authors note: Haven't written anything in so long, so I will be surprised if this get likes.
warnings; blowjob, riding, praise, age gap, lots of cussing
"Atta Girl", he whispers while you take him in your mouth. Your pretty eyes stare up at him, his cock not able to fit all the way in the back of your throat. You pull back, and a long line of drool and saliva comes back. You lick the sides of his cock, kissing it softly before putting it back in. Your tongue circles over his tip as you stick his tip back in your mouth. Your tongue tastes the salty precum again; your hands stroke the rest of the cock that you can't fit in your mouth. You shove all you can in the back of your throat, gagging all at the base. You're drooling, and tears are in the corner of your eyes.
"That's my girl, just like that," he says so gently. He pulls his cock out of your mouth and wipes the saliva from the corner of your mouth. He lifts you onto the bed, and he lies on his back. His cock is ready to be sat on. You straddle both sides of his thighs, and he holds his cock up so you can sit on it.
You slowly sink on it. You gasp as he fills you up, your pussy swallowing him. "fuck, such a pretty fucking sight." his hand comes up to your face, and the other is lying on your hip. As you sink all the way, his cock barely but almost hits your cervix. He slides his hand down and bounces you up and down his cock.
"That's my girl, show me how good it feels." his hands lay on your hips as you move slightly up and down. You bend down and kiss him. He captures your kiss, his hands coming up to cradle your face. He starts thrusting up in you, the headboard of the bed, slamming back and forth on the wall. "Good fucking girl. Taking this dick so fucking good," he praises you some more. "Come on, I can feel you. Cum on this cock." he whispers in your mouth. You continue to clench down on him and release your orgasm. Your pussy is pulsating with its orgasm. He starts groaning and fucks you faster. Filling your cunt with his cum. He kisses you once more. His head rests on your head. "Did so fucking good for me," he whispers.
thinking about eddie loving his hyperfeminine girlfriend..
mdni
You two would be complete opposites. You love pastel and bright colours, lace and bows and pop music. You do cheerleading at school and you’re friends with Chrissy and all of her friends. You have the biggest heel collection in all of Indiana, and you have a thousand plushies on your huge cloud like bed.
You have a smile sweeter than honey and the kindest eyes. Eddie on the other hand always looked a little mad, you called it his resting bitch face. But his entire face lights up when he sees you or even hears your name.
Everyone always expected you to end up with a guy like Jason, or Steve. So it came as a big shock when the students of Hawkins High saw you kissing thee Eddie Munson at a basketball game after your cheer routine. Eddie himself never even thought about someone like you being his type. But ever since he laid eyes on you in junior year, he was completely gone.
He absolutely spoils you with gifts, with the money he earns at the car shop. When he noticed you like little trinkets and gifts he knew he’d need another job, his first ‘job’ being dealing.
You drag him to the lingerie store every other weekend to buy another sexy set. Getting him into the changing room to make out and give him a little show of course. His favorite set is definitely the pink one with white lace and white bows. Whenever you wear it, you know you’re about to have the most amazing sex yet. He convinced you to wear handcuffs around your wrists once during it, pink fluffy ones of course, he couldn’t have his pretty baby get hurt.
He never uses degrading names like whore or slut, he always calls you sweet pet names like doll or sweetie. He made the mistake of calling you a dirty bitch once when you were close to cumming, you immediately cried. So safe to say he learned from that.
He’s been trying to teach you about his favorite bands and about d&d, and how he thinks it’s so cool and how he’s learning Dio’s newest song on his guitar. But all you can focus on when he’s talking about his new campaign or a new artist he discovered, is his soft eyes and how he’s genuinely so interested in all that stuff. You wanna kiss his face all over, he’s just so cute when he’s rambling. He knows you try to understand, but it’s just not your thing. You have a Wham! poster on your door for gods sake.
You absolutely love watching him play guitar though , whether it’s in the Hideout or just in his trailer. It’s so amazing how talented your boyfriend is.
You love him inside and out. You don’t care what other people say, because you know him better than anyone ever will. He’s not scary or mean. He’s loving and warm. And you’ll defend him like your life depends on it.
And he loves all of you, pink mini skirts and all.
18+ She loves the faces you make when you take her strap. ۶ৎ
You’re on your back in the middle of her soft bed, legs spread wide around her hips, while she hovers above you. The mirror on the ceiling reflects everything back down at you: your flushed chest, the way your thighs tremble, the desperate little twist of your mouth every time she rolls her hips. “Look up, baby,” she whispers, voice low and enticing against your ear. “Watch yourself for me.”
You tilt your head back. The sight makes your stomach flutter: her body moving over yours, the thick strap disappearing inside you with every smooth thrust, your own face twisted in pleasure, lips parted, eyes glassy, cheeks burning. She smiles when she sees you looking. “There she is,” she murmurs, almost fondly. “My pretty girl. Look how fucked out you get for me, baby.”
Her pace stays steady but filthy, hips rolling in that perfect rhythm that hits deep every single time. One of her hands slides up to cup your jaw, gently turning your face so you can’t look away from the mirror. “See that?” she breathes, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “See how your mouth falls open when I go deep? How your eyes get all hazy when I grind against your clit like this?”
You whimper, unable to stop the soft, broken sounds spilling from your lips. She watches your reflection with dark, loving eyes, like she’s memorizing every twitch of your face, every flutter of your lashes.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go,” she says softly, almost a whisper. She leans down to kiss you, slowly, while still fucking you in that same steady rhythm. When she pulls back, her thumb brushes your bottom lip. “I could watch you for hours.” Your thighs start shaking harder around her waist. She feels it and smiles, grinding deeper, slower, making sure you feel every inch.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” she whispers, eyes locked on your reflection. “Let me see that pretty face when you fall apart.” You do — back arching, mouth open in a silent cry as pleasure crashes through you. She keeps moving through it, murmuring soft praises against your skin, completely captivated by the way you look coming on her strap.
When you finally go limp beneath her, she leans down and kisses you again, slow and tender, like she’s thanking you for letting her see you like this. She pulls out gently, then wraps you up in her arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead while you catch your breath. “My perfect girl,” she whispers, still watching your face in the mirror above. “I love every face you make for me.”
★ she loves to surprise you with little things that reminded her of you
like i can vividly see her coming home with a grin on her lips, holding a dumbass keychain of a dinosaur because "c'mon, honey, don't be upset. it reminded me of you!"
★ shane would be so offended if you went to someone else to get your hair cut, let's be honest. like you come home with a new haircut and she's staring blankly for a second before pointing a finger at your head, raising a brow and saying "what the fuck"
★ she gets so quiet whenever she's jealous. her jaw is clenched and her hands are stuffed in her pockets, shrugging and running a hand through her hair when you ask if she's alright
★ she has a little photo of you in her wallet
★ shane stealing one of your favorite rings so she can wear it on a necklace.
you wouldn't notice for a while, until she's changing her clothes and you catch a glimpse of the ring you've torn your room apart looking for
★ if you like to make bracelets, then she'd never take it off. she'd brush it off if someone asked her about it, but if it popped she'd stay quiet, staring at it for a while before gathering it up with a frown on her face
★ her eyes bulge out of her head when you come out of your room after you're finished getting ready for a night at the planet. her heart stutters and she swears she'd die happily if you were the last thing she got to look at
★ if you started out casual and you got together properly, she'd spend so long trying to prove she wanted your relationship to be something real. even if you never asked her for it, she's doing it
★ shane who's so fucking scared of getting too close, but she wants you so badly. she's so scared of hurting you, but she can't stay away from you
★ at her chair at whatever salon she's working at, she'd always have a photo of you somewhere. doesn't matter if it's hidden or if it's out in plain sight, she has one there to make herself feel happy when she's missing you
nsfw headcanons
warnings: fingering (both receiving), oral sex (both receiving), pussy drunk shane, face sitting, somno, semi public sex, tribbing, strap on sex
☆ shane who's fingers twitch when she sees you in a pretty outfit. doesn't matter what it is, her fingers twitch as if she's desperate to stuff them inside you
☆ she's not scared to fuck you in public either. like if she's jealous, she won't outright say it. she'll grab your hand at some point in the night, take you away from whoever you were talking to, and eat you out in the bathroom
☆ imagine shane waking up in the middle of the night, her head is all fuzzy cause she just had the hottest dream about you
she tried to wake you up, she did, but when you didn't wake up, she shimmied your shorts down your legs and buried her face between them.
☆ she gets so pussy drunk so easily. she could be between your legs for hours, just lapping at your soaking pussy. your hands would be weakly pushing her away, but she just grunts and wraps her hands around your thighs, pulling your body further down the mattress so she could slide her tongue inside you
☆ she absolutely cannot resist the urge to fuck her fingers into you when you're reaching up on a higher shelf to grab something.
"shane?" you said when she wrapped her arms around you from behind, turning your head, "what are you doing?"
she shushed you, her hand sneaking down the front of your bottoms, her fingers finding your clit, "you look so pretty, babe"
shane relished in the pretty moan you let out when she rubbed your clit, letting her work you up enough to slip her fingers inside you
☆ god, shane swears there's no better feeling than having her tongue inside you, but your fingers inside her and your lips wrapped around her clit are a close second
☆ she gets dumber than you do when she fucks you. at the start of the night she's talking dirty and making you whine, but then an hour in, she's whimpering into the curve of your neck as she drags her pussy over yours desperately
☆ her clit pulses in her briefs every time she gets a peek of your ass or your tits
☆ yes, she loves your ass more than anything, but she can't resist latching her mouth on your nipples. even outside of sex, she just loves your tits. she can't pick if she likes ass or tits more
☆ shane quite literally loves fucking you in any and every position possible, but she loves watching your pussy swallowing her strap when you ride her. your tits bouncing in her face while you're bouncing on her cock? sign her the fuck up
okay so u did the robby and abbot not allowed to touch yourself, now what about frank?
okay i tried so hard to think of smth for this and i fear what ended up inspiring me is a bit different… but i hope you still enjoy.
18+ MDNI
i feel like frank doesn’t really mind you touching yourself. he wants to hear about it, of course— either while you’re doing it, so he can send you teasing texts that he knows will get you worked up. or afterwards, the next time he’s fucking you, when he urges you to tell him your dirty little fantasies between gasps and moans.
so i couldnt rlly think of a scenario where he tells you not to touch yourself… but i can imagine him coming home earlier than usual one night when he decides to skip the gym and hearing your panting breaths then a frustrated groan
“baby?” he calls out “you okay?”
he’s rounding the doorframe, sees you sprawled out on the bed. his eyes trail over your body— your hands between your legs, moisture coating your folds and inner thighs. his mouth’s slightly agape at the sight. then he takes in your expression and his concern comes back. “oh, baby, what’s the matter?”
“i can’t- fucking- ugh.” you throw your head back against the pillows, cheeks warming from irritation and embarrassment.
he approaches you, clicks his tongue sympathetically. “Poor thing. Good thing I came home, huh?” He tries to tamp any smugness out of his voice, does a halfway decent job. “Need daddy to help you?”
“Frank.” You grumble, shifting your eyes to him. He raises his brows.
“Sorry, what was that?” You just scowl at him. “Hey, if you have things under control in here then I can just go—“
“Don’t.” You grit out. You let out a dramatic huff. Roll your eyes. “I do. Need help.”
“I do need help…?”
If looks could kill Frank would be dead. “I do need help, daddy. Please.”
“There we go.” He beams at you, sits down next to you on the bed and runs his warm hands over your body. You melt immediately at his touch.
“There’s my good girl. Your own fingers just aren’t the same, huh princess? Can’t reach all the right places?” He’s so condescending that you’d slap him if it didn’t turn you on so much. It makes your brain go fuzzy, turns you to putty in his hands, and he knows it. “That’s okay. Daddy’ll take care of you.”
