#stranger things poly

[fbfh]

lesson learned (maybe) - billy hargrove x reader x steve harrington smut

word count: 4.1k

genre: SMUT FILTH LEMONIEST LEMON

pairing: billy and steve x reader (afab/fem terminology/she her but minimal pronoun usage)

summary: When you inadvertantly cop an attitude, Billy and Steve decide to fuck a little respect into you.

warnings: dom billy, softer dom steve, manhandling, multiple daddys, reader is called a brat, spanking, billy's rings, strenth kink (if that exists), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, dumbification, some babying/infantalization, sexy condescending, petnames (princess, angel, honey bunny, pooh bear, good girl, love bug, doll face, sugar lips, toots, ), steve's chest hair <3, billy's necklace <3, "don't look at him, look at me, face grabbing, prolonged eye contact, hair/top of head petting (in a condesending way not a long silky tresses way), sexy punishments, mentions of orgasm denial/edging/overstimulation, hearing smwn get undressed behind you, mostly clothed sex, head down ass up position, praise, reader has fuck me eyes, coochie spreading, hair pulling, mouth fucking/m recieving oral, cervix kissing, spitroasting, double penetration, face fucking, breeding (it's billy ofc there's breeding), attention kink????, clit play/rubbing, checking on your partner during intense sex, surprise (but still fully consetual) anal, some feral billy, cum as lube, emotional intimacy, steve has sensitive hair, choking/neck grabbing for a hot second, nipple/boob play, groping, neck kisses and hickeys, a lot of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, aftercare, kisses and cuddles, sleeping sammiched between two hot buff men (the dream), implications of future bratty reader

music rec: masochist - palaye royale (I didn't have a specific song I was listening to while writing this it was just a lot of underground krnb and the same two pop punk groups but I feel like this fits pretty well)

a/n: holy fucking shit this got off the rails so fast I think it might actualy be worse than daddy sorry

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ALSO HAPPY STRANGER THINGS 4 V1!!!!!!! I hope this doesn't wreck all of us like I know it will lmao

tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @Sad-brunnettee @justbookworm

AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+!!!!! Also everything that happens in this fic is totally consentual and bc it's fiction it doesn't follow all the real life rules and ettiquete so make sure irl you're communicating with your partners and taking care of each other <3

You think you’ve come to know Billy and Steve pretty well in the time you’ve spent together, and right now, just by the look on his face, you can tell things with Billy are about to get really intense. 

“Did you just give me attitude?”

“What?” you ask, meeting his intense gaze, heart beating faster at his words. Billy’s voice is dangerous, causing you to freeze in your tracks. “No, I-” “Cause that sounded like attitude.” He concludes, voice almost too calm, too quiet. He’s watching you, waiting for your next move. You take too long, you suppose, because before you know it, Billy’s throwing you over his shoulder and storming straight to the bedroom. 

“Billy!” you protest, fighting a flustered giggle.

“You wanna act like a brat?” he asks rhetorically, starting to set you down, eyes burning into yours, “I’ll show you what happens to brats who give their daddies attitude.” After that moment of intense, lingering eye contact, he sits on the edge of the bed, and bends you over his lap. 

“Billy-” your protest wilts in your throat as he lands a smack to your ass, sending burning heat straight to your core. It’s a warning to behave, and one that you listen to. 

“You wanna try that again?” he asks, voice low and dangerous. Your silence is deafening. You stop squirming against him, and he accepts that as you submitting to him, finally listening to your daddy like a good girl should. 

“Good,” he states, seeming more calm than before now that you’re listening to him. “Now count.” He orders, that stern, dominant edge right back in his voice. You feel him flip up your skirt and pull down your panties, laying another harsh smack to your ass. The feeling of his big hands and cold rings against your bare, warm flesh sends heat and sticky arousal pooling against your exposed slit. You whimper, embarrassed at how fast he has you wrapped around his finger. His other hand presses between your shoulder blades, holding you firmly in place. He’s so jacked it’s not like he can’t manhandle you when he wants to. 

“I said,” he repeats, hand still on your ass, fingers beginning to rub at your dripping, puffy cunt, “count.”  

“C’mon, don’t be so mean, Billy,” you look up - as much as you’re able to in your current position - at Steve, who’s just entered the room. Relief washes over you. Steve’s presence has always been able to soften some of Billy’s rougher edges, and you can always count on him to play the good cop. Before you can let out your sigh of relief, Steve crouches down to your level, looking at you with that sweet, saccharine look of his. 

“Dumb little baby can’t even count, can you, princess?” 

His voice is cloying and condescending as he grabs your cheeks, squishing them with one hand, and makes you shake your head no. 

“That’s what I thought.” he states, patting your cheek, and standing up to address Billy. “See? Not fair.” 

You stare at the carpet where he stands for a moment, before he walks back toward the bed. If Steve isn’t going easy on you, you’re going to be in for a really, really long night. This thought, paired with his words and condescending tone has you dripping all over Billy’s fingers, something you’re sure he won’t let you live down. 

You assume Steve had some kind of exchange with Billy, because a moment later, Billy picks you up, and sets you down, kneeling on the foot of the bed. Steve is reclining in front of you, splayed out and bulging in his pants. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, and you can see his chest hair poking through on the exposed skin not covered by his tank top. He curls his fingers, motioning for you to crawl towards him, and you do without a thought. “Princess,” he starts, “what you did was real disrespectful, real naughty,” he amends, dumbing down his choice of words. “Do you understand?” he asks, waiting for your response. You nod. 

“Apologize to Billy.” he says, nodding over in his direction. You turn back to Billy, also rock hard in his pants. His button up is almost entirely open, and aside from the necklace resting on his collar bones, his chest is bare. You look up at him, his eyes smoldering into yours, and turn away. You can feel him watching you, expectant, and you look back up at him. 

“Sorry Billy,” you say quietly. 

He sighs, looking away for a second, then right back at you with that same intense eye contact. “...Sorry for what.”

It should be a question, but it’s a statement, an order. You blanch, mind going blank. You turn back to Steve, but before you can, Billy grabs your face, making you look back at him. 

“Don’t look at him.” he warns, keeping your attention where he wants it, “What are you sorry for?”

“Billy…” Steve sighs, unsaid words hanging in the air. Don’t be so hard on you, you’re too dumb to understand what’s going on. They share a glare, and you only see Billy’s half of the silent conversation. Finally, he looks back down at you. He seems slightly softer than before, but still just as intense. He crouches down to your eye level, voice low and deliberate. 

“I’m going to ask one more time, sugar lips. What are you sorry for?” 

You blink, brain short circuiting as you try desperately to scramble for an answer. God, you swear it’s on the tip of your tongue. A few moments pass with you giving him an adorable blank look, struggling for an answer. He looks like he’s about to give up when you manage to choke something out.

“Being disrespectful?” you ask, watching his reaction closely. He smirks, holding back a chuckle. 

“For being disrespectful.” Billy repeats, seeming satisfied with your answer. He leans down, pressing a hot kiss to your lips, then nodding his head for you to go back to Steve. You turn to him, and he pats the bed. You start to crawl over, and as you turn around, Billy places another affectionate smack on your still exposed ass. You can feel yourself dripping, and he smirks at the sticky arousal left on his hand. 

Once you get closer to Steve, he has you lay between his legs. Your face is dangerously close to his bulge as he begins to pet your hair. 

“Wow, disrespectful,” he says, voice both loving and cloyingly patronizing, “that’s a big girl word, isn’t it?” you nod, and he smiles, agreeing, “Yeah. Can you spell disrespectful?” he asks slowly.

“Uh…” you start, thoughts foggy from all the attention and coddling they’ve been giving you. Before you can try, Steve continues. 

“I didn’t think so.” he states, “That’s okay, though, good girls don’t need to be good at spelling, not when they listen to their daddies.”

His voice instantly makes you feel more relaxed, and he continues to pat your head absentmindedly. He has another silent conversation with Billy, but this time, you only see Steve’s side. He rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you. 

“That was a good sorry you said to Billy, good job, angel.” 

He smiles, and you start to relax. You’re just starting to think you got away with avoiding one of Billy’s insane punishments - usually involving a lot of orgasm denial, edging, and overstimulation, and will go on for hours until you can’t even remember your own name. Right then, Steve’s hand moves from your hair to your face, guiding you to look up at him. You hear the unmistakable noise of Billy undoing his belt behind you, and beginning to take off his pants.

“Unfortunately, you did misbehave, so we’re still going to have to punish you.” 

Your pupils dilate and you feel the weight of the bed shift behind you as Billy moves closer. He grabs your hips, hoisting them up and back to him so you’re bent over ass up, groping your  squishy flesh with his big strong hands, as Steve simultaneously thrusts his hips up to slide down his jeans and boxers enough to pull out his cock. It hangs in front of you, red and dripping precum, and your mouth waters at the sight. Steve grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, and holding his throbbing cock in the other.

“Open up, honey bunny…” he tantalizes, letting out a long sigh as you sink your soft, warm, beautiful mouth over his cock. He lets out a low moan.

“Oh, there’s a good girl, good girl, pooh bear…” His cock is massive, already pulsing and dripping delicious precum down your throat. The familiar feeling, taste, weight of his cock in your mouth drags you even deeper into the hazy warmth of their embrace. Right as you’re starting to get comfortable groping and sucking of Steve’s cock, right when his hands have found their place in your hair and his head is tilted back, eyes angled down to watch you suck him off with that loving smile at the corners of his mouth, right when you bat your pretty little doe eyes that just scream fuck me daddy up at him, Billy plunges two of his long, thick fingers deep inside your dripping, burning heat, spreading you open. 

You let out a choked moan at the sensation of Billy’s fingers keeping your dripping heat on full display, causing Steve’s cock to twitch inside you. He tugs on your hair to keep you focused. You look back up at Steve, trying to keep your attention on working your mouth around his cock, hungry for more praise from his pretty lips. Behind you, Billy curls his fingers against your sensitive walls, waking you up from the inside. He lets out a long, low whistle, admiring you all spread out for him.

“Fucking dripping…” he muses, and you can practically see the smirk on his face from his tone alone. 

“‘Course she is,” Steve interjects, agreeing, “look at her.” He watches you suckle his cock, eyes half lidded, drool and precum pooling at the corners of your mouth. Billy continues, voice low as he works his fingers deeper inside you, rubbing at your bumpy walls 

“Tell daddy how much you love his fingers, princess…” 

You try, gurgling around Steve’s cock, and he lets out a sharp moan, gripping your hair even harder. Billy chuckles, and Steve glares at him in a warning. Billy continues, chuckling as he stretches you out in preparation for you to take his massive cock. His fingers reach so deep inside you, touching places you never could have imagined before knowing him. He scissors your spongy walls with his thick fingers, his hands so strong that even your tightness provides little resistance against him. Steve sighs, still gripping your hair as he slowly starts to buck his hips in and out of your mouth, helping you along as you bob your head.

“Just like that,” Steve moans, gazing down at you, “good girl, pooh bear…” 

“God your tight little cunt dripping for me, dollface,” Billy states, yet again landing a smack on your ass. He chuckles as you flutter around him. 

“You like when Stevie praises you like that?” Billy asks, scissoring your walls, once again deeply stretching you in preparation for your cock. You gurgle around Steve, who bucks his hips at the sensation.

“Oh, you just love this, don’t you princess?” Steve asks rhetorically, as Billy suddenly, finally plunges his cock into your dripping cunt. Your eyes roll back in your head as Billy works his thick, pulsing cock closer and closer to your cervix. He lets out a growling moan, panting and  adjusting to how tight you are, how perfectly you squeeze and rub his cock.

“Look at you, all pretty and full of cock,” Steve coos. You barely process what he said, that deep satisfaction of really being full still settling over you. Billy has one hand pressing down on your back, the other grabbing your hip and holding it close to him as he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, while Steve holds your head nice and steady, doing the same thing from the front. 

“You like that, sugar lips? Like it when daddy wrecks you with his cock?” Billy growls behind you, hand pressing against your stomach. The extra pressure and friction, paired with the feeling of the bulge he’s making in your tummy has you squeezing around him.

“Good job, princess… keep going, just like that…” Steve moans, voice breathy.

“Fuckin’ made for taking our cocks.” Billy agrees.

“Such a good girl for your daddies, angel.”

“Pretty thing like you just loves being bent over and bred, don’t you, dollface?”

All the attention, their continued torrent of filthy thoughts, and their cocks continuing to pound into you mercilessly from both ends has you squeezing and drooling around them. The erratic rhythm of their thrusts, sometimes in sync sometimes not, brings you drastically closer than before. Billy’s hand moves from his bulge pounding in and out of your tummy further down, and his fingers, still damp with your earlier arousal, begin playing with your clit. 

The added stimulation has you gurgling around Steve’s cock, yet again. Billy feels you tighten up around him, and he knows you’re close. He gives Steve a look, then bends over you, leaning closer to your ear. You can feel the cool metal of his necklace graze your back with every thrust. 

“You gonna cum for daddy, sugar?” Billy asks, and you can tell by the pace of his thrusts, the growl in his voice, the way he almost laughs at the end that all this is really riling him up. 

“Oh, is baby gonna make a big mess all over Billy’s cock?” Steve coos, punctuating with a particularly hard thrust into your mouth. 

Before you can even moan, you’re cumming hard. You clamp down around Billy’s cock, holding him in place while his hand carries you through your high, the other groping your hip. Your legs shake, and you moan, gurgling around Steve’s cock. They shower you in more praise and filthy sentiments, but it falls on deaf ears as you’re so blinded by your euphoria you lose your senses for a minute. Once you start to come back down to earth, you feel Steve scratch your head, and you glance up at him, eyes glassy.

“Still with us, love bug?” he asks. You nod, and you continue sucking on his cock, causing him to let out a hiss of air. “Good,” he concludes, proud of how well you’re trained, how fast you can bounce back, “cause we still have a lot to do tonight, don’t we, Billy?”

He agrees, and he’s soon back to the brutal pace he’d set before, this time amplified by the sensitivity from your orgasm. A little voice in the back of your mind is starting to wonder where the whole punishment part will come in. As intense and amazing as this is, you know it’s not what Steve, much less Billy, would qualify as a punishment. 

As all that is brewing in the back of your mind, you can feel Billy’s cool rings on your skin as he gathers up some of your sticky cum dripping out of your hole. Your eyes widen as he spreads your cheeks, and begins to rub it further up. Heat rushes to your face as he edges you, cock continuing to plunge in and out of you lower down. Behind you, you hear his voice, breathy and gravely and more turned on than you’ve ever heard it. 

“Gotta make sure you’re all stretched out everywhere, sugar lips,” he moans, rubbing against your puckered hole. He teases you, edging the sensitive flesh before popping his finger in, and lets out an unhinged laugh. 

“F-fuck, Harrington. You were right, she’s even tighter now…” Billy says with a moan.

“What did I tell you? If we- shit,” Steve cuts himself off as you mouth him more intensely in response to Billy fingering your ass while he fucks you. You moan around Steve, and Billy growls behind you. He picks up his pace, rubbing against your walls, fingering your honey even deeper into your previously untouched hole. He can feel his finger rubbing against his cock through the squishy wall barely separating them. You’re whining at his touch, rutting your hips back against his cock, as Steve thrusts steadily into your mouth. 

“Aww, does our slutty little baby like being stuffed full in every hole?” he purrs. Before you can consider trying to answer, he thrusts into your mouth, harder and faster than before. Billy works another finger into your previously untouched hole, both tightening around him at the entrance. His free hand slaps your ass, then returns to press into your back to stop you from squirming so much. 

“You like that, sugar lips?” Billy pants, smirking behind you. In front of you, Steve’s thrusts grow sloppy, and he pulls at your hair. 

“F-fuck, shit!” Steve hisses, pulling you closer to his hips as he finally spills his load down your throat. He tastes divine, and you work your tired jaw, swallowing as much of him as you can. He lets out a loud moan, throwing his head back and bucking into your soft mouth. His thick seed spills out of the corners of your mouth, and once he catches his breath, he finally pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. He gazes at you with that loving look, a smirk at the corners of his lips.

“You really are something special, you know that?”

A strand of your spit mixed with his cum connects your lips to the head of his cock for a moment as you look up at him, tongue lolled out and panting. You’re truly a sight to behold. Caressing the side of your face, he swipes off some of the cum from the corner of our mouth, holding up his hand and letting it drip for Billy to see. He humps into you harder, working his fingers deep into your ass, and lets out a groan at the sight of Steve’s cum and your spit dripping from his finger. 

“Shit! Playing dirty, Harrington…” he moans with a laugh. Billy pulls out of you suddenly, moving to the side and pulling your face towards his cock. You open automatically, and he smiles at how well trained you are. You take his throbbing length into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. After just a few pumps, he’s grabbing your face, pulling you closer to his hips as he blows his load down your throat. You swallow up his thick, creamy seed while his eyes burn into yours, watching every move you make. He pants, gaze unwavering. 

“...Such a good girl for me,” he says slowly, smirking down at you. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lean into his touch, his hands caressing your face, while Steve’s find their way to your hair again. Reluctantly, Billy pulls away, finally standing up and stretching. His muscles glisten, a thin sheen of sweat over his tan skin. Once again, he hoists you up effortlessly, and you let out a very cute noise of surprise.

“Up you go, doll face,” he says, wrapping your legs up high on his torso. Steve groans behind you, presumably stretching too, then you feel him press up against your back, pushing you closer to Billy and folding you in half. One of Billy’s hands rests on your ass, holding you up, and Steve’s arm snakes around to your chest, fondling your tits. 

“Alright,” Steve says, “now that she’s all stretched out…” You feel the heads of their cocks kiss your entrances. Billy smirks, his gaze smoldering and voice low.

“It’s time for your punishment, sugar lips.”

They both push their huge cocks into your tight holes. 

You’re overwhelmed by the sensation, already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, that the feeling of both their cocks fucking into you at once like this has your head spinning in the best way possible. Before you can dwell on that for too long, Steve begins nibbling on your ear and sucking a hickey into your neck, causing you to moan. 

“G-god,” you breathe, both your walls already tightening around them, as you try not to cum already. If you came undone this fast they would never let you hear the end of it. 

“Right here, toots,” Billy says, hand on your jaw, guiding you to look at him. His eyes burn into yours, and he smirks at the fucked out look on your face. Your stomach is pressed up against Billy’s abs, and you can feel the bulge of his cock, amplified by Steve’s cock fighting for space inside you. They press and rub against each other, throbbing against your warm, grippy walls. They soon settle into a rhythm that has you whining and squirming fruitlessly against their muscular bodies. 

“Good girl, good girl, baby,” Steve murmurs, as Billy continues to hold your eye contact. Desperate for something to hold onto, you reach back, pulling on Steve’s hair. 

“Oh f-fuck!” Steve moans, hips spasming and bucking into your ass. You whine at the motion and Billy laughs at his reaction. Steve moves his mouth dangerously close to your ear and his hand moves to your neck. 

“Play fair if you want to cum, angel,” he warns, almost laughing at how good that felt. He makes a mental note to have you do it again more, later, as they both continue to pound into you and feel you up. You’re surprised you’ve lasted this long, but you know it’s over when Steve starts playing with your nipples, pinching and rubbing them in that way that he knows makes heat pool between your legs. You gasp, and Billy takes the opportunity to place two of his fingers in your mouth. You hear Steve chuckle against your skin.

“Look at you with Billy’s fingers in your mouth, so pretty,” Steve coos in your ear, sending chills down your spine. It’s enough to send you over the edge again, and you moan out a muffled whine, squeezing and clamping around them, your legs shaking in their place around Billy’s waist. 

You’re not sure how long it goes on for, and by the time that they shoot their last load of hot, sticky cum up both your holes, you’ve lost count of how many orgasms they’ve drawn out of you.

“Shit!” Steve hisses, continuing to fuck his cum deeper inside your ass, stretching you out and pumping you full “Oh god!” His moans are loud in spite of the fact that they’re partially muffled by his face in your neck. Finally, Billy follows suit, blowing his load inside your dripping pussy for the last time tonight. His eyes burn into yours as he moans out a laugh, hips bucking sporadically. 

“F-fuck- just love being bred and stuffed in every hole, don’t you doll face?” his breath is warm against your face as he continues his torrent of filthy thoughts, riding out his high, “Huh?” He coaxes, “Want me and Harrington to fuck a baby into you? Knock you up real good…”

Eventually, somehow they run out of stamina, the thrusting of their cocks slowing down and finally coming to a stop, where they pull out of you with more gratuitously wet noises than you’ve ever heard. You rest your head on Billy’s chest, totally spaced out, only able to briefly muse that they were successful in fucking you until you can’t think straight. 

When you’re all cleaned up, they curl up in bed on either side of you, Steve pulling you close to his bare chest, Billy’s grip on your waist rock strong. He guides you to look over at him, to which you comply, and he catches your mouth in another deep, open mouthed kiss.

“I think you learned your lesson, didn’t you doll face?” He asks, taking a moment to gaze at you lovingly. You nod, humming in response before curling up into Steve’s chest. They both settle against you, sandwiching you tightly between their warm, muscular bodies. “Eh, she’s not going to act up like that again,” Steve concludes, patting your hip, and Billy chuckles.

“Got that right.” 

In the few moments before you almost instantaneously fall asleep, you think you might just act up like that again. Especially if it leads to this much fun. 

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hey! i go by she/her pronouns, im queer and love movies, anime and writing <3

requests are open for stranger things! i write for nancy wheeler, steve harrington, eddie munson, chrissy cunningham and robin buckley. i write for the younger kids as well but NO smut for them! im also comfortable with doing headcanons and blurbs! nsfw and sfw :))

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(looks at the time) ooh... the bitching hour

[theemporium]

you have been invited to cece's smutober event! pick a day and dive right in. but be warned of the spooky surprises you may encounter.

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day one: steve harrington + dry humping day two: lando norris + phone sex day three: james potter + erotica day four: quinn hughes + car sex day five: charlos + free use day six: theo nott + humiliation day seven: dando + blindfold day eight: remus lupin + chocolate day nine: max verstappen + somnophilia day ten: luke hughes + cockwarming day eleven: lestappen + objectification day twelve: eddie munson + squirting day thirteen: poly!marauders + orgasm control day fourteen: daniel ricciardo + first time day fifteen: harry styles + filming day sixteen: jack hughes + thigh riding day seventeen: sebastian vettel + corruption day eighteen: steve harrington + breeding kink day nineteen: wolfstar + sex pollen day twenty: charles leclerc + aphrodisiac day twenty-one: sirius black + semi-public sex day twenty-two: carlando + seduction day twenty-three: trevor zegras + overstimulation day twenty-four: norstappen + mile high club day twenty-five: steddie + cuckholding day twenty-six: charlando + tit-fucking day twenty-seven: eddie munson + mastrubation day twenty-eight: maxiel + heat day twenty-nine: jack hughes and trevor zegras + intoxication day thirty: carlos sainz + manhandling day thirty-one: steddie + wet dream

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[myfictionaldreams]

😈Kinktober Masterlist 2022

Better late than never, am I right? Hello my dears, welcome to my first ever Kinktober and only a month late!

I hope you enjoy them as much as I’ve enjoyed writing them. Warnings will be included in each fic, so please read these before proceeding.

main masterlists // AO3

Day 1: Hair pulling ~ Eddie Munson x f!reader

Day 2: Mommy kink ~ Steven Grant x f!reader

Day 3: Double penetration ~ Steve / Bucky x f!reader

Day 4: Begging ~ Frank Castle x f!reader

Day 5: Clothed sex ~ Loki x f!reader

Day 6: Menstruation ~ Bucky x f!reader

Day 7: Milking ~ James Potter x f!reader

Day 8: Fucking Machines ~ Helmut Zemo x f!reader

Day 9: Anal Sex ~ Tony Stark x f!reader

Day 10: Overstimulation ~ Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Day 11: Sensory Deprivation ~ Jake Lockley x f!reader

Day 12: Ruined Orgasm ~ Mafia! Steve Rogers x f!reader

Day 13: Fisting ~ Sirius Black x f!reader

Day 14: Orgasm Denial/Delay ~ Remus Lupin x f!reader

Day 15: Begging ~ Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Day 16: First Time ~ Steven Grant x f!reader

Day 17: Magic ~ Draco Malfoy x f!reader

Day 18: Cockwarming ~ Professor Remus Lupin x f!reader

Day 19: Dacryphilia ~ Eddie Munson x f!reader

Day 20: Breeding ~ Frank Castle x f!reader

Day 21: Praise Kink ~ Marc Spector x f!reader

Day 22: Size Difference ~ James / Sirius x f!reader

Day 23: Hate Fucking ~ Helmut Zemo x f!reader

Day 24: Choking ~ Steve / Bucky x f!reader

Day 25: Face Sitting ~ Eddie Munson x f!reader

Day 26: Somnophilia ~ Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Day 27: Keeping Quiet ~ Draco Malfoy x f!reader

Day 28: Car Sex ~ Jake Lockley x f!reader

Day 29: Aftercare ~ The marauders x f!reader

Day 30: Squirting ~ Steve Rogers x f!reader

Day 31: Voyeurism/Exhibitionist~ Remus + Sirius/James x f!reader 

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Better Than Nine to Five

hi guys i wrote this quite a while ago!! i had trouble with the beginning but, like with most things i write, the words started coming as soon as the characters started coming (get it?? get it cause like cum) but ANYWAY pls enjoy the poly!steddie content!!

Tags: Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson, established poly, dp in one hole, brief use of sex toys, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv

Steve can barely ever get off work these days. He hasn’t been as fortunate in the job market as you or Eddie; the both of you have pretty strict 9 to 5 jobs, able to sit and relax after a day at work, knowing what your schedule will be the next week, and the week after that. Steve’s schedule, at best, is random and wildly inconvenient, working late shifts almost every night and waking up the next day with you and Eddie already gone to work, alone in your shared bed.

He hates it, you and Eddie know he does, but he puts up with it, wanting to help all of you save up for a house, a pretty one that’s the exact opposite of the run-down, shitty apartment that you all live in.

You and Eddie also know, however, that Steve needs a chance to fucking relax for once. And if there’s anything you both know how to do, it’s how to make your sweet, loving Stevie let out some steam.

It’s Eddie who calls Keith and tells him to let Steve out early for the day. “He needs tomorrow off too,” Eddie says, twisting his finger around the phone cord.

“No fucking way, Munson. I’m already doing a favor for him by letting him out today, but he’s coming in tomorrow, whether he likes it or not.”

Eddie opens his mouth to respond, eyes narrowed and angry, but you rip the phone from hics grasp.

“Look Keith, either you let Steve off tomorrow, or I'm going to the cops to tell them about the stash of weed you’ve got in your office. That we an smell it all throughout the damn store. And wouldn’t that just be a crying shame?” you snarl into the receiver.

“It was your freak boyfriend who sold me that shit in the first place!”

You nearly laugh at the high-pitched indignance in his voice. “Are you really gonna tell them that, Keith? Maybe I’ll also throw in the fact that they should probably look into your tax records, right? I bet there are some glaring inconsistencies, aren’t there?”

“You fucking bitc-” You hear Keith stop himself, sighing angrily. You hear a loud crash in the background just before he says, “I’ll let him off tomorrow, but you stay the fuck out of my business, you got that? I’ll-”

“Not a chance, maybe try being less of a shit person. Bye Keith!” You don’t give him a chance to respond, slamming the phone down.

Eddie watches you with wide eyes, before smirking, pupils blown and dark as he grabs your waist to pull you in for a hot, messy kiss. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad like that, baby.”

You giggle, reaching a hand up to play with his messy curls. “Gotta stand up for my boys, don’t I baby?” You step away from him, grabbing his hand to drag him to your bedroom. “C’mon, Eds, you gotta get me ready for Stevie, right?”

Eddie nearly faceplants into the carpet in his race to get to the bed.

It’s only an hour later that Steve unlocks the door to the apartment, stripping his vest off. Keith had stumbled out of his office earlier that day, mumbling something about, “go home early, Harrington, shit. Just wait till like, six or something, and you can go.” Steve had been confused, but decided not to question it, his heart galloping at the thought of spending the evening with the both of you for the first time in far too long.

Except the apartment seems almost empty when he walks in, all of the lights off and the living room and kitchen empty, devoid of both yours and Eddie’s presence. His heart drops, only for a second, thinking that he’s alone in the apartment, before he hears a loud, keening whine come from the bedroom.

Your unmistakable whine, followed by Eddie’s familiar whispered praises of “shh… baby I know, I know. It’s a lot, but I think he’s home, did you hear the door open baby? He’s gonna think you’re so pretty baby, so good, planning all this out for him.”

You answer Eddie with a choked sob, and Steve’s pants suddenly are far too tight, cock bulging almost immediately. He goes to open the door, and the sight that greets him almost makes him pass out on the spot.

You, with your hips hiked up in Eddie’s grasp, your flushed face pushed into the mattress as Eddie works his cock into you, his pretty hips slapping against your plush ass. Eddie’s head snaps over to the bedroom door, mouth pulled into a self-satisfied smirk while he keeps fucking you.

“Look, baby,” Eddie grunts, lifting his hand to give your ass a loud smack. You jerk, head turning to see what Eddie wants, and smile blearily at the sight of Steve.

“S-Stevie, you’re, ah, home,” you slur, struggling to get the words out between Eddie’s strong thrusts into your needy pussy.

Eddie watches as Steve’s eyes darken, his big hand moving down to palm at the bulge of his cock through his pants. “She’s been waiting for you, Harrington,” Eddie says, sounding almost like he isn’t fucking you stupid. “She had this all planned out, wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, uh, consider-” Steve coughs, eyes trained on Eddie disappearing into your pretty cunt over and over. “Consider me surprised baby.”

Eddie chuckles, and Steve’s eyes snap from where you both are connected. “Steve, this isn’t even the best part.”

“What?”

“C’mere,” Eddie mumbles, and you whine as he stops his thrusts. Eddie beckons Steve over with a playful finger, and Steve moves next to him, kneeling on the bed to see what Eddie thinks is so important.

Steve nearly chokes on his spit. Because there, in your dripping cunt, is a pretty blue dildo, shoved inside you right alongside Eddie’s cock.

“She wanted to take both of us today,” Eddie whispers into his ear, and Steve can hear Eddie’s smug smile. “Been working her open for the past hour, waiting for you to get home.”

Oh fuck. “Oh fuck,” Steve says, echoing his own thoughts. He smooths a hand over the soft skin of your ass, and you whimper softly.

“You like it?” you ask, almost tentatively, and Steve almost laughs at the absurdity of the question.

“Like it?” Steve says softly. His hand moves from your ass to push lightly on the base of the dildo, making you gasp sharply. “Baby, I love it. God, you’re so fucking hot.”

“You gonna take your clothes off, Harrington?” Eddie murmurs. “She’s been waiting so long for us, it seems cruel to make her wait any longer.” 

Steve follows Eddie’s vaguely concealed demand at an almost frantic speed, ripping off his shirt so fast it gets stuck on his arm for a second. He ignores Eddie’s tiny laugh. He stands off the bed to untie his shoes and shuck his pants off, his hard cock slapping harshly against his stomach. 

“C’mon baby,” Eddie whispers to you, “gotta let Stevie lay down, right? So you can sit on his pretty cock, yeah?” Eddie's mouth waters just a little at the sight of his boyfriend, hard cock glistening and hairy chest heaving. He looks fucking illegal, Eddie thinks. You nod your assent, but still whine as Eddie shuffles back, his cock slipping out of you along with the dildo, leaving you painfully empty for the first time in an hour. 

Steve follows Eddie’s instruction, laying down on the bed, while you kneel up, swinging a leg over his hips to straddle him. You lean forward to brush your lips against his, smiling softly.

“Hi, Stevie,” you whisper, and he smiles back at you, curling his fingers into your hair. 

“Hi, baby,” he whispers back, before crushing his mouth to yours. He feels Eddie grab his cock, notching it up against the entrance of your pussy, and suddenly you’re sinking down, down, sucking him into your sticky walls, making all three of you moan in unison. You and Steve breathe heavily into each other’s mouths as your ass finally meets Steve’s heavy balls, buried all the way inside.

“God, fucking shit, you both are so fucking hot, Jesus,” Eddie grunts from behind you, and you both can hear the unmistakable sound of Eddie’s hand slipping up and down his cock, still sticky with your juices.

You turn, smiling softly at Eddie’s blushing face, his lips parted as he looks at you both. “Eddie,” you whisper, “You can’t cum yet. Y’gotta fuck me too, right baby?”

Eddie curses again, before kneeling behind you, just like he had been a few minutes before. ”You are a fucking minx, you know that?” He mumbles, and you would giggle if it weren’t for the blunt tip of Eddie’s cock nudging against your opening, right beside Steve.

“Ah- Oh God-d” you whine as Eddie’s fat cockhead pops into your stretched out pussy. You thought you would be prepared for it, with the dildo, but you don’t think anything could’ve prepared you for this. Eddie’s sticky cock nudging along Steve’s as he sinks deep into you, Steve’s warm hairy body beneath you, his big hands on your waist while Eddie radiates heat above you.

Steve’s not doing much better, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the feeling of Eddie’s gorgeous cock squished against his, the hot walls of your pussy strangling the both of them. Eddie’s hands are clutched into the bedsheets beside your sweaty bodies, and Steve takes his hands off your waist for just a second to grab Eddie’s hands, entwining their fingers together to hold onto your waist at the same time. You all take a minute to just breathe, allowing your pussy to adjust to the stretch of both of them.

They’re both whispering breathless praises into your ears, trying to get through to your cloudy brain. “So, so good for us, baby, taking us so good,” and “Can’t believe we’ve got you baby, you’re so pretty, so, so good for us. Y’feel so good, princess, fuck.” You can’t even discern whose voice is whose anymore, lost in a sea of pleasure and nearly-painful fullness, their cocks reaching so deep inside, pressing into every crevice of your sensitive pussy.

And then they start to move.

You try to gasp air into your empty lungs through your screams and cries of pure fucking pleasure, the both of them thrusting in tandem to bully your pretty pussy open for them again and again. Eddie’s face is nuzzled into the crook of your neck, pressing comforting kisses into your skin between whispers of “doing so good, princess,” and “y’feel how wide you’re stretched baby? Fuck, you’re so sexy, sweetheart, how’d we manage to land you?”

Steve’s groaning praises of his own, primal grunts of “so fucking sexy,” and “our pretty, gorgeous baby. God, can’t believe I’ve got you both,” before licking into your mouth in messy kisses.

You knew, even while planning this, that none of you were going to last long, and you’re a strange mixture of pleased and slightly disappointed to learn that you’re right. The knot in your stomach is tight, tightening and tightening as they rock into you, the overwhelming stretch of both of them keeping them pressing into your g-spot. You’re choking on your own spit as moans try to escape your throat. 

It’s going to be over far too soon, but knowing that you can take them both, that you three could do this again, makes your pussy clench, your clit throbbing. 

After only a few minutes of Steve’s and Eddie’s strong thrusts into your dripping cunt, grinding overwhelmingly against the spot that makes you sob, you reach your hands into both Steve’s and Eddie’s hair, your hips jerking uncontrollably.

“I’m gonna, oh God, I-I can’t, I’m gonna,” you gasp painfully, tears leaking down your flushed face, not even able to get the words out, before your pussy is clenching hard around both Steve and Eddie. You’re shaking like a leaf, overwhelmed and wrung dry as Steve and Eddie rub their joined hands up and down your waist.

“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking t-tight,” Eddie whimpers, composure fully lost. “Steve, I gotta-I gotta, gotta cum.”

Steve nods frantically, unable to form words, before he’s releasing one of Eddie’s hands to instead cup around his boyfriend’s head, dragging him down to meet his lips, licking into his mouth over your shoulder. Their hips stutter as they finally, finally cum, flooding  your dripping pussy with a mixture of both of them.

You all breathe heavily for a moment, the room feeling hazy. Like heaven, Steve thinks, this is like heaven. You know you can’t move, feeling drunk and ripped apart, but your boys know it too. They slip gently out of your used pussy, Steve moving you to his side to cuddle you into him gently. Eddie steps out for just a moment, coming back in with a warm, damp cloth.

“Baby, Eds is going to clean you up real quick, okay?” Steve whispers, and you whimper softly, nodding your head, your eyes still closed. Eddie takes the permission to wipe the sweat off your body, and clean up a little of the mess between your legs.

“Good girl, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers when he’s done, pecking you softly on your sleepy lips, before turning to give Steve a quick kiss. He throws the cloth in the hamper, knowing you would hate to make up to it laying on the floor, before laying on the other side of you, pressing himself comfortingly against your naked body. Steve reaches down to tug to the sheets over each of you, and grabs Eddie’s hand to hold, their palms resting atop your warm body.

“Shit, I’m gonna have t’call off work tomorrow,” Steve mutters into your hair.

“Don’ worry bout it,” you slur, sleep already whisking you away. “I took care of it.”

“She did,” Eddie smiles. “I’ll have to tell you about it tomorrow, she was fucking hot.”

“She always is,” Steve smiles, chest hurting with happiness and sheer, unadulterated love. “Our perfect girl.”

[moonstruckme]

OOOOO I didn’t realize you wrote for steddie x R!!! Can I request your version of what would happen if reader came down with a nasty stomach bug from work and our boys tried to take care of her only to end up with it themselves? (Totally not projecting my own unfortunate current demise 🫠)

Thanks for requesting lovely! Feel better <3

cw: mentions of nausea, stomach pain, not eating due to illness

poly!Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 759 words

“Poor little lovebug.” You’ve given up on trying to deter Eddie as he sets his lips to your temple, cuddling close, but you and Steve exchange a look. 

The other boy rolls his eyes. “I’m not going to take care of both of you,” he says. You all know it’s an empty threat. “If you get yourself sick, you’re on your own.” 

“I’m helping,” Eddie argues, lips meandering down to your neck. You inhale softly as the muscles in your abdomen spasm painfully, and his hands are there in a second, pressing over the sore spot like it’s a wound he can stopper. “What’re you doing, Harrington? She doesn’t want your lame toast.” 

Steve softens. “She’s gotta eat something, though.” He looks to you, almost apologetic as he says, “It’s toast or cheerios, honey. Unless you think you can stomach something more.” 

You shake your head, snuggling into Eddie. He makes a happy sound, adjusting his position to tuck you under his chin and get you more securely in his arms. You’re sick of being sick. It’s only day one of the stomach flu several of your coworkers have said they didn’t get over for three days, and you’re well and truly fed up with it. Fed up with being nauseous and achy and alternately too hot or too cold. 

Steve had discovered upon his early-morning search that there’s not one thermometer between the three of you and has been debating going to the store to get one, but says he’s reluctant to leave you in the hands of the most inept caretaker possible (your very sweet and loving boyfriend). Eddie is ambivalent; he says you don’t need a thermometer anyway, because his lips are the best gauge there is (he keeps pressing them to your forehead and making sizzling noises, which Steve only found funny the first time but entertains you and Eddie to no end).

Eddie fully gives over to your self-indulgent tendencies in not eating, but Steve is watching you with a dissatisfied little furrow between his brows. He crouches by the bed, feeling your face with one hand and reaching for the nightstand with the other. 

“At least have some gatorade, then,” he capitulates, holding the bottle out toward you. “You’ve gotta stay hydrated.” 

You feel guilty and sit up. Eddie protests at your moving, but Steve gives you a smile as you drink. 

“You’re really a ton of help,” he snarks at Eddie, though he reaches down, carding a hand through his boyfriend’s curls. 

“I’m just succumbing to my fate.” Eddie shrugs. “I’m gonna be sick tomorrow, may as well start acting like it now.” 

“It’s not as fun as it looks,” you say between sips, then regret it. Your face heats as both boys’ expressions turn pitying. 

Eddie wraps a hand around your hip, squeezing lovingly, and Steve says, “I know, honey. You wanna nap for a while? We’ll give your stomach a chance to settle before we try with the toast again.” 

You nod and let Eddie wrestle you back down onto the mattress, pulling you snugly against him. “Think of it this way—at least soon, you’ll have a companion in your misery.” 

And by the next morning, you do. But it’s not Eddie. 

“Toast,” Eddie begs, shoving the piece of bread forward like he’s jousting with it. “C’mon, baby, just a few bites.” 

Steve groans, crossing his arms over his head. “Later,” he bargains. “I can’t do it right now.” 

Eddie looks to you desperately. “Did you finish your water?”

“Mhm.” You give the empty bottle a little shake as proof, and your boyfriend sighs in relief. 

“Good girl.” He bends over you, stamping his lips to your forehead firmly. “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

You hum and reach for his hand, but Steve grabs you, turning you around and hugging you to his chest possessively. You’re more than alright with this, nuzzling his stubble while he splays a hand on your back. 

“You know what? Fuck you, Harrington.” Eddie slaps the piece of toast on Steve’s shoulder and leaves it there. “Can’t believe you’d fucking do this to me. That better be gone when I get back.” 

“Where are you going?” Steve asks, smugness evident in his tone. 

“To get a fucking thermometer!” 

Steve’s chuckle rumbles through the both of you, and you smile against his neck. 

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” you tell him. 

“Yeah, I don’t know what you were talking about.” He kisses your cheek, his lips as warm as your skin. “This is tons of fun.”

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

angel and evil steddie au where, for whatever reason, reader has put them on a sex ban/something of the sort, but one of them end up convincing her about ‘just the tip’. I think this could be both of them, but they slowly inch further and further in, swearing it’s just the top, but then u feel their balls fully pressed to u, and their only excuse is that ‘doesn’t it just feel so good/right though??’

A/N: i kinda went a bit crazy with this one, couldn’t just write a little blurb… the “just the tip” thing is just so nomnomnom yummy and i need it like i need oxygen. 

word count: 2022

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“Come on Y/n,” with yielding hands, Eddie carefully sat down next to you, “look, I know I fucked up, I am well aware of that,” he emphasized, “but it’s not fair for Steve,” he motioned to the creature sulking in the corner, staring out the cracked bedroom window, “he doesn’t deserve to undergo the same punishment, my punishment, I should take the full of it, not him,” he gesticulated, “fuck, I mean, just look at him. I think if you don’t do something now, relieve him even a little bit, he will just snap and trust me, you don’t wanna see that,” even from here you could see his ivory knuckles as the angel dug his fingernails into his palms hard enough to draw blood, “please, at least just kiss him a little bit.”

“Fine,” you huffed, snapping the angel out of his daze. Pointing a threatening finger towards him as he turned in your direction, “but you’re still not getting any, you got that?” you warned.

His stoic frown instantly melting away, he breathed out a soft smile, “got it,” slowly moving towards you as felt the devil crawl away. 

“I will just give you one kiss, alright?” your finger was still raised as he sat down beside you, his presents causing your arm to retract as he moved in closer. 

“Yep,” like coming up for air, his hands slid up to each side of your face, “one kiss,” and the next thing you knew, the angel dove in, and desperately pressed his lips against your own. 

Like a man starved, Steve didn’t let his touch falter for even a second, not even parting to catch his breath as his fevered kiss quickly grew out of control. His hands soon wandered all over your form, making you dizzy and causing you not to notice fully when he desperately tilted your body down, pressing you into the mattress with his own weight, just barely hovering above you as he attacked you with his ravenous lips. 

“O-okay,” you uttered weakly, his touch succeeding as usual in being extremely persuasive, “I think that counts as way more than one kiss,” your breath ragged as you turned your head for your kiss to be out of his reach.

Your legs naturally rested on either side of him, curled up and hugging his hips as he brashly melted further into you, letting you feel the previously only suspected tent in his pants press against your hot panties, your short dress haven ridden up completely. Ignoring your comment completely, he simply moved on to your neck as he began to grind down against you, needily scratching his itch and making your breath grow more wild. 

“Just a little bit more, please,” he croaked, smearing his plea all over where your pulse hammered on the side of your neck, “just give me a little bit more, sweetheart,” his fingers digging into your soft thigh for support as he rocked against the growing wet spot on your exposed underwear.

“Steve,” you tried to fight how your eyes fluttered closed, still determined to keep the disappointment alive, that you had taken out on the both of them, though your arms still reluctantly slid up around his neck and fervently grabbed onto his broad shoulders. 

Roaming a hand up to squeeze your tit, your nipples standing proud and visible through your thin dress, he purred, “come on, honey,” catching one of the pebbles between his fingers and tugging on it teasingly, causing your thighs to clench around his form, “I know you need this as much as I do.”

“Steve…” the rest of your words fell short as he raised himself up, hovering above you with his forearms strong on either side of your head, letting you stare into his breathtaking eyes. 

Looking down at you as if you were turning into his favourite meal, he continued, “and maybe this could be a way to up his punishment…” with a finger on your jaw, he tilted your head over for you to gaze at the devil, silently watching from the corner of the room, “just let him sit there and watch you get off, while he knows he can’t have you. Wouldn’t that make it much worse for him? Don’t you want him to learn his lesson? Don’t you want him to suffer?”

“I-… fuck, fine,” you gave up in a huff, him haven driven your mind so fuzzy that you couldn’t comprehend saying anything else, “but you are not fucking me,” you said firmly, “not with your tentacles, not with your cock, not even with your finger. You stay out of my pussy, okay?”

Victory seeping across his face in the form of a sly grin, he chuckled, “okay,” agreeing hazily as he dipped back down to catch your lips. 

Sneaking a hand down between your close bodies, you felt him tug your sodden panties to the side and rapidly after that heard him impatiently freeing his hard cock, a low sigh leaving his lungs as he felt the intimate contact of his throbbing length rest directly against your weeping folds, leaning his torso far enough back for him to get a good view. 

“Oh my god, what did I just say?” you groaned as he, with a grip firm at the base, swiped his leaking tip through your petals, pursing your pretty pussy lips apart for him.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he laughed, holding the soaked cotton to the side, hooked in his thumb, as he rubbed his length all over your cunt, relishing in your juices, “I’m not gonna put it in you. I just wanna feel you, please. It’s been so long.”

“Alright,” you rolled your eyes, “it’s been like a few days, a week max.”

“I don’t care, that’s still too long,” you sucked in a sharp breath as he suddenly tapped his heavy cock against your buzzing clit, making your whole body jolt in need. 

“Yeah, I bet if it was up to you, I would just stay like this,” you joked, “never go to school or work again, just let you two play with me for the rest of my days.”

“Is that a proposition?” he smirked, cocking his eyebrows and pinching your plump folds on either side of his girth, letting him fuck it and glide the bulbous head over your swollen clit. 

“Urgh,” you sighed, lifting your hands up and hiding your flushed face from him, “just shut up and cum so I can go back to studying.”

“Oh, yeah, you want me to be quiet all of a sudden?” you peeked down through your fingers and glanced at the sloppy mess he was making of you, “I thought you liked listening to me, listening to what you do to me…” he fucked his fist, angling his thrusts so he slid through your slick folds every time, ending each movement with a persistent nudge at your clit, “don’t lie, I know how much it pushes you over the edge.”

Maybe it was your abundant wetness causing his thrusts to go sloppy or perhaps it was just him being greedy and angling further down, accidentally catching your weeping hole on his way through your folds. 

“Oh my god,” you whimpered, just the sensation of him rubbing himself over your entrance made your legs quiver, “don’t do that,” you warned as it barely breached one too many times for it to have been accidental. 

“Oh, come on,” he flicked against your opening, purposefully getting caught every time, “what if it’s just the tip, huh? Would that be alright? I just wanna feel you squeeze me, even if it’s just the tip.”

Biting down on your lip, his teasing becoming simply too much, you let out a whimper and nodded your head meekly at him. 

The thing was, Steve was huge. There wasn’t any other way to put it. He was a powerful creature from beyond this realm and his assents made that painfully obvious. The tip of him didn’t just feel like the tip. The fat head was so big and staggering that it had your whole body just quit on you, the severe stretch being too much for it not to give out. It was always like that. It was so overwhelming that even just a whisper of him felt like he was rearranging your guts. If you didn’t look down, you never truly knew how much of him he had given you till you felt his pelvis rut against your clit and his tip bully your cervix. 

Pressing his lips against your own, he muffled your pathetic whimpers as he slowly fucked you with the tip of him, rudely yanking it out just to slap the heavy length against your puffy petals, filling the bedroom with the sloppy music of your need. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned as you melted into the mattress, losing yourself completely to the moment, “missed your little holes so much.” 

“Don’t push in any more, promise me you won’t,” you panted, wiggling under his weight.

“I won’t, don’t worry.” he hazily shook his head, capturing your lips once more. 

“Promise me,” you turned your cheek to demand.

“I promise, I promise,” his empty answer rushed out as he continued to prod your needy little hole. 

Keeping his lips pressed against yours, lapping up your whimpering moans, he crushed you with his body in a way that made the rest of the world just fall away from under you, making your whole universe be just him, the agonising feeling of him bullying your opening, and his warm eyes staring back into your own as you melted into a puddle beneath him. 

“Fuck,” you suddenly exclaimed as all the air in your lungs was forced out, “you asshole!” the all too familiar overwhelming sensation of him reaching the end of what you had to offer, making you doubt if you were on the verge of cumming or about to punch him, “I knew you were gonna do that!”

Grinding his pelvis against your own, burying himself so deep that it hurt, he taunted, “if you were really so smart, then why did you let me?” relishing in the feeling of your cunt clambering down around him.

Trying not to give him the satisfaction, you muttered, “god, I hate you,” though your conviction was lost completely as his sudden and powerful thrust made you moan out in enchanted ecstasy. 

“Aw, I love you too, honey,” he chuckled, kissing your fuzzy features as he found his greedy rhythm, “doesn’t this feel so much better, though?”

“I can feel you in my fucking throat,” you gasped, a statement true of every time he had filled you up. 

Adoring eyes soaking in your every reaction, he growled in response, “exactly.” 

His hands then swiftly grabbed yours as they began to claw at his back, hauling them up above your head and locking them in his tight grip. 

“This pretty little pussy just needed to be stuffed,” he cooed against your lips, “it’s what she deserves,” his balls, dripping with your juices, slapped against your heat with every needy slam, “deserves to be treated like this,” he empathized with his hips, “deserves to be used,” he shifted his grip on your wrists, gliding up to weave his fingers with yours, “to be loved,” his nose rhythmically bumped against yours as he pushed you over the edge, “to be worshipped,” he fervently captured your lips, silencing the guttural cry that escaped as you trembled violently beneath him, soaking the bedsheets and gushing all over his cock.

Letting your eyes flutter shut, his gruff moans washed over you as your clenching cunt milked him of all of his worth. 

“Fuck,” he panted, forehead resting against your own as he insatiably continued to roll into you, sloppily fucking his cum even deeper and forcing it to spill out as your pussy clambered around him, “I love you so much…”

“You are so terrible,” you said light-heartedly as a dazed smile bloomed upon your blissed-out face, your brows swiftly knitting together at his excessive and relentless desire.

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble

[mimixmunson]

eddie or steve with alternative!reader, like face piercings, black makeup, allat stuff

and nsfw or not but they would just be so smitten and follow them around and nod dumbly to whatever reader says bcus theyre so pretty and scary looking

<33

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Belly button piercings. Steddie x female reader. Smut. Blurb.

I’m so sorry this is basically not what you asked for but I tried!! Hope this is okay! I really got in ‘the zone’ and wrote this all in one lmao!

You first noticed them when you were working, it was a Thursday afternoon, and you were waiting for your next appointment to arrive. Your client wanted a belly button piercing, something you’d done a million times in your job as a body piercer, it was second nature to you now. Especially since you have so many metal adjustments to yourself too, several facial piercings that happen to catch people’s eyes. You get complimented on your vertical labret often, but your favourite was the piercing that only you were allowed to see at the moment, single life really was keeping you from excitement.

They stood shyly in the doorway, the dark haired boy seemingly more confident than the brunette. He stood a little taller, had some ear piercings himself and as he took off his jacket, handing it to the other guy, you noticed his tattoos. You had a few of your own, some of which you’d actually given yourself. The long haired guy fiddled with his rings, he basically had one on each finger, the skull one catching your eye the most. It was cool, you make a mental note to see if you can find one of those for yourself.

The more metal looking of the men spoke, “Hi. I’m Eddie. I’m here for my piercing?” He had a great voice, he definitely was confident like you had expected. You offer him a friendly smile and show him out back to your studio after taking his payment, giving him his consent form and running him through the aftercare. “Can my boyfriend come too?” He questioned shyly, holding the brunette man’s hand behind his back. You nod and laugh, assuming he can’t be afraid of needles if he’s got so many tattoos. “Follow me, both of you are welcome, there’s always room for an emotional support person. Even if you are a pretty metal head or a…” You stood still and looked him up and down. “Frat boy?” You laugh, hoping to get the same reaction from them, it always helped to make jokes to ease your clients nerves.

In the kindest possible way they looked stupid, like they’d seen a ghost. Eddie’s jaw had dropped, he’s practically drooling at the compliment and his boyfriend? His cheeks are bright red. He nods dumbly, like every single thought in his pretty head had been knocked out by your comment.

“I don’t need!- whatever. This is Steve.” Eddie shakes his head and chuckles at your joke. “Thank you for letting me watch, I kinda wanted to see how you do this whole piercing thing, I’m tempted to get one myself.” Steve spoke finally, his voice a lot softer than Eddie’s. His face was flushed, embarrassed by his own words.

You mark up Eddie’s belly button, making sure the lining you drew was straight and offer him a look in the mirror. As he stands upright, staring at the pen marks on his midriff you notice them for the second time that day. But it wasn’t just them, it was how they looked at you. Their eyes followed you, ever since they stood hunched over in the doorway of the waiting room. Their eyes never left you, dancing around your face and more recently, your pants.

You’d been ogled over before, sort of part and parcel of the job. Men had come into your studio just to ask you if you had any “naughty” piercings or assume you must be freaky in bed because you’re tatted and pierced. But you didn’t mind the way they were looking at you. Almost like you were an enigma, a paradox.

“Stevie here’s acting scared but don’t let him fool you, he likes a bit of pain.” Eddie giggles over his own words whilst Steve shoots him a look, giving him daggers. You noticed the way Steve blushed again, it’s adorable really. His cheeks flushed at everything. “Is that so? Well the belly button piercing is just a little pinch really, the clamp is the worst part. Just breathe through it and it’s over. I promise, I’ll be gentle. To you that is, might have to be a little more rough with this one huh? He seems insistent on embarrassing you doesn’t he, sweetheart?” You motion to Eddie, wiggling the capped needle around in your fingers. Steve threw his head back in laughter, squeezing Eddie’s hand in his own, “t-thanks.” He stutters through his words, you could definitely see this guy being a submissive. His entire nature is submissive. Your mind escapes you as you imagine what he’d look like tied to your bed. Would Eddie join you in dominating Steve or would you have them both at your mercy?

That was a hell of a way to break the ice, finding out your client’s boyfriend is a pain slut definitely was a new one. Fantasising about your clients even more so, but they are so endearing.

“Okay you ready?” You glance up at Eddie, he nods and you position your needle. “And 3, 2, 1, aaaand done.” You feed the needle through his belly button, you remove the needle and leave the plastic tube inside the freshly pierced hole. “And here’s the stingy part.” You mutter as you thread his chosen jewellery through the plastic tube of the needle and twists the ball on top, wiping and sterilising his belly button. “How was it?” Steve questioned, still looking at Eddie through his fingers across his eyes. “Completely fine babe, princess here has magic fingers.” He shoots you a smirk in an attempt to fluster you back for earlier.

“Sure do. Are you up next Steve? I have time to slot you in now, I’ve got a free hour.” Inquiring as clean up your work space once more. “N-no. Maybe next time.” He responds with the weakest smile you’ve ever seen. He’s scared, if any of the goosebumps on his skin suggest, that’s understandable. Poor thing, he’s a completely blank canvas and a piercing is a pretty big commitment to make. Eddie smiles, whispering something in-audible to Steve which of course left him with a flushed face again.

You squat down to your drawers to reach a form, and as you bend over you hear a groan. Well more of a grunt, you smirk whilst your back is turned. These boys were too cute. Wondering which of them you could make yours first, maybe take the easy frightened little lamb and watch his protector follow. What sounds would they make? You could break down the act that Eddie puts up and make him melt in your hands? Was the act he puts up all a ploy, was Steve the top? So many questions run through your mind, but you knew something for certain. This was precious. These boys were precious. Behind you, you hear some giggling. Still searching for the feedback form you have to leave it up to your imagination, but it ate at you. What were they giggling about? You hadn’t imagined the handcuffs attached to Eddie’s belt, maybe he was teasing him by showing Steve what he’d be tied with that night? Maybe they’d pointed at you pretty ass bend over so nicely on display for them and daydreamed about having you in those cuffs?

You twist your face over your shoulder to face them as you pick up the form, your elbows squeezing together ‘accidentally’. Steve shys away from looking but you can tell he wants to, it was obvious. His eyes darted around the room, from the mirror across from you, and back to your chest. Whereas Eddie? His jaw was on the floor, his vision transfixed on your chest.

“Okay, well in that case when you’re ready I need you, Eddie to fill in this form about how your experience was here today. We give them to all our clients.”

You commanded, handing him the form and a pen, watching as he filled it out pretty quickly. It was cute, through the whole time you’d spent together, Steve hadn’t let go of Eddie’s hand. Following him around like a lost dog, but he still couldn’t stop his eyes from moving over you. Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand again and he looks down at his lap. Oh. Was it the pain of the piercing or your body that made that tent in his pants appear? Steve bites his lip and reaches out to palm his hand over Eddie’s bulge. He squirms and swats at his boyfriend’s hands. Oh god could they get any cuter, flustered and bratty? The things you could do.

He shuffles his jacket across his waist, hoping you hadn’t seen it. Handing you the form back, you walk them both back into the waiting room. You sign the form to prove you had administered the piercing, handing it back to Eddie to take his copy home for safe keeping. Chewing on your pen lid, you giggle as the leave your studio. You wonder how long it will be until they read the note you left them on the paper.

“Let me know if you want that piercing Stevie, I think you’d both suit little matching belly bars. The cutest boys. If I’ve read this wrong ignore me and I apologise but if I haven’t? Call me. *phone number*.”

Well you’ve had worse days at work.

[fbfh]

steve x reader x eddie hcs

wc: 1k

warnings: one mention of harringrove being "grossly sexual", brief making out, dustin has the brain cell as always

a/n: I just watched st4 vol2 and I DON'T LIKE THIS!!!!!!! CHRISSY WAKE UP!!!!!! also I started writing this after vol1 was released and it was before steddie was accepted as the ship name which is why steveddie comes up (which is terrible) anyway yeah love these boys love their dynamic going to fight the duffer brothers on sight /j

tags @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @Sad-brunnettee @ilikemypolarbear @lubsana @cowboylikekelsey @Ronnasey @the-snake-pit @inqueee

Ooooh girl

You thought harringrove was competitive??

Which like

They are

But harringrove is competitive in a very grossly sexual way

Their arguing is just sexual tension yk

But steddie????

(btw are we decided on that as the ship name bc I REFUSE to call them “steveddie” 🤢🤢🤢)

(it’s giving stevonnie but rancid??? Don’t like it)

Anyway Steve and Eddie kind of actually hate each other at first??

They have VERY clashing aesthetics

Even just their music

Steve can sing along to pretty much any pop song on the radio

Eddie has all of Iron Maiden's discography memorized 

And they scoff at each other’s music taste every time

They get none of each others references 

Which is especially bad for Steve because every time he misses one of Eddie’s nerd references Eddie’s like “I told you this guy has NO taste why are you letting him hang around??” in a way that makes you laugh and makes Steve a little pissy

Steddie are competitive because Eddie is very dramatic and always doing the most, and Steve is like “I can do that too, okay”

Steve won’t hesitate to roast Eddie a little either

“Yeah, well, at least I have better hair”

“...low fucking blow man”

Yeah Steve is competitive and Eddie is dramatic and NEITHER of them can back down from a challenge

You are the one piece of overlap holding them together 

Over time they start grow fond of each other 

Which starts with calling a truce over their shared affection for you

They’re watching you do something cute

Maybe you fell asleep on both of them, maybe you just did something really cute and on brand for you, maybe you’re helping Dustin with girl problems

But they’re both just staring at you, their love obvious to anyone in the room 

Including each other

They both kind of realize hey this guy likes you as much as I do

There’s a shared comfort that you have more than one person to take good care of you and love you like you deserve to be loved

They know you’ll never be lonely, you’ll always have someone there with you

So when Steve sees Eddie with his arm around you at his basketball games

Or when Eddie sees you and Steve giggling and talking a little too close while he’s setting up a dnd meeting 

It now brings a sense of comfort

You’re getting everything you need, all the time

And jesus fucking christ these boys are SUCH loyal bastards

So duh they’ll do whatever they need to to make sure you’re good

To make sure you’re being kissed and cuddled and smiling 

That you always have a hand to hold and someone to help you check items off the shopping list 

You really are the glue that held them together

And now they’re held together by their love for you and respect for each other

You’re probably going to have to remind Steve that he’s cool too

He won’t admit it but boy’s self esteem has PLUMMETED over the past few years

Sometimes he’ll go on these not so secretly self deprecating rants about how EvErYbOdY LoVeS a BaD bOy while he tidies up, dish towel tossed over his shoulder

And of course he’s not cool, he’s the babysitter who wore a sailor suit for an entire summer

PLEASE tell him you think he’s cool AND hot

And wink at him when you tell him you have a thing for babysitters

[cue making out noises]

And EDDIE????? Dear god

He has to stand next to Steve “the hair” Harrington aka the king of Hawkins High and not feel insecure?????

Yeah right

So you sit on his lap and twirl his hair and tell him how unique and hot he is 

And trace his tattoos while you talk too

[cue more making out noises]

Once they finally eventually get on the same page???? 

All three of you are co parenting dustin 

Whenever Steve and Eddie get on his nerves you just hear him yell your name from the other room

You enter with a sigh and before you can ask what’s wrong everyone’s yelling over each other

And Dustin is like “THEY’RE BEING DICKHEADS”

You get them to calm down 

Which doesn’t take much effort, you have a magnetic comforting presence and they all love being around you

And have him explain what’s going on

“...yeah guys that’s kind of dickheadish”

And later at night when you’re all cuddled up on the couch

You’re sandwiched between them watching the movies Steve brought back from family video 

Your head is on Eddie’s shoulder, cheek smushed against the soft, worn denim of his vest

You’re holding Steve’s arm, fingers intertwined

You’re not asleep

Not yet, not really

But you’re drowsy 

You feel them work together to tuck a blanket over you without moving you or waking you up 

You hear their quiet conversation under their breath about how great you are, how much they love you

That silent agreement to always keep you safe and happy and loved strengthens their bond in moments like this

Bonding over you

You’re not asleep yet, but you know you could be

You could let yourself fall asleep like this, squished up between their warm bodies and muscles while risky business or ferris bueller's day off plays in front of you, illuminating you in the flickering light of the screen 

And you would sleep so well

So deep and peacefully knowing you have your Stevie and your dungeon master there to take care of you

Just like they always have and always will

[the-faceless-bride]

Yes, they many be doe-eyed trash boy goblins...

But they are MY doe-eyed trash boy goblins.

[b00inazkaban]

MASTERLIST #2

Navigation!

Let me know if there are any characters you’d like added and I’ll look into it! :)

Smut = **

What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)

Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)

MARVEL:

☆ Tony Stark

☆ Steve Rogers

☆ Bruce Banner

☆ Natasha Romanoff

☆ Clint Barton

☆ Bucky Barnes

☆ Sam Wilson

☆ Peter Parker

☆ Thor Odison

☆ Loki Laufeyson

☆ Dr. Stephen Strange

☆ Peter Quill

☆ Gamora

☆ Drax the destroyer

☆ Rocket the Racoon

☆ Mantis

☆ Groot

Poly Requests:

STRANGER THINGS:

☆ Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington x FtM reader**

☆ Robin Buckley :

☆ Nancy Wheeler:

☆ Eddie Munson:

☆ Johnathan Byers:

☆ Argyle:

☆ Billy Hargrove:

☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader

☆ Dustin Henderson

☆ Will Byers

☆ Lucas Sinclair

☆ Eleven Hopper

☆ Max Mayfield

☆ Jim Hopper:

☆ Joyce Byers:

☆ Dmitri Antonov:

Poly Requests:

HARRY POTTER/MARAUDER:

☆ Harry Potter:

☆ Ron Weasley: CG!Ron Weasley x Little!GN!reader

☆ Hermione Granger:

☆ Fred Weasley: CG!Fred Weasley x Little!Fem!Reader

☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader

☆ Neville Longbottom: Sub!Neville x Dom!Reader**

☆ Draco Malfoy:

☆ Blaise Zambini:

☆ Enzo Berkshire:

☆ Mattheo Riddle:

☆ Theo Nott:

☆ Pansy Parkinson:

Marauders Era or Lighting Era:

☆ Lucius Malfoy:

☆ Narcissa Malfoy:

☆ Severus Snape:

☆ Bellatrix Lestrange:

☆ Barty Crouch Jr. :

☆ Evan Rosier:

☆ Pandora Rosier:

☆ Zahara Zambini:

☆ Regulus Black:

☆ Sirius Black:

☆ Remus Lupin:

☆ Lily Evans:

☆ Marlene McKinnon:

☆ Mary McDonald:

☆ Dorcas Meadows:

FANTASTIC BEASTS:

☆ Newt Scamander:

☆ Thesus Scammander:

☆ Jacob Kowalski:

☆ Queenie Goldstein:

☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):

☆ Gellart Grindlewald (young):

Poly Requests:

CRIMINAL MINDS:

☆Aaron Hotchner

☆ Jason Gideon

☆ Spencer Reid

☆ Derek Morgan

☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau

☆ Elle Greenaway

☆ Penelope Garcia

☆ Emily Prentiss

☆ David Rossi

Poly Requests:

BRIDGERTON:

☆ Anthony Bridgerton

☆ Benedict Bridgerton

☆ Colin Briderton

☆ Daphne Bridgerton

☆ Eloise Bridgerton

☆ Simon Basset

☆ Penelope Fetherington

☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)

☆ King George (Young)

Poly Requests:

Queen charlotte x reader x King George

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:

☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet

☆ Raphael:

☆ Donnatelo:

☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader

☆ April O'Neil:

☆ Casey Jones:

Poly Requests:

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚

Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud

TOP GUN:

☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"

☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"

☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"

☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"

☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"

Poly Requests:

THE HOBBIT/LOTR:

☆ Thorin

☆ Bilbo

☆ Fili

☆ Kili

☆ Dwalin

☆ Bofur

☆ Bard

☆ Legolas

☆ Tauriel

☆ Thuranduil

Poly Requests:

TWILIGHT:

☆ Carlisle Cullen

☆ Esme Cullen

☆ Emmet Cullen

☆ Rosalie Cullen

☆ Alice Cullen

☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader

☆ Edward Cullen

☆ Bella Cullen/Swan

☆ Jacob Black

☆ Garrett

The Volturi:

☆ Aro

☆ Caius

☆ Marcus

Poly Requests:

THE HUNGER GAMES:

☆ Katniss Everdeen

☆ Petta Mellark

☆ Finnick Odair

☆ Johanna Mason

☆ Haymitch Abernathy

Poly Requests:

LUCIFER:

☆ Lucifer Morningstar

☆ Mazikeen

☆ Amenadeil

☆ Chole Decker

☆ Linda Martin

Poly Requests:

How To Train Your Dragon:

☆ Hiccup Haddock

☆ Astrid Hofferson

☆ Snotlout

☆ Ruffnut

☆ Tuffnut

Poly Requests:

Across The SpiderVerse:

☆ Miles Morales

☆ Miguel O'Hara

Spider thoughts!

☆ Peter B. Parker

Spider thoughts!

☆ Hobie Brown

☆ Gwen Stacy

☆ Spider-Noir

Spider thoughts!

Poly Requests:

Descendants:

☆ Mal

☆ Evie

☆ Carlos

☆ Jay

☆ Gil

☆ Harry

☆ Uma

Poly Requests:

MATCHUPS/MOODBOARDS:

☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup

☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup

꧁〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎〰︎꧂

I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗

[imgoom]

SAPPHIC POLYCULE MERMAIDS <3

[yesimwriting]

⋆｡°✩ yesimwriting's masterlist⋆｡°✩

Below the cut is a full list of all my work :) (updated 10-10-23)

*pls limit interactions if you’re a pro ED/ana acc :)*

SCREAM 1996

Final Girl 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9 

Chapter 10

To be continued.

Final Girl fic-verse:

First Impressions 

Sick Day

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Final Girl fic-verse blurbs:

Drunk Y/N 

Stu saying the L word

Billy saying the L word

Little Rituals  

Time of Need

Talking about Y/N

Stu’s thoughts about Y/N and POV

Gingerbread

Billy Loomis x S/O with Panic attacks 

Stu waiting for Y/N and Casual Intimacy

 Billy and Stu with S/O who cries a lot 

Billy and Stu Scaring Guys Away

People noticing their friendship 

Driving with Stu 

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SCREAM VI 

Ethan Landry 

One of Them

Ask about Ethan 

Noticing they like Y/N

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LAST OF US 

Joel Miller

First Rule

What Follows

Y/N gets hit on - Protective Joel 

Purpose 

Pulling Away

Pulling Away similar story

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STAR WARS 

Anakin 

More Than This 

Promise

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AMERICAN HORROR STORY 

Tate Langdon 

Modern day fic

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DC TITANS 

Jason Todd

Resurgence 

Slow Nights

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ELVIS THE MOVIE

Business Practical

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 

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STRANGER THINGS 

Steve Harrington

Movie Club

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Times Have Changed

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DAREDEVIL

48 Hours

Chapter 1

A Red Widow

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

SPIDER-MAN 

This Time it’s Different 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

TASM Peter 

Domestic Assertiveness 

Hobbie Brown 

Ask about Hobbie

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YOU

Bloodroot in the Suburbs 

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Babysitter 

Chapter 2: Kill Habits, Not people 

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SIX OF CROWS SERIES:

Searing Starlight

Searing Starlight Chapter 1

Searing Starlight Chapter 2

Searing Starlight Chapter 3

To be continued.

—————-

Kaz Brekker:

Blurb series: The Promise of Rain (i define a blurb series' as a series with shorter chapters where each chapter correlates but can technically be read as a stand alone)

The Promise of Rain (blurb 1).

The Promise of Rain (blurb 2).

The Promise of Rain (blurb 3)

To be continued.

—————

Falling Angels:

Falling Angels Chapter 1

Falling Angels Chapter 2

To be continued.

———

Anastasia (Prologue) 

Bookworm reader 

A Knife in the Back

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SHADOW AND BONE:

The Darkling:

Solace (part 1)

Solace (part 2).

———————

To Be Alone (smut).

Solutions

All the Good Dreams (might be getting a part 2)

—————

The Needs of Pain (part 1)_

The Needs of Pain (part 2, smut).

—————-

Corridor Moments

darkling x shy! reader HC

Comforting the darkling HC

Playing Vices

Darkling x anxious! Reader

Kirigan x Soft Girls/Similar personality 

Crossing Lines 

Darkling x Pregnant! Reader 

Possessive/Breeding 

Nikolai Lantsov:

Tranquility.

Handmaid reader x nikolai. childhood best friends to 

lovers fic

Enemies to lovers Nikolai HC (i'm thinking of making a series based on this

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SHADOW AND BONE X SIX OF CROWS:

The Problem With Light Chapter One

To be continued.

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RED QUEEN:

Maven Calore:

Dying Starlight

[letterstotheflre]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 || 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 & 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

summary: when you and chrissy save a pirate from drowning, you get him to show you what humans do for fun. [pirate!eddie x mermaid!reader x mermaid!chrissy]

cw: slight manipulation from u n chrissy, reader is mentioned to have long hair so she can cover her chest, smut || 18+ only [ft. threesome, oral sex (m receiver), handjob, cum play, monster fucking (technically?? u n chrissy are the monsters lol), beach sex, reader n chrissy are very innocent but somehow two whores?? who knew u could be both]

a/n: this was super fun to write ngl. please lmk what u think!!

“Isn’t he kinda… cute?” Chrissy asks you, eyes glued to the man laying on the shore between your bodies.

You look down at him, taking in his soft cheeks and his nicely shaped nose. You trace the bridge of it with a finger, leaving his skin dewy with droplets of sea water, and drift your gaze down to his plush lips. Under the slight bluish tint they have from being underwater for too long, you can still make out their natural pink colour.

In the back of your mind, you wonder if they’d feel as soft as Chrissy’s lips do on yours.

“Yeah," you hum, now tracing his cupid’s bow. “He’s pretty.”

She twirls one strand of his hair around her finger. “And his hair! It’s almost as long as Jane’s now that she’s back.”

The mention of Jane brings back the memory of the captain that kept her for years for his twisted experiments on your people and reminds you what exactly lays between you and Chrissy. You recoil your hand back and grab her wrist. “He’s a human, Chrissy. We shouldn’t have helped him.”

Her delicate features contort into a confused frown. “But he was drowning. He would’ve died if we hadn’t pulled him out!”

Maybe he should’ve, is what you’re about to say when the man starts coughing. The coughs wreck his body and water spills from his lips, his eyes slowly fluttering open but narrowing quickly from the glare of the sun. He tries to get up, using his elbows as leverage, but another cough throws him back down.

“Take it easy,” Chrissy tells him, shielding him from the sun with her body. His eyes widen at the sight of her, grow even wider when he realises she isn’t alone and sees you next to her. “You had a nasty fall.”

“Wha– What’s going on?” His voice is hoarse from the abuse his vocal chords suffered and the lack of proper air in his lungs. “Who are you?”

“I’m Chrissy, and this is–”

“Chrissy! Don’t tell him our names!” You scold.

She rolls her eyes at your overprotectiveness. “He’s not going to do anything. He can barely stand.”

You scowl at her. “You can be so careless. It’s a wonder you still have your tail on.”

“Tail?” The man's baffled voice breaks up your argument. He glances to the side and sees both of your tails wagging in the air– Chrissy’s baby blue scales and your purple ones shimmering under the golden light. “Woah! What the fuck?!”

“See? He hasn’t got a clue what we are. He’s not going to kidnap us or whatever dark fantasy you’ve created in your mind– anyway!” She changes the subject before you can tell her that you don’t have fantasies about a human male kidnapping you. She turns to him and smiles sweetly. “What’s your name?”

The long haired man looks between the two of you, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Ed– Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

“Eddie,” she tastes the name on her tongue. “That’s pretty. What happened to you? You’re pretty far from home.”

“I, uh, my ship got wrecked.” He gulps when you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. Your mother had warned you of human men and the lies they would tell you to get you to trust them and this one sounded very familiar. “There was a storm and– and a wave flipped us over. My friends– shit,” he wipes his face with his hands, clearly distressed. Your heart softens ever so slightly. “I have to find them.”

He tries to get up again but you place a hand on his chest and he freezes. He stares at you, brown eyes pulling you in like a current. “I’m sorry about your friends but you shouldn’t go anywhere yet. You’re still hurt,” you point to his arm where a deep gash seeps blood down to his forearm.

“Fuck,” he swears. He looks down at himself and rips a piece of the cloth he’s wearing over his torso with a low grunt that makes your scales tingle. He wraps it around the wound, hissing when it presses against the gash and baring his teeth. He struggles to tie a knot, yet you and Chrissy are mesmerized as you watch him work.

“What’s that?” You ask him once he’s done.

“What’s– Oh, this? It’s a dressing. To keep the wound from infecting.”

“No, I mean the… things you put on your body.” He points to his chest to make sure you’re asking what he thinks you’re asking. “Yeah, those. They don’t seem very comfortable.”

“You don’t know what these are?” He looks at your bodies and realises that neither you or Chrissy is wearing anything to cover your chests, only your long hair keeping some of your modesty. Blood rushes to his cheeks and you giggle at how pink he suddenly is.

He seems to be speaking to himself when he mumbles, “Oh, wow. No, no, of course you don’t know. You’re mermaids. Very pretty and n-naked mermaids.” He clears his throat and blinks awkwardly, looking away to pretend he wasn’t ogling at you. “They– They’re clothes. This is, um, a shirt. And these are pants,” he explains, pointing to his chest and legs.

“And that thing under your pants?” You point to his groin where a bulge strains against the thin black fabric. “Is that where you keep your shells?”

Eddie gets even redder. “That’s, um…” He seems at a loss of words, mouth opening and closing without making any sound.

“Oh, we love collecting shells! Can we see?” Chrissy eagerly leans forward and unties the knot that keeps his pants tied together, lowering them quickly without waiting for Eddie’s answer. Instead of the clatter of shells you were expecting, something long and thick hits Eddie’s stomach. “Oh, that’s… not a shell.”

“What even is it?” You tilt your head to the side and reach your hand towards it. You’re about to touch it when Eddie’s fingers wrap around your wrist tightly, stopping your movements.

He almost cowers from the deadly glare you’re giving him for touching you so roughly. “Sorry, sorry.” He takes a deep breath, avoiding eye contact. “That’s, uh, that’s my cock.”

“Cock?” Eddie closes his eyes when he hears Chrissy’s sweet voice say such a filthy word. His cock twitches. “Oh my Poseidon, it moved,” she whispers to you in awe.

“What is it for?” You ask him.

“For fucking.” That one answer came out naturally for him but when he sees your confused stares he scrambles his brain for a word you would understand. “Uh… mating. For mating and… playing.”

“How do you play with it? It seems rather… stiff.”

Eddie plays with a strand of his hair, trying to cover some of his burning face with it. “You touch it. With your hand. Or you– you put it inside a woman. Or man.”

You stare at his cock– long and thick and as pink as his lips, with a tip that’s a slightly darker hue than the rest of it. There’s a thick tuft of curls at the base and two round sacks hanging heavy from it. You can’t help but want to squeeze them.

You lick your lips and look back at Chrissy who’s doing the same as you. Ogling. Her eyes are dark with need, the same look she gets when you two are left alone for more than a couple of minutes– especially on a full moon.

Before you can pay attention to the warning voice of your mother that echoes in your ears, you ask, “Can we play with it?”

Eddie swallows harshly. “I don’t think–”

“Please?” Chrissy asks, pouting her lips, her voice taking in the sultry tone the elder mermaids spend years teaching you. Her tail flicks yours and you copy her, rounding out your narrowed eyes and looking at him pleadingly. “We don’t know if we’ll ever see a human again. We just want to know what it feels like.”

Eddie seems to debate with himself for a few seconds, only the sounds of the crashing waves breaking the silence. Your voices and your eyes have him in a trance and, completely ignoring all the warnings he heard about mermaids, he nods, wet hair swinging with the sharp movements. “Yeah, okay. Knock yourselves out.”

You and Chrissy giggle happily and wrap a hand each around him, tails wiggling in excitement. You twist them around, getting a feel of the velvety skin and the ridges of the veins that lead towards the head, watching amazed as Eddie’s cock grows more stiff, becoming heavy in your palms.

“What’s happening? Why is it getting so hard?”

Eddie takes a deep breath to ground himself, nostrils flaring. “Cause I’m turned on.”

“Turned on?”

“You’re making me feel really good,” he rephrases through clenched teeth. Your hands are incredibly smooth as you hold him, probably from the slick film coating them to protect them from the abrasion of the salt in the water. He exhales a shaky gasp of pleasure when you slowly glide them up and down, his stomach flexing. 

You bite your lip and look up at him. “And how do we make you feel more good?”

“He’s been looking at your tits a lot,” Chrissy pipes up before Eddie can answer. There’s mischief in her blue eyes as she pulls your hair away from your chest, revealing your breasts completely. Eddie’s mouth falls wide open. “Do they ‘turn you on’, Eddie? Go ahead, touch them,” she encourages him.

You sigh when his hand cups your breast and kneads the fat gently, thumb flicking your hard nipple. Eddie watches your expressions carefully. When you arch forward into his touch and tighten your hand around, making him groan, he twists your nipple, earning himself a sweet moan from you. 

“Aren’t they soft? They also feel really good in my mouth, Eddie.” Chrissy smirks, moving her own strawberry blonde hair out of the way so Eddie can touch hers as well.

“Holy shit.” His mind conjures up a filthy image– the two of you under the water, hands slowly down your bodies and mouths kissing every inch of skin they could, eyes rolling back once you sucked on the others breasts. His hips buck up. “You two– you play together?”

“Mhm. All the time.”

“Oh my God.” His grip on your tits tightens. He keeps tilting his hips up, moaning softly as he fucks your hands. Something that has a pearly sheen starts to leak out of his slit and drip down his shaft, making your fingers sticky. “Yeah, lick it up, sweetheart. C’mon,” he groans when Chrissy asks if she can taste them.

She slides her tongue over your knuckles and catches the first drops that fell, eyes widening at the salty flavour. She hums appreciatively and leans down for more. “That’s nice. D’you want a taste?” She asks you.

You nod enthusiastically and her fingers gently grab your chin, tilting your head towards her so she can dribble the white substance into your mouth. “S’good,” you breathe out. 

Eddie slams a hand on the sand, eyes hazy with lust as he watches the two of you share his precum and enjoy it. None of the women back home had ever done something like that, not even some of the whores his friends brought back to the ship on the odd nights they stayed in a popular town’s port. 

You keep stroking his cock as you kiss, focusing more on the upper part of his shaft since your hand is on top of Chrissy’s. You gently squeeze the head and more precum oozes out. You flick your tongue over his slit and give it back to Chrissy, pecking her lips sweetly when she swallows it down. 

Eddie groans when you do it again. “Like that. Just like that. You’re doing so good. G-Give it a little kiss– oh fuck.” 

His eyes roll back when you kiss his tip, soft lips peppering little kisses all around it. Chrissy copies you, letting go of him so she has more flesh to kiss and slobber all over. Your eyes meet as you lick him, your happiness clear in your gazes.

She takes your hand and guides you down to the two soft sacks that caught your eye before, adding the smallest pressure to the back of your hand so you cup his balls and squeeze them with care.

Eddie moans loudly and throws his head back on the sand. “Oh my God. Oh my God. You’re– Jesus H Christ.” He gasps in surprise when Chrissy wraps her warm mouth around his dick and you kitten lick his fuzzy balls. “Oh, you’re gonna kill me.”

He lets go of your chest and the sand so he can add pressure to the back of both of your heads, keeping you stuck to his groin. Carefully, he thrusts his hips up, slowly fucking Chrissy’s untrained throat and making her gag. 

The lewd sounds make you squirm in place, the musky scent of Eddie’s hairs that tickle your nose doing little to calm you down. You’re desperate for some relief but it’s not a full moon yet– you have no legs to spread for him. So you whine needily around his balls, eyebrows scrunching up in desperation. 

Eddie shushes you, scratching your scalp with the tips of his fingers to help you calm down. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” he coos. “J-Just a little more and you’ll make me cum so fucking hard. Gonna fill your girlfriend’s throat and make her share it with you, since you liked my cum so much. You want that?”

You look at Chrissy and see the tears springing in her lower waterline from the abuse her throat is suffering, some of them already falling down her rosy cheeks. With your thumb, you brush them away and offer her a reassuring smile, one that she struggles to reciprocate with Eddie stretching her lips wide but you’re able to tell she’s enjoying herself nevertheless. 

You hum in agreement and lave your tongue over his balls, feeling them twitch in your mouth. His moans grow louder and louder, thighs trembling and hips thrusting wildly. “Shit, I’m gonna– Oh, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” he grunts and pushes Chrissy down completely until her nose is flush with his base.

True to his word, he slowly peels you off him and, with a hold on the back of your necks, guides your mouths together. Chrissy is smiling as she merges your lips in a heady kiss, your tongue sliding around hers so you can scoop up any leftovers that she didn’t swallow for herself, spit dribbling down the corners of your mouths and to your chests.

When his grip on your necks slackens, Chrissy tiredly rests her head on your shoulder. You blink slowly and pet the top of her hair, kissing her temple.

“You’ll come back for us, right?” she asks Eddie with a hoarse voice.

Eddie licks his lips and looks down at the pair of you, memorising the image of two beautiful mermaids looking at him with needy and wanting eyes. What kind of pirate would he be if he didn’t collect his treasure?

He brushes your cheekbones with his thumb, your eyes fluttering shut at the gentle touch. “Yeah. Yeah, I will.”

[moonstruckme]

Hey bestie! I hope your day is going great! If you're open to it could I get some comfort from Steddie? I hate storms, always have and I unfortunately live in the Midwest. We are under tornado watch right now and could use something else to focus on. I wanna live vicariously through my beautiful Indiana boyfriends 😩. If you're too busy I totally understand. Thank you!!!

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Hope your day is going even better ml!

cw: reader get anxious during storms

Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 717 words

You flinch when a piece of hail hits the window, and Steve tucks you closer against his side. 

Eddie shakes his head. He jiggles his keys as he stands from the couch. “I’ve gotta go get the van.” 

“No, no way,” Steve says, not for the first time tonight. “We’re all staying here.” 

“The closest tornado’s way off.” Eddie waves a hand, getting his boots from by the stairs and pulling them on. “I’m just gonna bring her here to take cover in your fancy garage so she doesn’t get fucked by the hail all night.” 

“So what, you think you’re gonna walk home and drive back?” Steve is incredulous. “Tornadoes can form anywhere, dipshit. On the road’s the worst place to be.” 

You tense as the winds pick up outside, and he tightens his grip on you as if he can contain your panic. You’re all holed up in Steve’s basement, the constant drone of the weather channel covering up the whine of tornado sirens outside. It’s probably overkill to have gotten out of bed to come down here this early—because Eddie’s right, the tornadoes are nowhere near you yet, you’ve only got the storm that the weatherman on channel 4 says comes before them—but there was no way you were going back to sleep after the sirens started anyway. Steve knows you feel safer down here, where the only windows are small and nearly at the ceiling, restricting your view of the outside to rain-pelted grass and occasional flashes of lighting. You get a bit freaked about this stuff. 

“Don’t go,” you say to Eddie, pleading. 

Eddie hesitates by the stairs, and Steve looks right at him as he says firmly, “He’s not.” 

The other boy heaves a great, dramatic sigh, kicking his boots off and tromping over to flop back down beside you. You’ve got your legs curled up underneath you, and Eddie lays his head on your thigh, looking up at you with his eyes extra big. 

“You’ll help me take care of the dents tomorrow, won’t you, hot stuff?” 

“Mhm.” You nod readily. Steve thinks you’d agree to anything right now if it’d keep him from going outside. 

He watches Eddie realize this, the other boy’s expression sobering slightly before he doubles down on the teasing. His eyes flick up to Steve. 

“Or I guess you could always pay to get any damage fixed, huh?” 

Steve scoffs, using his free hand to brush a curl away from Eddie’s eye. “Yeah, right.” 

“What? Is my old gal not in the budget?” 

“Your gal’s sitting right here.” 

Eddie’s gaze moves back to you, and Steve thinks he sees you going a bit shy as Eddie makes a show of taking you in. Good. You could use a distraction. 

“Nah,” he says after a minute, quiet in an intentional way that makes Steve grin and you squirm. “That there’s my girl. Don’t insult her like that, Harrington, I’m talking about my old gal.” 

You turn to hide your smile in Steve’s shoulder, and he and Eddie share a look. It’s knowing, contented, grateful on one end and shit-eating on the other, and because you can always tell when they’re conspiring without you you mumble a not-unhappy, “I’m too tired for flirting,” into Steve’s skin. 

“Liar,” Steve accuses fondly. You’re basically flirting with him right now, the way you’ve got your arm snaked around his middle, anxious fingers fiddling with the hem of his pajama bottoms. “Why don’t we just spend the night down here?”

“Ooh.” Eddie turns onto his side, getting comfier on your thigh. “I like it. Whaddya think, baby? We can put on a movie, and that way you can stay here and keep feeling Harrington up.” 

You sigh. “That’s not what’s happening.” 

“Sure.” Steve drops a kiss on your head, and when you try to let go of him he holds you close.

Eddie gives your thigh a conciliatory pat. “We’ve all been there.” 

“If we watch a movie,” you say, and Eddie grins at your obvious attempt to change the subject, “can it please be something not scary?” 

“Sure, honey.” Steve rubs your arm, shooting Eddie an apologetic look when the other boy pouts. “Your pick.” 

When the next strike of lightning flashes in the window, you don’t seem to notice.