🫐Hannah🫐

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Hi, my name is Hannah and this is my masterlist!!

Remember you can always request for me to write a specific idea at the top!

I will write for any Pitt/ER character 🩺

Most of my x readers are afab, but if not mentioned in the tags, then anyone can read!!

I will not write anything explicitly graphic/harm or anything like that but I will write nsfw!!

Thank you, and luv you guys 🫶

Jack Abbot

Ex military dutch hybrid!Jack Pt2 Pt3

Jack Rabbit hybrid!Jack

Bunny hybrid!Jack

Goat hybrid!Jack

Jack smut blurb

Jack cuteness aggression

Robby Robinavitch

Robby tummy

Bear hybrid!robby

Robby smut

Dog hybrid!Robby

Bunny hybrid! reader w Robby smut

Pregnant!reader blurb

Morning smut

Dana Evans

Sad fluff

Fluff/clingy reader

Ragdoll hybrid!Dana Pt2

Dennis Whitaker

Soft dom dennis pt2

Whitaker smut (cw mommy kink)

Cat hybrid!reader x Whitaker fluff

Older!Dennis w young student reader

Perv college dennis pt2

Stepbro!Dennis pt2 pt3

Freaky Dennis pt2

Cute Christmas blurb

Getting Dennis to take care of himself

Miscellaneous

Hucklerobby x reader

Fuzzy lop bunny hybrid!Mel

Vampire!Langdon smut

Golden Retriever hybrid!John Carter

Calico cat hybrid!Mckay

Cassie Mckay smut

Cassie Mckay blurb

Robby & Jack smut

Chubby!reader w Ellis

Black cat hybrid!Emery Walsh pt2

Black cat hybrid!Emery Walsh x ragdoll hybrid!reader

Samira Mohan fluff

If you have any questions let me know !! 🩺

[gangbanged]

Lars is obsessed. 

He knows it’s probably weird, even if he says his intentions are not inherently sexual. But he’s obsessed, and he’s really glad you’re never taking it the wrong way.

Because Lars is absolutely obsessed with your pussy.

Again, most of the time, it’s not inherently sexual. Lars just loves to spoon you when you two are about to sleep, and it’s becoming a routine that he’d slip his hand inside your pajama pants to cup your fat mound and give it a few squeezes.

When you’re unshaven, Lars adores the fuzz of your hair and he entertains himself by brushing his fingers through the short strands. It can be when he’s cuddling you on the couch while you two are watching a movie. And you won’t even question it, just willingly spread your legs a little wider to make space for his bear-like hand.

When you’re shaven or waxed, Lars would flick either your mound or your cunt lips and feel  them jiggle under his fingers. But you always complain that his hand is cold and he would feel you shiver next to him.

You would be making them breakfast or dinner, and Lars would come up behind you to grope your pussy over your shorts, all while leaning down to bury his nose in your hair.

“Lars,” you say quietly. “Not right now. You’re going to be late for work.”

“It’s alright. Just want to touch you.”

“Alright. But you have to get ready soon because I’m almost done with breakfast.”

“Hm.”

Lars struggles to pull his hand away. 

Because he’s really quite obsessed with your pussy, because it’s fat. 

During sex, he spends the most time eating you out or playing with your pussy. He loves making out with your fat lips, he loves smearing your cunt with his spit, until it’s dribbling down his chin and on your ass. He loves bringing his nose down until all he can smell is you.

Lars would spit on it, slap it sharply, until it’s all sore and sensitive. And he would make you lick the slick that clings on his palm while apologizing for being so mean.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to spank her like that. I just couldn’t help it. She’s so cute. Look– there it is… look how wet she is. So sticky and so wet. How do you expect me to resist?”

[burgundysnow]

Word count: 0.5k Smut! Fem!reader. Mdni. Oral. thinking about Ryland stopping mid munch because you make him have ideas he’s never thought of before.

Ryland grace is a eater in the sheets. 

And not in the he brings Cheetos into bed and spills all the crumbs in the bed kind of way, but in the way he licks at pussy. Sucks at your clit like a straw. Like someone who’s trying to get the last of a milkshake. 

His hair is messy and astray in all different directions while his chin drips of your arousal. He looks dazed and out of it. There’s a million different ways to put it, but most of all, he looked pretty. 

“Ry—” your breath hitches. Legs spread wide and over his shoulders. He paws at your stomach like it grounds him and his eyes stay on yours. Aching for approval. “It’s— fuck it’s so good.” 

The praise keeps him on edge. Ryland eagerly laps his tongue into your pussy till breath fails to catch into your lungs. Moaning softly, it’s like the instrument for the room, bouncing off the walls in bemusement just for Ryland. 

Just as you feel that small coil in your stomach start to form, the pleasure creeping up on you fast, it’s gone. With a: “shit.” 

Ryland fumbles to get up. Using your thigh to stand on his own two feet. “Oh wait— hold… hold on.” He licks his lips and frantically searches around the room, the mood from earlier turning sour. 

“I need— I need a pen. And some paper.” 

“What?” 

Your voice is soft, sitting up on your elbows on his plush bed to find him frantically searching the drawer on his bedside table. It was so sudden. The way he stopped and seemed like he was in a whole new world. Your legs close with embarrassment. Were you doing something wrong?

Ryland uncaps a pen and starts writing on a stray receipt. Mumbling under his breath words you can hardly comprehend. If you look up a little more you can see various math problems, writing them at lightning speed. 

“And if you take into account the… Put the remainder over...” 

“Ryland…?” Your voice is soft. And you’re so cold. Feeling like you’ve been left out in the dust. 

With sharp reflexes, Ryland finishes up in sloppy hand writing. The biggest smile on his face to where you could almost forgive him for such treatment. 

“Sorry— I’m sorry, I just— I had and idea and when I’m with you, doing that with you.” He gestures vaguely to In between your legs. “My mind goes blank. It’s so easy to think and relax right there.” 

“What did you come up with…?” 

Ryland shakes a hand. As if even the thought was just an attempt or illusion, but his words speak something different. 

“Just a small step into the formula of leaping into different quantum realms with the apex theory.” 

“Oh.” The air is silent for a moment as you look at him with questions. So many questions because not one of his words made sense. But you don’t ask. “Well then can you….” 

Your legs spread wide again. Knowing it was just Ryland’s overeager and reactive brain working— or not working. It was easy to feel less embarrassed. 

“Oh— right. So sorry.” 

And before you can say it’s fine, his nose is hitting your clit right before his tongue licks out.  

[ilium-ilia]

Tag Game (the og post was getting a little long, but here's the link)

tagged by @lumilily <3

Search each prompt in Pinterest and use the first pic that comes up! ★ Animal ★ Aesthetic ★ Background ★ Character ★ Food ★ Show ★ Movie

NPT: @beebymoonlight @peachesofteal @basementcoffee @553580 @readingforaneternity @dragonnarrative-writes @0utdogging and uhh anyone else who wants to join!

[daydreamsareallineed]

I decided this would be fun to hop onto! The fact that I got gravity falls for a show, and I've yet to watch a single episode- is this a sign-

No pressure tags! @gothghostiie @callsign-shimmer

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This was so cute and I absolutely love everything it gave me!! <3

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PLEASE SUFFOCATE ME WITH YOUR THIGHS WHILE I CHOKE ON YOUR COCK 😩

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Imagine Jack Abbot backshots over his kitchen counter… him grunting in your ear, hand grabbing at your stomach as he slams his dick into you 🫦🫦

[corvophobia]

parker ellis are you free on saturday when i am free

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Season 3 regular iktr!!!

[gxtitobxby]

pleaseee can we get robby’s reaction to reader shaving her bush?!

I am also a bush advocate and i just know he’d be heartbroken

oh god if jack was jokey about telling you what to do robby is not joking!! nothing is funny!!

he's had such a shitty shift and has been looking forward to crawling into your arms for hours, and maybe he should've paid more attention to the way jack smirked into his beer when you crawled into his lap. robby's hands run up your thighs and under the big shirt you're wearing, his fingers search for your pantyclad slit and the pretty curls that usually frame it but he finds it.... bare.

he pulls away, "what the fuck?"

"oh god, not you too!"

"told you," jack snorts.

robby pulls your shirt up with one hand while the other tugs at the waistband of your underwear. he looks down at your pussy and frowns. "honey, what—"

"I shaved okay!" you push his hand away, "I just—I meant to just do the sides so it wouldn't show in my swimsuit but..." you shrug. robby's frown deepens the more you talk, you laugh and smooth away the wrinkles between his brows with your thumb. "it'll grown back. I promise."

+ that night robby fucks you until you're all weepy, making you come over and over again, spanking your little pussy raw :( all smack smack smack while he makes you apologize for messing with perfection </3

[bullet-prooflove]

A Good Girl: Caleb Jefferson x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @witches-unruly-heart @caffeinatedwoman @sevensdigitalheaven @afyreinjuly

Summary: Caleb learns how much of a good girl you really are.

Companion piece to:

The Research Paper - A incendiary research paper takes Caleb in a direction he never predicted.

Exes & Ohs - Caleb and you find out you have something in common over dinner.

Grease Monkey - You didn't know you had a thing for grease monkeys before you met Caleb.

A Beautiful Burst of Chaos - Caleb doesn’t notice the lipstick stain until a client points it out.

No Fucking Words (NSFW) - Caleb doesn’t have words for the things you do to him.

Pinwheel (NSFW) - A pinwheel has never been a thing of pleasure for Caleb, not before you.

Prequel piece to:

Matchmaker - Robby's realisation about your relationship with Caleb leads to a conversation he doesn't expect.

The Bad News (NSFW) - Things take a turn when Robby receives a 911 text from Caleb.

The Open Door - Caleb and Robby get real with each in the aftermath of the threesome.

A Feral Cat - Michael Robinavitch is the human equivalent of a feral cat.

You’re a good girl, a very good girl.

And Caleb reaps the benefit of that tonight when he has you on the kitchen table, legs thrown over his shoulders as he eats you out like you’re his last meal and he wants to savour every single morsel.

Your moans are a symphony in his ears, the notes hitching as that familiar filthy flush starts to creep up along your throat once again.

“Oh God.” You whisper, the waves of ecstasy cascading through your body like a waterfall, each one more intense than the last. “Oh God, oh God, oh God…”

You come with abandonment, your honey soaking his features as he keeps you right there on the edge of the table, licking, sucking, devouring that sweetness.

“Christ.” You say, your fingers carding through his hair as he looks up at you with those stark blue eyes. “I don’t think I’ve come so much in my entire life.”

“How many is that now?” He murmurs, using the palm of his hand to chase away your spent from his salt and pepper beard. “Three or four? I’ve lost count.”

“Four.” You whisper, biting down hard on your lower lip as he drags his fingers through your wetness.

“Hm.” He tuts, his tongue clicking. “We can do better.”

“Caleb, I don’t think…” But his face is back between your thighs, and it’s like the air is being punched out if your lungs because that rapture, there is nothing on this earth anything like it.

You grind against his face, your fingers fisting his hair because this one, this might just be the one that kills you, the one that makes your heart gives out as you ride that crest of pleasure all the way to nirvana.

You climax with a scream, a guttural noise that’s torn out of your chest as that euphoria overwhelms you, crashing through you like a ship being dashed against the rocks. You collapse back against the table, the cool surface a soothing balm against your feverish skin. Your breath comes out in ragged pants as Caleb’s beard scratches along your inner thighs followed by his heated lips.

“I think you’re done for the night.” He mumbles as his calloused palm sweeps up along your sternum, his fingertips tracing intricate patterns, keeping you grounded.

“I just need a minute.” You tell him, trying to summon up the strength to remove your legs from his shoulders. “Just give me a sec for my legs to stop trembling and then I’ll go.”

“Go?” He repeats, and his hand stops stroking. “Like to bed or… do you think this is a hook up?”

With a herculean effort you lift yourself up from the table and back up into a sitting position. Caleb takes off the break of his wheelchair, backing off to give you a little space and that his face isn’t in direct line with your cunt.

He looks handsomely dishevelled, the first couple of buttons of his shirt unfastened to reveal dark chest hair. His mouth swollen from your kisses, hair jutting up in different directions from your fingers running through it.

“When you said I was done for the night, I thought that was your way of telling me to leave.” You admit, hopping off the table, legs wobbly like Bambi taking his first steps. You swipe up your t-shirt off the floor, a boxy crop top that barely covers your navel before pulling on the panties that were tangled up with it. “I mean we didn’t really have a conversation about what this was.”

“I meant I don’t think your clit could take much more.” He tells you, wheeling himself forward, before gripping the hem of your t-shirt to tug you into his lap. You fall into him willingly, your arms around his neck as he gathers you up close. “Jesus, I don’t want to throw you out, I want to take you to bed, I want to treat you the way you deserve to be treated, kisses, cuddles, breakfast in the morning. I’m sorry if I didn’t make that clear, I…” His forehead comes to rest against yours as you both tilt your faces down to where his hand is clasping your thigh, his thumb lightly caressing the outline of your pussy. “… I was distracted.”

“Well, I was very distracted too…” You reason as you snuggle in close. You always get a little clingy after an intense session, you like to be held, to be cared for and Caleb, he’s the kind of man who sees that, who wants that too, you realise. “And for the record, I’d like to stay I wanted to be treated the way you think I deserve.”

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[deansdeer]

Dennis Whitaker likes feet.

Ok,, it is not a fetish. it is. He just really fucking likes your feet. He likes helping you put your shoes on kissing your knees gently. He likes massaging your feet when they are sore from a long shift. He likes helping you paint your toes. He likes when you push them under his thigh while you watch TV so they are warm. giving you a little squeeze on your ankle. He chalks it up to simply loving to take care of his girl.

That was until you started rubbing the bottoms of your feet on his thighs... Your toes brushing against his softened cock. Dennis tried to ignore the twitch in his pants but after the fourth time it happens he gets up to jerk off into the toilet. Then you do it again another night, this time purposefully using your toes and the ball of your foot to palm his cock, you're not even looking at him. he grabs your ankle "baby what're y'doin?" he asks nervously "wanna make you feel good..."

"oh fuck...!" he gasps as you press harder and nods pulling his cock out for you letting you press your feet against his aching cock as it leaks he's biting his lip to shush himself knowing trinity is in her room.

you kept using the ball of your feet against his shaft petting and cooing at him about how weird he is for liking it. he inevitably came on his shirt and your feet panting and shuddering. you held your foot up to his lips telling him to clean them off. the feeling of his hot wet tongue licking off his own cum from your manicured feet and toes made his cock twitch again

"you just can't get enough, can you?–" you asked with letting out a yip at him yanking your shorts off and slowly rubbing his cock against your clit and he kissed and licked your feet "oh fuck yes..." you gasped looking up at him as he was lost in the trance of a pussy job and sucking your toes

"fucking weirdo..." i pant with a smile after you both came

@missmanlykink @str4wbsstuff

[str4wbsstuff]

Dennis would be telling everyone he is your brother and then make out with you or grope you to creep them out

its the first time you’re meeting the pittcrew formally having heard sm abt them from den. so the next time they all go out for drinks you’re tagging along. what you don’t know however is that before your arrival and well..every other time he’s mentioned you. he only referred to you as his sister.

so when you show up w dennis, his arm around your waist and occasionally kissing his cheek while you lay on his shoulder. safe to say everyone is really fucking confused.

especially when robby sees you two by the bar dennis’s face too close to yours lips brushing each others as he talks, eyes constantly dipping to your mouth in a way that is not that of two siblings. it’s even worse when robby notices that dennis’s hand is slowly creeping up your ass.

this goes on for weeks, you coming around and everyone being extremely uncomfortable with you. until finally trinity has had enough pulling you aside and asking why the hell you and dennis act like that.

“what do you mean..?” “it’s fucking weird man you’re his sister and” “—wait what” “huh?” “you think i’m his sister?” “yeah..?” “why?” “he said you were..?” “oh my god. I am not his fucking sister im his girlfriend!”

“what.”

then you have to go around to every person you know from the pitt timidly explaining that you are in fact NOT his sister.

dennis thinks it’s funny though. having throughly enjoyed the disgusted stares over the last few weeks. when you confront him and ask why’d he say that. he shrugs giving you a completely innocent look.

“it was a joke..didn’t think they’d believe me”

a bold fucking lie.

[callsign-shimmer]

what do you think dennis and robbys hybrid animal would be?? like what animal r they yk? and how would they act with reader??

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Robby always gives me bear vibes whether he’s grumpy or in a good mood, and I feel like Whitaker could either be a bunny or a mouse.

With a human reader, I think they’d tease you as much as possible with their hybrid abilities, Robby being able to practically throw you around with his bear strength, and Dennis chasing you around the house with his speed. Robby loves rough and slow sex, pounding into you harshly while muttering sweet nothings into your ear. He growls when he comes and nuzzles his head into yours.

Dennis fucks at wild speed, barely giving you time to catch your breath as he thrusts in and out of you, going for multiple rounds until your legs are shaking and you have to push him off of you. He always whines and whimpers for more no matter how many times you let him fuck you— making you call Robby in to bend him over the bed and fuck the daylights out of him.

Dennis loves to sleep in the middle of the two of you, Robby snoring into his ear on one side, and your legs intertwined with his on the other. On the rare days off you have together, Dennis wakes up early to make you both breakfast, habit of living on a farm, he says, and you and Robby smother him in love and appreciation.

When you sneak up on them, Robby lets out a shocked growl and bears his teeth, ready to attack, making you laugh at him. He softens immediately with a sigh and you reach up to rub his bear ear in between your fingers. Coming up behind Dennis, you squeeze his waist— he squeaks in response, and his nose twitches as he turns around, giggling when he sees you. You smile and kiss him softly, rubbing your nose against his.

[callsign-shimmer]

alright so pervy!professor robby and pervy!student teacher dennis corner reader about her horrible test scores. they’re so concerned about her and really want her to pass. n either they fuck right there

OR

shes getting quizzed by robby while den eats her out. or dennis is going over her latest essay w her as he sits on robbys cock. I rest my case

take it away from here boss

-🐛

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“What was that?” Robby coos as you blabber out an answer, Whitaker’s tongue working fast against your cunt, making it hard to think. “The—the aorta,” you finally gasp out, Robby rewarding you with a push to Dennis’ back, shoving him further into your cunt. “Oh my God!” you moan out, back arching as Robby begins to ask you another question. “How many chambers does the heart have?” he hums. “Four! Four…,” you twitch up as Dennis sucks at your clit.

“Good—now here’s a difficult one—a patient presents with amniotic fluid containing the acetylcholinesterase enzyme.” Your brain lags at the question, on the verge of coming, Dennis’s tongue fucking your cunt. “Come on now—I need an answer,” Dr. Robby grunts. “Um—ugh—myeloschisis?” you whine. Robby shakes his head before tugging on the back of Dennis’ hair, making the boy squeak out in light pain. “Close—patient as normal, presenting open spina bifida,” he explains as your hips jolt into the cold air, the sight of Dennis’ soaking mouth making your clit twitch.

“Please, Dr. Robby, I—I’m sorry I got it wrong. I promise I’ll learn—I’m so close… Den, please,” you beg pathetically, making Robby lean down and press a kiss to the side of Dennis’ head before pushing at his back. “Okay, since you’ve been good,” he huffs. “Be a good boy and make her cum,” he coos at Dennis just as he dives back in, harshly sucking at your clit once more. You reel your head back, breathing out, “Thank you—thank you,” into the air. You cum quickly, moaning out as you push down Dennis’ face into you as he slurps up your wetness. You let out a groan as he pulls back, Robby reaching over him to pat your head. “Good job today, both of you,” he smiles.

[callsign-shimmer]

Something something domestic hucklerobby x reader… Robby loves to have you and Whitaker at both of his sides when you sleep, lying on his stomach with his arms wrapped tightly around the two of you. It doesn’t help that he’s practically a human furnace, sweating in his sleep while you and Dennis try and squirm away—he doesn’t let it happen, of course, grunting and just ending up holding you both tighter to him.

Robby lives life every day like he loves it now; besides the occasional bout of depression, he knew he had hit the jackpot with you and Dennis. Having two younger spouses makes him feel simultaneously young and old—both you and Dennis make sure to assure him you love his age and all the things that come with it. Rubbing his back when it aches, having to tell people that you are not, in fact, his children, and explaining trends and sayings to him. He loves you both dearly and would use his own life to protect you, if needed.

[callsign-shimmer]

Having to muzzle dog hybrid!Jack… he had tried to bite one of your visitors out of jealousy, and you were having none of it—as of late he’s been having an attitude with you, and this was the last straw. After your friend had left, you immediately got onto him. “Jack, come here right now!” you call out sternly. He walks into the living room, a neutral look on his face, tail wagging slightly. “Yeah?” he asks. “We do not bite people in this house; you should know better,” you point at him.

His chest rumbles, “But he was—“ “No, there’s no excuse for it. You need to learn your lesson,” you start. “On the couch,” you command, and he follows, sulking as he sits. You go over to grab the muzzle, and he scowls at the sight of it. Moving to put it on him, he growls. “Bad boy, now let me do this.” “I don’t need the muzzle—” he grunts, looking angry. You give him a pointed look, and that’s all he needs for his act to resolve.

He sinks back into the couch as you put it on him, comfortably tightening the straps. “There you go. Now if you show me you can be a good boy, then you won’t have to wear it for long, okay?” He nods in response, and you pat his head before sitting down beside him. You pull him into you, saying, “I love you, but you need to learn to not be so aggressive.” You kiss the side of his face as he relaxes. “I’m sorry, owner,” he mutters softly. “It’s okay, baby, you’re still my sweet boy,” you coo.

[callsign-shimmer]

need more, pathetic stepbro dennis, maybe he’s begging you to just see you naked. that’s all he swears just wants to see and you being weak to his sweet stare agree. waiting until the house is empty to bring him into your room and shyly stripping your clothes off for him to see.

and suddenly “just looking” turns into “please let me touch you just a little”

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Stepbro!Dennis has been itching to touch you; his sneaky glances of you as you shower or change are just not doing it for him as much anymore. He wanted to see you fully naked—standing still in front of him so he could commit every detail to memory. He was becoming obsessed, and he figured asking wouldn’t hurt.

You knew about the peeping he did on you, but you didn’t care. You found it kind of flattering—even adorable sometimes—when you would catch his eye through the crack of a door. So when Dennis came to you one day whining, “Can I please see you naked?” with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever—well, it was hard to say no.

One day when everyone is out of the house except for you two, you let him guide you to his room. He stands there nervously for a moment before you speak, “Are you going to take off my clothes, Denny?” you smile teasingly. “Yeah—yeah—I just—I’m a little nervous,” he admits with an awkward chuckle. “It’s okay, c’mere.” You hold out your hand for him to take, guiding him to your shirt when he does. “We can do it together, yeah?” He nods in response.

He steps close to you and brings his other hand to the bottom of your shirt before carefully pulling it off you. He lets out a breath at the sight of you in your bra, reaching forward before hesitating. “Can I take it off?” he asks, looking you in the eyes. “Of course... I want you to,” you respond, getting a little antsy yourself. He reaches behind you, his hand finding the clasp, and he struggles a bit before the hooks finally slide out, the bra coming loose.

You let him slide it off, your boobs now on display as it hits the ground. He sucks in a breath, hands twitching like he’s itching to touch you. “You’re so beautiful,” he mutters, almost as if he were talking to himself. You smile, reaching out to touch his face. “Thank you, Den.” He smiles back, moving his hands to your waistband, biting his bottom lip.

You nod at him, moving your arm down so he has room. He slowly slides your pants off, his fingers brushing all the way down your legs as he does so, the action making you shiver. You step out of the pants and stand before him in just your underwear; he marvels at the sight of you. “Can I touch you, please?” he whines, and you think about it—for too long apparently because he’s begging, “Please? I’ll be good.”

Your cunt throbs at his persistence, and you cave. “Yeah—okay, Denny, you can touch me.” He lets out a breath of relief, saying, “Thank you so much,” under his breath before his fingers come in contact with your skin. His fingertips dance over your tummy, and you giggle a little when it tickles you, making him laugh. He then uses his whole hands, stroking over your waist and up to your boobs.

He’s incredibly gentle with you, fondling the soft skin and watching for your reaction. Your nipples harden under the touch and slight chill of the room, causing him to bite his lip in satisfaction. “Dennis,” you murmur softly, and he catches your eye before you both lean in, your lips meeting in a heated kiss, his hands gently squeezing your boobs. You squeak and giggle as you pull back.

“You’re so pretty; have I told you that?” he teases as he rubs his hands up and over your shoulders. “Maybe once or twice—but I’m still not fully naked, you know,” you grin. He stutters at that, his gained confidence halting for a moment. “I know,” he starts nervously, “I just—I’m not sure if I can hold myself back… seeing you like that.”

“It’s okay, I trust you,” you tell him, moving to pull lightly at one of his curls. He takes in a deep breath, nodding, before trailing his hands back down your stomach, rubbing his fingers over the light strip of hair leading under your panties. Finally, he pulls them down, bending his knees to slide them all the way down to your feet. When he glances up, he’s in perfect line of sight with your cunt. “Holy fuck,” he blurts out before his hands move to grip your thighs.

Looking down at him nervously, you can’t help but sigh in relief when he looks up at you with pure lust in his eyes. “Please—please can I kiss her? She’s so pretty,” he begs, practically salivating at the thought of getting his mouth on you. “Jesus—yes, please,” you hum, almost vibrating in want. He dives in quickly, softly kissing at the hood of your clit before sucking it into his mouth, his nose rubbing against your pubic hair.

You both moan in tandem, and your hands fly onto his head to stabilize yourself. “Dennis—” you groan as he licks up your wet hole and smears it over the rest of your cunt. “Tastes so fucking good,” he blabbers, completely losing himself in you. You start to fuck his mouth, grinding against his face and pushing his head into you. He moans loudly against you, the vibrations making your eyes fall shut and lips go slack.

You cum soon after that, his name falling from your lips like a mantra as he grips your ass to help keep you from falling over. You breathe heavily as he pulls away from you, looking down at the sight before you. His eyes are big, his mouth drenched in your juices, and his breathing shallow and exasperated. “I love you,” he finally speaks. You laugh softly, stumbling over to his bed to lie on your back with a dreamy sigh. “I love you too, Denny,” you respond as he moves to lie down with you.

[callsign-shimmer]

I just know that cassie's strap game goes haaard omg

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Cassie’s favorite position to get you in is cowgirl. She loves your tits bouncing in her face, latching her lips around one of your nipples and sucking as you fuck yourself on her strap. She loves the way you moan when she smooths her hand down your tummy to get her fingers on your clit—living for the way you grind down, rubbing against the base of the strap, which has hers pulsing in response.