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Summary: Both have a vibrator on them, so you can see who can last longer as they go off without control.
Warnings: Smut, Office/Work Sex, Vibrators
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Trying not to hum a moan while turning away at your desk from the front door of the police station, wanting the rush of your body to stop to not embarrass yourself as envy builds from Jim getting to hide behind a door.
Snapping your head up at the sound of Jim's voice, only seeing his face coming from the crack of the door. Hiding the rest of him as he calls for you "Come here," without a second's hesitation, you rush inside his office.
He pushed you against the wall as the door closed, looking into hungry and deprived eyes that matched yours. Smashing his lips against yours, picking up your leg, and feeling the vibrators clash. Escaping moans cause him to pull you away from the door and onto his desk, laying with legs open and wrapped around him as he cups your face with rough hands that contrast his soft lips.
Humming a moan into the kiss as he humps you, feeling your body squirms under him, feeling as though you wanted to cum, not caring for his cock to be in you just to cum against him.
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Summary: Choking you as he fucks you into the bed.
Warnings: Smut, Choking, Rough
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Pressure of fingers and thumb dug into your neck, causing your head to turn to mush as Negan's words in the background fueled the pool that continued to fill your stomach as he fucked you raw.
Resting his forehead against yours, he looks into your rolled and watered eyes as he cures your name, angling himself to rail your overwhelmed body into the bed. The sheets hugged you as they moved with his command, "Fuck, look at you." He comments on your state of pleasure at seeing his effect.
Quickening his thrust as if he were ready at the sight of you mindlessly moaning, Kissing your cheek and neck as he moans, coming to his end. The pressure on your neck tightens slightly, quieting your moans as you cum with him. Softening his grip but staying, he kisses your lips roughly, claiming what's his.
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Looking away from your jet window as night fell made the view uninteresting. Finding your new form of entertainment in your boyfriend, who was relaxing with his eyes closed.
Letting your thoughts run with memories of all the cozy mornings you shared, pulling a need for him, moving yourself up and over, then planting onto his lap, waking him of light sleep. Realizing what you were doing, hands warp around welcoming you in, resting yourself on only one of his thighs as your head rests on his chest, hearing his heartbeat.
Cuddling up for only a few moments before Tony's knee bounces, waking something in you, trying to ignore it, but it only comes to be useless as he bounces faster, pulling whine from you, causing his hand to hug you tighter.
Sitting up, breaking from his arms, and looking at his now smug face, Tony's hand travels down your body, resting on your hips. "Something wrong?" He asks, wanting you to beg for him, shaking your head keeping your pride, but it starts to crumble as he pushes his thigh up against you.
Something swam in you, causing your hips to move down and rock against his thigh. Light moans escape from you, carrying your pride as you get off on his thigh, seeing his face turn in enjoyment at your moans.
Thankfully, it was only you and Tony, with the addition of the pilot, to fill the jet, yet you quieted your moans, causing his thigh to bounce in rhyme to your rocking hips. Hands gripped your hips as he watched you build your high as waves coursed through your body. Stopping your hips and his thigh keeps you from your climax, making your mile-high club have to wait.
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Summary: Rafael being stuck late at the office till he gets a call from you.
Warnings: Smut, Phone sex, Masterbation
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Sighing with slummed shoulders before picking up the buzzing phone, Rafael perked up in his seat, hearing your velvet voice come through. “How’s my Rafie?” You ask with a teasing tone. Not seeing as you lay in bed with no clothes on wishing for him, “Missing you,” he says a bit breathy as thoughts race with you speaking in that tone.
“Alone?” Your question makes his soft cock twitch in his pants; having done this many times on restless nights, he knew “Yes,” he whispers while his hands travel down, palming himself. "Good." Hearing you moan a gasp escapes as he fights against fabric.
“Please” He moans finally undoing his pants feeling what you did, More moans spill into the phone as your hands quicken in pace making his cock leak with pre-cum. “Fuck” he groans, imagining as if you were, there taking care of his hardened cock, “Rafael” Pushing him further to cumming as you moan out his name.
"Fuck, I’m close." He breathes out quickening his hand, “Cum for me” You moan in response giving all of what he needed. Moans mix through the phone as he cums onto the desk as you ride out yours. Breaths catch as both ride out your high, still wishing one was there to clean each other up.
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Summary: Getting each other to cum before the other.
Warnings: Smut, Masterbation, Cursing, Vibrators
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Squeezing his hardened cock against the vibrator, causing roars through his cock. Only making his moans louder, though rewarding in sound, he in turn takes to pushing the one he controlled into you, causing your head to roll back.
"Fuck," both cursing as gasps and moans mixed in the little space between your faces, seeing as he watched your face turn and body react to control of the vibrator in his hand. Waiting for you to spill over so he could win, but you pushed once again, causing him to let up.
Edging each other on only made it more likely all of Alexandria would hear, "Daryl, please." You finally pleaded, needing him to slip up. Cursing into his moans while leaning in, smashing his lips into yours, then feels his thrust into your hand, still pushing against you.
Gasping softly between rough kisses as his moans rolled out and into the kiss, then feeling warm cum covering your hand, quickening your hand, letting him twitch in your hold, breaking the kiss, you watch him unfold, then whisper "I win".
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If someone had told Eddie a year ago that Steve Harrington was fucking his girlfriend in front of him with his consent, he would have laughed in their fucking face. Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington with his girl? No way. And now, well they weren’t exactly friends.
The two were never super close, but they trusted each other. There was no way around trusting each other after being forced together in a group to save the world, or whatever. A year later and they still had somewhat limited contact. Having so many mutual friends now left them seeing each other more and more.
Apparently the trust went deeper than Eddie was consciously aware, because when thinking of a guy to sleep with you for Eddie to watch, you both ultimately landed on Steve. The two of you were always up for trying new things, so when Eddie proposed him being cucked you didn’t shoot down the idea.
You were intrigued to say the least and you were both aware of how Steve looked at you. He was no homewrecker, always keeping a safe distance, but when Eddie called him to ask if he wanted to sleep with you? At first he laughed awkwardly, thinking it was a cruel joke, but when that notion was cleared he had immediately said yes.
You were smart, hot, and he got to fuck you in front of Eddie, a perfect deal. Steve had no qualms with Eddie, but he did love the idea of cucking him. Of course Eddie set ground rules, the biggest one being not doing anything you wouldn’t like. The second? That Eddie is in charge even when he wasn’t the one fucking you.
Steve groaned at it, but agreed when Eddie threatened to find somebody else. Truthfully, there was no one else he could think of, but it didn’t hurt to make Steve sweat a bit. Day of, you restlessly sat on the bed while Eddie welcomed Steve into his trailer. Your legs dangled off the side of the mattress, feet dragging over the worn carpet to settle your nerves.
A creak came from the ground and you perked up, head lifting to see Eddie with Steve standing behind him. Your eyes bounced between them, Eddie being the first to walk over to you. “You’re sure you want this, right?” You murmured an “uh huh”, chin in between Eddie’s ringed fingers when he leaned down to kiss your lips.
Instantly any doubt melted away, soothed by his chapped lips. “Okay. Anytime you want to back out,” he whispered against your lips. “I say red,” you finished, giggling against his lips as you repeated what he had said multiple times. Eddie pulled back, cupping your cheek to shake your head from side to side.
“Don’t be a brat when I’m about to let Stevie fuck you.” The reaction to the name was instantaneous, both you and Steve groaning at it. Eddie chuckled, pecking your lips quickly before backing up to sit on a chair he had set near the corner of his room. Steve took his cue, entering the small room. “Eager?” He smirked at Eddie already being prepared, getting flipped off in response.
However, Steve was not easily deterred, making his way to stand between your legs. “This okay?” He made sure on top of Eddie's earlier worries. You rolled your eyes at him, “Kiss me already.” Steve chuckled. “Bossy? We’ll fix that.” And god, you didn’t know how true that statement would be. You always assumed Steve only had one mode which was gentle loverboy.
The first half was very tender. It was a clear change of pace from how you and Eddie usually ripped each other's clothes off of each other. Steve liked to build up suspense, treating you like you were made of glass. He had slipped each piece of clothing off until you were watching with rapt attention as he finally took his own clothes off.
You sighed, hands hovering before you touched his chest. “I didn’t expect you to be so hairy,” you laughed, fingers brushing over the hair on his chest. Steve couldn’t help but be proud, unable to see Eddie’s pouty expression but he could guess it was present. Steve’s hands found your arms, guiding you to lean back as he climbed between your legs.
He purposefully laid you upside down on the bed so he could give Eddie a closer view at your face when he fucked you. “Are you ready?” Steve asked. Your head naturally tilted back to look at Eddie, making Steve tut. “Ah, ah, not him. I asked you.” Steve’s thumb and index finger pinched your chin and turned your head to look at him. “Yes.”
He grinned, hands sliding down to grab your thighs, lifting them to press to your chest. Steve slid his arm to the backs of your knees, keeping them up. His other hand traced over your mound to slide down between your folds. “So wet already,” he mused. “Is she always this wet, Eddie?” Eddie scoffed, listening to the slick sounds as Steve played with you.
“Yeah, she is.” Eddie tongued at the inside of his bottom lip, blood flowing to his hardening dick. This wasn’t about him though. While you were too preoccupied with Steve thrusting two fingers into your pretty pussy, he would know if he jerked off. This was about you. Eddie wouldn’t receive any pleasure and yes that’s what he wanted, but it didn’t make his hands loosen from their fists. He must have been whisked away in his thoughts, interrupted by Steve’s voice.
“I think she’s loose enough,” Steve commented, looking down at you. “You think you’re ready to take me, honey?” You nodded, cunt drooling over Steve’s sticky fingers as he pulled them from you. “Words, sweetheart.” “Yeah, yes, please, Steve.” He smirked, grabbing his painfully hard cock, letting your legs settle back to a more natural position. Your eyes followed the movement of his hand, swallowing when you saw the girth of his length. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.”
You looked up at Steve, relaxing back at his words; Eddie relaxing the moment he saw you sink into his bed. His dark eyes were trained on the two of you, watching Steve press into you. Eddie’s heart thumped precariously as he waited to see your reaction. Your face was scrunched up, but you were still breathing steadily, taking it perfectly.
Steve pressed his hand to the side of your head, breathing in deeply. “Knew you could do it.” Your eyes fluttered open, staring up at his pleased expression. He was everywhere, at least you felt like he was. The burn of the stretch began to taper off, faster now that his thumb was playing with your clit. He felt your ridged walls contract and he chuckled. “Good?”
“Yeah,” you confirmed in a breathy voice, eyes sliding shut again as you tilted your head back. Slow and soft is once again how it started off. Deep thrusts brushed against all the spots your fingers couldn’t reach. You were so deep into the pleasure you could barely register when his thrusts began picking up.
It wasn’t until you heard Eddie’s groan, opening your eyes to look at him, did you notice how your view was unsteady, shaken by each pound. Steve drove back into you repeatedly, unashamed moans spilling from his lips. You hiccuped, chest rising before falling when you cried out. “Shit, Steve,” you groaned, head turning back to him.
His perfect hair was a mess, loose strands curling on his forehead and bouncing with his movements. Steve flicked his eyes up to watch your face, irises eclipsed by lustful pupils. “Yeah?” He grunted. “So beautiful. You’re so…beautiful.” He blew out the air from his lungs, leaning against your body now.
Ducking his head, he wrapped his lips around one of your soft nipples, sucking on it. It was enough for him to whine, tongue laving over it as he raised and lowered his head as if he was trying to manually make it harden. Steve’s teeth grazed the sensitive spot, eyes glancing up at you as you gave a strangled moan.
He smirked around your tit, popping off to bend over you. Steve’s chest pressed to yours, bodies tangled together while your guts tightened together, his spit on your chest smearing onto his chest hair. “Steve, Steve, oh…Eddie!” Even without Eddie being the one to fuck you, you couldn’t help but moan your boyfriends name. Steve’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly, glancing at Eddie who looked ready to leap out of his chair.
He shot Eddie a look as if to say ‘stay seated.’ and some other unmentioned choice words. Steve bit the inside of his cheek, looking back down at you as he grew close to finishing. Eddie caught on to what he was planning, glaring immediately.
“Steve,” Eddie grumbled the warning, hand retightening into a fist on the top of his thigh. Steve grinned salaciously, “I know, I know.” he responded to your mewls, choosing to ignore Eddie. “He’s being mean right?” Steve knew what he was doing, eyes glinting as he stared eddie down, mouth lowered by your ear. You didn’t know why Eddie was being mean, or about what, but it sounded right in your blissed out state.
“You want it, want my cum…but what Eddie says goes, honey.” The seed was planted, making you realize what Eddie didn’t want. “Eddie please,” you begged him to let Steve cum inside you, needing it. Eddie clenched his jaw, teeth straining under the force. “Babe..” he started, but you were too far gone to realize that you were being bratty. “Please, please, please,” you cried, tears collecting on your waterline. You were so close, unable to cum without confirmation.
“You should give her what she wants.” Steve hummed, bouncing your ass off his hips as he continued thrusting within you, teetering on the edge. It was a dangerous game, though, it was one that paid off. “Go ahead,” Eddie conceded. Steve’s lips curled up into a more sinister smile when he received permission.
Steve pressed his sweaty cheek to yours, skin sticking together. “Want me to fill you up? Pump you full of my cum, of my babies? Fuck you so full…let you swell with ‘em.” Eddie’s eyes widened as you deliriously nodded, sob ripping through you as you clenched around Steve’s cock.
Even Steve seemed surprised by the outburst reaction. “Oh, you want that? Want to be full of my babies, fucking nasty.” he laughed, hips stuttering as he tapered off into a groan. His balls tightened, slapping once more against you before he stilled for a second. “Yes, yeah, take my cum, honey. Make it take.” Steve’s hot spurts of cum filled you up as you shook at the feeling.
Eddie licked his teeth with a laser focus on you as you seemed to fight to cum. Steve’s fingers found your clit, pinching it to send you spiraling. White hot stars bloomed beneath your eyelids as you came, back arching against Steve. Steve chuckled breathlessly, looking back at Eddie.
His hips resumed, grinding forward to push his cum deeper into your cunt. Eddie’s unamused expression came back as he spoke up, “That’s enough.” Steve pants, nodding compliantly as he slowly came back down to earth. His palms rubbed at your hips, hissing as he pulled out, his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy.
You tensed at the feeling, his cum seeping out onto Eddie's comforter. You didn’t want to let go of the feeling, cunt feeling so warm and gooey. “Jesus Christ,” Eddie mused, looking at your spent body, getting up.
Steve was already checking on you, hand smoothing over your head. “Are you okay, honey?” In a daze, you give a dopey smile and laugh. “So good.”
Whenever Eddie played at The Hideout you knew you were going to fuck that night. Every time you watched him play you would nurse a drink by the bar, not drinking any more until Eddie was done. The moment the set wrapped, he was on his way to you, Knellict his guitar in his hands cradled within its case. And like a prophecy being filled, he would buy two drinks then two more, so on until you were both tipsy.
Holding out to get home took too long as you stumbled into his van. Muffled cheers from his band faded into the background as you laughed and hung onto his arm while he struggled to unlock his van. Eddie grunted, jiggling the key into the lock and twisting it. A small click sounded when he got it unlocked and he cheered triumphantly.
Eddie swung the door open, climbing over the driver's seat to get into the passenger's seat, sliding Knellict’s case behind the seats. You raised a confused eyebrow, soon beaming when he patted his lap. Understanding what he meant, you haphazardly crawled in and shut the door a little too loudly.
Jumping, you turned back to look at it as Eddie laughed, leaning to the side to grab at you. You turned back with a snicker and clambered into his lap, his hands pulling you down to straddle him. “You’re so pretty. Makin’ it impossible to keep my hands off you when you’re in there.” Your heart stuttered at his compliment.
“Even when we’re in public?” you slurred in amusement, body leaning onto his for support as you swayed. He nodded carelessly, dragging your hips down, grinding up into you. You bit your lip at the sensation of arousal building up in your body. Your head felt like it was floating, finding a spot on Eddie’s shoulders while he ground against you.
You met his movements, circling your hips over his growing bulge. The thicker seam of his jeans seemed to sit perfectly over his erection, giving you both stimulation. “Would’a fucked you on the bar if I could.” You snickered, “Wouldn’t that be dirty?”
“Yeah it would,” his hips bucked up to emphasize his innuendo. Simply rolling your eyes, you pressed your hips down to slot yourself over each other. It was easy to find the flow with Eddie, the two of you naturally gravitating towards each other. You’d slept together so many times you were sure nobody would ever know your bodies the way the other does.
Eddie groaned, letting his head fall back as he started bouncing his leg. He got his desired outcome when you moaned, holding onto him tightly as the vibration went between your legs. “Like that?” He asked in a cocky tone, like he didn’t know that would drive you crazy.
You could so easily ride him here, or fuck in the back of his van, but there was something about rutting over each others clothes that was filled with desperation. You were both filled with too much impatience, feeling the fire stoke within your gut. There was no way you’d give that up right now.
Your thighs pressed into the sides of his, Eddie grunting when you rocked against him. “Need it,” You mumbled, hands smoothing over his hair. “Uh huh,” he retorted, head fuzzy from the drinks and pleasure. He could feel his cock swelling in his jeans, balls tightening as his dick strained against the material of his pants.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come.” Eddie’s face scrunched up, hips humping up into you, forcing you to press into his body. “Give it to me, baby.” He groaned, ringed fingers digging into your hips. The pet name never failed to work him up. You gasped against his neck when the sudden wave of pleasure crashed onto you, thighs shaking as you came.
Eddie held onto you, moaning loudly. His vocals were shredded from the earlier show, but it didn’t stop him from being loud with you. His hips continued driving up, drawing out your pleasure as well as his. Instantly his boxers were flooded with his thick cum, sticking to his softening dick, but he didn’t care.
Looking up at you in awe, he simpered. “That was hot.” You laughed breathlessly, hand bunching in his curls. “We need a fucking shower,” you mused, kissing him tenderly. “Round two?” Eddie proposed with a smirk, nose nudging yours.
“If you can drive home without killing us,” You joked. Eddie shrugged, knowing it wouldn’t be the first time he drove home like this. “Wouldn’t dream of hurting my precious cargo.” You fake gagged and slid off his lap, fixing your sticky bottoms. “Never say that again,” you playfully grumbled.
Eddie grinned shamelessly, moving back to the driver's seat as you stood on wobbly legs, sitting back in the passenger's seat once he was out of it. “Onwards and upwards!” he dramatically said, starting up his van. He was such a dork, but he was your dork. You couldn’t believe you’d come in your pants moments ago to him. “Be careful,” you warned, kissing his cheek.
His smile only grew as he took your advice, calming down at the single kiss. “Alright.” “Good boy,” you joked as he groaned, flushing red. Turning his attention back to driving home, Eddie ignored his cock already hardening again. “You always do this.” You simply laughed at his misery.
Eddie was rather neutral about being a vampire. There was good and bad that came with it, as anything. One thing he couldn’t determine if it was a good thing or a bad thing though, was being able to smell blood so intensely. It helped him hunt, but it also made it extremely hard to stay away from you when you were on your period.
You hadn’t yet connected the dots of why some days he’d drop off the face of the earth after getting you chocolate, ice cream, and whatever else he could think you would need. Then like clockwork after he dropped the items off he’d leave for a few days, coincidentally when you were on your period. Maybe it was a guy thing?
You knew he was a vampire, but he didn’t talk about it a lot. The ins and outs of his ‘condition’ were unclear to you, never once thinking that he could probably smell blood and it was intoxicating to him when you were on your period. No, you tended to be in too much pain from cramps to think deeply about his motivations.
Just like now, you were curled up on your bed, figure aching from the intense cramps. Eddie had been busy for the week, running errands for Wayne, and he had no clue that you had started your period. If it was any normal day, walking into your apartment like he owned it would have been fine, but when he found you on your bed it was far from fine.
“Shit, are you okay?” Eddie had asked, rushing over when the coppery smell hit him. You whimpered in pain, his hand coming up to cover his mouth when he inhaled your scent. Shit, he needed to go…but he couldn’t abandon you when you were in this much pain. “Eds,” you said pathetically, peering at him over your pile of pillows you had made into a makeshift nest.
“Fuck,” he coughed, eyebrows pinching together in an expression as if he too was wounded. “How can I help?” You shook your head, eyes watery. “I took meds but they didn’t work.” You didn’t want to tell him that half the pain was from cramps and back pain, the other half being that you were so horny you were pulsing beneath your underwear.
Eddie swallowed thickly, trying to ignore the tempting smell in the air when he sat down on the side of your bed. His jaw ached, desperately needing your blood. You instantly curled up to him, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks at the overwhelming feeling of it all. “I can’t do anything,” you sniffled. Eddie’s arm came around, rubbing at the small of your back as you pushed into his fingers, moaning.
He swallowed a groan, squeezing his eyes shut. “Yes you can, you’re the strongest person I know. Practically god or something,” he joked to no avail. “I can’t!” You whimpered, getting worked up. “I hurt so much and I can’t even do the one thing I want.” “Which is?” You stilled, eyes widening.
“Nothing,” you grumbled, shoving your face into Eddie’s side. He shook his head, curls bouncing, “Ah-ah. Come here.” His hands slid to grab your face, coaxing it back out. “What is it?” Your lips were pulled into a petulant pout that only made him chuckle more. Finding the humor in the situation helped him ignore the fact he was seconds away from falling to his knees to beg to drink your blood.
“I can’t come, I can’t do anything about it. Everything hurts too much, none of my toys are good.” Eddie sighed sympathetically knowing how you felt, hoping you didn’t see the growing bulge in his jeans. “What if…what if I helped you?” Your wide eyes seemed to somehow look more shocked. “Really?”
“Yeah, why not. You help me all the time.” You laughed, sniffing. “I help you with selling weed, not giving you handjobs.” Eddie shrugged and moved to roll over, propping himself up by your legs. “Same thing.” It was not by any means, but it was pointless to argue with Eddie.
“Are you sure? It’s not pretty...like at all.” Eddie rolled his eyes, looking up at you with an expression as if to say are you serious right now. “Babe, I’m a fucking vampire.” A look of shock passed your face as he reminded you. It made sense now why he left when you were on your period, or least the first few days of it. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Eddie laughed, slipping his scrunchie off his wrist to throw his curls up into a bun. “So you’re doing this for you,” you playfully accused. Eddie grinned wickedly, “I will neither confirm nor deny.” He didn’t have to say it was mainly for you, you already knew, but it was also to relieve the blood lust he was feeling. Rolling your eyes, you maneuvered to lay on your back, keeping your legs bent up to help with the rolling pain in your abdomen.
“Freak.” You taunted him. He simply licked his lips, “Now you’re getting it sweetheart.” His charm was ever present, but the kinder Eddie was now replaced with the wilder version you knew and loved. Eddie laid on his stomach, splaying his arms on your thighs while he studied you for a moment. “What’s good and what’s not?”
He wouldn’t admit that it was his first time he was doing this while his partner was on their period, but he still needed to know what was good. You shifted nervously, halting when Eddie placed a hand on your waist. “Just your mouth please.” Eddie nodded, lowering his mouth to the waistband of your shorts. “So polite.”
His teeth sunk into the elastic, backing up as he slid them down your legs when you witnessed possibly the most beautiful thing on earth. Eddie’s dark eyes rolled as he groaned at the smell of you being further uncovered. You bit your lip, whimpering at his reaction. Unable to wait any longer, his hand pulled your shorts the rest of the way down as he made his way back up your legs.
Eddie hooked his fingers over the edge of your underwear and pulled them down, salivating at the sight of you. Puffy and wet with blood, wiry hair leading to what he so desperately craved. You winced, looking at the sight of your bloody pad, but Eddie didn’t bat an eye, setting it to the side. Having a towel would be smart, but Eddie was never known for his patience.
“Jeez-us sweetheart,” Eddie huffed, lowering back to lay on his stomach, eye level with your sore pussy. If most guys were scared of this he knew they were stupid. Eddie was salivating at the sight, not only because his body was programmed to need blood. He couldn’t help leaning in, the bridge of his nose bumping your sensitive clit as he breathed you in, you smelled even more like yourself now. Your hips jumped as his nose brushed against your clit, his hands pressing your hips back down.
Oh how he wanted to be rough, but he wouldn’t, refused to. Not when you needed him like this. “I’ve got you,” he muttered, opening his eyes to look up at you. Something had shifted in them even if you weren’t entirely sure what it was. His tongue drags over you so slowly, relishing in the taste of your blood. It was a tentative move, figuring out how to not hurt you with his sharp canines.
You gasp out, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through the pain radiating in your gut. Eddie took his time to make sure he was as gentle as he could be, tongue not as sharp as it was when he usually gave head. He couldn’t help how much he was drooling as he swept his tongue through your bloodied labia. It was intoxicating, Eddie’s brain growing clouded as he licked at you.
His eyes fell shut as he fell into a practiced rhythm. You were already so sensitive from being worked up, your period making you tighter than usual. As if he sensed it, Eddie didn’t press his tongue into you, happily licking away at you. The ache deep in the roots of his fangs ebbed away as he got what he needed. It was messy, blood and spit forming a pinkish puddle under you on the sheets, but he didn’t back down.
Eddie started a slow stroke of his tongue from your hole to your clit, working his way up quicker to swirl his tongue over your clit, sending sparks racing up your spine. The heat that was present in your body gives way to a nicer warmth that cradles your body as Eddie eats you out. Your stomach clenches, threatening to hurt like your cramps when Eddie slides a large hand under the small of your back. The slight change in angle lets you relax further, the backs of your knees moving to lay over his shoulders.
Eddie sucks gently at your lips and runs his tongue over every part of you like you’re his life source. Surely he wasn’t going to die from not drinking blood for a week, but your blood was so thick on his tongue, coating the muscle entirely he was sure he would die if he didn’t get enough of you. Your blood was different than the wetness he was used to, it was stronger and there was so, so much of it.
Every instinct in his body pushed him to keep going until there was no more left to get. He slurps away at the mix of slick, blood, and his spit that coats you. When Eddie lifts his head there's a thick coating of blood across his mouth and chin. If you weren’t watching him you would have thought he’d gotten into a fight. “Shit, Eddie.” His eyes immediately snap to yours.
“Say that again.” You whine at the way your cunt tightens, “Eddie.” He groans, lowering his head again, tongue flicking over your entrance. Your cunt tingles, abdomen pulling tight from his movements. “Fuck, Eds,” you continued spurring him on with your whines.
Eddie’s messy when he eats you up, blood smeared across your mound and thighs. You didn’t doubt that he’d clean it up with his tongue later, body shuddering at the thought of him sucking your thighs clean. Your body subtly bends up, gentle bucks of your hips following his ministrations.
The sparks at the base of your spine lick their way into your abdomen as your body tenses further. Squeezing your eyes shut, you keen. “Eddie, I'm close. Don’t you dare stop.” Eddie chuckles into you, knowing how serious you are. He didn’t dare consider stopping when he was about to watch his favorite person come.
Overwhelming pleasure bursts in you like fireworks, silent screams on your lips as you come. Eddie was only spurred on, working you through it as your cum pushes your blood farther into his mouth. He wiggles his tongue from side to side, greedily sucking up every last drop that you released. Salt mixed with copper on his tongue, melting into a satisfying concoction.
Eddie finally pulls away when you cry out at the overstimulation, air cooling his bloodstained lips as air hits your cunt at the same time. He merely grins, teeth stained red. “You look like a mess,” you laugh as he licks his lips. He shrugs, not caring about your insults when he can still taste you on your tongue. “Only because of you.” You smile, hand falling to your abdomen where your cramps have significantly lessened.
“Did it work?” Eddie asks in a muffled voice, eyes on your gut while he sucks on the fingers that wiped his chin clean. Snickering, you nod. “Good,” he boasts, fingers leaving his mouth. “Next time you need help again, ask.” You roll your eyes, “Who says there’s a next time?”
Eddie was too sure of himself and you were too stubborn to admit that he was right. “Like you’ll turn me away,” he snorts, tracing his hand along your sides. “You’re right…I pity you too much.” Eddie grins. “Whatever gets me into your bed,” His fangs nipped at your messy thigh, a smug look on his face.
• took this in a different way i’m so sorry, fluff so much fluff, mentions of scars and Steve’s demobat scars, dating
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Summer was the time for ice cream, freedom, and of course, swimming at the pool. Luckily for you, your boyfriend was a certified lifeguard with his own pool meaning you no longer had to take a dip in the public pool that was surely filled with bodily fluids you didn’t want to touch.
Steve was always happy to lend you his pool. Getting to see you in tiny little swimsuits, or nothing at all? Heaven on Earth. He’d take anything he could get when being able to see you. If you showed up in skiing clothes to take a dip in his pool he’d still go crazy because you were in his pool.
Night swimming with you was his favorite. There was a larger chance you’d go without a bathing suit, letting him see you. Currently, you were sitting on the edge of his pool, bare legs dangling into the water. The ripples created by the sweeping motion moved to lap at Steve’s chest.
Steve’s hair was soaked, pushed back to stop the droplets on his hair from getting into his eyes. He didn’t want his view of you to be skewed by the water. He was shameless in the way his eyes were trained on your nude body. “Enjoying the view, pretty boy?” Caught.
He grinned and extended his arms, cutting them through the water so he could swim up in front of you. “Oh yeah. Is that even a question?” Steve stopped just between your spread legs and looked up at you with something akin to reverence shining in his eyes.
“You can’t expect me not to stare.” You rolled your eyes, foot gently smacking his shoulder, his hand shooting out to grab it. “I never said you couldn’t.” Steve held onto your foot, turning it to the side to kiss the inside of your ankle. “Good.”
“Cause you’re far too pretty to look away from.” Front two teeth sinking into your bottom lip, you stifle a smile as Steve presses another kiss to your calf. If he could spend the rest of his life between your legs he would. Steve never wanted to waste another moment on something other than you. “My sweet boy,” you praised, hand petting his wet hair.
Steve groaned, nipping at your leg, lips soothing the spot soon after. You knew what praise did to his pretty little head; mucking it up and making it too fuzzy to think straight. Continuing, you kindly scratched his scalp. “Sweet, pretty boy. I love you so much, babe.” He sighed, kissing the inside of your thigh.
“I love you,” he repeated back. “Love you, love your body.” Steve peppered kisses over your thigh, over any blemish, scar, or beauty mark he could find across your skin. He wanted to prove to you how much he loved you, all of you. It wasn’t some pettier high school version of love anymore. It was real and true and one he hoped lasted for his life.
“How romantic, you love my body,” you joked. “I love it because it keeps you here, alive.” Steve’s words struck a chord far deeper than he expected. The scars on both of you could attest to how hard your bodies have fought to keep you alive. He wouldn’t stop loving yours for saving you until long after he was dead.
You gulped silently, looking down at him in the same way he watched you. “I love you,” you said again, unable to think of any other words to express your deep adoration. Steve smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your sex. “I love you,” he murmured against your heated skin. “Let me take care of your body.”
He would take care of you like you’ve taken care of him and take care of your body the way it’s taken care of you.
• no she/her pronouns used, mentions of sexual exploring, protected sex, Steve losing the plot
kinktober m.list
Steve was always sweet during sex. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing! At his core he was a lover boy and he’d know it from how many times you played ‘Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy’ and stared at him with a knowing grin. He knew. And he thought you enjoyed it as much as him, you did! You would be lying if you said the sex was bad. With his experience and the sheer size of his dick it was never bad, just a little vanilla and recently you had expressed that to him.
Obviously he immediately launched into an hour long conversation of how to spice it up and if there was anything you’d like him to do. The two of you had settled on some things you could do, adventuring a bit. It had been going well, it always was great with Steve. Things changed, however, after one night at the bar you two had barely been able to get through the door before pulling each other's clothes off.
Steve had been blinded by jealousy when a guy approached you. If he had listened he would have been able to understand that you had shot him down instantly, instead he had ignored the conversation and settled for edging the two of you for nearly an hour. After the first ten minutes he had lost sight of why he was jealous in the first place. The next twenty minutes he was slowly losing himself to the rhythm. And now?
Well now he was just addicted to the feeling of your soaked cunt wrapped around him. It was torture, but it felt so, so good. He didn’t have the ability to decide when to finally let go, only giving deep and slow thrusts the way he knew. It wasn’t enough though, and he knew it, your clit being swollen and neglected. “S..Steve, please.” Steve finally opened his eyes, looking down at you.
His hand cradled the back of your calf, holding it above his hip. “What is it?” Steve all but choked out, sliding all the way back in with a squelch. “Make me come.” He nodded in a daze at your request. Steve folded up the leg he held, pressing it up as he leaned over your body.
After a second he switched rhythm, pounding into you sloppily. Your arousal coated in a ring around the base of his cock, frothing on his pubes from the force of his thrusts. Steve grunted, veins in his neck straining with the effort. He was coated in sweat, hovering above you so his body wouldn’t slide over yours and cause him to lose his footing.
“Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck!” Steve panted. Your cries were music to his ears when he bent down, pressing his forehead to yours. Each thrust sent your body jostling up and down on his mattress. “So close!“ You sobbed, Steve huffed in response. He doubled down, wiry hair catching on your clit with the new angle. “Almost there,” he warned, hand sliding down to press firmly against your stomach.
Your teeth sunk into his shoulder causing him to groan. His hips moved forward particularly hard in response, a spray of liquid suddenly squirting out of you onto him and the sheets under you. Steve choked on a pathetic sound, spilling inside of the condom finally as you mewled under him. His hips jerked out of pure desperation as he slowed down, sucking down gulps of air to steady himself at the overwhelming pleasure.
Steve’s body swayed, head fuzzy when he slowly straightened up to steady himself. His hairy thighs shook as he slowly pulled out of your abused pussy, careful not to wait too long, staring at the wet sheen on the bed. “Jesus Christ,” Steve sighed in awe, wide eyes looking up at yours. A proud smile spread across his face and he leaned down to press kisses all over your face, chuckling at your tired laughter. “There you go honey.”
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