evelyn

multi-fandom writer :)

[secretcollectivesoul]

DBF Soldier Boy

After not seeing you for a few years due to college, he finally sees you at a barbeque your father is hosting. Seeing you with a boy he just knows doesn't treat you good.

Warnings: age gap (early 20+late 40s), cheating, doing it raw, cunnilingus, taboo,

It was early August, finally returning home after the final year at school. Arm in arm with your boyfriend, a boy who- in Ben's eyes- was far too short, far to inadequate to take care of a girl like you.

His eyes can't move away from the now filled out hips on your body, the warm breasts tucked into that low cut shirt

"You're not that little girl anymore are ya'?" He says from behind you where your stood pouring a drink. Your little boyfriend talking to your father.

"I'd hope not, been a few years old man," You say with that crinkle in your eyes, the one which stirs something low and below him.

Its not long until your both in your childhooe bedroom, and his tongue is down your throat, and his hands splayed over your skin, lower back, under your shirt, your thighs, everywhere.

"You're gonna get me in trouble princess," He says, pulling the items from your body, "your pa finds out, god I'll be killed."

You whimped as his kisses moved down your body, his body clad in only his jeans now as the thick denim grinds against your puffy clit, "i-i have a boyfriend," you say as you whimper

"You need a real man to take care of you," he says, "If I had you- princess I'd never let you out my sight, that was his first wrong." His lips now over your sore and wet cunt, "Bet he's never eaten you out how you deserve, huh?"

You shake your head, hips thrusting up as he begins licking across you, devouring you, two fingers inside, his tongue circles your clit, groaning against you. As you get closer your thighs clamp around his head, and an ungodly sound leaves his mouth, your hips trying to move from the pleasure, "Dont run from me doll,"

You come undone twice on his lips before he finally pushes inside, "Your takin' me like a real good girl, yeah? Yeah you are-" he groans, bottoming out. Your hands around his neck.

"B-ben!" You moan, his hand clamping over your mouth.

"None of that, how would your Pa, or your boyfriend, feel if they came up and saw their darling girl like this," his lips capture yours, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting. His hips wild, "Wanted this since I saw you walk through that door with this perfect body," his teeth nip at your nipple, swirling with his tongue before moving to the other.

You moan, two fingers now in your throat as you gag around it, just so you can keep quiet.

"Oh baby your close? I can feel you clamping-" he groans, feeling the pulsing of your walls and the wetness now squirted over his abdomen, "dirty girl, huh? God that was so hot, Ill make you do that again soon, yeah?"

You just nod frantically, babbling nonsense against him, nails scratching down his back when he unloads inside, "Ill make you a mama, how about that?"

You can't even respond, as he pulls out and kisses your thigh, then your lips again, "Can't go back down like this," you hiccup.

"Ill say you feel sick so I tucked you in," he says, kissing your forehead tenderly,

"Ill make you mine won't I doll?" He whispers, sounding like he won't be letting go of you anytime soon.

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Little drabble idk whether to develop on it (also not proof read like everything I write)

It had been a long day, one of those in which he just wanted to lay down with his wife, and not have to talk for the rest of the night, but he was mistakenly wrong. Chris just had to come home with him,

"The house is being fumigated, just one night," he said, but that one night turned into a week. Chris was being a complete cockblock.

It was a Friday night, Leon reluctantly sat at the kitchen table with Chris, drinking some whiskey, when he catches a glimpse of you through the doorway, in that nightdress you always wore to edge him on. He had never left so quickly, practically chasing you up the stairs, where you were now sat brushing your hair at the vanity, noticing Leon's predatory gaze through his reflection in the mirror.

Turning to face him, legs opening just that bit more to show off, "Chris was lovely company, but now its getting old, and you haven't touched me in three days Leon," you had complained, and within the hour Chris was out the door, laughing to himself while paying for a hotel for the night on his phone.

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Your Henry's little sister, he hates to admit that he loves you, and he loves you so much that he decides he needs to keep you away from his friends. God knows what they would do, let alone Patrick.

It was a Saturday morning when you first met him, by complete accident, Henry had thought you were at a friends house for the night, so he let Patrick come round, both of them sat on the couch when you walked inside, looking for your hairbrush, not even realizing another person was there, "Henry? Where is my-" you had begun to say, whipping your head around to look at your brother who's older than you by a year. You locked eyes with him, the scary looking guy your sure you've seen around school.

Henry had noticed how his creepy best friend seemed to relax a little bit as you made eye contact, "oh- um hello," you said quietly, suddenly very aware that you are in pajamas still, some loose trousers in a soft fabric, and an oversized nerdy shirt of some book.

"Get your ass back upstairs, I thought you were out," Henry had scoffed, but neither of you had looked away, not until you watched as Patrick awkwardly grabbed the pink glittery hairbrush on the side table next to him, standing up and placing it in your hand, neither of you pulling away, being pulled out of the trance as Henry pulled Patrick back, and you scurried back upstairs, giggling quietly as you ascended the stairs, something Patrick had definitely heard.

The following few weeks, Patrick found any excuse to come and see you, rather that being standing a bit too close to your locker, or trailing you around school, standing a few people behind, but you always noticed, how could you not? A handsome stranger with a rather weird reputation which meant no girls would go near him in their right mind, but your not like them!

Yet you still hadn't properly spoken, not until late at night, where Henry's friends were all sleeping in the living room after drinking most the day, it's about 1AM when he carefully comes into your room, after hearing you moving around, seeing you propped against your headboard reading a book.

Patrick was different around you, he never tried to creep you out, it was of he cared how you felt, and wanted you to trust him, in his own ways, "why are you still awake?" You had asked, in a quiet tired voice.

"I could say the same for you," he said, beginning to walk around your room, flicking random trinkets, admiring some photos along your walls, "I don't get why Henry never told any of us about you,"

You had stared at him, putting the book down as you lay down, tugging your sheets over you more, "I guess it's because he just wants to keep me safe,"

"Shelter you," he hummed.

"Are you drunk like the others?" Your hands were hugging your self, feeling slightly cold, Patrick had shook his head, saying something about not drinking.

You just layed, staring at the ceiling while he looked around, eyes half lidded, closing, before you feel your bed dip. Looking to your left, where Patrick had now decided to lay down, causing you to laugh softly.

"Been watching you," he said quietly, almost cautiously.

"Creepy," you returned, smiling at him shyly, and he hummed again.

You were half asleep when you heard him, snuffling closer, at eye level with you laying down, both of you on your sides, facing each other. Neither of you knew who kissed who in the end, but you fell asleep in each others arms.

Henry was less than happy when he found the both of you in the morning.

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Being on a girls night out, stumbling through the front door at half 1 in the morning. Fumbling to take shoes off, handbag dropping to the ground, hearing footsteps. You looked up, seeing your husband in all his glory there, tired in the light..

"Leon," you had squealed! collapsing into his arms as you babble about your night. His arms lifting you off the ground and taking you upstairs as you talk his ear off.

He was half listening, half trying not to trip up the stairs. Placing you on the edge of your marital bed, on his knees before you as he slips off your heels, rubbing a lotion on the back off your feet where your shoes had rubbed. Helping you into your warm pajamas, then to brush your teeth, wash off your makeup, and finally drink some water before bed.

"Can I tell you a secret?" You had whispered, and he had hummed softly as he held you against his side in bed, "I want to marry you someday," you spoke quiet, hiccuping after you finished.

"we are married sweetheart," he said, ruffling your hair, and you gasped excitedly, beginning to ask a string of questions, before you finally drifted to sleep completely.

He admired you for a little while before he soon fell asleep, grateful for having a girl who loves him as much as he loves you.

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A little self indulgent below because I'm on my period ->

Leon had been laying besides you, fast asleep when he was awoken by your frantic movements. His arm no longer draped over your middle, instead shoved back to his chest, and your moving around, pacing practically.

He looked at you, where you were rummaging in your panty drawer, then he looked at where you were just laying, a deep red splotch, visible even in the dark of the room, with a slither of moon light through the curtains of the home.

"Beautiful let me sort it," he grumbled in his deep tired voice, slipping out off bed and pressing a soft kiss to your temple, "go clean up, okay?" Now kissing your shoulder, before ushering you off the the bathroom.

When you return it's clear you've been crying, so overwhelmed, the bed changed into some black sheets, and Leon fluffing up your pillow, some extra fluffy blankets stacked. When he saw you he had helped you get into bed, before moving back to his side, pulling you against his chest, kissing away any stray tears.

"Your alright sweetheart, it happens, yeah?" He whispered, tucking your head under his chin and holding you against him, falling asleep in each others embrace.

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Henry doesn't cry often, basically never. And he would rather die than ever let you see him cry. But this time, this night, he didn't seem to care. He had climbed through your window after a fight with his dad, sobbing as his face is burried in your neck, his shirt off as you massage a sort lotion into his back, where the lashes off the belt hurt more than usual.

"M'sorry," he had whispered into your skin, the radio playing some sappy song even at the late hour. And you had just shushed him softly, kissing the top of his head as your hands kept working against his skin. He hasn't said much else other than apologies since he got here, sorry about waking you, being an inconvenience, and every time you had stopped him gently. A soft act he didn't think he wouldve appreciated so much.

His hands are shaky as the wrap around your waist, after you've finished with the cream, and you pulling the blanket over the both of you, him shoving a stuffed animal off the bed abit too harshly, in which you laugh, "who needs bears when your here?" You had whispered, peppering soft kisses along his face, before you had fallen asleep in each others grasp.

Waking up in the morning with him still at your side, realizing the reason you had woken up was your father in the doorway, you had told them about his situation not long ago, needing advice on how to help.

"Front door next time, okay Henry?" He had said before chucking and closing the door. Henry pressing a kiss to your lips softly. A tender act he didn't realize he had in him, and he realized he wouldn't want it any other way.

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Patrick had never known really how to feel before. But then you moved to Derry, in all your glory, and you didn't seem too disgusted at him, when he would tower over you, scaring off people as you talk. How you spoke to him, and when he sat besides you in lessons (forcibly), you didn't seem too horrified by his pencil case, and then the fridge. Oh the fridge. You had been wondering around, and he had been watching, and when your curiosity peaked and you looked inside the fridge, the abandoned metal, you didn't seem to horrified, cooing softly at a dead cat carcus, patting it's head and shutting the door, before wandering around more. And he knew at that point, he needed you.

His mother brought him a two pack set of Tom and Jerry shirts, and he never had worn Jerry, because he is never the one chased. But when the two of you officially started dating, you wore that shirt, sometimes at school, and he would never be able to stop looking at you.

Some people in the halls would look at you as if you were insane, a few teachers asking if you were okay, and maybe a small meeting with the guidance councillor about relationships, and if you were forced into one it's a safe place to say. But every time you would leave the conversation and find Patrick, kissing his cheek as his hands stayed still at his side, never knowing what to do in these situations.

He thought you were pretty, his friends thought you were pretty insane. But you really weren't, you just didn't really mind that much, because what man doesn't come with a little baggage anyways?

It was late one night, he has been round yours all day, considering your family was out of state, back in your hometown for some family issues. You were in the living room, half asleep on the couch, him walking around, clicking his lighter as he looks at old baby photos.

Yet soon enough, he had put on some random snuff film in the VHS tape. Sat besides you, with you propped against his side, his hands hugging you, but not completely, because his hands are wandering. Watching some violent scene you are too tired to look up at, barely registering it as his fingers pass the waistline off your sleep shorts, and panties. Circling your clit, letting you unravel along his fingers.

Then leading to you on your bed, both of you naked, his knife to your throat as he ruts into you, a condom discarded, cum filled in your bin, he had become frustrated, not wanting to have the barrier because it's not like your leaving him anyways, so who cares if you do it raw.. Your not leaving him, right?

You've come too many times to count, with a new initial carved into your inner thigh, 'P', and him promising to add a new initial each time you fuck, whether you'd like him too or not, but do you really have a choice?

His lower abdomen is soaked in your fluids, and his lips wet with cum after eating you out for an hour or so. You can tell he's close, because his grip on the knife is becoming weak, so you carefully take it from his hand, placing it aside, holding him close as he comes, groaning in your eat before falling fully on top of you, whispering some incoherant words. Before slipping out, eating his loads of cum out your pussy. Finishing everything off with a needy yet worn out kiss on your lips.

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female reader x nancy wheeler

those icy blue eyes staring up into yours, innocent at first but hinting to something more vulgar. there you were, holding nancy with your hands on her waist, tracing her body lovingly while leaving soft kisses on the nook of her neck.

before you knew it, you were dragged to the bedroom, your mind too busy enjoying the sweet taste of her lips on yours. you lay her down carefully, as if she was a porcelain doll, stripping her of her clothes completely in a rush to pleasure her. your hands delicately trace her thighs, sending a shiver down her spine. god, she looks so beautiful when shes hot under my touch.

soft and slow whimpers come from her mouth as she mumbles your name, your tongue deep in her folds. your tongue writhes along her opening, stopping to suck on her pearl and making her gasp. her eyes widen as she gets closer, moaning your name louder and no longer shy.

she grabs onto your hair, coercing you to keep going, and that you do. you keep sucking and licking, her moans turning you on like nothing else. “fuck.. i’m gonna come…” she whispers trying to catch her breath. your tongue flat on her clit, one final lick and she crumbles under your touch, letting out a loud whine as she completes. she grabs onto your hair as she comes down.

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You've been in the gang about 6 months now, and it's obvious how the stress of late has been getting to everyone. The air thick, not as much talking as usual but far too much tension. It's blatantly obvious to anyone who pays more than a moments attention that Arthur has been far to pent up, in more ways than one. So why not be helpful for one, surely you owe it to him for his hospitality?

The moonlight shines through the small gap in the tent flap, your skin bare and soft thighs streched, with feet resting on his broad shoulders. His fingers shoved in your mouth to keep you quiet, the fingers which were in you not long ago, drool dripping down your chin as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your hands clutching for dear life onto the animal furs below you.

Your back arches off your bed and sweet whines are filtered through his fingers, him whispering soft nothings into the sex filed air around you. The soft hairs at the base of his throbbing member brushing ever so softly but oh so tantalising against your clit, his hips grinding against your.

He really needed this, and it's apparent as he unloads again inside you, for the nth time tonight, your velvety walls throbbing against his thick veiny length.

He only decides he's done when the early morning light shines over you both, your legs unable to move, fast asleep against his chest as his hands hold a soft damp cloth to clean you up. Everyone comments on his uplifted mood and the new soft glow to your skin.

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He's always been there, every corridor, ever since childhood, sat on the steps eating a messy ice cream, up until now, no longer in school. Instead moving into your new apartment.

Eating a takeout sat on the mattress in your new place, already planning on how to decorate, where the new kitten or puppy will sleep. Steve's hands around you as you lay down for the first night in your new appartment, laying against his chest, his hands roaming abit too low to have no different intentions. His fingers slipping past your sleep shorts, and running through your folds, growing damper with every touch and caress.

Steve cuddling you from behind as he pushes into your warm hole, thrusting to the rhythm off the music on the radio in the background. Small whimpers leaving your lips and quite groans leaving his, trying to stay quiet.

Steve saying that you were both just breaking in the new place, breaking your back in too. Both of you barely able to unpack boxes the day after on wobbly legs, soft giggles as he holds you from behind.

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Meeting up with Steve when he's on his lunch breaks is always fun, sat in the cramped staff room with just him, lingering touches and glances, teasing smiles and soft giggles floating through the air. Sharing some lunch as you just talk for his short break.

The air becoming hotter as the conversation dwindles down, and the touches are no longer lingering. Steve peppering soft yet passionate kisses to your lips, and across your neck, lifting you on top off the table.

Steve going down on you, head between your thighs and your slick dribbling down his chin. Creaming against his tounge before he rutting into you, too needy to pull his jeans down any further than his knees, having to be quick so you don't get caught.

Robin giving you a both funny look as Steve walks you to the door, kissing you a bit too hard before you leave. His hair a mess he tried fixing and your lipstick on his neck.

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Imagine not having seen Steve since your teen years, having moved away for college and finally coming home. Running into the old 'king' steve at the supermarket, the bright white lights hitting you like a halo in the frozen food isle. Hands half on an ice cream tub, eyebrows raising as you make eye contact through the glass door.

Imagine Steve taking you on a date to the new italian restaurant in town, getting to re-know you again over a bottle of red wine.

Imagine Steve offering to take you home, and inviting him in for some warm tea to settle down.

Imagine Steve pinning you gently against the couch, kissing along your neck and collarbones, hooking your knees over his shoulder and his fingers stretching you ever so gently and suckling on the little pearl filled with pleasure.

Imagine Steve taking you that night on the silk sheets of your bed, stretching you so nicely, peppering kisses all along your face, and after, having a nice shared bath and falling asleep in each others arms.

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Imagine Steve finding you after a baseball game, having won again this season! His adrenaline still high as he make sure all the kids get back safely. Your leaning against the hood of the car, he doesn't hesitate to walk over, caging you in against the cool metal, mumbling about how the game went, and about a mother in the stand with a particularly adorable baby...

Imagine Steve taking you home that night and ravishing you against the wall, barely having shut the door, lips and teeth clashing, biting your bottom lip and slotting his knees between your thighs.

Imagine Steve with baby fever taking you against your shared bed, raw for the first time, dumping loads after loads of his thick cum in to your pussy, keeping his fingers inside as you cuddle to sleep to make sure it takes in your fertile womb.