softdom!eddie munson x sub!reader x meandom!steve harrington ( aka poly!steddie x reader)
bored while waiting for steve to finish up the morning show, you decide to grab his attention- with your bare tits on the radio booth glass . . . ( 2.6 k )
a/n: pretty sure nobody has done this yet but i just love the concept of utilising the huge fucking glass box at wsqk. i guess this also techincally falls into the troublemaker reader au but she' s a bit less bitchy here so idk. also i kinda wrote steve meaner than i wouldve but i dont think hes a full on mean dom so idk if the tag is deceiving lol ( divider by @cafekitsune )
tags: mdni 18 + , flashing, annoying eddie and r, oral (m receiving), cum eating (kinda idk?), p in v sex, rough steve, gentle eddie, cumming inside, kinda mean steve, rough sex, r described as wearing lip gloss and a skirt, pet names, steve calls r a whore like once
There’s virtually nothing to do in Hawkins after the quarantine, so when Steve has to fill in for a sick Robin during their morning show, you and Eddie are more than happy to tag along.
Except for the fact that it’s boring- you can’t even hear Steve through the soundproof booth as you slump down on the couch, picking lint off of your sweater. Eddie kicks feet up on the coffee table, scrubbing his eyes as he yawns.
You sigh, flicking away the soft cotton and turning to your boyfriend as your feet dig into his side. “Eddie, I’m bored.”
He snorts, throwing back his head of pretty curls to stare at the ceiling, his big hands rested on his stomach. “Yeah, sweetheart, I kinda gathered that with your intense lint-picking over there.” he sighs, checking the time on his black watch, “We’ve got like, 10 minutes until our boy’s done, and then we can get the fuck out of here. Grab a pizza on the way home or something.”
Your groan comes exaggerated and whiny as you pout petulantly. “You said 10 minutes until it’s over, like, 10 minutes ago.”
“Dude, you’re so impatient,” he laughs, before jumping up to stretch. His white t-shirt lifts up to reveal a sliver of his happy trail, and you stare greedily. It disappears quicker than it was there, and Eddie holds a hand out for you to lift yourself up. “C’mon, baby, let’s go see how long Stevie has left.”
You both make your way over to the glass booth, where Steve lounges in his chair, mic in hand. He lounges in his desk chair, ankles crossed so he can stretch out. You know Robin would freak if she saw his sneakers all over her sacred workplace. You gently rap on the glass to get his attention,
How long? Eddie mouths, pointing to his watch.
Steve’s eyebrows furrow: 10 minutes, why?
You make an exaggerated gesture of choking yourself, pretending to bang your head against the glass: I’m bored.
Steve rolls his eyes. Read a book, he gestures to Robin’s stack of science-fiction novels on the table. You and Eddie both tried but to no avail. He’d already read all of them twice and would ‘accidentally’ spoil the plot-twist every time you picked up a new one.
You point a finger at Eddie: He can’t read.
“Hey!” Eddie scoffs, shoving you slightly with a pout, “Asshole.”
You watch with a grin as Steve covers his mouth to stifle his laughter before pointing at you and Eddie to sit back down and wait.
“He’s just jealous that if we had our sticky hands on those mics, we would be unstoppable.” Eddie grimaces, rolling on the balls of his feet as he stares daggers at Steve, trying to get him to break as you giggle, “We would rope in so many listeners, and then Steve would just have to be known as our trophy husband for the rest of our lives.”
Steve knocks on the window, glaring at you and Eddie. Cut it out, he mouths, pointing at the microphone, trying to wrap up the morning session before your antics begin.
In true Eddie fashion, he pulls the world's most ridiculous face at Steve, eyes moving in opposite directions as his tongue lolls out. You smack his shoulder, “Dude, how’re you even doing that?” Steve shields his eyes with a hand before throwing Eddie the bird.
“Ouch.” Eddie winces as Steve avoids all eye-contact, making a talking hand motion to the two of you.
“Wait.” You shuffle nearer to where Steve is sitting behind the glass, hooking your thumbs under the bottom of your shirt and lifting them up to reveal your bare tits. Eddie chokes on his spit next to you.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes out, his hand clasped over his mouth. You think it must be a miracle: Eddie Munson, rendered speechless.
You press your bare chest against the glass, hissing at the cold sensation on your nipples as Steve looks up.
The poor boy practically falls out of his chair, his feet slipping off the desk as he sits rigid and upright, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. You watch him splutter into his mic, his wide brown eyes still trained on your tits.
Eddie comes up from behind you, his curly hair tickling your cheek as he holds your hips, pulling your ass back into his hardened cock. You grind back into him and he moans into your ear. “Our poor baby,” he tsks at Steve, both of you watching a tent grow in his jeans, “got him all worked up already, sweetheart?”
You brace your hands against the glass wall as you feel Eddie’s hands travel up your skirt, his fingertips brushing your clothed cunt. In one swift movement, he rips off your panties and your denim skirt, letting them both pool around your ankles. Steve’s jaw seems to unhinge itself further.
You grab Eddie’s wrist, checking his watch. “We’ve got 5 minutes, baby.” you moan as his fingers collect the slick pooling in your cunt, using the lubrication to easily draw figure eights over your clit, “Gotta make this quick.”
You press a kiss to the glass, leaving behind a pink lip gloss mark. Eddie pulls his fingers away to wave them at Steve, showing off your slick ribbons before licking up his middle and ring finger, his digits almost brushing the back of his throat. Steve stays glued to his seat, unable to pull his eyes away. His hand drops from behind his head to squeeze at his bulge.
Eddie quickly removes his studded belt, letting it drop to the floor with a clang before pulling his cock out of his jeans. You keep your tits pressed firmly to the glass for Steve to admire, the surface pushing your cleavage up. Eddie kisses up your neck as your hot breath fogs up the glass. You’re almost dizzy with want as you watch Steve dip his hand into his waistband.
“Sorry, honey,” Eddie mumbles, eyes still admiring the flushed, desperate looking boy in front of you, “we don’t really have time for foreplay.” He guides his tip to your wet cunt to coat it in your juices, preparing to fuck into you and put on a show for Steve.
“That’s okay,” you respond, all breathy and cute as Eddie’s heart swells, “played with myself in the shower before we left.”
His nose gently knocks the side of your head in an affectionate gesture. “Smart girl.” he praises before pushing into you with a low moan.
Even though you were three-fingers deep that morning, nothing would’ve been able to prepare you for the stretch of Eddie’s cock. It feels like years before he finally bottoms out with a low groan, his torso pressing hard into your ass. “Open up for me, honey,” Eddie mumbles, talking to your pussy as you moan against the glass.
Steve’s eyebrow twitches as he watches your blissed-out expression, albeit void of all you and Eddie’s prettiest sounds. His cock aches as he hurries to queue the next songs.
“-And now we’ll be joined by Indiana’s own Michael Jackson with, “We Are The World.” Steve speaks hurriedly into the microphone he’s white knuckling, using his other hand to fumble with his zipper. “We’ll see you all tomorrow morning-” He watches with wide eyes as Eddie kisses the length of your neck, “-This has been, um, the Squawk.”
His trousers are already halfway down his thighs as he presses mute, ripping off his headphones and throwing the booth door open, letting it slam against the wall. The sound of your moans and the slap of Eddie’s balls against your clit fill his ears as he practically sprints over to meet the two of you.
Steve’s on you two in an instant, one hand in Eddie’s hair to press a rough kiss into his mouth and his other cupping your jaw, his thumb snaking its way in between your lips. Eddie’s forced to pull out of you with a wet shlick as Steve drags him over to the couch, their lips still connected as they tumble over the back and on top of each other.
“Hey!” you pout, arms crossed over your chest.
Steve’s hand shoots up to beckon you over. “C’mere.” he says, letting out a long curse after as you hear Eddie press wet kisses down Steve’s neck.
He’s already shirtless, his jeans halfway down his big thighs as Eddie slots a leg in between his legs, letting Steve rut over black denim while he pumps Eddie slowly, his cock still wet with your slick.Your mouth waters at the sight and Steve shuffles back against the arm of the couch, letting you slot yourself in between the two panting boys. His mouth captures yours in a hungry kiss as you feel Eddie come up from behind you, his big chest pressing hard into your back so your tits can press against Steve’s torso. You’re now effectively sandwiched.
Steve pulls away from you, his hand coming up to roughly grip your jaw, eyes flickering between you and a grinning Eddie. “You’re both so fucking awful, you know that?” he grits out as Eddie’s hands reach under your armpits to palm at your tits, letting the soft flesh spill out from in between his fingers as Steve groans.
“I wasn’t the one with these tits on the glass,” Eddie huffs out, pressing a soft kiss to your head, “Fucking perfect, by the way, sweetheart. Prettiest things I’ve ever fuckin’ seen.”
Oh, Eddie, you think, how do you manage to make the most vulgar comments sound so sweet?
Steve rolls his eyes. “Sit back, honey.” he orders Eddie, who leans back against the arm of the couch, peeling the rest of his clothes off onto a pile on the floor.
Before you can process what’s happening, Steve flips you on your stomach, your face inches away from Eddie’s cock and your heat pressing against his length. You immediately grip Eddie’s cock, kissing up his thighs as he cradles your face.
You’re mouthing at the base of Eddie’s cock when Steve presses into you, forcing out a pornographic moan out of your lips. Your legs shake as he bottoms out, his tip kissing your cervix as he presses hard into your back, forcing you into an arch.
“So fucking tight, baby. Jesus Christ.” he groans, pulling out to watch his fat cock disappear back in your warm cunt. “My little attention whore.” Steve coos, his hands running up and down your back, “I shouldn’t even be doing this- giving you what you want. Maybe I should pull out, let you go all dumb on one cock instead of two. What do you think?”
Eddie snorts at Steve’s empty threats, watching his expression that you can’t see. Steve’s eyes roll back with every slow thrust. You couldn’t pay that man enough money in the world to pull out of your sweet cunt, Eddie thinks.
Your head whips around, hands still pumping Eddie as you whine. “No- no, baby.” you plead as Steve’s face returns to an apathetic expression, “‘M sorry, Stevie. I won’t do it again.”
He nods to Eddie, “Eds?”
Eddie pretends to think about it, his thumb stroking your cheek gently as you look up at him kissing his tip so you can encourage the answer you want. “I believe her. She’s drooling all over my cock, Harrington, I’d say she wants it real bad.” he grins.
“Alright,” Steve says simply, and buries himself deep inside of you.
Sparks fly up your body and his hands grip your waist, fucking into you at a relentless pace as you’re thrown farther up Eddie’s legs, hands clawing up his thighs while you scream.
“Fuck, fuck- Steve, wait!” you whine, pleasure making your legs go numb as he digs bruises into your sides. “Take what you want, baby.” Steve says roughly, the sound of his skin against yours filling the room, “You fuckin’ asked for it.”
Eddie talks you through it, watching your eyes roll back with every thrust. “I gotcha, honey.” he coos, his cock still aching, “Feels good right? I’m going to need you to do something for me, sweetheart: I’m gonna need you to suck me off, m’kay? Can you do that?”
You nod dumbly, whines still spilling out of your throat as you grip Eddie’s thick cock with both hands and press his length into your mouth. Your warm mouth envelops him as he grips your hair, gently guiding you up and down his cock.
“Ohhh, shit.” Eddie groans out a beautiful sound, head thrown back as you lick up a vein on his shaft, “Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl.”
You feel filled to the brim as Eddie slowly fucks into your mouth while Steve’s hips slam into the back of your thighs, his pubes coated in your juices. “Fucking strangling my cock, honey.” he groans, feeling the start of his orgasm pool in his stomach, “So needy, being all sweet for me now, aren’t you?”
You try to voice your agreement, but Eddie holds your head down as you breathe in roughly through your nose. The answer comes out warbled on his cock as he sighs. “You don’t have to speak, baby,” Steve laughs, pushing your back into a deeper arch that has you feeling split open, “Pussy’s dripping all over me, I know you fuckin’ love it.”
Eddie groans as you whine around his cock, sending vibrations up his body that have him shivering as he chases his orgasm. “Steve,” he warns, “‘M close, baby.”
Steve nods, running his hands through his hair. “Me too, Eds.” he agrees with a moan “Our girl here’s close too- I can feel her pussy sucking me in, holyshit.”
He’s right. You can feel your thighs trembling as Steve pounds into you, rolling his hips so his tip presses into your sensitive spot inside. There are stars in your bleary vision as Steve’s thrusts become more frantic, your brunette boy chasing his own release.
Eddie cums first with a shout, holding your head all the way down his cock, his pubes tickling your nose. You feel his warm seed trickle down your throat as he moans. “Fuck, baby, so fucking good.” He brushes the hair out of your face to get a good look at your blissed out expression, eyes in the back of your head and your eyebrows turned upwards.
Steve cums just as you do, filling your pussy to the brim as he gently rocks into you, working you through your shared orgasm. Your pussy flutters around him as you feel your body go limp with a mix of exhaustion and pleasure. “That’s it, baby, that’s it.” he praises, massaging your sides gently, “Did so well for us, our good girl.”
Eddie lifts you off of his cock with a wet pop just as Steve pulls out of you, letting his cum run down in between your thighs. “Fuck,” you whine hoarsely, feeling empty. Eddie lays you gently on his bare chest as your eyes flutter shut, hearing Steve’s footsteps retreat back somewhere into the building.
“Good job, sweetheart.” he mumbles into the crown of your head, your hands coming to wrap around his neck. You feel a dip in the couch as Steve returns with a warm towel, cleaning up himself before gently wiping down your legs and you whimper as he brushes your sensitive cunt. “Sorry,” he whispers before coming around to kneel in front of you, gently wiping off Eddie’s cum from the side of your cheek.
“Hey,” he greets softly as Eddie cups his face with a soft smile. ‘’You okay? Wasn’t too mean, was I?”
“No, Steve.” you mumble into Eddie’s chest, your hand seeking his, “I like it when you get all mean, baby.”
He holds your hand tight, his voice gently lulling you to sleep. “I know,” he beams, “just wanted to hear you say it.”
Steve harrington x reader, Billy Hargrove x reader.
(Tw: oral, oral fixation, car sex, implied vaginal penetration, degrading, title makes no sense).
“Little slut, aren’t you?” Billy laughed as he lit another cigarette and placed it between his lips as he stared at the sight of you and Steve. Billy never thought he would be doing this with the person he hated the most. But you both looked so beautiful right now. Steve devouring you like a mad man, and you, panting in pleasure, bucking your hips up to meet Steve’s tongue. You moaned in pleasure.
Steve popped his head up from between your legs. His lips were covered in your slick and puffy. “Theyre such a little whore.” His fingers rubbed up your clit. “She’s a little whore in her element.” The degrading words made you whimper for more. You turned to look at Billy, who was now palming himself through his sweatpants. His eyes weren’t shifting from your vulnerable state.
Steve knew exactly what Billy wanted. Steve smirked as he ran his fingers from your clit to your slit. “Little whores like you are made to take cock.” Steve praised as he patted your thigh. You whimpered, squirming around underneath Steve. “Yeah, you are baby.”
Billy reached over as he gripped your jaw tightly. “Baby, you’re going to suck my fingers while Stevie here, gets you stretched out.” Billy smirked as he tapped your mouth for you to open up, like that; you obeyed. You could taste cigarettes on his fingers. “Yeah,” Billy cooed. “But a whore like you doesn’t need to be stretched.”
Steve watched you sucking on Billy’s fingers. He smirked up at Billy. Although, the two had a bad past, this was something they could both agree on. The head of Steve’s cock was at your entrance. But Steve wasn’t paying attention to you. He was paying attention to Billy. You moaned around Billy’s fingers as you felt Steve pushing his cock into you.
Billy watched as Steve manhandled you. He watched as Steve thrusted into you for a while before pulling out. He locked his jaw when Steve pulled out to show Billy your, now, stretched hole. “Cmon, Billy.” Steve teased. “Play with our girl.”
Hello :) these are all my character Ai bots that I’ve created :) all are based off my stories so it’s not someone copying me.💕 these are all more or less the same:) I’ll be adding more.
: ♥︎ : summary / After weeks without his girlfriend, Art’s finally reunited with her for a weekend, but his extra clinginess and a confession spark something inside Y/N.
She’d been counting down the hours until this moment, her first weekend with Art in weeks. Between her rigorous pre-law schedule and his relentless tennis circuit, their time together had dwindled to stolen phone calls and longing texts. Tonight, though, he was here, sprawled across her couch.
Art had been unusually clingy from the moment he walked through the door. His lips lingering on her neck longer than usual, his hands gripping her waist like he was afraid she’d vanish. As they watched some forgettable rom-com on her flatscreen, he shifted closer, his head finding her lap. Her fingers absentmindedly threaded through his curls, her manicured nails grazing his scalp as she tried to focus on the movie. But Art’s breathing was uneven, his body tense in a way that didn’t match the lazy vibe of the night.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice muffled against her thigh.
Her hand stilled, her eyes flicking down to him. “What?” she asked, her curious, one perfectly arched brow lifting. “Why are you sorry?”
Art hesitated, his face half-buried in her lap, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. He looked up at her, his blue eyes wide and vulnerable, and she could see the guilt flickering there.
“I… I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted. “When I was away, I… touched myself. A lot. But—it was because I missed you so fucking much.”
Y/N blinked, then let out a soft laugh. “Oh, Art, you—” she said, her voice dripping with mock pity. “You’re pathetic.”
She rolled her eyes, shifting her hips to slide out from under him, her silk skirt rustling as she stood. She crossed the room to her dresser, commanding the space as she always did. Art watched her, his eyes tracking every step, his breath hitching as she opened a drawer and pulled out a familiar object; a sleek, black chastity belt.
They’d played with it before, a game that had started as a playful experiment but had quickly become something more. Art made the prettiest noises when he was locked up, his desperation a melody that Y/N found intoxicating. She turned to face him, holding the belt up, letting it dangle from her fingers.
“You had your fun all alone, didn’t you?” she teased. “While I’ve been waiting for you, being good, you’ve been jerking off like some needy little boy.”
Art didn’t protest.
He just sat there, his lips parted, his eyes dark with shame.
He nodded, almost imperceptibly, and Y/N’s smirk widened.
“Lie back,” she ordered, and he obeyed instantly, sinking onto the couch, his long legs spreading slightly as she approached.
She knelt between his thighs, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down, revealing the tight black briefs that did little to hide his arousal. His cock strained against the fabric, already hard, and Y/N tsked softly, shaking her head.
“Look at you,” she murmured. “So desperate already.”
She slid the briefs down, freeing him, and Art let out a shaky breath as the cool air hit his skin. Y/N fitted the chastity belt around him, the cold metal encircling his cock, the lock clicking shut with a sound that made Art whimper. The belt was restrictive, pressing against him in a way that was both frustrating and electrifying.
Y/N leaned back, admiring her work. “You don’t get to have fun without me,” she said, standing and hiking up her skirt to reveal the delicate lace of her panties. “So now... you’re going to make me come, Art. You owe me that much.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Art slid off the couch and dropped to his knees, his hands trembling as he reached for her hips. Y/N stepped closer, guiding his head to her inner thigh, her fingers tangling in his curls.
“Go on,” she said. “Show me how sorry you are.”
Art’s lips brushed against the lace, his breath warm and unsteady as he kissed her through the fabric. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling her panties down with a reverence that made her pulse quicken. She stepped out of them, spreading her legs slightly, and Art didn’t hesitate. His tongue found her clit, lapping at it with slow, deliberate strokes, his lips soft but insistent. Y/N sighed, her head tipping back as pleasure curled through her, her grip tightening in his hair.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Just like that.”
Art’s moans vibrated against her, muffled but desperate, the chastity belt making every movement of his body a reminder of his confinement. The metal pressed against his cock, the pressure maddening, and his whimpers grew louder as he worked his tongue faster, circling her clit before dipping lower to taste her fully. Her thighs trembled, her breath hitching as she rocked against his mouth, guiding him with a firm tug on his hair.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she warned, and Art groaned.
She came hard, her hips bucking against his face, her fingers digging into his scalp as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Art didn’t pull away, his tongue still moving, drawing out every shudder until her grip softened. But she wasn’t done. When he started to lift his head, she yanked his hair, pulling him back to her dripping cunt.
“Again,” she demanded. “You’re not done until I say you are.”
Art whimpered, his eyes glassy with need, but he obeyed, his tongue diving back in, lapping at her with renewed fervour. The belt clinked softly as he shifted, the discomfort only heightening his desperation, his noises a mix of moans and muffled pleas. Y/N’s second orgasm hit her faster, her thighs clamping around his head as she ground against him, her breath coming in short gasps. When she finally released him, her chest was heaving, her cheeks flushed, and Art’s face was slick with her, his lips swollen and his eyes dazed.
Y/N leaned down, cupping his chin and kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his tongue. “Good boy,” she purred.
She pushed him back onto the couch, straddling his thigh, her wet cunt pressing against the taut muscle of his leg. Art groaned, his hands twitching at his sides, desperate to touch her but knowing better. Y/N leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “You don’t get to decide what happens next.”
She rocked her hips, grinding against his thigh, her slickness coating his skin as she bit and kissed his chest, her teeth grazing his nipples. Art’s head fell back, a broken moan escaping him as the belt tightened around his aching cock, the sensation unbearable but intoxicating. Her tongue flicked over his nipple, then bit down just hard enough to make him gasp, his body arching beneath her.
His hands moved instinctively, grabbing her ass, and Y/N’s hand cracked across his cheek. “I didn’t say you could touch,” she snapped.
Art whined, high and needy, his hands falling back to the couch as he begged, “Please, baby, I’m sorry, I need—fuck, I need you.”
She smirked, her fingers trailing down his chest, avoiding his locked cock. “Oh, you’re begging now?” she teased, grinding harder against his thigh, her wetness leaving a glistening trail. “You don’t get to take this off until I say so.”
Art’s whimpers filled the room, his body trembling under her as she rode his thigh, her nails digging into his shoulders. She came again, softer this time, her moans mingling with his as she kissed him, her tongue claiming his mouth. When she finally pulled back, she looked down at him, his face flushed, his eyes pleading, his cock straining uselessly against the belt.
“You’re not done yet,” she said, her voice a velvet promise. “You’re going to keep that belt on all night because you’re my good boy, aren’t you?”
Eddie's hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of Y/N's hair, yanking her head back. The girl yelps in surprise, eyes wide and terrified as they meet Eddie's icy blue gaze.
"Open your fucking mouth," Eddie growls, voice low and dangerous. "And keep it open, or I'll shove my cock down your throat so hard you'll be tasting my balls."
Y/N's mouth falls open with a gulp, and Eddie wastes no time taking advantage. He shoves his jeans and boxers down just enough to pull out his massive, throbbing erection. It bobs heavily in front of Y/N's face, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the swollen tip.
"Take it," Eddie commands, fisting Y/N's hair painfully tight. "Suck it like a good little cockslut."
He slams his hips forward, shoving the first few inches of his thick shaft past Y/N's lips. The smaller girl gags and chokes, eyes watering, but Eddie just groans in pleasure and starts pistoning in and out of her tight throat.
"That's it, fucking take it," Eddie pants, setting a brutal pace. "Your throat feels so goddamn good wrapped around my dick. Such a perfect little cock warmer."
Y/N whimpers and squirms beneath him, drool leaking from the corners of her stretched lips. But she doesn't fight it, doesn't try to pull away. Eddie can see the desperate arousal in her eyes, the way her own nipples is straining against her pajama shirt.
"Fuck, you look so hot with my cock in your mouth," Eddie groans, releasing Y/N's hair to grab her cheeks and spread them wide. He uses his grip to control her head, slamming into her face with abandon.
Y/N's eyes roll back as Eddie fucks her throat raw, tongue lapping clumsily at the underside of his shaft. She can feel herself getting close, balls tightening as the pleasure builds at the base of her spine.
With a snarl, Eddie yanks Y/N off his cock by the hair. Thick strands of saliva connect his softening dick to Y/N's puffy, bruised lips. Eddie smirks down at her, the tip of his cock pulsing with need.
"Get on the bed and spread your ass for me," he orders, voice rough with lust. "I'm going to ruin this tight cunt."
Y/N scrambles to obey, crawling onto the bed and presenting herself with shaking hands. Eddie follows, shoving his jeans the rest of the way off before settling between Y/N's thighs. He runs his fingers through the slickness dripping from Y/N's twitching hole.
"So wet and ready for me already," Eddie purrs. "Such a desperate slut for my cock."
Y/N keens and arches into his touch, pushing her ass back against Eddie's hand. The older boy chuckles darkly and spits directly onto Y/N's entrance, rubbing it in with his thumb before pressing the digit inside.
Eddie obliges, scissoring and stretching Y/N's hole until he can fit two fingers inside easily. He curls them just right, stroking over Y/N's clit until the smaller girl is a writhing, begging mess beneath him.
"Beg me for it," Eddie demands, pulling his fingers out. "Beg me to fuck your needy cunt raw."
"Please Eddie!" Y/N sobs, grinding back against nothing. "Please fuck me! I need your big cock in me so bad! Please split me open and use me!"
A cruel grin spreads across Eddie's face at Y/N's desperate pleas. "That's what I like to hear."
He lines himself up and thrusts forward, breaching Y/N's entrance in one powerful stroke. They both cry out at the sudden intrusion, Y/N's body stretched taut around Eddie's girth.
"Oh fuck, you're so tight," Eddie groans, giving Y/N a moment to adjust. "Feels like this ass was made for my dick."
Y/N can only whimper and nod in agreement, walls fluttering around Eddie's thick shaft. The older boy starts moving, slowly at first, then building to a punishing rhythm that has the bed frame slamming against the wall.
"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" Y/N wails, pushing back to meet Eddie's savage thrusts. "Ruin my ass! Claim it!"
Eddie obliges, pounding into Y/N's clutching heat like a man possessed. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the room along with their mingled cries of ecstasy.
"So fucking good," Eddie grunts, leaning down to sink his teeth into the nape of Y/N's neck. "This cunt was made to milk my cock."
He snakes a hand around to fist Y/N's own weeping erection, stroking it in time with his increasingly erratic thrusts. Y/N keens and writhes beneath him, so close to the edge it's almost painful.
"Come for me," Eddie demands, voice strained with his own impending release. "Fucking come all over my cock like the desperate little cumslut you are."
The filthy words push Y/N over the precipice into mind-blowing oblivion. Her cock pulses in Eddie's grip as she shoots thick ropes of cum across the sheets, hole spasming almost violently around Eddie's pistoning shaft.
The tight, rippling heat is too much for Eddie. With a guttural roar, he buries himself balls-deep and finds his own explosive finish, painting Y/N's inner walls with thick spurts of searing hot release.
They collapse together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, chests heaving as they come down from the high. Eddie nuzzles into Y/N's hair, pressing soft kisses to her temple.
"Fuck, that was incredible," he murmurs, tracing idle patterns on Y/N's flank. "I knew you'd be a good lay, but damn."
Y/N just hums contentedly in response, snuggling back against Eddie's broad chest. Her eyes flutter closed as sleep starts to claim her.
As Y/N drifts off, Eddie tightens his arms around her possessively. He knows he'll never let anyone else have this perfect body ever again. From now on, Y/N belongs to him - to fuck, to fill, to ruin however he wants.
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Trigger warnings: smut, joe himself, power dynamic, dirty talk, breeding kink, dom/sub.
Note: I kinda went off the rails and lost the storyline sorry.
Request.
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A thrill ripples through you as you stand outside Joe Goldberg's bookstore, an old independent shop tucked away on a quiet corner of the city. You double-check the resume tucked under your arm, nervously smoothing your button-up shirt and pencil skirt. This job interview could be your chance to break into publishing - if you can impress the reclusive, mysterious owner...
You push open the door, a small bell tinkling to announce your arrival. The scent of old books and espresso envelops you. Behind the counter, a tall, dark-haired man looks up from his laptop, almond green eyes meeting yours from behind thick-rimmed glasses. Your heart skips a beat. It's Joe Goldberg himself.
"Hello, I'm here for the interview for the editorial assistant position," you say, stepping closer. Joe regards you silently for a long moment, his gaze intense and unreadable.
"Come with me," he says finally, voice deep and smooth like dark chocolate. He leads you to a small office in the back, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his button-down shirt. You feel a blush rising to your cheeks as you sit across from him.
The interview begins and Joe fires off question after question, his piercing eyes seeming to bore into your very soul. You stumble over your words at first, flustered by his close scrutiny. But gradually, your confidence grows as you discuss your passion for literature and your eagerness to learn the publishing business.
As you talk, you notice Joe's eyes flick down to your lips, then linger on the swell of your breasts before quickly darting away. A flicker of excitement ignites in your core. Could he be attracted to you too?
"Well, your qualifications are certainly impressive," Joe says when you've answered the last question. He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers. "But I have to wonder...do you have what it takes to work closely with me? I expect complete loyalty and dedication from my employees."
His voice drips with implication. A shiver runs down your spine as you imagine what other tasks he might expect you to perform in private. But your curiosity and desire have been piqued.
"I assure you, Mr. Goldberg, I would be completely devoted to you and this job," you reply, holding his smoldering gaze. "Whatever it takes."
A slow, wicked smile spreads across Joe's handsome face. He rises from his chair and rounds the desk, looming over you. You swallow hard as he leans down, his lips nearly brushing your ear.
"I look forward to seeing how far that devotion goes," he murmurs. His breath is hot against your skin, making you squirm with building arousal. "Welcome aboard."
Your heart pounds as you realize you've just been hired by more than just a bookstore owner...you're about to work intimately with a dark, possessive man who will stop at nothing to claim you completely.
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Your first day at the bookstore is a whirlwind of excitement and nerves. You can hardly focus on the endless stacks of books and papers Joe piles onto your desk, too distracted by the way his ass looks in those tailored dress pants when he bends over to shelve a book. Or how his shirtsleeves ride up to reveal strong forearms when he's typing away on his laptop. Every time you catch a whiff of his intoxicating cologne, you feel your panties growing damp.
Around lunchtime, Joe strides into your office without knocking, looking impatient. "Come with me," he commands, not even waiting for you to respond before turning on his heel. Your heart races as you follow him through the store and up a creaky wooden staircase. He leads you into what appears to be a small apartment, sparsely furnished but tidy.
"In here," Joe says, jerking his head towards a closed door. When you open it, you find yourself in a luxurious bedroom with a king-sized bed piled high with plush pillows and comforters. The walls are lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.
Joe locks the door behind you and turns to face you, his green eyes glinting with lust and possession. "I've been thinking about you all morning," he growls, crowding into your space until you're backed against the edge of the bed. "About all the things I want to do to this hot little body."
He grasps your hips and yanks you against him. You gasp as you feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing into your belly. "J-Joe," you stammer breathlessly, your hands coming up to rest on his chest. "We shouldn't...not here..."
But even as you protest, you find yourself arching into him, seeking more of that delicious friction. Joe makes a sound low in his throat and captures your lips in a searing kiss, plundering your mouth with his tongue. His hands roam your curves possessively, cupping and squeezing your breasts through your thin blouse.
"I've been waiting so long to get my hands on you," Joe groans against your lips, tugging your shirt from the waistband of your skirt. "To finally claim what's mine."
He makes quick work of the buttons and tugs the blouse off over your head. Then he reaches behind you to unhook your lacy bra, baring your breasts to his hungry gaze. "Fuck, look at you," he rasps, palming the soft mounds. "Perfect."
He ducks his head and latches onto one rosy nipple, suckling greedily. You cry out at the burst of sensation, tangling your fingers in his dark hair. His hand creeps up your thigh to slide under your skirt, pushing your panties aside to delve between your slick folds. "Jesus, you're fucking drenched," he groans in approval.
Two long fingers thrust inside you, making you buck and moan. Joe works them in and out while his thumb finds your clit, rubbing firm circles. "That's it, baby," he croons wickedly. "Let me feel this tight little pussy squeezing my fingers. I can't wait to sink my cock inside you."
Your head falls back as pleasure builds at the base of your spine, coiling tighter and tighter. Joe's lips trail up to your ear, nipping and sucking on the sensitive lobe. "Come for me," he demands huskily. "I want to feel you come apart on my fingers like the desperate little slut you are."
His filthy words send you hurtling over the edge into oblivion. You convulse against him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you, crying out his name.
As you slowly float down from the high, Joe strips off your remaining clothes with quick, impatient movements. Then he sheds his own clothes, revealing a lean, muscled body marked with scars and tattoos. His thick, heavy cock juts out from a nest of dark curls, flushed a deep red and leaking at the tip.
He pushes you down onto the bed and spreads your thighs wide, positioning himself at your entrance. "Beg for my cock," he orders, voice rough with need. "Tell me how badly you want me to ruin this pussy."
"Please, Joe," you whimper, writhing beneath him. "I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me hard and fill me up with your cum. Please fuck me like you own me!"
A dark, satisfied grin spreads across his face at your wanton pleas. "Good girl," he praises, before thrusting forward to bury himself balls-deep in your aching cunt.
You both groan at the sensation of finally being joined so intimately. Joe pulls back slowly before slamming into you again, setting a relentless pace that has the headboard slamming against the wall. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room along with your cries of pleasure.
"Yes, yes, fuck me harder!" you wail, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him deeper. Joe complies with a snarl, jackhammering into you with brutal force. The bed creaks ominously under the strain.
"Take it," he growls. "Take my fucking cock like the greedy little cumslut you are. This pussy belongs to me now."
You're teetering on the brink of another orgasm when Joe suddenly pulls out. You whimper at the loss, but he flips you over onto your hands and knees, pushing your shoulders down to raise your ass in the air. He slaps your cheek hard enough to sting, making you yelp.
Then he's back inside you in one powerful stroke, pounding into you from behind. The new angle has him hitting that secret spot inside that makes stars explode behind your eyes. "Oh fuck, right there!" you cry out, pushing back onto his pistoning cock.
"That's it, fucking take it," Joe grunts, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he rutting into you like an animal in heat. "Gonna fill this pussy up with my seed. Breed this cunt and make it mine."
The vulgar words push you over the edge into mind-blowing ecstasy. Your pussy clamps down on him like a vice as you come screaming his name, milking his cock for all its worth.
Joe buries himself to the hilt one final time and roars as he finds his own release, pumping spurt after spurt of hot cum deep inside you. He collapses on top of you, crushing you into the mattress as you both gasp for breath.
As the sweat cools on your skin and your racing hearts start to slow, Joe props himself up on one elbow to gaze down at you with satisfaction. "Welcome to your new job," he murmurs with a lazy grin, brushing a damp tendril of hair from your face.
You return his smile weakly, feeling deliciously sore and well-used. This is going to be one hell of a working relationship.
I love your Joe x reader x Love fics! You're such a good author and I just wanted to leave a little message to say your works are amazing. Have a good day!
joe fucks you how you like it. literally. if you’ve had a rough day, trust and believe he will be there to rail that stress out of your body. even since you first started dating, he’s been able to read you expertly, can tell when you’re not feeling it.. or, reversely, can feel it in your body, hear it in your moans, see it in your eyes when you’re juuuuuust teetering on that edge. uses it to his advantage. you feel hungry with joe. like you never have before. he fucks you like he’s in debt to your body. joe has and will always be there for you to support you, he’ll take overtime on pleasing you, leaving himself untouched. hell, he comes from eating you out. he only wants to keep you satisfied. he loves you, after all.
Hello :) these are all my character Ai bots that I’ve created :) all are based off my stories so it’s not someone copying me.💕 these are all more or less the same:) I’ll be adding more.
Trigger warnings: unhinged reader, obsession, love and Joe getting jealous, stalking, kidnapping. If I’ve missed any let me know.
Part 1.
After that night, something shifted.
Joe and Love had let you out of the cage.
You slept upstairs now—between them. You ate meals with them, laughed with them, curled up on the couch as if you belonged there.
Because you did.
But what they didn’t realize was how carefully you were weaving yourself deeper into them every single day.
It started small.
You’d let your hand linger a little too long on Joe’s when he handed you a book. Your fingers would brush his, your eyes going wide and shy when he looked down at you like you were some fragile, perfect thing he was terrified of breaking.
Then you’d laugh just a little softer when Love joked, looking up at her like she hung the damn stars, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way Joe never dared to.
You were careful.
Measured.
Deadly.
Because every time you leaned into one of them—just a little more—
the other one noticed.
You could feel it crackle in the air.
Joe’s jaw would tighten when Love tucked you into her side a little too possessively at dinner, her hand sliding around your waist as she fed you forkfuls of her homemade pie.
Love’s smile would stiffen when you praised Joe a little too sweetly about something stupid—how good he smelled, how safe you felt when he was near.
They didn’t say anything.
Not yet.
But you could feel it brewing.
Jealousy.
Possession.
Need.
It was intoxicating, watching them try to pretend they weren’t unraveling.
Watching them bite their tongues, steal glances, stiffen when you gave even the smallest attention to the other.
And you kept feeding it—drop by drop—until one night, it boiled over.
You were curled between them on the couch, your head on Joe’s shoulder, your legs draped over Love’s lap, your body perfectly tangled between theirs.
Joe’s hand absently brushed your hair back from your face, fingers threading gently through it.
Love’s hand, meanwhile, was tracing lazy circles against the inside of your knee, featherlight but deliberate.
You sighed, shifting slightly, letting your body press even closer to Joe—just enough.
You heard Love’s breath hitch.
You felt Joe’s hand tighten slightly in your hair.
The room grew thick with tension, heavy and electric.
“You like her like that, huh?” Love said suddenly, her voice too casual to be real, her hand still resting just a little too high on your thigh.
Joe’s body stiffened. “I’m not the one who’s been parading her around like a trophy,” he snapped back, the words so sharp you flinched—because you wanted to flinch. Wanted to feed the storm.
You shifted to sit up, feigning hurt, your lip wobbling just slightly. “Please… please don’t fight over me,” you whispered, your voice trembling with perfect fragility.
Immediately, both of them froze—guilt flooding their faces.
“We’re not fighting,” Love said quickly, reaching for your hand. “Baby, no. Never. We’re just—”
“We’re just figuring it out,” Joe cut in, shooting Love a hard glance.
You swallowed a smile as you looked between them, your hand clutching Love’s tightly while your body leaned ever so slightly back toward Joe.
