#<- minors absofuckinlutely not. general warning on all my adult content.

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w a k e up | csi miami ; r.wolfe

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡 ; 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 + 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Summary ;

--- falling asleep with him buried inside of you only to wake up and fuck him awake completely.

Pairing ;

Ryan Wolfe x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, pinv - unprotected, body fluids, reader is the instigator here, body fluids, kissing, petnames/dirty talk, cockwarming, teeniest bit of a breeding kink on Ryan's part if you really squint, hiiinted at somnophilia -consensual of course

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my csi miami/vegas/ny taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@beardedbarba @calmcoast

@justmeandanoverdrive

@uncrownedmox

The feeling of his cock getting hard inside of you all over again is what draws you out of the dream you were having, prompting you to fuck yourself up and down on his cock as it continues to grow. 

His fingers dig against your bare back and he groans quietly, the sound shattering the silence in the bedroom of your apartment. “You want somethin’, sweetheart?” he mutters as he grabs your jaw and pulls your mouth against his to kiss you. “Take it. It’s yours. I’m yours, fuck…” he growls the quiet command against your mouth as he starts to skim his hands up and down your sides, letting them settle at your hips, giving you a little squeeze when you start to move just a little faster because it feels way too good.

“Ride me, baby. C’mon.” he’s chuckling as he says it, peering up at you through heavy lidded eyes as he watches you take his cock and use him. “Fuck. So fuckin hot, baby.” he groans out as a hand leaves your hip to clutch at the dark navy sheets on the bed as he bites his bottom lip. It’s probably the only way he wakes up in a good mood anymore, truth be told. Watching you ride his cock until you’re a teary-eyed mess and you have to lean down and cling to him to let him fuck you through the way your orgasm always shatters through you and leaves you a mess, dripping all over his cock as you kiss, nip and bite him almost frantically.

It feels so fucking good, to be wanted… Needed that much by somebody, so if you want to wake him up with sex and you can only fall asleep if his cock is buried inside you lately, he’s definitely more than happy to oblige.

“Ryan, oh.. Ahhh, fuck.” you whine, your cry shattering the silence in the bedroom and competing with the steady creak of the bedframe as he grips your hips and starts to slam you up and down on his cock as his own orgasm reaches a blinding height. “Baby, faster, c’mon..” you moan out, your hands planted on his chest and your nails digging against his skin as you bounce yourself up and down on his cock, your orgasm so close you’re aching for it. 

“C’mon, princess.. You know what I want.” he coaxes right as your orgasm slams into you and you melt down into him to giggle against his neck, “Your turn, fuck…. Feels so damn good, baby.. Please give it to me?” 

At your begging against his neck and the way you start to suck a mark into it, he’s fucking up into you, letting you raise up again and gripping your hips to keep you upright as he drives into you as deep as he can, absolutely buried inside of you.

His orgasm shatters him and he groans, his hips stammering before going completely still as he catches his breath and then starts to fuck up into you slower, fucking his spilled seed back inside of you. He pulls you down on top of him again and presses his lips to your forehead lazily. “We’re off today. We’re not gettin out of bed, I hope you know that, angel.” he chuckles as he says it and you yawn out against where your face is buried in the hollow of his neck, “I can live with this decision, baby.”

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m o u t h | stranger things ; s.harrington

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔

Summary ;

--- steve decides to prove he can talk dirty but how far will it go?

Pairing ;

Steve Harrington x fem!reader.

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, body fluids, oral sex / the sixty nine position, dirty talk, sliiightest hint of dominant!Steve, biting and marking.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my stranger things taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@allelitesmut

@aries-arcade 

@aurumbelis

@chieflawyerpastatoad

@cole22ann 

@ebonybloom 

@heyaitsklaudia 

@hoeshii 

@hotgirlshareaccounts 

@icequeen1371 

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether 

@liberhoe 

@m-rae23 

@musichealsscars 

@oflavenderandevie 

@scoobiessnacks 

@secretsicanthideanymore 

@sparkletash

@suits-and-smirks 

@thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles 

@thechoiceslookgrimm 

@untitledarea

@untoldshortsofthefandoms 

The door bangs shut behind you and you bend down, slipping a finger into the back of your high heel to pull it off your foot. Then you do the same with the other foot. Flexing your toes against hardwood flooring, you toss your keys onto the table by the door.

The television is going and Steve is sitting in front of it, the only light in the room coming off the lit screen.

“Honey, I’m home.” you laugh as you call out to him, making your way into the living room. When you flop down on the sofa near him, he jolts awake, swearing under his breath. A brow raised as soon as he realizes that you’re home early from yet another date. 

“It’s only 9. What happened to “Don’t wait up for me, hm?”” Steve Harrington questions. Deep down, as guilty as he feels about it, a huge part of him is happy, thrilled even, that your dates keep turning into disasters.

And he’s dreading the day you float through the apartment door with that dreamy look in your eyes to tell him you’re in love.

You’re pouting and you grumble. “It was a disaster from the time the waitress gave us our menus to the time he talked me into going up to his apartment for drinks…” you trail off and sigh. It’s driving you insane, pretending to be interested in all these other guys when the one you really want is sitting right beside you on the sofa.

Steve tenses just slightly when you mention that you went up to your date’s apartment for drinks. “Oh?” he asks, giving you a chance to rant.

And you do, you tell him every single reason the date was a disaster and you don’t spare any details. Steve hates it, for the most part, but he listens. Laughing and groaning where needed, staring at pillowy red lips as you’re talking and you’re totally oblivious.

“He tried to talk dirty to me, y’know? And he’s soooo bad at it. He wouldn’t take the hint so I made up an excuse and I left. I mean…. He kept calling sex anything but and he kept being pushy about it, I got annoyed.”

“What’d he say?” Steve asks, not even sure why he wants to know.

“Oh no, no. It was dumb, okay? I’d rather forget.” you’re shaking your head and laughing softly. You’ve sprawled out on the couch now, the crown of your hair is nestled up against the side of one of his thick thighs. Steve tenses a little because no matter how often you cozy up to him like this when it’s just the two of you hanging out, he still gets thrown into an uproar.

He still finds himself imagining what it’d be like to pull you into his lap and kiss you until you can’t breathe or think straight. And the nights he’s imagined things going further than friendship between the two of you, it’s starting to really get to him.

“Tell me something he said. I have to hear this.”

“Steve, noooo.” you’re laughing because he’s trying to tickle you but the way his hands feel on your body is only making you wetter with each second that passes. “Okay, fine. First of all, he asked me if I wanted to let him make me a milkshake… and me, being me… I thought he was talking about an actual milkshake.” you palm your face and pull yourself to a sitting position, cringing as you replay it in your head. “He kept trying to grab me and ugh.. When he kissed me, I swear to God it was like he was trying to vacuum my mouth.”

Steve is snickering at first. And then he’s clutching his sides, practically howling with laughter. You’re pouting, your arms folded as you watch him. “Please… Like you can do better, king of the dad jokes.”

Steve’s laughter dies and he bites his lip, staring at your mouth for a second or two. Then he leans in and mutters quietly, “You really think I can’t talk dirty to you? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”

“Well..” you’re flustered. Not only is he licking his lips again but there’s this hazy gleam in his big brown eyes and he’s pulled your legs into his lap.. This wouldn’t be a big deal, it wouldn’t be the first time but.. It is the first time he’s let one of his hands settle on your bare thigh.

“Do you know how hard it is to control myself when I’m around you?” Steve questions, dragging the tip of his finger over your soft skin. His hand creeps up higher and he gives your thigh a squeeze and all this without breaking eye contact a single time. He transitioned from goofy playful Steve, your best friend and the man you secretly love, to calm. A lustful gleam in his eyes and his words coming out lower. Deeper.

You barely keep yourself from whimpering. “S-Steve?” you say his name, a confused look in your eyes. He chuckles. Starts to lean in closer but he pulls you onto his lap completely instead. You pout because you miss the roughness and warmth of his hand against your skin, but then he’s got you settled in his lap and you’re pressed right against his crotch and you gulp when you feel his cock twitch. 

“Shh.. You’re the one who thinks I can’t talk dirty.” Steve’s tongue drags slow across the outline of his kissable lips. Your gaze hones in on this and you’re mesmerized. Dazed. Imagining for the millionth time since you met him what it might be like to kiss him.

“It’s your fault I’m so hard right now. Do you feel what you’re doing t’ me, baby?” he shifts around and the movement causes you to rub right against him. The whine comes out before you can stop it. You’re dripping right now. If he had one tenth of a clue what his teasing was doing to you right now.

But he doesn’t.

Because he’s just kidding, he has to be. He’s just being an ass and proving your assumption -that he can’t talk dirty, wrong.

Oh, is he ever.

His hand disappears between your bodies and you bite down on your lip as one of his fingers drags a line up your inner thigh. The dress you wore out tonight is short and it’s almost indecently so. It’s tight and low cut and it fits you like a second skin and when you bought it, Steve hated the idea of watching you walk out the door wearing it for everybody else.

He bites back a groan and bucks upward into you, his head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck.” he practically growls out the word. The hand that’s not dragging up and down your bare thigh beneath the short hem of the dress is moving up and down your side, stopping to squeeze your hip and rock you over the way he’s straining at the sweats he’s wearing just so you feel how much harder he’s gotten in the space of a few seconds.

Your breath hangs in your throat and you can’t resist, you’re rocking yourself over the thick bulge when it happens again. One of your hands settles on his broad and bare shoulder and your nails dance and drag over his skin and he growls. Leaning in closer, his mouth so close to yours that your lips touch with each word he says next. “I wanna touch you. Taste you. Feel you.”

“Fuck.” the word hangs in the air when you whimper it out. You’re back to rocking yourself back and forth over the way he’s strained so hard against his sweats. You keep trying to tell yourself this is just him, proving you wrong, proving to you that he can talk dirty, but then you lock eyes with him and the lust blacking out his pupils has you second-guessing everything you think you know. Hope growing.

“Steve..” you whine his name when he rocks himself up and into your throbbing cunt two times in a row and his fingers dig against black fabric as he squeezes your hip. His other hand creeps just a little higher, finger grazing against soaked black lace. 

“Fuck, baby. Fuck.” he growls out the words, taking three very deep breaths as he tries to pull himself together one last time and fails. The hand up your dress settles over your wet,throbbing sex and he starts to rub you outside your panties. You rock yourself against the movement of his hands, each rock making you drag right over his cock. 

By now, his intention to prove you wrong, to show you he can talk dirty, that’s fallen by the wayside and all he wants is to bury himself inside you.  “Baby, I…” he starts to say something but then he grabs hold of the column of your neck with his free hand and pulls your mouth against his mouth. Your mouth falls open with little to no hesitation, a whimper swallowed by a frantic and oh so needy kiss, his tongue dominating your own, dragging over it. Massaging. The hand up your dress is moving faster to match the pace of your hips thrusting against it and now he’s bucking himself into you from below too. 

The kiss breaks and you pull away to breathe. He’s still massaging your cunt and you’re getting wetter and wetter by the second. “I wanna fuck you so bad right now, fuck.” he half growls against your neck after pushing some of your hair out of the way so his mouth can latch onto your skin. You can feel the bruise forming already and you’re rocking yourself against the thick bulge in his sweats harder, pressing down into it more. Faster, urgent and needy whines falling from your lips and shattering the heavy tension in the air.

“Fuck me, Steve. P-please, baby. I need it, I-I… need you.” you moan out the words and Steve raises up off the sofa, carrying you down the hallway, into his bedroom.

Your back meets the closed door with a soft thud and his hands are all over you, so is his mouth. But he’s still at it, telling you every dirty little thing he wants to do to you. “I can’t wait to slide my cock inside you, princess.” his teeth latch onto the front of your throat as he says it, his voice dropping lower to add, “Mm.. fucking love the sounds you’re making, baby.” when you whimper and whine because his hand is back up your dress, the heel of it grinding right into your cunt makes the ache so much worse. You’re rubbing against him, one hand in his hair, tugging at it, begging for it against the shell of his ear.

In the back of your mind you do briefly entertain the thought that what you want is maybe not the best idea, but you want him so much, you’re so in love with him that the thought is shoved out as soon as it occurs. 

“Gonna..” he bites into your neck and growls out quietly as he steps into his bedroom and tosses you onto the bed gently, following your body down and settling in on top of you, “Gonna ruin you for other men, baby… Do you want that?”

“P-please.” you’re whimpering helplessly as he’s pushing your legs apart wider with his body settled in between them, one of those big hands pushing up the bottom of your dress so that it’s up to your hips and when he gets his first glimpse of the soaked black fabric barely covering your cunt, he groans, staring at how wet you are in a trance. “Fuck.” he mumbles, licking his lips slowly, “Fuck, princess… You’re soaked.” he muses, glancing up at you, “Did I do this? Tell me, baby.” the demand is groaned out against your mouth as he crashes his mouth against yours all over again. 

“Y-yes, ahhh fuck.” you whine and rock yourself up against the way his fingers drag right up your center, moaning his name, “Steve…Oh.. Mmm..” your eyes flutter open and closed. Thick fingers push soaked fabric to the side and work you open, burying up to the knuckles and neither one of you seems to want to stop, he does warn against your ear, “If you want me to stop…”

“No. Don’t you, ah..” your back arches as his fingers pump in and out of your wet cunt, the slosh and squelch as it happens making him even harder and forcing up a growl from deep within, you whine a little louder, “Don’t stop don’tstopdon’tstop, please..” your begging making the last thread of restraint Steve Harrington possesses currently shatter.

Your fingers catch in the waistband of his sweats and you tug, whining in need. He’s working the dress up off your body and you’ve never been more thankful in your entire life that it’s slip on and fairly easy to get off. The dress falls to the floor and you’re still tugging at his sweats as his fingers continue to fuck in and out of you and now, he’s added a third one so you feel stretched and the burn of it feels so good.

“Steve,” you beg, “ ‘S not fair.”

“It’s not my fault you’re wearing less.” he answers in a quiet whisper as he leaves a circlet of love bites around your neck, marking you so well that you won’t be able to hide them when he’s done. And he has to mark you, he wants something other than the memories burned into his brain that tonight actually happened, just in case.

He’s tearing off your panties now. Tossing them out onto the bedroom floor with the dress. Your legs squeeze against his sides and he groans as he makes his way down your body, settling between your thighs to bury his mouth in your pussy. You tug at his hair and he growls quietly, biting your inner thigh, sucking a mark into your skin as he kisses a trail upwards. As his tongue circles your clit and his mouth latches on, you rock your hips upward. His arms hook beneath your thighs and you’re pouting a little at the absence of his fingers, but then his tongue is buried deep in your pussy and he’s lapping up your juices, licking you clean. And using one of  his hands to hold your hips against the bed so you have limited movement.

You tug at his hair, you can’t help yourself. “Harder. Pull harder, princess.” he half growls against your skin. When you pull harder like he wants, his lips latch onto your clit and you’re moaning his name, begging, “Steve, baby, c’mon… I..” you  drag your nails down his back as he tilts your hips just the slightest and his fingers bury inside your cunt with his tongue and he’s so deep inside of you now that you can feel the tips of his fingers brush against spongy softness of your spot, “I wanna suck your cock…” you’re desperate, you need to make him feel as good as he’s making you feel and maybe a part of you thinks that if you do, maybe things will click and he’ll know how much you want him and love him without the scary price of having to say it aloud.

He chuckles against your pelvic mound, stopping just to raise his head and gaze up at you. There’s a fucked out gleam in your eyes, your whole body is tensed so tight that he knows you’re dangerously close. But hearing you say you want to suck him off is so fucking hot.

“I..fuck..” he growls, biting at your pelvic mound, sucking a mark against bare skin and making you tense up just a little more as you tug at his hair and try yet again to move your hips a little better, “I don’t wanna stop..” he admits quietly. “Wanna make you cum all over my tongue, baby. I wanna taste you.”

The idea comes to both of you at once. Steve stops and starts to work his way back up your body, pulling you on top of him once he’s settled, crashing his lips against yours as he mumbles into the kiss, “Turn around.”

You turn so that you’re facing away from him and he grabs hold of your hips, pulling you up to his face until you can feel his mouth latch against your throbbing cunt as his tongue disappears inside of you again, joined by three of his fingers on one hand as the other hand grips your hip to keep you up. You tug at his sweats and he raises his hips, letting you pull down his sweats and the second his cock springs free, throbbing and thick as it grazes against your waiting mouth, he groans and his hand digs into your hip. You flatten your tongue over the tip of his cock as you curl your fingers around his length and pump it up and down. He groans, his tongue and fingers stammering inside of you a few seconds as he adjusts to how fucking good your mouth feels wrapped around his cock when you take him into it, pumping your hands up and down.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.. Princess, fuck.” he groans, the sound sending pleasurable vibrations racing through your core and making your stomach coil even tighter as your thighs clench just so you don’t cum yet. “Princess, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock, fuck.” he groans out when you take him deeper in your throat, coming back up his length with a soft pop as suction breaks for a second or two. And then you’re deep throating him again, your nose pushed against coarse and short hairs, breathing in the scent of his musk. He’s pulling you back against his mouth, fucking you with his tongue and fingers, groaning and growling as you get wetter, the taste of you filling his mouth.

“C’mon, baby, cum on my tongue..” he’s thrusting his hips upward, fucking into your mouth clumsily as he tries to coax you into an orgasm. “You taste so fucking good, baby.. Want more.” he’s begging and it takes so little of his begging to send your orgasm smashing into you, your hips sputtering and your mouth coming off of his cock so you can come down from the high. Your nails have dug into his thighs slightly. Steve’s slurping and the slosh of your wetness has you whining, lowering your head to take him into your mouth all over again, deeper this time. 

“Fuck.” Steve pants, fucking up into your mouth with shaky thrusts, “So close baby, so close.”

“Steve, p-please.” you moan around his cock, “Let go, baby..”

His cock throbs and his hands dig into your hips as he empties in your mouth. You swallow, the salty taste making you moan softly. You’re shaking by now and you turn around to face him, dragging the back of your hand across your mouth.

His hand tangles in your hair and he pulls your mouth down against his, his tongue running along yours as the taste of him and you combine. 

“Still think I can’t talk dirty to you?” he questions as he pulls you flat on top of him and wraps his arms around you to hold you tight…

“I was wrong. I was so, so, so wrong.” you mumble, staring at him. Lost in his eyes. Still coming down from the high and trying to wrap your head around what's just happened...

He chuckles at your answer as his hands move up and down your bare back and you shiver, burrowing yourself down into him because his touch feels so good.

[ashes-writing]

d r u n k | shameless ; l.gallagher

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗 ; 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Summary ;

---Lip Gallagher walked into a bar and then he walked out with you..

Pairing ;

Lip Gallagher x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, pinv - unprotected, body fluids, sloppy drunken kitchen counter sex, dirty talk, pet names (fem ones, princess mostly), biting / marking, praise -if you squint, written erratically so it feels like the heat of the moment. swearing bc writer raises it to an art form, drinking tw -mentions of Lip being drunk.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my shameless taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@chieflawyerpastatoad

@heyaitsklaudia

@moonileo

In his enthusiasm to get into your apartment, he’s got you pinned hard between his body and the front door, the grooves in the wood are digging against your lower back but his hand is inside your panties and his mouth is latched onto your neck and he’s rutting into you as drunken growls and lots of rambling and ranting you can’t make out half of fall from his lips and settle against your skin. 

All you can think to yourself is that he’s your childhood crush and if 16 year old you could see yourself right now, like this, she’d have to say you didn’t turn out so lame.

“Fuck.” Lip growls, finally managing to pull away from you and he’s staring at you, wild-eyed. Thinking about all the times he watched you through Ian’s stupid little telescope when you lived across the street and had the window that faced the one in his bedroom. 

Rough hands grip the column of your neck as he pushes the door to your apartment open after unlocking it. He’s holding you up as he steps inside, chuckling “W-we’re not gonna make it to th’ bedroom, p-princess, fuck. G-gonna take y-ya right here.” he proclaims as he sits you down on the counter that divides the living room and the kitchen and untangles himself from your body to go and lock the front door because it’s force of habit for him at this point.

With the door locked, he turns his attention back to you, a wild gleam in his eyes as his hand drags down, settling on the button of his jeans. Your eyes are glued to the movement of his hands as he tugs down his jeans and boxers, you’re laughing a little when he tries to kick them off but he’s still got his shoes off so he has to take his shoes off first, then he’s taking off his jeans and boxers.

He’s stepped back between your legs again and you’re tugging the gray t-shirt he’s wearing up over his head. He’s pushed your clingy little black dress up, torn your panties off and tossed them on the floor with his jeans and your heeled boots have fallen onto the floor with a soft thud. He scoops you forward on the counter and your legs squeeze his waist, this causes the tip of his cock to rub right between your throbbing folds and your head falls back, your nails settle against his shoulders, digging soft against bare flesh.

“Fuck, shit, fuck.” he’s swearing as his hands roam all over your body, “Can’t f-fuckin w-wait, princess.” he growls out and bites down on the top of your breast when he pushes the full length of his cock inside you, going still when you immediately tense up against him, your lips dancing over the pulse in his neck. He grips your jaw with the hand that isn’t on your ass and squeezing and he crashes his mouth against yours with a ferocity that has the tips of your noses clashing together and makes you both pull away, rubbing your noses.

But then you’re drifting close all over again, his cock bottoming out as you melt against him and he fucks you up and down on it. Your nails dig into his shoulder and drag down his back as you moan his name, shattering the silence in the room around you. “Louder. C’mon.” he licks the edge of your ear and you shiver at the way his tongue feels, the warmth and the wet thickness of it.

“Squeezin me s’ tight, baby, fuck. Fuck.” he groans out the word and melts himself into you, face down and resting against the top of your tits as he fucks into you faster and deeper, tip of his cock smashing your cervix and making you cling to him and nearly scream his name, breathless and shaky gasps accentuating. Your hand raises and settles in his hair and you tug at it, now you’re fucking yourself up and down on his cock, clumsily, desperately chasing your orgasm until it shatters you, leaving colored dots to line your vision. As you clench around him, Lip growls against your throat, “ ‘M gonna.. Fuck, I’m close.” he’s almost apologetic as he says it, but you whine in need, begging him to fill you up.

He unloads, fucking himself right through an orgasm so intense he’s slumped into you and trying to pull himself back into reality because this all feels like one of his fantasies. And it was.

As you cling to each other and he surveys deep bite marks and big bruises his mouth left behind on your body, he feels just the faintest hint of regret. And the definite beginnings of a hangover.

The regret prompts him to grip your jaw and mumble quietly, “C-can I t-take y-ya on a real date? Tomorrow, I don’t have t- go into the garage..” and you smile brightly, nodding as you lean into him. “I’d like that.”

His dopey grin can be felt against your skin as glassy blue eyes fix on you when he looks up. “Y’ so fuckin pretty.”

[ashes-writing]

h u n g e r | stranger things ; s.harrington

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** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The prompts used for this come from this list by @sxcret-garden so all credit to them for the prompts and a huge,huge thanks for letting people use them. Go check them out.**

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 ; 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 ; 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝟻 & 𝟼

Summary ;

--- Steve's hunger, when it comes to you, is insatiable.

Pairing ;

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, oral sex -male giving, teasing, edging / orgasm control, begging - reader, biting/marking, body fluids, dirty talk.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my stranger things taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@allelitesmut

@aries-arcade 

@aurumbelis

@chieflawyerpastatoad

@cole22ann 

@ebonybloom 

@heyaitsklaudia 

@hoeshii 

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether 

@liberhoe 

@m-rae23 

@multi-fandom-lover7667

@musichealsscars 

@oflavenderandevie 

@scoobiessnacks 

@secretsicanthideanymore 

@sparkletash

@star-light30

@suits-and-smirks 

@thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles 

@thechoiceslookgrimm 

@untitledarea

@untoldshortsofthefandoms 

“You’re so wet already, pretty girl. I wasn’t teasin’ you that much..” there’s an almost playful drawl to his voice when he has you spread open wide for him, an arm hooked beneath each thigh to keep your legs spread, his hands gripping your hips so that you only have a limited amount of movement. 

“S-steve.” you’re so whiny when you moan his name, on the verge of frustrated tears because he might say he hasn’t been teasing you all night long but honestly, he has. And he’s had his head between your thighs for hours now, it’s as if he’s trying to make you cum while doing as little as possible and so far, it’s working. 

His fingers bury deep inside your sex, the wet squelch has him working you open, his fingers curling and thrusting, strumming against the spongy softness of your g-spot in a come hither motion as you feel the burn starting to ebb away, your stomach starting to coil so tight. You’re trying to dig your toes into the dark blue sheets on Steve’s bed, but you just can’t. His breath is warm against your pussy when he mumbles out in awe, “I could eat you out for days, fuck.” and his teeth graze carefully against your pelvic mound. His lips latch against skin a few seconds later and your nails dig into his shoulder as he sucks his initials into your soft skin.

Steve locks eyes with you, a playful gleam filling his when he sees the fucked out daze in your eyes, the way your mouth is agape for a second and then it forms a cute little O as he starts to fuck into you deeper with his fingers and he hits your spot again, your walls starting to clamp around his fingers. His cock is throbbing and this drives him to rut against the mattress below him as his tongue joins his fingers and he begins to lap up your juices, noisy slurps echoing off of the walls of his bedroom.

You’re begging for your orgasm and he’ll chuckle, shaking his head. “Just a little longer, baby. Can you hold out for me just a little longer?” and you whine in need, the sound shattering the silence of the room. You can feel it every single time he smirks against your skin. By the time he’s started to spell out his name between your thighs, your entire body is shaking and you’re gripping at his hair, tugging, arching yourself up to meet his tongue and fingers as best as you can given the way he’s holding you by the hips to limit your movement.

“S-steve, please.” you whine in need, “I-I… I need you.”

Steve pauses, gazing up at you again. He knows exactly how close you are. And he knows that he’s dying to bury himself inside you but… He really, really, really loves to eat you out.

[ashes-writing]

r e a l i t y | stranger things ; g.emerson

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** graphics made by me with help from google images /pinterest. the list I’m using for this provided by @sxcret-garden please do go check out their writing and a huge thanks to them for sharing their prompts list with the rest of us!! **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 ; 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 & 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 - 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝟹 & 𝟺

Summary ;

--- part 2of 2. you're not content to keep your crush quiet so you reveal yourself to Gareth after a Corroded Coffin show.

Pairing ;

Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts and long curly hair.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, biting / marking, Gareth is protective / possessive just a smidge here, very handsy makeout mentions of a dirty picture / dirty poems that reader has been leaving him for a little while now, oh yeah and and... gareth defends reader/you from a guy you've just broken up with who just won't take a damn hint, so injury/violence/blood mentions.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my stranger things taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@allelitesmut

@aries-arcade 

@aurumbelis

@chieflawyerpastatoad

@cole22ann 

@ebonybloom 

@heyaitsklaudia 

@hoeshii 

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether 

@liberhoe 

@m-rae23 

@multi-fandom-lover7667

@musichealsscars 

@oflavenderandevie 

@scoobiessnacks 

@secretsicanthideanymore 

@sparkletash

@star-light30

@suits-and-smirks 

@thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles 

@thechoiceslookgrimm 

@untitledarea

@untoldshortsofthefandoms

“Dude, you will never guess who I saw in the crowd tonight.” Jeff is smirking as he says it and Eddie chuckles. “Ready to admit we’re right and you’re an idiot yet, Emerson?”

“Huh?”

“Your girl.. She was at the show tonight.”

Gareth nearly drops his drum kit and glares at his two bandmates as they laugh at it. “She wasn’t, you’re full of shit. Both of you.”

“Oh yeah? Doesn’t she drive a black Mustang?” Eddie nods to a black Mach 1 backed into a spot three spaces away from his own van. Gareth is frozen in place. Blood rushing to both extremes of his body as he takes a very shaky next breath.

The doors of the bar swing open just as he happens to glance over to them and you’re rushing out, ducking out of sight quickly. Weaving between people to use them for cover until you’ve reached your car.

Gareth gets just the briefest sight of you bathed in red neon as you disappear from view completely, having blended in with the crowd of bikers and factory workers leaving the bar.

Then Eddie happens to see something stuck between his windshield wiper and windshield with Gareth’s name on it. At first glimpse, he doesn’t recognize the super neat and girly scrawl, but then it hits him… You’re one of two girls he happens to know who dots her I’s with hearts, stars or half moons, depending on mood.

Not to mention the piece of paper has a red lipstick smudge on it and it smells just like the perfume you’re always wearing in homeroom.

Eddie chuckles and drags a hand through sweaty brown frizzed out curls, holding out the paper to Gareth, who is still staring in the direction of your car, waiting on the engine to start or the headlights to come on.

“It’s for you, Emerson.”

“Huh?” Gareth’s tone is dazed as he tears his eyes off of your parked Mustang nearby and his gaze settles on the folded paper between his best friend’s thin fingers instead. Eddie holds it out to him and shakes his arm a little, nodding to the folded sheet. “Take it, man. This was left on my windshield for you… Bet you’re never gonna guess who it’s from.” his tone filled with all of the ‘I told you so’ energy he could put into it as he smirks at Gareth.

The polaroid flutters out and as soon as Gareth realizes that it’s a picture of your tits, that delicate little chain you’re always wearing settled in the valley between them and the little freckles dusted across soft skin over the tops of your breasts with the towel wrapped around you dangerously close to falling down completely. 

If he didn’t know who you were already, the wild mane of long spiral curls in your hair that he can just barely see in the shot would have been a dead giveaway. 

He bites back a quiet growl and hurries to pick up the photo before it can hit the ground, shoving it down into the deep pockets of his jeans really quick.

But not quick enough because Eddie, Jeff and Grant all get just the littlest glimpse and share a look at each other as Eddie nudges Jeff, “We’ve been telling him for weeks now.” 

Jeff chuckles and clears his throat. “You gonna be okay, Emerson?”

Gareth shushes the three of them as blue eyes dance over the sheet of stationery paper in his hand. His other hand raises, catching in and tugging at thick curls as he takes several deep and shaky breaths to attempt centering himself and process what’s happening.

The writing is all-too familiar to him by this point, it’s the same writing on all the dirty little poems he’s been finding in his locker at the end of the day. And according to the notes he saw you taking in Mrs. McAllister’s class earlier in the week when you were lab partners, it’s your handwriting, it has to be. You dot your I’s with little hearts or half moons just like the person leaving him the dirty poems does and he’s only just realizing the fact now.

“Fuck.” he mumbles the word in awe, pacing back and forth as he reads the letter you’ve left on Eddie’s van for him to himself.

- Tiger

If you’re reading this, hopefully you’ve just figured out who I am. There isn’t an easy way to say this, so I’ll just say it. I’ve had the biggest crush on you since at least middle school and it’s been driving me insane. I want you so bad, you’re literally all I can think about. The way you bite your lip when you’re really focused, I just want to be the girl who gets lucky enough to kiss you, I swear I’d kiss you until I can’t breathe. The way I wanna feel your hands on my body, on my throat…  You really don’t know what you do to me… How hard it is to be around you when I know how much I want you. Sometimes I catch myself looking into your window from mine -if you knew what I think about, watching you.. Touching myself… If you’ve figured out who I am by now and you don’t feel the same way, we can just pretend this never happened, I just… I had to tell you now. Before time ran out.

Yours. All yours.

I’m waiting in or by the black Mustang, if you do want to see me face to face. Either way,now you know.

“Shit.” Gareth tugs at his hair again, and then not even a second later, he’s tugging at the collar of his faded gray t-shirt. Staring intently at the black Mustang. He can see you sitting inside underneath the dim glow of a nearby light pole as the light shines into your car.

“Tell me you’re going over there, man.”

“You have to.”

“If he doesn’t, I’ll drag him.” Eddie’s giving Gareth a calm smirk as he says it.

Gareth takes a deep breath and swallows hard.

He knows there’s absolutely no way he’s not coming over to you.

You sat in your car for a good ten minutes, heavily debating on whether you should just leave already or wait around, see what happens after Gareth gets the last little note you left him and the naughty picture you took of your tits to go along with it. Sitting there is doing nothing for your nervous energy, so you get out of the car, pacing back and forth beside it. 

Someone grabs you by the wrist and you’re whirled around. You find yourself body to body with Dillon, your boyfriend. Ex boyfriend, as of 9 am this morning. He’s glancing from you to the brick building nearby, then back at you. “The hell are you doing at this place? Are you crazy?” his gaze fixed on you again expectantly and he steps closer, pushing your back up against the driver door of your car. 

You shove him back and point to his own Bronco idling nearby. “Go home, Dillon.”

“Uh uh.. I’m not goin’ anywhere, princess. Not until you answer my question. Or do I need to step over to the payphone, call your mom?”

You roll your eyes. He steps closer all over again, his hips against yours.

“I said go home, asshole.” you shove him away again and as you go to get in your car, he grabs your hips, pulling you up against him. “C’mon, princess.. You didn’t mean anything you said this morning. You don’t mean it now, either. You don’t want me to go off and leave you here, helpless.”

He’s trying to drape the lettermans jacket around your shoulder while he’s grumbling to himself about how embarrassing this has to be, catching you in the parking lot of a dive bar and you’re livid. Annoyed because if Gareth has seen any of this, he’s probably now got the wrong idea entirely and angry because the fact that you’ve not only broken up with him but you told him in front of everybody standing in the hall at school this morning that you didn’t love him and you never would, Dillon just doesn’t seem to believe you nor does he seem willing to listen and accept the fact that you’re done and you really mean it. Kind of like he tends to ignore every single other thing you say, come to think of it.

“You can’t be serious.” Dillon gapes at you in disbelief when you pull the jacket off and pull back, putting enough force into it when you throw the jacket at him this time that his nose is busted by a button on the jacket for the second time in a day. “Oh, I’m serious. I’m done, Dillon. We’re done. What part of it’s over and I never loved you isn’t sticking, Christ..”

A throat clears from behind Dillon and you lock eyes with Gareth over Dillon’s shoulder. He looks angry, probably angrier than he was back in 9th grade when he finally got sick of Jason Carver chasing him home after school and just beat the living crap out of him in the grassy field between the middle school and the high school.

Dillon catches on to the fact that someone is standing behind him and he turns around, chest all puffed, smirk on his face. Gareth sends a right hook smashing into his nose and rolls his eyes as he shoves him the rest of the way to the ground once Dillon is doubled over. But he’s not finished. He bends down a little, grabbing hold of the front of Dillon’s blood splattered white t-shirt as he makes Dillon look at him. “If I see you near my girl again, I’m going to beat your ass. Are we clear? Or do I need to punch you again so it sinks in, hm?”

Dillon makes a hasty retreat to his own vehicle. “Fuck off already, McCormick.” Gareth calls out to his retreating back. And then Gareth is stepping up to you, pushing you up against the driver side of your car as he towers over you and dominates the sliver of space left between your bodies. Blue eyes roam over you slowly, filled with concern. “Are you alright? He didn’t… Hurt you or anything, did he?”

You melt against Gareth and take a few shaky breaths. “Nope. Scared me a little, that’s all.” you admit, your forehead resting against the front of his faded gray t-shirt. You wrap your arms around his neck and this prompts Gareth to wrap his arms around you, hold you against him even tighter, his nose buried in the crown of your hair as he continues to attempt processing what’s happening. Breathing in the strawberry scent of your shampoo as it all finally settles in for him. He still can’t believe that it’s been you slipping the dirty pictures and the dirty poetry into his locker this whole time. 

He’s still trying to calm himself down from watching the second confrontation between you and Dillon because when he saw it starting, every single possessive urge he never realized he had -especially when it comes to you, flooded him and rushed to the surface and it’s kind of what prompted him to storm over and give Dillon a bloody nose.

The more he touches you, the more centered he feels. He pulls away from you just enough to stare down at you intently. At this rate, you’re honestly not even sure whether he’s read the letter you left tucked beneath the wiper on Eddie Munson’s windshield and parts of you are torn between hoping that he has and this is a good thing and thinking maybe the wind earlier blew it off with your luck. You don’t know what to do in your current situation. You know what you want to do, but it goes without saying.

“Fuck.” it’s sunk in completely for Gareth now so he mumbles the word in awe, pressing into you more heavily, his hips pinning you between the side of the car and his body. Blue eyes are dazed, staring so intently at your mouth that you can feel your lips start to tingle. “Baby..” you mumble quietly, the soft sound of your voice shattering his daze. He locks eyes with you, a grin playing at his lips. “Hm?”

“If you wanna kiss me, do it.” you’re saying it in the hopes that he does and to keep yourself from doing it first because you still don’t know for sure that he’s even seen the letter or the dirty little Polaroid you snapped of your tits to go along with it. You’re melting into him even more and he groans quietly, breath catching in his throat. You lick your lips and his eyes fix on the movement of your tongue intently. You can feel his hand squeeze your hip, this pulls you into him even more and you let out a breathy sigh as your nose fills with the scent of smoke, just the slightest hint of sweat and whatever Mrs. Emerson uses to wash his clothes in. 

When his lips brush up against yours clumsy and direct, you whine a little, resting a hand against the back of his head to pull his mouth into yours completely, fingers tangling in sweaty curls at the back of his head. His hand raises, tangling in thick spirals in the back of your head, tugging your mouth into his even deeper, his tongue taking full control, running along yours. He’s thinking about how long he’s wanted to kiss you -among so many other things, and how much you’ve been teasing him as of late and this prompts him to sink his teeth into your bottom lip, tugging at it carefully and when you do the same thing right back to him, he groans into your mouth, rubbing himself against you as he melts into you all over again and his grip on your body tightens even more.

The kiss breaks and he’s got his forehead against yours, a hand against the side of your face as he caresses your cheek, both of you are trying to catch your breath but it’s not happening at all because as soon as you manage to do it, your mouths are drifting back against each other all over again.

Your lips stray, moving soft and slow down the pulsing vein in his neck. He growls quietly, pressing himself into you even more, putting your back completely against the driver side of your car as his mouth buries in your neck, lips forming suction to skin. Your fingers dig into the shoulder of the flannel over his faded gray t-shirt and your other hand fists at the worn fabric, pulling him into you even more as you just barely rub against him and whine, a shiver passing through your body as his teeth graze against your neck and sink in, latching against skin to leave a bite mark over the top of the hickey he’s just left behind.

“Wow.” your laughter is shaky when it comes out and you look so dazed that Gareth can’t help but smirk a little. “Yeah.” he agrees, going quiet. 

Across the lot, Eddie’s laying on the horn of his van.

“Damn it.” he grumbles in frustration against your mouth. You nod to your car. “We’re going to the same place? I mean… If you want to ride home with me, tiger.”

He chuckles and nods. “I’d love that, actually.” he mumbles, stepping away from you. You pout a little but you’re scooped up, carried over to where Eddie Munson’s van sits in idle. “Hey, you guys can go ahead. I’m riding home with ___.” 

“Aw, he’s already whipped.” Eddie teases, chuckling as Jeff makes the sound of a whip cracking and Grant speaks up in his defense, “What? It’s kinda sweet.”

“Idiots.” Gareth laughs and shakes his head. Then he walks back over to your car and the two of you get into it….

[ashes-writing]

b i t e s | stranger things ; g.emerson

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** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The list of prompts provided so generously by sxcret-garden -huge thanks, y'all please go check them out. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ; 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

Summary ;

--- gareth really likes to tease... and bite.

Pairing ;

Gareth Emerson x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, dry humping, teasing, lustful touches, biting/marking, dirty talk -some of it is cheesy on purpose, petnames (cupcake,babe and baby), some under the clothes touching, swearing, semi public setting, mentions of underage (under 21) drinking on a school camping trip.. Gareth is 18+ here, btw.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my stranger things taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

a special tag to @tbmunson bestie you may or may not have inspired this, our talks about Gareth lately... ;P

@allelitesmut

@aries-arcade 

@aurumbelis

@chieflawyerpastatoad

@cole22ann 

@ebonybloom 

@heyaitsklaudia 

@hoeshii 

@hqrringtcns

@katewritesgood

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether 

@littlestarfighter03

@m-rae23 

@multi-fandom-lover7667

@musichealsscars 

@oflavenderandevie 

@scoobiessnacks 

@secretsicanthideanymore 

@sparkletash

@star-light30

@suits-and-smirks 

@thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles 

@thechoiceslookgrimm 

@untitledarea

@untoldshortsofthefandoms 

“You’re so delicious I could eat you alive.” his breath tickles your ear and you can’t stop the shiver that races through your entire being at the sound of his voice, deep and low against your ear. And the way his hands squeeze your hips, grinding you back right against the way he’s already straining against his jeans.

You just barely manage to stop a quiet whimper as your tongue drags over the outline of your mouth and your face and body burn hot. His hands leave your hips, skimming up and down your sides and you roll your hips back, rocking your ass right into him all over again. Nobody’s paying a bit of attention to either of you, they’re all too worried about everything else going on, the campfire in the middle of the campground, spending one last weekend with friends or the alcohol somebody smuggled in at some point.

The wind picks up just a little and this sends you rushing to turn around as you burrow yourself against him and slip your arms into his jacket, wrapping them around his waist. With a quiet giggle, you look up at him and bite your lip, a shy and sweet little smile playing at your lips. “Oh yeah? You could eat me alive? Are you the big bad wolf, baby?”

The words have you and Gareth sharing a laugh and huddling closer together. He sits down on a log and you’re settled in his lap. You melt into him, your legs slipping around his waist and your arms around his neck. The tips of your noses touch and you giggle. “If you want me to be, guess I am.” Gareth mutters, his lips just barely grazing against your own to tease you. You whimper and pout at him, taking his face in your hands to pull him into an actual kiss. 

He laughs into the kiss and since you’re melted against him, he uses this to his advantage, slipping one of his cold hands beneath your shirt. You gasp and pout at him, melting into him even more as you whine against his neck, “Baby, how are your hands so cold?”

“It’s not exactly warm out here, cupcake.” Gareth retorts. He starts to pull his hands out and he’s pouting about it, grumbling playfully, but you catch his hands in yours, slipping them right back up your shirt.

He gulps when you position both hands so that they’re cupping your breasts, his face reddening and you giggling as an end result. “I don’t want you freezing on me, baby.” you brush your lips against the light dusting of freckles on the bridge of his nose. Blue eyes drift down, settling on your tits and he’s getting even harder because he’s holding both of them in his hands and you giggle, reaching out to grip his jaw and make him look up at you. “My eyes are up here, baby.”

“Oh yeah? Tell your tits to stop staring at my eyes then, babe.” Gareth taunts, biting his bottom lip to stop a groan at the way you’re wiggling around in his lap to get even closer to him, the movements rocking you back and forth against the bulge in his jeans. He whimpers, “Fuck.” to himself and swallows hard, rocking himself up into you as if he’s trying to warn you.

You’re trying to start it, so you giggle and give him your best innocent look. He slips a hand from beneath your shirt and grips your jaw, pulling you into a deep and biting kiss as he rocks himself into you all over again from below. His teeth latch onto your bottom lip and you whine into the kiss, rocking yourself against him a little faster. He sucks in a breath, his hand digging into where it’s rested against your ass, squeezing. “Fuck.” he mumbles against your neck as his mouth grazes against your skin. The hand still beneath your shirt slips beneath your bra and he pulls you into him even closer, his tongue splitting your lips and running over your own as he mutters into the kiss, “You’re so delicious I want to eat you, baby. Gonna bite you.” as it breaks. When the kiss is broken, his teeth latch against your neck, sinking in lightly. You whine and rock yourself against him even faster, your own mouth latching onto his neck to leave a mark of your own against his skin. “I know what you mean, baby.” you breathe out the words, your voice shaky and your breath catching in your throat just a little. 

“You warm, cupcake?” he asks in a husky and lazy drawl as he pulls away, a hand against the column of your neck to inspect his handiwork and a smirk forming at the visible bite mark against your skin. You giggle and nod, leaning into him to whisper, “Mhm… But later, we might have to use body heat…right?” suggestively and he groans, dragging you over the way he’s strained at his jeans even harder as you drag your tongue around the outer edge of his ear. “Fuck… cupcake, you’re askin for it, aren’t you?”

“It’s the cold.” you giggle out, “It makes me frisky.”

“Mhm.” his eyes flutter open and shut as you dance your mouth up and down the side of his neck, latching on here and there to leave delicate little marks and bites in a line up and down. “The cold, huh?”

You tilt your head a little, gazing at him thoughtfully. Then you lean in and nip at his bottom lip as you mutter softly, “Well that and everything about you always makes me so very wet.”

Gareth groans, hands squeezing your body. His thumb rolls over your nipple and you suck in a sharp breath, biting your own lip as you look at him. He chuckles quietly, “Well, you feel what you’re doin to me, baby.”

“Mhm.” you answer. “Wish you were inside me.”

“Fuck.” he swallows hard, it doesn’t get rid of the lump in his throat and he’s glancing around. Everybody’s still doing their own thing. You’re teasing him and he knows it, he’s determined to tease you back. “Tonight, baby. Gotta be patient.” he coaxes. When he hears your breath catch, he chuckles and leans into you to mumble against the shell of your ear, “Love the pretty noises you make when I say somethin that turns you on, cupcake.” as he drags his tongue along the outside of your ear. You rock yourself against him all over again, grinding down into the way he’s straining against his jeans, giving him a needy pout. He melts into you again, chuckling as he mumbles against your ear, “If everyone wasn’t out here, cupcake… The things I would do to you..”

“Gareth.” you whimper out his name, head falling back a little which opens you up perfectly to being gently bitten on your throat and Gareth takes the opportunity, latching his lips against your skin after he’s bitten you to leave another mark, bigger this time. One that can’t be hidden and this is the way he likes it….

[ashes-writing]

p a i n | scream 4 ; c.walker

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** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The list of prompts provided so generously by @the-purity-pen -huge thanks, y'all please go check them out. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 ; 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Summary ;

--- Charlie has you at his mercy... But is he merciful at all?

Pairing ;

Charlie Walker x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, overstimulation / pain, oral sex (male giving), bondage (wrists are tied to bed), biting/marking + rough treatment, pet names, dacryphilia, safewords/consensual, use of pet names (kitten, baby, princess), body fluids, edging mentions of throat fucking,

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my scream series / horror taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@schizoauthoress

@shell-lee-inc

“If you can’t handle this, the safeword is banana…” Charlie gives you a sweet peck on the lips as he gazes at you. “Are you sure you wanna do this?” he asks for the thousandth time. You nod and smile, pulling him into a kiss. “Baby, I can handle it.”

But this was almost five hours ago. He’s had you tied up and at his mercy for five hours. You refuse to use the safeword, you want to see just how far he’ll go, how much pushing you can take and you know it’s a dangerous game you’re playing but it feels too good to stop. It hurts in all the best ways...

---

“ Are you about to cry, kitten?” his voice is husky, dangerous as he pulls himself up from between your thighs to mumble against the shell of your ear, “You look so fuckin pretty when you cry.” he chuckles as he says it, lowering his head to bury his face in your tits, leaving a harsh bite or two against your skin. He’s already covered you in bites and bruises, he’s been eating you out for nearing five hours now and he refuses to let you cum like you’re dying to and he tells you that this is just the beginning.

The more you squirm your hands against the silk scarves holding them against the iron slats of the headboard, the more he teases. Edging you until you’re shaking and moaning, broken whimpers falling from your lips as his tongue curls and his fingers scissor inside your pussy deep. He says he’s going to keep going until you can’t remember anybody else’s name but his.

He’s not lying, either.

“Fuck me, please?” you beg, trying to squirm away when his tongue circles your clit yet again just before his lips latch against the oversensitive, tender bundle of nerves. You’re so wet there’s a puddle on the sheets beneath you. Your plea only gets a quiet chuckle and when he shakes his head, you whine in need. “I need you, I… Wanna feel your cock inside me.”

He pulls himself up your body, grabbing your jaw in his hand as he bites your bottom lip and sucks until it’s starting to ache. “I told you, kitten… I’m gonna have fun with you tonight.”

“Baby, please!” you whine out, arching yourself against him, just to get more friction going. “I..Fuck.” you can’t form words properly at this point and your pussy is throbbing painfully.

And then he’s got his head buried between your thighs all over again, teeth sinking into the tender flesh  that forms your pelvic mound as you feel him starting to leave behind yet another bite and bruise.

“Baby, I…”

“Tell me who this pussy belongs to and maybe I’ll think about letting you get off.” Charlie’s words are muffled, he’s got his mouth full, licking you clean. You long to be able to at least grab hold of his hair and pull, something. But he’s got his arms around your  thighs to keep your legs spread open for him and his hands are holding your hips flat against his bed. Your hands are tied, you can’t do anything but lie there and take it, begging for your own release, anything that might make the pain go away.

“Yours!” you moan out, back arching again as his tongue drags over your sensitive bud and then down your slit, him gazing up at you with a proud smirk as he sucks one of your folds, “Fucking right it is, princess.” he chuckles, bringing himself back up your body, releasing your hands from the way he had them tied to the iron slat in his headboard. Your hands are free now, you can touch him and grab him and pull his hair.

“Think you can be a good girl and scream my name real loud, kitten?” he asks, licking the outer edge of your ear and sending a shiver through your body. “Yes, yes.. Please.. Fuck me, Charlie, I..” you’re grabbing at his shoulder, your nails digging into his flesh which only makes him growl quietly and chuckle, “You what, kitten? Want my cock?”

“Soooo bad, Charlie.. Please?”

He licks his lips and pulls away from you, unzipping his pants, letting them settle on the floor of his bedroom. As he lowers his boxers and his cock springs free, he steps over to you.

“Can I fuck your pretty little throat first? I miight even let you get off when I’m fucking you with my fingers while I do it.. But you’ve gotta keep bein good for me, kitten..”

His fingers bury back in your cunt deep, stretching you out as he works you open and fucks you with them. “Open your pretty little mouth baby..” he instructs, tapping his cock against your lips. 

[ashes-writing]

mothertongue | mcu ; p. maximoff

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ; 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔 / 𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

Summary ;

---Pietro knows exactly what happens to you when he speaks to you in Sokovian.. And he uses it to his advantage, every single time.

Pairing ;

Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader.

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, lustful touching - Pietro puts his hand down readers pajama bottoms and massages her pussy, dirty talk in 'sokovian' - romanian is used as a fill in language and translated within the fic, hints of sneaking around behind peoples backs -reader is the Stark!daughter from wanna be yours,

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my mcu taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@beardedbarba

@hells--angel

@krys-orion 

@letsbedragonstogether

@scoobiessnacks

You feel the warmth of his breath against your bare neck as his muscular chest presses into your back and his hands settle on your hips. Everybody else around is too caught up in the movie playing on the large flat-screen in the front of the room to notice, so naturally, your boyfriend is using this to his advantage despite having to keep things lowkey.

He just can’t stop himself when it comes to you, he has to find some way to touch and tease. He’s always finding little ways to be close to you, even if it means he’s volunteering himself to play your personal bodyguard at events upon the request of your totally oblivious father, Tony Stark.

Tonight is no different save for the fact there are so many people who could see the way he’s touching you or the way you two are lingering suspiciously close to each other every chance you can get.

He chuckles when you melt back against him just a little. “–ești atat de frumoasă, draga mea.” he mumbles against your ear, repeating himself in English, “You’re so fucking beautiful, my darling.”

You’re giggling. Starting to get wet because every single time he speaks to you in Sokovian, it never fails to turn you on. He groans quietly against your ear and lightly rocks himself into you from behind so you can feel how hard he is through the thin material of the sweatpants he’s wearing.

The sudden appearance of Peter Parker has the two of you stepping apart just a little and you’ve trained your eyes intently on the quartz countertop because if you look up at all right now, it’s going to be totally obvious just how flustered the Sokovian speedster lurking nearby truly has you.

Peter stares at the two of you for a few seconds, a smirk playing at his lips until you stick out your tongue and laugh while shaking your head. And you hate it more than anything, denying the fact that Pietro Maximoff essentially owns you, body, heart and soul, but in order to keep him alive -because your father will absolutely kill him if he were to find out ,or so you think… You have to keep it to yourself and this is starting to drive you insane.

The fact that Pietro is a cocky and touchy bastard who likes to say the filthiest or sweetest things in your ear whenever he gets the chance, especially now that he’s realizing what speaking in his native tongue does to you physically, well… This doesn’t help matters.

Pietro’s pressing himself up behind you all over again as soon as Peter is gone and his tongue drags the outer edge of your ear as he mumbles with quiet laughter, “–Vreau să smulg pijamale alea drăguțe, pisoi.” and you bite back a whimper as you feel his hand creep down, finger slipping beneath the waistband of your favorite red silk pajama shorts. “Piet!” you gasp, but his finger only slips further down into your shorts, dragging over soft lace. You are flooded. He chuckles quietly and repeats what he’s said to you in his native tongue but in English again, as he usually does because it flusters you twice as much when he does things this way and he fucking knows it. “I want to rip off those pretty little pajamas, kitten.” he growls in a lower tone against your neck as he dances his lips over your pulse.

You swallow hard to attempt swallowing down the unholy moan that’s threatening to spill out of your mouth. But Pietro, he’s not done with you, not by any means. And as soon as Peter Parker is sitting on the sofa closer to the front of the room again and you’re both alone in the kitchen all over again, he’s moving to stand in front of you. Melting into you as he lowers his face and buries it between the valley of your breasts. His voice is muffled when he speaks again, but it doesn’t matter, not at all. His whole hand slips down the front of your pajama bottoms and he’s massaging your cunt as he leans into you heavier and mumbles quietly, “-- și apoi vreau să te lins, prințesă.” as his hand starts to really bear down against your cunt. You melt back into him and you’re clinging to him at this point. He growls quietly, removing his face from between your tits to gaze up at you, lust blown pupils making baby blue eyes almost inky as he repeats quietly, “And then I want to lick you clean, princess.”

“Pietro.” you whine, rocking yourself against the way his hand squeezes your pussy and massages. You’re so wet his hand is soaked by this point and this is exactly what he wants. As he continues to massage your dripping, throbbing sex, he leans into you to disguise what his hand is doing and where it’s at as he mutters soft against your mouth while stealing a kiss, “-- Vino în camera mea, prințesă.” and you bite back another unholy whine. “Come to my room, princess.” he translates after a second or two of teasing you by sliding his tongue over the outline of your lips. You can barely stand, let alone think straight or manage a nod, but somehow, you manage to nod and nip at his bottom lip when you steal a kiss of your own and melt into him, your fingers clutching at the front of his shirt when you answer quietly, “Give me ten minutes to slip out.”

Pietro steals another kiss and with a vibrant navy colored streak, he’s gone. Waiting on you down in his personal quarters of the tower.

[ashes-writing]

f l o o r | stranger things ; e.munson

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 ; 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Summary ;

--- when tickling/playfighting on the floor turns sexual..

Pairing ;

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, pinv - unprotected, body fluids, biting/marking, hints of reader having a size kink -dick size + use of the 'hung outcast / nerdy boy with big cock' trope, pet names (female ie, babe, princess, sweetheart), sex without foreplay.

Taglist ;

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@allelitesmut

@aries-arcade 

@aurumbelis

@chieflawyerpastatoad

@cole22ann 

@ebonybloom 

@heyaitsklaudia 

@hoeshii 

@hotgirlshareaccounts 

@icequeen1371 

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether 

@liberhoe 

@m-rae23 

@musichealsscars 

@oflavenderandevie 

@rampagewriting -because without you, this would not have come to me.

@scoobiessnacks 

@secretsicanthideanymore 

@sparkletash

@suits-and-smirks 

@thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles 

@thechoiceslookgrimm 

@untitledarea

@untoldshortsofthefandoms 

“This is so fake. Give me the remote.” you reach for the remote but Eddie’s just a little bit faster. He chuckles and holds the television remote just out of your reach and you try to jump up to grab it. When you do this, he throws the remote on the couch and wraps his arms around you, spearing you back into the couch. You’re being tickled within an inch of your life and being tickled is no fun when you’re super ticklish -as you happen to be.

You roll out of his treacherous grasp and slide down onto the floor but Eddie is not done with you, oh no.

“What’s fake about it, hm?’ he questions as he joins you on the floor, pinning one of your hands beside your head as he gazes down into your eyes and the laughter dies away. He’s staring, you’re staring, neither of you are saying anything.

This suddenly feels like so much more than a playful little scuffle on the living room floor. But then, true to form, Eddie starts to tickle you again.  You’re curling into yourself when you remember that you’re not the only one ticklish. Eddie’s ribs are just one of his super ticklish areas. You use this knowledge to your advantage and this gains you the upper hand. You straddle his hips and gasp quietly when you feel the way he’s strained against thin pajama bottoms. He bites his lip and blows at soft and frizzy strands as they hang in his face. He’s staring up at you like he’s lost in a daze. You’re still tickling him but your fingers go still when rough hands grab hold of them to make them stop.

You shift around the way you’re sitting and this rubs you right up against the way his cock is pushing against the pajamas all over again. He groans and his breath catches in his throat. Before you can stop yourself, you’re leaning down with your mouth on a collision course straight for his full and kissable lips. One of his hands raises, catching in the back of your hair as he tugs you down closer. Rocks himself up into you as he mumbles in a husky tone against your lips, “I’d rather be doing something else right now, sweetheart.”

“Oh?” you question, taking a harsh and shaky breath when his rough lips bump against yours. “What’s that?” you ask, burning hot all over when his other hand catches on your hip and he uses his grip to drag you across the bulge in the front of his pajamas. You rock against him on your own immediately after because the friction feels so damn good that you can’t resist and you’ve wanted to fuck your best friend for at least a year now, it’s driving you more than a little crazy.

“I think you know already.... And I don’t think I’m the only one either, am I?” Eddie’s staring up at you, his tongue dragging the outline of your lips. He chuckles when your mouth falls open to grant his tongue access.

Then he flips you both so that you’re the one pressed flat against the living room floor with his hands all over you as his mouth crashes against yours, both lips latching onto your bottom one. His tongue slips into your mouth, dragging over your tongue, the kiss is sweet but holy fuck is it ever needy. He whines into the kiss as he bucks himself into you and the hand that isn’t holding both of yours over your head is moving up and down your sides, sending a shiver racing through your body at the contrast of his rough hands against your soft skin. When his hand slips up the cropped sweater you’re wearing and starts to palm at your bare breasts, you whine again and rock yourself up into him, needy. Desperate to feel friction any way you can as the coil starts to build in your stomach.

His hand dips down as his mouth crashes against yours all over again, the kiss is deeper this time. Slower and messier, filled with biting and sucking of your lips, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as the kiss breaks and you gaze up at him with lust-blown wide eyes. 

“E-eddie?” you stammer quietly. His finger drags across your abdomen just beneath the elastic waistband of your favorite pair of red pajama shorts and he ruts himself against you harder and more urgently. “Yeah, sweetheart?” he questions,  tearing his gaze off of your exposed midriff and the way his finger drags over your skin down there to look you in the eyes. “What’s up?”

“I want..” but the words are so hard to get out. So fucking hard.

“You want what, baby? C’mon, talk to me.” Eddie coaxes, his tone is huskier, doe eyes are shot with lust, darkened as they fix intently on you pinned beneath him. You’re burning hot all over under his steady gaze. “Want you to..” you whine and rock yourself up against him clumsily, “fuck me, Eddie. Please?”

“Well when you ask so nicely, sweetheart.” Eddie chuckles, lowering himself so that he’s pressed against you, tension in his arms as he tries to hold his full weight off of you almost like he’s scared he’ll crush you or something. 

“You sure?” he questions, fixing expectant gaze on you. “Because if we do this…” he takes a deep breath as he brushes hair away from your neck and his nose buries into it, inhaling the sugary sweet scent of your favorite perfume deep -as if he’s committing it to memory. Then he’s looking back up at you as he finishes, “This is gonna change things.”

“Yes. Please fuck me.” you’re begging, rocking yourself against him. Putting your arms around his neck, the tips of your noses touching when he’s moved his face away from your neck. “I..” you gasp out as you feel his cock grow even more when he rocks himself into you a few times, “I need you.” it slips out before you can stop it from happening and you think this is it, the mood is killed now, but you find yourself surprised when Eddie doesn’t stop what he’s doing or the way he’s kissing and sucking your neck as he continues to rut himself into you as you lie on the floor, but it gets slower. Less frantic and more like he wants to savor and enjoy the moment. 

But he’s not saying anything, either.

“I need you too.” his breath is warm and it tickles the shell of your ear as he finally says it, a breathy groan escaping his mouth when you rub against him and whine in need, he chuckles, “Do you want me to show y’ how much, sweetheart?”

“Y-yes.. Oh..” you moan out as the last thread of self-restraint Eddie Munson posses snaps and he starts to pull off your top, then your bra, his mouth latching onto your throat as he leaves behind several hickies and bite marks that he knows damn well you’ll never be able to hide when he’s done with you. Rough hands skim down your bare upper body and catch in the waistband of your favorite sleep shorts. As he starts to tug them down, his eyes are glued to your exposed tits, lingering before they drop lower and settle on white cotton panties that you’ve soaked through already. His hand settles palm flat against your cunt, squeezing and rubbing, the heel of his hand jammed up against your clit to keep pressure applied. “How’s that, babe?” he mumbles, gazing at you. 

“Feels so good, ah.. Oh..” you’re squirming against him and trying to tug down his pajamas too. He pulls away from you and you pout at him, but he’s pulling off his pajamas. Your eyes grow as you watch his cock spring free and you swallow hard, -will it fit? Can I take him ?, 

He sees your widened eyes and studies you intently for a second or two before recognition dawns. Doe eyes soften as they fix on you intently and he settles himself down on top of you all over again ; carefully. It’s almost like he’s afraid he’ll break you or hurt you somehow.

“You’re sure, right?” he’s asking a second time and you rock yourself against the way his cock stands at attention. “Eddie!” you whimper his name and it’s louder. Echoing off the walls of his living room, the wrestling program he was watching til it annoyed you has long been forgotten by now, it’s just a dim background noise. He chuckles and rubs his chin, gazing down at you thoughtfully. 

And he almost wants to tease you, test you and see if you’ll beg for it, but he decides against it. He wants you, he wants what’s about to happen so badly that he just…Can’t. Not this time.

Your panties are taken off and he settles himself on top of you fully, a rough hand caressing the side of your face, holding you by the column of your neck as he promises against your mouth in a quiet whisper, “Next time it won’t be s’ fast, sweetheart, okay?” and you nod, agreeing. A heart full of hope because he’s telling you there will be a next time.

As he lines his cock up with your throbbing entrance, his hand leaves your face and drifts down, settling on your hip similar to the way his other hand already holds that hip. He starts to bury his cock inside you, pausing so you can both adjust. Staring down into your eyes with this lovestruck and goofy grin playing at his lips. Your quiet hiss has him rushing to kiss you, to suck your neck and leave even more marks behind as he mutters soft against your skin, “Y’ feel s’ fuckin good princess. Think y’ can take more?” and after the burn of the way he’s stretching you begins to fade out, you start to rock yourself against him, fucking yourself up and down on his length. 

Eddie squeezes both your hips frantic, his mouth burying against yours all over again as he brings your movements to a temporary stop, “Fuck, baby. Fuck.” he growls out quietly, “Feels too good, sweetheart. Easy.” and you smile, crashing your lips against his, his mouth falling open to allow your tongue entrance. Your hand tangles in his hair, deepening the kiss as you tug at soft and smoke-scented curls and your other hand settles on his shoulder, your nails digging in when he starts to move again and bottoms out for the first time, the tip of his cock smashing against your cervix. “Ah oh, oh yeah baby..” you moan out, your nails dragging up and down his back as he continues to pump into you, tilting your hips just slightly, making you see stars as the coil in your stomach really begins to build and your entire body trembles just enough that he can feel it. 

He’s gazing down at you intently. Biting his lip and then biting yours. And then he’s biting your shoulder and he tells you that it’s because you’re so goddamn beautiful that he can’t help it when he bites you like this. It makes you giggle and melt into him, letting his larger frame engulf yours completely, the smoky and slightly musky scent of him filling your nose and relaxing you entirely. He chuckles when your legs squeeze his waist to hold him against you even more, “Y’ like that, hm?” he questions, gazing down at you in sheer adoration. When one of his hands pins both of yours against the floor and above your head, you’re squirming, meeting his thrusts with your body eagerly, begging him to let your hands go so you can keep touching, but he’s too busy kissing you, long and deep ; hard enough that you’re left breathless every single time.

“Eddie!” you cry out, shattering the mostly silent atmosphere. “Yeah, princess?” he mumbles against your neck as he sucks another big mark into your skin, “What’s up?”

“I wanna.. Ah, fuck, baby..” you’re begging, rocking yourself up and down on his cock until he feels like he’ll explode any second now, he growls quietly, his hand squeezing both of yours and his other hand squeezing your hips to attempt slowing your frantic movements down because he wants to last longer, but you’re squeezing around his cock so tight that he just….Can’t. “Fuck, sweetheart, y’ gonna make me cum.” he groans out, following up with, “Let go for me, baby, stop holdin back.. I… Need t’ feel y’, pretty girl.” and your orgasm shatters you, leaving you a whimpering and shaking mess pinned beneath his body, making him chuckle and groan when he can feel himself a breath away from filling you up.

He’s just about to stop and pull out when you capture his mouth in a frenzied kiss and beg him not to.. And he can’t deny you anything, he’s already learning this, so he starts to fuck into you harder. Faster. Frantically. As he paints your walls white, you cling to him, rendered unable to move. Sore and totally sated for the time being. Relaxed. “Eddie, oh.. Mmmm. Feels so good, baby.” you mumble softly against his neck as you leave behind a few marks of your own against his skin. He fucks you through his orgasm and settles on top of you, his hands all over you and he just can’t stop kissing you…

[ashes-writing]

t e m p e r | the walking dead ; s.walsh

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 ; 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚡

Summary ;

---Shane knows you're angry so he offers himself up to take your frustrations out on.

Pairing ;

Shane Walsh x Grimes!fem!reader.

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts / being Lori Grimes sister.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, lowkey breeding kink on readers part, rough sex -biting / marking, restraints, body fluids, pet names, Reader is more dominant to start with Shane takes over at the end, no foreplay, jealous reader.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my walking dead taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@beardedbarba

@chieflawyerpastatoad

@krys-orion

@moonileo

“Just a second, darlin.” Shane doesn’t even look up to acknowledge you standing there, he’s still got his head bowed, eyes trained on the Mossberg across his lap as his tongue drags along the outline of thick lips.

“Good thing I’m not dyin.” you mumble the words mostly to yourself, but something in you snaps in this moment and you’re just starting to realize that maybe you’re tired of being ignored, watching the man you love take care of everything and everyone else but you. Granted, I’m a big girl, you think to yourself as you slink away from where Shane’s sitting and over to the tent you share with him, but damn it’d be nice if he even seemed to want to take care of me. The thought comes and you let yourself have it instead of shoving it down like usual. This prompts you to gather up your clothing, all your other stuff inside the tent and carry it out.

Andrea’s noticed the anger brewing in your eyes, so naturally, she makes her way over, nodding to the clothing, shoes, your makeup kit and your guns and knives. “Going somewhere?”

“Shane doesn’t have to worry about me anymore. I’m gonna sleep in the RV until the next supply run, then I’ll find myself a tent. This way he’s not distracted by little ol’ me when Lori needs somethin or he comes up with somethin else to put ahead of us.” you wince at your own harsh tone and shake your head, sighing. Freeing up one of your hands to rub your forehead as you laugh at yourself because now that you’re thinking about it, you sound selfish as hell. A little childish too, but you’ve had all you can take, especially when you watch him cater to the every whim of another woman -even if that woman happens to be your older sister who couldn’t wipe her own ass if she tried and they’ve always had this bizarre codependent bond.

“That sounds selfish, I..”

“No, no.. You have every right to get angry with him. He’s being a fucking douche. You’re his fiancee. Not your sister.” Andrea muses, studying you for a few seconds. “And maybe you both need the space.”

You nod and take a deep breath.

You walk right past Shane Walsh with your arms heaped full and your head held high. When he calls your name, you don’t even bother acknowledging him at all, disappearing into the RV instead. Once you have all your stuff heaped onto one of the pullout beds, you glance down at the engagement ring on your finger and you laugh.

“He’s either gonna remember who he claims to love or the truth is finally gonna come out. Either way,” you take a shaky breath or two as you continue to think out loud, “This has to happen.”

Lori clears her throat, nodding to the RV when she’s gotten Shane’s attention.

“What’s up?”

“You might want to go in the RV.” Lori warns quietly.

Shane’s brows knit, then he sees you walk out of the RV and right past him, back over to the tent you’ve been sharing. Once you’ve gathered the last of your things from the tent, you’re walking right back past him and he stands, blocking your path.

“What’s all this, darlin?”

“What’s it look like, big guy?” your tone is a little too sweet, it’s borderline mocking. You’re giving him this innocent little smirk but he’s not stupid, he can see the anger in your gaze. He bites his lip. “Somethin’ you wanna say to me, baby girl?”

“Have fun sleepin alone for a while.” you answer, shoving past him to walk inside the RV. You drop the last of your things on the bed and dig around in the pile. Once you find the keys to your car, you grab the nail-covered baseball bat and start to walk back out.

You’re starting down the gravel road when he starts to yell your name, swearing under his breath as he catches up to you, a hand on your shoulder to turn you around facing him. You’re glaring up at him, standing taller. Defiant.

It’s getting him worked up, truth be told, but he can’t think about that right now. No, what he’s thinking about is the sheer panic he’s feeling at your decision to move out of the tent and into the RV with Andrea and her sister and that old asshole Dale.

“Where th’ hell are you goin, woman?” he’s catching up to you because you’ve started to walk off again while he was trying to process and hopefully figure out what the hell was going on, what he’d done, how he could fix it.

“Down to my car.”

“You can’t go down there, it ain’t safe.”

“I have a bat, my switchblade and I’m too petty to die. Try to stop me, Walsh.” your hand settles on your hip and you tilt your head, dragging your other hand across your sweaty forehead as the sun beats down on you both.

“Fine. You wanna do this, we’ll go down t’ yer car. But y’ not going down there alone, damn it..” Shane goes quiet, fuming. An irritated look in his eyes and you laugh bitterly, shaking your head No at him. “Nope. Go check on Lori.”

You turn and walk away, disappearing out of sight a few minutes later and the last thing you said to him is just repeating over and over in his mind. 

And cue the aha moment that sends him rushing down the road you’ve just disappeared down.

And just in the nick of time, too. As you come into view again, he spots the small horde of 3 slipping up on you and you’re totally unaware, too busy scavenging through your car to pay any attention to your surroundings.

Shane’s heart is about to beat right out of his chest when he fires the first two shots, taking out two of the three. The third one is downed seconds later and he’s angry.

At himself for what he now realizes is all his fault. At the situation you just put yourself in instead of just talking to him about the way you feel. At the small horde he’s just taken out so you don’t die and he doesn’t lose you, so by the time he’s standing behind you at your car, the frustration and anger has taken over and he’s manhandling you, throwing you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, starting his determined march back up the long dirt road that leads up to the quarry top. 

You’re angry too, pounding at his midsection and kicking your legs just so he might drop you and you can get some space between you two. But he’s got one hell of a grip, his hands squeezing your thighs where he’s placed them hard enough that there will be a print on your thighs when he finally puts you down and you know it. As he carries you back up the hill, he’s ranting and you’re ranting right back, by the time you’re both standing at the campsite, it’s a full on argument, both of you yelling at each other, not caring who hears or what they hear. You shove past him the second he’s put you on your own feet again but Shane catches up to you, grabbing your elbow and strong-arming you into the tent you were sharing with him.

He sits in the doorway, blocking your escape.

“Y’ not goin anywhere, woman.”

“When I spear your big ass out of my way, yes. Yes I am.” you insist, scowaling at him when his response to this is to grab you and pull you so that you’re encased between his thighs and you can’t move all that much because he’s squeezing you in place.

“I hurt you.” he says it a few seconds later, after you’ve finished swearing and trying to pry yourself away from him. He turns you around so that you’re facing him because he wants to have this discussion face to face. 

You shrug. Mumble that you’re used to it by now, everything else going on just combined to piss you off earlier. You’re trying to invalidate your own anger just to spare his feelings, same as you always do and he’s not having it this time. Rough hands grip your jaw, giving it a little squeeze to make you look at him and keep looking at him. “No, darlin. I hurt you. Yer upset.”

“Shane, this is dumb. There’s bigger stuff to worry about right now, okay? It’s whatever.” and this is you, distancing. Trying to bury the anger you have left. But again, Shane isn’t having that. You shift in his lap a little to get comfortable since he’s obviously not planning to let you move anytime soon, and you take several long and shaky deep breaths as you try to focus on not angry crying like you’ve been wanting to most of the time lately.

“It’s not whatever, woman. Yer angry and it’s okay…” he’s studying you, dark brown eyes filled with concern. Tenderness, which now that you’re thinking about it, you haven’t really seen him give this look to anybody else, not even Lori.

,, now if only he’d just cut ties with my older sister completely, maybe I could finally stop feeling like I didn’t matter.” the thought comes and before you can stop yourself, you’re saying it out loud. To his face. Which turns into a bitter rant about how you’re sick of feeling like you don’t matter or he’d save her before he tried to save you and as you rant, he listens quietly. You end the rant with a few small and light smacks to his chest and trying to shove him off of you just a little when he melts himself into you, shaking your head at him as you frown. You attempt to pry yourself off his lap but his hands squeeze your hips to hold you firmly in place.

“Do somethin about it, darlin.” he suggests, eyes locking on you intently. “Take it out on me.”

“Have you not been listening?” you question, a brow raised. Shane chuckles and shakes his head, leaning into you even closer. His voice is low and husky when he speaks up again, his words directly against your mouth as his hands start to skim up and down your sides while bucking himself up into you a few times. “Quit yer bitchin… Do somethin already.” he commands, firm tone making you even wetter, a helpless whine slipping out before you can stop it. “Fuck it out on me, darlin. I’m right here.”

You’re taken aback, but not so much that you don’t see this for the opportunity it truly is. Shane is not the man who gives up control easily, not in any aspect of his life. Feeling out of control can make him angry or irritable.

“You want me to fuck you because I’m angry, hm?” you question, your voice coming out a soft purr. Shane’s hands move over your body and he’s staring down at your tits, distracted. Getting harder and harder by the second at the thought of you taking control just this once. He knows that sex won’t fix whatever’s happened, but he also knows that maybe it’s a start. 

He chuckles, the sound low and quiet. And followed by a moan when you press down into the way his cock is growing, straining against the front of brown cargo pants. Your fingers dance over the hem of his black t-shirt and you rock yourself back and forth over the growing bulge in the front of his pants. When you grab him by the side of the neck and pull him in close, he’s moaning again. Your teeth latch against his neck and his fingers dig against your ass and he tries to use his grip on your body to press you into him harder, move you over the way his cock is painfully strained at his pants faster. “I’m fucking tired of watching you trip over yourself to rush to her when she even hints she wants something. I’m yours, Walsh.” you grumble against that sweet spot at the side of his neck as your lips latch against his skin, leaving a big and angry bruise against his flesh, “Not her!”

“All mine, darlin, fuck.” he growls out when you start to grind against him more urgently, desperate for any kind of friction, the way your orgasm is building and has your stomach clenched has you chasing whatever you can get. You tear his shirt up over his head and let it settle on the floor of the tent. Shane moves both of you so that you’re on the air mattress and thick pile of blankets over the top of it instead of sitting in front of the flaps to the tent like you were. You shove him flat against the air mattress and pin both of his hands above his head with one of yours as your other hand slips between your bodies and you start to unbutton and unzip the pants he’s wearing. You pull off his lap to take off his pants and boxers and since you’ve let go of his hands by this point, they’re now all over you.

“I’ll tie them, I swear to God.” you moan out against the shell of his ear as you strip yourself down and pull away a little to take off your cutoffs and the red cotton panties you were wearing, both of your clothes settling in a pile nearby, He captures your mouth in a biting kiss because he can’t handle it, not being able to touch you like he wants and it’s starting to drive him crazy, the need to take control like he’s so used to doing. He chuckles into the kiss as it deepens. “Oh yeah? Dare ya, darlin.. C’mon. I told y’ to use me.”

He’s curious now, how far will you go. When you find his belt and take it out of the loops in his pants and then use it to form makeshift cuffs to slip his wrists into, he gulps and bucks himself up into you aggressively, the way his length drags right between your folds as the leather belt is slipped around his wrists has you moaning and rocking yourself back and forth on his thick and veiny cock.

His hands are secured but loose, raised above his head and you bite your lip as you  raise up and slam yourself down on his cock, letting it bottom out. You moan and sit up straighter, bouncing up and down on his cock and you’re doing it slowly at first. Hands all over him, lips latching onto any area of exposed skin your mouth can reach. At one point when you lean down into him to give him another deep and rough kiss, his lips latch onto your tits, teeth scraping against soft flesh and a growl escaping his lips when he feels you start to fuck yourself up and down on his cock just a little faster.

The one big perk to being pinned beneath you and letting you use him the way you are, he finds himself staring at your tummy, watching the way the tip of his cock just barely bulges out from the inside each stroke. “Fuck.” he groans, brown eyes fluttering open and shut as he tries to free his wrists, mostly for show. “Shit, baby girl.. Goddamn…” he swears, a dark chuckle as he looks up at you with a fucked out gleam in his eyes, “Didn’t even think about a rubber either, hm.. Must be real fuckin mad at me…” he bites his lip, a smug look in his eyes as you moan his name louder, your nails digging into his chest as your plant your palms against to keep yourself upright, your stomach coiled so tight at the orgasm building inside you. 

“Fuck.” you whine, “So.. So big..” you’re riding him faster, each stroke nearly bringing his length out entirely only to have you slam yourself back down onto him again, “Wanna make you cum inside me.” you’re whiny, needy and Shane is not used to hearing the things you’ve been saying to him, it’s like your filter is gone completely. When you tell him that you’re going to make him cum inside you, he’s fighting hard against the way you have his wrists pinned by the belt. “I’m gon’ get my wrists free, baby girl…” he groans out, “Fuck.” is ripped from him when he feels the way your walls clamp down around his cock, milking him. “Baby girl, feels so…” - “ Fuck, so fuckin good f’ me…” he coaxes with a dark chuckle, “Ride me, darlin… C’mon, y’know what I want..”

He manages to get the belt off his wrists -it wasn’t that tight to begin with, and with his hands free, he flips the two of you so that you’re pinned below him now and you frown up at him as your eyes flutter open, whining “Seriously? What happened to lettin me fuck my anger out?”

“Woman, that went out th’ window when you -ah, oh fuck, fuck… shit, baby.” he groans out as he starts to fuck into you slow and steady, deeper thrusts that have the tip of his cock slamming against your cervix with each one, “That went out th’ window when y’ started runnin yer mouth about lettin me cum inside y’.” and he chuckles against the shell of your ear as his mouth latches onto your neck, sucking a mark into it that you know you won’t hide later.

He’s fucking into you with long and slow strokes, one of his hands pinning your hands above your head as you whimper and whine and try to keep that bruising pace, your hips smashing into his clumsily and out of tempo as your orgasm builds even more. “C’mon, baby girl.. I know yer holdin out on me… Let go. Cum on my cock, baby girl..” he commands firmly, fucking you right through the orgasm that shatters through you as the words leave his mouth. He buries his mouth against yours as your pussy clamps down on his cock, milking it as it throbs, his orgasm so close all it’s going to take is one more well-aimed thrust and he’s done, he can’t hold it back anymore. “ ‘M gonna cum, baby, fuck… Shit.. Gonna fill y’ up… You gonna be a good girl n’ take it all?” he questions, nipping at your neck as he fixes his gaze on you.

“Y-yes.” you moan out, your nails dragging up and down his back as his release floods you, painting  your insides white and he keeps fucking into you, fucking the excess right back inside of you as he chuckles low and deep against your ear and melts down into you, letting you cling to him.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. So fuckin sorry, I…” he trails off, shaking his head, resting his forehead against your tits. You catch a finger in the 22 necklace around his neck, toying with the chain as you come down from your high. “ Don’t tell me you’re sorry, be different. I mean it, Shane.” you mumble, gripping his jaw to make him look you in the eyes. “Because I’m not going to keep coming in second to her.”

[ashes-writing]

a n a t o m y | ahs murder house ; t.langdon

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔

Summary ;

--- (pt 1 of 2 ) tate just wants to help you learn anatomy in any way he can. 90's/early aughts Med School Tate Langdon au. this one is for you bestie @tbmunson because without our talk this NEVER would have clicked for me.

Pairing ;

90's!CollegeGuy!MedStudent Tate Langdon x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, murder house and his og backstory doesn't exist + tate langdon is not a ghost, but a med. school student, innocent reader, slightly pervy!sweet tate, lots of lustful touching, innuendo, corruption kink, use of medical terminology, nudity, lustful gazing, foreplay heavy -touching and dry humping, mostly. The banner is different because this is a whole other version of Tate Langdon, who is at least 22 here.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my american horror story taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@krys-orion

@hajimaaaaaa

“I’m never going to remember all of these. How the hell does Professor Adams expect us to remember all the muscle groups and their placement in the body along with everything else? I’m going to fail this.” you’re disgusted as you toss down the pile of flashcards on the counter. Tate looks up from the textbook in front of him and chuckles, nodding to it. “Everything okay?”

You rub your temples, you can feel the migraine setting in already. Tate raises up from his chair, moving to stand behind the chair you’re sitting in, hands at your shoulders. As he starts to massage your shoulders, you bite back a soft gasp and your eyes flutter open and shut. The way his hands feel on your body has you thinking about anything but the textbook and the notes, the flashcards in front of you, but you don’t dare say this aloud.

Falling in love with your roommate is a recipe for disaster and sadly, you have.

But you’re probably not his type, you’re introverted, you’re not supermodel hot, you’re actually kind of a nerd and you’re not like the other girls at school, you’re very inexperienced. Awkward.

As Tate feels the tension gathered in your shoulders, he continues to massage, leaning himself against you lightly as he stops massaging you to reach out and pick up a pen lying on the tabletop. “I’ve got an idea.”

You glance up at him over your shoulder and he’s tugging off the Nirvana shirt he’s wearing, letting it fall from his fingertips as he holds the pen out to you and bites his lip. It’s so hot the way you get flustered so easy around him. He’s definitely gotten the suspicion that you’re not like other girls, you’re innocence and light. Warmth and pure. And god help him, he’s drawn to it like a moth to flame. He wants to protect it and at the same time, he wants to ruin it, ruin you for other guys so he can have you all to himself.

His little idea is just a foot in the door.

“What’s your idea?” you ask, brows knit in confusion, cheeks on fire as your eyes have no choice but to roam his bare upper body and your whole body burns just a little hotter when your eyes lock on his big brown ones and you see him staring back at you, the softest of smirks on his mouth. He holds out the pen to you. “Label them on me. It’ll help you see it and remember it.”

“Tate, I–” you bite your bottom lip but you take the pen and give him a weak but thankful smile. “O-okay.” your hands are shaking as you step up to him, dragging the pen over his chest first, marking off the pectoral muscles. He swallows hard and bites back a groan, managing to keep a straight face the whole time he’s doing it but as that pen moves lower, he can feel himself getting really, really hard. He never stopped to consider that getting you to do this -getting you to touch him in the process, was going to be the tease it was turning into.

You’re done labeling his upper body and you’ve stepped closer to him at some point, when it happens and your bodies brush, he bites back the quietest of growls, quick to disguise it with a chuckle. He can feel the pen shaking in your fingers but he doesn’t say anything, instead pretending he doesn’t notice because the last thing he wants is you to stop touching him. He grabs the textbook from the table without breaking his gaze and bites his bottom lip as he reads out each grouping of muscles you’ve labeled. 

“See?” he chuckles, stepping just a little closer as he sits the book down on the table nearby, brown eyes fixed on you, leaning down and into you just slightly. It’s enough that you can feel your thighs clamp together tight as your panties really start to soak through. And you’re flustered, stammering for your words. He pushes the pen back into your hand and takes a shaky breath. “Do y’ think you can remember the others? Or do I…” he nods to his jean clad lower body and you nearly swallow your tongue, stammering out that he doesn’t have to do this, that you think you can remember.

“I don’t mind, darling.” he coaxes, biting his lip as a low and dark chuckle slips past, “Unless it’s gonna make you uncomfortable? That’s the last thing I want to do, princess.” and he wants to punch himself when the pet name leaves his mouth but he can’t help it, you’re bringing out this whole other side of him and it’s so overwhelming that he can’t possibly keep fighting it.

“N-no. No. It’s fine. I just…” your eyes are glued to his hand and the way it hovers over the button of his jeans. As the button slips through the buttonhole, you just barely bite back an unholy whine threatening to come. Then he’s unzipping his jeans and your breath catches, hanging in your throat. His pants fall to the floor and you tell yourself not to look down but naturally, this is the first thing you find yourself doing. Tate sees it and he licks his lips, reaching out to lightly grip your jaw, giving just the smallest squeeze as he tilts your face so that your eyes meet his. 

“You alright?” his question is asked in a husky whisper, his mouth just nearly grazing against your own… And if you were smarter, you’d have figured out by now that he’s definitely up to something. And it’s everything you’ve lain awake nights imagining, touching yourself underneath the bed sheets, all hot and bothered as you picture what your hot and broody roommate might look like beneath his clothes.

“Y-yeah.” you manage to stammer out the word and it’s lame, weak. You’re not okay right now, your stomach is coiled and your thighs are clamped so damn tight they hurt and you’re visibly flustered, you’ve dropped the damn pen before you even realize it. Tate bends to pick it up and maybe he’s teasing a little when he looks you in the eye and uses that smooth tone he’s so adept at using and the one that always calms you down, “Relax. ‘S not like you’ve never seen this…” 

“Right, yeah.” you’re laughing despite knowing full well that Tate’s cock is the first cock you’ve actually seen before and now that you have, all you can think about is how badly you wish it was buried inside of you. You try to shove the thought out of your head and focus on labeling the groups of muscles that make up his thighs and then his calves and you pause when you hear him grunt and it’s this husky sound from deep within him.

You’re dangerously close to his cock right now, the warmth of your breath fanning against it a little when you breathe in and out. He squirms a little, tries to keep his composure so he doesn’t make things awkward, but your breath against it has it getting even harder. He fixes his gaze down on the top of your head and tries like hell not to imagine curling his fingers in soft strands, tugging as he pushes your mouth down around his member.

When you stand again, holding up the pen to him, he lets out a long and ragged breath and his legs finally seem to relax, even if only a little. “Let’s see how y’ did.” he picks up the book again, noting all the names and areas you’ve marked off, chuckling to himself as he sits the book to the side again and bends down, pulling back up his jeans and black boxers. “Think you can remember now?” he asks, his tone huskier as it leaves his mouth. You’re stepping closer too, your bodies bump against each other, his hand against your hip just slightly. You give him a flustered smile and nod, taking a deep breath. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

“If you…” you start to offer yourself up to do the same for him, but you can’t even begin to make the words leave your mouth. The door to your shared apartment is being beaten down and Tate grumbles as soon as he hears one of the frat boys he’s friends with yelling through the other side.

The second Tate is gone to answer the door, you lean heavily against the fridge and you try your very best to pull yourself together.

You’re going to need an ice bath now and you know it.

[ashes-writing]

a n a t o m y pt t w o | ahs murder house ; t.langdon

|| taglist,babes + req rules + send ?s + masterlist + kinktober masterlist ||

** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The list of prompts provided so generously by @the-purity-pen -huge thanks, y'all please go check them out. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

Summary ;

--- (pt 2of 3 ) the anatomy lessons continue in the bedroom. 90's/early aughts Med School Tate Langdon au. this one is for you bestie @tbmunson because without our talk this NEVER would have clicked for me.

Pairing ;

90's!CollegeGuy!MedStudent Tate Langdon x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, murder house and his og backstory doesn't exist + tate langdon is not a ghost, but a med. school student,. Virgin!reader and Tate with a virginity kink, body fluids, oral sex (m-giving), lustful touching / masturbation (both parties to each other), possessive!tate - here and there, p in v sex - unprotected, pet names, marking, light choking, soft!dom Tate. The banner is different because this is a whole other version of Tate Langdon, who is at least 22 here.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my american horror story taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@krys-orion

@hajimaaaaaa

“We’ve been at this for hours, fuck.” Tate’s voice shatters your concentration and a second later, the heavy textbook open on the table slams shut with a quiet thud. 

You stretch and yawn, gaping as you set sights on the clock on the wall near the ceiling. You pull yourself out of the chair you’ve been sitting in for hours now and you stop behind him, tentatively resting your hands against broad shoulders. You start to massage, clumsily. Tate nearly chokes on air, but he chuckles, glancing up over his shoulder at you. He’s always massaging your shoulders so your thought process was that maybe you could repay the favor. Besides, you’re sleepy and it seems like the later it gets, the lower your inhibitions drop.

His head falls back a little as you work your hands in a circular motion across his shoulders. He’s melting at your touch before he even realizes it and the more you massage him, the harder his cock gets. He almost can’t take all the touching or the way you’re leaning against him just a little bit from behind. This is why he glances up at you and nods to the sofa in the living room. “Might… ah, it might help if we go in there, yeah? More room to uh.. Move.” his butter wouldn’t melt voice and that sweet little smirk as he looks right at you with doe eyes and one intention in his mind.

See, when he had you diagramming the muscles out on his body earlier, you unknowingly confirmed his suspicions about certain things, all without trying. And as soon as he realized that what he’s suspected about you for months might be true, well… He can’t resist, now he has to have you all to himself. He wants to be the man whose name you moan, your nails dragging down his back in the heat of the moment. He wants you all to himself, more than he’s ever wanted anything before and when Tate Langdon wants something, he’ll do anything he can to make sure he gets what he wants.

Just the thought that you might feel something for him like he does for you has him elated. Excited. Happy about something for the first time in a long time.

Now he wants to see if his other suspicions about you are true as well.. The key one being the fact that from the moment he met you, he’s gotten strong virgin vibes off of you and it drives him absolutely crazy, the thought that you might still be cherry. Untouched.

As in, you could belong to him and him alone if he plays his cards right.

And if you do feel something for him… It’s not the pipe dream it was before this afternoon anymore.

You laugh softly and let him pull you out of the chair and this is how you wind up body to body with him, face all hot as you stare up at him with those big eyes, pupils nearly blacking out their natural color. He steps away but it’s reluctantly, and he makes his way into the living room, sinking down to sit on the sofa.

You wiggle in behind him after a few seconds to pull yourself together. “Your shirt, it’s ah… If it wasn’t in the way, Tate.” you stammer out the words, face burning even hotter. He pulls his shirt off, letting it settle on the sofa cushion. “C’mon.. Come sit in my lap.” he drawls, gazing back at you. “Let me give ya a massage too. So it’s fair.”

You move around, sitting in his lap. Awkwardly at first, on the edge of it, closer to his knees. Tate chuckles and one look at the way your face is flushed and you’re about to chew right through your bottom lip has him getting even harder. His hands settle on your hips gently to reassure you.  “You can get closer. C’mon.” he coaxes, pulling you closer to him. You gasp a little and freeze as the sound leaves your mouth. Tate chuckles to himself quietly. After clearing his throat, he nods to your shirt and swallows hard. “It’s gonna be in the way too…”

And with shaking fingers, you start to pull your shirt off, letting it settle on the sofa on top of the Nirvana shirt he’d taken off. He’s openly staring, biting his lip just to bite back the groan that’s threatening to break free from the depths of his soul at any second.

A thick tension is settled in the air and the second you pick up on it, you can feel your tummy flutter. As he starts to work your shoulders with his fingers, you’re melting little by little. Struggling to focus on the massage you’re attempting to give him in return and you feel really bad about it, but his touch is so distracting til you can’t focus on anything but how good his hands feel against your body.

You shiver and he feels it. “Feel good?” he asks, his voice thicker. Lower. Enough so that you can feel yourself wanting to clench your thighs as you start to get wet all over again. He feels the tension in your thighs and lowers his hands, letting them rest against your legs. You suck in a sharp breath as his fingers start to knead your thighs, choking out a quietly whimpered, “W-what are you doing, Tate?”

“You’re real tense, darling. So tense.” Tate answers quietly, dragging his tongue over the outline of his lips as he stares at you intently. “I’ll stop if you want me to.” his hands cease their movements and you shake your head, pouting a little because the last thing you want is Tate to stop touching you, not when him touching you -among so many other things, is what you’ve been wanting for months now. 

“N-no. No, don’t stop.” you practically gasp out the words, adding a quieter and quickly uttered, “Please.”

“You sure?” he leans in a little closer, fingers creep higher on your thigh, just barely grazing against you, a touch so light that you’re unsure whether he touched you at all in the first place. 

You suck in a sharp breath and your body burns even hotter. 

He gives you this little head tilt, doe eyes study you intently and you don’t miss the way they lock on your chest, the way your tits push against your bra. But then he’s staring at your mouth and he’s staring at it so hard. The weight of his stare is enough to have your lips tingling. It also prompts you to lean in just slightly, your face lingering awkwardly close to his and this makes him chuckle all over again, his hands going still to rest against your lower back. It’s starting to sink in for you that the only things separating your bodies from complete skin to skin contact right now are the jeans you’re both wearing and your underwear. 

And suddenly, it’s too much.

You gulp and Tate sees it. He also sees the way your pupils now completely black out the color of your eyes and he knows. He knows.

You want him.

You really, really want him.

To test this out and see if he’s correct, he just barely shifts the way he’s sitting. This causes him to rub against you just barely. It’s enough that your cunt is throbbing now and your breath hangs in your throat, your nails dig into his bare shoulder just a little more. You melt against him just a little more, this puts your upper body even closer to his and the feel of skin against skin has him gripping the cushion on the couch as he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Ya know, I’m startin to think you don’t want me to stop touchin you, baby…” Tate muses, dropping his gaze to the way your tits push against the thin lace constraints of your favorite pale pink bra. He knows it’s your favorite because it’s the one you wear the most.

It’s something about the way his voice deepens when he calls you baby and this is combined with the way his fingertips dig into your lower back and he’s rubbed himself against you all over again that makes you roll your hips against the accidental contact because you’re just so… Desperate. Needy. You need to feel him do it again. 

His head falls back against the couch, “Fuck.” he groans out loud, his hand raises, catching in dark, thick hair as he tugs at it like he’s trying to pull himself together and failing hard. “If you want me to stop.” his warning is a breathy one feathered into kisses against the front of your throat as those kisses turn into little nips at your skin. You know you’re probably about to dive headfirst into disaster, but your answer comes before you can stop it, “What if I don’t, Tate?”

And that last little bit of restraint he was trying to maintain, it’s gone. Shattered. He pushes you back against the sofa and he’s settled his full weight on you, pinning you flat beneath him with one of his hands holding both of yours over your head. And you’re trying to figure out when is the time that you tell him he’s your first and he will be your first at damn near everything, but the words won’t leave your lips. You freeze beneath him, staring up as he devours your mouth in a hungry kiss and breathes into it, “You a virgin, babe?” his voice husky, cracking as he nips at your bottom lip and then pushes his tongue between pillowy barriers to run along your own, massaging.

“Y-yeah.” you whine out, rocking yourself up into him in a frenzy as the coil in your stomach tightens even more, you can feel your thighs coating, getting all sticky as your juices settle on the insides and your legs squeeze his hips as he rocks himself into you in a frenzy to meet your hips movements. His teeth latch against your neck and he’s chuckling to himself, mumbling, repeating aloud seconds later, “This is gonna be so fuckin…. Fuck.” he breathes in deep, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as if your scent will center him somehow, but it doesn’t seem to be working. He stops to stare down at you, his hand caressing your face, the pad of his thumb dragging over your mouth. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” he promises before starting to make his way down your body, lingering over you to pull down your jeans and panties, then he’s pulling you up slightly to unfasten your bra and take it off, his hands kneading your breasts, thumbs dragging over your nipples until you’re whining and begging, trying to pull him back down into you so that he’s closer.

Your clothing settles on the floor and your hands are shaking when you raise one to attempt pulling his jeans and boxers off. He lowers your hand, chuckling. When he slips away from you to pull off his own jeans and boxers, you’re pouting about it. Your eyes roam over him slowly, taking him in. He’s doing the same right back, biting at his bottom lip as doe eyes flit over your body, lingering just long enough in certain areas that you’re hot all over and you attempt to raise your hand to cover your tits with your arm. He reaches out, tugging your arm away, chuckling against your ear as he mutters quietly, “Aht. Aht. Let me look at y’, baby.” his other hand lowering to circle his thick length, giving it a few lazy pumps as he lets out a very shaky deep breath.

You’re pushed back against the couch again and he’s settled between your thighs, his arms spreading you open wider as they hook beneath your thighs and his hands settle on your hips to hold you against the couch completely. 

The first time his tongue drags right up your wet and aching center in a broad stripe, you moan and it’s loud. You can feel his smirk as his lips latch onto your clit. Since you can’t move your hips and rock against his mouth like you’re dying to, your hand drifts down, settling in his hair as your fingers tangle in it and pull. He stops sucking your clit to look up at you and give a smirk. “Pull harder, princess. You’re gonna want to by the time I’m done.” 

One hand leaves your hips and he drags his finger over your aching sex, rutting against the sofa beneath him when he feels your full body shiver at the touch. “This might hurt a little.” he mumbles in a daze, eyes glued to your pussy as he buries two of his fingers deep inside of you, stretching you out enough that it does burn a little, his fingers pumping in and out, curving inside you in a come hither motion, strumming against your spot and making you use the little bit of movement having one of your hips free allows to rock yourself clumsily against the movements of his fingers. You’re getting wetter and the wetter you get, he groans, rutting himself into the sofa even more because anything feels better than nothing right now and he can’t wait to be buried inside of you but he knows he needs to take his time.

Do this right.

Get you all nice and wet and begging for his cock first.

His tongue slips into your cunt with his fingers and you tug harder at his hair, almost as if you’re shoving his head down lower and he growls against your skin, leaving a bite on your pelvic mound to mark you. “So fuckin sweet, baby.. Such a good girl… C’mon, pull harder.” he coaxes, stopping to gaze up at you. It takes everything in him not to crack and just bury himself to the hilt inside of you when he sees the fucked out gleam in your eyes, the way your head’s fallen back and you’re biting your lips as if you’re trying to stay quiet. You staying quiet is the last thing he wants, so Tate gets it in his mind that he needs to make you louder. He wants you screaming his name by the end of this.

“Tate, please?” you whine out, rocking against his face as his tongue and fingers continue to work you, the coil in your stomach growing tighter as you grip his hair and the couch cushion and you try to curl your toes against it too. He growls to himself, pussy drunk, knowing he’d love nothing more than to stay between your thighs for hours, the wet slosh of your juices as he licks you clean and his lewd slurps echo off of the walls of the apartment. He chuckles, pausing to gaze up at you. “Hm?”

“Now, Tate.” you whine, helpless. “I’m.. I want you.” you insist.

And Tate can’t deny you anything, he realizes this as soon as he sets sights on your begging little pout and the way your eyes widen for him. “You sure?”

“Tate, please!” you’re whining louder, more insistent.

He wipes his hand across the back of his mouth as he pulls his fingers out of your virgin cunt, making his way back up your body to grip your throat and pull you into a deep and needy kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He lines himself up with your entrance, grazing the tip between your folds, chuckling when you whimper and hiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. He settles his full weight on your body and his hands on your hips, squeezing each one as he sinks in a little deeper, pausing to gaze at you in concern, biting his lip.

You feel stretched. Too full. You’re not used to him yet.

The burn stings and you fight back a tear or two when you try to rock yourself up and down his length and you’re only met with a more intense burn. “Easy, babe.” he coaxes, gentle kisses peppering your skin, “Just get used t’ me.. Don’t wanna hurt you..”

Your walls are so tight around him that he feels like he’ll cum hard any second. When he feels you starting to move just a little, he sinks in just a little deeper, fucking into you slow and deep, lips latched against your neck at first before crashing his mouth against yours in a kiss that’s gentle and deep and lasts until you’re breathless. “Takin me so well, baby.” he praises, soft against your skin, “Think you can take a little more?”

“Yes, please.. Ah… Oh god, right there.” your nails dig into his shoulders and drag up and down his back making him growl quietly and bury his cock even deeper inside you. He happens to glance down and he can see how deep he’s buried inside of you by the little bulge in your tummy where the tip of his cock scrubs against it on the inside. “Jesus, fuck.. Soooo good, baby, you feel so good. Tight.” he’s fighting to keep from coming undone, harder than he’s fought any other time, you fit so well around him, it’s like you were made for him and him alone and this thought has him fucking into you a little faster, a lot deeper til he bottoms out.

He goes still, his lips buried in your neck, breathing heavily. Letting himself back away from the edge because his only real goal tonight is to make sure you get exactly what you want before he worries about his own pleasure. He wants to make sure you never want anybody else, he’s not going to settle for anything less than you being utterly ruined for other men moving onward. He has to have you all to himself.

“You feel too good, baby. Too good.” he explains in a hushed tone against your lips as he starts to fuck into you slow and deep, his hands gripping your hips tight enough that you have a feeling there will be handprints the next morning. “Tate, please let me…...” you’re whimpering, needy, desperate to let go but he seems to know when you’re close and he comes to an almost complete stop inside you, kissing the bridge of your nose or your neck and throat. 

He nuzzles against your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “C’mon, babe. It’s okay. I got ya. Let go for me.” he coaxes when he feels like you just can’t take much more and he knows he won’t last much longer either.

He can see a tear roll down your cheek because he’s been pushing you closer and closer to the brink only to pull you back for hours now so he drags his finger over it, stopping it in it’s tracks. Your orgasm smashes into you, leaving you limp and clumsy, melted against him and clinging to him. And the way you clamp down on him has him fighting off his own orgasm getting even more intense as he fucks you through your own, kissing you anywhere he can get his mouth on your body, he melts against you, your legs squeeze his waist to keep him buried deep inside you as the high of his own orgasm shatters through him, making him grip your hips and bite you on the mouth and neck as he rambles on and on about how perfect he fits inside you, the way you were made for him and only him, his forehead resting lazily against your own as he places a gentle but deep kiss on bruised and bitten lips.

“That was..” he breathes out against your mouth, you respond quietly, “Amazing.” and he chuckles, holding you tight against him as he responds through laughter, “If you think that’s somethin, babe… Give me a few hours. I’ll really show ya.”

“Oh you will, hm?” you’re teasing gently and his teeth tug at your lip as he slips his tongue into your mouth, “Mhm.. Did you really think I used all my best tricks right out of the gate, babe?” as he stares down at you, still in awe that this has happened between the two of you.

He comes away with one solid thought. You belong to him now. And he's going to do whatever he has to to make sure that it stays this way.

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s l e e p y | stranger things ; s.harrington.

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** Banners made by me with help from pinterest and google images. This is another one I thought up myself for kinktober, somnophilia, which means sex while one person is asleep. Granted, reader starts out awake here, but alas. Also, this is the unofficial 'sequel' to hunger, but you don't have to read that one to read this one. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝟾 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

Summary ;

--- Steve's never fucked you to sleep before... until now.

Pairing ;

Steve Harrington x fem!reader.

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, somnophilia -consensual / kind of somnophilia (reader falls asleep after the big O), biting/hickies, liiight hair pulling if you squint, dirty talk, pet names, mentions of cockwarming, body fluids, that's about it, tbh.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my stranger things taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@allelitesmut

@aries-arcade 

@aurumbelis

@chieflawyerpastatoad

@cole22ann 

@ebonybloom 

@heyaitsklaudia 

@hoeshii  

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether 

@liberhoe 

@m-rae23 

@musichealsscars 

@oflavenderandevie 

@scoobiessnacks 

@secretsicanthideanymore 

@sparkletash

@star-light30

@suits-and-smirks 

@thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles 

@thechoiceslookgrimm 

@untitledarea

@untoldshortsofthefandoms 

You’ve rocked your ass back against him at least three times and by this point, Steve Harrington is at his complete wits end. His cock feels like it’ll burst. To attempt bringing your movements to a stop, he rests a hand on your hip and all this does is cause you to cuddle closer to his body, settling in. Your ass pressed tight against the way he’s strained against the boxers he’s wearing. He takes a shaky breath and melts into you, muttering lazily against your neck, half-asleep.

“I’m not sleepin.” you yawn out the words and his eyes pop open. He chuckles in the darkness. “Oh yeah? Well you were really snorin just now, baby.”

You roll to face him and bite your lip, resting a hand on his stubbled jaw, dragging your thumb over the outline of kissable lips as you yawn again and mumble quietly, “I was asleep.. But then I felt you getting hard and I..” you trail off, giggling to yourself, you’re telling yourself that what you want to do is silly and he’ll never go for it, but you’re a combination of sleepy and horny all at once and you just need to feel him buried inside of you.

“C’mon, princess. Speak up.” Steve’s using that firm tone -the one he knows makes you wet in zero seconds, and he’s gently squeezing your jaw as he guides your face so that you’re looking up at him. You swallow hard and in a rush, you tell him what you want.

He chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as his hands roam over your body, dipping down, settling against your bare cunt as he starts to massage and rub it. “So wet, baby. You must want me inside you real bad, huh?”

“Please, baby?” you beg, a whimper coming on the end of it as you feel his fingers work you open slowly after tracing over your folds, teasing you just a little because he can’t resist it. He pretends to mull it over. “I dunno, princess.” he slips his fingers in deeper, the wetness coating them both as he works you open, the sound lingering in the quiet all around you both. It’s enough to drive him crazy. He chuckles again, it’s a husky sound ripped from the depths of his throat. “Okay, alright..If you’re sure you wanna do this.”

“I want you but also I’m sleepy. Yes. Please baby?” you beg again, giving him your best begging pout and eyes. He’s rolling you so that you face away from him. The mattress creaks soft and slow as he raises up to tug down his own boxers and then he’s pressed into you from behind, moving your hair out of the way as his lips dance across the side of your neck and he just barely bites down onto your shoulder.

“Ready for me, baby?” he asks and you whine and rock yourself back and forth over his thick length as it slips between your thighs, tip grazing at your folds and just barely sinking into you. He’s trying to tease you, he loves it when you’re whiny, needy and begging for him…

“Baby, please.” you beg. Steve slips into you just a little more, going still. You’re rocking back and forth over his length and he groans, nipping at your shoulder again. “You really want me t’ stay inside you all night?” the question is asked in a dazed tone, the way your walls clamp tight around him making him breathless. Barely able to move because moving too much right now feels way too damn good.

“Mhm. Please?” you’re smiling to yourself in the darkness, biting the insides of your cheek at the way he still stretches you out enough to burn just a little, even now after you’ve been with him more than a few times. “Gonna fuck you to sleep, princess.” he mumbles, his cock sinking in deeper. His thrusts are shallow, careful and precise and you can feel your stomach coil right up, your orgasm building already. One of his hands settles on your hip and the other tangles up in your hair, tugging. You moan out his name and roll your hips back against him and Steve squeezes your hip, taking a very shaky breath.

“Babe, fuck.” he groans out, “You’re so wet f’ me. Such a good girl.” his breath tickling against your shoulder as he presses himself into you completely from behind. He’s buried to the hilt now, the hand on your hip slips down, a finger lazily playing with your clit. “Take it all, princess, c’mon.” he mumbles as he continues to fuck into you. Your orgasm shatters through you and it leaves you limp, melted against Steve as you give a quiet little yawn. Letting him fuck you to sleep was the perfect thing for tonight because you’re so relaxed, his body against yours, the scent of him heavy around you, all of it.. You just know you’re going to have a very peaceful -and hopefully deep, sleep.

You can feel yourself relaxing, your eyes getting heavyAs soon as he figures this out, he places his hand back onto your hip, fucking into you slower and deeper from behind, leaving little nips, bites and kisses all over your neck and shoulders for you to find in the morning. He’s just taking his time, enjoying the way your body is so pliant and you’re so relaxed for him, fucking you while you sleep is so much hotter than he ever imagined….

[ashes-writing]

q u i e t | csi miami ; t. speedle

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** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The list of prompts provided so generously by @the-purity-pen -huge thanks, y'all please go check them out. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 ; 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢

Summary ;

--- trying to stay quiet in your childhood home.. with your parents present. this will be easy, right?

Pairing ;

Tim Speedle x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, pinv - unprotected, body fluids, emphasis on reader / Tim trying to stay quiet so sounds will be overexaggerated, use of pet names (male and female ones ; baby, doll, princess, babe ), dry humping if you squint, oral sex - female receiving / male giving, lots of biting and marking, etc, teasing, holy shit.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my csi miami/vegas/ny taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@beardedbarba - this all your brainchild.. remember that prompt you mentioned a month ago? yeah.. this is inspired by that. @calmcoast@justmeandanoverdrive@uncrownedmox

The bed in your old bedroom is so much smaller than you remember it being. Tim slips into it behind you after he’s finished his shower and you sigh in content as his arm slips around your waist and his lips dance across your shoulders. He chuckles softly and this prompts you to roll over so that you’re lying on your side and you face him in the small bed. The creak from the mattress as you roll over facing him has both of you snickering quietly. You slip a leg over his hip and he presses a kiss against your lips. 

“What was so funny, hm?” you ask, pouting in the darkness. Tim smirks at you as his hands start to roam over your sides, one of them settling against your hip. When you wiggle around to get closer, it causes you to rub yourself right against the way he’s starting to strain at thin pajama bottoms and you bite back a whine. 

“Nothin, it’s just.. This,” he gestures to the room you’re currently lying in together, “Is not how I pictured your old bedroom, darlin.” and he chuckles again, a husky sound that hangs in the air for about half a seconds. You stick out your tongue.

Tim is in a playful mood tonight. Maybe it’s got everything to do with the current situation being one of his old fantasies that hung around after his teenage years were long gone, maybe it’s the fact that you’re the girl he’s going to spend the rest of his life with, maybe it’s both. You both said you were going to try to be on your best behavior, but right now, best behavior is the last thing you want.

“You’re feeling playful tonight.” you gasp as Tim’s hand slips up the bottom of the shirt you borrowed from him to sleep in. His hand settles against your bare cunt and he bites back a groan, his gaze fixing on you. “I’m not the one sleepin’ without panties, baby girl.” he points out, a taunting huskiness to his voice when he locks eyes with you. “I thought we said we weren’t gonna…” he’s touching you all over, his hand rubbing and squeezing your cunt as you rock yourself against it before you even stop to consider just how much noise your old mattress makes or the fact that your parents are night owls and right now, at this very moment, they’re watching the 11 o’clock news downstairs in the living room.

It’s kind of hot, the thought of Tim screwing you in your old bed, bodies tangled for hours in your old Care Bears bed sheets -that of course, your mother left on your bed to troll you, most likely. And when you rock yourself against him after turning so that your ass is pressed right against his semi-hard cock, he bites back a groan and his hands squeeze both your hip and your cunt as he presses himself into you from behind a little better as he laughs against the shell of your ear, “Do y’ really want all your stuffed animals to see what I wanna do t’ you, baby girl?”

“P-please.” you moan out, the sound seems to echo and as you rock against him again with more force, the bed frame creaks, this makes you freeze just slightly. Then you’re thinking about it and laughing at yourself. “Tim, please.” you beg all over again. “I know we said we wouldn’t..” you whine as you rock yourself into him even more, “but I want it so bad.” you moan out the words, both of you freezing when you think you hear footsteps out in the hallway.

His hand starts to rub your dripping sex again and if you thought it was throbbing before, it’s so much worse now. He nips at your earlobe and chuckles quietly. “Think you can stay quiet?” he’s almost taunting you and the look in his eyes when he rolls you so that you’re laying on your back and gazing up at him, it’s so playful like he’s teasing you. Challenging you to stay quiet. Something tells you already that he’s going to see to it that you can’t.

And this is a side of him that you haven’t seen often. He’s playful and teasing.

“If it means you’ll give me what I want,..” you roll over to face him and beg as you grab his face with your hands so that his mouth crashes against yours all over again. The bed frame lets out several long and loud creaks in the darkness of the bedroom and both of you share a look as you freeze yet again when you hear the toilet down the hall flush and footsteps make their way past your bedroom door. 

Tim starts to move down your body, settling himself between your thighs as he wraps his arms around them to hold you open. His tongue drags over the insides of your thigh slowly and when his teeth sink in, leaving a harsh bite against your soft and wet flesh, you just barely manage to stop the high pitched whine short so that it leaves your mouth in a quieter one. Your fingers catch in his hair and you tug as his tongue drags up your throbbing sex, circling your clit, teasing until you have to pull his hair harder like he loves. You’re already so vocal, quiet whimpers and moans as he buries his tongue inside your cunt, fingers joining it a few seconds later. You’re trying to fuck yourself against his tongue but his hand catches hold of your hip, holding you against the bed so your movement is limited.

“Tim, I–” you whine, back arching away from the bed as he chuckles against your clit and the husky sound sends a jolt racing through your entire being, your toes beginning to dig against the printed bedsheets. “Yeah, doll?” he questions and you can hear the amusement in his tone when he chuckles again after a second or two. “Shh..” he taunts, his tongue and fingers burying deeper inside of you after he’s done leaving a string of bite marks and love bites on the inside of your thigh while bucking himself against the bed.

His cock is hard enough that it hurts and any friction is better than none until he’s finally inside of you. You whine out loud when you feel his tongue form the first letter of his first name against your sensitive and throbbing cunt. By the time he reaches the O, you’re almost shaking, barely holding on and you know you’re not nearly as quiet as you promised you’d be. But you also know by the smirk you can feel against your pelvic mound that this is exactly what Tim was hoping for, he wanted to make you a little louder, maybe even scream for him once or twice. It’s a rush for both of you, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t.

“C’mon doll, I can feel y’ tense up.. Let go, will ya?” he coaxes, your first orgasm shattering through you after he’s spelled out his name between your thighs and you’ve barely managed to keep from moaning even louder. If you could, you’d scream for him right now, that’s how good it feels when he gets like this and tries to draw everything out. And the fact that you’re both trying not to be loud or obvious only makes things feel heightened.

He glances up at you, your juices and his saliva glistening on his mouth and chin as he licks his lips. 

You’re raising up carefully to grip his chin and crash your mouth against his, the taste of you heavy on your tongue as you pull him into a deep kiss. “It’s my turn.” you mumble. Tim chuckles and shakes his head, rutting himself into you as he comes up from between the sheets and gently shoves you back down against the mattress, burying his cock inside of you. 

“Tomorrow night, alright? I just… Fuck, darlin.. I gotta be inside you.” he groans out against the shell of your ear as he starts to fuck into you slow and steady, an arm raised in a vain effort to keep the headboard from slamming against the wall with each thrust. The quiet creaking of the mattress sounds like it’s loud enough to wake the dead in the now silent house and both of you are fully aware that your parents have just turned off the television downstairs to come up to their own room for bed. As their footsteps make haste past your old bedroom door, Tim goes still inside you and you try to move a little, making him groan against your neck as his lips latch on.  “Easy, baby girl.” he coaxes, sinking in to the hilt but going still all over again as the bathroom door down the hall creaks open and a sliver of light slips in through the crack in the bedroom door. You’re kissing and sucking his neck, your soft whines against his skin making him chuckle. “Baby, you really want it, hm?” he asks, starting to move. Slowly at first, almost painfully so. Your walls squeezing his cock has him growling against the shell of your ear softly as he tells you just how he can’t wait to fill you full.

The more he talks and the slower, deeper he fucks into you, the wetter you get, the lewd slosh as his cock slips in and buries with each deep thrust making him feral. You’re whining again, and it’s getting louder with each steady thrust he makes into you. He’s kissing you and biting at your neck gently, your fingers are digging into his shoulder and dragging over his scalp and it’s just too much when combined with the way your walls vise his thick length so he goes still.

“Love you, princess.”

“Love you too, baby.. Don’t stop don’tstoppleasedon’t..” you’re begging him to move again because you were so close to your second orgasm and all you want is for him to allow it. He chuckles because he can feel the way you’re tense beneath him. “Gonna cum for me again, baby girl?” he coaxes, almost teasing you as he starts to fuck into you all over again, slower -with each stroke nearly bringing his length all the way out only to slam back into your cunt deeper, tip brushing the spongy soft of your g-spot every other stroke because he’s getting a huge kick out of the way you’re trying so hard not to cum for him just yet and he’s determined to make you, one way or another.

“Tim, fuck..” you whine in need.

“C’mon, baby, you know what I want.” he coaxes, his mouth crashing against yours as your orgasm rips through you a second time, and kissing you only slightly deafens the moan that comes out of your mouth just a little. Your nails drag over his shoulders only to curl against muscle and dig in, leaving crescent imprints against his skin as he starts to fuck into you harder and deeper, bottoming out with every stroke as he fights off his own orgasm and grips the headboard to keep it from smashing up against the wall. But he can’t hold off much longer.

“Gonna..” he growls out against the top of your breast as his mouth latches against soft skin, “Gonna cum, fuck..” he groans as his cock starts to pulse, his seed painting your walls white as he covers your face, neck and chest in kisses, clumsy out of tempo thrusts to fuck him right through his orgasm before he goes still against you and kisses the top of your forehead. 

“Have you ever…” he questions, making you blush and giggle as you shake your head no. “Nope.. I mean, aside from getting myself off a few times in college..” and your answer has Tim grinning in the darkness as he positions himself in the too-small bed behind you, neither of you even attempting to bother getting redressed as sleep settles in for both of you…

[ashes-writing]

h a n d s | stranger things ; s.harrington

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** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The kink used for this prompt is one of my own personal ones, and it's quirofilia, which basically means I have a thing for hands..**

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ; 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊

Summary ;

--- His hands have always turned you on.

Pairing ;

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, lustful touching, kissing, teasing heavily implied. Heavy emphasis on hands / mouth.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my stranger things taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@tbmunson bestie, this is for you because after we talked this came together so fucking well, ahhhhh. you're amazing, alright?

@allelitesmut

@aries-arcade 

@aurumbelis

@chieflawyerpastatoad

@cole22ann 

@ebonybloom 

@heyaitsklaudia 

@hoeshii 

@krys-orion

@letsbedragonstogether 

@liberhoe 

@m-rae23 

@multi-fandom-lover7667

@musichealsscars 

@oflavenderandevie 

@scoobiessnacks 

@secretsicanthideanymore 

@sparkletash

@star-light30

@suits-and-smirks 

@thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles 

@thechoiceslookgrimm 

@untitledarea

@untoldshortsofthefandoms 

You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear Barb Holland’s soft laugh from behind you in the doorway. Nancy walks up behind her and nudges her, nodding to you. “What’s she staring at?”

“Steve. She’s been watching him with the dopiest grin for about a minute now. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it feels good that we’re not staging an intervention and dragging her out of her room because of that breakup, but…” Barb’s words trail off and Nancy leans in to whisper, “I wonder if her little crush on him has come back yet?”

“From the looks of it, yeah.” Barb laughs softly.

She taps you on the shoulder and you nearly jump out of your skin, whirling around to face her with your cheeks on fire and a hand in your hair. “I uh.. I smelled something good so I came out to investigate. Did either of you know he could cook?” you’re biting your lip and the faraway look in your eyes has both Nancy and Barb sharing a look and then looking at you before bursting into laughter.

Steve clears his throat from the kitchen, nodding to the way the three of you are huddled together in the doorway, talking back and forth. You don’t notice the way his eyes fix on you and linger, moving over your body really slow, his own cheeks reddening as soon as his gaze settles on your legs and he realizes that you’re wearing a baggy shirt and nothing else. He swallows hard and bites his lip, glancing from you to Barb and Nancy, back to you. “What’s goin on?”

“Nothing.”

“We just came by to see if we were going to have to drag ___ out of her room by the hair.” Barb gives you a gentle and concerned smile and Nancy does the same, speaking up to add, “We just wanted to make sure you were okay.” addressing you directly.

You manage a weak smile and shrug. “It is what it is.”

You’re not paying attention to it when he does it, but Steve’s eyes settle on you and the concern in them is clear as day. Both Barb and Nancy pick up on this, nudging each other as Barb nods to the door of the apartment. “Maybe we should uh… Go run that errand.”

“Huh?”

Barb nudges her friend just a little harder, practically shoving her through the front door and out into the corridor of your apartment building. You laugh softly and shake your head as the two of them disappear, the front door shutting behind them. “That wasn’t weird at all.” you muse quietly, stretching a little before you turn around.

Steve is leaning in the doorway now and he’s staring at you intently. “They were worried about you.” and it goes unsaid, but he’s also thinking that he’s been worried about you himself. You manage a second weak smile and nod, shrugging like the breakup with your only boyfriend to date isn’t a big deal. It hurts, but it’s not killing you like you thought it would. You’ve just been taking some much needed time for yourself the past few days.

To stick close to home. Close to Steve, even though you cannot, under any circumstance, let yourself even attempt to admit it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Steve snaps his fingers in front of your face and you blink, your daze starts to thin out. You can feel your cheeks burning up and when you realize how close he’s standing to you -or how close you’ve migrated to him because one of you moved and honestly, you were so zoned out staring at him that you’re just not sure who moved,  you swallow hard, swallowing down a quiet whine. He’s gazing at you now, trying not to get lost in your eyes.

The pasta in the pot is boiling and you nod to it. “Your um… noodles.” you mumble quietly. Steve swears under his breath and makes his way into the kitchen, turning off the stove eye. You wander in behind him and before you can stop yourself, you’re standing close but not too close -at least hopefully you’re not too close, so when he turns around, it puts you both body to body again.

“Hey, since you’re finally out of your room, you can try something.”

“Please?” your stomach growls as soon as you go quiet and Steve’s looking at you in concern all over again. You bite your lip as you stare up at him. When he reaches for the soup ladle, your eyes fix on his hands.

Strong and muscular. Every movement it takes to scoop soup into the ladle makes veins stand out just slightly. You’re clenching your thighs all over again before you can stop yourself because you’re thinking about other things he can do with his hands and you’re getting wetter by the second. You want to kick yourself because this is quite literally out of the frying pan and into the fire for you, but if you have to be honest with yourself, Steve Harrington has just always been the boy you’ve pined away for in secret. He’s always been the one you really wanted, you just won’t let yourself have him.

Steve’s holding the spoon up to your lips after he’s blown on it. “It’s kinda hot.” he warns as you open your mouth, wrapping it around the spoon. And the entire time, all you can do is stare at the way his hands hold the spoon. His fingers and the veins on them have your full attention, so much so that you almost forget to swallow the bite you’ve been given to try.

You groan as the taste of creamy chicken noodle soup rolls down your throat, bursting. “This is good.” you mumble as Steve pulls the spoon out of your mouth and chuckles.

You’re still staring at his hand, transfixed.

When he catches on to it, he swallows hard. Drags a hand over the back of his head and this makes your gaze move upward, hone on the way his hand is buried in his hair. You shake your head to bring yourself back into reality and he’s stepped closer to you all over again.

When he rests the back of his hand against your forehead, you can’t stop the little whimper that leaves your mouth. You raise a brow as you make yourself look him in the eyes, praying to any god who might be listening that he didn’t just hear the sound you made.

Unfortunately -or fortunately, he did.

And it’s starting to click for him.. The way you’re always staring at his hands, especially when he’s using them to do things.

He smirks a little, chuckles quietly. “You stare at my hands… Like a lot.”

“What?” you scoff, eyes widened in mock offense, “I do not!”

“You do.”

“Do not!” you argue back, giving a little pout as you stick out your tongue. Steve’s the one with the staring problem now, watching intently as your tongue rolls over the outline of your lips. Lips that he’s thought about kissing a time or two, even if he doesn’t quite know how to admit it.

“Fine..” Steve chuckles quietly after making himself stop staring at your mouth, “Then you won’t mind this.” his hands skim up and down your sides and you do it again, you whine just like you did a few seconds ago when he first noticed the way you’re always staring at his hands. Your eyes dart down for a split second and you swallow hard, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat at the way his touch feels. Clumsy and gentle. Tentative. Like he’s trying to tease you a little, but he’s also honoring your personal space at the same time.

Which is honestly the last thing you ever really want him to do.

He’s stepped even closer to you so the second you melt against him just slightly, it closes all the space between you both completely. “I saw you stare at my hands again.” he’s teasing you in a husky murmur against the shell of your ear, making you look up and meet his gaze, pouting a little. But the way you’re all flushed right now gives you away so much more than you realize.

“Yeah? Well I saw you stare at my mouth.” you’re sassy when you say it and he chuckles. The sound is lower. Deeper. Your thighs squeeze together tighter and you tilt your head a little to look up at him, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. And bingo, wouldn’t you know… Big brown eyes are glued to your mouth as you bite your lip.

And you’re going back in your mind, you’re trying to convince yourself that he doesn’t stare at you as much as you stare at him and you’ve almost got yourself convinced until you feel his hands skimming up and down your sides all over again, settling on your hips as he pulls you back into him all over again and thick digits squeeze down against your hips like he’s trying to hold you there, as close as he can get you. He removes a hand from your hip and you’re pouting about it until his arm is wrapped around you in a lazy sort of half-hug.

You finally manage to pull yourself together enough to look up at him and you slow blink, dazed to find that he was already staring down at you. And now, you’re standing here staring at each other quietly. Your hand raises and settles palm down against his bare chest and he can’t stop the quiet groan when it comes. Or the way his hand squeezes your hip just a little tighter and this in turn, rubs you against him just the slightest. 

His eyes dart down, settling on the way your hand is against his chest and he feels his breath hang in his throat all over again. The air is getting thicker, you feel it and you’re half wondering if he does too but you can’t bring yourself to say anything. 

Staring down at the way your hand looks so delicate against his chest has him getting hard and he’s too dazed to really stop and think about it. He’s realizing how much shorter you are than he is too, with your forehead hitting him right between his pecs. It’s always been a turn on for him, so this doesn’t help matters any.

You’re not sure why you do it, but when he raises a hand to push your shaggy bangs out of your eyes, you raise your other hand, grabbing hold of his wrist. Keeping his hand against the side of your face and god help you, all you can do is stare up at him, not saying anything, neither of you making any real move to separate from the way you’re pressed dangerously close to each other.

Your breath catches in your throat when he finally does something and what he does is to step into you so that your lower back meets the edge of the counter. Then he’s towering over you, an arm raised to hold a pot hanging overhead back so that it doesn’t swing down and in between your faces as his mouth drifts closer and closer to yours. You reach up and place your hand on the column of his neck, pulling his mouth down and against yours completely. Your legs wrap around his waist as your tongue slips between his lips and you caress his face. Steve’s breath catches in his throat and he gasps into the deepening kiss. His hand settles on your thigh, fingers splayed, squeezing your thigh. When he feels the way you cross your legs behind him to pull him into you even more, he groans quietly into the kiss. Your other hand raises and your fingers drag over his scalp. The kiss finally breaks so that you can both breathe and you pull apart just a little, but you’re melted against him. He reaches out and grabs your jaw, giving a gentle squeeze as he gets you looking up at him again.

“Why do you stare at my hands all the time?”

You stumble for an answer at first -at least one that doesn’t seem weird, but then you open your mouth and the truth comes out. “Your hands, they uh… They turn me on, okay?”

“Shit.” he blinks slow, eyes fixed on your mouth intently and this prompts you to ask him why he stares at your mouth. 

“Your mouth turns me on.” he chuckles, going a little red in the face, dropping his gaze to your bare legs for a second or two. You make him look up at you, licking your lips when he’s looking. He gives a quiet whine and you lean in, pulling him into another kiss….

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 ; 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢

Summary ;

--- You're such a pretty little thing Kit Walker could just eat you up...

Pairing ;

Kit Walker x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, food play / heavy foreplay, oral sex (male giving), biting / marking, overstimulation - if you squint.

Taglist ;

--- the people listed below are the only ones I have on my american horror story taglist. If you'd like to be added, click the little link up top.

@krys-orion

@hajimaaaaaa

His eyes are glued to the tops of your breast and you bite your lips, cheeks burning hot. “What are you looking at?”

Wordlessly, Kit leans in and down, his mouth dancing against soft skin and as his tongue darts out, licking up the sliver of chocolate sauce you had on your chest, he smirks against your skin before glancing up at you and licking his lips. He chuckles quietly. “You had some chocolate..” he trails off. You’re leaning towards him now with a finger full of whipped cream which you drag right down the side of his neck. As you drag your tongue upwards over his pulse, licking up the sweet cream, he bites back a growl. “Fuckin…” he groans, “Doll, shit.” he sucks in a sharp breath.

But then he’s pushing you back against the table and reaching for the chocolate syrup as he licks his lips and uses one of his hands to spread your legs, opening you up wide for him. “My turn now, doll.” and the way he licks his lips has you wet in seconds, whimpering at the way chocolate sauce is drizzled against your bare thigh as soon as he’s paused to rip open the front of the work shirt you’d stolen from him to wear. He dips his head down, a leg over his shoulder as his tongue makes a broad stripe right up the inside of your thigh. His teeth latch against your skin, forming a line of bruises and bites marching up the inside of your thigh and your fingers clutch at his shoulder, crescent moon shaped imprints left behind by your nails. 

His nose buries in your heat and he groans out that you’re sweeter than candy and he’s about to get himself a real good taste and then your nails are digging into his shoulder all over again as he tears off your panties and tosses them onto the kitchen floor. The bottle of chocolate syrup is picked up again, drizzled against your other thigh as he turns his attention to it, tongue rolling right up the inside, leaving marks behind all over again.

One of your hands settles in thick and dark hair and you tug, pushing his mouth down where you need it most as his arms hook beneath your thighs, his hands settling on your hips to hold you flat against the table so that he controls every single move you’re allowed to make. He growls quietly and you whine in need. His lips latch onto your clit and he’s sucking, tongue rolling around the hooded bundle of nerves until you try to arch your back and roll your hips against his mouth only to find your movement limited by his hands and the way they grip your hips so tight.

“Thatta girl. Just be still for daddy, hm?” he drawls out lazily as he starts to drag his tongue in the shape of a K, one long stroke right up the center of your cunt and two shorter ones to form the upper and lower legs of the letter. You whine in need and try again to move and you’re rewarded with Kit’s tongue burying deep inside your cunt as he growls and laps up the wetness, the lewd sounds of him licking you clean have you whining all over again and begging him for more. He’s moved onto the I now, and your nails dance down his back as you hiss and tense up, the coil in your stomach only growing tighter. “Baby, I… Please..” you beg breathlessly, “Wanna feel you inside…” you moan out, the sound echoing off the walls of the cheery yellow kitchen. “Not yet, doll… Just be a good girl, let me get another taste.”

But you know where this is heading. He’ll let you get off and then he’ll coax you into doing it again. And again. And again until you’re all fucked out and shaking, crying because he’s making you feel so good every single time that it physically hurts.

And all you can do is lie pinned against the dining room table and let him sate his appetite. Not that you mind or anything…