Tumgik
#seven sentence celebration: 🥭
brandycranby · 10 months
Note
for my king ari linking hands during sex
Sunkissed
a/n: nonnie sweet nonnie ty for the first ari req 🥺🫶🏻💕💕 banner by @/cafekitsune
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Condensation fogs the bedroom windows, the hazy Manhattan sunset filtering through cloudy golden, lighting you up radiant as a goddess, writhing over Ari's heaving body.
His mouth is agape, his thick brown beard still salty and wet with your juices, his eyes darkened like ocean depths. Those half-lidded eyes watch you as you squirm, fucking yourself down on his heavy cock, your pussy lips spreading for him as you slowly sink, thighs trembling with the strain. 
"A-Ari…" you breathe out, wispy light with effort, and he responds, ghosting his broad palms up your sides from where he'd been guiding your waist, up to your soft breasts, along your arms to your hands, interlacing your fingers. 
Like Andromeda clinging to her rock, you lean on him, still aching, panting, grinding against the coarse hair at the base of his cock for sparkles of pleasure. 
Lust overtakes your exhaustion as the sun travels beyond your little apartment, dousing the room in dusk. His strength is your strength and you rise to hoarse encouragement, your great brawny anchor merely mortal beneath you once more. 
---
i had fun exploring this couple and their dynamics, it's a little flowery even for me but i hope u like it 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 they live in nyc and they adore each other yes yes
come celebrate with me w seven sentence requests
266 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 4 months
Note
Hii!! By your mouth and mine was the first (and might be the only?) Asian!reader-specific fic I’ve read for Steve and it always stuck with me!! Your writing is so poetic and expressive ❤️❤️
Could i request a Steve/reader smut of him eating you out?? I’d love it if the reader was East Asian but it doesn’t have to be!!! Happy anniversary :)))
Like A Prayer
a/n: ty for this request nonnie 🥺🫶🏻 i'm sorry this has taken so long!! this is east asian reader but not too explicit and no description
Tumblr media Tumblr media
What's the virtue of abstinence to a man who’s had 70 years pass by in the blink of an eye? 
He can’t be expected to be able to wait, peacefully slumbering beside you, deep in dreaming, entrusted with your parent’s severe blessing to wed and to follow the unspoken rules of their house. 
Instead, Steve falls into you, his daydream lashes brushing his cheeks, eyes half-open to memorialize the heave of your soft tummy, your hands squeezing your breasts in a way that he understands is painful but cathartic in wake of the pleasure he gives. 
His mouth is latched to your pussy, an airtight seal; gently, he caresses your clit with the broad flat of his tongue, tracing the delicate seam between the pearl tip and hood, and his pink lips move against your labia, like a knight kissing the palm of his star-like lady in devotion, making his touch last before he rides out. 
Just like, but not really; this is something much more holy. 
He hunches over, cramped on the edge of your childhood bed, back bowed in worship; prayer is silent and so are you, throat closing and forcing back any sounds as your fingers strum over your nipples, flicking them in time with his tongue until you buck against his chin, another burst of slippery fluid seeping out, wanting him, wanting more. 
And Steve is a sinner, Steve is a hero, Steve is your disciple with blue-fire eyes pledging devotion to you.
---
i wrote this at work :)) enjoy steve in horny jail, feel free to join him 😌 hehe it's my first foray into writing since summer, sorry if this is super weird
seven sentence celebration masterlist
64 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 10 months
Note
Congrats on the 2nd anniversary of your first fic!
Can I get number 5 of the secret relationship prompts with Steve Rogers please? 💕🤗
A Million Reasons
a/n: aaaa thank you kera 🥺🫶🏻💕💕 i hope u like dis. banner by @cafekitsune
Tumblr media Tumblr media
The touch of Steve’s fingers on your cheek is radiant, its sweet warmth sparkling along your skin and down your neck where he traces the tip of his nose along your pulse. 
“I’m not sure I can go the whole day without kissing you,” he whispers, relishing the comfort of holding you in his arms for a few seconds more while the perfume of your skin threatens to make him succumb and stay by your little desk, exposing your love to the world. 
The bright office lights sting his eyes when you pull away and he blinks, hair a little mussed and your scent clinging to him possessively. You avoid looking at his lips so plump and pink and pretty, begging to be kissed. 
“What bullshit reason should I give for your visit today, Captain Rogers?” You smile; the huff he makes would sound more appropriate coming from a particularly grouchy rottweiler but the sudden rustling behind your boss’s office door means it’s time to be professional once more. 
“A routine security report and a chat about policy improvement,” he beams at your eye roll at his perfectly recited excuse, the same one he’s been using for the last five months. 
“I’m sure.” Your fond expression lingers even as Pepper swings her door open to eject a disheveled Tony, and you brush your hand against Steve’s one last time before he turns away. 
---
i've never written secret relationship before but this is really fun!! reader is pepper's PA if that isn't clear 🤗💕
come celebrate my first fic's 2nd anniversary with me
133 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 9 months
Note
screaming crying begging for ransom + holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition 🥺💛
In Perfect Colour
a/n: hi nika 🥺💕 hehe totally a coincidence i answered this today 🤧 this took me a while but i love this combo
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Come on, we don’t have all day.” That’s what Ransom says but when you turn at his tugging, he has a small smile and endless fondness in his eyes.
Against the red velvet walls of the Baroque Gallery, he is a marblesque figure, a single dark lock of hair rakishly crossing his forehead; one that you pulled from its gelled confines before you left the hotel this morning. 
“Aww, but I’m admiring the art,” grinning, you hold up both hands, extended fingers as your mock picture frame, “Are you a classical masterwork-” “Stop, do not finish that-” “-cause I’d like to pin you against the wall.”
He grabs you by the waist, tugging you closer, looking furtively over his shoulder for any bystanders or stragglers from your tour group as you laugh and laugh, hidden in his long coat. 
His “shut up” is faint enough and breathy enough that you forgive him instantly and tilt your head, his thumb on your chin guiding you up to meet his lips. 
Your guide’s face is a neat puce when you two finally rejoin the group, hand-in-hand and looking a little worse for wear. His vigorous accented rant about respecting “le Musée” is overshadowed by the tittering of old ladies eyeing Ransom’s red-stained cheeks and the pulse of your heart still throbbing.
---
heheheheheheheheh 😏💕 i enjoy making fictional guys flustered 🫶🏻 they'll have a lovely rest of their day, eating all the good food and kissing in their hotel room
seven sentence celebration: 🥭 masterlist
105 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 9 months
Note
hi miss brandy 🤭 happy 2nd anniversary to your first fic!!! i am a sl*t for secret relationships, so may i request: "they will be mad if they ever find out." + andy 😣💕
Lack of Standing
a/n: hiiiii my desti darling 😚🫶🏻✨️💕 ty for patiently waiting hehe up to you whether reader is a teacher or single mom
Tumblr media Tumblr media
It happens because he falls down the stairs.
Mr. Andrew Barber, stellar volunteer and single father, goes ass over tea kettle down a flight of stairs while trying to carry six cases of Capri Sun to the gymnasium.
It happens slowly, somewhere between you running your hands over his head and neck, feeling for bumps but really feeling the softness of his hair and the warmth of his skin, lingering on the pulse under his jaw.
The press of his lips are a surprise, even if he had moved at a glacial place; both to give you enough time to stop him and because he is, in fact, in incredible pain. Warm, soft, plush, a hint of minty toothpaste still on his breath, faintly scratchy when you put your hands on his jaw to steady yourself and to get closer.
The soft groan he lets out halts you in your tracks; you pull away, even as his hands on your waist try to hold you down. “Mister Barber,” you scold, “I’m going to get some of the other PTA dads, don’t you move.”
On the ground, star-fished and surrounded by juice packets, Andy chuckles, "Get your lipstick off my face first, honey. They’ll be so mad if they ever find out.”
---
he'll be fine dw u can ride to urgent care with him ehehehehe 🫶🏻💕💕 im learning that i love to write secret relationships
ty to @punemy-spotted for the title 😚✨️💕
a part of my seven sentence celebration
75 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 10 months
Note
For 7 sentences if you please: fluff and/or smut with this stinky boat man
Tumblr media
You're the best, happy fic-aversary! Hugs. 💕
New Horizons
a/n: hello my dear fish sorry this took so long!! ty for requesting the shtinky boat man i love him so much
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Are you sure you don’t need me to be on top, old man?”
You giggle as Frank pauses with a sigh and lets the head of his cock rests on your soft mound. Its heavy weight teases you, pressed up against slick hot flesh. 
The trailer is strangely empty, many years of bits and bobs packed off in boxes, the kitchen cupboards empty of plates and cereal boxes. No Mary or Fred to come barging in to interrupt you two; the both of them (one willing, one unwilling) are out with Roberta for one last hang-out sesh.
Thus the chance to luxuriate and go at it like rabbits; if only your Frank would move. 
“Well, since I’m an old man, I get to go as slow as I want,” he says, shaking his head when you surreptitiously trying to nudge him closer with your legs around his waist, “and you better be good or I’ll make it last all night.” 
---
fluffy smut >>> hehe
come celebrate my 1st fic's anniversary w me (requests answered on a rolling basis)
65 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 10 months
Note
Hi Friend!
I saw you were in a Ransom pit. Just thought I'd dig it a lil deeper 😉
Imagine Ransom buys reader a bookshelf and usually when he buys furniture, it just comes built....
So Reader comes back to her apartment to see one Ransom Drysdale sitting in the middle of her living room: hair un-coiffed, toolbox scattered everywhere, nuts and bolts in little piles....... With a scowl on his face trying to figure out what the hell a Philips screwdriver is? 🪛
Sensibility
a/n: hello nonnie 🥹🫶🏻💕💕 this imagine has brought me so much joy and i'm so sorry for hoarding it for so long. hehe have this smol blurb in honor of my seven sentence sat/sun celebration. banner by @/cafekitsune
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Like all things with a fresh out of therapy Ransom, it had been a sweet idea at first. 
The entire drive there with minimal grumbling, your slow walk around the displays hand-in-hand, his soft glances at you when you pointed out couches that would fit the two of you very comfortably. He hadn’t snarked about the line at the food court or about the meatballs and jam but he had triumphantly wheeled out a BILLY bookcase in all its dismembered glory as you skipped ahead, giddy with joy. 
But the building, oh goodness, the building is proving to be a problem. 
“What does the minus screwdriver mean? What am I minusing?” Ransom’s bangs shake free of his gelled pompadour with every frantic glance he makes between the instruction booklet and the parts you’re neatly piling onto the parlor carpet.
Silently, making unwavering eye contact with his sweet baby blues, you slip a hand into the brand new toolbox to pull out a flathead screwdriver. 
"Oh," he says, "oh, shut up." And you laugh softly in his ear, brushing your lips against his when he snatches the screwdriver from your grasp and gets to work.
---
i took a look at an ikea manual for the first time in 8 yrs, did you know that they don't have any written instructions? 🙃
come celebrate my first fic's 2nd anniversary with me
56 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 10 months
Text
seven sentence celebration: 🥭 m. list
a compilation of the drabbles written for my celebration event for my first fic By Your Mouth and Mine.
last updated: 08/07/2023
event announcement | main masterlist
Tumblr media
sensibility
ransom drysdale x you, requested by anon
a million reasons
steve rogers x you, requested by @eloquentreverie
liquid love
andy barber x you, requested by @astrorogers
sunkissed
ari levinson x you, requested by anon
new horizons
frank adler x you, requested by @undutchable11
lack of standing
andy barber x you, requested by @worksby-d
in perfect colour
ransom drysdale x you, requested by @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare
like a prayer
steve rogers x you, requested by anon
---
stay tuned for more fills <3
49 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 10 months
Note
Hey babe!! Can I request Andy x Desi!reader with these prompts:
“how about this. i go out, get your favorite ice cream while you take a nice bath and by the time we’re both done, we can watch our show.” 
and
soothing kisses
Thank you so much and congratulations again!!!
Liquid Love
a/n: hi heather 🥺🥺 love u sm. this turned out to be autistic!desi!reader but ofc everyone's experience is different. i hope it doesn't take away from the story 🫶🏻💕💕banner by @/cafekitsune
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Feeling better? Hm?” Slowly, Andy runs his big palm in circles around your belly button, adjusting pressure unconsciously when you whine, gaze focused on the drama playing on the TV, volume as low as it can go. 
You’re a sweet otter on its back, half-heartedly mouthing at a Kirkland kulfi bar, warm and cozy after your everything shower; traces of coconut oil waft from your head, his careful massaging lulling you to forget your soreness. 
Every month, he prepares for the war your body wages on you, beating you down with bloating and aches and pains that overwhelm you in their intensity. This time, it’s no different, with you coming home and melting down the moment the door shut behind you; the world is so cruel, darling. 
Carefully, Andy moves closer, smiling when you tuck your head underneath his bearded chin, right where it belongs, rubbing slightly to stim as you finish your treat. 
You frown a little, “too icy...” one last taste, “no mango.” He hums apologetically, landing a kiss on your forehead, two, three, five; he’ll make up for it and buy something from a proper brand tomorrow, but tonight, he'll stay by your side as you fight through the pain again. 
---
as always, if i include something in my writing that is incorrect or inaccurate, pls let me know!! im not desi, possiblyyyy undiagnosed autistic(?) so i might get stuff wrong. send me an ask (be nice pls) and i'll make changes.
come celebrate my first fic's 2nd anniversary with me
46 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 10 months
Text
i swear im going to work on requests soon i swear 😭🥺 aaaaaaa
4 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 10 months
Text
seven sentence celebrations will resume this weekend 😌🫶🏻✨️🩷💫 stay tuned everyone
3 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 10 months
Text
kissing everyone on the mouf for sending in so many great prompts 🥺🥺 requests are still open (as they always are lol) and i will be working on them as the weeks progress.
if you'd like to keep track of them, everything will be tagged under "seven sentence celebration: 🥭"
3 notes · View notes
brandycranby · 10 months
Text
smol update, our internet has to be shut off to fix the kitchen light so i wont be able to access tumblr for now. my data is too spotty. i am still working on requests and will post when i get back online 😊😊
besides the ransom and steve requests i've already posted, we still have five andy asks, two curtis, one frank, one steve and one ransom so stay tuned 😚🫶🏻✨️🩷💫
my inbox is still open for seven sentence requests and just chatting hehe
1 note · View note
brandycranby · 10 months
Text
i've been trying to vary my request answers but it's steve's birfday tomorrow 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 might fill another one for him
0 notes
brandycranby · 10 months
Text
heehee two ari asks 😏
0 notes
brandycranby · 10 months
Text
tomorrow is the 2nd anniversary of the first fic i ever posted on tumblr 🥺 i want to do something special, so you're welcome to send in requests for seven sentence sat/sun
you can send in a fluff, smut, or hurt/comfort prompt + any CE character 😚💕💕 you do not have to be following me to ask!!
some prompt lists i have lying around: sleepy, hand-holding, kissing, domesticity, secret relationship & june. you're welcome to make one up as well 😊💕💕
i write for asian/desi readers on top of true inclusive readers so feel free to be specific in your request 🥰
my first-born child: by your mouth and mine 🥭 we never celebrated her 1st anniversary
any request i dont finish by the weekend will still be completed, dont worry 🤗 i will also be clearing out other asks, sorry for taking so long with them 😭😭
id tag some old moots but they're mostly gone 🥲 @punemy-spotted my stalwart beloved 🫶🏻✨️💛💫🧡 and my new moots as well, i love you all 🫶🏻 in case y'all are interested @babyjakes @astrorogers @intrepidacious @eloquentreverie @ttyls @ghotifishreads @worksby-d @venusstorm @onsunnyside & all those i missed but love just the same 🥺💕💕
---
Tumblr media
57 notes · View notes