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Temptation | Eddie Munson x Reader

Hihihi! Please heed the warnings, and if its not for you please don’t read! Eddie’s a little bit of a perv in this, but honestly he just proper fancies reader (And reader proper fancies him!)💕

Summary: Your friend is determined to drag you to a basketball squad house party, hoping that you’ll finally score a date with a member of the team, but unfortunately for her you only have eyes for Eddie Munson. Spoiler free!

Warnings: 18+, non/dubcon (reader passes out for a bit, but wakes up), intoxication, drugs (weed), dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, tiny bit of degradation, multiple orgasms, praise praise praise, Eddie talks too much during sex, creampie, not proof-read! If I’m missing anything lemme know! 

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Word Count: 8.3k.

The houses in this area of Hawkins were nice, too nice for such an unassuming town. A blatant display of wealth, showing clearly how the other half lived. Expensive enough it could probably send every senior in Hawkins High to college and fund their entire tuition. But there was one good thing about those houses on the nice side of Hawkins— they made the perfect location for those weekend parties when parents were away.

A loud thrum of bass reverberated in the background as you weaved your way through the crowds of people inside the huge house, careful not to trip over your own feet as you struggled in your heels. The baseball team commanded an audience as they huddled around the dining table to play beer pong, stray white ping pong balls soaring across the room as the girls they were playing with were completely off centre. A mixture of people swayed to the music in the middle of the room, right by the speakers, with a few couples cuddled together on plush leather couches. Your eyes scanned the room for the only reason you’d bothered coming to this stupid party in the first place, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Come on, please?” Your best friend nudged your shoulder in the cafeteria as you picked at your lunch. Resting your head on one of your palms as you shook your head, glaring at her through the side of your eye.

“No.” This must be the twelfth? No thirteenth time she’d asked you to this party this week.

“Pretty please?” Fourteenth.

“Still no.”

“Oh come on, you never come to these parties with me.” There was a reason for that. Too many people crammed into the tightest of spaces, your friend would often ditch you in the first twenty minutes and you’d be left fending off the advances of Chance from the basketball team who for whatever reason decided to set his sights on you rather than the multiple cheerleaders he had to pick from. Cringing as you remember the last house party you agreed to go to, grateful that Nancy Wheeler had been able to get you out just in time before you had the chance to go insane.

“Hello- are you even listening to me?” Your friend followed your line of sight to see what you were staring at, seeing Eddie Munson sitting at the end of his table.

“Ugh, of course.” She shoved your shoulder to bring your attention back to her as your chin fell from your palm, “You’re disgusting, you know that right?”

“Why?” You turned to face your friend with a frown.

“I can’t believe you’re still crushing on the freak-”

“Don’t call him that,” You tried to cut her off but she was quick to continue.

“When Chance asked you out again the other day you said no, why the fuck would you do that? It would set you up here for the rest of the year. You’d be so popular, and I as your best friend would be right there with you.” She put her hand on her chest as she gave you a big smile.

You rolled your eyes as you chanced a final look over at Eddie who was laughing with his friends, throwing a piece of food across the table at the other members of his Hellfire club as you put your fork down. You had it bad.

“I don’t need to be popular, and I don’t want to date Chance. I’m pretty sure he’s slept with half the cheerleading squad.”

“So let’s find you someone you do want to date- at the party this weekend.”

You groaned as you shifted in your chair, dropping your water bottle back into your bag as you made to leave the room.

“You can’t spend the rest of your life alone.”

“There’s literally no one at that party I’d be interested in.” You rolled your eyes, standing up from the table.

“He’ll be there.” You stopped in your tracks as you looked at where your best friend was looking.

“Eddie?” You raised a brow, “Why would he be at a basketball game party?”

“Where do you think they get their drugs?”

You supposed she was right, it was no secret that Eddie Munson sold drugs and a big party had to be a lucrative evening for him. The irony that those same teenagers that bullied him were the same ones that were happy to give him money for drugs at these parties wasn’t lost on you as you slung your bag over your shoulder before grabbing your tray from the table to return it.

“Well?” Your friend called out to your retreating back.

“Fine, I’ll go.” You replied, tossing your trash before placing the tray back in place.

Her squeal was loud enough to disrupt the few tables in the surrounding area as you shook your head with a smile, waving her goodbye as you walked out of the cafeteria to make it to your next class.

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i can’t decide who’s more of a “hand over mouth as i pound you in the back seat of my car so no one knows i’m fucking the loud mouth cheerleader” is that more eddie or steve 🤔

gotta be eddie dude, steve's more of a "kiss you to shut you up" type, but allow me to elaborate on the first for a moment (and by a moment I mean nearly over 1.5k words)

(warnings: smut obv, blood mention, drug use mention, hair pulling, overstimulation, crying during sex/dacryphilia, breath play, extremely vague/not serious breeding kink)

[part 2 here]

"Shh, shh," he soothed, though you could hear the wide grin curling his lips, "don't want anyone to hear, now do we?"

Honestly, though, this was your attempt to stay quiet— digging your teeth into your lip so hard you tasted metallic, gripping the faded leather seats until your nails nearly tore through them. It wasn't your fault that it felt so good, that the weed had made your head all spinny and your insides all tingly and that his dick was slamming right into that spot that made your toes curl. No, that was all his fault; he gave you the joint and he promised it would 'awaken your senses', even if maybe neither of you anticipated exactly which senses it would awaken.

"Don't want anyone shining a light in here, right?" he continued, even though you could barely keep track of what he was talking about. "Don't want them seeing you on your hands and knees getting fucked and screaming like it's the best thing you've ever had, hm?"

"F-fuck, Eddie," you winced, gasping loudly when he tugged on your cheerleader-uniform-mandated ponytail. You breathed through your teeth, wishing you had the strength to tell him not to be so rough, not to fuck you like this... like a whore. But god, this is exactly what you wanted from him, if you were being honest, even if you hated yourself just a bit for liking it so much— for needing it. He dug his fingers into the hair at your scalp, surely ruining your half an hour of styling efforts from earlier tonight, and pushed your head back down against the seats; god, he was really rubbing it in, huh? You almost thought he'd be grateful, that he'd be delicate and careful with you because, well, the opportunity to fuck a cheerleader does not come by for a guy like him. But no, he was putting you in your place, and you were biting your lip to keep from begging him for more.

His free hand held your hips and suddenly his pace changed-- from hasty and rushed to slow but hard, slamming into you and knocking you forward with a loud groan. He did it again, and again, and you cried out louder with each thrust right into the deepest parts of you. "Oh, sweetie," he cooed condescendingly, "are you having trouble keeping quiet? I'll help you, babe— m'gonna shut you up, don't worry—"

He spoke so roughly that he sounded furious, leaning down over you to press his lips up to your ear, and suddenly the hand in your hair slipped around and covered your mouth. He gave you another one, so deep your eyes rolled back in your head, and you finally let it all out— it was muffled behind his hand, anyway, and it felt good to moan as loud as you wanted without it being actually as loud as it would be otherwise.

You weren't quite sure what to think: he was fucking you rather disrespectfully, but the intensity of it, the way he groaned deeply into your ear and mumbled little praises under his breath, the way he held your waist tighter and tighter— you could almost call it passionate, if you didn't know any better. Sure, not exactly sweet, but it could be worse.

Well, actually, it couldn't be better. It was perfect. It was Eddie fucking Munson, and you couldn't quite wrap your head around that yet, but you didn't need to because it felt goddamn perfect.

"Good girl, fuck, goooood fuckin' girl," he hissed into your ear. "Oh, you're still so loud, even with my hand on your mouth— need some more help, babe?"

He squeezed your nose shut with his thumb and the side of his finger, and suddenly you had no air at all; you didn't even care, you didn't need air anymore, you just needed this. It made the numbness that much better, made your eyes well with tears and your throat burn but you wanted more more more— you wanted everything.

"Ohh, fuck, are you coming?" he laughed proudly, fucking you faster right as it hit you. You hadn't even noticed until he said it, but, yep, you were clenching inside and your back was arching deeper and you felt the tears keep flowing over his hand. "Oh my god, that's good— you're so fuckin' tight, Jesus..."

It just kept getting bigger and bigger, it kept twisting in your core and you weren't sure how much more you could take. He let go of your nose and you took a deep breath in, hearing the most deranged noise break out of your throat and peter out in your mouth with his hand keeping it inside. You were crying out his name, at least you were trying to, but it was all just incomprehensible sobs muffled under that thick, clammy hand with the gaudy silver rings that you could taste on your lips.

God, was it ever gonna stop? This feeling, this light show on the back of your eyes, this whole-body spasm that danced under your skin— was it gonna let you go back down to Earth any time soon? Or was this just your new normal, was this just some other state of existence that Eddie had knocked you face-first into, with no plan to rescue you?

It was too much, it was far too much, but you could already see yourself tomorrow morning, staring at the phone, trying to decide how long to wait until coming back for more.

"That's it, baby," he encouraged you, "scream for me, just like that— nobody's gonna hear you, promise."

He couldn't promise that, but he didn't need to. He could fuck you in front of whoever he wanted if it was always gonna be like this; he could fuck you in front of your grandmother and you wouldn't stop him— you were whipped. Like, whipped whipped. Like, 'pearls and heels making a roast dinner if he asks me to' whipped. Like, 'we are so doing this again' whipped.

You heard him gasp, a sound almost like a wince or a cry, almost like it hurt— and you could relate to that right now, certainly. "Fuck!" he grunted. "M'close, I'm so close, babe..."

You were way too proud of that; it wasn't much of an accomplishment or anything, you heard that guys come pretty easy and in your experience so far it was mostly true. But you felt good, you liked knowing he was going to come because of you, you liked hearing that composure falter for even just a second— and, if nothing else, you were looking forward to taking a fucking breather, because you needed it.

"God, no fuckin' way I'm pulling out," he laughed thinly, "s'too good, babe— I'm gonna come inside, you ready, honey?"

You nodded, as best you could, and heard his own moans get higher in pitch slowly until they stopped all at once and you felt it, warmth filling you and just slightly soothing the ache inside you. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, sudden and seemingly involuntarily like a twitch, and dropped his hand from your mouth with a sigh. You gasped, hearing the hint of a moan on each of your breaths even though it was over now; he pulled out and fell back on the seats dramatically, resting his hand on his forehead like a maiden in an old-timey movie about to faint. You couldn't help but giggle, impressed that he could keep up his theatrics at a time like this.

"Oh, shit," he whimpered, "you really took it all out of me. Literally. Jesus. Y-you're on the pill, though, right? Cause I can buy you something—"

"S'fine," you croaked, clearing your throat when you heard how broken your voice sounded. "Yeah, don't worry about it."

"'Don't worry about it,' she says," he narrated while he raised an eyebrow, "yeah, that's not ominous at all— nine months later you're knockin' on my trailer door with your curly-headed new mini-me and a whole lot of questions—"

"Shut up," you laughed, rolling your eyes. You adjusted your panties to hopefully catch some of the mess before you left a puddle on the seats, then pulled your uniform skirt back down and finally leaned back with a long sigh. The radio was on— you forgot about that— and you heard Black Sabbath mixing in with the sounds of Eddie's belt jingling while he got himself back into his jeans.

"Our babies would be cute, though," he grinned.

"Okay, actually shut up," you frowned, smacking him on the thigh. "I should go— the team's probably wondering where I am—"

"Oh, no no no," he chided, "you're not getting away that easy."

He yanked you down quickly and wrapped his arms around you.

"You owe me at least three minutes of cuddling," he demanded.

"Eddie, I—"

He grabbed your head and pulled it down into his chest, stroking your thoroughly-mussed hair. "Shh, shh," he interrupted you, "get comfy, I'm not letting you leave for a while— feel free to fall asleep, whatever, it'll be cute."

"This is so not how I thought this was gonna go tonight," you grumbled.

"What, you thought we'd smoke up and call it a night?" he wondered. "So did I, but you were givin' me those eyes—"

"No, I mean— what?!" you squawked. "Eyes?! I was not giving you eyes."

"Uh, yes you were, missy!" he insisted. "You were all, Eddie, make love to me, I need you," he imitated a smoky-sensual voice.

"That's what you call 'making love'?" you snorted. "I'd hate to see you fucking. Gonna put a girl in the ICU."

"Oh, babe," he grinned, looking down at you, and you looked up at him from his shoulder expectantly, "I'm just getting started."

(part 2)

Worthy of Heaven

pairing:  Priest!Ari Levinson x Reader

concept: Every fold, every secret, every deliciously sinful and divinely beautiful innocence created in his image. 

word count: 1.9k

warnings: Dark themes, Priest kink, poetic religious themes (catholic), blasphemy, dom!Ari, innocence kink, soft dub-con, reader needs sins forgiven, desire, fingering, exhibition kink, manipulation, age gap (reader is over 20s and Ari is a hottie), lust, rough sex, smut on a church pew, confession room, and church,p in v smut, oral (f receiving) (m mention daydream), body worshipping, explicit content/language, nickname= angel This is not canon Ari - this au he is Catholic

a/n:  It's inspired by @bucky-barnes-diaries Priest Bucky and I wanted to give it my own take for my own love Ari Levinson. Holding hands in heaven and hell. Check out her Priest!Bucky au

I would like to thank @geminixevans-stan for helping me brainstorm and bring Priest! Ari to life in our Tumblr gardens.

lovely betas: @beach-daydreaming and @s-tarksintern

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The confession ripped my soul apart, and I wasn't sure I deserved forgiveness. 

“Confessing my sins, Father” 

Suddenly your mouth becomes dry as you swallow again. Your heart races and you realize the booth's walls are too close. You have to flee, not the cube, but whatever is keeping the rest of you bottled up and ready to froth out. 

The weight of his stare made you shudder even through the screen. 

You give him your fear.

"Does the thought tempt you?" he inquired softly. "Have you ever wished that you could touch yourself?" 

"Yes," your voice echoes in the darkness. 

"Tell me, angel." 

He begs you to speak, but you lose your breath to lust. You pray that you will not lust, and you even tell yourself that you are innocent. 

Father Ari dropped his sapphire eyes to meet yours, you stopped breathing as you were enticed into his grasp, your body willingly moving towards him as if under the sway of the devil himself, his tight grip tingling your skin. 

The sinner he carries within him awoke so softly and effortlessly, so gracefully, and so holy, that the erection bursting through his trousers defiled you with dark desires. You submit yourself to him. His intentions are good, and yours are too. Still, you perform together. 

Walking away before it could continue, even though you know you should stop, not least because the divine one might catch you at any moment. Despite the fact that it was so dangerous and risky, you felt at peace. 

Intoxicated with the burning pain of him sliding against your clit and his mouth on you, you clench your hands around his hair and start shifting your hips. 

“Stay silent, Angel, don't want to get caught, do you?” You started riding him, he bit you on your neck roughly and groaned. "I'm going to have to discipline you." His hips thrust as he tried to keep up with you. 

It is because he is the one who cleanses you of your sins. 

It was as if your soft sounds, your little moans, pulled him deeper inside, just like the swell and the throb in his cock. Your innocence kept luring him in, and he craved it eagerly. To be his trust, he wanted to burrow himself deep within you, to grasp every part of you. You might be saved by a few more thrusts. 

He is your lust of the flesh. 

Because of your temptation, it is difficult for you to tell the truth to a man and a priest. Your temptation is him. Your desire for him was sinful. You committed the sin through wanting him. Hence, you are no angel, but a fallen angel

As you lay on your back in the pew of the church, looking up at the ceiling, you can see the painting of the church, clouds in the sky, and the bright light shining through the windows. It is the second act of your sins, and he is making you aware. 

The man is motionless, almost extraterrestrial. He is self-assured, without any flinching or awkwardness.  The embodiment of the solid marble statues of saints adorning the parish grounds. Unless, of course, it was bowing before a crucifix or an altar. His gaze is always on everyone. 

At this very moment, his gaze was focused on you. 

In particular, between your legs. Kneeling down, he presses a kiss across your thigh, inching his way up. 

His expectations were exceeded by your stunning beauty. The curves of hell. Femininity roars. 

He wrapped his arms around you, halting your breath. 

Father Ari is savoring the forbidden fruit and taking a taste for himself. 

Abandoned fruit kissed by an angel melted reality. 

Despite his desire to tease you, it was more torture for him as he longed to finally run his tongue along your forbidden folds. He glanced up your body once more before burying his face into your pussy, sensing no resistance from you.

The chants on his tongue buried his face in a new temptation.

Your hands grasped tightly onto his hair, and you could feel his beard awaken the demon of pleasures of the forbidden fruits in your eyes. 

Every fold, every secret, every deliciously sinful and divinely beautiful innocence created in His image. 

Your dress fell down from your right shoulder, revealing your breasts as you were pressed against the stained window. One hand was under your dress and the other one was between your legs, pressing deeply into your body. 

With each thrust, he grunted and growled, you didn't care that your sins were visible to not just the Holy Spirit but also to the parishioners congregating outside the church after the service. 

You breathed a silent thank you to him for locking the heavy wooden doors once the last of his congregation left the church.

You must lock away your sins of lust and sin in order to avoid them. Priest Ari created the sins, but you savored each act of lust he poured into your body and soul. 

Your ragged breath spread clouds upon the colorful glass as you gasped. 

True beauty can only be appreciated if there is light coming in. Behind the window, the light sings praises to pleasure, giving way to a rainbow of colors on the other side of the glass. 

You have lost your soul, but he is restoring your light within your soul through the demon of a man who wants nothing more than for you to groan his name. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he bit down on your neck. The thrusts of his long fingers made your body tremble, your heart pound, and you let out small songs without realizing it. 

You were engulfed by pleasure. Your climax ignited your body. He covered your mouth with his other hand as you glorified and sang his name. 

He rubbed you through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasurable sin.

His lips brushed against your skin, he sinking his teeth into your flesh hard enough to leave a devil's mark.

His mark, the sinner from whom he will cleanse every moan. 

Tempted by his lusts and betrayed by your need, you instinctively aspire to sin. 

Father Ari poured sensuous kisses over every curve of your flesh, taking in every curve of your sensual swelling, he continued to finger you while ferociously exploring your body. As he tightened his arms around you, you could feel your legs shaking and threatening to give away.

He smirked and accelerated his pace as he stared at the ceiling. 

“Dear-oh my go--,” you praised out, the unrelenting pace becoming too much and too overwhelming. 

During this act of pleasure, you believed it to be sinless, and that Father Ari would cleanse you of your sins in no time.

The more vivid the vision, the more you want him to keep going. 

Your body ached, curved, and was drenched. It embraced him.

“Forgive each moan, let our echoes cleanse you” Father Ari growled, his mouth trailing down your neck and onto your exposed shoulder as his hand caressed your breast. 

You did not want him to stop, but to change his rhythm or to move his finger closer to your clit. Another orgasm crashed down on you like a tsunami before you could even speak, as your whole body tensed against him. It felt as if your body was on fire and you couldn't move. You could only hear his grunts as the thick fingers of his holiness continued to pump your sensitive walls. 

Feeling worthy of heaven, inspiration inspired by the art itself. 

The smug grin on his face lit up as he kissed your neck and shoulder, his fingers now playing with your nipple. His pace slowed as your body began to relieve itself. The tip of his nose trailed up your neck and shoulder as he sang sweet hymns to you.  "I could listen to you for hours, angel". 

You finally began to sing praises, as your body numbed and he held it upright so you could finally come down from the high he delivered with the same amount of confidence as in his sermons.

Taking his hand away from your mouth, he continued to make achingly slow circles of pressure on your oversensitive bud as he leaned your head back to give you soft angelic kisses. 

A deep thrill flowed with each kiss of illicit attention.

You moaned into his hands as your hands pressed flat against the colorful stained glass. It is in the hands of a holy man who is doing unholy acts in the church. 

His length and speed stretched you to your limits, entangling you in an almost grueling manner. 

Father Ari began murmuring against your neck. "I'm taking you to Hell with me, Angel." The fire colors of pleasure began to show as you bit into his hand. "My demonic angel, aren't you?"

As a sinner and as a saint 

"Together, we will reach the gates."

You gasped for air, for a new beginning, he removed his hand from your mouth.

“Yes, Father.” 

You moaned, your head relaxing against his shoulder as you stared at him. 

“Damn right we will.” He groaned as the hand that had been covering your mouth began to rub your clit. “Lord, take me and my angel”

Your lessons have to be taught by him. Do as a good disciple would do. It was his desire to guide you to become a magnificent singer and human being of the church. 

You looked into his eyes, trying to find something beneath the cold and calculating pride shining from him.

He caressed your cheek. He rubbed his thumb over your soft lips as your mouth divided in a breathless sigh. You felt as if you had experienced the blessing of an angel. 

"Let's sin, my Angel," he whispered. "In that beautiful darkness, we will both be healed." 

Let's just be skin to skin and let the sin go where it belongs. 

Forgiveness is here in his house. You get down on your knees so that you can be forgiven and restored to his prayer.

“Show me your sins, Angel.”

You didn't reach for your rosary, but for his.

eddie munson x reader & steve harrington x reader (?)

warnings: daddy kink, choking, creampie, overstimulation, voyeurism

ugh imagine Steve walking into you and Eddie fucking?

You’ve been at it like bunnies, fucking nonstop and only taking breaks to smoke a shared blunt. Both of you left the door to Eddie’s bedroom ajar, not really giving a shit if someone walked in. There’s metal music playing loudly in the background, swallowing your moans and the sound of Eddie’s bed hitting the wall. It’s not like you both expected a visitor because Eddie’s uncle wasn’t gonna be home until late. You both definitely wouldn’t expect Steve to walk in uninvited.

You’re bouncing down on Eddie’s cock, squealing and moaning his name so prettily. Your facing your boyfriend who has a blunt between the fingers of his free hand and the other hand gripping your left hip. His hand trails up to your chest to grope and squeeze your tits. You whine when he leans forward to suck and bite one of your nipples.

And in search for Dustin, Steve slips inside

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Eddie praises sweetly against your ear, “Keep fucking your self on my cock like that, my pretty little slut.

And Steve who is so blissfully unaware of what the fuck the two of you are doing, he steps inside the trailer in search of Dustin and Eddie. He repeatedly shouts out Eddie’s name, growing frustrated as the loud music playing swallows his voice. He lowers the music on the radio and rolls his eyes.

“Freak, probably can’t hear me with this goddamn music playing.” Steve huffs, rushing towards the hallway that he’s sure leads to his room.

“Hey freak, have you seen Dustin by any chance? He was supposed to meet me at the Family Video but he didn’t show up so I figured he’d be here since—“

He turns the knob and opens the door, freezing instantly when he realizes what’s going on. Staring at the view of your back and ass, moaning and calling Eddie ‘daddy.’ He should really leave but for some reason his feet are planted onto the ground, preventing him from leaving. Or maybe he didn’t want to leave. Maybe he just wanted to see the way you arched your back and listen to your high pitched squeals and whines while Eddie, slammed you down on his cock.

This should be disgusting— he should be disgusted by this. But he isn’t, no. In fact, he’s turned on at the sight of you, his crush that he’s been trying to score a date with, fucking your tight little pussy on Eddie’s cock.

Then when he realizes Eddie is staring straight at him, he visibly panics. His cock is strained against his jeans, hard and throbbing at the sight of this. Eddie, the shit he is, smirks and pushes you down on his mattress, wrapping your legs around him. He fucks you hard and fast, forcing his thick inside of your gushing cunt that he keeps filling up over and over. Your moans grow louder and they’re music to both of the mens ears. His ring clad hand reaches over to grip your throat, eyes never straying away from Steve for a minute before staring down at you.

“My pretty little slut, like it when daddy fucks you like this? Fucks you hard and treats you like a whore?” Eddie spits cruelly, smirking at you when he noticed your eyes are fluttering. Black spots mark your vision but the euphoria and high that your experiencing is too overwhelming, and you grip his wrist. Eddie eventually let’s go of your throat, hand trailing between your bodies to flick and thumb your throbbing clit, groaning as your cunt milks him.

“Oh, fuck— s’too much Daddy!” You squeal loudly, pussy spasming uncontrollably around his cock, a gush of your juices surge that Steve is sure tastes sweet. Your body then lays flat against the mattress, relaxed and breathe evening out and Steve figures you passed out.

“F—Fuck yeah, princess—“ Eddie let’s out a soft moan of your name, cock throbbing and his balls tighten before he pumps your pussy full of his cum once more. He pulls out to rest his cock against the folds of your pretty cunt, smearing more cum against it in the process. It’s heavy and fat on your pussy. It’s not long till Eddie begins to stare at him once again, the same smirk he gave him earlier when he was fucking you crawls back on his lips.

“Hope you enjoyed the show but fuck off now, will ya?” Eddie chuckles. He removed himself from your body and covers it with a blanket, away from Steve’s prying eyes. He then walks towards Steve who is still standing in front of the door. He grins and let’s out a small amused laugh when he realizes how embarrassed Steve is for being so hard at the sight of you being fucked.

“I gave you a free show this time but next time? Not gonna happen. I’d take care of your little problem ASAP if I was you, Steve. Blue balls is a serious disease.” Eddie grinned sardonically, pushing Steve out of the room and slamming the door in his face.

Just yes 💕

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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OURS - STEDDIE X FEM!READER

summary: steve and eddie remind you who you belong to

relationship: steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson

word count: 4.9K

warnings/what to expect: SMUT (+18 MDNI I MEAN IT!!), jealous!steddie, possessive!stedie, dom!steddie, sub!bratty!reader, brat taming, sub/dom dynamics, pet names, slight degradation, established poly relationship, threesome (f/m/m), masturbation, teasing, kissing, semi-public sex (sex in eddie’s van in the middle of the woods), lots of dirty talk, brief dry humping, mentions of spit, masturbation with rings, orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), blow jobs, hand jobs, very brief tits/nipple play, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cum swallowing, biting, rough sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), brief cum play(kinda?), choking, spanking, hair-pulling.

a/n: I have nothing to say in my defense for this one (this was requested)

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Everyone in Hawkins High was celebrating that night because the basketball team had finally won the championship. After years of never winning, tonight you finally bring the cup home. Crowds of people were cheering the team outside the school, different groups hanging out in the parking lot as they all celebrated the recent triumph.

Eddie walked out of the school, looking around at all the people celebrating, which let him know they had won. Honestly, he didn’t really care about basketball. He tried to watch the game since you and Steve invited him, but gave up shortly after it began, choosing to go plan his new campaign for the Hellfire Club instead.

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How about some slow sweet, early mornin' loving for our Eddie boy? Or on the other side, dirty rough bathroom stall at a concert smut?

The bathroom stall at a concert got me 🥵 Let’s be real, Eddie would totally be into that

Warning: pure smut, public sex

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Eddie didn't peg you for the type of girls who had sex in public places, but the idea of getting railed at a concert had been haunting your head for weeks. The thrill of sneaking to a cramped bathroom stall and getting railed while one of your favorite bands played made you ten times horny-er.

''I gotta pee.'' 

Eddie nodded, then guided you out of the crowd. He was bummed to have to leave his really great spot in the pit, but you needed to pee and he wasn't going to let his girl go alone to the bathroom. Not at a concert out of town where horrible things he didn't want to think about could happen to you. Not when you were wearing a short dress and looking like a metalhead's wet dream.

You followed the bathroom signs and Eddie stood by the door to wait there for you to pee, but you pulled him in with you. 

He followed with a frown on his face. ''What are you-'' 

You cut him off with a kiss, slipping your tongue past his lips and pulling his body flush with yours. ''I don't need to pee. I need you to fuck me.'' Your hands slipped down to his ass and you gave it a squeeze, making Eddie groan. 

He could've come right there and then from how turned on your words got him.

His lips curled into an excited smug grin and he pushed you into a stall and locked it. 

Seconds later, Eddie's pants were pulled down right below his ass and your dress was hoisted up, panties pulled to the side and legs hooked around Eddie's waist as he thrusted into you. One of his hands holding onto the stall for grip and the other under your thigh to hold you up, his rhythm erratic and desperate. You were holding onto Eddie's shoulders as loud moans, pants and groans left both your lips, their sound muffled by the loud instruments of the band playing in the amphitheater. 

It wasn't the most practical position, but the bathroom stall was very small and narrow and did not allow a lot of maneuvers.

You traveled your hands in his hair, your head tossed back as he slammed himself into you, deep moans alternated with raging, animalistic screams coming from Eddie's lips. The poor bathroom stall wall was shaking at every thrusts, leaving no room for wrong assumptions of your activities to any passerby bathroom users.

You tugged wildly at his hair as your body spasmed, tight, wet walls clamping down on his dick. Recognizing your body language, Eddie knew you were close. With one last cry of your lover's name and an imprint of your fingernails in Eddie's shoulder, you came, legs shaking as your orgasm ran through your body. 

With another thrust, Eddie felt himself spill into your body, his hand gripping tightly the stall to keep his footing. 

You caught your breaths, then Eddie helped you get down, smiling like a madmen because you just had sex in a bathroom stall at a Metallica concert. He tucked himself back in his pants and pulled them up while you fixed yourself.

‘’I love you and the crazy shit we do.’’

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Lil baby Tomura cuddles his pregnant mom. You think it’s be cute like him hugging her tummy and cuddling but it’s not

Tomu: *whispering to bump* I hate you… get out of mommy….

Y/n: *half asleep* tomu baby stop threatening your unborn sibling

Its funny how much you and Kai have become familiar with your triplets habits. You could both be dead asleep and yet whenever he feels Himiko move, his hands instinctively move and pull her just in time to stop her from stabbing your belly with something sharp. He'd pull the weapon from her hands, then pull Himiko to his chest and cuddle her until she falls asleep against his chest.

If he feels eyes on him, he knows it Dabi. Sighing, Kai would wake up and walk towards his son who is standing in the corner. Picking him up, Kai would walk towards the balcony and ask Dabi about his day. If he doesn't answer, then Kai would just start talking about random things, usually politics, which usually puts the little pyromaniac to sleep. Kai theorises that since Dabi likes to act all independent and mighty all day long, he sometimes wants some quiet time with either of his parents where they just give him their complete attention and make him feel important. You usually did that before, but ever since you became pregnant, Kai switched places with you.

And Tomura? Kai usually plucks the little boy off your belly and whispers in his ear that he's hurting mommy by doing that, so he can just cuddle upto her neck. However, when you get up in the middle of the night to pee or puke, Tomura immeadiately senses your absence and tries to go after you in the bathroom. Kai is quick to grab Tomura and stop him (from traumatising himself when he watches his mother violently puking her guts out), pulls him back to bed and against his chest, all while Tomura starts whimpering. Kai starts to tell him stories about you to distract him, tells him about how much you used to pray for a pretty angel like Tomura and how you prayed that her babies were patient and good. That's enough to soothe Tomura and make him less distressed, and by the time you return to bed, Tomura is already half asleep, mumbling how he loves his mom.

You'd raise a brow at him, but Kai would just shrug and kiss you, before pulling you close to him.

What can he say? He's good with his kids.

robin and steve being each others homophobic dog i LOVE to see it