HungryHoe

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[hungryho3]

The Bodyguards

Frank Castle X Male Reader

Word Count: 3733

This fic will be multiple parts and also have Matt Murdock X Male Reader.

It will contain smut‼️

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You thought that this would be a normal day, staying home alone was a treat you never got, but today your mom had left for the day and you knew she wouldn't come back till late.

Most people would maybe invite friends over maybe have a party. But you just sat on the couch with no headphones in, in your pijamas looking at your phone while a movie played in the background. The sun was already down on the horizon when you suddenly heard a loud thud on the fire escape outside the window. You at first thought it was maybe a cat or someone had dropped something from a higher floor, turns out it was a whole ass person.

At first you didn't know who it was or how they had gotten there but the closer you got, you saw it was none other than,

"Daredevil?!" You gasped

He knocks on your window and you quickly open it as he slumps into the room. He's all bloody and has some obvious stab wounds all over his body. He tries to stand up but falls over into your arms. You check to see if he's ok but he's knocked out, still breathing but obviously unconscious.

You proceed to try and drag him over to the couch, you drop him twice before successfully managing to prop him up in the couch.

You then proceed to run over for your first aid kit you had at home and try to clean up his wounds, but first you remove his helmet. You are shocked to see his face. You are shocked to see the face behind this mask, a strong jawline outlined by a stubble beard he has such a handsome look to him, blood covered face aside. You try to concentrate as you now have a bleeding vigilante in your couch and get to try and patch him up.

You then take off his uniform, you feel your heart skip a beat as you see his very defined physique being slowly revealed as you take off his chest piece. As you finish taking off his chest piece leaving him in only his pants you try to concentrate and patch him up the best you can.

Once you're done you sit back and clean the sweat off your face and stare at the very hot man that's half dead laying in your couch. It's now almost 3 am and even tho you're a night owl that scare and first aid session had drained you, but just as you where dozing off into sleep the man in your couch wakes up in a jerk, hissing from the pain of his wounds. You jump back into being awake and see him touching his face realizing his mask had been taken off , he turns to look at you, you notice his eyes do not move or react at all... you find that odd specially as you now go to sit next to him to have a closer look and he asks,

"Who are you?! Where am I?!"

You respond,

"Im Y/N, you dropped down half dead into my apartment and I hope I helped in fixing you up a bit"

He questions,

"Anyone saw me apart from you?"

You look at him still kinda confused but answer,

"No, just me"

He looks relieved and tries to get up as he says,

"Ok great"

But as he tries to stand up he falls back into the couch with a face of agony and you tell him,

"You can't stand up, from the little I could patch you up you got a pretty big wound and who are you anyways?"

He nags at the question and says,

"None of your business, the less you know the better"

You look at him confused but with a little understanding as you knew he was daredevil. You try to help him get up.

"Lemme get your clothes and mask so you can leave"

He nods and you go pick up the costume you had put aside in the other room. You comeback to him back up and looking so handsome as the shadows from the light coming from the TV outlined his physique perfectly, as you're distracted looking at his toned body he speaks,

"Are you sure no one saw me coming into this apartment with you?"

You look at him confused as you hand him his costume,

"Uh not that I know of, but you did drop half dead into my apartment so I didn't really think to check if anyone was watching"

He grumbles as he puts his costume and helmet back  on and limps a little as he goes to the window and says,

"Thank a lot for the patchwork, see you around"

You see him climb out the window and jump up into the roof. You close the window and go back to the couch and lay there, the movie still on, remembering how hot that man was and also wondering how the hell is anyone gonna believe you about this. As you keep making up scenarios in your head to try and understand what just happened you doze off into sleep.

You are woken up by a loud knock on the door and check to see your phone to see texts from your mom she won't be arriving till late in the morning and to the time. It's 7:34 am, way too early for this shit. Specially a Saturday. You just keep hearing knocking, knocking and knocking as you try to ignore it and sleep, until it stops for a few seconds. The knocking turns into a loud crash and you hear your front door crash open and what sounds like 3 men bash in. You fall off the couch and see them, they see you and come sprinting towards you, as your run to your room.

You manage to get inside and lock the door as the 3 men start trying to kick the door down. You block it with a dresser and try to hide. You're scared shitless, having no fucking clue what's going on. When you suddenly hear them stop and gunshots explode, in your head they're shooting down the door and you're done for. Then you hear screams and then silence. The silence to be broken by a familiar voice.

"Hey it's me, open up"

It was daredevil. You unblock the door and open it to see him standing there, the 3 guys laying uncounsious on the floor. He asks if you're ok as you stand there in shock, red tear covered eyes and feeling your heart about to Burst out of your chest. He says,

"It's ok, calm down, it's all gonna be ok"

And then just as those words left his mouth a rain of gun fire came down. He ducked grabbing you and staying on top of you as he then threw one of his battons. You closed your eyes and covered your ears and just hoped it'd all end right then and there but then it all did. The gunfire stopped and a second man was now standing at the end of the hallway, a man wearing a bullet proof vest with a skull painted on it. You immediately recognized him as the punisher, Frank Castle. You then heard him say to daredevil,

"What the fuck was that red?, your little cane was supposed to stop all those bullets?!"

You looked at him holding daredevils batton and waved a hesitant hello at him as you see feel yourself blush red dye to the situation you're in with this hot man on top of you.

"Who the hell is that red?"

Daredevil got up and off you and said,

"This is Y/N, they helped me last night when I was injured"

He held his hand to you and helped you stand up. You where so embarrassed standing there in your pijamas when you heard daredevil say,

"This is Frank, he's been helping me with some cases lately, apparently with yours now too"

"what do you mean mine?!"

DD: "it seems someone must've seen me with you last night, making you a target, based on the people they've sent now after you and me, they're the last kind of people you'd want on your ass"

Y/N: "who's people?!"

DD: "kingpins"

You feel your heart drop as you hear that kingpin might be after you.

Y/N:"But why?!"

DD: "he probably thinks you know my identity"

Y/N: "well don't I?! I saw your face last night"

DD: "doesn't matter, he thinks you know which is enough, we're gonna take you out of here and into a safe house. The police isn't safe if they got you into custody"

Frank: "he's right about that"

You look at both of them and daredevil tells you to move. He grabs you by the wrist and makes you follow him out the apartment, while you're trying to dodge broken glass and dead bodies. Before you leave you manage to atleast put some shoes on, a jacket and grab your phone and charger. Daredevil leaves through the window again to check if there's anymore people coming and Frank leads you outback to a black car. Frank was really intimidating, but you found him so hot, he had such a powerful presence and a very handsome and rugged face, you just could find a way to describe it. You just loved his big nose, the little scruff beard he has and that deep voice he used to guide you.

Frank: "Ok we're here, get in the car"

You get in and see Daredevil in the rooftop give the ok sign to Frank and you drive off. At first there's silence while you try and process what's happening. Then it hits you and realize,

"What am I gonna say to mom?!"

You say out loud not realizing and Frank says,

"What was that sweetheart?"

You blush at his response but quickly say,

"What am I gonna tell her, my mom?! There's dead dudes in our apartment and I'm gone?!"

"The less she knows the safer she'll be, you may call her from a pay phone to say you're safe but for now we need to get you to the safe house"

You nod and just keep quiet the rest of the way until you arrive to what looks like an old apartment building. You get off the car and Frank guides you through a back door and up the stairs to the 4th floor. He then opens a door and says,

"Welcome to the safe house kid"

You walk in your pijamas holding the little bag of stuff you managed to grab before leaving your house and see it's a pretty small apartment. It had 2 rooms, a bathroom, a little kitchen and a small living area with 2 couches and a small tv. Frank goes ahead and guides you to one of the rooms and says,

"You can stay here"

It had a window covered by cardboard, a queen size bed, a small nightstand and a chair in a corner next to a bookshelf that had guns instead of books. You walk in and say,

"Thanks Punisher or um Frank? What do you want me to call you?"

"Frank is ok sweetheart" he grumbles as he looks around the room

He walks away and then we hear someone coming in through a window in the other room and Frank is quick to arm up, but he calms down once he realizes it's just daredevil. He comes in and says,

"No one followed us and for now it seems we're ok"

He turns back to look at you sitting in the bed in your room and says,

"Oh I'm glad you seem to have settled in, I'll have to go get some food for you but for now this will be your home"

He turns to Frank and then back to you and says,

"Only a couple of rules, we won't be here all the time, you're not allowed to go out under any circumstances, don't remove the cardboard from the windows and we will be checking in daily"

You nod and see daredevil whisper soemthing to Frank and then say,

"Frank will be staying with you a while today"

And he proceeds to open a window and leave. Frank puts down his guns and goes to sit down on the couch as you're still in the bed trying to process what's going on when you hear Frank yell,

"Hey sweetheart come here"

You feel your heart start beating a million times a second and your face turn bright red from those words being uttered by that tall handsome man with a gravely voice. You get up and go to the living area and sit down on the other side of the couch he is In.

"What's your name? I just noticed I never asked"

You feel flustered at the question and answer,

"Um my name is Y/N, Daredevil told you when we where at my apartment"

He cracks a little smile and puts his hand on your shoulder and says,

"Oh yeah, sorry for that Y/N, but nice to formally meet you kid"

You feel like you're about to combust as that daddy of a man places his hand on you.

"You ok?"

He says as he sees you panicking at what's happening,

"Oh yeah sorry, just still kinda shaken up about the whole kingpin is after me ordeal"

He scoots closer and wraps his arm around you and says,

"Don't worry we're gonna protect you"

You feel as if you're gonna explode from him being this close to you and it does not help the situation when Frank says,

"Are you ok? You're redder than a tomato"

You quickly get up and excuse yourself as you take a quick look back at Frank with a grin on his face as he rests back and puts his leg up on the table in front of the couch. Exposing his crotch and showing off his legs and looking so hot in the process.

You go to your room and sit there for a while headphones in listening to music trying to sleep when then Frank comes in and says,

"I gotta take a shower, so yell for me if anything happens"

You nod and he walks off into the bathroom. You hear the water turn on as you imagine how Frank would look naked. Your dirty train of thought is stopped when a few minutes later Frank yells to you if you could reach him a towel. He yells to you they're on the dresser by the bed and you're quick to grab one and knock on the bathroom door,

"Here it is Frank"

He opens the door and reaches for it thanking you, but you catch a glimpse of his wet toned body and feel yourself get flustered and as soon as the towel is in franks hands you run back to the room.

You're able to hear Frank let out a little giggle as he closes the door back up.

You hear the water stop and see Frank come out in nothing but a towel. You see this and immediately try not to look as he walks into your room and goes to the dresser.

"You can look if you want, I don't mind" Frank says

You catch a peek of his muscular back, water dripping down, his wet hair and the towel hanging dangerously low as he opens the closet to grab a t shirt and some jeans. You feel your stomach turn and your palms feel sweaty as you see this beast of a man half naked in the same room as you. He turns around again and sees you peaking and you quickly turn the other way to pretend you weren't.

"I saw you sweetheart" he says with his deep gravely voice

You hear him walk towards you and feel him sit on the other side of the bed as he places a hand on your leg and says,

"You've been eyeing me ever since I first met you, got anything to say" as he rubs his big hand up and down your thigh

You turn back to see him with a smug look on his face, proud of how nervous he's making you, as his hand slowly travelled up your body to cup your face making you look up at him. You gulp down saliva as you feel your stomach flutter as he slowly pulls you into a kiss. Your lips crash and he shoves his tongue down your throat as he gets on the bed and on top of you. Showing who's in charge as you wrap your arms around his neck and run down his back.

"Now that's more like it baby"

He utters once the kiss breaks. You make him rest on top of you as you feel his boner grow and his hand run through your hair pulling on it revealing your neck to him, which he mercilessly attacks. Biting and kissing it, leaving marks and hickeys all over it.

He then finishes taking his towel off revealing his throbbing erection.

"Like what you see"

You're not able to fully process the size of that thing before Frank pulls you into a kiss again. He proceeds to put your legs on his shoulders as he pulls your pijama pants off exposing your tight hole to him. He goes back and spits on it,

"What a nice little pink hole you got baby"

You blush at the comment followed by a moan as he starts to massage it with one finger before pushing one in. A small moan escapes your mouth as he's helping your hole open up. He then proceeds to lick from your balls to your exposed hole.

He runs a couple of laps on your pucker, a shiver traveling down your body as you felt the little stubble of a beard he had grace against your skin. His hands having a tight grip on your body as he went to town eating your hole, running sloppier by the second before you felt him get up and spit on it again.

You feel Frank pull you closer, one hand on your hip the other one using it to aim his dick at your wet hole. He taps his thick cock onto your hole before slowly letting it in as he layed on top of you.

Slowly leaving kisses down your back as he went in deeper into you. You shivering from the feeling of his length slowly entering you and his soft supple lips appreciating your body.

You felt him balls deep as he had one hand on your hip keeping you in place as you felt it was too much, but he kept you in place and with the other he grabs a hold of your hair and pulls back your head as you let out a soft moan when he slowly begins to thrust into you.

Frank began slow but then began to pick up pace as he layed back on top of you and pulled you into a kiss. His hips moving so gracefully in and out of you all you could feel was ecstasy. He wrapped one hand around your throat as he whispered into your ear,

"Now who's a good boy?"

You didn't know how to respond this this, so You just turned back at him and nodded slightly as you feel his hip movements become more violent and him lunge in for a kiss. Frank becoming almost an animal, using your hole violently and Slapping your ass, leaving a red handprint on your ass cheek as the bed shakes violently from how hard Frank is fucking you. He pulls away from the kiss and spits in your face and says,

"You're daddy's little good boy? Uh?"

You continue nodding as nothing more than moans are escaping your mouth as Frank has you pinned down against the bed, drilling your ass with his thick cock. Your dick was rock hard and leaking as Frank had found your sweet spot with ease and was hitting it none stop loving seeing you become a completely and utter moaning mess as he used you.

"I'm gonna cum Frank" you say

Frank doesn't stop tho and goes,

"You're gonna be done when I am baby"

His deep gravely voice making your insides feel like melted butter, but you just nod since you couldn't contain yourself any longer. You feel yourself cum all over the bed. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head and Your hole tightening around franks cock as he was not done yet.

"Seems like someone decided to disobey me"

Frank says as he slowly stops and goes slower for a second cupping your face with his hand and placing his thumb on your lips.

"I will be done when you're filled up with my babies sweetheart"

He says before he makes you suck on his thumb and give you a little slap on your barely conscious face. He goes back to fucking you but he doesn't last long as your tight hole makes him in one final thrust finish inside you as you lay limp on the bed. As he paints your insides white he bends over and bites into your shoulder, leaving teeth marks. Which he proudly comments on with that deep voice of his,

"Those goons might not have hurt you but I sure did"

He leans in for a kiss as he slips out of you and lays in the bed next to you.

"You're pretty good at this"

You nod as you feel yourself start to fall asleep from the rush of this and the night before start to wear off. After all in the last 30 hours you had probably slept around 3-4 hours total.

Frank takes the hint and helps you get under the covers and gets in bed with you.

Wrapping his big strong arms around you as you cuddle up to him, burying your face in his chest. Just as you're about to doze off you heard Frank whisper to you,

"I'm gonna make sure nothing happens to you, ok?"

You nod slightly as you doze off...

[mattmurdeaux]

Nothing sluttier than when a man's chest is popping against his tight shirt 😵‍💫

[chrisevansredbelt]

Fight and Fuck

YALL SEE THEM FUCKING VEINS RIGHT??

pairing: frank castle x reader

warnings: SMUT. 18+ ONLY PLEASE. gunplay, sex, PIV, hatefucking. enemies to lovers but like still enemies. spanking, rough, BDSM i guess, manhandling, slapping, marking, choking, spitting. kinda degrading on both parts but frank does it more bc he’s mean.

summary: you’re some anti-government spy idk anything you want. but you’re a criminal in franks eyes. and what does the big, bad punisher do with criminals? he fucks them of course! well, only the pretty ones with a smart mouth, nice tits and a great ass… aka you.

a/n: this and all of my frank works are just self indulgent as fuck like YALL send requests bc it’s just not safe for anyone to see what my brain is like.

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You knew he was in your house the second you entered through the doorway. You would go as far to say that you swore you smelt him out in the hallway but that had to be pushing it.

You knew he was in your house because of the way your rug had shifted place. What was once flat against the ground now had a small bump that could have only occurred if someone’s big, dumb feet had tripped over it.

Frank.

You smiled to yourself softly, both excited and finding humour in how easy Frank was.

As much as it triggered you, you kept your shoes on, figuring they would come in handy if you had to run for your life or kick him in the face.

With a purposefully audible sigh, you set your bags down onto the counter top of your kitchen. You’d put them away later. For now, you wanted to play with Frankie.

You took your coat off, throwing it blindly into your bathroom, hoping it landed in the hamper. Also hoping it scared Frank if he was in there. You took off a few more layers you had on until you were left in a slim fitting tank. If you couldn’t fight him, you’d seduce him instead.

You purposely continued to turn your back on obvious hiding spots around your apartment. Closets, doors. He was yet to pounce, but you knew he was coming. It’s just a matter of where from.

Your apartment wasn’t too large. The run-down top floor above a ballet studio. Top floor, technically meaning penthouse but it was anything but one of those penthouses.

The wallpaper was peeling, the windows shook in even the smallest gust of wind, it leaked, the lights buzzed… if they decided to work. But it was cheap and warm- in certain places, and somewhat cozy. Also hidden, barely anyone knew it was even a place someone called home… with the exception of Frank being able to find it, of course.

You hummed to yourself now, growing a little impatient as you began cleaning up a little. You deliberately made yourself vulnerable now, picking up a few stray mugs that you’d left out and bringing them towards the sink.

It was then that you heard it. The creak in the floorboards, in particular the one in your bedroom, closest to the door, the floor board with a particular wood marking that looked like a vagina.

You smiled to yourself again, reaching under one of the cabinets and grabbing the Beretta 92 you had velcro’d underneath.

To disguise the sound, you turned on the sink and cleared your throat, clocking the gun as quiet as you could.

Frank cursed himself for the small creak he made, even if you seemed to not have heard it. Damn boots. They were good for kicking people in the face, but not for espionage work.

The sound of the sink made him smile to himself. Yes. He had you exactly where he wanted. You would mindlessly do the dishes like the dumb, little housewife you were and big bad punisher Frank would come up behind you and knock you out. Or slit your throat, depends on the fight you got in you and the mouth that comes with it.

As he slowly nears the kitchen, the sound of the sink becomes more clear. He can still hear you humming a repetitive tune and steadies his feet even more now that he’s closer.

Finally entering the main part of your living area, Frank furrow his brows as the kitchen appears empty. The sink still runs, a direct stream however straight into the bottom of the porcelain bowl. Your phone sits on the kitchen counter… replaying a voice recording of the tune you had been humming earlier.

He lowers his knife now, blinking dumbly at the empty scene before realising he’d fell for it. Motherfucker.

He doesn’t want to, because he knows how this’ll go. But he does it anyway. He turns on his feet slowly and is met with the barrel of a gun that once pointed to the back of his head.

At the end of it, you. You son of a bitch.

“Gotta be lighter on your feet, baby cakes.” You quirk mockingly, always the one for dramatics.

Too bad you let it catch you off guard.

Frank smiles curtly and before you can even blink, harshly grabs at your gun.

You struggle against him, tightening your grip on the gun, however now allowing Frank to pull you towards him.

He twists your arm so far that you’re surprised it didn’t snap off and you try your very hardest not to groan out in pain. You bring your knee up to connect with his crotch and he mostly flinches rather than buckle over like you’d hoped.

Of course this motherfucker has balls of fucking steel.

With basically all control over you, he shoves you up against the nearest wall, the air basically forced out of your lungs as your back collides with the wall.

“Gotta be quicker than that, baby cakes.” He mocks back.

You struggle against him more, but find yourself stuck. The twist of your arm starts to burn and you’re left no choice but to drop the gun, knowing it’s the only thing that will make him release you.

You feel a pang of defeat as it drops to the floor, but you don’t let that last long. You fake a small sigh of bliss as Frank loosens up on your twisted arm, before opening your eyes and bringing your head against his skull in a painful headbutt. God, note to self, never headbutt someone with a skull as thick as Franks.

You take his moment of distraction to shove him off you, kicking him in the stomach and sending him to the wall. Your vision is too blurred to find the gun so you make a run for it… until, Frank grabs at your ankle and tugs you to the floor.

“Fuckin’ bitch.”

You yelp in surprise as you land against the hardwood. You spin around in Franks grasp and manage to kick away his hand at your ankle, backing away from him in an attempt to regain your footing. When you see the gun in his hand however, you find it almost impossible to be able to stand again. All you can really do is blink at him dumbly, and slide backwards against the hardwood as he clambers toward you.

You quickly look around you and grab any object you can, knocking it over to obstruct his path but it’s barely any use. He just picks them up as if they weigh nothing and throws them across the room.

When your back reaches the side table of your living room, you quickly pull yourself up and grab the candle holder that once resided on the table.

Without even thinking, you swing it in front of you and catch Frank in the cheekbone. His head jerks to the side and the skin turns red in an instant.

He grabs your retreating hand and with all his mighty force, shoves you back against the ground. In an instant, he has all your limbs trapped. Your legs unmoving underneath his hips and your wrist held together by just one of his large hands.

“Fuck, you’re heavy.” You wheeze, feeling the brunt of his weight upon you and wanting to get a rise out of him. Probably not a smart move because of the gun he has now pointed to your temple. His knife dangling in the palm of the same hand, poking slightly at your collarbone.

“God, shut the fuck up for once in your life.” He mutters through gritted teeth, “It’d get you out of a lot trouble-“

“I’ll shut up once you lose some weight.” You throw back.

He just stared down at you as he breathes heavily. Using your wrists, he lifts up your upper body a few inches off the ground before slamming it back down again, your head colliding with the floor and making you go a little dizzy.

Using his forearm to hold down your hands, his hand now goes to your throat. You find yourself tilting your head up, almost giving him more access to your throat as his clammy hand wraps around it.

He instantly adds pressure and you can’t help the way your eyes widen a little at the lack of air able to pass through.

“Give up yet?” He cocks his head slight, gun digging further into your skull.

“Actually,” You swallow, difficult against his hand. You soften your eyes as you wiggle underneath him. Purposely doeing your eyes, but also half an accident with the lack of oxygen already in effect, “I’m more aroused.” You rasp, not breaking the eye contact you hold with him, “I always liked choking, how did you know?”

“Fuck you.” He seethes.

He moves the gun from your temple to the centre of your forehead now. The knife drags across your chest, sharp side down and slices a small cut against your skin. You grunt at the burn, but remain looking up at him. Almost challenging him.

It’s silent now. The only noise is the heavy breathing coming from the both of you.

You would be a big, fat liar if you’d said you weren’t scared. You didn’t know if Frank would really shoot you. You could see why he would, but you could also see why he wouldn’t.

The would outweighed the wouldn’t.

This little cat and mouse game would finally come to an end. All those nights coming home after escaping him. The time he stabbed you in the thigh. Or when he gave you a black eye. When he broke your hand. When you broke his nose. Or when you shot him in the shoulder.

You were more like WWE partners at this point. It was… fun.

You couldn’t help the rush of adrenaline that would course through your body every time you encountered Frank. The way he manhandled you. You liked every second of it. Even when your life was literally in the hands of Frank Castle.

“Stop hesitating and do it.” You whisper, no longer able to find your voice.

He eyes you down as you lay completely at his mercy. The blood from where he cut you trickling down towards his hand. Your cleavage emphasised because of your position on the ground. Your chest heaving in sporadic patterns to accomodate for the hand around your throat.

Slowly, Frank traces the gun down the bridge of your nose. The knife still in hand, gliding down your chest now, towards the depth of your cleavage. It stings, but nothing you haven’t felt before. He nudged the gun against your lips now, their already parted state allowing him to slip it just past your teeth. He keeps it there for a few seconds, focusing on the knife now as he cuts another horizontal line across your chest.

You don’t need to look at it to know what he’s done. As previously mentioned, he’s too predictable and the proud look on his face only adds to it.

He’s marked you with the letter ‘F’. It’s dodgy work and it the blood seeps out of the cuts slowly, igniting the small letter against your skin. Figuring it’s useless without the second initial, he quickly adds a ‘C’ next to it. He eases his grip on the knife now, satisfied with his work and discards it to the floor, next to your head.

He tightens his grip on both the gun and your neck. He continues to move the gun down your body. You don’t miss the way his eyes darkened as the gun drove between the nape of your tits.

Once it passed over your stomach and didn’t stop, you squinted your eyes at Frank. He persisted, now teasing the gun at the waistband of your cargo trousers.

You shifted your hips underneath him but it was no use. He was too strong… and your body wasn’t speaking for your mind. You wanted this. But you couldn’t let him know that.

“Fuck you.” You spit, eye contact never breaking.

All you can do is blink as he shoves the gun further down, underneath your panties now and through your folds.

The ease of the gun against your lips due to your slick makes him raise a brow in curiosity. Mocking curiosity that is. You wanted this. But he already knew that.

It was filthy. That’s what it was. Your opponent fucking you with your own weapon. An insanely intimate act of trust. But that was exactly it.

You trusted Frank.

The insertion of the gun inside you finally caused you to break eye contact with him. Your eyes fluttered closed as he pushed the gun in as far as it would let him.

He gave it a few thrusts, twisting it at certain times that made your hips jerk and his eyes darken, before abruptly taking it out.

The gun shined with your slick coating it and Frank all but shoved into your gaping mouth for you to lick clean.

He observed you closely as you did so, his pants tightening as he swallowed a breath. You felt the strain against your hip and hummed lightly.

He retracted the gun from your mouth and now it was your turn to strike.

Using your leg, you used all the force you could muster to shove him off you. The movement weakened his grip around your neck and further allowed you to take control, switching your positions as you now straddle him.

Your control doesn’t last long however, because he just flips you back around and you resume your position on the bottom. Your hands are now pinned on either side of your head and Franks face is a lot closer than you remember it once being.

You bring your legs up, not to attack, but to wrap around his torso. You unintentionally bring his crotch towards your own and feel him grunt in restrained pleasure at the contact.

You look from his lips to eyes as he hovers above you.

You’d be another big, fat liar if you said he wasn’t handsome. He just had that face. It was strong and set. The nose, the jaw, the eyes. It didn’t help that it was bruised half the time either, you believe that only heightened his attractiveness. Whether or not he wore blood would just be the cherry on top of the cake.

You flutter your eyes close as he finally brings his lips down to yours. God, how long you’ve waited to do that.

He tastes exactly like you thought he would. Like absolute shit. It’s bitter, like there’s hints of blood and probably alcohol. Maybe coffee. But you fuckign love it.

Your tongues fight, similar to the way the two of you do. You moan in his mouth, toes curling slightly when you feel his hand graze down your arm.

You use your now free hand to come up around his neck, to pull him closer, if possible. You want more. His hand travels down your waist and under your back to pull you up into him even closer, if possible. He wants more.

The kiss quickly escalates, more heated and more desperate than ever.

With your legs tightly wrapped around his waist and his hand securing your back, he lifts the both of you off the floor and stands. Lips never leaving yours, he first shoves you up against the wall.

You bite his lip in retaliation, hard enough to draw blood and you feel a bit of arousal at the site. He winced in pain when you did so, but you just bring him back to your lips and kiss it better.

You run your hands through his hair sensually, before going down to his warm neck. His hands also travel down to your ass, gripping onto the soft flesh and squeezing harshly, making you moan in his mouth.

He removes you from the wall now, learning his lesson and taking you into the bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed as if you weigh nothing, settling between your legs as he hovers over you once more, a position you frequently found yourselves in tonight. Your grip on his hair tightens and he harshly grabs your chin.

He looks at you for a second and it’s hard to decipher what he’s thinking. From the outside, it would seem as if he hated you, he sneered down at you as you continued to catch your breath from before. You, on the other hand, held a softer, more amused gaze. Because you knew. You knew that, though he did hate you, he wanted you more.

You trail your hand down from his neck, to his chest, then to his stomach. You tug on his shirt and he lifts it over his head easily. You take a little time to admire his body. Just a quick glance in all the lovely places so as to not inflate his ego even more. Nothing you hadn’t seen before, strong pecs, pebbled abs, scars adorning every few inches of surface.

[a/n: girl lets go to the club and pop out pussies]

Remembering the task at hand, you sit up but pause hesitantly over the belt buckle. Fingers grazing over his very prominent v-line that made you hitch a breath in your throat. His hand softly grips onto your hand, and you look up at him through your lashes now.

It was a strange interaction. The first, kind of soft, experience you had with Frank. Granted, his calloused hand wasn’t so soft, but he wasn’t squeezing the blood out of your hand.

As you notice his pants tighten even more over his length, you quickly get back to work undoing his belt buckle.

Frank scoffed, wanting to make a comment on how easily you undid the belt- probably because you’d done it a million times before like the fucking whore you were. But he just quirked a brow down at you, “Eager?”

You chuck the belt somewhere on the bed and now undo the button and fly of his pants. The pants drop around to his thighs and it’s now, as he strains painfully against his boxers that you send him a glare for his comment. Without mercy, you grip onto his length through his boxers- smiling on the inside when you see his stomach suck in a breath. Once you pull him free from his boxers, a firm grip on the hard length, you mockingly raise a brow back at him, “Unsatisfied.” To answer his question.

Using your thumb, you smear the precum that’s leaking out of his tip across the head. Further unsatisfied with the lubrication, you gather a load of spit to drip onto it.

You let the saliva free fall from your lips, landing on his dick at an antagonising pace. You hear him groan, but ignore it as you use your hand to spread your spit all over him.

All of a sudden, Franks hand takes over where yours once was, and you look up at him in slight confusion.

“Lay back.” He nods.

As much as he wanted nothing more than to put your mouth to good use for once in your life and face fuck you into place, he wanted to be inside you more.

You lay back against the mattress, and he makes quick work in removing your clothes until you’re fully bare beneath him.

You spread your legs as he hovers closer and expectantly wait for him to thrust into you without warning. He brings his face closer, forehead resting against yours as he grips his cock in his hand.

Your heart picks up as you literally feel the heat radiating from his cock straight to your pussy. He’s oh-so close to making contact, until he halts all movements.

You look up at him painfully, and he just stares you down with an evil smirk on his face.

“Beg.” He orders.

You feel your blood literally boil beneath your skin at his request. Who the fuck did he think you were?

“Get fucked.” You spit back in response.

Sighing to himself, he nods with that stupid ‘okay’ frown of his. He sits back on his knees, slowly jerking his dick in his hand.

You feel more vulnerable than ever now. Your legs spread open before him with your aching cunt on full display. You’ve upset him and he’s suddenly got ahold of his belt that you’d discarded.

You swallow thickly as he wraps it securely around his hand, leaving a loose loop at the end of his hand, a makeshift whip. He slaps it against your thigh a few times, only softly though and it makes you nervous at how calm he is.

“Go on.” He encourages and you curse yourself for letting it show how apprehensive you were.

When you’re silent, he drags the leather down across your pussy, making you clench around nothing. For fucks sake.

“Fuck me,” You half-ass beg, “Please.”

He lets out a genuine scoff, before bringing the belt down against your pussy in a vigorous motion, causing you to gasp in shock, “I said beg, not use your fucking manners you dumb, fucking slut.”

You almost cum from his words alone. But you just roll your eyes in disdain and throw your head against the pillows, a hand travelling down to play with your clit to tease him.

“Please, God! Fuck me, Frank.” You basically scream, rubbing at the swollen nub. You lift your head a little now to make eye contact with Frank- who quickly engages with your eyes instead of your pussy that he almost drooled over, “Fuck me with your thick cock, please,” You whine, “Want it so bad.” You take the liberty of shoving two fingers inside your whole and that’s when Frank fucking loses it.

He pulls your hand away from your cunt and slaps the shit out of your pussy. You moan and let out a hearty laugh as you gasp mockingly at his manhandling, “Fuckin’ slut.” He pushes you further into the mattress, taking your leg and resting it against his shoulder as he slaps the head of his cock over your clit a few times before shoving into you without warning, “God, such a tight cunt.”

You gasp genuinely now, the sheer feeling of his cock filling you up so quickly a little shocking to you. After sheathing himself to the hilt of his balls, he began a quick and aggressive pace.

Your hand fisted the sheets before coming up to his neck and pulling him down. His head nested in the crook of your neck, sucking harshly on the skin and for sure leaving hickies.

You rolled your eyes again, both at the pleasure of him fucking into you so hard and nice, and at the thought of this immature grown ass man leaving hickies on you like you were teens.

He removes himself from your neck and straightens back up on his knees. He grabs both of your legs now, spreading them further and holding them in place as he fucks into you.

He grunts with almost every thrust, hitching a breath every time you clench around him too.

You bring both hands up to palm at your tits as he continued to fuck you. The action gives you an idea and you bring one hand down to Franks cock. He doesn’t falter in his thrusts, just stares down at your breathlessly as you move your hand around to fondle with his balls. You give a light squeeze and smile wickedly when he jerks a thrust.

In retaliation, he brings a hand to your tits and pinches a nipple. You just smile up at him even wider, enjoying the sensation it gives you. He just shakes his head and goes for the touchdown now. He brings a rough hand down to your pussy, slapping it harshly, knowing the impact it had on you.

You arch your back in response, eyes fluttering close at the feeling. Something about it was just so feral to you.

But he doesn’t stop there. He rubs hard and fast over your clit, so fast it almost feels like a vibrator. You moan out loud, your hand coming to grip his wrist, half stopping him, half encouraging him to keep going.

You feel the burn in your stomach and your heart skips a little beat. Fuck, yes.

You clench around him sporadically and he scoffs at your reaction, “Cummin’ already?“ He teases, slowing down his rubs against your clit, “What was that about unsatisfied?” You whine as he only goes slower and slower, coming to a complete stop.

“I fucking hate you.” You whisper as your high slowly dissolves. You were so fucking close. Now you’re fucking close to crying, you needed to cum so fucking bad.

He just leans down again, trailing kisses up your stomach, sucking on each tit with a few kitten licks to your nipples before reaching your lips, “The feelings mutual.” He says against your lips, pecking them gently before he’s literally flipping you around so that you now sit on top of him.

He doesn’t even let you adjust or set a pace as you should being on top. No, he grabs your hips, fingers digging into the skin, and fucks up into you so hard it’s fucking abuse.

You fall forward, and catch yourself on his pecks. You’re literally incapable of doing anything else but let him fuck you. You love hate to admit it, you’re his fuck doll.

“Fuck, Frank.” You whine, scratching at his chest a little- payback for what he did to you earlier with the knife.

He pounds up into you mercilessly, the harsh sound of slapping skin filling your room- probably the entire apartment.

His hands move to your ass and spreads them apart, allowing him to hit deeper and deeper, even though you’re sure there’s no possible way he can go any further.

You’re a whimpering mess and the coil in your stomach starts to build. It catches you by surprise, never having occurred without you actually having to stimulate it yourself.

Frank could never know about that.

You test it out, resisting the urge to reach down and just rub at your pussy for a few seconds until you felt the explosion. No, you wanted to experience an orgasm solely from penetration.

“Please,” You genuinely beg now, the knot only getting tighter and tighter, “Don’t stop. Right there.” You gasp.

His pace turns ruthless, yet sloppy. It’s barbarous, almost inhumane if you will.

You’re so close. So fucking close.

“Cum on my cock,” Your ears prick up at Frank’s voice, “Make a fucking mess-“ He cuts himself off, reaching the edge himself as he encourages you to cum.

So you do. You cum and you cum fucking hard.

You moan a guteral moan, straight from your throat. Dare you say, the heart. The pussy, even.

He continues to pound into you though, still not yet reached his own high. You figure it’s only fair for a little give and take.

“Cum inside me.” You encourage in sultry whisper/whine, “Want you to fill me up so bad.” You lean down now to press a few kisses to his chest, working in time with him and circling your hips, “Want your cum, Frankie.”

He throws his head back against the pillows and stills his hips, cock throbbing inside you as he shoots hot, white spurts of cum inside you.

His chest rises and falls as he catches his breath, his cock twitching inside you ever so slightly and you squeeze around him one last time to milk him completely.

Once you catch your own breath, you go to remove yourself from his cock, but Frank firmly grabs your hips and keeps you still, “Don’t move.” He sighs, chest still heaving. He blindly grabs the blanket at the end of your bed and throws it over the two of you. Despite the literal workout session you both endured, this was New York and you’re apartment was cheap, “Just stay.”

You debate making a snarky comment, riling him up one last time, commenting on the sex, or just plain bringing up the fact that he now has you cock warming him.

But you save it for another time. Hopeful that there will be another time.

His chest was warm and hard… yet still so soft to lay your head on. The arm that had wrapped around your waist made you feel so safe and… secure. You hadn’t felt like that in a long time.

You wouldn’t mind doing this again. And again, and again and again.

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PART 2

i think i literally wrote this in like 2 days omg slay period moment

SEND REQUESTS PLS

[r0b1ns]

STRANGER THINGS X MALE READER

OLDER TEENS

YOUR FIRST TIME TOGETHER

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle

CW: SMUT, N/SFW, AMAB male reader, p in a, p in v, unprotected (argyle), a few swear words, let me know if I missed something

WORD COUNT: 930+

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STEVE HARRINGTON

-first of you're probably his first time with a guy

-so he'll be nervous

-like REALLY nervous

-before you try anything he'll have a million questions

-that is if you're experienced

-if not you'll both try to find some info on that

-given it's the 80s there's not much

-anyway

-he'll ask Robin for advice

-even tho she has no clue

-he'll buy everything you both need and prepare the bed just because

-lube, condoms, other things

-you'll start slowly, starting with just making out

BOTTOM READER

-he'll be very careful not to hurt you

-he'll probably squeeze out too much lube

-his hands shaking

-but eventually he'll calm down

-he'll be gentle with you

-leaving kisses on your stomach and thighs

-taking his time with preparing you

-he'll slide in slowly, picking up the speed bit by bit

-will ask if you're okay every five minutes

-will try very hard to last longer

TOP READER

-he'll be nervous as HELL

-you'll have to reassure him it'll be fine

-you'll have to stay on each finger preparing him for some time

-when you slide in he sees stars

-tries to be quiet but fails

-hold your shoulder tight leaving marks

-he'll want to go again but would be too tired

EDDIE MUNSON

-he's a VIRGIN

-never felt a touch of a man in his life

-but it's ok

-he's down to try anything

-he's into S&M obviously but not the first time

-he'll be too excited to remember anything

-in the middle of you making out he'll start searching for condoms

-he already has lube on his nightstand

-he uses it a lot yk

BOTTOM READER

-you'll have to remind him to go easy

-he has a hard time controlling himself

-but he'll try for your sake

-cause he does not want to hurt you in a bad way

-he'll grip your thighs

-and'll press his nose to your shoulder supporting himself with one hand on the mattress

-he'll grunt a lot

-heavy breathing

-will finish still inside you

-a little too early than he wanted

-but it's only his first time

-so it's ok

TOP READER

-he'll tell you you can go without preparing him

-don't listen to him

-he'll be very impatient

-saying "I'm ready" after every finger

-when you actually go in he's on cloud 9

-after a short time will depend from you to go faster and harder

-his moans are so loud he'll have to bite you on the shoulder not not wake up Wayne

-scratches your beck

-moves his ass in sync with your thrusts

-comes before you but tells you to keep going

-this boy will still have energy left for round 2 and maybe 3

NANCY WHEELER

-she's not a virgin we know it

-so she knows how it goes

-if you're experienced it'll go smoothly

-if not she'll guide you and show you what she likes

-you'll be careful

-not going in too deep at first

-she'll tell you "you can go faster, I'm not made of glass"

-she'll grip your shoulders

-and breath on your neck

-she won't be very loud

-but she'll gasp almost soundlessly

-a few minutes after you finish you'll go down on her

-to please her 100% precent

JONATHAN BYERS

-i think he did it with a guy before

-so he won't be completely lost

-tho not so knowledged either

-he'll make sure you have everything you need

-even brings a glass of water for afterwards

-he'll have to really trust you to sleep with you

-so you're already further into your relationship

BOTTOM READER

-he'll know to prepare you before going in

-will take his time but not too long

-you'll have to be quiet cause his siblings are probably home

-and his mon too

-asks if you're ready

-after you say yes he goes in slowly

-starting with a slow steady pace

-going faster every few thrusts

-he'll clean himself and you immediately after you both finish

-will give you the water he prepared before

TOP READER

-you'll kiss him before to easy him up

-when you're preparing him he'll gently grab you hand if he wants you to slow down

-he'll mostly be quiet

-when you go in he'll hold your around your neck

-he'll want to be close to you

-he prefers a slow pace

-you last longer like that

-he'll try to give you the water but you'll force him to drink it himself

-he needs it more than you

ARGYLE

-it will probably won't be intentional

-you're just hanging out, making out

-and you just go further

-imma be honest you probably won't use a condom

-or lube

-you'll have to use spit instead

-he'll kiss you all over your body

-makimg the foreplay last longer

-only completely taking off your pants

BOTTOM READER

-he's sloppy

-but he's also responsible and cares a lot about you

-so he'll prepare you until he knows for sure you're ready

-he'll be LOUD

-Doesn't care if somebody hears you

-he'll start slow but hard

-upping the pace every now and than

-he'll talk a lot

-but only things like "yeah" and "oh fuck"

-will flop on top of you after you both finish

TOP READER

-argyle won't need a lot of preparation

-he'll get used to it very quickly

-will hold on into something like his bed, or van door

-will also be very loud

-a lot of "oh jesus christ" and "yes fuck me"

-you'll leave marks on his thighs

-he'll have energy for one more round

-after you finish you'll both just lay there catching your breaths

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!gifs are not mine!

[gayjosh]

♡ Billy Hargrove × Male Reader ♡ [nsfw]

Top Billy, sub reader, mostly fluff + a bit of smut <3 (got a bit carried away, it's a little longer than expected lol)

CW: Bullying/teasing, no prep <3

Fem/Minors DNI!

You always wanted to tell him how you felt, but it was impossible. There was no way you could ever tell him. Even if you had the courage, he'd probably beat you up for saying something so ridiculous. He acted so incredibly straight. He'd never like you back.

Your head was clouded with thoughts of kissing him and cuddling him as you sat at your desk, staring starstruck at the incredibly attractive Billy Hargrove, who sat a couple seats away from you, to your right and towards the front of the class. He was scribbling something on a piece of paper. Your mind suddenly went to the thought of him fucking you, and you immediately blushed, feeling hot. Billy turned his head to look at you, briefly making eye contact before you turned you head away and looked down at the book on your desk.

You scanned the page, pretending to read but not being able to take any of the information in as all you could think of was the fact that he'd caught you looking at him. You nearly hyperventilated thinking about what he'd do to you for staring at him, when suddenly a large hand smacked down onto your desk, grabbing the book and tossing it on the floor.

Fuck, you thought, recognizing the rings Billy wore. He kneeled down, looking at you from across your desk. Nobody else in the class noticed as the school day was almost over, giving the class a few minutes of very loud free time. Some guys in the corner were playing a card game, another group were gossiping, and three girls were running around the class throwing paper balls at each other. Everyone was incredibly excited for school to end today, as the dismissal bell would mark the beginning of spring break.

"Why were you staring at me, pretty boy?" His low voice breaking your focus on your surroundings, now only thinking about him and how close he was to you. You blushed thinking about that pet name he'd given you. He stood up, grabbing your chin and making you look up at him, his silver rings slightly digging into your skin. "Hmm?"

"I, umm.." Your eyes widened, looking at his beautiful smile.

"Why are you lookin at me like that?" He said, his face closer to yours and his voice a bit softer. He was still smiling. You looked back up into his eyes, and his pupils dilated, a very faint blush spread across his face.

You gulped. "Uh, you, I- I guess I'm... I mean..." You stuttered as you looked down and noticed he was hard. Your eyes quickly darted back up and met his. "You're just r-really pretty, I guess. I-I'm so sorry, I-"

Billy scoffed, smiling wider and moving his face so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your lips. It was almost like he was trying to tease you. He reached into his back pocket and took out a folded piece of paper, slamming it down on your desk. "Meet me at my car after school, pretty boy." He stood back up, maintaining eye contact as he placed his hand on your cheek for a few seconds and smiled at you before walking back to his desk.

You took a moment to gather yourself, breathing heavily at the interaction. You touched your cheek where he had, closing your eyes and blushing. You remembered the note, rushing to open it and excitedly reading the words written messily with blue pen.

Dear pretty boy,

Movie at my house. Bring a friend or two, if you don't mind an audience.

Love, Billy

You smiled, folding the note back up and holding it to your chest. You opened your eyes, slightly jumping in your seat as the bell rung loudly, followed by excited yells and stomping of students stampeding out of the classroom, down the hall, and out of the school. You were last to leave walking down the hall behind the crowd, calmed and pleased by the note.

You made a beeline for Billy's car. There he was, leaning against the passenger side door, smoking. You blushed, walking up to him. He smiled, his eyes wide and twinkling, as if Billy forgot he was supposed to be cool for a split second, before they returned to their normal position.

"You came. Fun," He grinned, winking at you as he opened the door for you to get in, dramatically gesturing to the seat. You sat in the car, setting your backpack on the floor between your feet and getting comfortable as Billy slammed your door and got in the car. He put in the key, but hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowing as he turned to look at you.

"Did you want to bring anyone with you?" He asked expectantly. Wait, he was serious about that? You shook your head. "Hmm. Don't wanna be seen with me, is that it?" He laughed, half-joking.

"No, that's not why," you chuckled. You looked deeply into his eyes. "I'd love to be seen with you. But I think we should start our break with some alone time." That seemed to satisfy him. He scoffed unbelievingly and licked his lips, smiling as he pulled out of the parking lot before speeding down the street towards his house.

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You sat on the couch as he put Halloween into the VHS player, then he turned off the lights and sat down next to you.

You could barely focus on the movie. Not even 15 minutes in, his arm was around you and his other hand was rubbing your thigh. You cuddled up to him, slightly moving your hips to get closer to him, and your hard cock rubbed against your jeans, causing you to moan softly.

"Oh, damn.." Billy groaned quietly in reaction to your moan. You blushed, embarrassed, and buried your face in his neck, taking a deep breath. His hair smelled really good, and so did his cologne. You let out a small whimper.

"Okay, get up." Billy demanded, moving his arm.

"What? W-Why? Did I-" You nervously tried to oppose him, but he shushed you, smiling. He picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carried you to his room. Your face was so close to his. You could kiss him right now.

Your thoughts were interrupted as he tossed you down onto his bed, positioning himself over you. "God, you're so fucking hot." He put his hand on your face, softly rubbing your cheek with his thumb, looking deeply into your eyes. He opened his mouth, then closed it, hesitating. "I have something to tell you." You looked up at him expectantly. "I... I love you, pretty boy." He blushed, moving away and sitting on the edge of the bed. You lay there for a second to process what you just heard before sitting next to him.

"Billy? Did... Did you really mean that?" You asked, smiling. He nodded and then scoffed. "Unfortunately, yeah." He joked.

"Wow. I didn't- I mean, I... I didn't know you were, uh... You know." You chuckled, putting your hand on his thigh.

"I didn't really either. Not until I saw you." He paused. "To be honest, I... I never really liked anyone. I thought that was just how it was. But when I saw you, I realized I was trying to be attracted to people I really just wasn't attracted to. You're just..." He laughed, laying down and staring at the ceiling fan, watching it spin. "You're a special guy, y/n. I mean, I knew I liked guys for a while, but I don't like all guys. But you... You're one of the few I'm actually into."

"Aw. Billy, that's so sweet. I didn't think you were capable of being sweet. I've been dreaming of you saying something like that for such a long time." You both laughed, and you laid next to him and cuddled up to him.

"God, I'm really hard." Billy said, breaking the silence. You blushed. You were too. He stood up, grabbing you by your legs and tugging you to the edge of the bed. He leaned in and kissed you softly. "I love you." He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, grinding his cock against yours.

"I love you too, Billy." You moaned. He whispered a small 'fuck', standing back up to undo his belt and take out his cock. You looked at it, and your eyes widened. It was huge. "Uh, I... I don't know if you're gonna-" You were cut off by him kissing you again as he took your pants and boxers off. He pulled away, panting as he rubbed his cock against your hole. A drop of sweat rolled down his face, falling onto your stomach. "You said you've been waiting a long time?" He said, pressing the head of his dick into you. "I've liked you since freshman year, pretty boy. Remember the first time I bullied you? I dumped a carton of milk over your head." You smiled, blushing at both the memory and also the feeling of his cock being just barely inside of you.

"I never knew how to tell you I liked you, so I just bullied you." He leaned in again. "But I just couldnt wait any longer, pretty boy." He kissed you, pushing into you. You moaned loudly, the sound muffled by his mouth. He moved down to kiss your neck as he slowly started fucking you. It hurt a little, but it felt so good you couldn't even process the pain, just moaning and crying his name. "Oh, fuck, you're so g-good~" He struggled to talk as his thrusts lost rhythm and sped up, and you felt his cock kick. "I-I'm gonna- Oh, fuck..." He shook a little and kissed you deeply as you felt his cum pump into you. You grabbed his head, returning the kiss and wrapping your legs around him. After a moment, he finally stood back up.

"Fuck, babe, that was... Damn." He laughed. "Sorry. I was a little quick. Just really desperate." He looked at you adoringly. "How about we go clean you up and watch that movie?" You nodded, smiling. He smiled back and gave you another soft kiss.

You had definitely been wrong about Billy.

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[bakeryblood]

vampire eddie, biting kink, some sort of handcuff usage. go nuts.

Take It Easy

Pt. 1

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Alcohol, Angst, Depression, Blood

Y/N shifted the van into park before pulling the keys out of the ignition. Starting out at the seemingly abandoned trailer home Wayne Munson and his Nephew used to reside in. Every time, every week you came it was always the same. The same melancholy mixed with existential dread washed over your body as you grabbed your bag and hopped out of the drivers seat, quickly heading up the short flight of stairs and creaking open the metal door.

No hats lined the walls anymore, no collection of mugs on display. Wayne had taken anything and everything of sentimental value out of the trailer when he left months ago. The day he finished packing and you’d come by as you always did he stopped filling the box and walked over to you.

“Y/N..please stop coming here…He’s not coming back.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing but as you watched the older gentleman’s resolve crumble and a tear fell from his eye you knew he was just tired of waiting and hoping that Eddie would burst through that door one night. He’d missed too much work and sleep in the last weeks and he just couldn’t stay there anymore.

You bit your lip as you looked up at the tear in the roof, insulation where the black vines used to fill the space. There were still marks on the ceiling that reminded you of burns, stretching out, making vein like patterns. Wayne took your hand and placed something small and cold into it tearing you from your thoughts as you looked down at the set of keys, quickly looking back at him and shaking your head.

“Wayne, I can’t.”

“You can and you will Y/N. Along with anything else in his room, take it. The apartment doesn’t even have enough room for most of my things..he’d rather you have it than..” He trailed off with a shuttered breath, unable to finish his thought process of taking his missing nephew’s belongings to a donation center. Y/N wanted to cry but it was as if they’d run out of tears as they felt their face get hot, going into his room was so painful he could understand Wayne preferring someone else handle the task.

Walking over to the dresser that had sheets with music and lyrics written on them, notebooks with his future campaign plans. You couldn’t read anymore. You didn’t want to continue to test your body’s ability to not break down again, but as you went and sat on the untouched bed still as messy as the last day he’d managed to pull himself out of it. You leant over and hid your face in your arms as you heard the loud noise of the box tape being stretched out and placed on the seam of the cardboard box.

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Dust flies into the air as the old Chevy van barreled down the dirt driveway of the trailer park, the couple sitting outside of their RV hollering at the driver to ‘slow the fuck down’, that there’s kids that live here despite it being close to midnight at that point.

As Y/N stepped out and slammed the car door he looked towards the flickering out of season Christmas lights and raised the hand that wasn’t holding a six-pack of beers connected at the top by rings of plastic and flipped them the bird before making his way up to the trailer, almost tripping up the steps and bursting through the door face first, thankfully catching himself before swinging it open after a moment of struggling to get it open. It always had a habit of sticking, Wayne or Eddie would usually spray the hinges and latch with WD-40 both to avoid forcing it and to keep from disturbing the other’s sleep schedule as they tended to sleep and come home at opposite times.

The old woman looked over at her husband as he tossed another old newspaper into the small fire they had in the pit in front of them. “Been a while since anyone lived there, should we ring the police?”

Her husband scoffed and shook his head. “You old bat, that’s Wayne’s place. Either it’s one of his boys friends or another shit bird coming to use it to smoke dope. Either way, it ain’t our business..” His wife glared at his insult before standing up and pulling her robe around herself in a comforting fashion. It was true that she’d forgotten, but seeing that van pull in like a bat out of hell did seem to jog her memory.

Three months. Y/N closed and locked the trailer door behind him as he walked in and assessed the condition of a place he used to spend so much time at. Taking his lighter out of his pocket he flicked it open and the small amount of light was enough to illuminate the space of the living room and some of kitchen. Dust particles along with what was likely airborne insulation floated around as he walked around looking at the graffiti littering the walls.

‘Hawkins Local Freak: Missing’

A debatably badly drawn pentagram in red spray paint. Y/N chuckled softly and shook his head as he went to the kitchen bar and placed his beer down before pulling one from the plastic. “Never were many people as creative as you where Eddie. Not here anyway..” Y/N popped the tab on the can and tossed it back, flicking his lighter closed as he felt it begin to heat up passed a point of comfortable holding as he slammed the first beer of that pack.

This wasn’t a regular hobby of his, racing as fast as he could towards getting black out drunk. In the last six months he’d only drank one other time over at Steve’s house and quickly excused himself to go sleep off the alcohol in their bed while he kept himself company. Tonight just seemed right for it. Since Wayne abandoned the place he spent a couple months visiting the home, spending time with what items of Eddie’s he’d left there. His guitar for one. Occasionally he would see that the curtain in the window had been moved to the side, bunched up slightly and he’d rush inside to find no signs anyone had really been there.

Eddie had been a big influence in Hawkins, both good and bad. The kids looked up to him so much and missed the head of hellfire dearly whilst others still considered it a good thing he had ‘skipped town’ after the cult leader accusations arose. Y/N knew he would have wanted him to do everything he could to look after Dustin, keep Steve from teachin’ him wrong. He knew he would have wanted you to take his campaign notes and keep hellfire alive.

But you failed. You gave up. You dropped out of school and slowly allowed yourself to drift away from the teens, unable to keep hearing their concerned voices as they asked you if you were okay almost every day. You could read them just as well as they could read you. They knew you weren’t okay and you knew they didn’t believe you when you said you were.

“I’m sorry Eddie..I miss you so fucking much..” Y/N leaned over on to the counter they had kept a hand on as to not get lost in the dark and they rocked. As unhealthy as it had been for him to continue to hold out hope, he felt so empty now. Like Eddie would have really let him have it if they saw him now. ‘Drinking is supposed to be fun you idiot.’

‘Wow, six months and you give up on me?’

Y/N wiped his eyes and felt for the wet, condensation covered cans of beer as he desperately held onto those thoughts. Their voice was still fresh in his mind. ‘Look on the bright side, at least you got to keep all my cool shit!’ Y/N grabbed his lighter after popping the top on the can and headed off for the bedroom, which was surprisingly in much better condition. Where the living room had been littered with cans, bottles and cigarette butts stomped out into the carpet Eddie’s room seemed untouched.

Considering how many of the people who detested him were all talk, more likely to be fearful of what might happen if they actually happened to run across the man who had been missing for the last six months, it wasn’t all that surprising. The bed was still as Y/N had left it on one of his many visits, making up the sheets. Besides his books, notes and stereo you had left everything else. Walking over to the rack of cassette tapes you set the open lighter on the tall dresser and left for your Walkman in your pocket before squinting to read the messily scribbled band names on the mixtapes.

‘1983-1986’ Pretty straight to the point for Eddie who tended to label his tapes with a silly name or label the vibe to them unless it was an actual bands tape he bought. Y/N stuck the cassette in his Walkman and slipped the headset off his neck and atop his head, listening as he looked over his shelves of things, cigar boxes he used for different little items. Movie ticket stubs, jewelry, the occasional banished DnD die or photograph.

Opening one that seemed to sit on top, first thing his eyes landed on was a tiny bag of white powder. Y/N’s head dropped as he sat the box down and picked the baggy up, rolling his thumb over the top of it. The light from his lighter disappeared as it fell over and Y/N stood up quickly from his crouched position next to the bookshelf, hands stretched out to feel his way until a faint red glow shown through the cracked bedroom door just enough for him to see his silver lighter laying on its side atop the dresser.

Y/N looked from it to the bedroom door and after pocketing it he slowly made his way over, stopping only for a moment to grab Eddie’s baseball bat from his very brief stent of little league that sat behind his door whenever it was open. Held at his side as he walked down the wall trepidation building more and more the brighter the red tint seemed to get. Like he had been transported into a photographers darkroom. It was the gate.

Y/N’s breath caught in his chest as he stared it down, part of him wanting to rush out and tell the others. So they could bring Eleven to close it. But the rest of him fought against those thought, what if he was still in there? Y/N felt the tears begin to bubble up in his eyes once again as he made his way to stand under it, gripping the metal beer can in his hand tightly before tossing it up through the portal as hard as he could as the track on the tape clicked to the next song, ‘Master of Puppets’. He couldn’t take this anymore.

Y/N ripped the Walkman from his pocket taking the headset with it and threw it against the wall of the trailer affectively smashing it to pieces as he screamed in anger. Crying was no longer enough for him to regulate his emotions, hell, it had never seemed to do much anyway. “Fuck you! Fuck you Eddie! You damn bastard! You always talked about being a coward, why couldn’t you just run!” Y/N held the sides of his head, the level of their own voice gave a headache the opportunity to start forming.

As he couched down holding himself he heard something that caused him to slowly pull his hands away from their face, uncovering their ears as they slowly turned their head in the direction of the kitchen. It had sounded like something or, someone, had opened and closed the fridge that sat currently inoperational given the trailer didn’t have electricity currently running to it. It was hard to make out anything for certain with the red cast over everything, shadows seemed darker.

“Well damn Y/N, tell me how you really feel.” Snapping their face forward at the voice coming from above them, they were finally ready to admit, they had lost it.

Eddie Munson, in all his glory, wasn’t just there in front of them. Being alive would have been enough to make them faint, but the fact that he had been levitating momentarily. You watched, shaking slightly as he slowly lowered to the floor. His black boots leaving soot and ash on the already filthy carpet as he stared down at you. “Y-You’re…alive?”

He attempted to suppress a smile as he tilted his head back and forth, his dirty hair, crunchy with dried blood swaying as he did. “I wouldn’t say that.” Y/N’s eyes scanned him over in more detail. Taking in his torn, blood stained hellfire shirt, he’d lost his outside layers they had left him there in, his bandana was tied around his neck and his injuries were healed from what you could tell.

Y/N scrambled up off the floor and leaned in closer to him causing Eddie to recoiled a few steps back as the young man made his advances. How fucking dare he. You didn’t care if this was a hallucination or what but this version of Eddie wasn’t going to just run away from you. “You— Piece of shit! Come here!” Y/N grabbed their arm and quickly pulled their hand away. He had heard the Byers youngest child talk about the upside down and how he felt like he never could quiet shake the cold it left him with.

But this was different. If you had ever once had the opportunity to feel a cadavers skin that’s what it must’ve felt like. Frozen. “Y/N..” You were now the one backing away from them. This wasn’t real.. And if it was, it wasn’t Eddie.

“You aren’t real..”

Eddie feigned a hurt expression and held up his arm, dirty with black marks. “You felt me, I’m here. I’m real.” Y/N shook his head as he felt his lower back press against the edge of the kitchen counter that separated one area from the other. “This is a sick joke my mind is playing on me. I’m..”

Eddie seemed to grow irritated at the notion that he was just a figment of your imagination. Three months alone in that hellscape and the first chance he got to escape this was his welcome home party? “I’m sorry I couldn’t do better for you Ed, I’m sorry I let them leave you there.”

In a split second he was on you, it almost was like the counter shook from the force of his hands coming into contact with it to stop himself. “Y/N, you’ve been my friend since middle school. I’m back now, so save the obituary, please.” He growled as your eyes were locked onto each others. That was true, you had been friends since middle school, and this was the first time Munson ever had made the hair on the back of your stand up.

You saw him give a hard swallow before pushing himself back off the counter and walking away from you again, he seemed like he wanted to keep a solid eight feet between you at all times. You just couldn’t do that, despite how filthy he was the moment your brain accepted the fact that he was truly there you rushed him, wrapping your arms around him as he threw his up in the air. “Y/N, stop. You need to get off of me.”

“Save it Munson, you can yell at me later.” You pressed your face against his neck and it was the same as his arm, though perhaps the shock in the moment made your senses exaggerate the feeling.

“Y/N…Why do you think that place suddenly let me leave like it did?” You lifted your shoulders in a shrug, letting them drop back to normal as he slowly let his hands creep up you, one resting on your lower back and the other coming up to rest between your shoulder blades. “It’s because it wanted me to..”

“I don’t care Eddie, that’s so far from being important right now. I don’t care how you made it out, you’re here now.” You we’re so scared if you pulled away he would just disappear. Proving to be a hallucination after all. The silence between you was so loud until Eddie finally spoke up again.

“Y/N..I’m sorry…” You lifted your head up to look at him before you felt the sharp pain of him biting into the crook of your neck, sharp teeth sinking into it you were the consistency of an apple. You grabbed a handful of his hair and surprisingly it was quite easy to pull him off of your neck, although not a comfortable feeling. Reaching up to guard the bleeding wound you stared at him in disbelief as he breathed heavily, standing there as if he was torn between making a break for it and leaping upon you like a wild animal.

“Y-you bit me!” You looked over at the front door before making a few long, quick strides for it. The wet, warm sensation of the blood slicking your hand as the man stayed where he was, licking his bottom lip as he watched you begin your attempt to leave.

“I told you to back off didn’t I?” As you pulled the handle a few times, cursing as you pulled your bloody hand off your neck to use both of them on the ‘stupid jammed piece of shit door’ until you felt him on you again, pressing himself against your back and your front against the cold metal trailer door. “Don’t make me force this, I don’t want it to hurt more than it has to—“

“Stop it! This is one of your horror comics Eddie, you don’t need—“ His hand went to the back of your head, pressing the side of your face it against the door roughly as he moved his face beside yours growling before speaking.

“Because you know what this feels like? To feel absolutely nothing for fuck knows how long and finally after getting back your skin begins to crawl.” He clenched his jaw as he nuzzled his head against yours. “Begging you to give in to your new instincts in exchange for saving you from death, you know that feeling?” He didn’t want to do it to you, out of anyone not you. But you were here. You were so warm. He could smell the remnants of cologne on your skin and the beer on your breath. He could taste the ethanol in your blood.

“Then..fucking doing it..” Perhaps under different circumstances, when his mind wasn’t overtaken by the need to feed, he would have hesitated. Lacing his fingers into your hair he gave your head a tug to the side to better expose the mark he had made earlier, giving you a small taste of payback for yanking him off of you the way you had.

As he took up the space again, mouth working over the wound you couldn’t help but allow yourself to feel a sense of hedonistic pleasure from it. Adrenaline fought the pain back while your touch starved skin was ravaged by him, once the first mark at clotted he bit down again. You only had yourself to blame being the one who stopped him earlier, now in no position to do so again. You groaned in pain as he pulled out of your flesh only for a moment to come back down, doing his best to suction as much blood from the wound before lapping at it.

It wasn’t most lucrative way for him to get what he wanted but between his animalistic urges and what he had known from his horror comics you’d mentioned, it was all he knew to do in the moment. And once he had gotten enough to finally push himself away from you the both of you realized the gate had again gone dormant leaving you in the pitch black darkness once again. He could see you perfectly fine as you turned around and looked around blindly holding your tender, painful neck.

He was truly disgusted with himself, the type of shame a young boy feels the first time they touch themselves. He felt like a monster, he knew he was a monster. He wasn’t the Eddie you knew anymore and he proved it. “Eddie..?”

You felt your pockets for the lighter you’d forgotten about until then and flicked it on, holding it up as you walked forward towards the figure leaning over with his arms against the wall of the trailer, his back facing you as he attempted to heave. Before you could get close enough to reach out and touch him he spoke up. “Get the fuck away from me Y/N!”

You scoffed lightly offended at his aggressive tone, you were past being scared of him. “You already ate, Dracula. I’m not leaving you here anyways.” You had wanted to tell him to calm down, that you were the one with multiple punctures in your neck right now, but the way he was looking at you like you were the deranged one in this scenario made you hold back.

“And what, I’ll just hide in your closet during the day?” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the kitchen bar, picking up the van keys and jingling them at him. “You don’t even know if you ‘can’t go out in the sun’ yet, But I do know that you fuckin’ smell.”

[beep-beep-robin]

actually crying at this quote bahaha

[petalborn-deactivated20260718]

|| perv!eddie this, perv!eddie that. someone hand over some perv!Steve harrington right now!!

this is entirely self indulgent. I am no writer butttt i'm gonna share cause I have Steve Harrington disease lately... not sure how to label or tag this. it's purely word vomit. not quite a drabble, but also not quite hc. idk!!

There's just not enough Perv!Steve out there.

i want perv!steve whose had no luck with getting dates since summer ended and everyone but him went back to school.

perv!steve who’s going through his longest dry spell ever and god he’s so desperate for someone, anyone. small glimpses of stomachs and thighs on the occasional hot day as we head into autumn, and he’s done for. routinely rushing back to the break room to talk himself down from spilling over in his levis. trying his best to convince robin that he’s fine he just had bad food for lunch. jeez, how many times can he eat the same unlucky burger? she knows him better than that and she thinks it’s disgusting.

perv!steve who can’t help but gawk at you as you walk through the video store aisles, bending over just slightly to pull a movie off the third shelf. the neckline of your shirt falling open just enough to show off part of your chest. your skin looks so soft. if only he could reach out and—..

perv!steve who chokes and stutters while ringing you out cause you took a piece of candy from the little bowl next to the register that they leave out for kids who come in and — god he can’t believe you just licked your fingers in front of him. he’s so fucking grateful for the counter that separates you cause otherwise you’d see how hard he is getting right now.

perv!steve who has to rush to the back room to take care of the ache between his legs the minute you leave. white knuckling the sink of the employee bathroom because you fumbled and dropped your change on the way out of the store and he got to see you crouch down. your shorts hiking up your thighs showing off nothing but yet somehow showing everything.

perv!steve who has to go to the bathroom immediately when he enters your house for movie night. he did not expect you to open the door in your skimpy little pjs. christ, why are you wearing that? something so.. so small and see through in front of company. he didn’t know what the deal was but fuck he was in awe of you. the image of your barely clad body painted on the inside of his eyelids as his hands smoothed over the growing bulge in his pants.

perv!steve who has to give himself a quick pep talk before he leaves the bathroom to meet you on the couch. he's a good boy, he knows he is. its just a movie..who doesn't love a good movie night? just friends watching Back to the Future. there's nothing sexy about Marty Mcfly. there's nothing sexy about the thin fabric that draped itself over you and how he would give nothing more than to rip it right off to reveal the rest of you. holding his breath as he walks over to plop down next to you, trying not to stare too hard but — fuck.. did he just see the outline of your nipple through your top? it’s fine.. it’s. fine. don’t look again. just watch the movie, harrington.

perv!steve who cares soooo very much about your modesty, especially after you fall asleep. all he can do is stare. eyes scanning over you, up and down. over. and over. as if he’s searching for something. aha! he found it. your pitiful excuse for pajamas had hiked up around your soft perfect thighs. when you nestled into the corner of the couch. fucking hell, if he wasn’t such a gentleman he’d take advantage of this sight and reach into his jeans to relieve the aching, dripping, throbbing mess that’s built up.

perv!steve who found himself biting down on his knuckles watching you shift and turn in your slumber. your top wrinkling and bunching up even more. your nipples erect and protruding the paper thin fabric as the ceiling fan in your living room hit your uncovered body. he watches as your body reacts to the cold air. nipples prominent, goosebumps covering every inch of you. how could you be so careless? it's like you wanted him to see. if only he could help you out, he'd be so kind to you. kiss the cold chills off your body, every. single. inch. starting at your ankles, up your legs, over your stomach, every curve, every crevice. he'd make you feel so fucking good.. no, he can't. this sight is enough, fuck, it might be more than enough to carry him over until he leaves.

perv!steve who just needs to touch you. he needs it. your body was so soft. not only did it look so heavenly, it was there, it was right there, and it would feel so fucking good in his hands but he can’t. he is much nicer than that. he's a good boy... but he has a solution.

perv!steve who takes the quilt hung over the back of the couch to cover your body. the stir beside you makes you shift a bit, your beautiful eyes fluttering open for just a moment— "Steve?” you mutter quietly, the sight of him leaning over you has you confused. he freezes, the quilt bunched up in his grasp. he shushes you with a simple "..was just covering you up." he plays it cool, but holy shit, he could cream his pants right now. who knew the sound of his name in your mouth would make him shudder the way it did. pre beading off his swollen tip under the thick denim.

perv!steve who drapes you in the hand sewn quilt, it's as close as his hands have gotten to your body before. apart from that high five you gave him that one time . he did his best to be good, he really did but he had to feel you just once. his finger tips finding the curve of your shoulder, gently dragging over the exposed skin. your skin was so soft, felt like velvet under his touch. he dragged his fingers down to grab the quilt that covered the parts he needed to look away from. bringing it back up and over your shoulder. you were still in between awake and asleep when he spoke again. “ ’m gonna head out. see you tomorrow.." he speaks just above a whisper. his jeans managing to get even tighter as you nod. moaning an "mhmmm.. g'night stevie" softly in response. he’s gotta get out of here.

perv!steve who basically books it out of the house and into the car. not even bothering to fumble with the key in the ignition. he needs to take care of the throbbing mess that's going on. his fingers tripping over his zipper as he rushes to get himself free. he has to jerk off. now. he needs to use that very hand that he just finally touched you with to pull his cock out. he’s sitting in your driveway, spit falling off his tongue and into his hand. smearing the wetness all over his tender red tip. the groan he lets out is guttural. he feels so fucking guilty but you’re not gonna know, right? Steve wastes no time, each tug of his cock is desperate and rough. it’s not soft like you would do it but it’ll curb the craving for now. all he can think about is the sound of your voice when you said his name. the way your nipples protruded in your clothing. the way your voice was so smooth when it rang through his ears. you’d sound so fucking pretty with his cock inside you. the noises he can't wait to hear fall from those pretty lips of yours. the way you'll fit so perfectly on his cock.. y-yeah it'll stretch you right open. he'll make sure of it— fucking.. fuck. oh my god. he came quickly. hot sticky ropes landing in the thick strip of hair on his lower stomach. his chest heaving as he stares at your front door, almost as if he's waiting for you to come out and catch him like this. fucked out, limp, covered in mess.. all because of you. there's some guilt in him, but the high he felt from the time spent with you is much more prevalent. he can't wait for the next movie night. might even suggest a sleepover.

[neganmct]

"Come here, you can sit on my lap until I'm finished" - Top!Eddie Munson x Bottom!Male Reader

"Ayo, can I request 26 with Eddie? From the smut prompt-" - Private Message

18+ One shot short - Minors DNI

Word count: 1047

Dungeons and Dragons books were spread out across the coffee table; Eddie had been hard at work creating a new campaign lately. All he could seem to talk about was how he wanted to focus around Kas the Bloody Hand becoming Kas the Betrayer.

You sat cross legged on the couch behind him, hands lightly pressing and rubbing against his shoulders. "Eddie" you whispered, leaning your head down. You slipped your arms around his shoulders, moving his curls aside to expose his neck. "Eddie" you pressed your lips to his neck.

Eddie slowed the tapping of his pencil and closed his eyes, smirking faintly. "Yes, big boy?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "I'm trying to finish my campaign here" he murmured, dropping his pencil and lifting his hand to put it over the back of your wrist. "Need something, darlin'?"

"You" you kissed up to the spot behind his ear. "Your dick" you whispered into his ear. "Fuck..." Eddie looked down at his notes and pressed his lips together. He was at half mast. The mild frustration from struggling to plan things out had gone downstairs. "I need to at least finish this part before we do anything" he sighed.

You rolled your eyes and leaned back against the couch. Your head shook as you refused to admit defeat. You smirked and grabbed the hem of your shirt, quickly tugging it off. "Are you sure you need to finish it right now?" you asked, throwing your shirt on to the table. It landed on Eddie's hand as he was about to turn the page.

The metal head blinked. Oh. He let out a heavy sigh through his nose and turned his hand to grab the shirt. "Come here, you can sit on my lap until I'm finished" he threw the discarded shirt to the floor and leaned back against the couch.

You quickly stood up then paused. "Well?" Eddie raised a brow and leaned his arm on the couch cushions. "I feel dumb being half dressed" you tugged at your belt, undoing it. Eddie's brown eyes widened as he watched your trousers fall down your legs. "Where's... Oh, they're probably still on my floor, aren't they?" he licked his lips, feeling his own twitch.

"You are easy to distract" you stepped over to him and knelt down, straddling his thighs. "You, my sweetheart, are just very distracting" Eddie's calloused fingers lightly gripped your thigh as he smiled slyly at you. "Very, very distracting... you are not making this easy!" he leaned his head back as you fumbled with his belt buckle.

"Oh, did you just expect me to sit here? Do nothing? Dumbass" you leaned forward, kissing lightly at his neck. "I thought I was the impatient one but you are-hm!" he wrapped his arms around your waist as you palmed at his bulge. "Yeah, so?" you asked, nibbling the shell of his ear. He leaned his head forward burying his face into your shoulder.

A small chuckle escaped you. "Go on, keep working, don't let me distract you, Eds" you shuffled forward, knees scrapping across the rug and angled Eddie's thick member. Eddie made a small whimpered noise as the head pressed against your hole. "There is no fuckin... lube!" his voice went up a pitch as you lowered yourself till he was tucked nicely inside.

"And? Did you forget how you were this morning?" you asked, grinning as you clenched around him. "Hm! Ok! Just... don't move yet" Eddie lifted his head, chin now resting on your shoulder as he picked up his pencil. His mind was buzzing as he now wanted to scramble to finish this part of the campaign.

You ground your hips down slightly, smirking as he made a noise and tensed up. Eddie clutched the pencil and sighed heavily. "Can you be nice for one day?" he asked, putting his pencil back to the paper. You reached between the two of you taking a hold of your own hard on. "Absolutely not" you rested your head on his shoulder.

Eddie tried to concentrate but he was finding it difficult. The noises you were making in his ear, the way your body was pressed up against his. He could feel your heart beat growing quicker the faster you moved your hand. "Oh! Oh fuck" his hands gripped the coffee table. You clenched around him again. "Fuckin'..." he hissed and left his leg.

Carelessness quickly took over as Eddie kicked the coffee table over sending his books crashing on to the crusty floor. "Just can't wait! You're so lucky I love you!" he grunted. He grunted as he squirmed, gripping your hips and forcing you to move back. He cupped the back of your head to protect it from hitting the floor. "Oh my god" you breathed, looking up at the metal head.

"You just couldn't wait!" Eddie's hands gripped your wrists as he pinned them against the ground. He didn't wait for you to readjust as he snapped his hips. You lifted your legs wrapping them around his waist and locking your ankles as he moved. "How do you still feel so damn tight?" Eddie grunted in your ear.

A whimper escaped you as his cock brushed up against that sweet spot inside of you. Eddie lowered his head, burying his face in your neck. He began whispering your name into your skin. Your toes curled as pleasure seemed to build up. "Hm-E-Eddie!" you dripping over your stomach. "I-" you tensed up, body shaking. "God damn.." Eddie dug his nails into your skin.

Eddie lifted his head up and let go of your wrists. He slowed down but the force of his thrusts seemed to get harder. "Fuck!" he breathed, slamming his hips up against you. In one of the more rare moments it seemed your orgasms nearly matched. Your member twitched and your shoulders shook as you came just shortly afterwards.

Eddie let out a sigh and pulled his hips back, panting softly. His bangs were partly stuck to his forehead from sweat. He smirked down at you, admiring the mess you had made. "Happy now?" he asked and leaned down, pecking your lips. "Oh, extremely" you chuckled, cupping his cheek and pressed your lips up against his.

[bakeryblood]

MILF

Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Explicit Language/Descriptions, Slurs

@alexs-playground

“You smell that boys?” Jason Carver, Hawkins resident star athlete, the number one runner for prom king was making his rounds of the lunch room and had settled in behind the table that held the hellfire club with his team of lackies standing on either side of him.

“Smells like faggot, right? Or am I imagining things..” He stood there in his letterman jacket, arms crossed as his friends laughed. Egging him on to continue as the younger members of the DnD club kept their eyes down. Y/N had listened to them talk about their current for weeks now as he worked at the closest Academy store a few towns over that the school had contracted with to provide new equipment and uniforms, shoes and so on. Your manager had decided who better to make the trips back and forth to make the deliveries than their employee who also went to school there.

So every shift you worked you loaded up a couple boxes into your boyfriends van and the next day you’d have to brave the mens locker room and get the coaches signature letting your boss know the school had actually received what they paid for. Eddie despised it.

Even if nothing had happened to you, and you never told him what you heard Jason and the others talking about it was like he just knew. Chrissy and Eddie this, Eddie and Chrissy that. Carver must have been the most insecure man in the school, hell it was your boyfriend he was insinuating things about. Not that he would actually put his own girlfriends reputation down by saying he was worried they were fucking but why else would he be so hung up on the topic.

Y/N squeezed Eddie’s hand that he had been holding under the table before brushing their hands against his pants, motioning for him to break his grip. Eddie shot him a look and looked over their expression. You’d gotten an idea.

Clearing your throat you slowly stood up and the jocks took a couple steps away, you were very similar to Eddie in that you had to repeat the school year several times but the difference was that you were actually intentionally intimidating. Not just because you hung out with freaks but because you had no problems with getting into a fight to defend one, it was one of the main reasons Eddie had fallen for you in the first place, you didn’t run.

“I don’t know Carver, I think you must be mistaken.” Y/N turns around with a smirk as the blonde before him gave a huff and uncrossed his arms.

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Oh, well..You know a couple of days ago when your mom called the house and you picked up?” Y/N had to use all his restraint to not laugh at the way Jason’s facial expression changed to that of confusion. You’d overheard him talking about him and Chrissy hanging out and watching a movie when his mother called the house telling him she wouldn’t be home until late. At the time he had been all for it, excited even that he might get more time to attempt to put the moves on his girl.

“How do you even…get to the fucking point—“

You took a couple steps forward in a pretend attempt to make it seem like you were trying to keep the conversation hush-hush, “You know that really nice restaurant, yeah? Pretty close to your house, the Italian place.” You licked your lips as if you were reminiscing about the night, clasping your hands together as you relayed the story. “I figured since your dad is outta town why the hell not go for it right?”

“How the fuck do you even know that my dad is—“

You held up your hand to cut him off, you weren’t even close to the climax of your story. “I’m getting there, patience Jason. Anyway, I took her out to a really amazing seafood dinner.” Jason’s friends brains seemed to be catching on a lot faster than his own, which was understandable. His mother was the wife of a Deacon, well liked and affluent in the community. It was like his brain had skipped a beat while trying to process what you were saying as you said it.

“And I mean, I treated her real good, like a goddamn princess. I know that’s probably what she’s used to and all but she deserves it having a piece of shit like you for a kid.” The entire lunchroom was now hyper focused on the one sided conversation taking place. You were now mentally thanking yourself for taking those three years of drama.

“You better..” Jason took a step forward and held his finger out towards you as he lowered his voice, looking to the side and noticing how many people were listening. “You better shut the fuck up right now L/N..” You chuckled lightly an turned on your heel before taking a step onto the plastic chair you had been sitting in earlier and then taking a stand on the table.

“You gotta hear the best part though Jason. So then after we were done, I took her back to my place and fucked the absolute shit outta your mom and she fuckin’ loved it!” You bent over as you raised your voice, finishing out the end of the sentence, you then imitated the movement with your hands in front of your lap as if you were gripping onto someone’s hips.

Jason was red in face as the room broke out into howling laughs, ‘oohs and ahhs’ echoing as his eyes never left your form standing in the table. Eddie looked up at you after turning away from Jason whose chest was rising and falling with heavy angry breaths. “Run.”

As he rushed to lunge at your legs and pull you off the table you quickly made your way off the other side, kicking Dustin’s tray off as you did so much to his dismay.

“Damn Jason! Selfish much? Did you think those tits were only for you to suck on?” You yelled as you stared him down from across the table. When he made his move to start running around one side you faked to the other end. Maybe if Andy and Chance hadn’t been so busy laughing their asses off they could have helped him out in blocking your route of escape.

Eddie was smacking the table with his fist as he had long since joined the others in laughing, you were pretty damn convincing in your performance. If he hadn’t made sure almost all of either of yours’ free time was spent fucking each other or doing literally anything else he might have actually believed that you’d gotten it on with Carvers mother.

“What? Don’t like the idea of me pounding away into her while you and Chrissy were snuggled up on the couch?” Jason might’ve had the upper hand in that he could continuously give chase, his stamina was unrivaled, but you felt decently confident that even if he did catch you and beat your ass that it would be one hundred percent worth it.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

“Honor thy father AND thy mother Jason! You don’t wanna make god angry right? Taking away her side piece and killing me seems like it would definitely send you straight to hell!” You cackled as you weaves back and forth through the lines of tables until you saw the double doors quickly approaching.

“Get think about that next time it’s past your bedtime and you’re all snuggled up in bed, she’s moaning my fuckin’ name in mine!” You kicked bricks out of there fast as hell, bumping into the basketball coach right as he was on his way into the cafeteria, not stopping for even a second to apologize to him.

Y/N was confident that he’d stop Jason in his tracks, and when that inevitable call of his name rang over the intercom asking them to report to the office he would already be long gone. His boyfriend wiped his hot face, the tears from his exuberant laughing smearing as he did. God he loved you. He loved you so fucking much, even if you’d finally decided to listen to him for once and run.

[keerywh0re-deactivated20240329]

Kurt topping his boyfriend in his car before going to work? :}

A/N; oh my lanta, i love this sm. i also watched spree at work just to prep for these requests😌🖖

Kurt Kunkle x Male Reader

SMUT

"Come on babe, hang out with me for just a little bit?" Y/N whined, pulling on the sleeve of Kurt's blue sweater.

"I- I've got like this huge livestream tonight- people are like- people are gonna be there." He exclaimed, waving his hands around.

His boyfriend sighed, looking down at his feet, shuffling them into the soft dirt. The glum look on his face quickly changed when a devious idea popped into his head. He stepped closer to Kurt, running his hands along his chest. Basking in the blush crossing his pale face at the minimal physical attention.

"What if.. I give you some really, really good content to post?"

Kurt's entire body quipped up at the suggestion. "What- what kinda content?" He raised his eyebrow, focusing most of his attention on regulating his ragged breath.

Y/N shrugged, wrapping his arms around the taller mans neck, playing with his brown hair. Pulling Kurt close to smash their lips together in a heated kiss.

Pushing Y/N against the side of his Prius roughly, Kurt smirking into the kiss when he let out a surprised gasp. Moving to lick and bite all over his boyfriends neck.

"You fucking- fucking whore. Want all my followers to see you getting- getting pounded and-" He cut himself off with a growl, lust clouding his mind. “Get in the fucking car.” His words rang clear and dominant, eyes dark as he glared down at his boyfriend.

Y/N shuddered and nodded, immediately feeling submissive under Kurt’s wicked gaze. He turned around, pulling the door to the back seat open, sparing a quick glance to the new plastic water bottles in the seat pouch. His questioning mind snapped back to reality when he felt his boyfriends hand spank his ass, hard. Hard enough to send him on his knees into the back seat.

Kurt pushed him further into the car, climbing in behind him and shutting the door. Before Y/N had time to recover, Kurt was yanking down his jeans and boxers, exposing his ass for anyone to see. 

“So pretty for me..” The brunette mumbled more-so to himself, spreading Y/N’s cheeks.

“Kurt please.” He whimpered and moaned, reaching back to try and pull Kurt closer. As soon as his hands grasped any part of Kurt they were pulled against his back. Moaning at the pain and pleasure of Kurt’s rare dominance. 

“Shut. Up.” Kurt pushed him further into the seat, his face rubbing on the leather uncomfortably. Only responding with a whine that seemed to please Kurt as he loosened his grip slightly. 

Y/N could hear the zipper and ruffle of the brunettes jeans, soon after feeling the wet tip of Kurt’s cock pressing against his hole. His body tingled with the thought of being fucked raw and unprepped. 

Kurt leaned down, pressing gentle kisses to the small of his back. Completely letting go of the hand behind his back. “Think you can take it? You can say no.” His tone soft and loving, worry overpowering his dominance. 

“Yes. Please.” Nodding, scratching his face on the leather. “I need you.”

Wasting no time in gripping his throbbing cock, Kurt began pushing in. Gritting his teeth at Y/N’s tight walls, feeling himself start to lose control already. Steadily rocking his hips back and forth until he was fully seated in the other man. Staying still while he listened to Y/N’s loud moans and quiet sobs. Leaning over to look at his cock twitch and leak on his leather seats.

The sights and sounds of his boyfriend absolutely wrecked under him while he wasn’t even moving gave him so much confidence and power. Knowing he could bend him to his ever whim.

Reaching down to wrap a hand around Y/N’s cock, awe struck with the way Y/N started moving on his own. Jerking his body to get more friction. Humping Kurt’s hand and fucking himself on his cock. Kurt knew if he moved himself even an inch he would be cumming.

“That’s right baby, fuck yourself on my cock.” 

Y/N let out a pornographic moan, moving himself faster and faster until his body was seizing and he was biting the seat below him. His hole clenching around Kurt causing groans to rip through his throat, his hot seed painting the others walls. 

They both tried to catch their breaths, silently amazed at the other. Kurt gingerly pulled his soft cock out of Y/N’s raw hole. Pulling his boxers and jeans up for him before fixing his own. Helping his boyfriend sit up right, finally seeing his face completely fucked out and hair a sticky mess. 

“Are you gonna watch the stream tonight?” Kurt's innocents and adorably awkward personality came back as quickly as it had left.

Y/N chuckled. “Of course baby.”

~Taglist~

@danowh0re

[munsonberry]

Eddie Munson with a male reader that has scary dog privileges, like he is tall, strong and looks scary, but when in private he's just a cute little puppy for Eddie

stop this is so CUTE oh i love this <3 i imagine that eddie is a lot softer because of m!reader around to protect him :], anyways i'm not too experienced with m!reader so i hope this was ok!! also tw: jason LMFAO | 1.2k words

"Sweetheart, you want anything?" Eddie asked as he parked his van in the gas station lot. as soon as he could let go of the wheel, he'd placed his hand on your thigh, giving a light squeeze.

You shook your head, smiling slightly. "It's okay, I'll come inside with you. I need to use the washroom anyways."

He nodded before unbuckling his seatbelt and did one last check for the things he needed before you two left the car. As Eddie was busy checking the glovebox for his wallet, you took the chance to survey the parking lot for other cars and spotted a few high schoolers loitering in the far corner of the lot.

"Alright, let's go!" Eddie chirped and quickly hopped out of the van, making his way to the front of the car to meet you halfway.

As you got out of the vehicle, you laid piercing eyes on the jocks, who had been staring at you two ever since you arrived. You recognized one of them as Jason, who you knew from the multiple incidents of them beating down on Eddie. Your mouth set into a straight line as you took one last look around before following Eddie inside the store.

You tensed up when the jocks started to make their way towards the store. Almost immediately, you went into defense mode, puffing out your chest and standing closer to Eddie. Several scenarios ran through your head, most of which involved you not leaving your boyfriend's side the entire duration of your time inside the store.

Eddie noticed your fidgeting beside him as he walked through the aisles. He wasted no time in grabbing your hand and pulling you close, his eyebrows twisted up in concern. He could see right through your tough façade from a mile away. "You okay? What's wrong?"

"Jason and his lackeys. Headed this way." You spoke in a low voice, your breath tickled Eddie's neck.

He took a subtle glance out the glass panes before turning to you, eyes wrinkled in humour. "Look at me. I'm fine, okay? They're just some dudes in letterman jackets trying to buy stuff from the store. I. Will. Be. Alright."

Eddie took the chance to squeeze your hand in reassurance, your hands dangling low and out of sight. "Now, go. I don't want you pissing in my car!"

He laughed, pushing you towards the back of the store. You reluctantly let go of his hand, grumbling the entire way to the restrooms. When your boyfriend was finally out of sight, you rushed off to relieve yourself as swiftly as you could to get back to him.

Eddie continued to peruse the aisles, plucking any food item he thought you'd like off of the shelf. They were playing Metallica on the radio, and he hummed along to the song as he shopped. Unbeknownst to him, Jason had his eyes set on his target, his friend trickling into the store behind him and making their way down the aisles.

Eddie was crouched at the end of the aisle, choosing between two different snacks when he felt a presence close by. Looking up, he found two pairs of sneakers staring back at him. He froze for a few seconds before standing up to face the strangers. Eddie knew immediately it was Jason and found himself regretting sending you away so early.

"Gentleman, anything I can help you with?" He gave a nervous smile, attempting to shrug off the anxious feeling creeping up the back of his neck.

The boys said nothing, only glancing at each other before looking back at Eddie with sinister smiles. "I heard you were stalking my girlfriend, freak. That true?"

He refused to answer, but the fear in his eyes gave him away. Eddie watched, terror striking through his limbs. Despite his odd outbursts and silly demeanor, he had always just been vulnerable underneath. Jason raised his fist and Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact.

It never came.

Eddie waited for one beat. Two beats. When he still hadn't felt a fist contact his cheek, he slowly opened his eyes and found the two boys had stepped back, eyes still glaring. But not at him, he found, but beside him.

You had arrived just in time. After drying your hands off from the bathroom, you made your way back into the store when you saw the bullies stepping menacingly toward Eddie. Blood roared in your ears and you felt your hands form into heavy fists, hurriedly moving to his rescue.

"You need to leave. Now." You snarled, stepping in front of your boyfriend. You could feel Eddie trembling slightly behind you, and it only added fuel to your fury. Now that you were facing them, you couldn't help but smirk at how you towered over them.

You let your eyes flicker behind them before your gaze darkened again, and you took a menacing stride towards the high schoolers. "The girl at the register can see you and she's already got the phone to her ear to call the cops. Unless you want to start something I know damn well you can't finish, I suggest you leave quietly. Unless you'd rather take this outside?"

Jason stared right back, attempting to puff his chest and intimidate you. You moved closer, practically looking down at him now. Jason broke eye contact first, visibly gulped, and stepped back into his friend. "Yeah whatever, man. Stay away from my girl, got it freak?"

The jock attempted to menacingly step towards Eddie, hand up and finger pointing but was quickly blocked by your chest.

"Touch him and you'll lose that hand, Carver." With that, Jason quickly backed away, nudging his friend to follow.

You watched as they scurried out of the store and back to their car, the girl at the register giving you a reassuring nod. Eddie let out a breath of relief behind you, reminding you that he was still there. You took the chance to look back at him, eyes slowly softening at how his hands slightly shook.

Without hesitating, you took his hand in yours and dragged him back to the van, Eddie dropping his snacks along the way. As soon as you got Eddie into the front seat and closed the door behind you when you got into yours, you let out a heavy sigh.

Eddie waited a few moments before turning to you, a smile slowly creeping onto his face. He took his hand and placed it onto your bicep, squeezing the tight muscle. "You okay?"

You met his gaze, allowing your tough façade to fade and instead be replaced by a small frown. Your head fell towards him, forehead resting on his shoulder.

"No. I'm never doing that ever again, Eddie. That shit was terrifying." You pouted.

Eddie chuckled lightly, bringing his hand up to rest on the back of your neck. "Still, 'm glad you're here to protect me. My knight in shining armour."

You smothered your face into Eddie's chest to muffle your laughter. "I think I'm very far from a knight."

Your boyfriend's fingers scratched at your scalp, tugging slightly at the hair to force you to face him. Eddie grinned down at you. Gone was the fear that had previously been flooding through both your veins.

"Right, right, sorry. No shining knight. More like a puppy hidden in a grizzly bear's body," Eddie snickered, and your face grew bright tomato red.

You couldn't fight down the laugh that bubbled in your throat, instead burying your face further into his chest.

"Shut up, please."

[sinnerbanshee]

"Pillow Princess"

Hi everyone! It's been a while since I've written a story, so here! This is not a request, and is made completely from spite and because I wanted to be self-indulgent ^^

"Pillow Princess"

Paring: Eddie x Male Reader WARNINGS: NSFW; Pillow Princess Reader - Dom Eddie - Sir Kink - Overstimulation - Controlled Orgasms - Orgasm Denial - Degradation - Name Calling MINORS, FEM ALIGNED DNI Reader and Eddie are the same age, Reader is a senior repeating the grade cause he missed it due to circumstances.

Normally, you'd be dressed up in a fancy outfit. Straight from a princess fantasy like Snow White, today however, your boyfriend had other ideas. Your clothes were ripped and spread across his van, torn from how impatient your lover was.

But before that, let's get back to the start of the day.

Eddie and you had woken up relatively early, for once he was gonna show up to school, this time with you. The night prior you had stayed the night, his uncle Wayne not caring as long as you both were quiet when he was there.

You got dressed in your usual attire, all handmade since it's seen as "halloween" costumes by most other people, similar to how your boyfriend's outfits sometimes were.

He was only willing to go that day, because you were with him. Otherwise, he would've thrown a tantrum and pouted about how you wouldn't be there.

You both drove there in his run-down van, the passenger seat having a towel laid down on the bottom since you didn't wanna get your clothes dirty. Once arriving you happily hopped out and waited for Eddie to do the same.

You walked over to his side and clung to him as soon as he got out, smiling widely. You were very happy that he was going to school for once, even though you only had 3 classes and would just end up spending most the time being bored without him.

You happily pull him along to the area you know the kids he plays DnD with talk in the morning. You smile at them as you push Eddie to them, smiling at them all as you stand near him.

"Hey! I brought your Dungeon Master!"

You giggle and watch as Eddie starts talking with the group, you standing there at his side, clinging onto him as you wait for classes to start. You have no classes the first 4 periods, so you plan on following Eddie to his so you know he isn't skipping.

The bell soon rings, signaling the first class of the day starting, you follow Eddie, making sure you sit with him in every single class he has until your classes start.

After the fourth period bell rings, you follow him to lunch, watching as he goes and talks with the kids from before. You never really knew their names, but you also didn't care much.

You soon go over to him and stand near him as he talks with the kids, looking around a bit as some people stare. You understand you and your boyfriend weren't exactly the most normal people in Hawkins, but come on.

It always gets on your nerves when they stared, so usually you'd flip them off, which you just did, your boyfriend seeing and immediately feeling proud.

While talking, he realized you and the his DnD group never knew each other, so he pulled you close and leaned down a bit to the group, being a little hushed.

"This right here" his voice goes to just above a whisper "is my boyfriend" his voice goes back to normal after saying that and he leans back up after being hushed, smiling at them as he introduces you.

"[Y/N]!"

He knew how many people felt about gay people, or same sex couples, so he made sure to stay hushed for your safety, which made you smile like a love sick puppy, if you had a tail, you bet your hairspray collection it would be wagging.

You smiled and waved at everyone at the table, leaning onto Eddie a bit as you scanned their reactions for anything. You may be Eddie's princess, but you will beat someone if they disapprove of your relationship with said man.

None of them seemed to disapprove, a few even spoke about how they never expected Eddie to get you out of all men. But you took that as a compliment.

Anywho, lunch passes, you and Eddie go to one of your classes. Eddie sit with you, sitting at a large table by yourselves as you write notes and answer questions the best you can.

Eventually Eddie gets restless, being hella bored just sitting in this class. So, he does what any gremlin motherfucker would do, he starts to mess with you. Grabbing at your thighs, poking at your clothed cock, even going as far as pushing his hand into your pants closer to the end of class.

This made you blush and for your cock to harden at least half way. Eddie noticed how you rubbed your thighs together as you kept writing notes. The bell for the next period finally rang, both of you going to your next class, only for Eddie antics to continue.

Once you were both finally done with the classes at the school, you pulled Eddie along to his van, getting in the back and pulling him in.

"Come on babe...you teased me all my classes, just fuck me"

Eddie chuckled and closed the van doors, going over and gently holding you face with one hand, slowly undoing his belt.

"You know I'd love to princess~"

You smile at him and melt, Eddie very quickly taking off his clothes, quickly, and literally, ripping yours off into his van. You whine and yell at him.

"Eddie!! I handmade those you ass!!!"

Eddie chuckled deeply, smirking as he grabbed lube from his bag, pouring some on his fingers and cock as he gets closer to you.

"I'll buy you more supplies babe, just relax and let me treat you~ You are my pillow princess after all~"

That stupid nickname, it always made you blush and made your body hot. He only started calling you that cause he'd caught you humping his pillow once, and because of how you dress.

He held your hips gently with one hand, the other slowly tracing your hole as he pushes one finger in, your back arching a bit as you moan out. You watch him intently, drooling a bit as you look over his body and tattoos.

"Haha, never expected my princess to be a perv, you're practically eating me with your eyes there doll"

God, the nicknames. You always loved Eddie's nicknames the entire time you've been together. He always knew which ones would calm you down, and which ones would make your body hotter than a fire pit.

Not soon enough, Eddie finished pushing 3 fingers into you, your cock twitching as you moaned into the almost emptiness of his van, you were sure other people could hear you, but you honestly didn't care.

"Fuck, please Sir, please just use your cock, I-I'm desperate here"

He chuckled and looked at you leaning down to kiss and nibble at your neck and chest, leaving marks. His favorite place to leave marks was always your collarbone, not only was it sensitive, but with your outfits, the hickieys and bites showed just enough so people would notice, but not enough to make you look like a whore.

You moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of you ass, despite being already prepped, he just wanted to tease you, and you knew it. He leaned back up, staring down at you as you squirm a bit and moaned out his name softly like a chant. God, the way you did so made his cock harden more if possible, it was already as hard as it could be, just from seeing you, but damn.

He gently pulled his fingers out, rubbing his cock so the left over lube could get on it, not wanting to hurt you. He always talked about how you were "a fragile princess" in his eyes, and even though he'd rough it during sex, he always tried to be gentle enough.

He slowly pushed in, holding you legs a little bit higher than his hips, just so he could get the right angle, you moaned louder, gently grabbing at him as you wrapped your legs around him, pushing his cock farther into you.

"Fuuuuck, just use my hole already Munson!"

It was rare for you to use his last name, let alone use his name ever outside of teasing and you being angry. He laughed softly and started to thrust quickly and harshly into you, holding your hips tightly and leaning down to leave more marks, this time on your neck.

You let out moans, trying to stay quiet, but you knew how you get during sex with him. If you were at his house alone? You'd sound like a full on pornstar.

He kept thrusting and leaving marks on your body, reaching one hand to jerk you off, he knew how much you hated to cum before him, and he used it to his own advantage.

You whimpered and moaned out, bucking your hips up into his hand occasionally, moaning his name and begging him as if your life depended on it.

You threw you head back when he bit a particularly sensitive spot, your cock already leaking precum as he keep thrusting and licking at that spot.

"So close already?" he leaned up and looked down at you "I don't think you've been good enough princess, I think you should beg to cum~"

Oh god, the control he had over you. You nodded and whimpered as his thrusting sped up, the strokes of your cock from his hand matching.

"Please, please- fuck- please let m-me cum sir! I'll be a good b-bitch shit!- I'll be good just please let me cum!!"

It was hard to get a full sentence out without moaning through it, you arched your back as you got so close to release, but Eddie removed his hand. He smirked sadistically down at you, knowing how much you wanted to cum.

"How about you hold it until I cum? Hm? Can you handle that?~"

You whined and squirmed, but nodded anyways, holding back as he kept thrusting, his praising making it harder to now cum.

"So good for me- fuck- so good, taking my cock a-and holding back like a good slutty princess~"

That sentence alone made you wanna cum, you thankfully held back until Eddie's moans got particularly louder, you knew he was close. He was mostly quiet unless he needed to cum.

You wrapped your arms around him and brought him in for a kiss, your teeth clashing a bit as it got sloppy. Eddie's hand reaching back to jerk you off. Both of your moans being muffled by the kiss as you quickly cum, Eddie soon following behind.

You both panted heavily, Eddie soon leaning up and hovering above you as he smiles down at you.

"Have fun, princess?~"

You playfully hit him and giggle as you smile back, nodding. You move so you ar partially sat up on your elbows.

"Yes, sir. Now pull out so we can clean up, we still have the rest of the day."

He grins and nods,

Tags: @reallyromealone

hope you all enjoyed this fic! It took me roughly 8 hours! ^^

[razzel-dazzel2002]

Could Just Eat You Up

Request - Ok Sugar Daddy Jensen Ackles x Sugar baby Male Reader.....I can't come up with a plot so I'm thinking something similar but different to pretty women. And add smut pls with top Jensen and bottom male reader this time pls (again can you make the smut long) but I'm thinking Jensen is still an actor so maybe he takes the reader to a movie premiere or something ❤️

Smut

Warnings - Smut (duh) [ Praise/Degredation kink, Honorifics, Top/Bottom dynamic, Dirty talk, Overstimulation, Others ], Cursing,

Pairing - Jensen Ackles X Sugar Baby!Male!Reader

[ I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve been having trouble finding the motivation to write so I’m sorry if this isn’t as nice as you wanted it to be and I lowkey just made it a smut with plot peppered in lol ]

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“You did amazing today, I forgot to mention that.” Jensen praises, pulling at the tie around his neck. You look at him as you close the door. It was late; the two of you had just arrived back from your first movie premiere. The clothes you’re in are beyond expensive, something that was repeatedly noted when the paparazzi asked you about your designer and who got it for you; you’re currently looking at him. 

Your relationship with the actor wasn’t public, and while you were okay with that, there were still moments that you just wanted everyone to know. Like today, how badly you wanted him to do anything to you all day the second you saw him in that suit. 

“And you look amazing.” He smiles at you, stepping closer to you. “I forgot to mention that as well.” He adds, and you smile right back at him as he undoes the tie around your neck, tugging it off. “So handsome, I could just eat you up.” He whispered the last part while leaning closer to your lips, ghosting over each other. 

Your breath hitches as you look at him, face hot and a shiver running through you from head to toe, you couldn’t get enough of him. “Then eat me.” You say back without second thought and his eyes seem to grow darker with desire as he stares at you. You go to repeat it but he pulls you into a kiss, making a muffled mph leave you. 

Everything about him is intoxicating. You kiss him back, arms around his neck as his hands find your hips, holding you steady as he walks you back so that your back is against the door. You’re panting when he pulls back to trail hot kisses down the side of your neck and jaw. You tilt your head back to hit the door as his kisses on your neck turn into sucking and biting that has you letting out breathy moans. 

“Do you know how hard it was to not kiss you during the premiere?” He mumbles out against your bruising skin. “To pretend that you’re just my friend, someone that I take to premieres as just my plus one?” He goes on, biting down on your neck while helping you shrug off your suit jacket. 

His movements are rushed as he pulls at your shirt, yanking it, so buttons pop off. He’s quick to mumble about how he was going to replace the shirt and anything else. “Jensen.” You gasp his name as he bites down your neck to your chest, where he leaves more bite marks. It became his favorite place to leave them because only the two of you would know that they’re there, like a secret between the two of you.

You run a hand through his hair while he rub circles on your hips. You whine against him, desperate for him to touch you more as your body grows hot with arousal that’s clear with the ever-growing bulge between your legs. One of his hands trails from your hip to your cock over your clothes. Your breathing picks up as he cups you over your clothes and teasingly moves his hand till you’re trying to rut against his hand. 

“Seems that I’m not the only one desperate.” He smiles against your skin, pressing a kiss to the skin before he pulls back, admiring the work he’s done to your skin. 

“You’d be desperate too if you saw how good you look.” Your voice and he chuckles, undoing your belt and pulling it through the loops with a tug that makes your knees weak. You hear the belt clank to the floor when he tosses it and undoes the button of your pants and stops, lips meeting yours. 

“Is this okay?” He asks, no matter what, he always asked even if you were in the middle of a heated scene, he always asked (#consentiskeyfolks). You nod, breathing out a “yes” when he still doesn’t move. He smiles, leaning forward and biting your lip before making quick work of your pants and instantly following is your underwear. 

Your cock springs out, throbbing and leaking precum for the man in front of you. You shudder as Jensen takes you in his hand, stroking you at a slow pace. “Fuck.” You breathe out, pushing out against his hand to get him to speed up his pace, making you moan slightly. 

“How’s that baby boy?” He questions, watching you melt at his touch. 

“Good.” You moan as his pace only quickens as he jerks you off. “So good.”

Jensen smirks, groaning under his breath at the sight before him. You’re starting to sweat, panting as he works you up right up against the front door. “Atta boy.” He praises as a moan leaves you, hands scratching at him over his suit jacket. “Such a good toy for me, huh?” He teases, his smirk growing when you shiver at his words, hips thrusting against his hand. He chuckles, watching you whine when he slows his pace. “You’re so easy, so desperate.” Jensen lists off, running his thump over your tip and watching you buck against his hand. “What do you want, baby?”

You take a moment to answer, trying to fish the words out of your foggy mind. “Please touch me.” You pant, and his head tilts to the side. 

“I’m already touching you; you’re gonna have to be more specific, use your pretty words, baby boy.” He presses a kiss to your jaw. 

“Please go faster.” You correct, he hums, and sure enough, he picks up his pace. You moan out a curse, then his name as his pace only increases, working you up towards your release. 

“You’re so handsome, I get why everyone was all over you.” He starts, licking a stip on your neck. “God, how badly I wanted to show them all, to pull you away from everyone you were talking to and kissing you. To show that you’re mine.” 

You groan at his words, open mouth panting at his touch. “Jensen I’m-fuck-I’m gonna-” You can’t even finish before you’re moaning his name, and he’s crouched down and taken you into his mouth. You jump at the action, not prepared for the feeling of him sucking you off as you reach your orgasm. Your legs shake slightly as you orgasm, moaning out his name as he sucks you till you can’t give him any more. 

You moan out a curse when he doesn’t stop, your hand falling to wind in his hair and try to pull him away. He doesn’t budge for a bit, content with hearing your whimpers and whines as he continues to suck your now sensitive cock till your legs threaten to give out. “Aww, what’s wrong? I thought you wanted me to eat you up?” He teases, standing up and pulling you into a rough kiss. “So I intend to do that for the rest of the night.”

[eriklehnsherrshusband]

Earned It

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- Paring: Bottom Chris Evans x Top Male Reader

- Relationship: Romantic 

- Theme: Explicit

- Alternate-Universe: Song Au, Stripper Chris Evans 

- Warnings/Mentions: Degradation Kink, Daddy Kink, Rough Smut, Strippers, blindfolding, Throat fucking

- Requested:

- Word-Count:1.8k

- Summary:” Chris is a stripper you meet him and he helps you take your mind off things”

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- M/N = MALE NAME / MY NAME

- L/N = LAST NAME

- C/F = BEST Friend

- N/N = NICK NAME 

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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT MEAN NO HARM, OFFENSE, OR DISRESPECT TO ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS/CELEBRITIES; ALL OF THIS IS JUST FICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT ARE PRESENT WHILE READING THIS FANFIC I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE.

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“Baby, I wanna touch you. I wanna breathe into your well~.”

Walking down the streets, I heard distorted music playing not too far away; I saw the sign I was looking for; I walked towards the flashing sign that spelled out LUX at the entrance of the building. “Name?” said the club bouncer. I looked up at him, “M/N L/N.” I told him; he moved aside, knowing who I was. “Hey! Why did you let him in?” said a guy in line. “That's none of your business,” I told the guy in line; the truth was I was a regular here since the club opened. I knew the owner well; we became friends back in college and partied together; now, all I have to do is say my name to get into the club. ‘Thank god, B/F,’ I thought, walking into the building excitedly.

As I walked into the building, I saw many guys grinding and dancing to the music, some trying to get the attention of the strippers performing up on stage. “N/N! My buddy yelled from across the room, “glad you can make it.” “Glad to be here, so what up?” I told him “we're getting you laid tonight, that's what,” B/F said. “I don't know about that?” I told him unenthusiastically “you got to get over him, N/N; you both broke up years ago; let loose for once and enjoy you haven't had sex in like forever.” we looked at each other in the eyes “it's not about sex-.” “Then what is it about?” he cut me off “fine, then let's just enjoy the night; please, maybe I will find someone to hook up with,” I told him “you better; you look so frustrated and angry all the time” he walked away probably trying to find a guy to hook up with himself.

“One bourbon, please,” I told the barista as he made a drink; he nodded “bourbon coming right up.” 

“Alrighty gentleman, throwback Sunday begins now! Our first dancer for the night, Captain America,” yells the Dj through the microphone. A man with a harness and USA-printed briefs comes to the stage, ‘he looks good,’ I thought while looking at him. I turn back to get my drink and stare at the bar counter while hearing the blasting music.

(Time-Skip: Half Hour)

“Hi, I’m Chris,” I heard someone say behind me, “oh hi, you're the Captain America guy, right,” I said, “yup, I was trying to get your attention early today, but you weren't paying attention,” he told me “yah am just here supporting a friend of mine.” “Mmm, not much for clubbing?” “The opposite. I’m just not in the mood this month going through some things right now.” “How about I distract you then get your mind off things,” he said hopefully. 

“Are you proposing a lap dance?” “Yes and no, I was thinking if you paid me a little extra, say about 150 dollars, we could have some fun together.” “Don't people usually charge more than that? I mean, not that I'm  complaining, just saying.” “Well am giving a discount today; after all, it's the least I can do for a handsome guy like yourself,” he said while blushing a bit. “Fine.”

“You can choose the song; I will be right back,” Chris said. “Where are you going?” I told him nervously, “I'm going to change into a jock strap if you don't mind, or do you want me to change here?” he said smugly. “No, it's fine; go do what you must,” I said quickly.

He returned a few moments later wearing a harness and jockstrap, ‘he looks sexy,’ i thought to myself. “Ready?” he said sincerely “yeah, I haven't done this in a while,” I told him honestly “just relax and watch me,” he said calmly, making me feel comfortable “okay,” I went and sat down on the couch making myself comfy. “I like this song; excellent pick. 

You make it look like it's magic (Oh yeah)

'Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you

I'm never confused

Hey, hey

And I'm so used to being used. 

Chris starts slow dancing on the poll; I can feel myself getting excited and nervous at the same time ‘what if someone walks in on us’ the door is locked, I remind myself continuing to look at Chris.

So I love when you call unexpected

'Cause I hate when the moment's expected

So I'ma care for you, you, you

I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah

He makes his way down the stairs getting closer to me, “relax, big guy, I got you,” he said while straddling my thighs “you like this, don't you~” he said while slowly grinding on me; I let out a groan as I feel myself growing hard “yes- Captain~” I said “Good boy” he told me as I felt his hot breath close to my ear.

'Cause girl you're perfect (Girl you're perfect)

You're always worth it (Always worth it)

And you deserve it (And you deserve it)

The way you work it (The way you work it)

'Cause girl you earned it (Earned it, yeah)

Girl you earned it, yeah

As he turned to look, I couldn't help but lean in and kiss him. “Mmm~” I moaned while kissing him hard. It was so good it felt very passionate; the thought that this would only last a bit till it comes to an end hurts me a bit, but I knew it was for the best; I couldn’t get hurt, not this time ‘just enjoy the distraction’ i said to myself he began to pull back and start his lap dance.

You know our love would be tragic (Oh yeah)

So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind, mind, mind

We live with no lies

Hey, hey

And you're my favourite kind of night

As he went near my pants, I could not help but get more excited; my cock was now standing at full attention, ready for his warm mouth to engulf me. I saw he began to take off my pants and boxers in one go “wait!” I told him quickly; Chris looked up at me, confused, “yah?” “Put this on,” I told him, taking my tie off and giving it to him; he smirked. “Kinky,” he said, putting on my tie as a blindfold. I guide his head to my now oozing tip; he slowly put my dick in his mount “ngh~” I grunted, feeling his warm wet mouth engulf me. 

So I love when you call unexpected

'Cause I hate when the moment's expected

So I'ma care for you, you, you

I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah

“Don't- stop Chris so good ngh~,” I told him as he bobbed his head up, and down my dick taking it down to the base “mmm~” I felt him moan, sending shivers; to my spine “god your good at this~,” I said, grabbing his head and guiding him to go faster. “Ahh~” I felt my cock throb in his mouth, “I am going to- cum~,” I said, now throat fucking him hard. I heard him gag on my cock ‘so hot,’ I thought to myself “ahh~” I moaned as he took my load down his throat. “Not bad,” Chris said, catching his breath “now it's time for the main course; I’m clean and prepped,” he said. I felt myself getting hard again.

'Cause girl you're perfect (Girl you're perfect)

You're always worth it (Always worth it)

And you deserve it (And you deserve it)

The way you work it (The way you work it)

'Cause girl you earned it (Earned it, yeah)

Girl you earned it, yeah

He slowly sunk down my cock “mhm~” we both moaned out together; we stayed in that position waiting for him to get adjusted. “Okay, I’m ready,” he said. I grabbed his hips, pulling them up and down my cock “so warm~” I moaned out, wanting to go faster but being patient, not wanting to hurt him. “I can take it; you don't have to be sacred,” he said while panting “lay down on your back,” he told me. I did as I was told, “okay, now what?” “Now I’m going to ride you,” he said, putting my cock down his hole “god, your so big~.”

On that lonely night (Lonely night)

Said it wouldn't be love

But we felt the rush (Fell in love)

It made us believe it was only us (It's only us)

Convinced we were broken inside, yeah

Inside, yeah

“God!~,” he said, riding me. I felt his hole sucking me back in “so good; daddy~ don't stop” Chris was a moaning mess while riding me “you feel incredible riding me,” I told him myself. “Come on, Chris cum for daddy.” “Ahh~” his head moved back. I thrust in him while he was riding me, wanting to get my end of this. I felt a sensation coming. “Faster, Chris, come on- so close~,” I told him, slamming myself against his hairy ass. “Oh god~,” I said while holding him close; he came on my stomach, and his hole got tighter in combination with his moaning, making me cum inside him, not stopping my thrusting “ahg~,” I moaned, finishing.

'Cause girl you're perfect (Girl you're perfect)

You're always worth it (You're always worth it)

And you deserve it (And you deserve it)

The way you work it (The way you work it)

'Cause girl you earned it (Girl you earned it)

Girl you earned it (You earned it, yeah)

We stayed there lying on the couch “that was fun,” Chris said, panting “yeah,” I answered back “well, I should get going, Chris; it was nice knowing you,” I said, getting up “yeah” he said lowly. I started to change once I was finished as I made my way to the room's exit the room, I felt Chris grab my arm with my tie in his hands “can we see each other outside of the building, maybe for some coffee?” I smiled at him “sure,” I told him happily, “okay”... “okay,” he said, smiling while blushing. “Here, 500 bucks,” I told him, holding cash in front of him. “Ohh, you don't have to take this for free,” he said, blushing “no, you earned it is the least I can do; maybe you can pay for the coffee tho.” “sure,” he said while scratching his neck.” “Bye Chris,” I told him making my way outside the room I turn back around and give him a peck in the lips “bye officially Chris,” I said again smiling more “bye M/N see you on?” “How about friday?” “Friday it is,” he said blushing.

Na-na-na-na-na

Oh-oh-oh-ooh

Yeah, yeah

'Cause girl, you're perfect

The way you work it

You deserve it

I can tell you

THE END

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[bakeryblood]

“Seriously, get some help..”

Billy Hargrove x Male Reader

Pt.1 of 3

cw: Homophobic Language/Slurs, Bullying, steve x nancy

“So then I tried explaining how, you know, I’m just going to be stuck working some dead end job anyway and she just gave this look Y/N- like I was stupid or something..” Steve relayed his conversation he’d had with Nancy on the drive to school that morning. Y/N had seen the aftermath of her quickly exiting his car and heading on inside as he dejectedly waited around until he’d joined him. Getting a cigarette in before class inevitably started.

“Well what do you expect Steve, girls dream of their high school loves going to college with them, beating the men off them for the rest of their lives.”

“Yeah, ‘beating the guys off her’ is the whole reason I need to wait..plus there’s no way I could get into a college on her level, I’d just be holding her back..” Steve leaned against the side of his car, running a hand back through his hair as Y/N puffed away a few feet out, always keeping his distance as to not receive a complaint about the smell from his friend.

“Just stop stressing Steve! You get stressed, she’ll get stressed. Clearly she already is..” Y/N’s ears pricked up at the sound of quickly approaching music mixed with the revving of a loud engine. Down the street appeared a blue Camaro that screeched to a stop just before it passed up the entrance to the student parking area and as soon as it turned in it sped back up. Y/N stood in place and squinted, trying to make out who the hell was driving this car he’d never seen. And before he knew it Steve had grabbed the collar of his shirt and roughly yanked him out of the way moments before the car would have possibly hit him.

“Y/N Jesus! Wake up!” Steve let go of him and looked his face over, which admittedly was always difficult to read. He looked at him and then back at the car as it pulled into the middle of two spaces, double parking. One could hear the sound of brief bickering as the car was shut off and Y/N could see the California license plate and then a small red headed girl with an even redder zip up jacket quickly gathered herself and a skateboard out of the passengers seat, slamming the door and then tossing the board down and making her way off in the direction of the middle school with her middle finger held up.

“Hey!” Steve walked past you in the direction of the car and you hardly had time to react as he hurried over, you rushed to follow behind him. “You had a kid in there with you, don’t you think you should..slow down…” Steve’s angry speech trailed off as the driver stepped out of the car. Dirty blonde curls spilled off the back of his head and bounced as he stood and shut the door, an unamused look on his face as he sized Steve up. Although he had stopped a solid five feet away the teen advanced on the two of you, giving you a quick look before responding.

“Maybe you should worry more about your mouth and your boyfriend getting you in trouble, stranger. ” He reached up, snatching the almost finished cigarette out of your mouth and holding it up to his, lighting it off the cherry before tossing it behind the two of you. You licked your bottom lip where the skin had been pulled off from him taking it out of your mouth and also from you holding it there for too long and watched as he made his way away from Steve and you towards the school.

“Fuck..who the hell was that guy?” Steve let the gay comment roll off him like water off a ducks back, he had a reputation that some new tanned up guy from California wasn’t going to make an effect on. But it still did get under his skin, their body language and tone, he seemed dangerous.

“I think we’re going to find out.” Y/N reached up to press his finger against the small bubble of blood coming from his lip before wiping it off on his shirt and heading off towards the school as well. Steve stood back for a moment, still taken a back from the entire morning really. ‘Can’t ever catch a break..’ he thought to himself as he went on to catch up.

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“So don’t forget, Barbs’ Parents, dinner, tonight. Got it?”

“Yes Nance, of course I’ve got it. I’m not going to forget okay?”

Jonathan closed his eyes just for a second, hoping to drown them out somehow as he retreated down the hall away from them, but as he did he found himself running into someone. “S-sorry—“ Y/N shook his head and managed a half smile at the oldest Byers before peering off to the side of him at the two love birds chatting away at Nancys’ locker.

“Don’t be. Trust me, I get fed up with it too.” Jonathan sighed and nodded as they moved out of the way slightly to make it easier for others to walk through the hallway freely. He looked down at the orange flier in his hand, flipping it over before thrusting it forward to you.

“What’s this?”

“Something I wouldn’t be caught dead at.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow as he briefly read the sheet of paper before laughing to himself on the inside, the humor coming across when he spoke. “And you think I would be? Maybe if we dared each other..”

“Good point.” Jonathan grinned at him, it did seem like something the both of them would do. They had been friends before Y/N got friendly with Steve and Nancy. As friendly as the teen could. He was often just a third wheel, a shadow, him and barb would sit around and entertain themselves while the couple went at it. But ever since barb ‘disappeared’ Y/N stopped smiling, he stopping putting in as much effort as he had to appear happy for the others sakes and even with Jonathan he wouldn’t open up or talk about anything so Jonathan did the same.

The long bell rang and it echoed through the halls signaling everyone to get to their next class. Y/N quickly departed off towards Steve who had athletics with him next and Jonathan waited for a moment before continuing down the way he had been, trying to not let the feeling of comfort in each other, what was once all too familiar for them, affect him too much.

“You ready to get schooled Y/N?”

“Not if we’re on the same team dipshit.” Steve slung an arm around the dispirited teen as they walked down the hall towards the gymnasium.

These uniforms were the bane of his existence. This whole class actually. The fabric of the shorts did nothing but hold sweat and when and if someone fell or was pushed while guarding you were sure to rub your skin open on impact with the waxed hard wood floors. The grey shirt was ill fitting and slightly baggy on you while it seemed to cling to Steve as the two of you walked out of the locker room together.

“Dude, you really need to even out that ‘farmers tan’. It’s just getting worse.”

Y/N rubbed his hand up his arm and looked at the stark line where the tan began and your normal skin tone began before staring back at Steve with an unamused expression. “Because Nancy loves those pasty chicken legs of yours so much right?”

“Pasty?! Chicken legs?! Oooh you’re so lucky we’re both shirts today..” Steve jumped up and down, hyping himself up for the game as he thought about what you said, debating staying late after school and using the weight room one of these days.

“Okay, ladies! Enough talking. Get in position.” The PE teacher and Basketball coach stood at the sidelines with a perfectly aired ball in his hand and a whistle in his other other. “Four on four game. I want it clean, or you’ll be doing laps until you throw up after school. All of you.”

Steve took the center and caught the ball as the coach tossed it out, Y/N taking his place next to him. He didn’t like athletics by any means but he wasn’t really given the option to choose his own electives so he decided to make the best of things and try to stay close to Harrington early on. “I’m watching you Harrington.” The coach pointed at him and they locked eyes.

“You need to keep your performance up before the season starts, you hear me?”

“Yes coach!” Steve replied. His face determined in spite of the shirtless blonde from this morning slyly grinning as he stood in as center for the opposing team. ‘He’s going to guard me, I just know it..’ He thought to himself as Y/N shook out his hands beside him, grabbing his attention. He tilted his head slightly and lowered his voice to a whisper.

“Be my distraction okay? Ghost blondie when he comes for me..”

Y/N didn’t visibly react to what he’d said but on the inside he was groaning in annoyance. Steve might be the king of something, the king of starting shit. The blonde looked like his hobbies consisted of lifting weights and winning fist fights and he wanted him to go after him? Fuck.

When the whistle blew Steve immediately went into action and the building echoed with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor. Two shirts were held guarded in place as Steve faked out the teen and made a shot from the three point line, watching as it went in and one of the skins made a break for it.

“That won’t happen again.”

“Hargrove! Quit making eyes at him and get on the ball!” The coach yelled across the court as his team mate was at an impasse, standing at half court with one of Steve’s team mates behind him and Y/N steadfast in front of him. Eyes locked onto his. “Somebody get this freak off of me!”

“Pass!” As the teen went to make a pass to Tommy Y/N leapt and smacked the ball mid-air across the court, like a volleyball. The two skins quickly shove past him to help Billy obtain the ball before Steve can land another basket and Y/N makes his way behind the blonde. Steve and him make eye contact as he dribbles in place, billy aggressively bouncing himself against his back with full intentions on keeping this asshole from making his shot.

“So I heard they used to call you the king around here huh?” Steve tried to keep his eyes on the man’s hands as he was sure he would go to pick the ball away from him. “I saw that girl with you earlier, do you and the pretty boy share her? Or does she not know about you and him?”

“Why don’t you just shut the hell up and play!”

The moment that Steve let himself get distracted enough to respond Billy wedged his leg between his and swept his feet out to the side, out from under him. Y/N had closed in during their ‘intimidate moment’ and did just as Steve asked. While everyone was distracted by Billy’s foul play he’d secured the ball and had a decent shot lined up. The blonde was between him and the other players and that cheeky smirk he had when their eyes met did something to him. It made his skin itch. A crawling sensation.

“Why don’t you just give me that?” He asked, knees bent in preparation for Y/N to skitter away to somehow get Steve the ball.

“Come get it.” The side of Y/N’s lips curled slightly at the change in Billy’s expression. Eyebrows furrowed as he made a quick step forward just as Y/N jumped to make the shot from here. Either he’d make it or Steve could go in for the save and do a layup. Neither Billy or Y/N was able to watch because the muscular blonde had taken him to the floor. The coach blew his whistle just before the ball went in. He might have let him tripping Steve slide but that was a full contact tackle.

“Now what the hell did I say?! Clean. Game! Do you not know what ‘charging’ is Hargrove?” Billy glared down at the man underneath him who had his eyes clenched shut. He was scared. The pain in the back of his head from it hitting the wood floor coupled with the blow of the whistle had his ears ringing. “Do you hear me?”

“Yes, coach. It won’t happen again.” He muttered as he raised up off the floor, reaching his arm down as Y/N opened his eyes. “Get the hell up then.” He took the hand and gathered himself off the floor with his help, rubbing the back of his sweaty head with his free hand before Billy pulled him in close, face inches from his.

“You. Are. Dead.” Something seemed to flash in those blue eyes. They were dilated and moving rapidly as if he was trying to read Y/N’s aloof expression before he shoved him away and retreated to wait for Y/N to get his free throw in. As pretty as they had been, they looked..predatory.

Y/N managed to weasel not just a nurse note for himself but after complaining that he was dizzy and lightheaded the coach wrote Steve one too. As they showered Y/N told Harrington what billy had said and explained that it was why he wanted to avoid the inevitable conflict for as long as possible.

“So what? You bruised the guy’s obviously huge ego. He isn’t going to actually kill you.” Steve commented as he shampooed his mass of sweaty hair.

“You didn’t see his eyes Steve..”

“Y/N. If I let every little death stare effect me do you think I would hang out with you? You look scary as hell all the time.” We don’t hang out..not anymore.

“Whatever. You got me into this so take some accountability.” Y/N rinsed the soap off of himself before cutting the faucet off and walking to the wall that the white towels hung lined up on hooks, drying himself off as quick as possible.

“I said ghost him! Not tussle with him on the floor!” Steve hollered, eyes closed to keep the soap from running into them being unaware of where Y/N was in the room. Either way it echoed loudly in the tile covered room and Y/N held his damp head, debating on actually going to the nurse to get a couple Tylenol or get the cigarette he was craving in while the majority of students and staff were busying themselves in the lunch room.

“Just..hurry up…”

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Slinging his books into his locker next to Nancy’s as Steve filled her in on why he was limping slightly when she caught them in the hallway. Why he wasn’t at lunch, she chastised him for not forcing you to both the nurses and the front office.

“You’ve got to be kidding me Steve!” She lowered her voice a bit before continuing. “Death threats aren’t a joke..”

Steve held up his hands in a shrug. “You try to make him do something, it happened to him after all.”

“Yeah, because of you.” Y/N mumbled as they started to walk through the hall together towards their destination of the student parking lot, as soon as they cleared the doors Y/N dug his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket and lit one causing Steve to hold his nose and wave his hand through the billowing smoke.

“Say something Harrington. I dare you.”

Steve just sped up a head of you and Nancy and pointed at him, “See, scary!”

Y/N looked from Steve’s red car over towards the blue Camaro still parked where it had been and he felt his heart race quicken as Steve reached the car way before them, opening the passengers door in advance for Nancy as a gentlemanly gesture that made her smile sweetly. Steve was an idiot, maybe. But he was her idiot.

Just as Nancy reached the open door and readied herself to get in Y/N yelped, the cigarette in his mouth falling onto his collarbone and tumbling down after leaving its mark as Hargrove had a fist full of his hair, pulling his head back as he pressed against the back of him. “You two hiding from me? Where’d that energy from the game go?” He smiled as he peered down at Y/N and then at Steve and Nancy.

“Let him go!”

“Or what?” Billy replied to Nancy as she took a step forward. “So I was right huh? Y’all are all a ‘thing’?” Nancy scrunched up her face in confusion and went to take another step forward but Steve’s outstretched arm prevented her.

“Look man, I’m sorry for earlier. It wa—“

“H-ha..Steve just shut up and go, okay?” Y/N couldn’t look at them with Billy roughing yanking his back every time he tried to straighten back up but he could imagine the dumbfounded look Steve had on his face.

“Um, no?”

“Listen to your boy toy Harrington, the lady isn’t going to want to see this.” He rested his head against yours as he spoke and you could smell his cologne wafting off his denim jacket. A few students had stopped on their way to their cars to spectate and Steve looked around at them nervously. He couldn’t fight him, not in front of all these people. Not in front of Nancy. He couldn’t lose in front of her.

“My dad is a fucking cop and I’d you don’t think I’ll have him at your house so quick you’re dead wrong!” Nancy shouted at him, shoving Steve’s arm out of her way. Glaring him down as she threw her bluff his way.

Billy swayed slightly as if thinking what she said over before sliding his arm around the front of the man he was holding to loop his arm around his neck, planning to choke him out.

“I’m not..scared of you…”

Billy loosened his grip slightly and looked down at Y/N who had his eyes closed, he hadn’t even raised his hands up to try and get Billy off of him. “What’d you say?”

“I said—I’m not scared of you Billy..” Y/N tried to speak but occasionally the man would tense up around his throat and he’d have to croak the words out, that was until Billy scoffed and released him before using both hands to shove him as hard as he could into Steve’s car causing a tiny dent in the side of it.

“You should be.”

Y/N stayed down on the ground after lifting himself up slightly, holding sore his neck. “Well I’m not!”

Billy turned to walk away, intent on leaving Maxine there if he didn’t show in the next minute or so. “I feel bad for you!” That stopped him. His breathing quickened as he spun back around and looked on enraged as Nancy helped Y/N off of the ground.

“I feel really, really bad for you Billy. Seriously, get help…” Before they gave Billy enough time to decide to charge back over Y/N climbed in the backseat and Nancy took her spot in the passengers side as Steve scrambled to get in the car and drive away, truly the most shaken up out of the three of them.

“That guy is fucking crazy..And you!” He looked over at Nancy as he pulled out of the parking lot before getting his eyes back on the road. “Your dad isn’t a cop!”

Nancy simply shrugged and looked out the window at the denim clad, blonde man still standing in the lot where they left him.

[r1vvers]

Eddie Munson x Amab Reader

cw. bottom! eddie x dom! male reader 

"Oh fuck!"

Y/N breaks into a well-worked up sweat as the Mustang shakes and rattles from movement within the car. Small, metallic creaks and clinks of springs and God-knows-what-else fill the small space with noise, but nothing sounds better than his baby moaning with every thrust of his hips. His jeans are halfway down his legs, belt buckle clunking against some goddamn thing near the foot-well of the backseat. His t-shirt was tossed somewhere earlier, by a very ravenous Eddie Munson.

Speaking of the pretty boy himself, Eddie was bare naked, no jeans, no shirt- not even socks. His pale skin practically glowed under the shaft of silvery moonlight filtering through the window. His gorgeous hair was damp, soaked in sweat and sticking to his shimmering skin like dark tattoos. His lips were bitten red and swollen from Y/N’s rough kisses. And his nipples were aroused and bruised with several bite marks that Y/N had placed there. Little wispy, breathless moans escaped his lips with every thrust, nails digging into Y/N's shoulders as he held on for the ride of his life.

"So good baby." Y/N hears himself growling, halting his own hips in favour of Eddie’s hips grinding down on him. He grabs him by the hips, feeling the muscles ripple smoothly beneath his fingertips.

"Wanna ride you." Eddie sobs in his ear, sounding drunk and out of it. He pulls back and gazes at Y/N with those damn eyes, pleading. Please lemme ride you.

“Go ahead baby. Ride me." Y/N obliges with that signature grin, gazing up at his princess. God, it should be a sin to look so good, he thinks. His thumb brushes over Eddie’s navel, dipping just below to feel the soft, supple skin there. He's baby smooth, like heated wax down there, completely hairless, just the way Y/N likes it. Eddie’s cock is hard, the firm length pulsing and warm in his hand. Y/N strokes him, slow and languid, setting a torturous pace that Eddie forces himself to meet just to get that glorious friction on both ends. Y/N’s thick cock opens him so wide that he almost feels it in his throat. His gasp is stuttered by Y/N’s hands coming to wrap around his neck, choking him.

The way lovers do. That's what Y/N had told him the first time they'd tried it.

“Oh- oh my Go- uh!" He chokes, feeling his stomach start to cramp up with the tell-tale sign of an orgasm. His nails dig even deeper into Y/N’s shoulders, leaving angry, red marks like kitten scratches. He pushes himself to keep riding Y/N like he's in a fucking rodeo, thighs burning deliciously with every roll of his hips. Y/N keep gazing up at him with a smirk, a wicked glimmer in his eyes. He likes watching Eddie work for it. Turns him on like nothing else and Eddie knows it. He loves it too, that's why he's never complained.

Not once.

He loves working for Y/N's cock. Loves having to use his body to get his boyfriend off. It's the most accomplished feeling in the world and Eddie’s secretly addicted to it. It gave him a purpose- something he hasn't had in a long time.

"You close baby? Hm?" Y/N asks softly, voice low and raspy in Eddie’s ear. He nods, unable to form a coherent response at this point. His movements are getting sloppy now, and more erratic.

"M'gonna cum princess." Y/N growls before gripping Eddie by the waist and holding him still.

"Tighten up." He orders, exhaling slowly when he feels Eddies tender insides clench firmly on his length. "Good boy."

"Oh- Y- ...Y/N..." Eddie whimpers, actual tears slipping from his eyes, down his cheeks. He arches his back at the feeling of warm cum spilling deep inside him. His toes curl up and his head is yanked all the way back as Y/N pulls on his hair. The bad boy licks his tongue up Eddie’s exposed throat, biting at his Adam's apple. He barely makes a sound as he cums inside the cute brunette, grunting as his hips jerk sharply.

"Fuck Princess." He sighs, glancing down at the mess Eddie had made of them when he came. He slides a finger through the small puddle of slick and then brings it to Eddie’s plush lips. He sticks his tongue out to lick it up, but Y/N stops him with a grunt.

“Look at me baby. I wanna see you taste yourself on my fingers."

Eddie obediently holds his heated gaze before resuming. His tongue licks Y/N’s slicked up fingers like a hungry puppy, cleaning off his own mess. He swallows with a small, timid smile before collapsing against him.

Y/N holds him close, letting him snuggle into his neck while he lights up a cigarette, still buried deep inside the boy.