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Masterlist :

Time-turners and troubles.(fluff)

When Their Eyes Met......(series):

Pt.1(Fluff).

Pt.2(Fluff).

Pt.3(Fluff).

"Dance with me?"(Slight angst, Fluff).

Sweet Pain (Angst).

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Snow Angel(fluff)

Midnight Walks and kisses(fluff)

Misunderstanding (angst with eventual fluff)

Dress-Up(fluff)

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rolling off of fuckboy!eddie after a hookup and he’s bracing himself for the post-sex clinginess he typically gets from girls, but before he can even let you down gently, you’re hopping up from the bed and slipping your dress over your naked body.

“thanks, eddie! i had a good time.” you smile with a little wave, trotting out of his trailer with his cum running down your thigh.

he’s a little surprised, kind of turned on, and mostly relieved. this time, he didn’t have to escort another girl out of his trailer. he didn’t have to shoo them out of his bed or coax them to put their clothes back on.

he doesn’t know why it blooms a dark feeling in his chest when he’s laying there naked, left feeling like he’d been used even though his only goal was to fuck you.

he pulls the blanket over his body and turns on his side, ignoring the feeling for another night.

tomorrow’s problem, he decides.

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eddie munson w a praise kink.

“c’mon puppy, doing so good for me.” you’d moan as his big nose smushes into your clit, tongue lapping at your drooling entrance.

he’d whine into you, damn near humping the sheets as he eats your pussy like a feral animal.

“doing good f’you?” he mumbles, big, shy eyes looking up to your for approval.

his tongue is still working at your pussy when you nod, eyes fluttering shut while the thrusts of his hips get more frantic. he can’t hold out any longer, not when your tight little cunt is sucking his tongue in so nicely and you’re moaning all loud for him.

“gonna cum, gonna cum- fuck! good boy, so fucking good for me.” and you’re cuming all over his tongue, letting him slurp up your juices like the needy boy he is.

“thank you, thank you, thank you.” he whines and cries between laps at your cunt, busting in his pants like he’s a teenager at the taste of your cum on his tongue.

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that beard has me by the throat

you guys Penn Badgley looking too fine nowadays

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horny full moon remus who's just obsessed with you

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“Re- remmy no more,” you plead, tossing your head back onto your pillow, hips bucking up into his despite your words. Remus growls, pushing you down by your stomach and blanketing your body with his own and pressing your knees almost up to your tits.

“You can take it, my dove, I promise,” the words come out choked, hoarse, but you wither under them nonetheless. You can feel his cock pulsing deep inside your walls, seed spilling out from your entrance from his last two (three?) orgasms. You’re sure he’s overstimulated beyond belief, just like you, but he just can’t seem to stop.

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imagine eating robin out for the first time :((( she’d be so nervous and she’d ramble before you got her panties off i love her

did something short >:)

"y-you know you dont have to, uh, do this y'know?" Robin nervously looked down at where you were between her legs, leaving soft kisses on her thigh.

"mhmm, I know, but I want to." you pressed a kiss on her clothed lips, smiling at her whimper.

"o-okay, yeah that's good, that's good. I feel like I dont sound excited, I'm very excited. I read once that when two women have sex they cum 80% of the time but with a straight couple the girl only cums 30% of the time. isnt that crazy? that just seems kinda cold. wait are you cold cause I have blankets in my closet if-"

"hey, hey, hey robin, your rambling again." you chuckled, hands now running up and down her thighs.

"shit, uh, sorry." she let out a nervous laugh.

"listen we dont have to do this you know. if you're not ready that's fi-"

"no! I want this, I'm just," she let out a sigh, "I'm just a bit nervous." she bit her lip, looking at everything but your eyes.

"that's okay, remember what I told you about stopping anytime you want?" you asked, hands now holding her own.

she nodded and let out a hum, "I'll hold your hand the whole time, okay? wont let anything bad happen to my girl." you grinned.

she nodded again, letting out a soft 'okay'.

"y'ready?"

she took a big breath, finally looking down st you again, "I'm ready." she smiled.

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— 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄

➸ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 / 19 / 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑

— 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

➸ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆: @morwap

➸ 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆: @morwapsbitch

— ‘𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋

➸ 𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄

— 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄

➸ 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐧.

➸ 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 - 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲

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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞

𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬

𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥

➸ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜

➸ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜 ➸ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐜

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞: 𝐬.𝐛. 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜

𝐡𝐩

𝐬.𝐛. - 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 | 𝐣.𝐩 - 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐫.𝐥 - 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐦 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐰 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐣 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐣𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 | 𝐫.𝐛 - 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝐞.𝐫 - 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 | 𝐥.𝐞 - 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝐝.𝐦𝐰 - 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐬 | 𝐦.𝐦 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝

𝐦.𝐦𝐤 - 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐭.𝐫 - 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞

𝐛.𝐳 - 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐢 | 𝐭.𝐧 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 | 𝐝.𝐦. - 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐦.𝐚 - 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧 | 𝐰.𝐚 - 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐝.𝐣 - 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐛.𝐥 - 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬 | 𝐬.𝐦 - 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐠 - 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐞.𝐦 - 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐬.𝐡. - 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

𝐜.𝐜 - 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦 | 𝐫.𝐛 - 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

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𐐪𐑂 CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM X VIRGIN READER

NSFW.

you were beyond nervous. with your legs closed tightly, teary eyes and shaky hands.

“angel, it’s okay” chrissy tried to convince you, her smile sweet and her hands gentle as one of them cupped your cheek and the other rubbed your thigh. “if you don’t feel ready, we can just stop now. can cuddle and have some snacks?”

but you wanted it, so so bad. she looked so beautiful, her body completely bare as she wanted nothing more but to make you feel comfortable. she didn’t want you to feel exposed.

“i do!” one of your hands squeezed hers, giving her a sincere smile as your legs slowly opened, and you had to gulp down the lump in your throat. and the whole time, chrissy’s eyes were on yours.

“is it okay if i take a look?” she caressed your cheek, and asked when your legs were completely opened.

“yes” you tried to say firmly but your voice still shook a bit, and you clenched around nothing when chrissy’s eyes were on your cunt.

“woah” she breathed out, her eyes wide as she looked down, “holy- can i please touch?”

you hummed, kind of losing your patience as all you wanted was to feel her hands on you.

she lowered both of her hands to your cunt, one of them resting on your inner thigh as the other seemed hesitant with its movements.

“pretty” she murmured and her middle finger came down to gently rub your clit, causing you to whimper at the slight friction, her eyes shooting up to your own in a second. “feels good?”

“so good” you moaned as chrissy allowed a second finger to touch your cunt, using this one to massage near your hole, but never exactly where you needed her. you had already forgotten how nervous and scared you were, the mere thought chrissy’s fingers inside of you filling your mind.

her fingers massaged your cunt softly, not adding too much pressure. you were so wet already, and chrissy felt herself get wet as well when she noticed her fingers were coated with your arousal.

“do you want my mouth angel?”

“fingers! want ‘em inside” you protested, and chrissy smiled softly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“i know, sweet thing. will get to that, i promise. but i must prep you properly, alright? make it hurt as little as possible.”

and after all, she was the experienced one, not you. so you gave in, and with a soft sigh, you agreed.

“good girl” chrissy murmured as she eyed your cunt hungrily, before she lowered her mouth onto your heat, the contact making you moan loudly.

her mouth was wet and warm, and it just felt so good against your needy cunt.

“chrissy,” you whimpered softly, your hand at the back of her head as you tried your best not to ruin her perfect ponytail.

meanwhile, chrissy had started moving her tongue, her sweet tongue. usually, she was so gentle, but now, her tongue was pressed against your clit and she moved it rather harshly.

you were writhing and whimpering, your eyes closing tightly as you bucked your hips up into chrissy’s mouth, earning an awestruck expression from her.

“that’s it, such a good girl for me” she mumbled against you, the vibrations causing you to cry out in pleasure, eyes rolling back into your head.

safe to say, that night chrissy had you in every way possible, doing whatever she wanted to you, but still being gentle about it.

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omg i just realized vampire/kas!eddie would absolutely love eating u out on our period 😵‍💫😵‍💫

I’m on my period rn and this makes me feral idec if it’s gross

“Oh fuck tasted so good pretty girl,” Eddie groaned from between your legs. His lips looked so pretty covered in blood, glossy and red.

“Fuck! Eddie!” he lapped at your pussy like it was his last meal. To him, this was like ice cream on a hot day. It dripped down his chin and he looked up at you through his lashes.

“Taste so sweet princess. Mmm m’gonna eat this pretty pussy all week.” He bared his teeth and you saw how his fangs dripped and he caught it with his his tongue.

“Feels so good Eddie! God I never want this to stop!”something you’d never thought you’d say. He sucked hard on your clit and you couldn’t even remember which orgasm this was. Somewhere between the 5th and the 10th.

Your pussy gushed more than just cum and he wasted no time slurping it up, the lewd sounds echoing off the walls. Your voice was breathy, just trying to get words out as he continued his assault on you used cunt, “Eddie please!”

“Shh just relax sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

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FEEDING ON THE INNOCENT.

pairing : vampire!eddie munson x innocent!fem!reader

summary : legends say that evil lurks just beneath the midnight veil of the forest, but you never expected the darkness to be so mesmerizing.

warning : SMUT, soft!dark!eddie, hints of mean!eddie, corruption kink, unprotected sex, taunting, semi-public forest sex, innocence kink, readers virginity being taken, praise kink, multiple orgasms, slight mocking and degradation, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, descriptions of blood, pet-names, mention of biting and fangs.

authors note : vampire!eddie has captured yet another victims mind this week, and that would be me! :0 i just couldn’t help but stretch my fingers and indulge in typing away about this fandoms most insane yet hopeful theory that the duffer brothers need to scribble away in their pink diaries about with their glitter pens for next season.

| stranger things masterlist | eddie munson masterlist | gif credit |

Hawkins was customary to it’s endless enumerate of myths and legends. Devil Worshippers. Interdenominational Beings. The list only proceed from there; however, one infamous folk tale has succeeded in circulating the entirety of the small town’s people for years.

Haunting tales of an inhumane creature prowling the nearby woods at the dead of night is gossiped about amongst adolescents and solemnly superstitious adults.

The terrorizing horror of the unknown predator patiently waiting for the arrival of foolish humans to enter his territory leaves the woodlands vacant, apart from the vacuous and intoxicated teenagers intending to complete a dare made by their peers; never seeming to return to tell the tale.

The question truthfully remains unanswered as to why you established yourself surrounded by numerous soaring trees, encouraging darkness to retreat to every inch of Mother Nature’s forgotten land. You remained engulfed within the forest’s presence, a distant pattern of an Owl’s distinctive call echoing.

Deceased twigs snapped beneath your feet, heart skipping at least ten beats off normal course. The slightest perception of any unfamiliar sounds prompted an uncanny chill to travel down the length of your spine.

The unprovable theory you’ve come to the conclusion of that your every motion was being watched through ravening eyes made you endure anything but tranquility and serene. Yet, you ventured further under the vivid twilight of your obscure surroundings with curiosity radiating from your pores.

Gasping at an unexpected gust of wind encompassing you, your fingers fidgeted apprehensively with the ruffles of your dress; pondering what immense insanity prompted this reckless decision of yours.

“Now now, what’s an innocent thing like you doing out here all alone at night?” An unmistakably cavernous voice spoke from behind you, interrupting your train of thought as the blood coursing through your veins ran cold.

The mysterious figure circled around you steadily; clarified beneath the intense full moon, you were greeted with a pair of big brown irises and smug grin that revealed a sliver of the stranger’s sparkly white teeth; goosebumps coating your skin at the mere sight of how prominent his knines appeared to be; sharp enough to effortlessly pierce flesh.

His heavy combat boots shattered ancient pieces of fallen wood with every step he took, closing himself around your helpless figure. “S’not safe, y’know? The Big Bad Wolf loves to feed on sweet little things like you.”

Reaching forward, he began to softly trace the fragile skin below your jawline; a meek gasp escaping your parted lips at the frigid contact. His gentle touch was ice cold, enveloping you in an array of unexpected chills.

You were oblivious to how much he could truly sense in that moment: the sound of how rapidly your heart was beating, the feeling of your pulse point just beneath the pad of his middle finger, the scent of how sweet and tempting the blood flowing through your veins was, and the sight of evocative images flashing through your mind of what you envisioned your fate to be.

“M’not gonna harm you, sweetheart. How could I ever torment such a delicate creature?” He would and he could, but the naiveness dripping from your aura rendered him weakened. He listened closely to your inner monologue surveying his words.

The Angel on one shoulder pleaded with you to turn back now, beg the dangerous man you were in the presence of for mercy and approval to safely return home. Although, on the other, the Devil only challenged your natural instincts. This is what you were here for in the first place, isn’t it? You want your innocence tainted and the danger he’s able to provide you with.

The guard you had built was plummeting quickly, rendering you defenseless. You knew how much trouble you were in right then; yet, you searched for protection in his touch.

His tongue leisurely dragged across his bottom lip, line of vision trailing further down to where he could practically taste the seeping arousal between your thighs; veiled just beneath the fabric of your skirt, away from prying eyes.

His stare intimidated you exceedingly, your bare legs compressing around nothing but the heartbeat between them.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, honey?” He knew what you were thinking, knew what foreign anguish was hypnotizing your senses from the way you gazed up at him through widened eyes; a blend of fear, curiosity, and desire swimming in your irises. He just needed to hear you say it yourself.

“You don’t even know what to think, do you? So desperate and needy, clenching your thighs together ‘cause that baby brain of yours is just too dumb to ask for help.” He taunted, observing you thoroughly whilst tilting his head to the side in a mocking matter at how helpless you looked before him. “Want me to take care of your achy little pussy, baby? Been dreamin’ about that, huh? Someone to satisfy your drippy cunt?”

For once in your life, the Devil on your shoulder won.

Erotic whines decorated your pouting lips like a prayer, along with a string of ‘please’s as your blown out pupils searched his in desperation.

“Shh, I know, baby. I know.” He whispered, lowering himself to the ground at your feet; knees making contact with uneven patches of grass. He painted your inner thighs with open-mouthed kisses whilst massaging the debilitating muscles of your caves. “Such a polite little thing, aren’t you? Using your manners to get me to fuck this tight pussy.”

“Gonna let Eddie make you feel all better?” His words barley registered to you in that moment. His name was so soft, so delicate when it rolled off his tongue. You nodded swiftly, babbling incoherent ‘yes’s over and over.

Pleased, Eddie occupied his left hand with carelessly bunching up your skirt into his fist, his other gently ghosting over the wet spot on your cotton panties with the knuckle of his index finger; your body involuntarily bucking into his touch.

Hooking a finger under one side of the flimsy material, he slowly drew the fabric down the extent of your legs; stepping out of them entirely to allow Eddie to discreetly stuff them into the back pocket of his distressed jeans.

Your folds glistened from the moonlight and constellations of beaming stars, pathetically clenching around nothing. “Oh, honey, we gotta stretch your sloppy cunt out first or my cock won’t fit.” Eddie spoke in an artificial concerning tone, his middle finger tracing along your entrance; plunging the pad of his digit in ever so slightly before continuing his pattern—your body writhing under his strong hold from his miserable teasing.

Leaning your back up against the sturdy tree behind you, Eddie lifted one of your legs over his shoulder as he inserted both his middle and ring finger into your drenched hole; your fists immediately collecting his tangled mane of lengthy curls in your grasp.

An assembly of pornographic moans escaped the depths of your throat as his lips sealed around your sensitive bundle of nerves, Eddie groaning into your intimate anatomy as you tugged at his hair encouragingly; attempting to bring his mouth closer than humanly possible.

With your climax approaching briskly, your hips continued to grinde rhythmically against Eddie’s tongue; movements becoming sloppy as the pressure in your tummy grew tighter and tighter until it finally snapped—overcome with ecstasy as his large fingers persistently worked you through your first orgasm.

“So pretty f’me, coming ‘round my fingers.” Eddie cooed, removing them from inside you to stand to his feet once more. He shoved his fingers coated in your juices into your awaiting mouth, helplessly drooling all over his shiny rings. “Think you’re nice and ready for me, honey? Gonna let me strip this pretty pussy of it’s innocence?”

“S’nothing to be ‘fraid of, sweetheart. I’ll fill you up so good, ruin you so no mere mortal would ever be capable of satisfying you the way I can.” He continued, cock twitching from how your heartbeat stuttered at his words; your lewd whimpers muffled by his fingers that he removed from your mouth with a pop. “S’that what you want, me to ruin you?”

“M’yours.” You mewled, staring up at him with glazed over doe eyes that were so virtuous, he nearly came in his pants.

“Yeah, baby? Wanna be my obedient little fucktoy? All mine to corrupt and play with whenever I want?” Eddie panted heavily against your parted lips, unbuckling his belt that was secured at his waist, slipping both his boxers and jeans down instantly; painfully erected member slapping up against his happy trail.

Swallowing each other’s vulgar noises when Eddie slipped himself into your fluttering pussy, securing one of your legs around his torso and giving you very little time to adjust to his girth before pounding into you at a merciless speed. “Stranglin’ my dick so good, sweetheart. Fuck.”

“Such an innocent little angel, act so perfect and pure that no one would ever suspect she’s actually just a greedy cockslut who needs her messy cunt fucked.” His voice was rasping, vibrating through the extent of your body as he nipped at your earlobe.

“Shit, got me feeling like a teenager again. Best pussy I’ve ever had, s’like she was made for me.” His thrusts were becoming irregularly paced and sloppy, chasing your shared climax; his thumb lazily rubbing your clit that heartened firework sparks to set off in your cerebrum. “Gonna let me fill you up, baby? Gonna let me cum ‘side this tight cunt?”

“Oh, Eddie!” Your second orgasm of the night crashed down on you like a title wave, head falling back against the bark of the tree trunk as you swore the Earth stopped orbiting for a few minutes. He finished shortly behind you, vision clouded in absolute euphoria as his load painted your walls.

“So good for me,” Eddie’s pale lips warped into a twisted smirk against the skin of your neck once you came back down to reality, your brain still foggy. The slight pressure of his razor-sharp teeth grazing your jugular unleashed a faint gasp from the depths of your throat, grasp tightening around his shoulders as he inhaled your enticing scent. “but m’not quite finished with you yet, sweetness.”

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harry potter x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of cheating, sub space, overstim, non sexual crying, sub!harry, dom!reader, hand job, dacryphilia, dry humping, slander (only for this fic I love ginny sm!!)

summary: when harry catches ginny cheating on him he goes to his best friend for comfort.

A/N: ummm so yeah lol, there are some parts where my writing is ass but the actual sex part is good.

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Knock knock

The sound of someone knocking on the door of her flat startled Y/n, it's was 10:00pm and Y/n was relaxing on her couch reading, 'who the fuck?' Y/n thought to herself as she reluctantly up from her very comfortable place on her couch to open the door.

"Who is it?" She asked with her hand on the lock, "H-Harry" her best friend answered, Y/n became concerned, his voice was strained as if he had been crying.

She quickly unlocked her front door, and the sight infront of her nearly broke her heart, there Harry's was, eyes red and puffy and with an absolutely broken expression his face, she let him into her flat and as soon at she closed the door Harry lost it.

Hiccups and broken sobs left his mouth, and they only got louder when Y/n pulled him into a hug, he dug his head into her shoulder as he gripped on her jumper.

"Shh, what happened sweetheart? What's got you so upset?" She cooed rubbing his back soothingly, "Ginny" he managed to get out in-between his cries.

"What she do baby?" Y/n asked, breaking their hug then leading him to her couch.

Harry pulled himself together to explain, "I-just got off work and I walk in to her fucking Cormac McLaggen in my bed" he spat bitterly, wiping the tears from his eyes, "And when I confronted her she proceeded to blame me and insult me."

"What the fuck" Y/n sneered, her anger spiking, she never really liked Ginny because of how she treated Harry, she treated him as if he was unimportant and like her life would be better without him.

"And I'm pathetic, I'm a grown man sitting over here crying like a baby over a girl" He groaned running his hands through his hair in frustration.

"A girl who you love Harry, your allowed to be sad and cry, it doesn't make you any less of a man" Y/n reassured rubbing his back.

"Do you want something to drink?" She offered, standing up and going to the kitchen "No thank you, can we do something, like watch a movie?" Harry asked wanting to take his mind off things

"Course we can, what do you wanna watch?"

"I don't know something funny I guess."

"Ok then Romy And Michele's High School Reunion!" She exclaimed sitting back on the couch and grabbing her television remote, "That movie isn't funny" Harry sassed getting comfortable on the couch.

Y/n looked at Harry offended, "You my friend have no sense of humor" she quipped, "You can't talk, you would find a weirdly shaped rock hilarious" Harry chuckled, Y/n smiled glad Harry was feeling good enough to banter with her.

"Shut up" she laughed pushing him playfully, "So what do you wanna watch Mr. Film critic?"

"Romy And Michele's High School Reunion." He teased, satisfied smirk on his face.

"I fuckin hate you" Y/n grumbled turning on the movie.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, and your a big fat dick."

"I have a big fat di-" Harry started but got interrupted by a pillow being chucked at his face.

"Ha ha you're so funny" Y/n deadpanned, "I'm funnier then this movie."

"You know what, shut up."

Harry smirked, "Who do you think you're talking to?" He questioned, with a faux stern look on his face.

"Who else would I b-" Y/n was cut off by her own laughter as Harry attacked her by getting on top of her and tickling her sides.

"H-Harry! S-stop it!' She laughed squirming, trying her best to get him off of her.

"Hmm lemme think" Harry mused,, "Absolutely not" he decided tickling her more.

In a attempt to break free Y/n reached up and tickled his armpit, causing Harry to lose the dominance he had and burst into a fit of giggles.

Y/n took the opportunity to flip him so her was on bottom and she was on top, straddling his chest ,she then grabbed his arms and held them above his head.

"No fair" Harry pouted. "That's too bad" she laughed mocking his pout.

"Thank you" Harry smiled feeling better, "For?"

"Making me laugh."

"That's kind of the bare minimum but I appreciate your thanks" She smiled, releasing his hands and cupping his face.

Harry blushed, "Did you just thank me for thanking you?" Harry laughed, "Yes sir" she answered peppering innocent kisses all over his face, still on top of him, the movie long forgotten.

"How do you do that? Harry pondered sitting up and moving Y/n down so now she was straddling his hips instead of his chest.

"Do what?" She asked cocking her head to the side, "I just caught my girlfriend cheating on me and you managed to make me forget about it" and it was true, he showed up on Y/n's doorstep in hysterics and now he you could barely tell.

"It's just my charm" she winked causing Harry to roll his eyes.

"Anyway, that's one of the things I love about you" he continued, "My charm?" Harry once again rolled his eyes, "No, your ability to make me feel better no matter what."

"Oh, I honestly didn't know I had that power, I just say dumb shit intill you laugh" she said wrapping her arms around his neck.

"No it isn't that, Ron could do that but it wouldn't have the same affect" he mused.

"So it is my charm!" She beamed slightly bouncing, the quiet pleasured moan that left Harry's mouth didn't go unnoticed by her.

"Are you alright?" Y/n asked knowingly, teasing smirk on her face.

"Y-yeah why wouldn't I be?" He questioned trying to play it off, hoping and praying she didn't notice the sound he made.

"Because you just moaned" She said bluntly, looking directly in the eye causing him to squirm under her gaze, his squirming only made his 'problem' worse though.

"Sorry" He mumbled looking down so he wouldn't have to hold eye contact any longer.

"Look at me" the girl softly ordered, grabbing his jaw and lifting it so he was looking at her again.

Harry couldn't breathe, his heart hammered in his chest and his mind raced, he didn't know how the vibe in the room went from playful to intense, but one thing he knew for sure was that he was horny.

"Harry."

"Hm?"

"Kiss me" Y/n commanded, voice barely above a whisper, and almost immediately she felt Harry's soft lips on hers, Harry fucking Potter was kissing her, the boy she had had a crush on since their sixth year was kissing her.

Y/n eagerly kissed back, the kiss started off soft slow and sweet, both of them enjoying this new feeling, Harry had never felt anything like this before, this kiss felt different, better then the ones he and Ginny shared.

the kiss soon started to speed up, Y/n moved her hands up to his hair and gave it a experimental tug, Harry let out a whimper at this causing him to smirk against his lips.

"You like that?" She mumbled, "Yes, fuck" Harry whined gripping her hips tightly.

Harry let out the prettiest moans and they got louder when she started rocking her hips on his, the pleasure he was feeling was becoming too much for him as he drove his hips up into her clothed pussy, the pressure on his aching cock causing him to let out loud moans against her lips.

He pulled away and threw his head back, his beautiful sounds no longer muffled, "Please-fuck need-" Harry started but was cut off by his own whine, "You're so noisy Potter" Y/n giggled, giving his hair another tug.

"Feels so good! Please faster" He cried bucking his hips up , the grip on her hips tightening as she moved faster.

"You want to feel better?" She offered slowing her movements so he can answer, "Y-yes do what you want."

She got off of him he whined at this and led him to her room, once they arrived she layed on her bed this her head against her head board, when Harry started to get on the bed with her she stopped him.

"Nope, strip first" Harry quickly obeyed almost tripping as he tugged of his pants, Y/n took her chance to tease him about this, "Desperate are we?"

Harry nodded, once he was naked he stood there waiting for further instruction, "Come here, lay down with your back to my chest" Y/n said again Harry obeyed quickly.

When he did Y/n attacked his neck in kisses earning breathy moans from Harry as he bucked his hips up into nothing.

"Please touch me I need it" Harry begged taking her hand and leading it where wanted it most, she happily gave him what he wanted, spitting on her hand and pumping his cock, that's when Harry just about lost it.

"Feels so good" he cried fucking his hips into the tight hole she made with her hand, "Yeah? Tell me how much you like it baby" she said, moving her hand faster.

"Love it so- mmhm- much, its so fucking good. M'gonna cum-please let me cum."

"You can cum whenever you want baby" she cooed, going back to kissing his neck, sucking dark purple marks on it.

After a few minutes Harry started bucking his hips up faster chasing is upcoming orgasm, crying out with every thrust and pump of her hand.

"Fuck! Baby M'gonna cum so hard f'you!" Harry whined eyes rolling to the very back of his head, back arching off her chest.

"Come for me angel" and he did screaming her name as he squirmed and lulled his head back.

And Y/n didn't stop there she kept jerking him off at the same fast speed causing Harry to let out loud sobbing moans.

"It's too much! Please more!" Harry babbled, tears now falling from his emerald toned eyes.

"Aww look at you, so pretty like this" Y/n teased, "I fucked you stupid didn't I, don't even know what you want."

Harry whined "Gonna cum again! Please lemme cum, so good!" Harry all but screamed, tucking his head into her neck.

Y/n didn't give him permission she just moved her hand impossibility faster and harder, and Harry responded by cumming for the second time that night.

Y/n helped Harry ride out his orgasm, not stopping her movements intill he was whining in pain.

After he calmed down Y/n grabbed her wand and preformed a cleaning spell, then she pulled the covers over them then cuddling up with the subby man.

Once Harry came down a little he spoke, "Y/n-" she cut him off, "We don't have to talk about it right now."

"Ok" he said tucking his head into her shoulder, getting comfortable.

And that's how they slept, limbs tangled up, high on this new feeling they were experiencing, hopeful for what was next.

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pretty little thing — s.h.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, mask kink, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m. receiving), choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, degradation, creampie, dubcon, overstimulation, rough sex, cursing, face slapping, fingering, eddie walking in lol

wordcount: 3.1k

summary: your boyfriend steve wearing a ghostface costume to a halloween party turns you on a bit too much…

a/n: i know the movies/characters that are mentioned didn’t exist back then but let’s just pretend they did

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“Nurse? Nuuurse? We have to go, patients are waiting for you! Don’t let them die!” Steve shouted from his bedroom, making you giggle as you hurriedly fixed your hair for the Halloween party Steve invited you to. You weren’t interested in going at first, but Steve ultimately persuaded you to go by exclaiming, “it’s the best party of the year!”. You were certain it was nothing but a shitty excuse for him to see you in a sexy Halloween costume, though. You didn’t want to put too much effort into it, so you chose a simple but sexy bloody nurse outfit.

“Well, you’re the reason they’re dying, dickhead!” you screamed back at Steve, who was dressed up as Ghostface in an all-black outfit with, of course, the mask. You had seen the movie ‘scream’ before, so you knew all too well how ridiculous the mask looked and warned him to prepare himself for you to make fun of him all night long when he’s all dressed up. You weren’t particularly a fan of his costume choice but you’d let it slide because of how enthusiastic he seemed to be about it.

You walked out of the bathroom and made your way to Steve, who was lying restless on his bed with his eyes glued to the ceiling, whistling some song that was stuck in his head.

“Where’s that stupid mask of yours?” you questioned, noticing that it’s the only part missing from his costume.

“In this bag, can’t drive with the mask on now, can-“ he abruptly stopped talking mid-sentence when he turned his head around and laid his eyes on you, seeing you in the sexy nurse outfit that barely covered your body.

“Wow, you- you look amazing” Steve stammered with wide eyes, almost drooling at the sight of you as you chuckled softly.

“I thought you were in a rush” you asked with a raised eyebrow as you stood in front of him with your arms crossed, looking down at him with a smirk on your face. His stunned expression changed into a mischievous one, scanning you up and down.

“You know what, the party can wait a little longe-“ “Shut up, we’re going. Now!”

The drive to the party was quiet, but you could practically feel the sexual tension coursing through the car. Steve´s hand gripped your thigh, your legs exposed due to the shortness of your skirt, while his eyes occasionally peeked to the side, attempting to catch a glimpse of your body.

“Eyes on the road!” you shouted for the fifth time in a row, rolling your eyes at him and feigning a frown.

A few minutes later and the two of you arrived in a nice neighbourhood with very large houses. You didn’t know the person who was hosting all too well— you only knew he used to be good friends which Steve a few years back, which was enough for you to know what kind of person he might be; popular and arrogant.

You both got out of the car before Steve took hold of your hand and led the way to the front door while holding the bag with the mask in his other. He looked you up and down with a smirk once again as you replied with an annoyed “Steve!” before he shrugged and pushed the front door open, walking inside the already crowded house. Loud music was played and most people were already intoxicated— either screaming, singing or talking over one another. It went exactly how you expected it to go, though. Steve was greeted by his old friends who were all over him, practically stealing him from you while you were standing awkwardly next to them, unsure of what to do or who to talk to. Thankfully he caught up on it quickly and grasped your hand again.

“You want to get something to drink?” you nodded before heading to the kitchen together.

“I just hope you’ll like it he-“ “Harrington!” you heard someone say from behind you, cutting Steve off. You turned your head in confusion before recognizing the familiar mullet, moustache and smug smile that never seemed to leave his goddamn face. Billy Hargrove. He was certainly very handsome, but god, could he be annoying.

His eyes shifted from Steve to you, checking you out from head to toe while licking his lips, “Holy shit. Did you bring this pretty little thing with you, Harrington?” he taunted, his eyes not leaving your body for one second. You cast a worrying glance Steve's way, knowing they don’t get along, at all.

“Leave her alone” Steve snarled, standing slightly in front of you, the protective side of him showing. “Oh, I’m sorry. Jealous I didn’t compliment you, pretty boy?” Billy laughed condescendingly as anger was written all over Steve’s face. You quickly poured two drinks and dragged Steve out of the kitchen, before the situation could escalate at any moment. You led him to the couch and sat next to him, attempting to distract his attention from the anger that was raging through his body while keeping your hand firmly in his.

“Here. Your mask” you handed him the bag that he placed on the ground earlier, reminding him that his costume was still incomplete. He grabbed the mask out of the bag and placed it over his head before wrapping his arm around you and taking a sip of his drink. You took a good look at Steve, taking his costume all in while eyeing him from his head to his toes. You were ready to laugh at him, to come up with all kinds of dumb jokes, but… you couldn’t. He actually looked good. Not only that, but it was almost like— like you were, turned on.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked when he realized you were staring, snapping you back to reality. Oh no. You could not let him know you were turned on by his stupid costume, not after all the jokes you made about it. It would be humiliating for you to admit.

“W-what? Nothing!” you stammered, taking a sip of your drink to distract yourself. He brushed it aside and talked to an old friend that came to sit next to him. You tried to look the other way but you felt unable to stop looking at him. Steve, in that costume, did things to you. To your body. You felt so aroused and so needy, it was indescribable. You were rubbing your thighs together to create some friction. But it wasn’t enough. You were getting wetter by the second and- “Oh okay” Steve said smugly, pulling you out of your trance, “I see what’s happening”

“What are you talking about?” You replied with a puzzled expression on your face, trying to hide the fact that you were getting more aroused with each passing second. You could feel Steve's hot breath on your skin through the mask as his head drew nearer to you, “You’re turned on by my costume”. Your eyes widened, nearly causing you to choke on the drink you had just taken a sip of. He chuckled, knowing all too well that he was right.

“Meet me upstairs in five minutes” he whispered into your ear before you could even begin to defend yourself, his voice slightly muffled by the mask as you felt the anticipation raging through your entire body. He rose to his feet and slowly walked to the hallway before disappearing around the corner.

“Is everything okay?” Steve’s old friend asked you with a worried look on his face, jolting you out of your trance. Shit. He must’ve seen how tense you’ve been looking, probably thinking that you had been drinking too much. You took a deep breath to pull yourself together, trying not to think much about how sexy Steve looked in his Ghostface costume, how bad you wanted him to fuck you like you were his little slut, pounding into you so mercilessly— well, fuck.

“Yeah, totally! I’m sorry, I have to go to the bathroom” you excused yourself quickly before you could embarrass yourself even further. While following Steve´s footsteps, you quickly became aware of how soaked you already were. It was embarrassing really, how a silly Halloween costume could rile you up so fucking much.

You realized you may have had more alcohol than you thought when you stumbled a little on the stairs while passing a few couples who were kissing in the hallway. There were a few closed doors upstairs, but since you didn't know which room Steve was in, you thought there was nothing else you could do except check every door until you found the right one.

After seeing a bride covered in blood giving the joker a blowjob, a police officer making out with an inmate and a bunny undressing herself in front of Jack fucking Sparrow, you presumably found the right room, finally. You slowly opened it, not seeing Steve anywhere in the dim-lit room. You stepped inside and closed the door behind you before feeling a gloved hand creep around your neck, making you flinch at the sudden touch, “Hi beautiful, looking for me?”

“Fuck, you scared me!”

“Good” Steve spun you around and slammed you against the wall, caging you inside his arms while he looked down at you through his mask.

“Hmm, he’s right. You are a pretty little thing” his hand slowly moved to your breast, kneading it roughly as he whispered into your ear, “my pretty little thing”

His other hand moved to your core, under your skirt and feeling the wetness through your underwear, “So wet already? What a fucking slut”

You were a little taken aback by his unusual demeanour, but it simultaneously turned you on so much. You weren’t complaining about your sex life, not at all. But you weren’t used to this side of Steve. He was usually so sweet and soft— it was all pretty vanilla. He had never called you a slut before, but fuck, you would be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

“Y-yes” you timidly admitted, feeling your cheeks burn at his words. He swiftly placed his hands under your butt and lifted you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around him. He walked over to the bed and threw you on it, causing you to bounce slightly on the mattress while watching him take his black robe off. You expected him to wear a shirt underneath, but his exposed, hairy upper body caught your attention right away, making you even more drenched than you already were.

He moved to the edge of the bed and stood in front of it before unbuckling his belt while gesturing for you to come closer. You sat on your knees in front of his crotch and watched how he slid his pants down to his ankles, his hard erection showing through his boxers. His head came closer to yours as he lifted your head with his finger. He tilted his masked head slightly as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“So fucking beautiful” he ran his thumb over your lips, feeling the smooth fabric of his gloves, “and such pretty lips. Show me what you can do with them”

You palmed him through his boxers, the precum wetting his underwear as you heard a hiss coming from under his mask. You pulled his boxers down as his cock sprung free, nearly hitting you in the face. You tended to forget how big he is, the veins prominently visible when he’s fully erect. He removed his gloves, leaving him in nothing but the mask and lightly slapped your face before gripping your jaw, causing you to pout a little.

“Show me how much of a slut you really are and look at me while you do it” Steve instructed before letting go of your jaw. Your hand wrapped around his dick, pumping up and down while using his precum.

“Spit” Steve commanded, making you spit all over his erection and pumping it faster before wrapping your lips around it. He groaned at the feeling of your warm mouth around him, his hand moving to grab your head. He pushed you further onto his dick, throwing his head back at the sensation.

“Just like-“ before Steve could finish his sentence, you heard the door open as the music from downstairs started to become louder. You quickly took your mouth off Steve and turned your head to see who opened the door. Oh no. Eddie fucking Munson was standing in the doorway with drugs in his hand, watching you in a nurse costume giving a blowjob to Steve who was wearing a Ghostface mask. Great. You felt your cheeks heat up as Eddie’s wide eyes were glued to the scene happening in front of him.

Everyone froze for a moment, unsure of what to do before Eddie broke the silence with a laugh, “Didn’t know you were that kinky, Y/n”

“Jesus, get out!” Steve screamed quickly while motioning for him to leave. Eddie left the room with a smile on his face and closed the door behind him.

“I’m going to fucking kill that boy” Steve snarled annoyingly with a sigh, rolling his eyes under the mask.

“Well, you’re certainly dressed for it” you replied before hearing a muffled chuckle from Steve.

You were about to wrap your mouth around him again but he abruptly yanked you by your hair and forced you to turn your head to the side as his head drew nearer to your ear, “I bet you liked it when Eddie saw you like that. Want me to fuck you like the filthy whore you are?” he asked, his warm breath on your skin sending shivers down your spine. You nodded but his grip on your hair only tightened, causing tears to well up in your eyes.

“Aww, poor baby. Can’t even speak and now she’s crying” he said with a mocking voice, wiping your tears. His hands moved to your breasts, feeling them before abruptly ripping your shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere as you flinched. He then took your bra off before moving to your skirt and panties, removing them both at the same time, leaving you completely naked. You were dripping by now, so turned on by Steve’s dominant behaviour that was unfamiliar to you, and wanting even more.

“Lie down” he instructed as you came to lie down on your back, looking at him with big eyes. He came to lie next to you, breathing into your ear while his hand moved from your breast to your core, right where you needed him. You bucked your hips slightly out of desperation, making him chuckle as he traced over your inner thighs.

“P-please” you pleaded. “Please what?” “Please touch me. Need your fingers inside of me” you begged desperately while clenching around nothing. He moved his fingers to your clit and rubbed slow circles on it as your eyes fluttered shut. He then moved to your entrance, before pushing 3 fingers in at once, causing you to grip the sheets at the sudden feeling. He didn’t waste any time and began pumping his fingers in and out of you almost immediately. You felt your orgasm nearing when he curled his fingers up, hitting that spot inside of you that was enough to send you over the edge. You came with a loud moan, gripping his arm to signal for him to slow his movements down, but he didn’t. He continued to pump his fingers inside of you at a steady speed, the overstimulation almost becoming too much.

“Steve, I- I can’t handle it anymore”

“Yes, you can. And you will” he grunted before you felt another orgasm wash over you, making you throw your head back into the pillow and clutch the sheets with all your might. “Good girl”

He swiftly turned you around so that you were on your hands and knees before his hand reeled back to strike against your behind, hitting your ass as you moaned out loudly.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked while teasing your folds with his cock.

“Y-yes” you admitted with a soft voice, so desperate to feel him deep inside of you.

“Then beg for it” he held onto your hair and drew your head in close.

“Please, fuck me! I will be good, I promise!” you begged, unable to wait any longer.

“See? It doesn’t have to be difficult” he pushed into you in one quick thrust, causing you to fall forward as he pushed your head into the mattress. God, it felt so good. It always did. The way his dick stretched you out, completely disappearing into your tight little hole. He slammed into you while maintaining a steady pace and gripping your hips. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he gripped your hair again to bring your head closer to his, forcing you to look into his brown eyes, the only distinguishable feature of his face with the mask on.

“Don’t hold back. I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel right now” he instructed as you moaned in response, your head resting on his shoulder. His hand moved to your core, rubbing fast circles on your sensitive clit. You could feel yourself nearing your release and it almost became too much for you. His cock deep within you hitting all the right spots, his finger skilfully massaging your clit, the muffled sounds of the music playing downstairs, the Ghostface mask— you couldn’t recall ever being more turned on than you are right now. He moved his free hand to your throat, choking you as it added even more to the already intense pleasure you were experiencing.

“Cum” Steve instructed, his finger speeding up as you felt your third orgasm of the night approaching, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head and see stars. You moaned his name out while gripping his arm, trying to catch your breath. “Good. Fucking. Girl”

You collapsed in front of him before he increased his pace again, chasing his own orgasm as you gasped in overstimulation. He came not too long after you, feeling the familiar pool of warmth inside you, his cum painting your walls as he threw his head back and groaned your name.

He rode out his high, pulled out and lay down next to you before he took off the mask and grabbed your face, kissing you all over it.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked sweetly, as you nodded. His entire demeanour shifted into the Steve you knew the moment he took his mask off.

“Promise me one thing” you said, turning your head to face him.

“What is it?” he asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Don’t ever get rid of that mask”

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painting each other’s nails with eddie munson!

pairing: eddie munson x reader (gender neutral)

warnings: none !!

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“Baby, just trust me, I will be so good at this” Eddie exclaimed as he seized the nail polish from you, making you roll your eyes at him. A mischievous grin spread across his face, feeling powerful with the bottle of nail polish in his hand. He gently grabbed your hand and began painting your nails, his tongue sticking out slightly and his eyes not blinking in concentration.

“Eddie!” you whined the moment he got nail polish on your hand. “No worries sweetheart, I will fix it later” he continued painting the rest of your nails before you felt the cold touch of the nail polish on your skin once more. You stopped complaining after a while, now merely rolling your eyes in annoyance.

He finally finished painting your nails after what took longer than it should have before you put your hands in front of your face to look— there was more nail polish on your skin than on your nails, making you chuckle softly.

“My turn! I will show you how to do it properly” you cheerfully exclaimed, grabbing the nail polish and placing his hand flat on the table. He stared in awe as you painted his nails so meticulously, leaving not a single drop of polish anywhere but on his nails.

“Oh, yeah, you’re definitely better than me at this. Just a little bit better, though”

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𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝐣 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

synopsis ; after the death of your husband, you’ve become sort of a recluse, only really leaving the house to go to work, or take your six-year-old, lucy to school. feeling loney and desperate for friends, lucy starts dragging you to the playground in the mornings, where she meets a young boy named harry, and you meet fellow single-parent james potter. 

𝐧𝐚𝐯 ; 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ; 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ; 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ;

𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ; 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱

↳ single-parent!james potter x single-parent! reader, no voldemort au

genre ; like the SLIGHTEST mention of angst, but 99% fluff

warnings ; mentions of death via unmentioned illness, mentions of divorce, a few swear words, a panic attack, reader’s daughter breaks her leg, hospitals, food / eating throughout different scenes

word count ; 6.8K

note ; lily and james are divorced but there’s no hard feelings between them. there’s no voldemort in this and no mentions of magic/hogwarts but it can be read as magic or a non magic au. i pictured this as in the 80s but as far as i know there’s nothing stopping it from being a modern au either, to be honest you can really do whatever you’d like with this.

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Thunderstroms || R.L

young!Remus x Reader

Summary: Remus taking care of his girlfriend that is afraid of thunderstorms.

Warning: really bad writing, i needed something to do to keep myself from doing stm stupid

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Its a stormy friday night and everyone is chatting in the common room. The sounds of rain hitting the glass, scribbling of homework, and chatter is heard.

You are on the floor, leaning on your boyfriend's, Remus lupin's, legs, who is on the couch. You are happily chatting with everyone about what new prank should be done.

Then all of a sudden a burst of lightning is shown though the window, and you knew what was soon to follow, and so did your boyfriend. Thunder

Due to your small size, Remus quickly grabbed you from arms, hoisting you up next to him. You quickly cover yourself with the blanket that was once over him, with your head in his lap. His hands cover your ears just in time for the loud thunder, yet you let out a little jolt. He leans down and kisses your forehead.

You too stay this way for the rest of the night, so you would feel protected.

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when remus was gone on tour, you preferred to stay in your little flat rather than his big penthouse apartment. it was too big, and it had too many reminders of him.

it was his last stop before he was coming back home, and you were curled up on the small couch, wrapped in a blanket with your eyes flicking every so often between the television and the clock on the wall. it would be starting soon.

the ads ended, and the talk show came back on, the host talking for a few minutes before he finally stopped yapping and introduced the guest. "please welcome, remus lupin!"

the live audience burst into applause and you sat up straighter as your boyfriend jogged out to join the host on stage. he'd been styled to fit his image, but you could see flashes of his real self - the large jumper that was tucked in, the white collar of his shirt slightly askew, the laces of one of his scuffed black shoes undone. they may not have been his clothes, but he still looked like your remus.

the host stood up to shake his hand, and he looked down, startled. "where's it gone?"

"where's what gone?" remus looked down urgently, patting the front of his pants.

the host gestured to remus's hand. "your ring."

remus gave a relieved sigh and a laugh as he sat down, fiddling with the space on his ring finger where the metal used to sit. when he'd first started out, he'd been forced into a pr relationship that he spoke out against publically. he'd gotten backlash but also a lot of praise, and he got a silver ring, the neck of a base guitar around the whole thing. he'd joked that it meant 'he was married to music.'

"we got divorced," he said seriously, holding up his hand. "unfortunately, music's not the only special thing i have anymore,"

you brought your left hand up to bite your thumbnail, the silver glint of the guitar neck shining on your index finger.