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just remus being casually domestically dominant please 🫡 you’re amazing ily

love you ♡ fem!reader | 1k words

"Finish your food," Remus says mildly, eyes glued to his open laptop screen. 

You look away from the book in your lap and take a sheepish bite. Once you've swallowed, you say, "Sorry. I'm nearly finished." 

He does look up now to give you a soft smile. "Don't be sorry. Just…" He pushes your full glass of water towards you. "The book's not going anywhere." 

"Neither is my toast." 

"Enough," he says, fond but stern. "Eat." 

You close your book around your hand and eat with the other, watching him rather indulgently as you do. He looks focused. His eyes run over the lines of his manuscript one after another, you can almost see his thoughts on his face. A week until his deadline and he's still trying to make sure you're eating well. 

You glare at his plate with a slice of toast still on it and cough pointedly. 

He doesn't even look up. "Careful," he murmurs. 

You know he's half joking, but the other half has a shudder racing down your spine. You skull your drink to hide how affected you are and then turn back to your book. 

After a few pages your leg starts to jog, kicking restlessly in efforts to keep up with the plot. 

Remus' socked foot taps your calf. 

"Sorry," you apologise again. 

Remus closes the lid on his laptop, elbow braced, dropping his face into his hand with a steadying smile sent your way, a silent Don't be. "Why don't you go read in the living room? I'll do the dishes really quickly." 

You don't believe him even slightly but you stand when he stands and let him kiss your cheek, his head tucked toward you and his hand squeezing the slope of your shoulder. 

Laying out on the sofa, you listen to him walking around the kitchen. He does the dishes, loads the washing machine, wipes down the tops. By the time you've finished your book he's still in there, the sharp echo of a knife slicing down through vegetables ringing in the hall. You feel a little guilty – you're only lounging about while he's making preparations for dinner and he's been so busy with his manuscript he hasn't had much time to say still. He never stops moving. You flounce back into the kitchen with intent to commandeer the hard work or at least help but he wipes his hands on the tea towel hanging over his shoulder and turns you around.

You giggle at being manhandled. "Remus!" 

"I told you to go read."

"I'm all done " 

"Go read something else." He pushes you gently toward the doorway. 

"It's almost like you don't want to spend time with me," you tease, digging your heels into the floor uselessly. "Stop! Let me stay, please. I miss you." 

He immediately stops. Where his hands had been pushing behind your shoulders they wrap around you alarmingly quickly and twice as tightly. You grin at his touch, his heat behind your back and the warm rush of his breath past your ear. "You miss me," he repeats. You can almost hear him rolling his eyes. 

"All the time," you insist.

"If I let you stay in here, I'll never get the cooking done. You'll… misdirect me." 

You wrap your fingers around his wrist and try to win him over with some sweet touches of your own, fingers stroking his skin carefully. You let yourself melt into his hold like you know he likes and turn your head to his chest, cheek rubbing against his shirt. "You like me, secretly," you say. 

"I like you a bit more than that, dove." 

Remus hugs you close for a few precious minutes. You forget where you are, eyes closed, his abdomen rising behind you with every slow breath. 

He laughs. It tickles your neck. 

"What?" you ask. 

Remus plants a first kiss and then a second to the curve of your neck. "You misdirected me." 

"How's that my fault? You're easily distracted." 

He encourages you to face him, eyes mock accusing. "Hmm." He pinches your chin between his thumb and his finger, tilting your head up a little bit too high. You wait for a kiss, eyes lidded and lashes fluttering. 

"Don't be cruel," you scold in a whisper, lips pouting insistently. 

His hand stretches over your cheek and his thumb rubs at your skin like he's trying to wipe something away. Your head turns just slightly under his ministrations and he finally leans down to kiss you, chaste to your hungry, careful to your amorous. You huff a pleased little laugh into his mouth and delight in his hand pulling you in further. 

He nips your lip when you get too excited and you pull away, flushed with heat. 

"Sorry," you say. 

"Stop saying sorry." 

Out of all his small demands that one never sticks. Still, you love him for it. You steal another quick kiss and move out of his reach to wash your hands before he can pinch something soft.

He sets you up behind the cutting board with the rest of the veggies and a knife. "Be careful." 

"Yes, sir." You give him a salute. 

He stares at you for a handful of seconds and then moves to the fridge.

"Don't think you're getting away with anything," he says into it. You feel his words for what they are – a promise. It's almost tempting to try your hand at another small rebellion, to steal another kiss, just to hear him tell you off. 

"I don't know what you mean." 

He snorts. "Uh-huh." Then, with much less derision, "Tuck your fingers in, okay? Guide the knife with your knuckles."

You look down at your fingertips and cringe, doing what he advises before you can accidentally cut yourself. "I am." 

Packaging rustles in the fridge as he searches for something. You slice your way through a big leek, green and white circles littering the cutting board. 

He puts down a block of marble cheddar next to the board.. "You cut that up for me. Half of it, and we'll melt it on top." 

"Gotcha."

"Thank you, dove." 

"Of course." You lift your gaze to give him your sweetest smile. 

He smiles, softened like butter on a warm day. "I love you, sweetheart. Seriously." 

You hadn't though he was joking. "I love you." 

He flicks your arm lightly. "Eyes on the knife, please." 

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“give it a kiss f‘me.” he nodded, hand lightly coming over to the back of your head to guide you down.

STOP TEASING YOU ASSHOLE AND JUST

thinking about steve and his giant cock and his little eager virgin gf :(((

steve’s been so obsessed with going slow with you. too slow. he was taught to always be a gentleman and that of course carries over into sex as well. despite how badly he’d love to wreck those little holes of yours, he won’t. he gave you all your firsts so far—first date, first kiss, first orgasm. without him you wouldn’t even know how to get yourself off. ever since that day he sat you in front of the mirror and gave you a bit of an anatomy lesson, you’ve been like a little bunny in heat.

it’s been a learning curve for the both of you— for steve, he’s had to relearn self control. had to keep in mind that this world of intimacy is brand new to you and that he has to go easy on you, he wants to make sure it feels good all the time. for you, it’s all new. new feelings. new interests. new curiosities. but more than that, a new found patience that you did not expect to have to learn.

you’ve only seen steve’s cock once. he was nice enough to let you hold it, told you that he didn’t want you to be scared of it. taught you how to make him feel really good, even showed you that trick that made his cock jump when you took a handful of his big heavy sack. you didn’t understand why he was so apprehensive about putting it inside you. when you’d beg and beg he’d tell you, you just weren’t ready.

��that little pussy of yours just isn’t warmed up enough for it, baby. don’t wanna hurt you quiet yet.” steve insisted, reaching a hand between your pillow soft thighs to cup the covered mound smoothing over it gently.

you didn’t quite understand what he meant. sure, i mean, it’s big, it’s huge but.. isn’t that how it’s suppose to be?

“but stevie.” you whined pitifully, thighs squishing around his wrist. a weak hand coming up to paw at the denim covered bulge between his legs giving it a feeble squeeze. “i know i can take it. i-i’ll make it fit, won’t hurt at all. ‘m ready.”

he couldn’t lie and say your persistency didn’t make his cock ache. you felt it too. felt the fat length stiffen under your touch, saw the soft look in his eye darken ever so slightly. fuck, he wanted to ruin you. ravage every part of you.

“baby.” he started, words cut short by your flat palm pressing against the head of his cock. he was practically suffocating in those jeans, cock begging to be set free. “how about we compromise?”

there was a haze that always washed over you when you got to this point. when you started feeling needy. a sheer glaze that covered those big doe eyes of yours, and god, it drove steve fucking crazy. was like you went dumb for him and his cock.

you continued squeezing at the denim, thumbing over the outline of the mushroomy end. perking up a bit when he offered a compromise.

“i’m listening..” you hummed, squeezing a bit tighter.

“shit,” he breathed, grabbing hold of your wrist to still your short strokes. “how about i let you come sit that pussy of yours on it.. without putting it inside?”

you didn’t quite get what he was saying, tried to visualize but it didn’t really make any sense to you. though the idea of feeling him so close to your cunt made it begin to pool with arousal. wetness creeping up on you quickly. you didn’t know how to respond, only offering him a very eager nod. you were willing to take anything he’d give you at this point.

steve offered you a smile before he started to undo his belt. desperate to release himself from his very tight fitted jeans but he paused when he got to the zipper.

“wanna help me take it out?” he looked over at you sat on your knees beside him, hands fidgeting with each other.

your eyes went wide, lurching forward to grab hold of the jeans yanking them down without even bothering to touch the zipper. his big heavy cock flopping out to land against his thigh, the tip red and beaded with pre.

“give it a kiss f‘me.” he nodded, hand lightly coming over to the back of your head to guide you down.

you giggled at his permission, leaning down to grab hold of the veiny base. your glossed lips leaving a perfect outline on just beneath the ruddy tip with a very loud mwah sound.

“there we go, good girl. now take those panties off and come sit on my lap.” he instructed you plainly, replacing your hand with his own, giving himself a couple lazy strokes while watching you undress.

“hi, stevie.” you smiled shyly, settling down on his thighs. your slick covered sex just inches above his cock.

“hi baby.” he smiled, grabbing hold of your hips to ease you down.

steve lowered you until his cock was slipped between your folds. the leaky head lined up with your slick and swollen button. it wasn’t much contact but it was new. you could feel him pulsing against you, could feel your chubby lips wrapped around the girth.

the warm wetness engulfed him as it coated him, making steve realize just how much he wanted to feel that cunt of yours. how much he’d been dying to have it on him.

“there we go.” he groaned, beginning to guide your hips back and forth. “just do like this. wanna feel you grind your little pussy on my cock, okay? make yourself feel good on it.”

you started off slowly— a couple quiet whimpers falling from you at the feeling of your clit being ground down against him.

“o-oh.. stevie.” you breathed, hands pressing flat against his chest as you picked up a steady rhythm.

steve kept his hips still, wanting you to be in control of it. the leaky head of his cock prodded against your puffy clit with every desperate hump you made against him. you’d slide your hips back, catching the end of him under the sticky hood that once held your now engorged clit— each time drawing a rough groan from him.

“i know, baby. fuck— keep going. just keep humping my cock. feels good doesn’t it?” steve encouraged, hands coming up to toy with your chest, fingers tugging lightly on your nipples.

your back arched into him, steady pace picking up into an even faster one. there was a sickly wet sound that came from every drag of your swollen cunt against the underside of his cock. the wetness that gushed from you beginning to dribble slowly down his balls, coating them.

“s’good.. feels good.” you panted, nails curling against the skin of his chest.

the sounds that came from you mimicked sobs— it was a wonder how overwhelmed you got from him. without even properly being fucked yet. this was enough though. for now.

your sticky cunt rutted against him quickly and roughly— his warm rod pulling you go an end much faster than you’d hoped for.

burning pooled in your stomach, wetness gushed out of you covering his cock and pretty much everything else.

“yeah, there we go— such a fucking good girl.” steve gritted, leaning forward to attach his mouth to one of your nipples, suckling harshly. pausing just enough to egg you on more. “c’mon baby, soak my cock. get it all wet, just like that.”

the added attention brought you to the end quickly. a pitched sob bellowing out of you as you rode through the climax.

“s-steve!” you slurred, hips continuing to rock but at a much less even pace. you didn’t wanna stop.

that feeling that once felt good began to hurt, deliciously so. you rode out the orgasm on him, clit throbbing rapidly against him, trying to bring him to his edge alongside you.

steve wasn’t interested in making this about him, more so wanting to appease you and some of your curiosities. though when he got to feel your cunt throb and leak all over him, he was not far behind you.

“shit— fuck, gonna let me make a mess all over you?” steve expelled, balls tightening underneath you.

you didn’t give him a verbal response only a whine. hips still dragging slowly, a tremble steady in your thighs. the pudgy button of yours dragged over him, rubbing against the spot just beneath the swollen and wet head. the constant nudging pulling a mess of hot sticky cum from his heavy full balls.

hot ropes spurted out of him, landing mostly on his stomach but also all over you. the continued humping smearing it all over your slick covered cunt.

being a gentleman was becoming harder and harder.

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“y’wanna take the whole thing?” he rasps, clearly defeated in the midst of your passion. “take it. fuckin’ size queen.”

steve n his massive cock :(( poor guy just needs a size queen gf

steve who laughs the first time he shows it to you because of that dumbfounded look you’re giving him. he’s knows it all too well, seen it about a hundred times spanning all the way back to his highschool days.

you’re on the floor of the family video break-room kneeling between his legs. he feels like a freak with the way you’re staring at it, mouth agape, eyebrows disappearing into your hairline. god. he’s huge.

“you with me?” he asks. the question is strained, almost breathless. he knows, you realize. he knows exactly how bad you want to take it for a spin. maybe that’s why he indulges you, holding his cock by the base and feeding the thick tip into your mouth.

—

steve who doesn’t let you take him all at once the first time you have sex, placing a careful hand under your ass to keep you from sinking down all the way.

you’re panting into his mouth, knees on either side of his thighs. you’ve been fucking yourself on his tip for 10 minutes, groaning at the stretch you feel.

steve groans when you clench down on him, eyes going wide. you want to tell him how pretty he looks, how gorgeous his lips are, all bitten and slack.

you test the waters by sinking down further, pushing past the resistance of his hand to take him halfway. a gasp forces its way past your lips. he’s huge, absolutely monstrous.

“fuckfuckfuck don’t hurt yourself.” he groans, throwing his head back against the pillow. you hear none of it, bouncing harder in search of that sweet spot you need him to hit.

you want all of him, every inch, every ridge. you’d kneel between his legs all day if you could, mapping the veins of his cock with your tongue. the best part is? he’d let you.

you’re pulled out of your thoughts by a hand on your face. steve looks up at you from where his head is buried in the pillows, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the silky fabric.

“y’wanna take the whole thing?” he rasps, clearly defeated in the midst of your passion. “take it. fuckin’ size queen.”

the jab is laced with affection, you know that much when his hands settle around the dip of your waist. it’s not long before the room is filled with your shared whines again, the air growing thick with anticipation.

“ready?” he asks. you’re nodding before he can get the full word out, sinking down once more to finally let all of him fill you.

you aren’t even fully seated before your orgasm hits you, a wave of spasms reverberating out from your core. the sound steve let’s out is guttural, primal. a filthy precursor to the load of cum that fills you moments after.

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FUCK. ME.

Hi there! Have you done #7 with Eddie?

i have not! and now here i am turning this into smut (fem!reader) :) so, 18+ please!

forehead against forehead __ "You okay?" Eddie asks, voice cracking a bit. He presses his forehead to yours as you both breathe. His room smells like cigarettes and popcorn and sex.

"Gimme a second," you pant. Your hands are shoved into his hair, curls tugging beneath your fingers and your ankles rest on the small of his back. One of his ringed hands grips your thigh, hiking your leg up as he settles against you, inside you.

"Just a bit more." He breathes out carefully, trying not to shift much. His bare chest is sweaty against yours, guitar pick settling on your clavicle. "If you can take it."

"I can take it, Eddie," you groan, squeezing his hips with your knees. The pressure makes him hiss. "Don't be annoying."

"I'm always annoying, baby." He rubs your noses together before dipping down to kiss you gently, almost too sweet for someone whose thumb runs across one of your pebbled nipples at the same time. You give his hair a tug and he takes that as a sign to keep going, pushing into you all the way. The stretch rips a sound from you that's somewhere between a keen and a sob.

"Fuck," he moans into your mouth. "Doin' so good. Took it all."

You tug on his hair again. "Now fuck me, pretty boy." You clench around him and he practically growls, the hand on your breast moving to your hip with a bruising intensity as he starts to pull out and push back into you, the sound of your skin slapping filling the room. Your back arches and you close your eyes, the fullness almost too much.

"Hey," Eddie grunts. "Eyes open, baby, remember?" You crack your lids as he leans down again, sweaty forehead moving against yours with every thrust. You're not so much kissing as panting into each other's mouths. It's all spit and teeth, slick lips and wild tongues.

"Eddie," you pant. "I need--"

"Gonna take care of you," he says, hand already releasing your hip and traveling up your body roughly until he presents you with his thumb. You practically lunge for it, tongue swirling desperately before he pulls it away with a pop and a curse. "How do you look so hot doing that?" You laugh but his cock brushes the spot inside of you that makes all coherent thought a thing of the past.

"Almost there, sweetheart," Eddie says. "You gonna come for me?" He uses his spit-slick thumb to rub at your clit mercilessly, sloppily, but it does the trick. You've been close for ages from his fingers, his mouth, and his punishing pace is taking you right to the edge.

"I'm--" Eddie silences your moans with his mouth, swallowing them as he fucks you through your climax. His hips stutter, the rhythm lost to lust as he finishes while you pulse around him.

"Fuck me," Eddie moans, barely holding himself above you as you both pant. You can still feel him inside you.

"If you ask nicely," you reply, brain fuzzy and skin hot all over. Eddie just laughs and plants a kiss on your forehead.

"That's my girl."

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isn't she pretty? || e.m. & s.h.

part two to this blurb; what if everyone was spending spring break at steve's holiday home and eddie and steve bond over how pretty you are.

this is for @indouloureux bc she gave me the idea for a part two and ily

warnings || fluff, smut, threesome, fem!reader, praise kink, oral sex, little degradation, mean!dom!eddie, shy!sub!steve, sub!reader, [18+ only], use of y/n once

“You wanna play with us, Stevie? I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

Eddie's low voice crackled beneath the pillows of his lips, and it sent shivers down your and Steve’s spine. He was smirking—cocky and devious—as his rough, calloused fingers pressed harder against your sensitive clit.

A strangled sound burst through Steve’s throat at your hips involuntarily bucking into Eddie’s hand. Steve can’t help but stare at your shimmering body and the shuddering breaths that escape your lips. 

His eyes then fall over toward Eddie. His long, curly hair tickles his cheeks, and a smirk cascades fully against his lips. His thumb is circling your clit, which is slick and wet from the multiple orgasms that Eddie pulled from you. 

Steve can see it, too, the white, thick cum leaking from your walls and down to your other hole. His cock hardens at the pure incredibly dirty sight.

It’s addicting. It’s erotic. 

“Aw, Stevie, are you nervous?” Eddie feigns concern for the preppy brunette that takes a small step forward. Eddie seems almost calm, Steve observes. His hand lazily moves while you’re melting into a puddle. 

Steve could only nod as his adam's apple bobs. Another sultry moan releases from you, which causes Steve to gaze at you once more. 

Eddie chuckles and takes out his other hand in Steve’s direction. “Why don’t I show you, hmm?” 

He swallows. Was he really about to do this? There’s a part of him that didn’t care—the tent that popped up from his sweatpants was evidence of it all, but there was another part that cared deeply. 

You both were his friends; who were together. Sure, Steve has thought about you and Eddie. He has thought about holding your hands—linked together as one. He has thought about taking you while Eddie takes him or maybe the two of them taking you. He has thought it all. 

Before Steve could really decide, Eddie’s patience wavers. “C’mon, Harrington. I told her she couldn’t cum unless you helped her.”

The plea for Steve that left your lips made his head feel dizzy. Never in a million years did he think he would be this lucky. 

He ever so slowly gets on the bed where you’re spread out for the two men in front of you. Eddie moves his hand from your core—prompting much begging and whining from you. Eddie’s lips fold into a frown, though.

He harshly slaps your clit, and the sudden harsh pleasure makes you yelp. “Fucking greedy, aren’t you, sweetheart? Now, sit still.” He pries open your legs as wide as he could. “Now.”

Your elicit whimpers halted to a stop. If you made one movement or one sound, Eddie wouldn't let you cum. “Go ahead, Stevie, give her a taste.”

Steve follows his orders and leans down to your sopping cunt. He breathes in for a moment—relishing in the musk smell of your mixed ecstasies. He flicks his tongue from his lips and draws right on top of your clit. 

He hums from the taste, tangy and metallic that erupts through his taste buds. Your head leans back on the silky pillows, gasping for air.

“Steve!”

“How’s she taste, big boy?” Eddie doesn’t expect a response, though, not when Steve starts to lap up and down your folds. He sucks harshly on your clit again, and Eddie has to move over to hold your thighs down. “Stay fucking still.”

Oh, how you try, but it’s hard. It’s so difficult when Steve’s foreign tongue reaches into your folds, and his lips kiss your mound. You mewl into him, hands finding his fluffy hair. 

“Oh, she likes that, Harrington. Look at her.” His eyes flicker up to look at you—fucked out hazy eyes and whimpers leaving your lips. Fuck. You looked ethereal, coming undone with him and Eddie by your side. 

“You wanna ruin her, Stevie? Want her to cum on your mouth?” He nods over at Eddie—never wanting to stop. He’s drunk, completely pussy drunk, and he’s not sure he can stop.

A part of him reminds him that you’re Eddie’s, but by the look of Eddie’s puffy tip and strangled moan as he wraps his hand around his own cock—his hands holding your thighs in place were long gone—he’s not too sure anymore. 

Maybe you were both theirs.

Steve’s hips bucked into the mattress from the mere thought. 

“Eddie, please, I-I need—” Steve grips your thighs, hands splayed across your soft skin. 

He smirks, his hand moving slowly up and down his shaft. “Need what, sweetheart?” 

You don’t speak. You can’t. Not when Steve rapidly flicks his tongue against your clit, and the rippled sensation of his moans creates friction.

“P-Please, Eddie—”

He almost chuckled. “Nuh-uh, baby, you need to ask. You know the rules.”

He grips his cock harder as Steve’s hips buck into the mattress again. The pretty boy was just as desperate as you were. It was heaven. 

“I need to cum! I need to cum, Eddie. P-Please, let me cum.” Your eyes followed his every movement in hopes that even with a flick of his wrist, he would let you. However, nothing follows. He sits there with his hand on his cock and a smirk.

That goddamn delicious smirk.

“Oh, am I too mean, pretty baby? Okay, okay, you can cum. Cum all over Steve’s mouth.”

Steve grips your thighs in anticipation, and you let go. The tight coil explodes almost immediately from the word, ‘cum,’ and you gush over Steve’s face. Your hands grip his hair, and you scream the names of the two men in front of you—over and over again. Like a prayer.

“That’s my good girl, f-fuck, yes, did so good for us–” 

Us.

Not just for Eddie, but for Steve too. 

"Did so fuckin' well for me. Both of you."

Eddie yanked Steve by his hair off of your now very sensitive core and kissed Steve so passionately that his brain turned to fuzz. He let go, prompting a whimper from both you and Steve.

“You are going to sit on my face,” Eddie turns toward Steve, trailing a hand down his yellow sweater, “And you are going to suck on my cock, got it?”

“Yes, Eddie.” Steve barely says above a whisper, but you both still catch it. You let out a shaky breath, thighs pressing together. 

“Well? What are you both waiting for, hmm?”

~~

“Are they all still going at it?”

Robin crans her neck closer toward the stairs. “Yup. It’s been like,” she looks down at her watch, "four hours.”

After Robin and Nancy got back from their walk, they expected a blushing Steve to sit straight on the couch and act like you and Eddie having sex did nothing for him. To Nancy and Robin’s surprise, he was nowhere to be found downstairs. 

Nancy shrugs, “At least they’ve finally all admitted they like each other.”

Robin snorts, “thank god. I was getting so tired of Steve’s endless rants about how pretty Eddie and y/n are.” 

Nancy looked at the lone non-touched water bottles that sat on the coffee table. She turns to Robin, “Should we?”

Their eyes flicker toward one another, and Robin sighs, “Probably. I doubt they’ve had a break. They all have way too many pent-up feelings.”

They grab three water bottles and trudge up the stairs. “Steve! Eddie! Cover your asses! Nance and I are bringing you guys some water!”

~~~

I don't normally do tags but since a lot of people loved the blurb, i decided to go ahead and tag those who wanted it :)

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What if everyone was spending spring break at Steve's holiday home and the whole gang has had to listen to Eddie and his girl going at it for hours so Steve gets them both a bottle of water and just walks in the room like it's nothing all like

"guys take a goddamn break, drink the water or you'll end up dehydrated and have a breather or you'll both die of exhaustion"

"thanks man," why the hell was eds so chill about Steve just walking in and seeing his girl so exposed "she's cute, right?"

She was mortified having to sit there while her naked bf and his best friend bond over how pretty her tits are

OMG CAN YOU IMAGINE??? the pure horror yet entirely massive boner that Steve has. I had to drunkenly turn this into a blurb. I had to.

warnings || somnophilia I think, vaginal sex, dirty talk, embarrassment

“Jesus fucking Christ, they have been going at it for practically days.”

Nancy just laughed, an arm wrapped around Robin’s shoulders. “Can you blame them though? Eddie hasn’t been able to see her because of having to constantly hide.”

Robin turned to him and shrugged. “Phone sex can only do so much.”

He grumbled under his breath—something along the lines of “horny dogs.” Nancy and Robin decided it was probably time to leave for a bit so you and Eddie could have some extra space. “Wanna go, Steve?”

“Um—no, it’s okay. I’ll—um—stay back at the house. Ya know, in case they need anything.” Robin and Nancy nodded before leaving the fancy holiday home.

Steve walks into the kitchen and grabs you both a water. He knows he probably shouldn’t disturb you, but you’re both his friends. He has to take care of you two. Right?

His skin startles to tingle as he hears the sharp sound of your moans. He pads up the stairs, slow like so he can take his sweet time.

He wants to hear your moans. He wends to hear Eddie’s whispers as he’s plunging into you. He wants it all.

“Hey, guys—um—sorry to interrupt but I wanted to give you some water.” He blushes. The red splotch on his cheeks makes it hard to go unnoticed by the metalhead that has his hand still coiled around your fluttering pussy.

“Well how kind of you, Steve.” His ringed fingers reach over—making sure to brush against Steve’s long fingers—to grab the water bottles.

Eddie opens the bottle for you. He knows you’re much too far gone and cock drunk to be able to open anything or do anything at the moment.

But Steve stares. Oh, how he stares. He expected Eddie to cover you up when he knocked, but there you were fucked out and cunt filled right before his eyes.

It was fucking gorgeous. It was ethereal. You, sitting there with furrowed eyebrows and shy eyes as you chugged down the water.

Eddie could only smirk—the devious mind of his turning it’s gears. “Isn’t she pretty, Steve?”

He freezes.

What?

“She’s—um—fuck—yeah, Eds she’s very pretty.”

Eddie starts to play with your clit and the overloading senses make you whine. Steve can’t help but feel his cock twitch in his tight jeans.

“You wanna play with us, Stevie? I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

[lovcrofthcmoon]

i once believed love would be burning red, it’s golden

SUMMARY - your life with carol after she decided, to stay on earth, for once and for all - or in other words, soft sex

WARNINGS - 18+, smut, dom!carol, sub!reader, strap-ons (r receiving)

WORD COUNT - 2.2k+

A/N - couldn’t decide on writing this or dark carol first but i thought why not just lay out all of my soft fics first lol

Watching Carol leave for missions from the porch of your shared home never once became easier - in all honesty, it just seemed to get harder with every forced smile and bidding of goodbyes, promising to contact you as soon as possible. You never once let your act down when Carol was on earth, as it would make her departure all much heavier on the both of you, Because you knew if you really showed her how much her missions affected you she wouldn’t take it easy, and you also knew that she would never leave. You knew it was selfish, truly, not wanting Carol to leave, ever. But she had too.

Carol hardly showed it, but her missions also took a massive toll on her. She didn’t want to leave you, not ever, as sometimes she even thought of bringing you along with her. But it wasn’t as simple as that. You had the house to look after while she was gone, the bills to pay, and Goose. Goose never liked when Carol left, and you were in the same boat.

Maybe it was her strong arms you missed the most, the ones that you felt oh so safe in when she tucked you face into her chest and tightened her arms around your waist warmly, the way she would drape her arm over you shoulder and pull you away from any uncomfortable situation that you were too polite to leave yourself. Or maybe it was her small grin she expressed whenever she found the simplest things even remotely funny. Maybe it was just her in general. You weren’t sure.

Carol would always leave you with a bone crushing hug and the most passionate kiss, one you could still feel days after. This would always make her leaving even harder, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. After all, you knew what you were signing up for when you started dating Carol. Carol had changed immensely through the years that you knew her. You remember it all.

The first time you met was when you still lived at the compound, rushing outside when an unexpected ship had landed, held by your soon to be love of your whole, complicated life. She smiled at you from afar, and you were instantly infatuated. Carol stuck around after that.

She seemed to always check up on your whenever she got the chance, following you around like a little lost puppy, and well, you never minded. Carol seemed to crave your attention, though she would never admit it. The years flew by in a quick blur after your first kiss.

Thought she couldn’t stick around forever, even if you begged, and that was where you found yourself now, 7 years later- moping around with Goode snuggled on your lap, wishing for your lover to come home.

You missed the signature scent of hers that had slowly started to fade away from her old band shirts, and her worn out jumpers. You missed her strong she was, wishing she would just pick you up and throw you over her shoulder, which never failed to surprise you before. You wanted to be wrapped up in her strong arms like a blanket once again, with her peppering your face in soft kisses.

And come home she did, well, two weeks later. But that’s beside the point. Not even a second after you opened the door you were engulfed in her strong embrace, lifting you off the ground slightly. She was still in her Captain Marvel attire, the material of her heavy suit brushing against your bare arm. You muffled out incoherent words into her shoulder, and she just hummed lovingly.

“Missed you bug.” The nickname rolled of her tongue easily, a loving name you had both gotten quickly used to. She ducked her head, smiling into your shoulder before pulling away. Her body was abruptly pulled from yours and you felt like whining. Her hands situated themselves on each of your shoulders, propping you up as she pulled away, smiling at you in adoration.

“Hi.” You spoke dumbly. All you could do was blush and try to hide your face in her chest, but she stopped you. Her lithe fingers fiddled with loose strands of your face, tucking them behind your ear.

“Hi.” You were unable to contain your grin, and neither was she. She swiftly shut the door behind her, pulling you in for a breathtaking kiss. Her hands took place on either side of your face, gently cupping your jaw and pulling you up against her chest.

“You and Goose have fun without me?”

“If fun is considered cleaning the whole house most days and luring Goose with treats for hugs, i guess you could say that.” Carol chuckled, kissing your forehead.

“You’re too good for me.” Carols hands hooked themselves under your thoughts, signalling for you too wrap your legs around her waist as she held you up with one hand, the other playing loosely with your hair as she leaded you up the stairs. Her strength never failed to amaze you.

Usually, whenever Carol came back from a mission, the rest of the day would be spent with you huddled in her strong embrace, a steaming coffee in one of her hands and your favourite movie playing in the background. You always got distracted by Carol, anyway.

But this time seemed different. Carol seemed more worked up than usual, with the way she hooked your legs around her waist and headed straight for the bedroom. She didn’t bother to lock the door behind her, and why would she? Sometimes you forgot that you weren’t living at the compound anymore. You loved your little cozy home with Carol, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world, though the only downside was being alone when Carol went on missions, unlike the compound.

Carols hands flung you back to reality, with the way they cupped your face as she kissed the life out of you. “m’, missed you so bad, babe.” She nipped at your skin, for sure leaving strong marks that would reside for days - and when they faded, she would obviously be going over them again. It was a never-ending cycle. After all, Carol wanted the whole world to know you were hers.

“What’s got you so worked up?” You managed to mutter out throughout Carols strong and quick kisses.

“Fuck’, just needed you so badly this week.” She grunted when she swiftly removed, yours, well hers, shirt from your body, smiling at the thought of you wearing her clothes, before quickly going back to the task at hand.

“You were only wearing my shirt and nothing else? Naughty girl..” You nodded amongst the flush that had covered your face. In your favour, her shirt went all the way down past your thighs. She was still in her Captain Marvel attire, taking her sweet time to undress herself. She unzipped her suit, letting the heavy suit fall from her frame. It was only when she removed her arms, you saw the small bulge in her crotch area, yours eyes widened. Carol seemed to notice this, smirking cockily.

“Knew i wanted you writhing under me when i came back.” She stated like it was obvious, an answer to your un-asked question. Of course she would do something like that, you thought to yourself. And you loved her for it. She stepped out of her suit, and you had almost forgot how beautiful she was, though it was nearly impossible.

She picked you up like a rag doll, holding you with one hand as the other steadied herself against the headboard. She urged you to straddle her, and at first you were careful to hurtful, and she quickly had enough, harshly pulling your hips down against her own, pulling you flush against her chest.

Her strap rubbed against you clit and you tried to ignore it, whining quietly. She shushed you, urging you to look at her. When you did, she grinned smugly. She bounced her hips up for a moment, and pondered her choices. You knew she was teasing you on purpose, and you fucking hated it.

“I want you to ride me, baby.”

She was overly gentle with you as she manoeuvred you into a position that was comfortable for her, encouraging you to lift your hips. When you complied, she held her hefty strap in her nimble fingers, pushing it inside your entrance slowly.

She stopped and allowed you a breather, moving when you signalled it was okay. She nodded, and pushed her hips so it was fully pushed inside of you. You gasped sharply when she pulled out harshly, whining when she made no move to continue her previous actions. She only grinned smugly, resting one of her hands on the back of your waist. “What did i say, baby?”

You quickly understood what she wanted from you and bit your lip innocently, experimentally lifting your hips from hers before slamming back down. You stopped for a moment, allowing the feeling of being full to take over. You raised again slowly, dropping back down instantly, when Carol smacked your backside.

“I know you can do better than that, babygirl.” You muttered out a mix of inaudible pleas and her name, falling from your lips like a broken record stuck on replay, over and over again.

Her free hand bent down to run at your clit, with lithe fingers, and she quickly realised you were too succumbed in pleasure to continue your motions. So she took over control, for you.

“Fuck, fuck!” You whined as her hips slammed into yours at an alarming pace, and you found yourself gripping onto her shoulders tightly, leaving marks for days, ones Carol would admire in the mirror tomorrow and tease you for. It didn’t matter to you at the moment, though you would find yourself a blushing mess when she would decide to bring it up. That was a conversation for later.

You admired Carols strength. The way she could fuck into you so harsh and fast, with you still straddling her was hypnotising. She didn’t even break a sweat, she was practically invincible. Carol liked to bring her strength into everyday mundane tasks, and almost every-time would be used as a flex. Like that one time in the gym, when she urged you to straddle her as she did her hip thrusts, making you count each and every single one. That memory ending with her fucking your brains out on the gym floor. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The way she fucked into you was so deliciously good, and you couldn’t get enough. Her thighs bounced you up and down, your breasts jumping wildly, pressed against her bare chest as you breathed heavily, biting your lip in an attempt to silence your sounds. You couldn’t hold them in anymore after a particularly strong thrust, and she smirked cockily.

“You close, baby? Fuckin’ come for me.” She urged, her thrusts getting sloppier as the end of her strap rubbed against her clit. Her voice was hoarse, deep, and so fucking sexy. One last thrust from her side and you were falling over the edge.

You orgasm came and went as a blur, Carol coaxing you softly and littering your face with sweet kisses. Seconds after she pulled out of you, allowing you to relax for a couple of minutes before leading you both to the bathroom with promises of a warm shower.

You were a tired mess when Carol coaxed you back into the bedroom, dressing you in her favourite jumper, once she knew you loved as it smelt like her, you caught yourself smiling at the thought of her going out of her way for you, snuggling further into her side and lifting the soft covers up further to your chin. Carol glanced down at you, and pondered her words for a second. She looked lost in thought.

“I was thinking,” she seemed serious when you flipped your head up to gaze at her lovingly, nervous that whatever she would say would seem too strange. Carol never really got this way, this nervous, unless something was truly bothering her.

“I was thinking my stay here could be permanent, no more out of Earth meetings, just me and you,” she paused to lock eyes with you. “And goose.”

You were shocked to say the least, Carol was never one to take breaks. In fact, half of her time was spent working on whatever, you didn’t even know, so this news came as a shock. “Oh?”

“Mhm. No more Fury for a while, no more interruptions, just us.” Her eyes portrayed worry, worry that you wouldn’t except her. But no, just just snuggled further into her side, bringing your face up to hers and resting your nose against hers.

“I’d like that. I’d really like that.” You smiled dumbly, just like every other time you were caught up in Carols gaze.

“I was hoping you’d say that. God, i fuckin’ love you so much.”

The rest of the night was spent with your affirmations of love, more kisses that anyone could count, or keep up with, and the night ending with you held tightly in her strong arms, head falling against hers.

Carol wanted everything to stay like this, forever.

[lovcrofthcmoon]

"i am your god."

cums.

Dreaming about something with Eddie and size kink written by your talented fingers 🥺🥺🥺🥺 pretty please, thank you ❤️‍🔥

I LOVE U thank u for requesting <3 (i tried my best with the size kink bc i deadass have no idea how to write this im sorry)

18+ cw: daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, p in v, belly bulging. fem!reader

"aw fuck baby,"

his thrusts are slow and gentle; doting with every caress of your sensitive skins. you can feel his devotion radiate through every vein that exerts itself, every push and every kiss planted across your bare chest and collarbone, up until your face, before he captures your lips to his.

he gawps at the way his hand's bigger than yours, how he can capture it like a bird in a cage. how your heart would feel perfectly against his palm. and when he looks down, he sees his cock bulge on your navel.

"h-holy shit," he grunts, pressing a kiss in the middle of your collarbone. "baby, look at that."

eddie takes your hand and presses it against the bulge. you mewl when he hits that blissful spot over and over again, rapture cascading over you like a waterfall. "my god, eddie."

"uhuh," he fucks hard. "i am your god." he kisses your tears away. "doing so good for me, baby. taking it like a good girl. gonna be a good girl for daddy?"

you nod. "y-yeah."

"gonna take daddy's big cock and cum? let him fill your small hole up?"

his body towers over you, his thick cock splitting your poor bullied hole open. eddie rubs your clit mercilessly, kissing every inch of your small neck that his big lips claim. and god, the things he'd do to you.

you nod at his words. and eddie smiles. "atta, baby,"

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[lovcrofthcmoon]

this is so wholesome and sweet and perfect!!!! i love love love love love it!!!

you’re safe | d.a

dmitri antonov x reader

requested by @delilahsroses for mystery drabble event with the prompt ‘you can cry, there’s no shame in it’ -> hope you enjoy :)

warnings; nightmares, demogorgons, injury, blood.

word count; 1000+

you hadn’t expected to leave russia with anyone other than who you’d come with and hopper, but hopper’s not so discrete russian associate had somehow bargained his way onto your little plane. he was entirely unexpected.

returning to hawkins to find it in ruins was a great shock to yourself and your company, to see thousands of cars fleeing over the town line with families in disarray, screaming and worrying about the traffic as if something might catch up to them. it seemed the russian prison wasn’t the only place plagued with beings not of this dimension.

after returning hopper to eleven, you drove down to your street, wondering if your house had remained in tact. it had not. your entire road had been demolished, houses barely teetering on the edge of a precipice, glowing red from whatever lay within the gaping chasm below. the house itself wasn’t much, but there was so much you held dear within that house—irreplaceable, priceless items. you tried not to harbour such sentimental attachments to material things, inanimate objects, but you were only human.

for the mean time, hopper had offered both you and dmitri (as he became known) a place to stay after he fixed the cabin roof more securely. you hadn’t the heart to accept the room eleven offered you, and instead slept in the living room with dmitri.

over the very few and hectic days you had known him, he had been charming, witty and rough. but you hadn’t paid him much attention until the journey home, when you felt as if you could allow yourself to think of anything other than survival. he had a pleasing countenance and a charming face despite his weathered skin.

he was a strangely peaceful sleeper, despite the hard floor he rested upon and the cold, poorly insulated cabin he slept in. he didn’t twitch or fidget, he didn’t rustle around, playing with his blanket or pillow—he was perfectly still.

you had not had peaceful slumbers in a long time, ever since hawkins become known as cursed. you often stayed awake until your body shut itself down from exhaustion and hoped your sleep would be so deep and impenetrable that the nightmares could not get in.

“y/n,” you heard a voice call, but it was distorted, like a broken record trying to play.

meanwhile in front of you was a demogorgon, ready for the kill, ready for the feed. he taunted you, stepping forwards slowly, knowing you couldn’t run away as the barbed wire wrapped around your body and pierced your skin, letting the blood that dripped from your wounds further intoxicate the beast before you.

“y/n,” you heard again. were they coming to save you? “y/n!” it was louder this time, more distinct, and you even felt yourself inclined to respond.

“y/n!”

you seized the hand on your face, gripping it tightly as you stared at what surrounded you, trying to recognise it in the cover of night. you followed the hand, up the arm and to its owner to find dmitri staring down at you in the darkness, his expression barely distinguishable in the low light.

“you were having a nightmare,” he informed you, “you’re in hopper’s cabin,” he added, noticing your anxious expression as you analysed the four walls that surrounded you.

your grip loosened on the man, sitting up and curling into yourself, and he rose from his knees to sit beside you on the couch. he didn’t say anything at first, simply laid a hand upon your shoulder to remind you he was there.

you felt tears brim against your waterline, a sign of weakness you had not let yourself display much anymore, for if you started you would never stop. always in such danger, you wondered when it would end and when crying wouldn’t feel so forbidden. a single tear disobeyed your orders, and slipped from your eye and down your cheek where you quickly brushed it away.

“you can cry,” dmitri whispered beside you, “there’s no shame in it.”

turning to the man beside you, who smiled at you like he knew all too well the burden you carried, unleashed an emotion in you that you had buried for so long it almost felt foreign. tears silently and quickly streamed down your face, each drop heavier than the last, eliciting from you a small whimper.

but dmitri said nothing. he didn’t smile or try to make you feel better, just watched you gently, like gazing at a piece of art with such a soft stare that it felt as it was really being admired.

“i get them too,” he confessed, “the nightmares.”

you shifted closer, peering up at him through your eyelashes, silently urging him to continue.

“they aren’t so bad after a while,” he assured you, “and it doesn’t get better if you avoid sleep,” he shot you a knowing glare, but it softened as he remembered his many sleepless nights, “but it will get better.”

“what if you’re not here to wake me up?”

“sometimes you have to save yourself,” he whispered, thinking back to the long nights he spent alone, both tortured and saved by his own mind.

you looked down at his hands, thinking over what he said, and reached out to hold one. they were rough, calloused, but they felt safe and secure.

“i can stay up with you,” he offered, stroking his thumb over your hand back and forth.

“i don’t want to trouble you,” you shook your head and declined his kind offer.

“it’s not trouble,” he countered, sinking further into the couch to let you know he was there to stay until you didn’t need him any longer.

“well, at least share the blanket, it’s cold tonight,” you stated, lifting the blanket up and nodding for him to come closer and share the warmth.

he smiled softly and obliged your request, shifting along the couch until your thighs touched and took the blanket from your hands to place over his lap. you stifled a laugh as he extended one arm along the back of the sofa with a playful smirk, mocking the stupid american movies. but as you rested your head on his shoulder and felt his breath against the tip of your nose, it didn’t feel like such a mockery, it felt real and genuine.

“you’re safe,” he whispered, knowing he could never truly mean it and that you would never truly believe it, but he said it nonetheless before he kissed your temple and lingered there for a moment.

and despite the chaos that lay outside your door, in that moment, you felt utterly protected from its wickedness.

- - -

library account; @mirclesjournal

[lovcrofthcmoon]

i need to take a bath with spray asap

Ok it’s been on my mind for so so long and just ugh- hockey player!James wins his match and when him and reader get home it’s soft sex with some cockwarming after-

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"Jamie," You croon against his chest, your brain hazy with bliss, "So proud of you."

"'S that right?" He brushes a hand down your bare back, the touch sending tingles up your spine that have you squirming around his cock, "Did I play good today?"

"You always play good," You insist dreamily, "'Love seein' you in your jersey. You look so handsome in it, Jamie."

He lets out a deep chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest and subsequently yours as you press yourself further to him. You're clinging onto him like a little koala, and you couldn't be happier settled on his cock for him.

"I'll have to wear it more often," He muses, though he practically lives in the thing, "You think I'd look good in it washing the dishes?"

You giggle, your cunt contracting around his dick as you shimmy impossibly closer to him where he sits against the headboard of the bed. You bounce lightly on his cock, once, just for a jolt of pleasure. It courses through you and James both, and your voice is shaky as you reply.

"I think you'd look better washing the dishes with nothing on at all." You admit, trailing a finger down his bare, ridged chest, "You'd get all wet and soapy."

"Naughty girl!" He chides teasingly, pinching at your side with an incredulous chuckle. His faux-complaints only fuel the grin that's plastered over your face, your cheeks aching as your eyes slowly drift shut.

"Well, if that's what you really want, I suppose I'll have to make it happen." He muses, his words long and loud and proud, "But I'm not paying for the hospital bills when you jump me, bird."

[lovcrofthcmoon]

LAUR YOU DID NOT!! I AM sCREAMING OH MY GOD

ahahaha sorry daddies! i don't know where "daddy" came from either. weird, isn't it? 😅 so weird.

no but imagine ‘accidentally’ calling them that 😵‍💫

pairing: steve harrington x (f)reader x eddie munson

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with zero plot other than the reader calling them daddy.

Eddie's hips have stopped, his thrusts no longer echoing throughout the room with your skin slapping against each other; mixed with your moans and the dirty words mumbled into your neck by the other boy underneath you.

Your hand on his cock stalled as Steve also stops dead in his tracks, body going rigid at your words. Silence filling the room as neither one of you know what to say—or comprehend what just slipped out of your lust diluted mouth.

“What did you say?” Steve is the first to break the silence. The first to add noise other than heavy breathing and awkward pants.

Your mouth opens to respond, to confirm or deny, to say anything, but your voice seems too weak, too not-put-together. your mind still running off of pleasure and sex and how good Eddie still feels inside of you. and how hot Steve’s cock is in your hand; twitching and leaking.

“Daddy,” Eddie answers for you. A chuckle under his breath. You can feel his smile from behind you, know he’s loving this—loved that you said it by the way his dick twitches inside of you when he repeats it.

Repeating what you said. What you declared in a moan of pleasure as the two most important men in your life had your body hot with heat; legs trembling, gasps filling your lungs, your body wanting to melt against Steve and be put back together by Eddie.

Their hands, their mouths, their cocks felt over every curve and crevice of your hips and torso, inside of you. Their cocks giving just as much as they were taking. You were wrecked, fucked out—as always when it came to them.

It wasn’t your fault the words just…slipped out.

“Is that what you said?” Steve’s throat bobs as he swallows thickly, his pupils dark with lust. The heartbeat of his cock in your palm goes rabid when you nod your head in confirmation. “Fuck,” he groans under his breath.

The quick snap of Eddie's hips has you gasping, “say it again,” he grunts. Lips mouthing at your shoulder blades as he leans over you.

[lovcrofthcmoon]

Steve or reader just straight up telling the other one they’re horny 👀

inserting hot, wet, half naked steve harrington

you couldn't keep your eyes off him.

steve was sitting at the edge of his pool, legs in the water, body leant back on his hands, veins protruding slightly from his forearms. his body was still slicked with moisture from his last dip in the pool, droplets slipping down the centre of his chest, dripping from the ends of his hair to fall on to his shoulders. he wasn’t even looking at you, had his head tilted back, eyes closed as he faced the sky, throat bared, the reminders of last night marked into his tanned skin. you felt hot as you watched him, even the water not helping to cool the flush settling over your body.

you couldn’t stop your gaze from locking on his bare chest, on the hair that curled in the centre, the line that ran beneath his belly button, got lost under the band of his shorts. you wanted to trail your tongue over it, kiss your way down, sink your teeth into the skin of his hip, darken the bruises you’d already left. steve always squirmed when you dragged your finger tip down the ladder of hair, dipped your fingers just slightly beneath his trousers in a teasing manner until he was lifting his hips impatiently. it was the fastest way to get him riled up, teasing him with barely there touches, feather light brushed of your lips.

thoughts of last night clouded your head when your eyes travelled to his shorts, the material hiked up high on his thighs, legs spread slightly, enough that if you wanted you could slip right between them. you spotted the faint scratch marks, left behind from how you’d raked your nails over his skin in an effort to ground yourself as he fucked your throat. you swallowed thickly, felt heat pool in your lower stomach when steve flexed his thighs, shifted slightly to kick his feet slowly in the water. you felt mesmerised, locked on the soft and slightly hairy skin of those sinful thighs, thoughts of riding them running wild in your mind.

you could feel yourself getting wetter despite the water you were in, your own thighs pressing together to dull the ache between them because you so badly wanted to perch yourself in his lap. wanted to settle over one of his thighs, have him grip your hips, your throat as you rocked against it, used it until your were coming, shaking so much your body collapsed against his chest. it was ridiculous, it wasn’t like you’d never seen your boyfriend like this before but for some reason, watching him beneath the light of the sun, all soft and seemingly innocent, you were extra needy, body wound tight with tension. you wanted to tug him into the water, have him fuck you right here even if his neighbours could see.

“i can feel you staring at me, creep.” steve’s lips had tilted into a smirk, one eye cracking open slightly to regard you across the pool, water just around your shoulders before he let his head fall back again. he’d missed the look in your eyes, the dark lust that had clouded them, had mistaken your staring for your usual lovesick behaviour and was a little startled when you swam up to him. you slid between his thighs, hands gliding along them, skipping all forms of subtlety as your fingertips reached beneath the bunched up blue material. “what d’you want?” he was still teasing, smirk still evident, head finally dipping down, eyes opening to meet yours.

you blinked up at him, expression one of faux innocence, moved one hand so you could brush your thumb over the head of his cock through the thin shorts and steve tensed. his thighs pressed close to your sides, lips parting as he let out a puff of air. you leant in, pressed your lips to the soft skin of his stomach, dipped lower to nudge your nose into the little ladder of hair that was half to blame for your current state.

“steve,” your voice was sickly sweet, edged with that tone steve knew all too well, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head. you palmed him through his shorts, rubbed your thighs together and tried not to think about the dull throbbing of you clit. “m’horny.” your tongue darted out, caught a droplet of water that was running down his chest, fingers squeezing lightly around the hot length of his cock. you felt him twitch, felt his stomach clench and grinned up at him, fluttered your lashes. “stevie?”

“yeah?” it was a little rough, a little breathless, wet hair falling on to his forehead, eyes growing darker the more you kissed him, the more you felt him up. he thought about the heat of your lips on his skin, let himself think about those same lips wrapped around his cock and gave a soft whimper, fingers digging into the floor behind him.

“want you to fuck me, please.” and god with your fingers wrapped around him, lips to his skin, eyes so soft and and innocent, how could he say no?

[lovcrofthcmoon]

dude... DUDE... DUDEEEEEEEEE WHAT IS THIS?? OH MY GOD!!

Pretty pink lips dragging across your slit, big nose bumping against your clit – you thought about his nose far too much. Chopping onions, thinking about his nose. Stirring a stock, thinking about his nose.

his nose is indeed tantalizing *sighs*

You feel Carmen smile, and he trails away from you. You have to look down – have to see him – and God, the sight sends you spiralling. Wet, swollen mouth – slick with you – and brilliant blue eyes bright and alive.

He’s joking, and it’s making this all the more real, makes you tighten your grip on his hair to get him to shut up, but all Carmen does is groan, smiling through it and chewing on his lip. “Mean,” he hums.  

“Sometimes,” you copy.

this man doesn't eat pussy, he devours it.

“Every time I looked at those papers, I imagined pushing them off to make room for you. It’s not that I’m not thinking about it, it’s just that if I do, I’ll become even crazier.”

i got a little weak in the knees but im okay, might need him to eat me out again tho someone needs to clean the mess yknow ;)

Wordlessly, but with a teasing smile, you pull away, but just as you leave the office, you yell an obedient, “yes chef.”

carmen has a chef kink, i canon it!!

learning in public

pairing. carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto x female! reader

an. well. what can i say. white boy of the month :/ porn without plot :/ an absolute thirst post of epic proportions :/ the bear is tv at it’s finest and while this is literally filth, i cradle the show like a baby bird and give it sweet kisses. i dont know if anyone is going to read, but if you do, pls comment and reblog if u liked<3 (@ohcapfics​ for my latest fic updates) 

synopsis. you didn’t think he’d enjoy it that much. didn’t think he’d want more, too. 

warnings. 18+ ONLY. you copy my shit, i’ll find out. female receiving oral and fingering, semi public sex, hair pulling, spit as lube and mentions of panic attacks. 

Okumaya devam et

[lovcrofthcmoon]

TIS A NEED

just thinking about having a sleepover with nancy and you guys started touching each other bc you're both curious while listening to a sex song 😩

jesus fucking christ

18+ mdni — mutual masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, cum eating

nancy was clad in this cute plaid pink pyjamas, walking over to the foot of your bed before she kneeled on the thick mattress. and she had this curious look on her face — leaning a bit more to something...risqué.

you'd placed your magazine down, the music from the boombox filling the corners of your lavender walls. "what's up?"

she tucked her hair behind her ear, finger dragged along the shape of her strong jaw as she did so. there'd been a new glint in her eyes, one you tend to see when she used to be with jonathan; pupils gradually widening and irises glossed.

"have you ever...touched a girl?"

choking suddenly on your spit, you closed the matte magazine and threw it aside, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks. "what?"

"you know, like," she sat down, mattress dipping and making the both of you jump slightly as she did so. "like, touch a girl's...pussy before?"

you scratched your head, the soft cotton of your own blue pyjamas suddenly making everything hot in the heatwave her question had sent through you. "n-no. but..."

"but have you thought about it?"

a question that sounded so innocent, unbeknownst to you held a little bit more than it means. "y-yeah. i guess. i mean, there's nothing wrong with wondering, right?"

nothing wrong with wanting to experiment ever so often. 's not like i don't think of girls more often than i think of guys. or stare at the mannequins at a lingerie store. or touch myself to the thought of women because boys aren't just it.

"do you...want to try it?"

so yeah, that's what's gotten the both of you here, side by side, her cute pink laced panties thrown aside beside your black cotton ones on the carpeted floor. your legs spread open like the girls on pornos, or the filthy mags hidden beneath the dusted depths of your bed.

super freak blasts through the speakers, door locked despite your parents gone for the whole weekend. your heads thrown back, panting and moaning and lips wet from being licked as you fondled with each other's tits — nancy pulling and tugging on your hardened nipples like she's an expert on these things.

your pussies are bare in the open, the cold air of your ac being the only weak pleasure against your throbbing folds. you open your eyes, feeling a sudden pool of arousal start to drip to your covers when the sight of nancy naked and panting like a devious angel greets you.

"fuck," you whimper when she leans down to capture your buds into her mouth, having enough with the simple touching. her hand cups your breast from beneath and shoves it into her mouth, licking and suckling like a new born, moaning against your thick flesh.

"your tits are amazing," she sighs, her other hand impatient as it slides down the slope of your stomach before she's greedily running her slender fingers through your slick folds. she gasps against your tits. "ooh. so wet. i made you like that?"

when your hand slips between your midriff and her chest, nancy moves back to rest her head on the headboard, your fingers gently spreading her lips apart into a V. "your fault."

and then you're rubbing each other's clits. soft moans with the beat of the song, feeling each other's arousals at the pad of your fingertips. and god, you can smell her from up here — so sweet and delectable.

"oh, yeah, fuck, your hands are amazing," she giggles. "if i would have known, i would have went to you in the first place. jonathan can't do this,"

you mewl when her fingers go faster. and soon, it went from gentle circles to cruel rubbings from left to right, the contact of your folds against her fingers creating this squelching sound that makes you even more wetter.

"nancy," you squeal, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hips lift, legs shaking. she merely chuckles, gasping and cooing at the small puddle beneath your ass and the way her fingers, who despite only rubbing your clit, are now wet that there's wrinkles on her fingertips.

you pay her back, your weakening rubs suddenly plunging into her tight hole. nancy moans, jaw slacking when you push them in knuckle deep, curling and fucking fast that your arm almost looks like a motion blur. and nancy does the same; the sounds so obscene it sounded like you're pounding through meat.

"i'm gonna cum," you hump her hand, three of her slender fingers tracing your gummy walls and fucking that spot deeper than any guy could. and nancy shouts, squeals, "fuck me too,"

in that clusterfuck of fuck fuck fuck, i'm gonna cum, you feel so good, both your fingers are coated in this sticky wide substance, quick and sudden like a waterfall. neither of you slow down even as cum starts to pool out between the ridges of your hole and your fingers.

you pull your fingers out, shoving it deep into your mouth, moaning when nancy sticks her tongue out, rubbing her fingers on her pink tongue — your cum lathering over her thick muscle that you're gushing out a bead of seed when you clench your hole.

"so," she giggles, licking her lips and throwing her head sideways. "ever got eaten out by a girl before?"

*cums*

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[lovcrofthcmoon]

*melts*

my heart won’t change: “who did this to you” & remus lupin

come celebrate 5.7k with me!

My heart won't change - send me a line of dialogue and a character and i’ll write it into a scenario! (ex. “why are you naked?!” with peter parker)

i kinda wrote this into another installment of potter!reader x remus

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"Y/N I'm not going to ask you again," Remus sighs, "Who did this to you?"

"It doesn't matter!" You glare at your brother's best friend with humiliation lining the tears in your eyes, "It's over and done with."

"It's not over or done with. Your cheek is sliced open, Y/N." Remus chides you, "Do you know what your brother is gonna do when he finds out?"

You shudder to think of Severus bloodied up and beaten. He was no match for James, and even if he deserves karma, you don't want it to come in the form of your brother's fists.

"Do you know any healing charms?" You plead with Remus, jutting your lower lip out slightly and making your eyes extra round and shiny.

"Christ," Remus scoffs at your puppy pout, "'Hate it when you do that."

"Well, do you?"

"Yes." He grabs his wand, muttering 'episkey' under his breath like it was a dirty word. You feel a rush against your cheek, first hot then cold, then nothing at all. You gingerly reach up to poke at where the cut used to be, finding nothing but smooth skin.

"Thanks, Remus." You mumble, kicking your feet slightly off of the edge of the desk that you were perched on. If it were to be anyone who yanked you into the empty classroom after seeing your face, you were glad it was Remus.

"Please don't tell my brother." You add when all he offers you is silence, "I.. I don't want him to get in trouble."

"Just tell me who it was." Remus bargains, "And I'll take care of it instead."

"That's- you'll get in trouble too!" You huff. You know the school has a soft spot for Remus, especially the faculty, but nothing could save him from assault charges.

"No," Remus corrects you, "I'm too smart to get caught. Your brother goes in fist-first, I'll use my head."

"I hope you don't mean you'll headbutt him," You grumble, some of the anxiety in your chest dissipating at the reassurance that Remus would take care of everything for you.

"Funny," Remus gripes, shifting to sit on the desk beside you, "Now, who was it?"

"Snape." You mutter, and Remus lets out a furious huff.

"I knew it!" Remus springs off of his seat, wand in hand as he bunches his sleeves around his elbows, "Go back to your dorm, Y/N, take the rest of the day off. I'll get him back."

"Don't be stupid!" You call after Remus, who barely nods at you before he crosses through the doorway, "Remus!"

"Hm?" He ducks back in, one eyebrow raised.

"Thanks." You smile sheepishly, and the one he shoots you in return is kind.

"Anytime, Y/N." He promises you, "You can come to me whenever you need."

[lovcrofthcmoon]

awwww they're so sweet 🥺

My stubborn darling

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: You and Steve get into a silly argument, but that doesn’t stop him from taking you home safe.

Genre/warnings: just fluff

Word count: 643

a/n: This is my first Steve Harrington fic, as well as my first Stranger Things fic. Hope you like it!

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!

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You wrap your hoodie tighter around your body as you walk down the street. The afternoon had turned out to be a little more chilly than you first had anticipated. If you had known, you would have taken your jacket with you as well. After all, you didn’t know you would get into an argument with your boyfriend. A silly one.

“C’mon y/n. Just get in the car!” Steve shouts to you from inside of his car. The window is rolled down and he has a concerned look on his face. He had driven up his car next to the sidewalk. Keeping the same pace as your footsteps.

“Go away, Steve!”

“I’m not going anywhere, darling.”

You annoyed sigh. “I don’t need you here.” You keep on taking the steps toward the direction to your house.

“I promised that I would take you home.” Steve is not giving up as his car keeps on slowly rolling in parallel with you.

“That was before our argument. Now I’m fine with walking home by myself.”

“Y/n, that was a silly argument! And I’m going to say it again. I’m sorry. Can you please get in the car now before it gets colder? I don’t want you to get sick.”

You stop and look at your boyfriend. He doesn’t look like his usually confident self. His eyes show signs of pleading you to get in the car. Maybe you were a bit too silly and too stubborn because you simply answered him with a “No” and start to walk again.

The heavy rain drops start to fall from the sky. You try to wrap your hoodie around your body even tighter than before. It was getting very cold.

Steve sighs and right after, you hear the car door slam shut. Quickly turning behind, you see your boyfriend catching up to you. Steve takes off his jacket and holds it over you as a shield from the rain.

“What are you doing? You're going to get all wet.” You say to him as the rain drops fall on him, leaving marks on his t-shirt of a darker colour.

“If I can’t drive you home. I can at least walk you home.”

You look at him. All worried that he’s going to get sick in the cold weather. This is all because of a silly argument that Steve already apologised for.

“Let’s get in the car.” You say with concerns. Steve nods and starts running to the passenger side of the car with you. Still holding his jacket over you as a shield. You jump into the car and see how Steve runs over to the driver seat.

No matter what, your boyfriend always makes sure that you’re okay first.

“Steve, I’m sorry.” You say to him as he starts to drive to your house. “It was silly of me being so stubborn.”

“No, I should have taken it more seriously.” He turns to you and gives you a quick warm smile before he turns the car to your street. Even if it’s a quick smile, it’s still one that warms you in this cold weather. You see the goosebumps on his arm and neck. Steve is soaked from the rain.

“You’re cold.” You put a hand on his leg. “Don’t worry about me, darling.” He chuckles. The car pulls up in your driveway. “Y/n, once again, I’m sorry.” He says before giving you a peek on the lips.

You shake your head. Feeling dumb for being so stubborn. “Would you like to come in so we can warm you up?” You ask, giving him another kiss on the lips.

“With pleasure. I’m not as stubborn as you.” He jokingly says. You lightly hit his arm while giving him a smile.

“I’m just joking.” Steve chuckles. “I love you y/n, my stubborn darling.”

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[lovcrofthcmoon]

thinking about robin and a short!reader because i’m five-two and the following chaotic scenario is on my brain constantly:

robin is mumbling something against your lips, and for a brief moment you can’t believe she’s still finding a way to talk when you’re literally kissing her.

she pulls back, face flushed, grinning wildly at your confusion. you haven’t waited this long to kiss her for her to talk all the way through it and pull away just as it’s getting really good.

“m’ sorry, but i’m getting a crick in my neck, you’re too short,”

“you’re such a charmer, buckley,”

but your standing on your toes, balanced with a hand on each of her shoulders. she takes a second to consider the options, nose scrunching in contemplation.

“jump.”

“what- im not just going to jump up and down to kiss you rob, i fully intend to put my tongue in your mouth at some point-“

“not on the spot,” she rolls her eyes. “jump, and i’ll catch you.”

“oh,” you realise, lips twitching into a grin, “yeah, okay.”

you bend your knees a little in preparation and her eyes widen as she grabs your waist firmly, holding you against the ground for a panicked moment.

“wait, i have zero coordination, you need to warn me or we’ll both fall and then you’ll get a concussion and-“

“robin,” you pulls her down towards your lips, fist wrapped around a handful of her shirt, “i’m warning you now that i am about to jump into your arms and then i’m going to kiss you until you forget how to talk for least an hour, okay?”

robin nods, grinning with love struck awe.

“yeah, okay.”