your thighs clamp around his head. the low groan he lets out vibrates against your clit when your hands come down to grip his hair, he fucking loves when you tug and guide his head where you want him and grind your pussy against his tongue.
he fucks into you so deep and his brows furrow, he looks almost hurt, when you bite your lip or cover your mouth, “no baby, let me hear you.”
and the first time you call him daddy…. he’s rolling his hips just right, hitting the perfect angle so the head of his cock drags against your g-spot in long strokes… and the word slips past your lips in such a small whisper that he almost doesn’t catch it. his hips stutter just a bit.
“what was that, pretty girl?” he sounds awed, lips parted and eyes wild. you swallow and shake your head. “don’t get all shy, say it again.” he drives his cock into your g-spot again as encouragement
“fuck, daddy”
“baby,” he groans lowly in response. “Am I your daddy? Yeah? Cause I take such good care of this little pussy?” He’s gonna cum any second if he doesn’t get a grip. “shit, princess. Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.”
Frank Langdon who has the most insane breeding kink. He just loveeesss knowing that you’re carrying his child. That after all that’s happened with the drugs and rehab there’s still someone who trusts and loves him enough to let him get you pregnant.
He’s so sweet about it to. Laying you out against your bed, his lips grazing your neck as words of praise flow out of him like a waterfall, settling over you in a warm haze as you tug on his hair until his lips meet yours.
Him taking his time. “Gotta get nice and deep baby hm?” His thrusts hitting that spot that makes you see stars, pleasure warm and gentle swirling in your stomach compared to how he can sometimes be. He’s rambling the whole time about how great of a mum you’ll be. How perfect you are. How much he loves you for trusting him like this.
Frank insisting after he’s finished that he can’t pull out just yet. His hips staying pressed against yours even when you whine from the overstimulation. Your hand weakly shoving at his shoulder until he gathers them both up in one of his own, pressing them above your head as he leans down to silence your whines with a kiss.
“Few more minutes kay? Just gotta make sure it sticks. Make sure there’s a baby.” You nod your brain fuzzy enough that you’d let him do anything.
He finds a way to do this every night until one day he comes home from work to you teary eyed holding the positive test and suddenly something feels right again.
thinking about sitting on jack abbot’s thigh, lazily rolling your hips and leaning into his chest, just enough for stimulation but not enough to actually get anywhere.
jack’s wearing his dumb cargo pants, his work phone shoved in the pocket you’re currently sitting on. you learn rather quickly that jack (the old man he is) has his phone set to vibrate. you also learn that someone is very intent on getting a hold of him.
jack realizes his phone is trapped under you, undulating and grinding into the new sensation. grins when he discovers, yes, you are wanton enough to treat his vibrating phone like a pseudo sex toy, grinding harder every time a call or text comes through.
“i should probably get that.” he murmurs, not actually making any effort to dislodge you from his thigh. you just double down, arms around his neck, pussy directly on his dumb cargo pants that you hate so much, clit catching on the rough fabric and the corner of his phone, chasing the periodic vibrations.
“gonna let me get that baby?” he teases, grabbing your hips to lift you up. you retaliate by sinking your teeth into his shoulder, fighting his grip to get your wet cunt back on his thigh.
“oh, she’s feral today,” he comments, smacking your ass once in response to the bite - jack knows it’s gonna leave a mark.
you don’t even react, focused on wiggling your way back down onto his thigh and phone, which is still vibrating through his pants. you were so close, and jack is being so mean, making you hover over the embarrassingly large wet spot you left behind.
“you’re gonna water log my phone,” jack notes, following your eyes to the wet patch. “gonna have to stick it in rice after this. how am i gonna explain to IT that my work phone is broken? tell them it’s because i have a very demanding little girl at home with the world’s wettest cunt? and that she sat on my phone like a little slut, using the vibrations to get off?” jack paused, grinning at the long whine you made, embarrassed and turned on by the idea, hips still wiggling. “is that what i’m gonna have to tell them?”
you don’t respond, mainly because you’re not sure if you can form words at this point, and finally win the war against his grip to drop back down to his thigh, cunt once again pressed hard onto the cargo pocket. you immediately start humping, only further proving jack’s point. you don’t care - you’re so close.
jack leans forward, stubble brushing your ear as he growls, “maybe i should make you tell them. call them and apologize for ruining my phone with your wet, selfish cunt. what do you think about that?”
you come - embarrassingly hard, hips stuttering against him as you continue to soak his pants, vaguely aware that jack is cooing and encouraging you as you do so.
“atta girl, so easy for me. coming just from a few calls and texts from robby,” jack rubs your back, letting you collapse into his shoulder, bright with embarrassment and exhaustion.
after a couple of minutes, jack works his hand into his pocket, slowly removing his phone, making a point to wipe the sheen off on his shirt before checking it.
“hm. lucky girl. robby said they got a hold of shen,”jack tips your chin up so you look at him, stupid smirk on his face, “he apologizes for all the calls.”
pervy!mechanic!robby whos garage you stumble into after some car troubles. you sit in his office, waiting for him to return with the details and the price.
when he eventually returns, he gives you a rundown of what’s wrong and what needs fixed—but it all gets a bit overwhelming and robby pulls you in to his side, rubbing his hand up and down your arm and trying to soothe you. he coos at you, telling you he can cover some of the costs so it reduces the price—but only if you do him a favour.
next thing you know, your bare knees are sore, almost scraping on the metal floor as he sits at his chair, head thrown back with one hand on the back of your head. he pushes your head further down into his lap, the blunt head of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he mutters sickly sweet praises telling you how warm your mouth feels and how good of a job you’re doing.
and what if I said yes but they're both so different about it...
like frank is the type to kiss away your tears while you struggle. his voice is so gentle and hypnotizing but his hands are strong, holding you down spreading you open. panting in your neck cooing sweetly "don't cry, baby. just go back to sleep, you know I'll take care of you don't you, angel? just need a taste of my girl" while you whimper behind his palm as he slowly shoves his way inside you :(
robby on the other hand doesn't bother trying to soothe you. your body is his to use, so he has little patience for your squirming and whining - even though it serves to add fuel to the fire that has his dick hard and heavy against your slit. his cock bullies its way inside you, hand on your head shoving your face into the pillow, "just take it, honey, you know how I like you." grunts when you cry, when the sob rattles your body n makes you squeeze so fucking tight around him. "atta girl, show me how much you hate it."
...somno that turns into cnc with either Frank or Robby, while the other one is sleeping next to you (or at least trying to)? 💭
ohhhh you deserve to get ur pussy ate for this one | cw: cnc !!! don't like don't read divas :) not proofread sorryyyyy
the last thing you remember is falling asleep in robby's arms. it was one of those nights where frank had a weird shift that had him staying at the hospital late. the sky outside is dark save for the streetlights and the moon when frank walks into robby's place. he slides his shoes off, gives your cat a pet she pretends to hate, and then makes his way down the hall and into the bedroom.
robby is on his back, one arm up and over his head while the other rests on the thigh you have over his. you look angelic, a fuckin' wet dream come to life, in that tiny baby blue tank top and the soft cotton panties that never fail to make his cock hard.
frank rubs a hand over his mouth to muffle a pained groan at the sight and reaches back to shrug off his shirt and crawl onto the bed.
he leans down and kisses at the back of your thigh, up to the crease where the fat of your ass folds. nips.
he soothes the mark with a kiss when you shift in your sleep, a soft sleepy mewl against the pillow as your boyfriend gives your clothed cunt a kiss hello and then keeps moving up to kiss the small of your back and then your nape.
he noses at your throat while his hands slide your panties down, shushing you when you hum. you scratch your nose but your eyes stay closed. frank notices robby's hand moving on your thigh, soothing you even in his sleep.
your panties end up by your knees, giving him enough access while also working to restrain your movements. his fingers slide through your folds and then scoop up the slick already pooling at your entrance. he's fucked you enough to know some of the wetness is robby's - a mixture of your cum and his. he brings his fingers to his mouth for a taste and groans, hips pressing against your ass. if he was on death row this would surely be his last meal request.
it's only when his cock presses into your hole that you startle. a mewl catches in your throat at the stretch - no matter how many times he's had his cock inside you, it's always like the first time. he usually spends a bit more time stretching you out, but there' no time for that now. he needs to be inside you more than he needs to breathe. he'll apologize later, but for now he bullies his way inside.
his hips snap against you with a wet smack. your wetness soon coats his navel, and he can feel what was left of yours and robby's cum dribbling out with each stroke, making a wet spot on the sheets.
frank is past trying not to wake you. the tight hug of your cunt is squeezing every bit of rational thought out of him. he pants and groans against your neck, bed creaking with each thrust.
"frankie?" you mewl in the dark. your face is scrunched into the most adorable frown he's ever seen. when you wince he moans loudly before he catches himself.
"m'sorry, honey, been thinkin' of this pussy all day."
you whimper again, this time a little pained as you reach back to scramble at his wrist and then his hip when he doesn't slow down. "hurts."
"I know," he coos, kissing your already wet cheek, licking up the salty tears and at the seam of your mouth. "shoulda stretched you out but you feel so good, baby, this little cunt was on my mind all fuckin' shift. you can take it though, can't you? you wanna be good for me, right baby?"
all he gets in response is a wet little sob, a sniffle, and then a teary look that makes his balls tighten. "fuck - don't fucking look at me like that, baby, g-gonna—" he pants, "gonna breed this little hole, baby, promise, just not yet, okay?"
he always does this, asks rhetorical questions that give you the illusion of choice. it doesn't matter what you say, you've learned, he'll coo and kiss your cheek and then do whatever he wants. it's sick, really, how wet it makes you.
frank doesn't realize he lost himself in you again until he hears your little voice again - "daddy."
when he looks up he finds robby squinting in the darkness. his mentor rubs his face while you reach for him - small hand grabbing at his chest begging for a saviour.
but you should've known you wouldn't find one in him, not when his cock is already hardening in his boxers.
"s'three in the morning," he grumbles, placing a big hand on your head, rubbing it like you would a dog waking you up in the middle of the night to go outside. "gotta keep it down 'kay honey? got an early morning."
a lie if frank's ever heard one, especially when robby's hand is already sliding into his underwear to palm at his cock. frank watches the movement under the fabric and matches the rhythm with his hips fucking into you.
soon enough frank has a hand over your mouth, tight enough to feel your wet hot pants and the outline of your teeth against his palm. he spills inside only moments before robby finishes in his boxers.
there's a few moments of silence while frank whimpers into your neck and his hips slow to a stop. he kisses apologetically at your face until you're able to crack your eyes open.
he rolls off from you onto his back catching his breath while you scramble towards robby with a whine. he gathers you up in his arms like he didn't just let the other man take full advantage of you. he hums against your forehead.
"hot shot didn't even make you cum, did he?" he shakes his head along with you, kissing your puffy eyes. "you can clean me up while he makes it up to you. can't you, sweet girl? y'always take care of me, honey."
he nods towards his cock and smiles when you pout, letting you have one more kiss before you slide to kitten lick at the seed coating his length. with a hand petting sweetly at your head he looks over at frank, eyes serious. "you better make her come at least twice."
frank doesn't need to be told twice.
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