coriolanus snow who likes the chase. suggestive 17+
he likes to kiss you stupid, having you pressed against a tree not far from the lake lucy gray and the rest of your family had showed him. a hand above your head, the other at your waist. and then he likes to pull back, your eyes closed as you bask in the kiss. he nips at your earlobe, maybe kisses along your neck, and just when your legs start to part and you begin to expect more, he growls in your ear.
“run.”
your eyes open, you stare at him trying to gauge how serious he is, and once you see that his blue eyes are mostly clouded with sincerity and adrenaline (a bit of amusement woven in them) you take off into the woods.
your feet patter against the earth, your voice lets out squeals and shrieks of joy as you dodge branches and jump over sticks.
coriolanus gives you a head start. he counts to ten, he even waits a few extra moments, and then he’s following you. he’s dodging trees and branches with a little more accuracy and speed, training having treated him well. but you’re still fast.
your mistake, though, lies in your over enthusiasm. you’re too loud, too giggly, and you risk looking far too often.
you’re hiding, coriolanus knows that, but he’s a little stuck on where. that’s until he hears a giggle come from his right, and when he casts his gaze that way, he catches a glimpse of your head hiding back behind the tree.
he’s got you now. stealthily approaching you, keeping his breathing steady and avoiding as many twigs as he can, and you’re looking the other way around the thick tree when he catches you.
you squeal when he pulls you back against his chest, but you don’t bother thrashing around. most times, coriolanus prefers when you try to resist. when you break free and run a few paces only to stumble to the ground, making it easier for him to fall above you and take you there.
either way, he enjoys when he’s able to claim his prize. he likes having worked for it. and he especially likes how you let him claim it, how you give it up by parting your legs and allowing him to lift your skirt with minimal to no protesting from you.
SNOWJANUS Eiffel tower is… a polarizing experience.
Meeting Sejanus’ soft brown eyes as he grins down at you, gushing about how pretty you look with his dick in your mouth, and at the same time feeling Coriolanus thick cock slam into you.
Sejanus is softer, praising you and holding up your head so you don’t strain your neck. Attentive eyes assessing what you need, crave, in any given moment.
Coriolanus, however, likes to be mean. Pushing your body to its limits, splitting you open on their cocks. He loves to tease, and bite, and mock.
Coryo likes to taunt you, asking seemingly rhetorical questions and then still his movements.
“I asked you a question, darling” he’d purr dangerously in your ear, ”does that feel good?”
For emphasis he snaps his hips particularly hard, making your poor brain scramble for a response.
“Yes” you garble out around Sejanus cock, barely getting the syllable out before Coryo plants a harsh slap against the fat of your ass.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, slut.”
Sejanus chuckles softly before caressing your hair, moving it to one of your shoulders to get a better look at your face. Perspiration resting along your hairline, lips glistening from spit and his precum, eyes prickling with tears.
“Don’t listen to him, darling” he said with his hand under your chin, “you’re being so good for us.”
As he thrusted his cock back into your mouth the tears in your eyes flowed down your cheeks. After a soft coo Sejanus’ thumb came down to wipe them away. Before his hands had even left your face Coryo grabbed his wrist and licked the other mans finger, groaning at the salty taste of your tears. <3
coriolanus snow who likes the chase. suggestive 17+
he likes to kiss you stupid, having you pressed against a tree not far from the lake lucy gray and the rest of your family had showed him. a hand above your head, the other at your waist. and then he likes to pull back, your eyes closed as you bask in the kiss. he nips at your earlobe, maybe kisses along your neck, and just when your legs start to part and you begin to expect more, he growls in your ear.
“run.”
your eyes open, you stare at him trying to gauge how serious he is, and once you see that his blue eyes are mostly clouded with sincerity and adrenaline (a bit of amusement woven in them) you take off into the woods.
your feet patter against the earth, your voice lets out squeals and shrieks of joy as you dodge branches and jump over sticks.
coriolanus gives you a head start. he counts to ten, he even waits a few extra moments, and then he’s following you. he’s dodging trees and branches with a little more accuracy and speed, training having treated him well. but you’re still fast.
your mistake, though, lies in your over enthusiasm. you’re too loud, too giggly, and you risk looking far too often.
you’re hiding, coriolanus knows that, but he’s a little stuck on where. that’s until he hears a giggle come from his right, and when he casts his gaze that way, he catches a glimpse of your head hiding back behind the tree.
he’s got you now. stealthily approaching you, keeping his breathing steady and avoiding as many twigs as he can, and you’re looking the other way around the thick tree when he catches you.
you squeal when he pulls you back against his chest, but you don’t bother thrashing around. most times, coriolanus prefers when you try to resist. when you break free and run a few paces only to stumble to the ground, making it easier for him to fall above you and take you there.
either way, he enjoys when he’s able to claim his prize. he likes having worked for it. and he especially likes how you let him claim it, how you give it up by parting your legs and allowing him to lift your skirt with minimal to no protesting from you.
your coryo chasing reader blurb is so good and i just would like to say that i think he does it often, not just in the woods but around the house, too. he’ll peck your lips, give you a devilish smirk. usually, it starts off playful — he’ll run after you, calling your name, grab you around the waist and pin you down, tickle your sides and then kiss the laughter off of your lips before he moves down to eat your pussy.
the slide of your socks on the floor makes you nervous. it makes your heart thrum harder until you can feel it in your throat. it makes your knees a little shaky as you brace your weight against them with each step. you consider stopping and slipping the pair off, but then that would give coriolanus a chance to catch up, and you need every single second you can get.
every step you take, he's right behind you with legs twice as long and twice as capable. he sings your name every so often, voice smooth and deep as it echoes around the mostly empty foyer. it unnerves you. it excites you.
you turn a corner, sending a look behind you, one intended to be quick. and it is. but no matter how quickly you checked for blond hair and a lean frame, he was still bound to catch you.
coriolanus' arms wrap around your waist in front of you, his hold secure even as you attempt to turn around and run in the opposite direction.
you should be upset, thrashing about because you've been caught. again. but instead you're giggling, cheeks and sides hurting from giddy laughter as coriolanus easily carries you over to the couch.
"caught you. again," he taunts you as he kisses at your cheeks and jawline. his words feel heavier, his blue eyes shining with something a little too mischievous to just be playful. one of his hands holds under your chin, leading towards your neck, while the other runs down your side to push your dress up.
you know what's next, your legs spreading with anticipation.
"time for me to claim my prize." coriolanus reminds you with a proud smile as he kisses down the center of your clothed chest. reflecting off his perfect pearlescent teeth is the fact of the matter of the entire situation, a want for you to remember the power imbalance between you two. the game is always the same: you run from him, he catches you.
it's a system that'll always exist. not that you mind, since it ends with his head between your legs and your hand gripping the blond strands to ground yourself.
this is an actual fantasy i had last night. appropriate? probably not, but sexy? oh my lord yes
Summary- Since you are going to be living in the White House with Kai one day, it's only appropriate that you know the pledge of allegiance off by heart.
Warnings- this is probably disrespectful to the pledge of allegiance. and maybe to the flag. maybe to america? i don't know. i'm polish. i don't really know what the pledge is. i just know it's something y'all have memorised. i, however, do not, so this is hot. also, spanking fdjskfhds.
Words- 1.7k.
This is a Gender Neutral reader, the few times I couldn't get away with neutral language, I put two options [in brackets/like this].
The reader isn't necessarily European, but obviously somebody who does not have the pledge memorised. Not yet ;)
enjoy <3
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“Do you know-”
“The muffin man?”, Winter butts in. Kai gives her a glare and then stares are his laptop again, not making eye contact with anybody when he speaks.
“The pledge”
You look at Winter, not sure whether Kai's talking to you or her. Winter stops sucking on her red vine and starts waving it around as she speaks.
“Riiiiight”, she drags out. She points her red vine at you aggressively and you look at her. “If you’re gonna be the First [Lady/Gentleman]one day, you should know it”
You stare at Winter blankly for a second, before nodding once. “The pledge of allegiance? I’ve heard it before in movies”
Winter continues to look at you, and allows Kai’s tapping on the keyboard to be the only sound in the room. You play with the frills of the cushion next to you on the floor and fill the silence with uncertainty. “Uhh”
“I pledge allegiance”, Kai starts you off very seriously.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag… of the Unites States…um”, you rest your head back on the seat of the sofa and stare at the ceiling. “And the republic for which it stands… one nation under God, w- indivisible…”, you close your eyes. “With freedom… with liberty! And justice for all”
You lift your head up to look at Winter, who gives you a thumbs up and a cheesy grin. You can’t help but smile back at her and watch as she stands off the armchair she was previously laid on, to leave.
“Very well done, First [Lady/Gentleman]”, she winks at you from the stairs and walks out of the basement.
Kai, not looking away from his laptop screen that shows an article about Beverly and a word document, stops typing for a moment.
“That’s hot”, he says.
“The pledge of allegiance?”
“No”, he replies sternly. “You saying it, you knowing it”
You look over at him next to you on the floor. He takes his hands off his laptop and pushes the coffee table away from him.
“Come here”, he whispers and straightens his legs. The eerie silence of the room only adds to the romantic atmosphere. You smile and crawl over to straddle his thighs. You put your arms around Kai’s neck, trying to scootch your body as close to his as you could.
Kai puts his large hands above your knees and slides them up, softly kneading at your exposed thighs. The touch under your shorts felt possessive and full of admiration at the same time.
“Say it again”
Kai’s dark brown eyes ever so slightly look up at you. His eyebrows raise with his words and he looks at your lips and holds back a smirk.
You play with hair on the back of Kai’s neck, practically swinging your legs and batting your eyelashes as you begin for him again. “I pledge allegiance to the flag and the republic-”
A quick slap on the back of your thigh stops any more words from coming. The contact makes you jump slightly off his lap and gasp, having to bite your lip to stop you from giggling. Sexual contact from a busy Kai was an increasingly rarer occurrence making the harsher touches even more arousing than the soft ones. He must be as desperate for you as you are for him.
You look away from Kai’s face, trying to stop smiling. A short giggle escapes your lips from the unexpected contact. Kai, noticing this, puts his hands on your ass and slides them up and down.
“Of the Unites States of America”, he corrects you. You nod and try to stay serious, despite feeling like a child in timeout.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of Unites States of America”, you bat your eyelashes for real this time. “And the republic for which it stands, one nation, indivi-”
Another slap stings you, this time directly on your right cheek. It surprises you just as much as the first one, but hurts less.
The mixture of pain and pleasure becomes even more unbalanced, and the tingle of arousal travels your body, making your body warm and your cheeks blush. Kai rubs his rough calloused hands over the red sting, tapping it lightly a few times.
You hide your face in Kai’s neck to hide your red cheeks, taking in a deep breath of his smell.
“Under God, try again”. With your mind filled with dirty thoughts and the prospect of Kai pounding you into the sofa, the correction doesn’t register in your mind. Kai is exceptional at remaining serious when he has to. You, however, have to suck in your bottom lip to not giggle again.
Another slap on the altering cheek makes you sit straight up and let out a whimpering sound. “Hmph!”
Kai’s hands leave your ass and go on the edge of the sofa behind him, pushing up off the floor and onto the sofa, strong enough to take you with him. You hold onto his shoulders and settle in on his lap once again, trying to sit down, but your sore ass making you stick it out a little, attempting to sit down a couple of times but not being able to feel comfortable.
Since you can’t sit still, Kai puts his hand in between your thighs, separating your legs and putting them both on the right side of his body. You pout a little in protest, not sure if Kai is finished with you, but he pulls you by the shoulder to lay you over his lap.
“oh my god”, you breathily whisper. Kai pulls your shorts up as far as they go, making you squirm in his lap. He hums in satisfaction at the sight of your red exposed ass.
He puts his hand down forcefully, almost slapping your cheek, grabbing it, and looking down at you. He prefers it that way.
You lay still, so aroused at the core that you wonder if Kai can feel it on his lap. Your face smushed against the sofa doesn’t stop Kai from hearing your innocent laugh slipping out at how awkward you feel at your first time over his knee.
Kai rubs your thighs a few times, and with his other hand strokes the hair out of your face to force your head on its side. He looks at you and smirks, keeping his hand on your head gently, but you look straight ahead of you. The reflection of your position on the black TV makes you close your eyes.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the Unites States of America, and the republic for which stands”, you pause and open your eyes. You bite your lip to stay serious, needing a second to retrieve the second half of the phrase. You’re a little distracted.
The reflection of you in the TV shows Kai with his hand above your cheek, straightened out flat and ready. You bury your face in your hands, feeling exposed and embarrassed at how submissive you are for this man, but he rips your hands off your face almost instantly, holding them behind your back with one hand.
“One nation…”, you exhale out of your nose and hesitantly continue. “Indivisible”
The slap echoes in the room. The filthy sound makes your cheeks redden. Both of them.
Kai tsks his tongue a few times, not being able to resist smiling at you. You take a slow breath out, squirming on his knees, not because of the embarrassment, not even because of the sting, but because the arousal prickling at your body and thighs is too much. If you don’t start moving and getting something, you might implode.
Kai pushes your legs down against the sofa, trying to keep you still. His other hand slides up your back and tickles slightly at your neck before going back up to your head. He slithers his fingers in your hair, holding down, and tugging your head up. You gasp quietly, not knowing before that his long fingers just tugging at your hair could make you shiver.
“One more time”, he demands.
“Or what?”. The words leave your lips without a second of thought.
He tugs at your hair further, forcing your neck to bend back uncomfortably. With his other hand, he legs go of your legs and lets the weight of his arm come down on your cheeks in another slap.
The feeling makes you wriggle, or attempt to, but Kai’s grip on your hair keeps you still.
“One more time”, he repeats. You take a deep breath and close your eyes.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the United States of America… and the republic for which it stands, one nation”, you pause. Opening your eyes, you question whether or not to blunder on purpose. But knowing Kai’s stamina and patience, your ass will be bleeding before he will let you off. More curious on what treat he has for you learning your lesson, you continue.
“Under God, indivisible, with… um… liberty? And justice for all”
Kai’s grip on your hair releases, making you drop your head instinctively. He lifts you off his lap, sliding out from the side, leaving you laying on the sofa. You turn your head back to look up at him climb on top of you, sitting on your legs while he unbuckles his belt. The sight makes you moan, and prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better view.
Kai pulls down your shorts in one swoop, grabbing a fistful of your ass in each hand and pulling you up. You stick it out for him, letting him see you bare and [glistening wet/dripping with precum] for him.
You look to the side at the turned off TV and watch him stroke himself like you’re watching the porn channel. He spits on your hole and pushes against it, letting the tip of his cock get swallowed in by how desperately turned on you are.
“One more time”, he repeats again. You look up at him, and quickly and frantically say the pledge, not being able to wait any longer.
“I pledge allegiance to the flag, of the Unites States of America, and the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with freedom and justice for all”
You look at Kai with pleading eyes and stick your ass out even more. He keeps his hands spreading your cheeks and makes eye contact with you in the reflection of the TV.
“Close enough”, he mumbles defeated, and slams into you.
summary: in which you forget your wallet and offer eddie a quid pro quo. oh, look at you using big words! [eddie munson x bimbo!reader]
cw: smut || 18+ only [ft. oral sex (m receiver), cheating, outdoors sex, reader is dumb (obviously, so if that bothers you.. goodbye!]
a/n: i rewrote this entire thing 4 times 😃 i still don’t really like how some parts turned out but let’s pretend it’s because i’ve stared at it for hours on end and not bc it’s actually bad <3
“That’d be 20,” Eddie says, sliding the bag of weed towards you over the wooden table.
You open your bag to look for your wallet only to not find it in its usual spot. You look inside the bigger compartment, ruffling through makeup bags, receipts and strawberry lollipops but come back empty handed. You look back at Eddie, offering him an anxious smile, “Just a sec.”
He nods and rests his forearms on the table, toying with the wristband of his watch while he watches you open all three of your makeup bags, the glass bottles and compact powders clinking against each other.
His eyebrows raise at your mumbled curse. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. S’just…” you giggle nervously, twirling a strand of hair. “I forgot my wallet. Silly me.”
Eddie grimaces in pity. “Well that’s unfortunate, sweetheart, but you know what they say…” he takes back the plastic bag and dumps it into his toolbox, closing the lid sharply. He smiles sarcastically, “Flattery doesn’t pay the bills.”
Your shoulders drop as he stands up, but before he can put his leather jacket back on your face lights up, resembling a cartoon having an eureka moment. Or so Eddie thinks. “Wait! I could pay you some other way, if you want!”
“Cash only, you know the rules.” Your twinkling laughter lets him know he said something stupid, which coming from you should probably bruise his ego a little. “What?”
“That’s not what I meant, silly,” you chuckle, adjusting your position on the bench and leaning forward conspiratorially, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Eddie gulps as your eyes drag down his body to his groin then back up to his face. “I meant, I could do you a little favour.”
“A favour,” he repeats blankly.
“Yeah, like a little– ugh, what’s the word?” You muse, your front teeth trapping your lower lip. Eddie has to admit that the way your brows furrow in concentration is adorable. “Oh, yeah, a little quid pro quo! I suck your cock, you give me the weed for free,” you sing-song, smiling at him.
Eddie is many things. A freak, a nerd, an academic failure, a drug dealer. He is not dumb, though, even though the vast majority of Hawkins High would like to defer. So it’d be very dumb of him to turn down a blowjob offer from one of the prettiest girls in Hawkins.
He’s seen you around town before, walking around with your short skirts and dresses and tight shirts, heeled mary janes that probably cost more than anything inside his trailer clicking against the pavement. You were one of the few people in Hawkins that didn’t cast him aside, in fact, you had always been kind to him whenever he got the courage to talk to you.
Whether it was because you were simply too nice or because the fact that he was Eddie “the Freak” Munson just flew over your pretty little ditzy head, he’d never know.
So sue him if he had a teeny tiny crush on the local airhead.
Then he remembers the hunk who usually had an arm wrapped around your waist. The meathead that would bump into his shoulder if they crossed paths. The jackass that would make your shoulders drop and a sad look cloud your face when he mocked you as you played around with the figurines on display in the comic shop he frequented.
His mood sours.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“Yeah, but he won’t mind. Half the weed is for him anyways.” You shrug, clearly unbothered. “Besides, it’s not like he hasn’t been sneaking around with like, half of his girl friends behind my back. At least I’m doing this as a favour to him.”
Eddie’s eyes widen. “Shit, no way.”
“Yeah, he must think I’m stupid or something. I mean, I’ve already found three different fake nails in his car. Do I look like the type of girl to wear black nail polish?” You tilt your head to the side, your shiny purple nails clicking on the table. Eddie shakes his head with a snort. “Exactly! So, are we gonna do this or not? I have a hair dresser’s appointment in like an hour.”
Eddie shifts in place, kicking some leaves up in the air. As much as this is a dream come true, he doesn’t wanna take advantage of your predicament. Hoping you don’t take it back, he asks, “You sure this is cool?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fun!”
He wonders if your idea of fun is usually this fucked up but finds himself nodding in approval. “Yeah, sure. Fuck it.”
You clap your hands in excitement and stand up, your skirt flaring as you twirl around to walk to the opposite side of the bench. You stand in front of him, fingers linked together as you bounce on the balls of your feet. “So, like, do you wanna stand or sit down?”
Eddie stares at your glossy mouth as you talk, down to your low cut top that exposes the swells of your chest, and lower to your short skirt that will most likely rise up if the barest hint of a breeze passes you by.
“I, uh, I think I’ll sit,” he says, lowering himself to the bench. He gulps when he’s face to face with your boobs, your nipples straining against your shirt.
Yeah, he thinks as his cock stirs awake, sitting down was the smartest choice.
“Wait,” he grabs his jacket and dumps it in front of him. “For– for your knees. So the leaves don’t hurt you,” he explains when he sees the confused look on your face.
Your heart swells inside your chest. You have to clutch it to make sure it doesn’t burst from the seams. “That’s so sweet!” you cry and give him a quick peck on the cheek before kneeling between his legs.
You shuffle until you’re in a comfortable position, caressing his thighs gently when you’re done. “It’s super comfy, Eddie. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” he exhales, watching in anticipation as you unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. He helps you out by raising his hips, pulling down his boxers himself just enough to get his cock out.
Your mouth falls open. “Oh, wow.”
His cock isn’t even fully hard yet but it’s still an impressive sight, barely thicker than it’s longer and decorated with two cute veins on either side that lead to the pink tip. Your favourite colour.
You reach forward to touch him but he shifts back awkwardly, shoulders drawn up. “Sorry about the mess,” he says, more pink coating his cheeks. If he keeps this up you’re going to fall in love. “I didn’t think I'd be getting blowed during a deal so, uh, y’know… housekeeping missed a week.”
He’s embarrassed, you realise, catching up to the misunderstanding. About his… pubic hair? You laugh internally, how dumb is this boy?
“I don’t care about that, dummy,” you keep stroking his inner thigh, now touching his skin. He’s so warm.
Your honesty is so clear in your eyes that it helps him relax. Your hand hovers above his mound and only touches him when he nods shakily, petting it softly. Your eyes light up with happiness and god, Eddie loves that shine on you. “I think it’s super hot, actually. Kinda wish my boyfriend kept it like this.”
Eddie sighs as you litter warm kisses around the base. His dick twitches when your nose bumps against it. “He doesn’t?”
He doesn’t know why he asks, but he’s curious. So very curious to know what you see in that asshole, what it is exactly that Eddie’s missing. And maybe, just maybe, he feels a burst of proudness when you shake your head with a sad pout.
Eddie: 1
Asshole boyfriend: 0
Your kisses move upwards, your lips pressing sweetly all around his cock and your tongue tracing the veins. Eddie is practically vibrating with anticipation, his hands hovering on either side of your head like he doesn’t know if he can touch you.
“You can touch me, Eddie,” you mumble against his length, the vibrations sending a shiver down Eddie’s spine. “You can do whatever you want. Here–”
He swallows down the whine of despair that threatens to come out of his throat when you pull away, has to bite his lip to stay quiet when you take off your top and your tits fall out.
You take his hands and press them to your chest. “Feel them,” you guide his fingers so he can squeeze them, letting out a breathy moan in response. Encouraged, Eddie does it again, this time by himself, and sneaks out of your hold to twist your nipples. “S-soft, aren’t they?”
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he corrects.
You swallow harshly, the praise and Eddie’s eyes glued to your boobs creating a gentle warmth inside you. “I, uh, thought you might’ve wanted something pretty to look at. Trees can get a little boring. A-and you can use them as stress balls, too! Just anything y’want, really…” You shake your scattered head and grip him once more, Eddie cursing from your sudden movement. “I’m gonna suck you now, ‘kay?”
“Whenever you want, sweetheart.”
Something in the tone of his voice makes your thighs clench together.
You purse your lips and dribble some spit onto the tip, spreading the rivulettes around with firm strokes. Eddie’s breathing hardens, and when you finally wrap the soft cushions of your mouth around the head and suckle on it like the lollipops you’re always munching on, it’s like he’s stopped breathing all together.
“Shit,” he curses, the feel of your wet tongue swirling around turning his brain into mush. He can’t think straight, not when he looks down and sees you slobbering all over him, slurping loudly as your head bobs up and down enthusiastically.
“Holy fuck, that feels so good.” You’re fighting back your gag reflex, he can feel it– your throat contracting around him as you try your best to fight off the urge to throw up, desperate to keep him snug inside your mouth. The spasms cause his head to fall back, the grip on your tits tightening until you’re whimpering.
You’re a sputtering mess when you pull away, spit dripping down your chin and onto your chest, which is panting with the effort to relieve your burning lungs. You keep stroking him, though, your fist gliding with ease thanks to all the drool you left on him.
“Look what you did to me,” Eddie says, eyes glued to the tip that oozes precum like a leaky faucet. You follow one of the pearly white drops on its path down to his balls and, never having been a wasteful person, lick it up.
Eddie groans the feeling of your soft tongue kitten licking his heavy balls. “Do that again,” he begs, hands leaving your chest to keep you down where you are, pressing you against his base. You’re overwhelmed with all things Eddie: his scent, his taste, the sounds he makes as you plop both sacks into your mouth and suck them.
Eddie slumps back against the table, the sharp edge digging itself into his back but he doesn’t care. He’s spewing curses and the sweetest sounds you have ever heard. “Oh god, you feel how full they are? How full of cum they are for you? Never got this fucking needy for anyone, I swear to fucking Ozzy or- shit, I don’t know. Feels like I’m gonna explode.”
Nothing makes you wetter than having a cock in your mouth and the evidence is obvious in your panties. You pull them aside and play with your clit as you roll Eddie’s balls in your mouth, pressing two fingers into your dripping hole in search of relief. Knowing that your digits were sticky with his precum and your spit rips a cute little mewl from your chest, and you press your face further into his groin.
You sigh in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut while you pump your fingers. With a kiss to each of his balls, you lave your tongue on the underside of Eddie’s cock, flicking the slit to embed his taste in your mouth.
“Oh shit, are you touching yourself?” His voice gets higher from the surprise and the arousal, something rabid growing in his stomach. He combs back your hair so he can see your eyes. “That’s– that’s so hot. You have no idea how fucking hot it is.”
He can’t look away from you. Wants to burn the image of your mouth stuffed full and your teary eyes and your lips stretched wide as you try to give him your best smile. Your nipples are grazing the rough fabric of his jeans, your tits bouncing up and down as you drool all over him.
He doesn’t think he can last much longer, not when you touch him so good and sound so pretty even and he knows he’s the reason you’re so desperately fucking your own fingers. It’s then that the wet heat of your mouth envelops him again.
All hell breaks loose.
He thinks he’s burning up, he has to be. His skin is hot and sweaty, his mind delirious and he can’t keep himself from spewing the first thoughts that come to mind. “I bet that little pussy is beautiful. Sweet too. It’s– It’s gotta be, with how fucking pretty you are. How sweet you always are to me. Always so nice to me, laughing at my awful jokes. Even if your idiotic boyfriend is around. Goddamit,” he clutches the bench beneath him, eyes screwed shut. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. Where- Where do you want it? In that tight throat, that pretty face? Anywhere, anywhere you want.”
You pull away with a lewd popping sound, Eddie’s eyes rolling back. “My face, please. Want you to make me pretty,” you say breathlessly.
Your inner walls flutter at the sight of Eddie losing himself in his orgasm. He’s always been pretty but now, with his lips raw bitten, his hair a wild mess from running his hand through it, his face flushed and his shirt sticking to his sweaty chest? He’s beautiful, gorgeous, every synonym in the dictionary.
You await with an open mouth and the second the first spurts of his cum hit your cheek, you’re cumming yourself, movements stuttering and thighs closing in on your wrist. Some of the spurts enter your mouth directly and you gulp them down without hesitation. Others drip down your forehead and cheekbones before they touch your parted lips, your tongue darting out to collect them.
“Come here.” He grabs you by the back of your neck and leans forward to kiss, not even caring that you’re covered in him. His nose presses against your cheek as he swallows down your whiny moans, tasting himself on your tongue.
He’ll blame the mushyness on his post-orgasmic bliss, not worried about anything when you’re switching his deep kisses for sweet little pecks that could make his knees buckle.
“Oh!” you exclaim when you notice the clump of white on the tip of Eddie’s nose. You swipe it off with your thumb and lick it up, not even worrying about your own state. “So, uh, I read that cum is like this super amazing facial… maybe we could do it again sometime?”
You lay sprawled out on the huge bed of your shared bedroom with Eddie and Steve, back arched prettily for them as the cold air hits your warm skin, the two taking in your naked form as the taller male coos to the brunette.
“Look at our baby’s pussy, it’s so pretty and wet,” A thumb, Eddie’s thumb runs up and down your wet slit teasingly, eliciting a tiny mewl from your lips as your hips intentionally move against his hand when he circles your clit.
It’s embarrassing but it feels good, having him spread your little cunt open to play with it, toying with you for their pleasure and not yours almost as if you’re not even there. “stop teasing.”
Steve didn’t like your tone, quirking his brow at your insolence before a hand comes to tug you up harshly by the hair, a yelp coming from you as his face levels with yours. “What makes you think you can order us around? Did you forget what you are?”
“No, no daddy! m’sorry–” his hand yanks even harder at the strands of your hair, making you wince with Eddie still lazily toying with your sensitive clit.
“Fucking say it, and you better make it good, cause Eddie’s not gonna save you if you don’t.” His words are laced with promise, and something tells you he’s not playing around by the tone of his voice.
It makes you whine, his mean tone nearly edging you on the brink of tears. “‘m a dumb baby,” your voice comes out small, nails clawing into the bed sheets at the admittance.
“And dumb babies don’t get to do what?”
“D-Dumb babies don’t get to speak,” the tears that threaten to fall slip out, cascading down your flushed cheeks and wetting the fabric beneath you.
Eddie watches it all happen, shoving Steve off of you for being so cruel. “Stop being so mean to her, you made her cry.” he’s there to console you in an instant, soft lips kissing up your spine before he flips you over with ease.
You look so hurt, like a wounded bunny with tears streaming down the sides of your face as his thumb swipes at your cheek. “My baby okay?”
Leaning into his touch you nod, giving him a small sound of affirmation as his large figure towers over you. Steve lets out an irritated scoff from beside you two, he could nearly barf at the way Eddie coddles you. “You’re both so soft it makes me sick.”
Eddie rolls his eyes at the brunette’s words, slowly sliding into your already soaked cunt. He can’t help the groan that escapes his lips when your face twists in pain from his fat cock stretching you, nails digging into his hard muscles before he intentionally rolls his hips into you even harder to pull a pained whine from you. “H-hurts, it hurts–”
“Shh, quiet baby.” you’re shushed by his thumb rubbing at your aching clit, voice dark in your ear before he plunges into you again, stiffening at the tiny scream you let out when his cock hits too deep.
Of course he stops him, there’s no way he’d stand for anyone hurting you, not even himself. But something in the way you’re so submissive underneath him, big eyes looking up at him for a sliver of that usual tenderness she shows you that has something dark inside him bubbling up to the surface, and it has him aching to fuck himself into you a little harder than usual.
Before you know Steve's the next one to fill your cunt, thick cock dipping in and out of your tight walls as he repeatedly hits your cervix, a dark grin plastered on his face as he uses you to his heart’s content.
And Eddie? He’s perfectly fine in the corner, languidly stroking himself in his hand watching Steve have his fun with you, absolutely no limitations in the way he fucks you.
More tears brim in your eyes at Steve’s idleness, waiting for him to come swoop in and save you like he always does, but he doesn’t. Actually, he’s getting off to it, stroking his cock in his palm and inwardly groaning at how hard Steve fucks you.
“You gonna cry for Eddie?” He teases with faux sympathy before his wet tongue licks away the salty tears. “Go ahead, you know I love it when you cry.”
Things go on like this for who knows how long, both men ruthlessly passing you around and filling your pussy and other holes with cum until you can’t tell which one is which, head fuzzy and dumb on cock.
It’s not long before your body is contorted into a new position, Eddie taking you from behind with your face pressed hard into the bed by his large hand, unable to do anything but drool into the sheets and whimper from his hips roughly slamming into you. It feels so fucking good, this is how Steve must feel.
“God– angel, you’re so fucking tight.” The position allows him to hit your sweet spot at an angle as your walls tighten around him, his rough hand coming down against your ass hard, the impact making you cry out in pain. “Ow– daddy that hurts,” you whimper before he pulls you up by the hair, breath heavy in your ear as he tugs on your sensitive nipples.
“I’m sorry baby, but your ass looks so pretty when it’s all bruised up. Can’t you take it for me?” it really does hurt, but there’s no way you can say no when he talks so sweetly to you. “O-Okay,” you manage a nod.
“That’s my girl, always so good” he coos, praises sending a surge of pleasure straight to your core as his thrusts speed up. It has you panting, whining breathlessly as your hips fuck back against him involuntarily with your next orgasm not too far behind.
“K-kiss” you whine, pleading up at his golden eyes before you’re harshly pulled down by the throat, falling onto your elbows at Steve’s interruption.
“Don’t kiss her, we don’t know where that slut mouth’s been. I got something else for you to kiss, open.” he orders to which you comply, mouth gaping before he shoves his full length down your throat without warning causing you to gag. “Suck it. And no teeth, just like I taught you.”
It’s a fucking sight to see for both men, using their baby until you’re too stupid on their dicks to even speak, the only thing filling the room being the sound of skin slapping and gargling from you choking on Steve's dick.
Soon after Steve finishes on your face, white strings shooting out of his cock and coating your cute face in cum, so much that some of it gets in your hair and even your eye. You’re too fucked out to even notice the camcorder being shoved in front of you, your cum coated face on display in the lens.
“It’s recording.”
Eddie nods, cock still plunged deep inside you as his fingers tangle themselves in your hair to pull you up gently, voice sweet in your ears. “Go ahead angel, say it. Nice and pretty so the camera can hear you.”
You’re barely competent, eyes lidded and hazy from the amount of orgasms and loads they’ve fucked into your mouth and pussy. “I– I love my daddies…”
imagine holding eddies hands in your pretty soft manicured ones. a pretty soft pink with a few rhinestones and heart designs, it makes his heart jump everytime you get your nails done and show it to him, aswell as the difference when comparimg your hands. he always waits outside the door of hawkins highschool at the start of every month, excited to see the new design you got.
im so sorry this popped into my head in the show and i cannot stop thinking about it
he’s lounging on a brick wall with his arms folded across his chest looking bored out of his mind. it isn’t until eddie catches sight of you that he jumps up and meets you halfway, your face brightening up as you advance towards him.
“a new set!” he theatrically declares to everyone in your vicinity, taking your hands into his the second he sees them. your ballerina-shaped nails are coated in a glossy candy-pink, pearls immaculately brocaded just above the cuticles of your ring fingers.
he drops your hands and rests his hands on his knees, body hunching over. you knit your brows together and take a step closer and he holds out a hand, giving it a little shake. “no, no. not a step closer!”
you’re getting annoyed now, lip lifting up to curl into a barely there sneer and demand answers from him. “what are y-”
“you’re trying to kill me. me! your boyfriend! how’s a man supposed to survive when you’re knocking the breath out of him just by existing.”
you rolls your eyes, relief blooming in your chest. how were you supposed to survive with all of his theatrics at play. “you play too much.”
he grins, lifting your hands to his lips, placing a reverential kiss on the backs of each one before sidling up to your side and holding out a hand for you to take. “shall we?”
You had never squirted before, so Nate had made it his mission to be the first one to do so. He was seated in the drivers’ seat of his white pick up truck, seat reclined back, while his large hands grabbed the flesh of your ass. Dress riding up, you held your tits in your hands, as you bounced up and down on his cock. His tempo was unrelenting, teeth gritted as his long cock reached your cervix, a small pain emitting from the intrusion, “Fuck, you’re so fucking small,” he grunted, causing you to whimper. Brown strands fell over his dark, empty eyes, “Could break you in half—right on this fucking big cock. Shit!”
Biting down on your finger, your wide eyes rounded when one of his hands smacked your ass, hard. Letting out a cry, his being hand flew to your throat, making you look down at him, “Shut the fuck up and take it,” he hissed, eyes glinting when he spotted the tears in your eyes, “No one ever made you feel this good before? Huh? Is that it? No one ever make you squirt ‘till your little pussy runs out?”
His dirty words made you frown, a different feeling beginning to tingle in your lower stomach. Muscles clenching, you blinked quickly up at him, trying to push yourself off his cock. At that, he smirked, rising his hips so that you wouldn’t get away—continuing his brutal thrusts, “What? You gonna squirt all over my cock?” He questioned, titling his head. He released your throat for a second, leading you to gasp a large amount of air, “Tell me how much you want it, sweetheart. Don’t run away.”
“Feels—weird,” you whimpered, holding onto his chest, “Don’t—know what’s happening, I think I’m gonna pee—“
He pulled his cock out, interrupting you, before grabbing it with one of his hands and rubbing it up and down your pussy. When his slippery tip making contact with your gushing slit, then up towards your small, abused bud, the balloon in your stomach had popped. Eyes growing wide, you let out a shriek, feeling a new sensation heat up the insides of your cunt. While in the middle of your high, his hand squeezed around your throat, causing your head to fly above the heaven.
Thrashing in his grasp, he held your hips against him, as he chuckled, “Fuuuuck,” he growled out, eyes glued to the way your pussy violently spasmed, “Good fucking girl. Wet that dick, sweetheart.”
What is it about love that makes us so blind to a person’s true self? The signs could be so blatant; yet, we seem to overlook it, covering our eyes with rose colored glasses. Everyone seems to notice but you.
I was so in love with Kyle when I first met him. He was kind, smart, charismatic, and unbelievably handsome. He even made my parents, and friends starstruck— well, all except one of my best friends, David. David always told me that he sensed something off about Kyle. A “man's intuition” as he called it. My other best friend, Lydia, chalked it up to David being jealous of Kyle.
I mean, I had to agree. What could’ve possibly been off about someone as amazing as Kyle? Of all the guys I’ve wasted my time with, Kyle was truly a breath of fresh air.
That is… until he wasn’t.
Overtime he started to become possessive, controlling, demanding, and so clingy that it was overbearing. He even tried to forbid me from seeing Lydia and David, claiming they were taking too much of my time. He’d guilt me, saying I never cared about him or how being without me felt like he was slowly dying. His obsession with me was unhealthy. This eventually made Lydia dislike Kyle, convincing me to leave him.
I wish I had heeded David’s warning earlier. Maybe I could have escaped this nightmare. Now it’s too late.
Moral of the story; don’t ignore the red flags. You might just be dating a psychopath.
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