#trash cam

[yakowo]

i'm down bad for the trash can

[saosinn]

cam thinks you smell really good.

nsfw under the cut, afab reader!

cam's spit had to be laced with some sort of crack, or some other drug, because you were addicted. each time you kissed you never wanted to pull away, and by the time you did you were light headed from how long you held it. something about the air surrounding him, his confidence- or was it his indifference? it doesn't really matter, but the way he carried himself made you do a complete 180° when around him.

if you thought your sex drive was high, cam's must've reached space. every time you stopped by his spot in the kitchen to chat, or to give him a chaste kiss before you left for the day, he'd leave you breathless and unkempt. there was nothing inherently sexual about how he handled you, but he'd never give you a half assed kiss, that's for sure.

and because of that, here you are, sat between his legs with your back to his chest. his thick fingers were knuckle deep in your cunt, his free arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady. he always loved the smell of your skin— no, he doesn't mean your lotion or your body wash, he means your skin. the natural scent that emanated from your body, especially your neck and chest, made him drool like a dog in heat.

cam buried his nose in the crook of your neck, taking in a deep sniff, his hips bucking against your backside as he did so, hard cock pressing impossibly further into you. "god," cutting himself off with a deep groan, he licked a slow stripe from the dip of your collarbone, all the way up to your mandible. "you think we can make this a candle, or some shit?" he chuckled, but you both knew there was an ounce of seriousness in his joke.

your legs were kept open by his, fully spread to his liking. the squelch of your cunt was ungodly raunchy, and with how much you were dripping, your next conversation with florence was going to be very awkward. in this moment though, you couldn't bring yourself to care, the only thing clouding your mind was cam. his pace wasn't gentle, nor was the way he slammed his fingers down again and again, but the way his palm incessantly hit your clit made you forgive him.

your skin started to bead with sweat, the red shirt you were wearing sticking to your back like a fly trap. cam pulled his fingers from you without warning, his other arm still holding you firm against him. whipping your head around in confusion, you were met with cam's honeyed gaze, fingers under his nose as he smelled your slick. you were left speechless, face hot with embarrassment.

just as you were about to tell him to cut it out, he put his fingers in his mouth, tongue swirling around the digits devilishly. he moaned around his own fingers, the sound coming deep from his chest. with a sharp pop, they were out of his mouth, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he trailed his hand back down once again.

"you can give me a bit more, can't you?" it was more of a statement than a question, you knew he was gonna take what he wanted, and you'd be more than willing to give it to him. you shuddered as his fingers slowly sank into you, his spit now cold. with a deep sniff of the crown of your head, his fingers started to move once again. "yeah.., i know you can."

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7/1/25

this is for nonnie who requested cam smut :3 sorry if this sux it was something i wrote in like an hour at 4am :p this one is bootyhole, one day i'll come back to these blurbs and write full pieces for them trust me

[kosmobeat]

is making your own variants of the dateables a thing

(he doesn't get much bc we recycle a lot)

[driftd0ll]

May I kindly request Cam, Mateo, Eddie, Volt and Barry with a super duper submissive homeowner ?

It was so hard to choose only 5 dateables btw lmao

- 🥐

Sorry for the wait, my love!

Cam, Mateo, Barry, and Eddie and Volt W/ Super Submissive Homeowner!

Warnings; nsfw/18+, dom/sub, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, fluffy sex, soft, cuddling, groping, boob/nipple play,

Cam isn’t the first person most would think of as being incredibly dominant and not particularly caring. It’s not that he’s not those things, but there are certainly others among your house of lovers, so why him? It’s simple, though! Cam is genuinely sweet (... When he wants to be), and you always know that he’ll always give you what you want in the end, but the venture there is filled with plenty of edging and teasing..

Don’t get it confused, he'll make you feel dirty (are you really surprised?), but Cam won't tease about it… Too much, anyway, unless he catches on that you like it.

Cam pulls you back into his lap, hooking your legs over his to keep you nice and spread out. You feel exposed as the cool air nips at your body almost cruelly, one hand reaching up to push his fingers into your mouth while the other one dips down and gropes your exposed pussy, “You’re making a mess, and I haven’t even put anything inside you yet. Are you really that desperate?” The man nibbles along your neck, pressing his fingers down against your soft tongue to make sure you couldn’t answer.

It’s a painful, embarrassing truth; he hasn’t even put his fingers, only grinding his palm against your clit and occasionally pressing his middle and ring finger against your hole to test your reaction. Due to this, your cunt has been fucking weeping. Slick trailing down and staining the flesh of your thighs and ass, you’re practically burning yourself with how desperate you are. Similarly, drool slips from your mouth to coat Cam’s fingers in what you would consider a gross fashion—but he seems to be eating it up, pushing his fingers farther down to watch your tears build up, attempting to back away, only to press yourself further against him.

You let out a little whimper, weakly moving your hips against Cam’s hand, but he immediately stops all his movements with an amused huff. He lets out a soft coo, pressing the flat of his tongue against your neck before dragging it up disgustingly across your neck, blowing some air on the wet skin, “What? You don’t like that?” Cam is grinning, but you can’t even muster the strength to want to snap at him—all you want is to cum!

With intense desperation, you attempt to grind your hips forward, the knot in your stomach tightening. The man doesn’t fight, watching as you climb to your peak yet again, watching in delight as your fingers dig into his legs that keep yours spread sinfully. 

“Aw,” Cam murmurs, spreading his fingers apart with a wet noise, “It’s okay, baby. Everything is just fine. You can keep taking it, right? I know you can, you're just." He crooks his fingers, "so sweet f'me, right?"

Mateo is nothing if not tooth-rottenly sweet to you, and he adores you always seems to melt into him—the way you kick off your shoes and practically stumble into his arms after a hard day's work, he’s gotten to develop something of a third sense whenever you need to let your mind melt away for a bit. Mateo is always gentle with you; he just can’t resist showering you with praises and kisses.

Mateo leans closer into your chest, resting his hands gently on your hips as you sink down on his cock with a wet squelch, accompanied by moans drug from both of you.

"Mmph- Oh, sweet girl," The man is messy, and yet still dares to look and sound amazing. The words fall from his lips easily, as if you're not hanging onto his every praise.

The position that the two of you are in isn't embarrassing, and yet you feel like your face was set on fire. Mateo is sitting on the couch, with his hands resting gently on your hips while you struggle to keep yourself from falling and taking in all of his fat cock too quickly. Your hands rest on his shoulders, digging into his skin just enough to make him tense and shudder against you.

"Mm," Mateo massages your hips, sliding to cup your ass before returning to your hips—he repeats the pattern repeatedly, "G- Mn- Go slow, baby. You can do it, but don't hurt yourself."

Your heart swells at his words, beating aggressively against your chest so bad that you fear Mateo might actually feel it. It's even more embarrassing after he begins to press kisses onto your chest, smiling into your warm skin, feeling your already warm cunt getting wet enough to drip down the length of his cock, "That's it, sweet girl. Ohhh, I love you- I love you, I love you-"

A desperate whine leaves your spit-covered lips, your arms sliding to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you sink down against him. You're halfway down, gasping weakly, taking it slow and steady despite how badly you want to just drop and let your pussy swallow him entirely.

Eddie and Volt are both switches, but neither are particularly obedient when acting submissive. When Volt is submissive, he’s a huge fucking brat—teasing and giving Eddie a little, impish grin, and while Eddie does tend to be a bit more obedient than Volt, neither were exactly prepared for just how obedient you would be! They’re especially not used to someone who sticks with one role, as both of them tend to flip around quite a bit (one day Volt might be getting bent over with grumpy! Eddie’s fingers in his mouth, and Eddie could be crying and hissing as Volt pushes himself inside Eddie’s mouth—they just need both worlds!). That’s not to say they aren’t incredibly grateful, especially when they’re both feeling a bit dominant.

“Mm!” You gag around Eddie’s cock, nose buried in his bush, brushing against his abdomen. You resist the urge to pull away while tears fill your eyes—not that you could, as Volt’s long fingers entangle themselves in your hair, pushing you up and down the length of your lover’s heavy cock.

“Oh, that’s a magnificent sight,” Volt murmurs, lifting you from Eddie’s just a bit and watching as more drool slips out and drops onto your exposed thighs, “Aren’t you a good little Spark, taking him deep in that throat of yours, hm?” He pushes you back down once more, causing Eddie to roll his head back and buck his hips upwards—making you gag harshly.

“Shit-” Eddie curses immediately, giving Volt a weak glare (the man only grins in response), “Don’t- ah- Don’t fucking do that.” He warns, his knuckles going white as he leans back, gripping the edge of the bar. Small, pleasured noises leave Eddie’s lips, despite his attempts not to be affected by the way your warm, silky throat convulses around his cock, the way you’re trying your best to look up at him—he has to squeeze his eyes closed just to keep from shooting his load down your throat.

Volt bites his lip, his fingers still buried in your hair and guiding your movements in an unforgiving rhythm, “You know they can take whatever we give them, they’re such a determined little thing.” He coos, glancing down at you while leaning to nibble at Eddie’s throat—causing the man to scowl, the redness on his face spreading. “Just look at how eager they are.” It’s stated as a fact, and Eddie can’t help but let his eyes drop back down to you.

The way his eyes, cloudy with lust, intensely study the way your cheeks bulge makes your stomach tighten in a way you can’t describe, moaning when the man rolls his hips. You run your tongue across the prominent vein on Eddie’s cock, giving a harsh suck as the two of you make eye contact, watching through teary-eyes as he immediately cusses.

Volt lets out a surprised noise as Eddie jerks up and throws his head back, before chuckling deeply, running his thumb over your head rewardingly, “Oh, good- keep that up, an I dare say, Eddie might break for you.”

Barry- God- he makes you want to be good for him! He already showers you with so much praise and affection naturally, but he thinks you’re just darling when you’re laid out on your back for him, looking up like he’s everything. He could never bring himself to make you do all the work—on the contrary, he quite likes working you up and sending you over the edge, so he always tells you that you just need to sit and look pretty for him!

Barry’s mouth is absolutely sinful- divine, in all the right ways, between the enamored praises and the way he doesn’t hold back, kissing and groping you senselessly. It’s like he’s drunk, just off the taste of your neck and collarbone.

“Gorgeous-” Barry gasps, just barely heard through your skin as he grinds his cock forward, “Positively gorgeous, darling- You’re such a good girl, you always are.” He babbles drunkenly as you whimper.

His whole weight is on top of you, sandwiching you between himself and the bed—it’s hot, your both sweaty, panting, and you’re sure that the makeup Barry had spent so much time on is running down your face. You two have been at this for at least an hour (maybe even two), with him pumping his cock in and out your soft pussy until the two of you physically couldn’t handle it anymore, but you couldn’t bring yourselves to stop!

You wrap your arms around Barry’s neck to pull him closer, whimpering as you feel the length of his cock sliding against your sensitive folds, over and over again. The cum clinging to your thighs, mixed with your slick, makes it easier for him to slip against you while you’re unable to even twitch your hips.

Barry’s mouth attaches to your neck, dragging his teeth lightly against you with small, fucked-out whimpers, “Mm- Good- good, good, you feel so good-” he continues endlessly as he quickens his pace, the sound of his thighs hitting your own become louder, the wet squelches of his cock rubbing you nearly clicking from the sheer amount of mess the two of you had made. Despite every inch of the two of you screaming for mercy, you just can’t bring yourselves to stop…

[owls-den]

Please no one tell Barry where Cam got that cucumber from...

[veryverv]

infodumppp??// idk

[badgirlfriendcookie]

chewing the walls, brb

[thespaceyace]

my babygirl does NOT get enough love around here im obsessed with the trash man,,, 🗑️