Show Me

Teach Me [Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader]

Summary: Eddie notices you watching him in class and asks you for your help.

TW/CW: Smut, 18+ only, minors DNI. Thigh riding, grinding, fingering, PIV, ring-kink, mutual pining, idiots in love, possessive!eddie toward the end

A/N: I am down horrendously for this man, your honor

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Ms. O'Donnel's class was kind of a bitch. Even you had to admit it, and you did pretty well for yourself in school.

You had been stealing glances at Eddie Munson all year-- the older, charming, slightly dangerous but all-too-fluffy dungeon master with the best damn hair you'd ever seen.

You came from different worlds and two obviously opposite ends of the social spectrum. Eddie was loud and loved to make a scene, putting his humor on display for any and everyone with no regrets. Whereas you tried to stay to yourself and avoid human interaction to the best of your ability.

That didn't stop what was once your little spark of interest with Eddie from turning into a full on wildfire; vibrant flames that were fanned every time you saw that devilish grin of his.

You had to work hard to avert your eyes as he drummed on his notebook with his pencil, twirling the ends of his hair with his free hand. You'd look away successfully, just to feel your eyes slowly drifting back to him moments later.

His rings caught your eye this time as he played with his hair, the different silver bands catching the sunlight as his fingers bent and twirled around the strands of hair. You had to swallow back the audible gasp that rose in your throat when he suddenly turned his head and caught you staring.

You quickly looked down at your desk, scribbling nonsense in your notebook as if you'd been working away the whole class period - not daydreaming about his ring-clad fingers being wrapped around your throat.

You could feel your heart ramming against your ribcage as you willed the bell to ring, granting you a sweet escape into the sea of people that would flood the hallways, hiding you from the piercing doe eyes that were burning into you now.

You glanced back up momentarily to find Eddie still looking at you, a cheeky smirk sitting perfectly on his face. You blinked a few times, suddenly forgetting how to look away.

Hi he mouthed as Ms. O'Donnel drawled on about the book report assignment, rushing to push out details before the final bell rang.

You lifted your hand and waved discreetly as your cheeks began to burn.

His smile grew wider as he admired your shyness, something Eddie absolutely adored about you.

The bell rang and you thanked the Gods, hurrying to shove your books in your bag and get the hell out of there. You managed to slip out of the class before anyone else, speed walking to your locker to put your things away despite your first thought to just lug it all home to save time.

You shut the locker, your heart practically leaping from your chest as Eddie stood propped against the lockers behind it. You let out a small yelp that sent a chuckle straight through him.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he said as he watched you with an amused grin. "I'm Eddie. We have English together," he says as he motions down the hall.

"Yeah, I know," you say hesitantly. "I'm-"

"Y/N," he finishes for you as he shakes your hand slowly, his cold rings pressing into your hand. "I know," he says as he squints his eyes with a grin.

Your name falling from his lips was a melody you could listen to on repeat. You were a little shocked that he knew your name, but the thought quickly vanished as your focus turned to how intently he was watching you.

You realize you're standing there like an idiot so you throw your bag over your shoulder, trying to appear less like a star-struck loser.

"Well, have a good day," You say awkwardly as you walk past him, taking a deep breath as you feel your nerve endings singe.

"Hey, wait up!" he calls as he jogs up next to you, walking with you down the hall to the large double doors to freedom.

You looked up at him with expectant eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Listen, I'm uh... I'm tanking O'Donnel's class. I really need a D so I can graduate next month," he says quietly, almost with shame in his voice. "Could we, I don't know, maybe study together? This book report is going to kick my ass,"

You stopped in your tracks as you stood outside of the school now, looking up as the sun beamed down on Eddie's frizzy hair. Of course he just wanted help with English. Now that made sense to you.

"Well, I guess I'm free... sure. Why not?" You say, looking down at your sneakers. What did you have to lose?

Eddie burst into an obnoxiously adorable display of excitement, jumping up on the ledge of the stairs to take a victory stance with his arms thrown in the air.

Your eyes were wide as you looked around, feeling the curious, judgmental looks of your peers on you now.

Eddie hopped back down and placed his hand on your back to lead you away from the busy entrance. "Shit, sorry," he whispered as he tried to shield you. You tried to hide the effect it had on you as you felt warmth travel through your whole body.

"Yours or mine?" Eddie asked, turning to walk backwards as he pulled a cigarette out and placed it between his lips to light it. "My uncle is away for a few days, so my place is pretty quiet."

You nodded, a nervousness creeping up the back of your neck when you thought of being alone with him. You mentally shook it out. No, you were just going to study. Eddie smiled as he pulled his keys from his pocket to jingle them, jerking his head to point toward his van.

"M'lady," he said with a dramatic bow as he opened the passenger side door to let you in. You couldn't help but smile, which made Eddie's entire day.

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"So you're tellin' me this man slayed a dragon just to die like right after?" Eddie asked with exasperation, sat on his bed with books and papers scattered all around the both of you.

You giggled and shrugged your shoulders. "Something like that. Maybe we should read it again," you mused as he cocked his head to the side, observing the way your eyes squinted when you smiled really big.

You look up from your copy of Beowulf to catch him staring, the smile dropping from your face as you realized you were sitting in Eddie Munson's bed... With Eddie Munson. It was surreal, to say the least.

"Thanks again for your help," Eddie said as he put his pencil down and stretched, the hem of his Hellfire Club shirt lifting to show his lower belly. You glanced away shyly as you pretended not to notice his happy trail.

You felt a sudden wave of confidence hit as your curiosity nagged in the back of your mind. "So why did you ask me to help you?"

Eddie smiled, looking down at his hands as he spun his rings.

"You're smart..." he said lowly, leaving it open like he had more to add. You waited, and he obliged. "And you're fascinating."

You felt your cheeks heating up again, looking away from him. "I'm not fascinating," you said with a soft laugh.

You felt movement on the bed as Eddie slid his books and papers out of the way, shifting closer to you.

"Look at me," he said firmly, and you looked because, well, he told you to.

"You are fascinating. And you're beautiful. And you are all the things you tell yourself you're not," Eddie said with a raised eyebrow, as if he wasn't backing down until you agreed with him.

You struggled to maintain eye contact as you felt embarrassment rising to your cheeks once again.

He reaches out to place his hand on your face, furrowing his brow when you flinch at first.

"You okay?" He asks softly as you nod, leaning into his touch.

And with that, he leans forward on his knees, pulling you toward him gently to capture your lips in a longing kiss. You feel your head spin with intoxication and yearning, greed filling your senses as you want more, need more.

A soft moan leaves your throat as you lean up on your knees now, pressing your body into his as he wraps his arm firmly around your waist to hold you there.

You break the kiss as you look over his face, his eyes heavy with want as his other hand loses itself in your hair.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted this," you whisper as he presses a kiss to your jawline.

"God, me too," he says lowly as he kisses your lips again, his fingers running down the side of your neck.

You feel your core tightening as he holds you tightly, his tongue pushing past your teeth to dive into your mouth, swirling around your own as you feel arousal pooling in between your thighs.

Eddie slowly sinks back onto the bed, pulling you down with him so that you're laying on his chest.

He pulls away to run his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, his eyes darker now as you feel his cock hardening against your hip.

"So pretty," he says as he brushes your hair from your face, his eyes scanning over your features. "What's a girl like you doing with a guy like me anyway?" He says with a hushed laugh.

You sigh as you instinctively grind your hips against his, watching as his eyes roll back momentarily.

"Whatever," you laugh, shaking your head as he bucks his hips, grinding his clothed erection against your throbbing cunt, as if to punish you for your comeback.

"You're out of my league, sweetheart. I had no idea I even had a shot with you," he said as you rolled your hips again, a groan slipped out of his throat and his fingers digging into your hips to hold you against him.

"I'm just... shy," you say as you look down at your hands bracing against his chest.

"I know. It's hot," he says with a smirk as he pulls you down to kiss you with vehemence, flipping you over on to your back.

You feel impatient as he slides his knee in between your legs, pushing your skirt up and granting you access to grind down on his thigh. You wiggle your hips, anxious for friction but still feel that empty ache you desperately need him to fill.

"Touch me, Eddie... Please," you whisper, grasping his shirt as you look up into his eyes.

"I don't want to push you too far," he says lowly as his eyes scan your body now. "God, I want you... I don't know if I'll be able to control myself,"

You grab his hand and slide it into your skirt, pressing his fingers against your wetness as you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut.

"I don't want you to," you huff as your eyes gaze up at him sweetly.

It drives Eddie crazy, watching you pleasure yourself with his hand. His mouth falls open as you moan, pressing his digits down on your clit.

"We're gonna have so much fun together, princess," he says as he circles his fingers against your bud, his cock throbbing in his pants.

Eddie's lips crash into yours as he slips his fingers further into your folds, spreading your juices down so he can easily slip a finger inside of you.

"Fuck," you gasp as you throw your head back against the pillow, granting him perfect access to your throat. He sucks a purple bruise into the side, biting gently as he releases the skin, pumping his finger in and out of you at a rhythmic pace.

You reach down and clumsily fumble with his pants button and zipper until you finally make enough room to venture inside and grab ahold of him, hard and throbbing at your touch.

Eddie hisses as you squeeze the base before pumping your fist up and down slowly one time.

"Do you have a condom?" You ask, Eddie quickly nodding as he leans over to find one in his night stand.

He leans back to kick his jeans off before rolling on the contraceptive, an erotic display as he fists his own length a few times to stretch out the latex.

His eyes meet yours again as he gazes down at you: a panting, anticipating mess laid before him. With your skirt pushed up around your waist, he helps you slip off your panties before tossing them off to the side somewhere and letting out a shaky exhale as he leans down above you.

"You okay?" He asks, searching your face with his lovely doe eyes.

You admire his softness, nodding quickly as you pull him in for a kiss. He presses his forehead against yours as he slides into you, gripping the sheets with his supporting hand as your hot, wet entrance swallows his cock.

You gasp as he stretches you open, a mix of pleasure and pain that makes your head fuzzy. Eddie moans lowly as he fills you, lowering his torso down against yours as he bottoms out. He stays still, letting you adjust to him as he slides his arms under your back to hold you.

"You're so tight, baby," he pants, trying hard to keep still so he doesn't rush you before you're ready. "Am I hurting you?"

"No, Eddie, please don't stop" you whine, shifting your hips to feel him move slightly.

Eddie shudders as your walls clench around him, gently moving his hips to see if you're in pain. You squeeze his shoulders, letting out a sound of pleasure that rips straight through his core.

He finally starts to thrust into you, groaning as he pulls out and stuffs himself back in, unable to be still any longer.

He sets a pace that makes you want to drool, lazily snapping his hips so he goes deep deep deeper each time, pulling you onto his cock with his grip on the back of your neck.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asks with a low growl, his eyes roaming your parted mouth and heavy eyelids. "Hm? I saw you watching me in class," he continues, clenching his jaw as he quickens his pace, pulling louder moans from your chest. "But you weren't just watching me... you wanted me, didn't you? You wanted me inside of you, princess?"

You cry out as he slams into you the deepest he has yet, piercing your cunt as he nudges your g-spot, forcing you to see stars as he kisses you jawline. "My sweet, shy girl... not so shy now, are you?"

"Eddie, I- I'm gonna cum," you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as he pounds you into his mattress.

Eddie lets out a chuckle as he watches you with awe, writhing beneath him. He pumps harder, your eyes rolling back as he tests you to see what makes you tick. "You want it harder, baby?"

You whimper a yes, unable to form anything coherent as you wrap your legs around his hips to get him in even further. He slips an arm under your knee, hooking your leg up over his elbow as he slides even deeper, hitting you at an angle that makes you want to cry.

He's railing you now as you snake your hands into his gorgeous hair, pulling his head back as he lets out a deep groan, encouraging him as he slams his hips into yours.

"That's it, princess, cum all over me," he says as he slips his hand down to play with your clit, his thumb expertly rubbing circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You force your eyes open to look at him, his jaw clenched as he thrusts in and out of you wildly, his eyes focused on your pussy as he watches himself fuck you with knitted brows.

He glances up to see you staring, sliding his free hand up around your throat. You gasp as his cool rings press in against your warm skin, cutting off just enough air that you feel dizzy. You feel your whole body tense as your pussy locks around him, your thighs trembling as you cry out his name.

"Oh shit!" He gasps as your cunt clamps around him. He growls something unintelligible as his thrusts become erratic and sloppy, stopping as he rams into you a final time, shooting his hot load into the condom.

He falls down on top of you as his moans mix with heavy panting, carefully shifting his weight so he doesn't crush you. He lifts his head after a moment, his big eyes glazed over with post-orgasmic bliss as he looks at you.

"That was fun," he says with a chuckle.

"You need help with any other classes?" You ask breathlessly as Eddie breaks into laughter, his head falling back down on your chest. You both giggle as you brush your fingers through his hair.

"You can teach me whatever, whenever," he says as he looks back up at you. You watch as his smile fades, his face becoming more serious as he examines your face.

"Be mine."

Your breath catches in your throat as you give him an appalled look. "What?" You ask with an awkward laugh, thinking he had to be joking.

"Be mine, princess," He says again, his eyes looking over you with possession.

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End ♡ Part 2

Warnings: enemies, unprotected sex, Rafe being Rafe 😏

Rafe grunts into your ear, his hips snapping forward at an unrelenting pace while you claw at his back.

“Round three, huh bitch?” Rafe taunted in your ear, rolling his hips to hit a sweet spot deep in your pussy.

“F-fuck you.” You gasp, glaring up at him as he pulls back to stare down at you.

“You’re the one who said you wouldn’t fuck me again even if I was the last guy on Earth.” Rafe chuckles darkly, slapping the top of your pussy and making you cry out. He wasn’t lying. You’d found yourself in this - or similar - positions three times today. Rafe had a way of pissing you off so sadly that you couldn’t see straight. He’d chose those moments to silence you with a rough, tongue filled kiss that had your knees weak and pussy wet.

“I guess we’re both liars.” Rafe smirks, using both hands to tug on your nipples while his hips continue to move. You hated him.

“Roll over. Let me see that ass.” Rafe didn’t give you any warning before he was flipping you around and maneuvering you onto your hands and knees. You hissed as he slapped your ass hard then roughly sank back inside your pulsing walls.

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your skull as he began fucking you even harder than before. A hand wrapped in your hair and pulled back, making you groan as your eye lashes fluttered up at the ceiling, his free hand finding your throat.

“I already can’t wait for round four.” Rafe growls in your ear, making your pussy clench in desperation.

Friends With Benefits | Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve are your friends with benefits

Warnings: SMUT, straight up porn, pussy eating, cum eating, creampie, swearing, rough sex, hair pulling, titty fucking, spiting, degradation. minors, you know the drill, don’t read this. 18+ only. i’m not responsible for the shit you consume, so if you go past the line after reading all my warnings i don’t know what to fuckin say.

i’m supposed to be packing in case i have to evacuate due to possible flooding in my area but instead i wrote this… so… yeah

It was no secret that you shared certain… relations with both Eddie and Steve. You weren’t ashamed of it. There was no need to be. Not when they fucked you so well and always left you more than satisfied.

However, it also wasn’t a secret that Eddie and Steve had a certain tension with one another. Anytime you mentioned it to either of them, they’d brush it off.

So that’s exactly why you devised a plan. To get to the bottom of why your friends with benefits seemed to dislike each other so much, when they could both be working together in fucking you instead of having to keep creating a weekly schedule to avoid messes.

Tonight was Thursday, Eddie’s night. It was eleven, meaning he’d be there soon enough. And so would Steve… who you lied to and said that Eddie flaked out on you tonight and you desperately needed him.

You were giddy but also slightly nervous as you waited there, in nothing but your favorite lacy matching lingerie set. Soon enough, the familiar sound of a car - or in the case of tonight, two cars - were heard as they pulled up in the driveway.

Followed by intense slamming of doors and Eddie’s distinctive voice rang out. “What the fuck are you doing here, Harrington?” Met by Steve’s “I could ask you the same thing, Munson.” And then the sound of your front door banging open and two sets of shoes coming up the stairs, as they marched to your room.

The door swung open so hard you were almost worried it’d fall of the hinges. You were met by the annoyed faces of your boys, both looking at you with quizzical eyes. You gave them a look of innocence. “Oh,” you hummed and raised your eyebrows. “Well I definitely wasn’t expecting both of you tonight.”

Eddie and Steve both gave each other side glances, neither of them believing you. You continued to look up at both of them, a certain sly glint in your eyes that they didn’t miss out on. “I guess since you’re both here, why don’t we get started?” Eddie looked at Steve again, scoffing upon your bold suggestion.

“Yeah, right.” Eddie growled. You looked at him in real confusion, now. Surely he had to be messing with you… “You really thought you could get away with this, huh? You think we’re stupid, doll?” Eddie asked, walking over to you now and grabbing your chin. He forced you to look at him, his eyes on fire.

You all but shrunk into yourself, under his harsh gaze. “W-what are you talking about,” you muttered, nervously. It was Steve who replied, this time. He stood by the door still, arms crossed. “Is one dick for a night not enough for you, little slut? You just had to get us both over here?” You shuddered at his words.

“N-no!” You squealed, legs instinctively squeezing together. Neither of them have ever talked to you like this. Maybe you should’ve done this ages ago…

“Don’t lie, doll.” Eddie tutted. His hand was still on your chin, keeping your eyes level with his. He could see your pupils were far blown. “You wanna be used by us both more than you already are, greedy little thing, aren’t you? Tricking us both into coming over here for you could get fucked on two cocks. Whore,”

You stifled a moan, “That’s not true! I-I,” you couldn’t help your fumbling as you tried to piece together what to say. “I just- I wanted to know why you two seemed to hate each other so much… when y-you could ya know… work together.” You never sounded so pathetic before. God, they both fucking loved it.

Steve laughed first upon your confession, followed by Eddie. You looked at them, eyes darting between the two. “What?” You squeaked, scared upon seeing their devilish grins. “You sweet, oblivious little dove.” Eddie cooed cruelly, toying with your emotions.

“Steve and I don’t hate each other, fuck if anything we have a huge amount of respect for one another. Getting to fuck this pussy takes a lot of work, and sometimes it seemed like one a night wasn’t enough. Turns out we were right. All we’ve been wanting to do, doll, is fuck you. Together. We were just worried you weren’t gonna be in to that, but now that we know…” Eddie trailed off.

Steve pipped in, “now that we know, we can do just what you’ve been wanting.” Your eyes widened, lust and excitement clear. But they couldn’t allow that, not after the games you pulled. “Well, we would.” Steve continued, “but because you’re a lying slut, Eddie and I are gonna use this newfound answer to our advantage.” You whimpered, they just smirked.

“B-but,” you tried to say. Tried to get out of what you had gotten yourself into, but Eddie’s hold on you had tightened and he pushed your face down towards his crotch. “Enough,” he interrupted. “Just get to work,”

You saw the look in his eyes, in Steve’s eyes. Dark. You were in so much trouble. Deciding to obey, you made quick work of unbuttoning Eddie’s leather pants, his hips lifting a little to help you as you tug them off. He did the same when you reached for his boxers, the grey material straining against his cock.

You freed him, the sight though so familiar, never failed to make your mouth water. Tongue met skin, the taste of salty precum coating your tastebuds as you took him in your needy mouth. You tried to hide moans, not wanting him to know you wanted this so bad. He knew, they both did. You weren’t supposed to enjoy this, it wasn’t about you tonight anymore.

Eddie decided to make that known when he thrusted forward so hard, so deep, that you gagged. Spit and tears mixed together as they streamed down your face, his pace not lighting up as he continued to use and abuse your throat. “Fuck,” Eddie moaned. “So good, feels so good putting this slut in their place.”

He said it to Steve, who was watching the whole thing. He still didn’t move from the door, but he had shimmied off a few clothes. His toned chest in all its hairy glory was on display, you couldn’t help but to stare. Your cheek started to burn, Eddie’s cold and hard metal rings meeting your skin is a harsh slap.

“Don’t look at him, just fulfill your duties like the cockslut you are.” Eddie’s hand wrapped in your hair and yanked you down on his cock, keeping it there so you couldn’t move your head or look anywhere.

Your eyes were red and burned with tears, both from the pleasure but also frustration. You wanted this to go differently, but you should’ve known that the boys were two steps ahead of you. They always were

Eddie’s hold on your hair let up as he began to get closer to release, a little more gentle as he tugged your head up to meet with your eyes. His dark stare held onto your own as he came down your throat. Once he arrived back on earth he fully pushed you off him, your mouth letting go of his cock with a pop.

He didn’t let you go far from him, as he demanded you get on all four. You did as told, crawling on your hands and knees until your ass was high in the air. The lacy panties you wore left little to the imagination

You were totally soaked, and they could both see it.

However, you couldn’t saw anything right now but the base of your headboard as you had your back - well rather your ass - turned on them. You could hear shuffling, though. The sound of clothes hitting the floor, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your ass in anticipation. Earning another rough slap. This time it was from Steve, “fucking slut is still enjoying this even after you almost gagged them to death on your cock, Munson.” Steve chuckled as he turned his head to look at Eddie, who smirked back at him.

Steve delivered another smack, it was painful and mean. “Let’s see how much you enjoy this,” he said. You could feel his hard on pressing against your ass, the skin now welted and rough from his large hands. He didn’t give you time to dwell on the stinging of your skin, as he shoved his cock into your soaking cunt. Steve hissed at how tight and warm you were.

“Jesus christ, you little minx.” He reached to grab onto your hips, roughly pulling you closer. His hold was so rough, fingers digging into your skin as he plowed into you without a care. Reminding you once more that tonight wasn’t for your pleasure.

It was for theirs, and your punishment.

Steve railed into you doggy style for as long as he could, much like Eddie he enjoyed tugging on your hair, but he wanted to see your face when he used you. When he stopped pounding into you abruptly, you wanted to whine and protest, but couldn’t. He soon flipped you over anyways, now on your back with him hovering over you. His cock slipping in.

This time you let yourself moan, clenching around him. “Fuck,” Steve through his head back. “You’re a goddamn whore, you know that? Clenching around me like a lifeline. Does this dick give you life, baby? This dick your life, huh?” He all but spit the words out on your face, it was fucking humiliating.

But fuck, it was hot.

When you didn’t answer, his hands which had been playing with your nipples, moved to your throat instead. He was careful to put too much pressure, but it was enough to make your head spin. Just the way you liked, “I asked you a question, baby. Do you live for this cock, do you worship this cock?” He asked again, and this time you managed to shout.

“yes!” you moaned and cried, tears streaming down your face. Steve was fucking triumphant upon this, and he came all without much warning, filling you up to the brim with his deliciously warm and salty cum. “Shit,” Steve fell onto the bed by your side. Tired.

The two of you laid there, catching your breathe. Nothing was said, you didn’t know what to say…

Even if you did, chances of you getting to say it were slim by the time Eddie decided to worm his way up to you again. Your legs parting as Eddie silently lowered himself between your thighs, his messy hair tickling the sensitive skin. In your dazed mind, you thought you had imagined him. It wasn’t until the first long stripe was felt going from the bottom to the top of your pussy, did you register that this was very real.

Eddie are you out like a starved man, the mix of your juices and Steve’s didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest as he licked up every drop. You moaned and your hands found his way into his hair, feeling his warm cum covered lips and tongue on your clit.

Meanwhile Steve watched amazed, his cock was getting hard again as he watched the man between your legs drink up every bit of his cum and yours. You looked at when you felt Steve moving beside you, pulling himself up to his knees. Steves hand wrapped around his own cock, and he began to stroke himself at the sight of Eddie eating you out.

You felt yourself burning all over, more so than before, not sure what to watch. Who to watch…

Eddie looked up at you from between your thighs and winked, pulling away slightly for a moment to catch Steve’s attention. “Those tits look awful lonely and untouched, don’t they, Harrington?” Eddie said in a suggestive tone, to which Steve caught on to.

Because before you knew it, Steve’s hands left his cock and were placed between your tits, letting them do the job. Eddie smirked and continued his work, mumbling something about how “Stevie boys cum was sweet but not as good as his,” you couldn’t quite tell. The stars in the late night sky shined in your room as you came, Steve following in your steps as he painted you in white once more. This time, the art displayed on your bare chest for all to see.

You should’ve arranged this a long time ago, you thought to yourself, as you found yourself now clean and taken care of and in the arms of your boys.

Yanderes who fuck their Darlings so rough and fast that their Darling's moans and cries get punctuated and broken up by each thrust

Like Dabi would be railing his Darling and actively TRYING to do this lol

"Please, please stop! I wanna go h-home, Dabi, stop, sto-o-o-o-op!"

artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you’ll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that’s all.

word count: 4k, somehow…

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team.  But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

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sakuatsu

RAFE CAMERON - high maintenance

x KOOK PRINCESS!FEM!reader

SUMMARY: 5 times rafe realises his girlfriend is high maintenance + 2 bonus scenes

WORD COUNT: 1286

GENRE: fluff

CONTENT WARNING: nothing

the first time

it started when rafe picked you up for a casual day out, only to find you carefully examining your nails in the passenger seat.

“ugh,” you groaned, holding out your hand to show him. “can you believe this? this nail tech totally botched this set. the gems aren’t even symmetrical.”

rafe glanced at your hand, blinking in confusion. “they look… fine to me?”

you shot him a glare. “fine? they’re crooked, rafe. i can’t be seen like this.”

“whatever, i’ll just go to my monthly nail tech next time,” you shook your head.

“monthly? as in, every month?” he asked, leaning in his car seat.

“of course,” you said, flipping your hair as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “you can’t just let them grow out, rafe. that’s tacky.”

you kissed his cheek and went to connect your phone with his car. he thought about at meticulously done french tips you just had done two weeks ago. if it makes you happy, right?

the second time

the first time he tried to make spontaneous plans with you was a disaster.

“hey, babe,” he said over the phone, “thinking we hit the beach today. i’ll be there in twenty.”

A horrified gasp escaped you. “twenty minutes? babe, no. i just had my hair done yesterday.”

“…and?”

“and? saltwater will ruin the toner!” you exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “do you even know how much a balayage costs?”

rafe didn’t know what a balayage was, but he learned quickly that your trips to the salon were not just occasional—they were events. events with price tags that could make a grown man cry. still, he couldn’t help but smirk as you swished your freshly done hair around dramatically during your next date

the third time

when you asked rafe to come shopping with you, he thought it’d be a quick errand—maybe one or two stores, tops. he quickly realized his mistake when you pulled him into the fifth boutique, arms already laden with bags.

two hours and three swiped credit cards later, rafe sat on a plush bench outside the fitting rooms, holding more bags than he could count.

“this season’s prada bag is finally in stock,” you announced, practically dragging him into the store. “and i need something new for dinner with my parents.”

“don’t you already have a closet full of clothes?” he teased as you rifled through racks.

“yes, but these are the new trends,” you said without looking up. “and besides, i need something for dinner this weekend.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “you already have a hundred dresses.”

“and yet none of them are right for this,” you said, holding up a sleek black gown.

“you buy new clothes every month?” he asked, watching as you tried on yet another dress.

“obviously,” you said, rolling your eyes. “what do you expect me to do, repeat outfits?”

rafe had never thought about it, but seeing how happy you looked with your fresh haul, he just laughed. “good thing i’m strong enough to carry all this,” he teased.

the fourth time

rafe was over at your place for a movie night when he spotted the lineup of perfume bottles on your dresser.

“do you seriously wear all of these?” he asked, picking one up.

“of course,” you said, settling onto the bed. “different occasions call for different scents. this one’s for daytime, that one’s for formal events, and this—” you pointed at another bottle, “—is my absolute favorite.”

rafe blinked. “you have a preference for perfumes?”

“well, duh. scent is everything. i buy a new one every season,” you say showing him a few. “like, this jimmy choo one is for summer, but this guess one is definitely for winter. but, the versace is for every season good.”

he squinted at the price tag on the one he was holding and let out a low whistle. “how often do you buy these?”

“whenever i run out or find a new one i love,” you said matter-of-factly.

rafe thought about his one bottle of cologne that he’d had for years and shook his head in disbelief. but when you leaned closer during the movie and he caught the faint scent of your perfume, he couldn’t deny that you always smelled amazing.

the fifth time

waking up groggy, rafe stumbled what your walk-in closet while looking for the bathroom. What greeted him was a wall of shoes—heels, sneakers, boots, all perfectly organized by color and style.

“jeez,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“oh, you’re up!” you chirped, appearing behind him. “do you like it? i just added those Jimmy Choos last week.”

rafe turned to you, half-amused, half-shocked. “you have more shoes than i have shirts.”

you grinned, unabashed. “well, yeah. shoes complete the look.”

shaking his head, rafe pulled you into his arms. “you’re insane, you know that?” he said, though the affection in his voice betrayed him.

you smirked. “but you wouldn’t change a thing.”

he kissed your forehead. “not even if i wanted to.”

+1

sarah and john b were lounging in the living room, casually catching up with rafe and you. you were perched on the arm of rafe’s chair, fiddling with your phone, when sarah suddenly leaned forward and sniffed the air dramatically.

“wait,” she said, scrunching her nose slightly. “what perfume are you wearing? it smells… expensive.”

you barely looked up, but rafe beat you to it. without hesitation, he leaned back and said, “probably something from her summer collection. she switches them every season.”

sarah froze, staring at her brother like he’d just announced he was running for president. “her what?”

rafe nodded casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “yeah, she’s into, like, jimmy choo or victoria’s secret or whatever. smells good, right?”

john b raised an eyebrow, looking between you and rafe. “dude, you know all her perfume brands?”

he shrugged, smirking as he kissed your temple. “gotta stay on top of it, man.”

sarah exchanged a wide-eyed look with john b, but you just beamed at rafe, completely unfazed.

+2

rafe, topper, and kelcd were hanging out on the dock, beers in hand, waiting for you to finish getting ready for dinner. the two were deep in conversation about their latest antics when rafe’s phone buzzed.

he glanced at the message and smirked.

“she says she needs ten more minutes,” rafe said, pocketing his phone.

topper groaned. “bro, she takes forever. what’s even the holdup this time?”

“probably her nails,” rafe said nonchalantly, taking a sip of his beer. “she just got them done last week, and there’s no way she’s ruining them before dinner.”

kelce nearly spit out his drink. “what?”

topper leaned forward, eyes wide. “hold up—you know her nail schedule? and her hair appointments?”

“something to do with chrome nails, i dunno.”

“dude,” kelce finally said, breaking the silence. “you’re, like… domesticated.”

“and she’s got that fresh hair thing going on too,” he added, shrugging. “she just had an appointment like… two weeks ago? a balayage, she won’t let anything mess with it. saltwater, wind, whatever—she’s not about that life.”

topper and kelce stared at him like he’d grown a second head.

“what is a balgage?”

“no- a balayage.”

“how do you even know all that?” topper asked, baffled.

rafe frowned, genuinely confused by their reaction. “what do you mean? it’s just her routine. not that hard to keep track of.”

kelce laughed, shaking his head. “dude, you’ve got it bad. like, whipped bad.”

rafe rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the grin tugging at his lips. “maybe. but, hey, at least i get to date a princess.”

Hi! It would be great to see Buggy and Shanks babies (Buggy who succumbed to Shanks' charm and a bottle of rum 😈)

The aftermath of Shank's charm and a bottle of rum:

(With female Buggy. And whatever Croc has got going on.)

We can argue whether Crocodile's parenting track record is indeed stellar.

Little creature:

my pretty little secret.

pairing: eddie munson x female reader

warnings: secret relationship dynamic, a little bit of angst, bullying, y/n being a badass, lots of fluff, sexual content towards the end! reader is over the age of 18!!

synopsis: eddie and y/n decide to keep their relationship secret due to y/n’s popularity status, but jason says something that pushes her over the edge.

being the head cheerleader wasn’t as luxurious as it seemed. being surrounded by entitled mean girls constantly became more draining by the day. all i wanted to do was have fun and make friends with the same interests, but i ended up being pulled into the wrong crowd very fast. they were my team mates, i needed to make a good impression and that was the only reason i stuck around. i wanted to live out my high school dream of being a cheerleader, i worked my way up to the highest possible title. but i felt so alone when i was surrounded by them.

i was the quieter one of the group despite my status, and was more of a listener than a speaker. some of the things they said about people, mostly about the boy i was head over heels for made my heart sink to my stomach. and that’s exactly where there’s a catch.

there was a secret about me that nobody knew, and that was the fact that i was in love with the boy that everyone calls eddie “the freak” munson and have been for months. the term made my skin crawl whenever i heard it. i defended him every single time. i said things like “he’s actually really sweet” or “why are you so judgemental? you don’t even know him” and i was shunned every single time.

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Seeing Stars | B. Barnes

Are you sure you’ve never done that before?

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You give Bucky head for the first time.

> Word Count: 1.5K 

> Warnings: 18+ MDNI!! This is literally all smut, and I am not sorry about it either. Oral (m receiving), praise (f receiving), spitters are quitters, use of pet names (sweet-pea, angel, baby), mild language. Not marked as F!Reader because no sex-specific terms for reader are used. Pretty sure that’s all. 

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A/N: Another smutty installment of my Roommate!Bucky series! I think I am slowly but surely coming out of my writing block because I wrote this in under an hour (unheard of from me), but unfortunately I’m getting closer to finals for college :/ Which means I’m going to be fairly busy, so my posting might be a little chaotic for awhile. Anyway, don’t mind my rambling. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy the smut, sluts!

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Patience was something that you had always prided yourself on having plenty of. 

There were numerous times when you waited hours in inclement weather for missions or ended up standing in long lines during errands without a huff of annoyance ever coming from you. 

With that being said, seeing Bucky standing tall by the front door, dressed in all black with a nice navy jacket covering his broad shoulders and bulging arms made every ounce of patience drain from you in seconds. The two of you were supposed to be going on a date tonight, the second one Bucky insisted taking you on since asking you to go steady with him three weeks back. 

But there you were, practically drooling on the living room floor with your eyes raking over him unabashed. 

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