This is the people I write for, so if you want to request something, these are who I write for ❤️
I'll right for:
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
John Price
Basically any marvel character (including mcu and the Spiderverse movies) (also including the Spidermans, like Andrew and stuff)
Basically all Harry Potter characters (excluding Draco, i do not find him hot and physically can't force myself to like him) (although, including the Marauders) (this also includes hogwarts legacy characters) (and Tom riddle)
Hunger games character (tbosas included)
Percy Jackson characters (I’ll only do nsfw for like the gods and stuff, but that’ll be based on pjo lore, not actual Greek mythology)
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”
Garreth finds himself entangled with the heroine of Hogwarts. As their encounters become habit, they devolve into a game of power dynamics and possession.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, possesive!Garreth, dominant!Garrreth, public sex, dirty talk, aged-up characters, unrequited love, pining.
AO3 // Word count: 3k
Garreth picked at the splintered wood on his broom from a recent tussle with a bludger, scanning the courtyard intermittently for any trace of his Quidditch team. Their head of house had recently delivered a stern criticism about their hero complex. Apparently, each member was too focused on personal glory, neglecting the importance of working as a cohesive team.
He eventually detected a figure on a broom, although quickly realised they displayed a level of nimble grace far beyond what he'd expect from one of his lumbering teammates. Hogwarts' resident hero was evidently making a return from one of her mysterious outings.
His eyes swept the courtyard again, a scattering of students strolled across the well-kempt grass, a handful basked in the sun near the fountain, but none he recognised. Thinking about it, Garreth wondered whether he should hang around for this team-building training. It was probably wise, considering he was not only the captain but also the one who had organised the whole thing. However, they were running late, and he had spotted far more appealing company.
Before he could put much more thought into it, he swung his leg over his broomstick and began to silently trail the unsuspecting witch.
He couldn't quite pinpoint when he started noticing her disappearances. He assumed he just hadn't been paying much attention to her whereabouts prior to her inquiry regarding his more 'unobtainable' potions. His tactics hadn't evolved significantly since fifth-year when he’d charmed the newcomer into pilfering Sharp's office for supplies, but he had become far more adept at sneaking around for rare ingredients.
He agreed to assist in whatever scheme she was cooking up, on the condition she helped him obtain the key component. Partly for the benefits of having someone on the lookout for wandering faculty, but mostly because the beloved heroine of Hogwarts could do no wrong. If their covert operation were to be exposed, her involvement would mean the detention time his aunt dished out would be significantly reduced.
They needed snakeweed, which he was fairly certain was cultivated and harvested in the greenhouse. However, Professor Garlick was extremely protective of her plants, requiring their thieving to be done after curfew.
Moonlight wiggled through the twisted tendrils of the countless plants scattered throughout the greenhouse as they dispelled their disillusionment charm and got to work.
"What do you reckon all of this is?" The witch gestured towards a dense blanket covering the harvesting bench, a few neatly folded sheets at one end made it appear like some kind of makeshift bed.
"Perhaps the rumours about Garlick and Kogawa are true. Maybe we've stumbled upon their secret little sex den.” Garreth turned around and playfully wiggled his eyebrows, narrowly avoiding stumbling into a venomous tentacula lurking in the shadows.
She pulled back the cover, unveiling a project in progress—mallowsweet leaves neatly laid out, drying between the two blankets.
"You need to get your mind out of the gutter,” she scoffed, laying the covering back over the golden foliage. “Or you need to get laid.”
"It was a logical assumption," he argued, crouching beneath a table, casting a dim lumos across a collection of small plant pots. "The height of these tables are just right for it."
"Should I ask how you know that?"
She lifted herself onto the table as if testing the height for herself. Garreth smirked as he shifted the pots around with flicks of his wand.
"I’m a warm-blooded male, I'd say I'm an expert in these things."
Spotting a small propagation of snakeweed, he cast a glance over his shoulder to make sure she was keeping a watchful eye on the door. She wasn't. She was perched primly on the edge of the table, legs pressed together from knees to toes.
His eyes roamed across her body, and he realised he had never really had the opportunity to thoroughly check her out. She was like forbidden fruit, always flanked by her two Slytherin gatekeepers. It's not that he hadn't noticed she was attractive, she certainly was. Her feminine figure hinted at subtle signs of muscle earned from days spent sprinting around the castle.
His lusty gaze travelled up to her face, only to discover she had been watching him the entire time. Suppressing the flicker of embarrassment, he instead leaned into his Gryffindor bravery. He grabbed the small pot and approached her, his hips meeting her knees with an intentional bump.
"As promised," he presented her with the delicate plant, his fingers brushing against hers as he handed it over.
"That was easy," she raised the pot to catch the moonlight. Her eyes shifted from the plant to him, and her pupils bloomed. "You've earned yourself a returning customer."
"Splendid," he grinned, wondering whether this meant more after-hour hangouts, a thought that kindled his overactive imagination. "The first one's on the house, the rest might come with a price tag."
“I suppose I’ll have to start saving then. What's your price?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to make demands beyond your means,” he backtracked, worried she might think he was being serious. “Wouldn’t want to scare off my favourite customer.”
"Snagged the title of the favourite customer without parting with a single penny?” She chuckled lightly, scraping her teeth across her lower lip, “Business must be crawling."
"I prioritise quality over quantity," his eyebrow quirked as he studied her face, purposefully lingering a beat too long on her lips before flitting back to her eyes. "Now, what assets do you bring to the trading table?"
"Let me think," she reclined on her palms. "What do I bring to this specific table..." she emphasised each word with a tap of her nails against the wood, "that a warm-blooded male might find tempting?"
Heat surged through his body, and he began to regret pressing himself up against her legs, there was no way she couldn’t feel his enthusiasm swell against her knees.
“Did I mention it’s one for the price of two?”
She laughed, the sugar-sweet sound tickling his brain and the movement of her body causing her legs to part slightly.
“See, what did I tell you?" he pushed his palms against the table on either side of her thighs as he slotted himself between them. "Perfect height."
"I took your word for it. After all, you're the expert." She gave his tie a tug before running the fabric through her fingers. “Well, so you say...”
"Correct," he answered simply, because the only other words rattling around in his head was an offer to sit on his face, and he was trying really hard to play it cool.
She cocked her head to the side, “Are you going to verify that claim?”
You would have thought they were time-fated lovers, not classroom acquaintances. She had been right. He needed to get laid, and she needed some stress relief. It didn't take long before her skirt was hiked up around her waist and he was showcasing just how perfect the height of the table was. He assured her the greenhouse was soundproof due to the mandrakes, though he wasn't entirely sure if that was true. Frankly, he didn't care. Her unrestrained moaning, nails scraping across the wooden table, heels digging into his back to pull him in deeper—it made a lifetime of detention feel like a minor nuisance.
The saying goes, once is a mistake and twice is a habit, but Garreth wondered when it tipped into addiction. Whenever she was stressed—and fortunately for him, that was often—he found himself happily yanked by his tie into the nearest broom cupboard, beneath the Quidditch stands before one of his matches, by the edge of the lake under a disillusionment charm...
Maybe this time, on the balcony of the highest tower?
That's where she gracefully dismounted her broom. He followed suit, touching down behind her without a sound. Her jumper was splattered with mud down one arm, but for the most part, she was reasonably unscathed which was a rarity. She tugged it over her head to clean it with a quick charm, and he realised the stain bore a suspicious resemblance to a troll's handprint.
He knew she could handle herself, she’d been doing so for almost two years without his observations. Nevertheless, he realised he’d begun to worry about her when she was away.
He cleared his throat.
She whirled around with startled eyes and he muffled her gasp with a kiss. She squirmed for a few seconds, but her resistance crumbled as his thumbs glided up her neck, tracing delicate patterns under her ears.
He wasn't certain if she was doing the pulling or if he was doing the pushing, but somehow her back ended up crashing against the wall. Her fingers wove through his hair as his lips tore from hers and latched onto the sensitive skin of her throat.
“You scared the shit out of me,” she landed a weak thump on his bicep.
"You look like you lost a fight with a swamp," he mumbled against her skin, his hands wandering down to her hips.
"I'll have you know, I beat that swamp fair and square."
A ghost of a laugh dispersed across her neck, "I like the thought of watching you mud-wrestle. Let me come with you next time."
“Or you could come in me now?”
It was an obvious deflection tactic, but he gladly took the bait. His kisses grew forceful as he began to nip at her exposed skin.
“You better not be leaving marks, Weasley.”
He grumbled in protest against the light pink blotch he had begun to work into her throat. Something in the primal recesses of his mind itched to brand her. He wanted his lips stained on her skin, regardless of wherever or whoever she was with when she was gone.
"What if they're out of sight?" His fingers danced against her neck as he worked on undoing her tie, it fluttered to the ground before he finished asking for permission.
She withdrew her wand and uttered the incantation for a protective charm to shield their misdeeds from any potential spectators. He took that as consent, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her chest as he unbuttoned her shirt.
"Where have you been?" he probed before his teeth dug into the plump flesh above her breasts. It had been nearly nine days since their last encounter, easily their longest dry spell in the two months since their greenhouse tryst.
"None of your business," She hooked her fingers into his trousers to pull him closer, trying to find some friction.
"I want it to be.”
"Tough shit, Weasley,” her voice faltered as he hiked her skirt up around her waist.
“Garreth,” he reprimanded.
She only called him by his first name when they were fucking. He was certain she’d been deliberately conditioning him with it. If he teased her too vigorously in class all she had to do was say, "Shut it, Garreth," and he'd have to discreetly conceal his excitement for the next ten minutes. She made him dumb, plain and simple.
"You'll have to earn that," she purred, licking a trail along his neck that made his gut twist taut.
He scooped her up, spinning her around until she perched on the balcony's banister. A yelp escaped her as she teetered on the concrete edge, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.
“I want to feel this tomorrow,” she popped open his buttons to speed up the process, “Please?"
“I've got you," he assured, feeling her pulse thunder against his chest as he positioned himself between her thighs. One hand supported her back, while the other fumbled to unclasp his belt.
It was difficult to recall how he'd ever got aroused before she came along. The way she demanded and begged all at once sent his brain spinning. "Say please again," he whispered, nipping her lower lip as he moved her soaked underwear to the side and positioned himself at her entrance. "I like it when you ask nicely."
"Pretty please?" she simpered before kissing him, her tongue eagerly seeking his.
He swallowed her moan as he pushed himself into her, she felt better than he remembered. Tight, hot, and quivering as he gave her everything he had. He loosely wrapped his fingers around her throat, and she whined against his mouth, her head tilting back as her eyes fluttered shut. He tightened his grip, her own hands scrambling at his waist to encourage him deeper.
He pulled her close by the small of her back with one arm, maintaining his grip on her neck with the other, aligning her to accommodate all of him. With each thrust, she bit down on the flesh of his shoulder as he bottomed out.
So, it was fine when she left a mark. He'd certainly remember that.
“You feel so fucking good, Garreth-”
A fractured cry fell from her lips as he pounded into her because his name had floated off her tongue like a prayer, causing something inside him to shatter, like it always did. Defining the constantly shifting dynamic between them was impossible, but it was addicting - He always found himself craving a little more than what he was getting.
“Who do you belong to?”
Garreth threaded his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck, tugging her head up to look him in the eyes. She regarded him with a dizzy stare but remained silent. He began to slow down, and she instinctively bucked her hips to maintain some friction as her building orgasm began to ebb away.
“I said, who do you belong to?”
She wasn't his, they were both aware of that. This was never more than a matter of convenient timing and a means of stress relief. Nonetheless, he took pleasure in the hold he had over the most formidable witch of their generation. The witch with unwavering principles and determination. The witch who never faltered in her beliefs. The witch who was currently lying through her teeth for the pleasure of coming undone on his cock.
“You,” she whimpered, “Please, Garreth. Don’t stop, please.”
He didn't know if it was the way she was begging or the frantic desperation of her hips grinding against his, but he was teetering on the edge of his breaking point. He bit down hard on his lip, struggling to hold himself together long enough for her to reach the finish line.
"Chin up," he demanded, his breath coming in ragged pants as he reached one hand between them, rubbing a lopsided circle around her clit. “You look at me when you come."
He groaned through clenched teeth as his words caused her to instantly tighten around him, and that beautiful, hazy look fell over her face. She pulled him in by his collar, kissing him so hard it carved itself onto his brain and he released nine days of pent-up desire. He rolled his hips against hers as they both rode it out, briefly forgetting he should be gentle considering she was perched on the edge of a several hundred-foot drop.
He had believed there was nothing better than watching her unravel in his arms before seeking his own release, but he was wrong. Feeling her orgasm spasming over his shaft as he filled her up damn near killed him.
He fastened his trousers and helped her down from the stone balustrade. She smoothed down her skirt, trying to hide the fact that she was wobbling. He hoped his performance had met her expectations and he’d still be making her legs tremble tomorrow.
He peppered kisses across the blemishes he'd left on her breasts as he fastened the buttons of her shirt, trailing up to nip at the delicate spot on her neck just beneath her ear, the spot only he knew about, the spot that made her head tilt back and her vision fill with stars. He whispered an "Accio" against her skin, summoning a tie from the ground. He secured it around her throat with a playful tug before pulling her jumper over her head.
“You have to go?” he murmured between kisses, finding it bothered him less when he asked rather than when she told him.
Her chest heaved as she sighed, planting a lingering kiss on his lips before bending down to gather her things. “I have a study group. You’re welcome to join?”
He gave her a foggy smile and shook his head lightly. “I have some Quidditch thing I’m late for.”
“Alright, well…” She cast a fleeting glance at her abandoned broom on the floor. They hadn’t quite mastered the art of goodbyes yet. “Later, Weasley.”
“See you later,” he offered her a half-hearted wave, hoping she wouldn't make him wait another nine days before flying into his line of sight again.
As he watched her leave, he found himself wondering what impulse had led him to fasten his Gryffindor tie around her neck. There was the undeniable hope her irritation at his bold act would result in some passionate hate sex, but it ran deeper than that. It felt territorial. He’d been growing increasingly irritated with Sallow's lecherous stare and Gaunt's persistent attempts to cater to her every whim. They seemed to believe they held a Slytherin monopoly on her affections, all due to some unspoken event that happened over two years ago. Garreth understood her on a deeper level. She wanted someone who wouldn't procrastinate for two years, someone capable of making her scream on a greenhouse bench at two in the morning. He had a claim too, a far more substantial one.
I know I should probably be doing requests considering I’ve been offline for like months but I’m a little obsessed with young Snow atm sooo 🤷♀️
Oh, and if this is similar to anyone else’s fic, could someone comment or message me? Bc I’m pretty sure I thought of this idea but I could be thinking of something I’ve read before. Thanks 😘😘
young! coriolanus snow x fem! reader
summary: as much as coriolanus wants to convince himself to love lucy gray, when he meets her best friend in district 12 he can’t help have a new obsession
Only descriptions of reader (that aren’t the fact that reader is fem) is that reader has a ‘southern’ accent like Lucy Gray
warnings: pervy coryo, cheating, dub-con, coryo being manipulative, degradation, slight praise too, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex
“Well, I know you just applauded our sweet Lucy Gray, but I think she deserves one more, don’t you?” Coriolanus’s bright blue eyes moved to the girl on stage before looking at Lucy Gray who was walking towards him, a large smile on her pretty face, before he quickly looked back at the girl on stage.
Coriolanus drowned out the applause and veered his mind away from the pretty girl on stage as he dragged Lucy Gray into his arms and pressed his lips to hers.
He felt her giggle into his lips before she pulled away, stumbling.
“I want you to meet someone, Coryo!” Lucy Gray called out to him over the music of the covey.
“Oh yeah? Who?” He asked, grinning at her excitement.
She giggled and waved someone over, leaning into Coriolanus.
Not even ten seconds later, the girl from the stage came bounding over, a smile on her face.
“This is my friend..” He didn’t hear what Lucy Gray said after that, his bright blue eyes glued on the friend of Lucy Gray. He looked her up and down, clenching his jaw at the sight of her dress tight around her chest.
He tuned back in when Lucy Gray started speaking about going to the lake the next day.
“..You’re gonna be free tomorrow, right Coryo?” Lucy Gray asked, looking up at Coryo.
“Uh, yeah, course.” He nodded, tightening his arm around her waist, readjusting in his seat to try and make his bulge less noticeable.
Coriolanus groaned into his pillow as his hand wrapped around his dick, finally getting some alone time after Sejanus fell asleep at last after rambling about some girl he was talking to that night at the bar.
“Fuck, fuck, shit.” His moans were muffled as he fisted his rock hard boner that sprung up right after being introduced to Lucy Gray’s friend.
He tried to picture his girlfriend’s gorgeous face and voice, but it slowly faded into her friend’s face and equally gorgeous voice.
“Fucking hell.” He groaned, biting his other hand, trying to keep his noises down as he almost came at the mere thought of Lucy Gray’s friend.
Images started filling his head of ploughing into the girl with the sweet voice, and even though he strove to ward them away with thoughts of his girlfriend, his pleasure increased tenfold.
As the girl in his thoughts came, he also released all over his hand with a muffled, guttural groan.
“Fuck, shit.” He shuddered, collapsing onto the thin mattress, not caring that his cum smeared all over his abdomen and his sheets. He was just lost in his shame of thinking of a girl other than his girlfriend while jerking off. And the fact that thinking about it, made him hard again.
Coriolanus immediately spotted the girl of his fantasies walking arm in arm with Maude Ivory as he joined them on their walk to the lake the next day.
“She’s part of the covey. Joined us a bit later, but she’s family, through and through.” Lucy Gray spoke, apparently noticing Coriolanus looking at her friend.
“Hm.” He nodded, his eyes looking her up and down as she skipped along with the younger girl. He quickly looked away so Lucy Gray didn’t suspect anything, no matter how much he wanted to pull the girl away, press her against a tree and-
His thoughts were cut off when Lucy Gray pulled away from him. He furrowed his eyebrows, thinking she figured it out, but he noticed they were at the lake finally.
His eyes focused on Lucy Gray, and his mind momentarily stopped thinking about her friend as Lucy Gray stripped her dress and jumped into the lake in her underwear.
He grinned and was about to do the same until he noticed her friend stripping as well.
“Fuck.” He whispered under his breath as her body became visible and suddenly all previous thoughts of Lucy Gray were gone.
He chose against swimming, just sitting on the side of the lake, his hands crossed over the strained bulge in his boxers.
He stared at the sky, trying to steer his thoughts away from anything to do with his girlfriend’s friend, when the exact same girl swam up to him, smiling.
“Hi.” She grinned.
He stared at her, his bright blue eyes wide. The first time she spoke to him. His boner seemed to double.
“Oh, hey. You were up on stage last night, right? And Lucy Gray introduced me to you.” Coriolanus spoke to her as if she wasn’t on his mind every second for the past 12 hours.
She smiled and nodded, wading in the water. “Mhm. Wasn’t on stage long, though. My vocal cords are all messed up right now. Not supposed to be singing. Probably shouldn’t be speaking much either, but what my doctor doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
He nodded, entranced by her voice that sounded so much like Lucy Gray’s but much more seductive, even if she didn’t mean for it to.
“You helped Lucy Gray win the games.” She stated.
He nodded, looking down at her.
“Thank you. So much.” She smiled sweetly. “When her name got called I was worried sick. She told me all about how you helped her win, and I can’t thank you enough.”
He clenched his jaw, trying not to imagine her ‘thanking him’ by getting on her knees for him in the forest.
“You don’t have to say thank you. She’s an amazing girl. I couldn’t help but want to save her.” He said smoothly, thinking about how glad he was that he cheated in the games just because then he got to meet the girl now in front of him.
She smiled, nodding. “Well, thank you anyway. She’s my best friend. I don’t know what I’d do without her.” She reached up and grabbed his hand. “Really. I owe you.”
A spark went through his body, shooting straight to his dick.
“Uh- no. No. Don’t worry about it.” He shook his head.
The image of her looking up at him through her eyelashes glued itself inside his head, being the thing he thought about when he jerked off again that night.
Coriolanus relished in the small touches and little interactions for the next month. Around the seam, during the covey’s shows, at the lake with the covey.
One time at the lake, when Lucy Gray wasn’t there due to being at home taking care of a sick Maude Ivory, Coriolanus knew it was his cue to spend some time with her.
“Your performance last night was good.” Coriolanus spoke, swimming up to her as she played in the water. “Wouldn’t even know you’ve taken a month off to heal your throat.”
She whipped around, smiling at him. “Really? I thought I didn’t do too good. I was so in my head about it.”
“You did amazing.” He complimented, looking around, making sure no one was looking before he reached his hand up and brushed her hair away from her face.
“I’m glad you think it. The Covey told me I did good but they told me I sung well while my voice was gone.” She smiled, not noticing his intentions when he pushed her hair behind her shoulder.
“Yeah, you sounded great. Better than Lucy Gray even.” He spoke softly, his hand trailing down her body and fiddling with the edge of the fabric of her bra.
Her eyes glanced down to her collarbone where he was touching. “What’re you doing?” She asked, gripping his wrist and lightly pushing him away.
“You’re so pretty.” He grumbled, all rational thoughts leaving his brain as he focused on her body. He pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck.
“You- you’re dating Lucy Gray.” She mumbled, trying to push him away, but he locked his arms around her waist.
“Not anymore.” He lied into her neck, pressing a kiss to her pulse point.
“What?” She squeaked. “What happened?” She asked, still trying to move away.
“I want you.” He grumbled into her neck, ignoring her question that he really didn’t have an answer for.
“Even- even if you are broken up.. it- it’s not right for me to do anything with you because you- you’re Lucy Gray’s ex. She’s my best friend.” She stuttered, putting her hands on his chest.
“Tell me you don’t want me.” He mumbled, trailing his hand down her body to fiddle with the material of her panties.
“Coryo.. I..” She mumbled, her lands still pushing at his chest.
“That’s what I thought.” He grumbled, pulling away and tugging on her wrist, dragging her out of the water.
“Coriolanus.. what- what are you doing?” She shivered as he tugged her towards the lake house.
He ignored and and shoved the the door open, dragging her inside.
“Why the fuck isn’t there a bed in here?” He grumbled under his breath, shutting the door behind them.
“I uh- it’s just supposed to be shelter for if there’s rain, I think.” She mumbled, trying to get her wrist out of his grip.
“Whatever.” He muttered before shoving her against the wall, pressing his lips to hers.
He didn’t care that she barely kissed back and just continued kissing her before making his way down her neck, peppering kisses all over the soft skin of her throat.
“Wait- wait, you promise you and Lucy Gray aren’t together anymore?” She mumbled, biting her lip to hold back a moan.
He sighed and pulled away. “Yes, I promise, doll. You want a pinky promise too?” He mockingly held up his finger.
She pouted slightly, shaking her head. “No.” She huffed defiantly.
He tutted before going back to kissing her neck, sucking on her pulse point. She finally let go and allowed herself to moan, her hands making their way to his head, raking her hands across his buzzed hair.
“You’re so fucking hot, y’know that?” He mumbled against her skin, his fingers going to the back of her bra and undoing it.
He worked her bra down her arms, pulling away from her neck to admire her body. “Fuck.” He groaned, his hips bucking.
His large hands engulfed her chest, earning a quiet moan from her. He squeezed her breasts before moving his hands down to her panties and tugging them down.
“Shit.” He mumbled as soon as she was naked. One of his hands gripped her waist and the other moved down to her pussy, his middle finger swirling around her entrance.
“You wet for me, baby?” He whispered into her ear, biting her earlobe.
She let out a moan as a response, clenching her eyes shut.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He tutted, pulling his hand away from her wetness, quickly licking his finger before pulling off his soaking boxers.
“Look, baby. Look how hard I am. Just for you.” He mumbled, tapping under her chin to try and encourage her to open her eyes.
She slowly opened them, her eyes immediately widening at the sight of how large he is.
“You said last month.. that you’d do anything to repay me for saving Lucy Gray’s life. Now get on your knees, yeah? Thank me.” He tutted, moving away from her to give her room.
Her mouth opened and closed, as she breathed heavily, looking up at him with wide eyes before she silently dropped to her knees in front of him. He felt his dick twitch at the thought of how one of his fantasies actually came true; her being on her knees in front of him.
“C’mon, you know what to do. I know you do.” His hand went to thread itself into her hair.
She hesitantly raised one of her hands to grip him at the base of his dick, hearing him release a moan. “Fuck, yeah.” She heard him grumble.
She moved forward slowly, licking the tip of his dick lightly.
“Fucking shit!” He moaned, gripping her hair tighter. “C’mon, hurry up.” He groaned.
She slowly let him enter her mouth, sinking down on him, holding back the urge to gag as he hit the back of her throat.
“There ya go. Wasn’t so hard, now was it? Slut.” He grumbled, gripping her hair and thrusting his hips into her mouth.
She gargled around him, her hands gripping his thighs.
“Take it. It’s okay. Just take it.” He moaned out, throwing his head back
She tried breathing through her nose as he thrusted in and out of her mouth, but her gagging and gargling made it quite hard to breathe at all.
“Such a tight little throat. Fuck!” He moaned, tightening his grip on her hair. “Gonna make me cum already. Shit.” He mumbled, pulling out of her mouth.
Her face was covered in salvia that dropped down onto the wooden floor. She immediately tried wiping at it with her hands, but she couldn’t get it all. She looked up at him with saliva covered face and hands before going to get up, but he stopped her.
“Stay down there.” He grumbled, getting on his own knees on the floor, pushing her back so she was lying down on the splintering floorboards.
He adjusted himself so he was hovering over her body, his arms holding himself up on either side of her head.
“So fucking hot.” He mumbled under his breath, reaching down and gripping his cock, pumping it a few times before guiding it to her entrance. He didn’t look up at her face as he pushed inside of her, hearing, but ignoring her yelp of pain.
He continued pushing into her, burying his face in her neck as he pushed in until the hilt, feeling her trying to push at him, whining about the pain, but he couldn’t care about anything but the feeling of her tight pussy around him.
As soon as he got adjusted to the feeling, he started thrusting, blocking out her pleas for him to slow down.
“Shit.” He threw his head back, closing his eyes as he started ploughing into her.
“Fuck yeah. Such a tight little pussy.” He moaned out, trailing a finger to her clit to rub it when she started getting a bit too tight.
“Fuck.” He whined slightly, feeling a gush of wetness from her pussy envelop his dick.
“That’s it. You’re liking this, aren’t you? Such a pretty slut.” He groaned, his face going back to burying itself in her neck as he continued rubbing her clit and ploughing into her pussy.
It didn’t take much longer for his thrusts to get sloppy and his pace speed up, feeling a coil start to build in the base of his stomach.
“That’s it. Gonna make me cum. Gonna make me cum right in your right little cunt.” Coriolanus groaned out, feeling her thrash quickly as his words before calming down.
“You gotta cum too, dolly. Come on.” He groaned, holding himself back from cumming, focusing on spending his finger on her clit up.
Her nails dug into his back, tears building in her eyes at the feeling of pain mixed with by pleasure.
“I- I’m gonna-“ She cut herself off with a moan as he started pushing down on her stomach.
“Do it.” He commanded, making her release all over his dick.
His jaw clenched as she tightened around him, and he held back for a few more thrusts.
“Gonna cum in your pussy, baby.” He groaned out before spurting his cum inside of her. He shuddered at the feeling of her tight walls gripping his sensitive cock, so he quickly withdrew himself from her.
“Shit.” He grumbled, moving off of her. He stayed still, breathing heavily for a moment before getting up and putting his boxers back on.
“I’ll uh.. I’ll see you at your next show. Looking forward of seeing you.” He grinned before walking out of the lake house, closing the door behind him, leaving her shivering and naked on the floor of the lake house, her best friend’s boyfriend’s cum seeping out of her.
I started this series with “interview before the games” and finished book one’s outfits with “interview after the games” (let’s say that was intentional). When I started (that was September 2020) I was sure I would finish this series very quickly. Lol. I still nowhere near the end. But at least “Hunger Games” is done! That was painful to look at my first illustrations (some of them I had to redraw completely) and I needed to make it look like a series so I fixed some things. I tried to do this “fixing” not very dramatic at some cases (like the first interview one, which I still kinda like, but I completely changed the way I draw Peeta since then so I didn’t know what to do with him lol) but hell, sometimes I thought it was easier to redraw everything. And I think I would have done if I wasn’t so lazy and always tired and I actually really want to draw new stuff. So here it is, all at once. All the (described at least in one word) Everlark Outfits from the first book!
THE REAPING
To my surprise, my mother has laid out one of her own lovely dresses for me. A soft blue thing with matching shoes. <...> “Of course. Let’s put your hair up, too,” she says. I let her towel-dry it and braid it up on my head. <...> the elaborate braided hair my mother did for the reaping <...> silky braids. / chapter 1 /// We know nothing about Peeta’s clothes. But I assume it should be something like this. Casual. Classic. Light brown/beige.
THE TRAIN
I peel off my mother’s blue dress and take a hot shower. I’ve never had a shower before. It’s like being in a summer rain, only warmer. I dress in a dark green shirt and pants. At the last minute, I remember Madge’s little gold pin. For the first time, I get a good look at it. It’s as if someone fashioned a small golden bird and then attached a ring around it. The bird is connected to the ring only by its wing tips. I suddenly recognize it. A mocking jay. <…> I fasten the pin onto my shirt, and with the dark green fabric as a background, I can almost imagine the mockingjay flying through the trees. <…> I put the green outfit back on since it’s not really dirty, just slightly crumpled from spending the night on the floor. <…> I slept in the elaborate braided hair my mother did for the reaping and it doesn’t look too bad, so I just leave it up. / chapter 3 /// Again we know nothing about Peeta’s outfit, but. But ok, it must be something casual and comfortable soooo… sweatpants?
THE OPENING CEREMONY
I am dressed in what will either be the most sensational or the deadliest costume in the opening ceremonies. I’m in a simple black unitard that covers me from ankle to neck. Shiny leather boots lace up to my knees. But it’s the fluttering cape made of streams of orange, yellow, and red and the matching headpiece that define this costume. Cinna plans to light them on fire just before our chariot rolls into the streets. <…> My face is relatively clear of makeup, just a bit of highlighting here and there. My hair has been brushed out and then braided down my back in my usual style. <…> Despite this morning’s revelation about Peeta’s character, I’m actually relieved when he shows up, dressed in an identical costume. / chapter 5
TRAINING
When I’m dried and moisturized with lotion, I find an outfit has been left for me at the front of the closet. Tight black pants, a long-sleeved burgundy tunic, and leather shoes. I put my hair in the single braid down my back. This is the first time since the morning of the reaping that I resemble myself. No fancy hair and clothes, no flaming capes. Just me. Looking like I could be headed for the woods. It calms me. <...> Haymitch and Peeta come in, bid me good morning, fill their plates. It makes me irritated that Peeta is wearing exactly the same outfit I am. I need to say something to Cinna. This twins act is going to blow up in out faces once the Games begin. <...> “One last thing. In public, I want you by each other’s side every minute,” says Haymitch. We both start to object, but Haymitch slams his hand on the table. “Every minute! It’s not open for discussion! You agreed to do as I said! You will be together, you will appear amiable to each other. Now get out. Meet Effie at the elevator at ten for training.” <...> The other tributes are gathered in a tense circle. They each have a cloth square with their district number on it pinned to their shirts. While someone pins the number 12 on my back, I do a quick assessment. Peeta and I are the only two dressed alike. / chapter 7 /// To be honest the previous version was a lot closer to book description (more tight pants and shoes obviously made from leather and here there are just leather sneakers), but hell, Cinna, Portia, what was wrong with you when you’ve created training outfits? Tight pants? For sword training?! Long sleeve? It’s damn July!
INTERVIEW BEFORE THE GAMES
The team works on me until late afternoon, turning my skin to glowing satin, stenciling patterns on my arms, painting flame designs on my twenty perfect nails. Then Venia goes to work on my hair, weaving strands of red into a pattern that begins at my left ear, wraps around my head, and then falls in one braid down my right shoulder. They erase my face with a layer of pale makeup and draw my features back out. Huge dark eyes, full red lips, lashes that throw off bits of light when I blink. Finally, they cover my entire body in a powder that makes me shimmer in gold dust. <...> I can feel the silken inside as they slip it down over my naked body, then the weight. It must be forty pounds. I clutch Octavia’s hand as I blindly step into my shoes, glad to find they are at least two inches lower than the pair Effie had me practice in. <...> My dress is entirely covered in reflective precious gems, red and yellow and white with bits of blue that accent the tips of the flame design. The slightest movement gives the impression I am engulfed in tongues of fire. <...> The dress hangs in such a way that I don’t have to lift the skirt when I walk, leaving me with one less thing to worry about. <...> Peeta looks striking in a black suit with flame accents. While we look well together, it’s a relief not to be dressed identically. / chapter 9
ARENA
Cinna does my hair in my simple trademark braid down my back. Then the clothes arrive, the same for every tribute. Cinna has had no say in my outfit, does not even know what will be in the package, but he helps me dress in the undergarments, simple tawny pants, light green blouse, sturdy brown belt, and thin, hooded black jacket that falls to my thighs. “The material in the jacket’s designed to reflect body heat. Expect some cool nights,” he says. The boots, worn over skintight socks, are better than I could have hoped for. Soft leather not unlike my ones at home. These have a narrow flexible rubber sole with treads though. Good for running. I think I’m finished when Cinna pulls the gold mockingjay pin from his pocket. I had completely forgotten about it. [Katniss] + a bright orange backpack. + silver sheath of arrows and a bow, already strung [Peeta] + I agently unzip his jacket, unbutton his shirt and ease them off him. + I hand Peeta my knife, since whatever weapons he once had are long gone, and he slips it into his belt. / chapter 10 thank goodness this one was already redone lol
VICTORY CEREMONY
Cinna comes in with what appears to be an unassuming yellow dress across his arms. <…> slips it over my head. I immediately notice the padding over my breasts, adding curves that hunger has stolen from my body. <…> Venia helps me into a pair of flat leather sandals and I turn to the mirror. I am still the “girl on fire.” The sheer fabric softly glows. Even the slight movement in the air sends a ripple up my body. By comparison, the chariot costume seems garish, the interview dress too contrived. In this dress, I give the illusion of wearing candlelight. <…> My hair’s loose, held back by a simple hairband. The makeup rounds and fills out the sharp angles of my face. A clear polish coats my nails. The sleeveless dress is gathered at my ribs, not my waist, largely eliminating any help the padding would have given my figure. The hem falls just to my knees. <…> He looks so clean and healthy and beautiful, I can hardly recognize him. But his smile is the same whether in mud or in the Capitol and when I see it, I take about three steps and fling myself into his arms. He staggers back, almost losing his balance, and that’s when I realize the slim, metal contraption in his hand is some kind of cane. <…> His shirt is made of the same yellow material as my dress, but Portia’s put him in long black pants. No sandals, either, but a pair of sturdy black boots he keeps solidly planted on the stage. / chapter 27
INTERVIEW AFTER THE GAMES
When Cinna comes in, he shoos them [prep team] out and dresses me in a white, gauzy dress and pink shoes. Then he personally adjusts my makeup until I seem to radiate a soft, rosy glow. <…> Then Peeta’s there looking handsome in red and white, pulling me off to the side. / chapter 27
Hi! Could you please write about Fem! Reader x Peter B? (NSFW) I would love it if it could include fluff and age gap, thank you 🥺❤️
i’m mixing two requests together so i can kill two birds with one stone
the second request was “can you write another peter b parker fic ?? 🫣” so imma do that
anyway, thank you both for requesting 😘😘
Big, Pretty Eyes
peter b parker x fem!reader
warnings: age gap (reader is 19 and peter is 30 something), cheating, soft dom peter, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex
“Oh! And look at this one!” Peter held out his phone in front of Miguel as they walked towards the cafeteria, with Mayday perched on Miguel’s shoulder. “Oh! And this one-“
“Peter. May is right here, I do not need to see pictures of her.” Miguel spoke lowly, a constant tone of sass and annoyance in his voice.
Peter just brushed him off, pulling up more photos. “Yeah, but you don’t see her eating spaghetti right now, do you? Like, look at this-“
He was cut off once more as Jess walked up to them. “The new recruit is here, Miguel.” She hummed out, looking behind her as if she was ready to introduce someone, but there was no one there, making her scoff and look around.
“Kid!” She yelled, clapping her hands to get the attention of a girl who was patting Web-slinger’s horse.
Said girl jumped and looked around, scurrying over. “Sorry, Jess.” She said sheepishly, tugging off her white and pink mask, revealing her face that Peter finally focused on after having his eyes glued on how her (adorably pink and white) spider suit clung to her body
He swallowed harshly, plucking Mayday off of Miguel’s shoulder as she started reaching for the new stranger.
“This is the boss man I was telling you about, kid.” Jess introduced, nodding at Miguel.
A smile grew on her face as she held her hand out. "Hi, Mr. Miguel, I'm-" She cut herself off after seeing the small baby in Peter's arms. "Oh. My. Goodness. That is the cutest baby I've ever seen." She cooed, holding her hands out for Mayday. "Can I hold her?" She asked, looking up at Peter with big, doe eyes.
He just stared for a moment before nodding. "Oh. Oh, yeah." He handed Mayday over, watching as the girl scooped the baby up into her arms.
"You are just the cutest, honey." She giggled, playing with Mayday's red hair. "What's her name?" She looked back up at Peter with those big, pretty eyes that made all the blood rush from his head down to his cock.
"Uh, May. Mayday." He mumbled, shaking his head slightly and tying his robe up in the front to hide his boner that was practically being strangled through the thin material of his spider suit.
"She's adorable." She complimented, bouncing Mayday while still looking up at Peter with those big, pretty eyes.
Those same big, pretty eyes that had his hand wrapped around his cock later that night, while imagining those big, pretty eyes looking up at him with her mouth wrapped around his dick.
Also those same big, pretty eyes that lead to him fucking MJ later that night, imagining her beneath him instead of this wife.
The next day Peter walked around the spider society with Mayday in his arms, trying to avoid the colours pink and white at any cost, not wanting to be reminded of the young girl he met yesterday.
He groaned under his breath slightly when he heard Jess’s voice calling out to him. He stopped walking and turned around to face her, grumbling ‘fuck’ under his breath when he saw the girl standing behind Jess, her hands behind her back and mask off, showing off her pretty eyes that made Peter want to run to the nearest bathroom. But instead he just walked over and greeted Jess with a smile and a bounce of Mayday who immediately started reaching for the younger girl again.
He looked to her before passing her the baby, making a large smile grow on her face as she took Mayday and played with her.
Now, Peter really did try and pay attention to what Jess was saying. He really did. But all he could focus on was how the younger girl played with his daughter and how her lips puckered to kiss the baby’s chubby cheeks.
“Peter? You paying attention?” Jess asked, raising her eyebrows.
Peter inhaled and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
“Hm. Sure.” She hummed, taking Mayday into her arms making her whine and start to fuss. “Have fun, Peter.” She nodded and walked off with the whining baby in her arms.
“What?” He mumbled under his breath before looking over at the girl as she was bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“Jess said you gotta show me around for the day..” She smiled sweetly.
“Ah, thanks.” He mumbled, cursing himself for not listening and making up some excuse as to why he couldn’t because now he had to spend all day with the subject of his fantasies for the past 24 hours.
He nodded his head to the side and started walking, a faint smile on his lips as he saw her skip next to him.
“I know I kept saying it yesterday, but your daughter really is adorable.” She giggled out, looking around.
“Thank you.” He smiled, and tried to force out the words ‘she gets it from her mother’ but couldn’t.
She looked at his hand as he scratched the back of his neck.
“You’re not married?” She asked softly, making him look at his hand and put it in his robe pocket so she couldn’t see the tan line from where his ring usually is.
“Um, nope.” Peter wasn’t exactly sure why he left his wedding ring off that morning. Or why he took it off considering he hadn’t once in the past year.
She bit her lip and looked at him. “You got a girlfriend or something?”
“Nope. Divorced.” He wasn’t exactly sure why he lied then either. Well, he technically knew why, but he wasn’t sure why M.J was suddenly the last thought on his mind.
“Oh. I’m sorry. Mayday’s mother?” He nodded in response and shrugged.
“It’s okay. You didn’t ruin our marriage, you don’t need to apologise.” He laughed slightly and couldn’t stop the thought of how she really could be the end of his marriage entering and running around his mind.
“Yeah, I guess.” She smiled and shrugged.
Peter looked around, furrowing his brows when he saw where they were.
“Well, uh, these are bedrooms for when we get back from a particularly hard mission and can’t make it home or have to recover from injury or something.” He said, opening a door so she could look in the bedroom. He looked her up and down as she walked in, his eyes staying on her ass for a few moments.
“Miguel really decked these out, huh?” She giggled, jumping onto the bed and laying in it.
“Yeah, he did. It’s a shame they aren’t used too often. Well, not really for their purpose anyway.” He shrugged, leaning on the now closed door.
“What purpose?” She asked, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.
His cheeks erupted in a blush as he looked to the ground.
“Well.. you know?” He spoke awkwardly, looking at her only to see a confused expression on her face.
“Like.. oh god. I didn’t think I’d have to have the talk for a couple years yet.” He groaned and move to sit on the bed next to her.
“Ohhh. Like… sexual purposes?” She muttered. “Why here, though?” She furrowed her brows, kicking her feet.
“I’m not sure. I guess sexual desire might be more strong in us compared to a regular human.” He shrugged. “I’m not really sure. I haven’t exactly done it.”
“Why? Cause you’re always carrying around Mayday?” She giggled, bumping his shoulder with hers.
He laughed too, shaking his head.
“I guess I just never had someone to do it with.” And I have a wife he thought but didn’t say, just looking up at her from where he was looking at the ground, only to find her already looking at him with those big, pretty eyes.
“Your eyes are so pretty.” He blurted out before he could stop it. His own eyes widened as he processed what he said. “Uh- i- I mean-“
“Thanks.” She giggled cutting him off as her cheeks turned red.
He inhaled, looking her up and down as they sat next to each other on the edge of the bed, their shoulders touching.
He debated with himself for a few moments before he brought a hand up and cupped her jaw, giving her time to pull away before he pressed his lips to hers. But she didn’t. She didn’t pull away. Instead her hands gripped his robe and kissed him back.
He groaned into her lips, his free hand gripping her waist.
He broke away from her lips after a few moments, a dark blush on both of their faces.
"Shit. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He groaned, burying his head into his hands.
"Hey, no, it's okay." She reassured in her sweet voice.
"No it's not. You're so much younger than me." And I have a wife and child he wanted to say.
"I didn't mind it. I wouldn't have kissed you back if I wasn't okay with it." She put her hand on his thigh, rubbing softly.
He removed his hands from his face, looking over at her, seeing those big, pretty eyes looking over at him.
"Can.. can I kiss you again?" He asked nervously.
She giggled and nodded.
He inhaled deeply before surging forward and pressing their lips together. It was a sweet kiss, which surprised him greatly. He thought the raging boner he had would make him a sexual deviant and fuck her brains out, but he just wanted to take care of her.
Although he didn’t immediately press her into the (comfy) mattress and fuck her, the little whimper she let out when he gripped her thigh made him want to bust in his sweatpants.
He groaned into her lips before gripping both of her thighs and shuffling up the bed, softly putting her down on it so her head was on the pillow. He hovered above her, one of his hands playing with her hair that was sprawled out on the pillow.
“Pretty girl.” He mumbled making her giggle and look away. “Hey, hey, don’t look away, sweetheart. Wanna see those pretty eyes.” He gripped her chin and turned her head back towards him. “There she is.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
He trailed his hand down her body, rubbing across the spandex suit, making sure to pay extra attention to her tits before trailing his hand down her tummy and to her plush thighs.
“So perfect.” He mumbled, settling between her thighs to rub his thumb across the warmth he felt between her legs. “Can- can I take-“
He couldn’t even finish before she was sitting up and reaching behind her back to peel her suit off. As it reached her hips, he tugged it down the rest of the way, dropping it to the ground.
He sat up on his knees, just admiring her body. Her perfect curves. Her big, pretty eyes.
He quickly dove his head in between her legs to ignore the growing feeling of affection he felt towards her, pushing MJ even further into the back of his mind. He relished in the whiny, breathy moan that erupted from her mouth as he flicked his tongue over her clit.
He moved down to focus on her entrance, purposefully pressing his nose into her clit as her circled her entrance with his tongue, slowly working it in.
She let out another moan as he thrusted his tongue in and out of her, his nose brushing against her puffy clit.
“Oh, please, Peter!” She whined loudly, gripping the bedsheets as he slowly pressed his index finger into her to replace his tongue as he moved back up to suck on her clit.
“What, pretty girl? Tell me what you want.” He grumbled into her clit, flicking it with his tongue as he pressed his middle finger inside of her and started to curl them.
“Want- want to cum, Peter! Your mouth is so good!” She whimpered out, tugging on the bedsheets.
“Hmm, cum for me. Cum on my face. In my mouth, pretty girl.” He grumbled, thrusting his fingers inside of her.
She whimpered as the coil in her tummy started getting tighter.
Her back arched as she came over his face, her legs shaking. He slowly thrusted his fingers inside of her to help her ride through her orgasm.
He kept moving his fingers until she pushed his head away from her with an overstimulated whine.
He shuffled up the bed and laid beside her, sticking his fingers inside her mouth.
“You taste so good.” His words were muffled through his fingers as he sucked on them, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head at the taste of her.
She bit her bottom lip as she watched him, feeling the heat pool in her tummy again.
As soon as he took his fingers out of his mouth, she pushed his robe off of his shoulders, throwing it to the ground before doing the same with his sweatpants then his own spandex suit.
“Fuck.” He breathed out, watching her tug his clothes off.
He softly pushed her shoulders back, stabilising himself over her with his arms on either side of her head.
“You sure you want this?” He mumbled, moving a hand down to position his hard dick at her entrance.
“So- so sure.” She whined softly, looking down to in between her legs so she could see him push in.
He nodded, chewing on his lip as he slowly pushed the tip in, immediately groaning at the feeling, his head burying into her neck, hearing the loud whine she let out.
He closed his eyes and held back the feeling of wanting to cum right away.
“Please- please move, Peter.” She whined, pulling him out of his daze and making him realise he was barely inside of her.
He groaned and nodded, pushing himself in further until he got halfway. “So tight, pretty girl.” He mumbled into her neck more pushing in further.
He slowly pushed in until he got to the base, his small tuft of pubic hair pressing against her pubic bone.
“Oh god!” She moaned, her arms wrapping around him, her nails digging into his back.
“That’s it.” He mumbled, slowly moving his hips back before pushing back into her.
“So pretty. So gorgeous. Feel fantastic wrapped around my dick.” He mumbled into her neck, letting out a small whimper as she clenched around him.
She moaned, her head falling back into the pillows as he thrusted back in after pulling out until she was wrapped only around his tip.
“Oh! You- you feel so good. Fillin’ me up so good.” She whined, her back arching as he trailed his hand down her body and rubbed her clit as he increased his pace.
“Please, Peter.” She whined loudly, her nails digging even more into his back.
“What? What, pretty girl? What do you want me to do for you?” He grumbled, thrusting his hips inside of her, nuzzling his nose into her neck.
“Oh, please, please.” She whined again.
“God, you don’t even know what you want, huh? Just want me, don’t you?” He grinned, kissing her pulse point.
She whimpered and nodded her head. “Just- just need you.”
“That’s it.” He mumbled, morning when he felt her clench on him after he rubbed her clit even more.
“God, you gonna cum on my cock, pretty girl?” He mumbled, pressing kisses all over her neck.
She whined and nodded enthusiastically, dragging her nails down his back.
“Cum, baby.” He groaned, sucking on her neck.
“What- what about you? Wanna cum at the same time as you.” She whined.
“Just feeling you clench around me will be enough for me to bust, pretty. Just cum. Cum all over my dick, pretty.” He mumbled into her ear making her leg out a high pitched moan.
Her legs started shaking as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around him, making him whimper.
“I-I can cum in you, right?” He moaned making her nod.
“Please.” She whined making him moan and cum inside of her, letting out a shudder as he felt the warmth of his own cum surrounding his dick in her tight pussy.
A few moments later he pulled out, watching his cum leak out of her. He pressed kisses up her tummy, to her ribs, to her chest, her collarbones, up her neck, then finally to her lips.
“My pretty girl.” He mumbled against her lips.
“Y’know I uh, I don’t blame you.” Peter heard Miguel say to him from behind him in the cafeteria line, breaking him out of his stare at the younger girl playing with his daughter.
“Huh?” Peter asked, turning to the huge man, seeing him already holding his box of empanadas. “What’re you talking about?”
“I had cameras installed in the recovery rooms after I heard what was happening in them.” Miguel said with a grin on his face.
Peter’s mouth turned dry at the man’s words. “Uh- uh- what?”
Miguel rolled his eyes, grumbling something in Spanish. “Don’t act dumb. I saw what happened the other day.”
“Please-“ Peter tried to beg but Miguel cut him off.
“I won’t say anything to MJ. Promise. Like I said; I don’t blame you. I would too if I got a chance.” He shrugged before leaving the line, empanada box in hand.
summary: you go into the locker room with a plan to steal the polaroids your now ex boyfriend took of you to show off to his friends, but the last thing you suspected was to be met with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and his very big friend.
warnings: smut ahead, 18+ minors dni, no use of y/n (use of pet names), non consensual sharing of nudes, reader technically cheats, big dick eddie, slight fingering, oral (m receiving) unprotected p in v, cream pie, fluffff.
authors note: I feel like I haven’t written a one shot in awhile, so…hope you like. As always thank you to my lovely beta’s @take-everything-you-can & @xxhellfiregirlxx <3
wc: 3.4k
You are fuming, absolutely seething with rage.
You couldn't believe your boyfriend, scratch that ex boyfriend would do this to you. How could someone swear to be ‘so in love” with you but turn around and do this? It just didn’t make sense, but you only have yourself to blame.
All of your friends warned you about Andy, said he was a pig and would just use you as another notch for his belt, but you wanted to believe you were different or that maybe you could’ve changed him. Instead you allowed him to take very x-rated polaroids of you, that he in turn showed to all of his basketball buddies, who told their cheerleader girlfriends, who then told you he’d spent all of gym bragging and showing them off in the locker room.
So…you’d devised a very impulsive and hell bent plan; while they were all outside running the annual mile, you decided you would sneak into the locker room, find Andy's locker, then you would break into it and steal the polaroids back. It was a fool proof plan… or so it seemed in your frenzy of rage.
But as you walk into the quiet, cold, sterile room filled with green lockers. You quickly realize you're not alone.
“Oh my god!”
“Oh fuck!”
Was said in unison as you and Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson locked eyes, but they didn't stay connected for long as yours roamed his body, all the way down to the biggest cock you had ever seen in your life. Not that you’ve seen so many, but you’ve had your fair share of hook ups and I mean c’mon you're not a prude, you do watch porn.
But, even so… his cock was still bigger than anything you’ve come in contact with, albeit on screen and off.
“I’m so sorr–”
“What are you do-”
You both say again, voices overlapping as Eddie catches the wide eyed stare you're giving his flaccid manhood.
He quickly covers himself with his hands, his cheeks pinkening in embarrassment.
Eddie was rather dense when it came to his size, considering he was a virgin and he’s been using the locker room while it was empty since he started at Hawkins High, not wanting to give the jocks anymore fuel for their relentless fire. He didn’t have much to compare it to, nor did he want to participate in any dick measuring contests. The only porn he had hidden under his bed were his dirty fantasy magazines but all the dicks in there were monster cocks, literally.
“What are you doing in here?” Eddie huffed in annoyance as your eyes continued to burn a hole into his now covered groin.
“I um, I–” You couldn't even find the words to explain why you were in the boy’s locker room, not one that would make any sense to him, anyway.
“You what, huh? Spit it out.” Eddie didn’t mean to snap at you, but he was already in a foul mood. He had been present when Andy was showing off your goods to his ogling friends, who all agreed he was a ‘lucky guy’.
Eddie patiently waited for them all to retreat out and onto the track so he could finally shower and get dressed back into his all black attire. Eddie, oh lovesick Eddie had been nursing a mammoth sized crush on you since your freshman year. So, to say he couldn't help but roll his eyes and clench his fists at not only the thought of all these other dudes getting to see you, but also the fact that you even picked a shit stain like Andy Clayton to give an ounce of your time to, really pissed him off.
“I came to try and get something back from my ex.” You bashfully murmur as your eyes once again find the metalheads.
A remorseful look passes over Eddie's face at your revelation, as you both continue to stare at each other you quickly notice his wet hair has been dripping down onto his tattooed chest, the scene makes your breath hitch and you want so badly to clench your thighs from the heat that's been ignited in your center.
Eddie’s confidence begins to grow as he notices the flush of your cheeks and the way your breathing went ragged as your eyes wandered.
“Ya’ know, if i didn't know any better i'd say you’re checking me out?” He declares with a cocky smirk.
“What? I-I’m not-” You stutter before shutting your eyes tight, as if it’d shield you of your utter humiliation. You quickly exhale in an attempt to rid yourself of the mix of arousal and embarrassment that has simultaneously filled your body.
“Okay, I was… but I didn’t mean to, I'm sorry.” You whisper as your eyes meander the tiles under your black loafers and white slouch socks.
“You didn't mean to check out my dick?” Eddie says in bewilderment as his brows raise, disappearing behind his shaggy, wet bangs.
He’s surprised he has the confidence to stand so close to you with his dick literally in his hand, but watching you stutter and squirm has got to be the highlight of his whole high school career.
Well this and that time he, Gareth and Jeff left that flaming bag of shit on Mr. Higgins doorstep. Yeah, watching that old fuck struggle to put out a burning bag filled with dog shit was definitely up there.
“I mean, I did mean to, it’s just– nevermind, I'm sorry. I’ll leave.” Your words fly out of your mouth before you begin to turn and leave, back out the way you came without fulfilling the mission you were on just five minutes ago.
You didn’t even make it two steps before Eddie was gently grabbing your bicep, his hands no longer covering his cock that now grows hard between his scrawny thighs.
“It’s just what?…Color me curious sweetheart.” He says as his calloused fingers slowly run down your arm and back to his side.
Sweetheart, you liked hearing him call you that. Jesus, what is happening?
“Well um, your dicks like really big.” You say as your eyes fall back to his package, you lick your lips at the sight of it twitching at your words.
“Really?” The way he questions you is confusing because there is absolutely no way he doesn’t know he’s hung like a goddamn horse.
“You’re joking right? You’re gonna act like you don’t know your cock is massive?” You say with a tilt of your head.
His eyebrows shoot back up in amusement, the cocky smile on his face a complete rival to his rapidly beating heart.
You move closer into his space, looking up into his innocent looking doe eyes.
Eddie Munson is anything but innocent, right? I mean he sells drugs for fuck sake! You’ve even heard about him grabbing a cheerleader's tit during a drug deal, of course she was trying to get him to lower the price, but still…well now that you come to think of it, that's really the only sexual thing you’ve heard about him. There’s no way he could be a… yeah right.
“Can I ask you a question?” You whisper as you move in even closer, moving a now damp, stray strand of hair behind his reddening ear.
“S-sure.” He whimpers when your long nails lightly scratch down his jaw, which he quickly covers with a cough.
You bit at your lips trying to hold back a giggle at the noise that went straight between your legs.
Okay, fuck those pictures! What better way to get over a guy than to get under a new one…right? Especially one your ex hates…who has a huge cock…I mean this shits a no brainer… you’re gonna fuck Eddie Munson.
“Are you a virgin?” You question sweetly as you ‘innocently’ play with the hem of your plaid dress, the white turtleneck underneath making your already hot and bothered body, burn more with the intense electricity radiating between the both of you.
“I uh, how’d you know?” He sighs as his shoulders drop in exasperation, not at you but at himself for being so fucking obvious.
“Well, with that third leg I never would’ve guessed…but you have this innocence in your eyes that’s kinda telling.” You giggle as your eyes meet his still hard cock, and all you wanna do now is wrap your hand around it and watch him lose his mind.
Eddie throws his head back and laughs into the open air of the now humid locker room. He whispers third leg to himself, nodding his head as if he was hearing that term for the first time. He was.
“Do you wanna stay a virgin, Eddie?” You whisper as the tips of your fingers gently trail over the patch of hair on his lower stomach, just above the spot your hand is aching to touch, that he’s aching for you to touch.
Two things in this moment make the metalhead equally lose his mind, he might actually cum untouched if he’s being honest. Your hand is so close to his throbbing cock, just a few centimeters down and you’d be brushing against his pink, sensitive tip. And hearing you say his name. Wait, you know his name.
That alone is an aphrodisiac for him.
“No, I-I don’t.” He admits before swallowing hard, his damp Adam's apple bobbing at the motion.
“Can I kiss you?” He surprises himself as the question leaves his mouth.
“Please.” you whine with desperation, making Eddie groan as his lips find yours in a frenzy.
Your fingers slowly trail down, finally wrapping your dainty hand around the sheer girth and length that is Eddie’s cock.
Another whimper falls from between his pretty lips, but this time it's unashamed and without a cough to cover it up. No, he wants you to hear what you’re doing to him.
“That feel good, baby?” You murmur into his mouth between the smacks that echo off the barren walls.
“Fuck, yeah mhm, it does.” He rushes out awkwardly, making you giggle into the kiss.
He wraps his arms around you, in an air of confidence and pulls you in closer, chests now flush as your hand continues to softly tug at his cock.
“Do you wanna fuck me, Eddie?” You whisper as you lean your forehead against his, wet bangs be damned.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a very long time, princess.” He admits without much thought.
You break away from him, eyes boring into his as you take in his confession. You step back and Eddie’s heart shatters as he curses himself for opening his big, stupid mouth and scaring you off. But before he could get down on his knees and grovel for you to just ignore him and stay, keep paying attention to him. You take his hand and lead him to the wooden bench towards the back of the locker room.
He follows you like a lost puppy before you’re gently pushing at his chest, a silent instruction for him to sit down. He quickly takes the hint, clumsily plopping down onto the stiff wooden bench.
He looks to you for direction, those innocent eyes blinking up at you and goddammit if it doesn't chip away at the walls your now ex boyfriend has helped you build. But, that's a thought for another day.
You fall to your knees, cold tiles digging into your skin as you wrap your hand back around his cock in a wildness that you’d never felt for any of your previous partners.
“Holy shit.” Eddie spits out in disbelief. This has to be a wet dream, there's absolutely now way this is happening to him…he’s never this lucky, and in typical eddie cynicism, he looks around to make sure no one is filming or waiting to pop out and laugh at him or better yet, to tell him this was all some elaborate prank, get the freak all riled up just to leave him high and dry.
The thought is quickly extinguished when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, gently sucking before you're removing your soft, pillowy muscles that are now coated in his precum, you alluringly flick your tongue across them gathering it all, just to get a good taste of him. His soul just about leaves his body and you've barely even started.
You take him back into your mouth, but this time without mercy as you relax your throat, slowly moving down inch by delicious inch as you try not to gag, his tip now bullying your uvula like his own personal punching bag.
“Oh, oh fuck, please. I-I…” He stammers as his hands flex and clench beside him, too afraid to run his fingers through your hair like he so badly wants to.
You fuck his aching cock into your throat, bobbing your head up and down, over and over before you’re popping off of him, placing a sweet kiss to his tip then standing back up onto your feet, your knees burning from the pressure that was placed on them, red indents now take their place leaving very little mystery as to what you’ve just done.
“I need your cock so bad Eddie.” You moan into his mouth before kissing him, it’s deep and needy and you never want to kiss anyone else like this for as long as you live.
“Use me, please. J-just fuck, just use me pretty girl.” Eddie whimpers, before he begins attacking your neck, sucking hard before soothing the skin with his tongue. You couldn’t care less if he leaves marks, in fact you want him to mark you up, make you his.
You thread your hand into his still damp hair, pushing him closer as he begins to suck at a particularly sensitive spot, just below your ear.
Eddie places one last tender kiss there, before he removes his face from your neck. He confidently lifts the hem of your dress up and over the tops of your thighs, exposing your slick soaked, red panties. The metalhead swipes a finger over the thin, lace fabric that clings to your hips.
“Can I take these off?” He asks as his eyes continue to bore into the growing wet patch in the center of your covered slit.
“Mhm.” A high pitch whine escapes from the depths of your throat at how harshly he tore them off from between your legs. Needy boy.
“Fuckin’ aye.” Eddie murmurs to himself at the sight of your glistening cunt right in front of him, so pretty and wet just for him. He wanted to run his fingers through the damp, trimmed coils on your mound but quickly decided against it, he didn’t want you thinking that was weird.
“H-have you ever seen a pussy before?” You chirp up, bashful as you grab his hand and move it towards your soaked slit.
He clears his throat before answering- “just in magazines.” He admits as his cheeks tinge a pretty shade of pink.
He’s embarrassed by his revelation, but you can’t help but think that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.
You work his fingers through your slit, rubbing at your own clit with his hand and it all just fuels that fire growing deep in your belly.
“Oh!” You moan as your eyes gently roll back, you swipe his finger through your wetness again, “you feel that? Feel how wet you make me Ed’s?” You whisper as your eyes now hold his.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful! I-I need to fuck you or im gonna cum. You can’t just talk to me like that, princess.” He mutters as he loses all resolve, not that he had much to begin with.
“Yes, sir.” You whisper into his ear before you’re placing a gentle kiss there. You turn around, hand grabbing onto his still hard cock, you lower yourself into his lap, pink tip already prodding at your hole as your back becomes flush with his chest, you lay your head back against his shoulder and burrow it into his neck, both of you moaning in unison as you sink onto him, slowly.
He’s so big it’s like he's ripping you in half, but you welcome the burn. The pleasure and pain of it all makes your cunt drip even more, further creating less pain and a whole lot more pleasure.
“Mmf.” Eddie moans into the side of your face, as you’re finally seated flush in his lap, cock buried deep inside your aching pussy, you clench around the intrusion, making Eddie gasp and whine.
You smile back at him before you’re doing it again.
“Fuck, do you want this to be over before it starts? Huh?” He says threw his teeth, as he grabs your chin to reprimand you. And you want nothing more than to play further into that dynamic.
Andy was a shit lay compared to this, Eddie Munson a virgin is fucking you better than your ex, and if that doesn’t speak volumes as to how the relationship was. The thought makes you feel stupid.
Before you can fester anymore on your dumb mistake, Eddie begins to fuck up into you, all his patience seeping through the air vents that you now realize are on and blowing, creating a chill throughout the room and goosebumps to trickle over your body.
His big hands grab at your waist, roughly bouncing you up and down on his cock as he follows the same rhythm. You’re both moaning into each other's mouths as you bring your hand to the nape of his neck and holding on, as you get absolutely railed in the boys locker room.
Not only is the location turning you on but the thought of being caught by anyone, especially Andy, has got your cunt dripping and making a mess of the metalheads balls.
“Shit, you’re so wet and warm and so fucking tight, baby.” Eddie huffs as his words begin to spill out with no filter, theres no fucking way he can think about what he’s saying before he says it with you clenching around him like that.
“I remember the first time I fucked my fist thinking about you; you wore that little jean skirt with those fucking red cowboy boots a-and the tightest little white shirt, I could see your nipples perfectly. Didn't even bother to wear a bra, just wanted everyone to see, didnt you? Mmm, bad girl.” He starts his confession out whiney and whimpering until he gets to the bad girl with a growl and an extra hard snap of his hips that make your eyes cross in complete carnal delight.
“That’s so fu-ucking hot that you think about me when you jack off, fuck.” You stutter as your body continues to be used as Eddie’s personal little fuck toy.
“Yeah? But I don’t have to do that anymore do I? You’re gonna let me fuck this tight little cunt whenever I want, aren’t you baby?” The confident rasp in his voice is a complete 360 to the awkward, innocent boy he was just seconds ago. But, the way your pussy tightens around him tells him you fucking love it, so he files that information away for next time.
“Yes, yes whenever you want Eddie!” You wail as your legs begin to shake, your cunt clenching around him as your nails dig into his thighs that continue to slap up into the backs of yours. The sounds were filthy, but they egged you both on as your highs so quickly approached.
“Ed- I’m cumming, oh my god!” You sob, fully convinced someone has had to have heard you both by now. But you don’t care, how could you when the most intense pleasure was coursing through your body, turning you into a twitching mess.
“Fuck, me too baby, wher-” He doesnt even get to finish, before you’re begging him to cum inside you. Of course he obliges, eyes rolling back into his head and cock throbbing as his heavy load shoots deep inside you.
“Goddammit.” He whispers into your neck after you've both come down from your panting highs. The breath he exhales tickles you, making you giggle. His arms wrap around your front, holding you tightly before burrowing his head deeper into the skin between your jaw and clavicle, he blows a raspberry and you can't help the shriek that leaves your mouth as he continues to tease you.
Summary: Plagued by graphic dreams about the Munson boy, you decided to see if he can make them come true.
Word count: 10.3k
What to expect: Virgin!Eddie Munson. Smut/Lemon. (-18 kindly dni)
A/N: This was supposed to be something short, hot, and fun, but somehow turned into a therapy session. So this is for all my girlies who have suffered bad sex, been robbed of their O's, and made to feel like pleasing them was too much work. I’m very much a long fic kind of gal, so this is a bit of a different speed for me. Let me know if you enjoyed it!
Yes, that is a Selena song title.
It started with a dream where Eddie The Freak Munson made an appearance. You knew who he was. Everyone did. But you never paid him more than a glance or two until your unconscious mind conjured up a peculiar image of his face buried between your legs on top of O’Donell’s desk. At first you couldn’t quite place who it was until he withdrew from you. Even in sleep, you were lucid enough to be shocked that the freak was the one to turn your legs to jelly. He interrupted your thoughts by commanding you to roll on your belly and stick your ass in the air so he could fuck you full right in the middle of the empty math classroom.
After waking up with a sticky situation to remedy, you started to pay more attention to him. Eddie Munson was no longer a loud extra in the backdrop of your day to day life.
Now that he was on your radar, you could spot him anywhere. He towered over almost everyone. Was he always so tall? And kind of built in a scrappy sort of way? You saw him without his jacket once and had the sudden urge to just run your hands up his shirt and feel his lithe abdomen. Maybe even lightly scrape your nails down it just to see the red marks left behind.
Your ogling led to the discovery that he had really nice hands. Even if they were covered with an excessive amount of silver rings that directed the reflection of sunlight from the window into your eyes if you looked his way too long. You wondered if the cheap faux silver turned his thick fingers green, but then forgot to care once you started to wonder what else those fingers could do--if the stretch of them would feel just as good as you dreamt.
You also noticed that he stuck his tongue out a lot. It was like he knew what you dreamt about and was intentionally tormenting you. When he was antagonizing Jason in the cafeteria, you nearly fainted at the sight—tongue so long it nearly reached the bottom of his chin. It didn’t take long for you to imagine yourself sitting on his face, writhing on the wet, flat muscle and thinking about how his nose would probably bump in just the right spot. How you’d love to thread your fingers through the hair at the crown of his head and--
A curiosity soon turned into an obsession. Morning, noon, and night your thoughts were flooded with the boy in the leather jacket. You couldn’t escape him even in your dreams.
You had to have him.
Many hours of the school day were dedicated to coming up with a plan on how to get his attention, but it was more difficult than you hoped. He was always surrounded by people and looked as if he were in the middle of a tirade, which judging by his outburst in the cafeteria—he probably was. Waiting for him to be isolated wasn’t yielding any results, but the thought of going up to him when he was in a group of boys who looked less than welcoming wasn’t what you wanted either.
There was a possibility that Eddie would laugh at you. Turn you into a spectacle and belittle you for asking him out. He was loud, opinionated, boisterous, and quite abrasive if the wrong person approached him. You hoped he wouldn’t do that to you, but you didn’t know him well enough to say for sure.
But then he appeared in another dream that caused a yearning so severe that you decided to risk it all.
He was easy to find in the parking lot after school. As usual, he had some of his friends orbiting around him, though it only seemed to be a few of the younger ones that looked less intimidating than his normal posse. Taking a deep breath to gather your wits, you approached Eddie Munson.
Or at least tried to. The Super senior paid you no mind as you stood beside him. He continued to address the small ring in front of him, not noticing that they were staring at you with open mouths and wide eyes instead of listening to him.
“--You can beg all you like, Wheeler, but the answer is no. Why don’t you ask your buddy ol pal Harrington to get it--what are you all looking at?” Eddie turned to follow their gaze. His face shifted from mild annoyance to confusion as he stared at you.
Losing a bit of your nerve at the way his brown eyes bore into you, you faltered. “H-hey, Eddie.”
His brow furrowed in further uncertainty. “Hi?”
You couldn’t blame him for being uneasy at your sudden attempt at contact, having ignored him for the years you’d been in school together. But it made you second guess yourself all the same. Perhaps the Eddie in your dreams should be the one you focused on.
The thought of Dream Eddie brought on a searing heat that warned your neck and face. If there was even a chance that Eddie in the real world could have the same effect on you that Dream Eddie did, you had to go for it.
Regaining your confidence, you put on a sly smile. “Are you busy tonight?”
Eddie narrowed his eyes at you and tilted his head. “Why?”
Feigning innocence, you shrugged meekly. “Why don’t you invite me over and find out.”
After a few more beats of confusion, something seemed to click in Eddie’s brain as you visibly watched his suspicion turn to understanding. He nodded and snapped his fingers before pointing it at you like a gun. “Right. Forest Hills at nine o’clock?”
All the tension you were carrying in your shoulders melted away. Smiling brightly, you agreed.
——
Nine o’clock seemed to take forever. You spent the time at home pulling out all the stops to make sure that you were ready and presentable. Using the best smelling shampoo and body wash, taking the time to contort in the tub for optimal body hair removal—no matter how much you hated shaving—teeth and tongue scraped to gleam, perfumed body lotion, the only lacy set of bra and panties you owned, and just a small amount of makeup to keep everything smooth.
It had been a while since you had sex, giving up on high school boys completely. The few experiences you had were less than satisfactory, so you decided that getting yourself off was much less of a hassle than dealing with the idiots at school.
Like many of the girls at Hawkins high, you had given your virginity to Steve Harrington. He was sweet, gentle, and took his time opening you up with his fingers before pushing in to you. It was arguably the best night of your life. An orgasm that was provided by someone other than yourself, the giggling, nose kisses, and night full of whispers made you think you were right to choose Steve for your first time. However, as soon as the sun came up, he forgot all about you and moved on to his next conquest.
Things only went downhill from there.
You could feel bile rising in your throat from remembering the way Tommy H flopped around on top of you like he was having a seizure. With all his talk about how great he was in the sack, you were severely disappointed. You couldn’t wait for it to be over with so you could go home and take care of yourself properly. Thankfully, in less than three minutes your prayer was answered.
Then there was Billy Hargrove. He knew how to use his cock, but he was a selfish lover. He didn’t take the time to make sure you were satisfied, and once he was done, that was it. You were to shut up and leave. He made you cum on occasion, but it turned into a bizarre fight because you didn’t ask his permission to do so. You weren’t desperate enough to beg for anything, and for Billy to expect you to beg him to cum when you could achieve it without him…well. Let’s just say you didn’t go back when he brought it up again.
Steve was great but used you. Tommy was terrible and had bad breath. Billy was capable of satisfying you but chose not to. You hoped Eddie would be different.
In your dreams, his attitude varied. Sometimes it was hot and rough, other times it was slow and sensual, and sometimes it was just him worshiping you with words.
As much as you wanted that to be the truth, you were afraid that Eddie in the flesh would disappoint you. Just like the others.
But you tried not to think about it. Instead, you focused on recreating the images your imagination conjured up both in sleep and waking hours. Recalling the way his lips felt on yours. The sting of your scalp when he pulled your hair. The sweet words he’d coo after he made you see stars.
The permanent ache in your belly only intensified the longer you dwelled on your past visions. Before you were even at his place your body was scorching from the inside out, cunt drenched and throbbing, and breathing erratic.
Arousal quickly faded into nervousness as you parked your car next to the familiar van, but you tried to bully it back by taking a few calming breaths before going for gold and knocking on the door.
All that could be heard from the other side was various banging and swearing before the door launched open to reveal Eddie looking quite frazzled.
He held up a few crushed beer cans in his hand and gave a weak smile. “Sorry. Was trying to clean up a bit. Maid took the week off.”
You gave him a small smile. “That’s okay. Can I come in?”
Eddie moved out of the way and bowed low at the waist. “Of course. Castle Munson is yours.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that display as you walked past him. You’d seen him bow his head to girls at school who either ignored his existence completely or scowled at him, but to be on the receiving end of his chivalry was cute.
His castle was anything but. The trailer was small, very cluttered, and was certainly the home to chain smokers as every countertop had a full ashtray on it. Still, it was oddly comforting with the soft glow of the living room lamp, the rows and rows of mugs lining the walls and the collection of baseball caps to compliment them.
You followed him into the tiny kitchen area. “Do you live here alone?” you asked curiously, taking a closer look at the Garfield mug on the counter.
“Uh--no,” Eddie answered, stuffing his hand in the full trash can to stop the pile from overflowing. “My uncle lives here too but he works overnight at the plant.”
Your heart soared at the idea of having the place to yourself for the evening. “So no one will be home tonight?”
“Nope,” he answered, turning his attention to the fridge. “Can I get you a water? Or beer? I think I have some Kool-aid in here if you want that.”
You shook your head, forgetting he couldn’t see you with his face in the depths of the fridge. Perhaps beer would be a good idea to calm your nerves a bit, but then again, you didn’t want to have horrid breath for this.
“No. I’m okay, thanks.”
“Right,” Eddie mumbled. He withdrew from the fridge and clapped his hands together. “So. What can I get you? I’m out of shrooms, but I have a couple of tabs and some weed.”
“Huh?” you questioned, staring at him with confusion.
Eddie looked equally unsure. “That’s what you’re here for, right? Weed?”
You clenched your eyes shut when you realized what he meant. He didn’t exactly pick up what you were putting down earlier.
Maybe it would be better to accept a beer and a joint. Perhaps get to know him better before pouncing on him like a lioness in heat. But the yearning in the core of your belly wasn’t willing to wait.
“Um, no,” you answered awkwardly. You let out a sharp exhale before looking at him again. “I’m here for you.”
He raised his brows. “Me?”
Was there a way to convey this without sounding like a whore? How were you supposed to tell him you wanted to fuck when clearly the thought never crossed his mind?
You supposed you could show him. You took a few steps to close the distance between you, inhaling the scent of him. True, the smell of cigarettes and weed clung to him, but so did the aroma of Old Spice, cologne, and something you could only describe as man. And boy was it intoxicating in the most alluring way to breathe in.
You placed your hands on his leather clad biceps--which were almost heaven to finally touch after weeks of staring--and stood atop the tips of your toes to whisper in his ear. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
Grabbing you by the elbows, he gently pushed you back far enough to be able to look at you.
“Hey, if you don’t have any money, it’s fine. I can just smoke you out,” he frowned. “You don’t have to do any of that.”
No wonder it took him three tries to pass senior year. The guy was really dense. What was it going to take for him to realize you were here to get your back blown out?
Huffing with mild irritation, you leaned away from him and seized the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it carelessly elsewhere.
Eddie’s brown eyes nearly bulged out of his skull as they stared at your lace covered tits. If you weren’t so turned on, you would have laughed at the way his mouth hung open--face frozen in shock. It didn’t even look like he was blinking. Or even breathing for that matter.
“I told you. I came here for you.”
Taking his stunned silence as an opportunity, you crowded his space once again and finally got to live out one of your fantasies: pushing your hands beneath his shirt and feeling the muscles of his abdomen. There were some there, but there was also a little bit of pudge too right at his navel. Lightly gliding your hands upward towards his chest, you leaned to place a small kiss on the side of his throat.
“I’ve had dreams about you,” you said in the best seductive tone you could muster, placing another kiss just a few inches higher on his neck.
His Adam's apple bobbed beneath your lips. “Hua-uhh,” Eddie stammered. “What kind of dreams?”
You smiled to yourself at the crack in his voice. “Oh, I think you know what kind.” You pressed your body flush against his, relishing in the warmth of him and internally cheering at the stiff bulge pressed against your stomach.
Eddie chuckled nervously, his voice much higher than before. “Y-yeah I think I have an idea. Wha--” he cleared his throat in an effort to return his tone to a normal octave. “What happens in them?”
You slid your hands towards his belt loops, hooking your fingers in them and steering him the short way to the couch as you answered. “Which one do you wanna know about? There’s been quite a few. I could tell you about them or—“ you gently pushed off Eddie’s leather jacket from his shoulders, letting it fall before nudging him down onto the lumpy couch. “—I could show you.”
All the air in Eddie’s lungs came out in a huff when he collapsed onto the sofa. Wide eyed he asked, “Is this—is this really happening?”
Taking your time to settle on your knees between his legs, you outlined the tattoo on his forearm, having never noticed it there before. Eddie Munson just became ten times hotter.
“Really happening,” you smirked.
Eddie was nearly panting through his wide open mouth as he watched you undo his belt, button and zipper. The quiet gasps of “h-oh shit” that escaped him only made your confidence grow.
“Cute,” you teased, snapping the elastic waistband of his navy bullfrog boxers.
He may have said something about how they were his lucky pair, but you weren’t listening. The anatomy beneath them was what you were here for, and you couldn’t wait to see it. Wasting not another second, you instructed Eddie to lift his hips and yanked the heavy black denim and boxers to his knees.
Cock slapping against his belly, sticky drops dribbled from the head. Your mouth watered at the sight of it twitching against him in anticipation. It was all you could have hoped for. Thick, long, curved just a little to the right, and with a glistening pink tip—Eddie’s cock was gorgeous.
“Good for you, Munson,” you praised mischievously. It took no time wrapping your hand around the length of him. Heavy, silky smooth, and hot, you gave into the urge and licked a pressured stripe on the underside of his shaft, tracing the protruding vein.
The strangled chortle that emitted from the back of Eddie’s throat only fueled your desire. You could feel your own arousal pooling, more than likely already seeping through the thin fabric of your underwear with how worked up you made yourself earlier. Lifting yourself higher on your knees, you licked the slick slit and relished the salty taste of him before enveloping the entirety of the head with your lips.
Maybe it was weird to be so turned on when giving a blowjob—other girls talked about it like it was a chore and you hated having to do it to Billy. But feeling Eddie’s hairy thighs tremble under your palms, seeing his chest heave as breathy whimpers escaped him, watching his mouth hang open in disbelief with his cheeks sporting a ruddy complexion was enough to make your cunt throb.
Hollowing your cheeks, you lowered your mouth as far as you could without gagging, and pulled back up again to swirl your tongue around the mushroom tip with your fist following close behind.
Eddie huffed and puffed, trying to stutter out half syllables as he writhed in your grasp. Unsure of what to do with his hands, his fingers flexed against the cushions beneath them. He struggled to keep his eyes open—dark lashes fluttering against his pink cheeks with every stroke.
God he was beautiful like this. Why you never thought of him before was a true mystery. Lips pink and plump, strong nose, and eyelashes so long you’d kill for them. Now that you’d seen him blissed out from something you were doing for him—to him—you couldn’t imagine ever going back to ignoring him.
Drunk from the power you clearly had over him and determined to make a lasting impression so this could happen again, you bobbed your head lower and lower, relishing in the smooth glide of his cock against your tongue, opening the back of your throat to accommodate him until you were close enough to bury your nose against the thick dark curls at the base of him.
But Eddie was finally able to gasp out a single word. “S-Stop!”
All the confidence drained from you when you peered at him through your lashes. Eddie panted heavily with his brown eyes wide and glossy, looking as if her were about to cry.
Pulling off of him with a wet pop, you frowned with his dick twitching against your chin. “Is it not good—?”
He quickly shook his head. “Too good. So good I’m gonna bust in two seconds if you don’t slow down,” he answered breathlessly. “Or if you keep looking at me like that. Jesus Christ.”
Your frown deepened at his words. Too busy worrying about your pleasure from devouring him, you didn’t give much thought about what he wanted from this, thinking getting blown was reward enough in itself.
Embarrassed by your selfishness, you decided to make it right.
Ignoring the popping in your knees, you lifted yourself from the carpet to straddle Eddie’s lap, taking extra care to press your clothed core right against his aching cock.
Up close like this you were able to admire his features. Trace his bottom lip with your thumb, the curve of his scratchy jaw. Memorize the pattern of light freckles dusting the bridge of his nose. You outlined that too with the pass of your fingertips, along with the ridge of his deep set Cupid’s bow.
“Sorry,” you said softly, gently swiping the curtain of black bangs to expose his pale forehead.
Eddie blinked. “Huh?”
“For being greedy,” you answered simply.
He chuckled weakly. The corner of his lip ticked in a sideways grin, allowing for a dimple to dent his cheek as you caressed it. “Promise it’s alright, Sweetheart. Just want it to last longer than ten seconds.”
You slowly rocked your hips, letting the sopping cotton of your underwear drag against the hard length pressing so deliciously against you. A sigh rushed out of his parted lips when you moved his hands from the couch cushions and slid them up your body until they rested against the curve of your lace covered breasts.
The audible gulp emitting from his throat made you giggle, but it quickly faded into silence when he kept his hands still. No kneading, squeezing, or massaging. You ceased the roll of your hips.
“You can touch me if you want,” you offered.
Eddie stared at his unmoving hands and licked his lips before his eyes flickered up to yours. “Can I kiss you?”
It was your turn to gape at him. It hadn’t occurred to you that you hadn’t even kissed him during your lust fueled frenzy. Granting permission with a wordless nod of your head, letting him initiate just as he asked.
From your observations of Eddie over the last few weeks, timid is not the word you would use to describe him. However, as his lips gently pressed against yours, that’s all you could think of.
The kiss wasn’t bad, it was just…slow. Gentle. Timid. He made no effort to deepen it--deciding that a few chicken pecks were satisfactory. Eddie also kept his hands frozen on your chest, much to your displeasure.
Trying to relay the urgency of your desire, you took over. Crashing your lips against his, you tried to set the pace. But Eddie couldn’t keep up. He was clumsy, had a little too much spit, and nearly jumped out of his skin when you slid the tip of your tongue against his.
Frustrated, you pulled away from him.
“Are you okay?” you snapped.
Eddie nodded vigorously. “Yeah, I’m fine. Are you okay?”
You didn’t want to crush his spirit and say it was disappointing, but you also wanted more. “You’re just--you’re acting like you’ve never done this before.”
His cheeks deepened into a harsh maroon. “I haven’t.”
Your hands dropped from his face as you stared at him incredulously. “Haven’t what?”
“This!” Eddie shrieked with frustration. He removed his hands from your tits to pull his boxers over his exposed dick. “I haven’t had a chick dream about me! Or storm into my house with her tits out! Or blow me! Or even--”
The realization hit you like a bag of bricks. Shocked, you blurted, “Oh, my god. You’re a virgin.”
Eddie seized his speech mid rant--mouth snapping shut like a gator’s.
This couldn’t be. Eddie? Eddie Munson? He’d been in high school forever and he never had a girlfriend? Not once? The guy who was like nineteen or twenty? Old enough to go to bars and clubs and--didn’t he play in a band? No girls hung around after the show to try and sleep with the band? Especially now that you’ve seen what he was hiding in those tight black jeans of his.
“How?” you gasped, completely by accident.
Frustrated and embarrassed, Eddie snapped. “It just never happened, okay? No one wants to fuck the freak! Except you, I guess,” he added hastily. “But I think I just ruined that.”
True, you never saw a girl hanging around Eddie at school, but you thought it was just because he was into girls outside of the high school scope. His own age, from bars, from people he knew from earlier years at Hawkins High. With how Eddie carried himself--so sure and in your face--the thought didn’t occur to you that he’d never done anything before.
Your shoulders sagged as the full weight of disappointment sank in. If Eddie was a virgin, he wouldn’t have any idea on how to give you what you wanted. Weeks of dreaming about him were just that--The opposite of reality. Fantasies. Falsehood. The type of rush and satisfaction you got from your dreams would not be received here today, and that was almost devastating. Despite his ignorance of the female body, he probably didn’t want you--someone who barely spoke to him before today--to be the one to champion his first time.
You also felt stupid. So fucking stupid for having built up this guy in your head, only to be so very wrong about him. For as big and bad as Eddie Munson tried to make himself, he was currently the epitome of one of Madonna’s greatest hits.
“I’m sorry,” Eddie grumbled bitterly. “Trust me, no one is more disappointed than I am about it.”
Swallowing harshly, you nodded and tried to smile the ache away. “It’s okay. I’m just surprised. But um--I should probably get going--”
Eddie’s face fell into panic. “No!” he shouted loudly, making you jump at the volume. “I mean--you don’t have to go. We can still do whatever you want. If you want.”
Did you still want to? There was the matter of the soreness in your belly that would only get worse the longer you were left unsatisfied, but you didn’t really have the patience for Eddie to try and figure out how to touch you.
You tried to play it off politely. “Don’t you want your first time to be with someone you care about? I wouldn’t want to take that from--”
“Take it!” Eddie interrupted. “Swear, you’ll be making both of our dreams come true.”
It was difficult to argue with that. You were already here with nothing else to do. And after the hell you went through to make yourself presentable for him? You deserved at least something. The image you curated of him was already shattered to bits. Could any further harm be done at this point?
Eddie took the silence of your deliberation as an opportunity to plead his case. Sliding his large hands up your back, he leaned forward to plant a kiss on your collarbone.
“You could teach me,” he said softly before moving his mouth to attend to the curve of your breast. “Show me what you like.”
Now there was an idea. None of the guys you had been with before were virgins, but they also weren’t very knowledgeable on what it took to please you. With Eddie not having any prior experience, it would be easier to get him to do what you needed so you could both enjoy it, instead of him getting off and you having to take care of yourself after anyway.
Twisting your arm behind your back, you unhooked your bra, letting the straps slide down your shoulders. “Only if you promise not to use what I show you on anyone else.”
Eddie licked his lips as he watched the lace drop to fully reveal your breasts. “Wouldn’t dare.” Tentatively, as if he was scared to move too fast, Eddie cupped the soft flesh and lifted.
“They’re heavy,” he said with surprise.
You chuckled. “They can be.” Placing your hands over his, you guided him where you wanted him, and told him to squeeze.
“That doesn’t hurt?” he asked curiously.
You shook your head. “You’re not gonna hurt me, Eddie. Just…do what you want, and I’ll let you know if I don’t like it.”
“What if you do like it?”
Your patience was already thinning. “You’ll know.”
There it was again. That tantalizing tongue of his poking out of the side of his mouth as he finally gave in.
Gripping his shoulders for stability, your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of him kneading your chest. Experimenting with pressure, noting that your breath hitched when he held you a little firmer—the way your head tilted back when he brushed his palms over the pebbled flesh of your nipples. His hands felt just as good as you hoped they would. Maybe even better, as they were rougher than you imagined. The harsh texture in contrast to your smooth skin fueled the fire brewing between your legs. The contented sigh that fell from your parted lips when he rolled them between his fingers. Pinching, tugging, sometimes too hard but he paid attention to your direction, never making the same mistake twice.
When his mouth enveloped the hardened nub, you felt all the breath leave your lungs in a rapid huff as you lurched forward involuntarily from the pulse of pleasure coursing through you.
No one had done that to you before. The most attention your boobs ever got was clumsy groping and a sloppy wet kiss to the tops. Never had anyone swirled their tongue over your nipples, and suddenly you felt very cheated.
“Keep doing that,” you breathed, finally living out another fantasy of threading your finger through his hair at the base of his neck to hold him close. It was softer than it looked--thicker and lush. You wondered what it would feel like tickling the inside of your thighs.
Eddie changed course, going from languid swirls to quick flicks that sent jolts of need through your body. Your hips started to rock on their own accord, gliding your sopping cunt over his cock.
Eddie groaned loudly—the vibrations making you whimper. He dropped his hands from your breasts, ignoring the meek whine of protest from you at the loss of contact, and instead focused on gripping the bare fat of your ass beneath your skirt to move you how he wanted—pulled down flush against him and faster. Your hips sped up to meet his pace, relishing in the way the head of his cock bumped your clit with each pass.
He pulled off of your breast with your nipple gently clenched between his teeth, releasing it with a primal growl. You hoped he would show the same attention to the other side, but instead he directed his mouth to the column of your throat--sucking lightly, nipping and licking his way around.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned. “Makin such pretty noises for me.”
“Y-you can only leave marks--” you began breathlessly, interrupted by a mouth escaping your lips at the feel of him finding that sweet spot at the juncture of your neck. “--if I can mark you.”
Eddie’s response was indecipherable between the grunt that emitted from him, the way his lips latched onto the soft skin of your neck, and whatever he was trying to mumble. The sting of the suction on your throat paired with the vibrations of his failed attempt at speech was becoming too much.
“You’re soaking me, baby,” he moaned. “Feels so fucking good.”
Grip tightening on your ass, his hips bucked into you, causing shockwaves to roll through the tendrils of your nerves. Finally, the ache you’d been suffering from for weeks was going to be cured. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to subsiding the dull burn in the pit of your stomach with each rhythmic roll of your hips against his. Abdominal muscles fluttering, hole clenching around nothing, blood like molten lava through your veins, moaning and panting with abandon--If he felt this good without even being inside you, you couldn’t wait to find out what like it felt like to be filled with him.
You could just reach down, yank your ruined underwear to the side and slide down the length of him, but you couldn’t stop your movements long enough to do so. You were climbing to your peak and fast.
But Eddie beat you to it. As soon as you opened your mouth to tell him you were on the precipice of seeing stars, Eddie gave one--two more rough thrusts as he let out an animalistic growl in the crook of your neck.
Panic set in. “No. No!” you whined to yourself, trying not to lose impending orgasm by continuing to ride him relentlessly, but it was too late. The tingle had already faded too far to get back without having to start all over.
Disappointed, you closed your eyes to prevent tears of frustration from falling and laid your head atop his in defeat.
Eddie didn’t move from your neck. “Goddamn it! I’m sorry,” he panted. “I’m so fucking sorry. You just--it felt so good and I--fuck!”
“It’s okay,” you replied flatly. If you weren’t mere seconds from cumming your brains out, it would have been hot. Getting him so worked up that he couldn’t control himself? Cumming in his frog underwear while he clutched onto for dear life? Literally the subject of your dreams. But with how sore your gut was getting, it was almost cruel to have lost your well earned orgasm so close to the finish line.
Eddie pulled away from you, looking quite dejected with bits of your hair stuck to his wet lips. “It’s not,” he said breathlessly. “Let me make it up to you. Please? I can still make you feel good. Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be good to go.”
He looked so pitiful. Big brown eyes shining at you. Lips pouty. Chest heaving as he pleaded for another chance.
How could you say no to that face? To the offer, really. None of the others would have ever cared that you didn’t get yours, if they even noticed at all.
“Okay,” you answered with a nod. “But, can we go to your room?”
“Yes!” Eddie exclaimed with relief. “Yeah. Uh, let me just--give me a few minutes to clean it up a little.”
You untangled yourself from him and stood to your feet, embarrassed by the stickiness of your thighs. You’d never gotten that wet before, not even by yourself.
“Holy shit!” Eddie laughed, staring at his lap.
You were instantly mortified by the sight. Eddie wasn’t joking--you did soak him. Between your fluids and his, the navy blue boxers were saturated.
Panic fluttered in your chest. He probably thought it was gross. “Sorry, I didn’t mean--”
“Sorry?” Eddie repeated. “Sorry for what? This is--this is fucking hot. I mean, not mine so much, but holy shit.”
You stared at him in disbelief. Eddie was downright…beaming. Eyes kissing in the corners from how large his toothy grin was as he admired your joint handiwork. “You don’t think it’s gross?”
Eddie wiggled his brows. “Lucky boxers just got luckier.”
Huh. That was new too. Mostly that aspect of your body was treated as something to be ashamed of.
“Your room?” you prodded gently.
“Oh! Right.” Eddie pulled his jeans up from his thighs before standing, holding them up to his hips in lieu of buckling them. “Don’t leave!” he shouted as he sprinted down the short hallway.
You chuckled to yourself as he disappeared from sight. Who would have thought Eddie Munson was so…dorky? The image he projected at school and the one you conjured in your head weren’t him at all--Brash, tough, something to be feared or avoided, possibly demented. What a crock. He was goofy. Maybe even sweet. And certainly easier on the eyes than you gave him credit for.
You took the opportunity to find your shirt from the living room floor and try to locate your bra that you threw from the kitchen while Eddie did…whatever he was doing in there. More various banging and swearing emitted from the depths of the hallway that made it sound like he was trying to tear the place down instead of clean it up.
At a closer look of the walls within the Munson home, more than hats and mugs stood out to you. A couple of photos bleached by the sun were tacked to the sheet rock. One showed a large older woman with glasses the size of the moon atop her nose sitting at a wooden table with a handful of cards, a cigarette burning between her fingers, and an expression that you’d bet your life was caused by a winning hand at whatever game she was playing. Another with two little boys in matching coveralls outside a wired fence, both grimacing and squinting to protect themselves from the bright light of the sun. The one next to it was of a girl—who couldn't be older than seventeen—holding a baby with a head full of wild curls, bright wide eyes, grinning proudly to show the two tiny teeth cutting above his gums.
“I know that face,” you grinned, flattening the curled photo against the wall for a better look.
Eddie poked his head through the doorframe. “Did you say something?”
You tapped the picture and took great joy in watching his cheeks pinken at the realization of what you were looking at.
“So you were always cute,” you replied happily.
The color of Eddie’s face rivaled that of a tomato. Watching him become flustered was probably your new favorite thing to do to him. Mean and scary Munson blushing and curling inwards at a compliment? Interesting, indeed.
He cleared his throat and pointed his thumb towards his room. “Do you wanna—?”
Absolutely you did. You followed him with a nod into the small bedroom and took it all in. This was certainly what you expected his room to look like, though if this was the clean version you wondered what it looked like a few minutes ago. He did make the bed at least. Posters and drawings that looked like they were cataloged straight from hell lined the walls. Monsters, demons, skeletons, witches—some printed, painted, and hand drawn. The dresser and desk were covered with stuff. Tools, magazines, ashtrays, were those bullet shells? And a light blue box of condoms topped with a thin layer of dust.
You inspected the obviously unopened box and held back giggles. “Don’t Think we should use these. They expired in September of 1982.”
Horrified, Eddie snatched the package from your hand and stammered, “My uncle—when I started high school.” He gulped, comically tossing the offending material over his shoulder into the abyss. “He thinks he’s funny.”
His attention immediately went to your still bare chest, eyes boring into it like he could see the future through your tits. Suddenly feeling quite awkward and self conscious, you crossed your arms to hide yourself from him, unsure of what to do next.
“You’re pretty overdressed,” you pointed out. While you were only down to stringy lace underwear and a black skirt, Eddie wasn’t missing any clothing.
Breaking from his trance, Eddie scrambled fast as lightning to pull his shirt over his head, accidentally snagging a fistful of his hair along with it causing him to hiss. It was so difficult not to laugh, watching him scamper to free himself of his jeans, but when he stood to his full height in nothing but his ruined boxer shorts, you took a step closer to admire his body.
He was certainly taller than you—your eyes only meeting the middle of his tattooed chest. There was more ink there too. A horrible looking skull. A spider. A dagger with some sort of weird writing on it. But it was all so fitting of him. The black dye complimented his alabaster skin nicely.
As did the shadow of muscles on his abdomen. He was a lot more built than you thought he was under those layers of leather and denim. He wasn’t big enough for the football team, but he would probably do well in soccer with those long legs of his.
Toying with the guitar pick that dangled from his necklace, you looked up at him from your lashes. “You should probably kiss me.”
Eddie swallowed hard at the suggestion, making you grin a little at how nervous he still seemed to be despite being in nothing but his underwear.
But he didn’t kiss you. Not yet. The way his big brown eyes were raking over you, like he could see through your very soul, made you shrink a little under the strength of his gaze. But he had a sweet smile stretched across his lips--the kind that let his dimples dent his cheeks.
“You really are good lookin’,” you blurted.
Eddie chuckled softly, gently moving the loose strands of hair out of your face with his thumb. “You’re gorgeous.” He moved his hand to caress your cheek, the other delicately tracing up the back of your arms with only the pads of your fingertips, sending shivers down your spine at the featherlight touch.
This kind of attention was something new. Something you hadn’t experienced before except for maybe with Steve, but the betrayal you felt after he ignored you once he got what he wanted left you bitter. Other experiences weren’t as…intimate. Gentle. Soothing, even. And you felt a tad bit guilty for coming on to Eddie so strongly, knowing full well what it was like to only be used for your body.
This was his first time doing anything ever with a girl. And while yes, you were desperate to get some sort of relief from the horrible tension in your stomach, you were enjoying Eddie’s sincerity. That’s what it had to be, right? He wasn’t like Steve with an ulterior motive--Eddie knew he was going to have you. And he decided to be sweet anyway.
You took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his slim waist, holding him close in a tight hug. He was so warm. Radiating heat that you gladly absorbed, taking in a breath as you pressed your cheek against his sternum. “You’re not what I thought you’d be like,” you admitted shamelessly.
Eddie returned the gesture, pressing your bare chest into his as close as he could--scratchy palms sliding up and down your back--occasionally clutching the soft curves. “And what’s that? Mean and scary?”
“Yeah,” you chuckled, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach that came to life when he kissed the crown of your head. “I’d thought you’d be…rough. Maybe a little mean. Domineering.”
With your face buried in his torso, you didn’t see Eddie frown or furrow his brows. “Is that what you like?”
You took some time to think before answering. “I don’t know what I like, Eddie. No one’s ever asked,” you sighed. And it was true. With your limited encounters, you didn’t have good concrete data on what did it for you. Billy was what you accused Eddie of being, and you could count on one hand the amount of times you actually enjoyed yourself, only to be reprimanded for it later.
Eddie’s grip tightened, and he peppered a few more kisses atop your head, temples, and the edge of your hairline. Each one making your heart flutter faster and the heat in your cheeks rise. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. I know what I liked in my dreams,” you added thoughtfully. “We could always give it a shot. If you want to, I mean.”
Eddie pulled away just enough to lock eyes with you--tilting your head up further with the knuckle of his index finger. “I’d sure as shit love to, but you gotta know, I’m not him. Whoever you’ve been dreaming about. I mean, I already disappointed you with being--you know.” Eddie gulped, lightly nibbling at the edge of his bottom lip.
You placed a quick peck onto the corner of his mouth, and another on the other side. “I know. You don’t have to be anyone or anything. Just you. I’m sorry if I’ve made you think otherwise.”
Eddie nodded, the edge of his lip ticking up into a fragment of a smile. “Still want me then? I’ll still die a very happy man if you change your mind.”
“Oh, I still want you, Eddie Munson,” you chuckled heartily.
“Well then,” Eddie grinned, removing your hands from behind his back and bringing your knuckles to his lips for a quick kiss. “You shall have me.”
You couldn’t stop giggling. Giggling for god’s sake. It was so cheesy. Such a bad line. If anyone else had said it, you probably would have snorted and rolled your eyes. But Eddie? Something about him made it work--the way his eyes practically sparkled or the fact that he just kissed the tops of your hands like some Victorian Royal. Why hadn’t you paid any attention to him before? You could almost kick yourself for believing what everyone else said about him instead of finding out for yourself. But you were here now, and didn’t want to waste anymore time. You wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing his face down to be able to catch him in a kiss.
This time was better. Instead of rushing him, you let him set the pace--take the lead--let him be the one to decide if and when he wanted to deepen the kiss. You followed his movements, moving with him and trying to give pointers with your own body language when things got a little…lost. The longer it went, the more his confidence grew. Languid licks into your mouth turned into more adventurous tugging at your bottom lip. And before long, you were on the bed with Eddie hovering over you--skirt and underwear cast aside somewhere in the chaos of his room.
Body practically searing, you held your breath as Eddie traced his fingertips over the soft expanse of your belly. Normally self consciousness of how you looked would cloud your mind with doubt—stretch marks, the size and shape of your abdomen—but with how Eddie gazed at you with a slack jaw and brown eyes almost pleading, you forgot to think too much about it.
“Can I touch you?” he asked carefully, rubbing his large palm against your stomach.
Though you were glad Eddie cared enough to ask permission, you were becoming increasingly impatient as lust clouded your mind. “I might kill you if you don’t,” you answered with a huff.
Eddie licked his lips and spared a glance between your legs. You let your knee drop further, inviting him to explore. He slid his palm down to slide his fingers along your sticky slit. A sigh of relief rushed from your lips at the contact, and your hips instinctively followed his fingers for more.
His eyes clenched shut as he groaned through parted lips. “Oh, fuck. You’re so wet.”
“It’s cause of you,” you praised, threading your fingers in his hair and holding his forehead to yours once again. “You did this to me.”
Eddie audibly gulped, unable to both carry on a conversation and focus on his fingers at the same time. He was being too delicate for your liking, barely able to feel the brush of his fingertips. Desperate to help, you put your hand over his, showing him how you wanted to be touched.
“Like this,” you said, adding more pressure against his middle finger as he traced the path from your entrance to your clit, breath hitching at the tingling sensation when he reached it.
“And just--” your pressed his fingers harder against you, showing him just how you liked to be rubbed. You tried to tell him he could switch it up between small circles or figure eights, but the only thing that came out of you were little squeaks of appreciation. The callus of his fingertips against the delicate flesh there was hypnotizing to say the least.
“That’s good?” he questioned with a furrowed brow.
The circular ministrations he applied to your clit kept you from doing anything other than nod dumbly. But that seemed to be acceptable to Eddie, whose lips twisted into a lopsided grin.
You moved your grasp from his hand to find purchase on his forearm instead. His half lidded eyes stayed focused on yours. “Can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” he admitted.
You wanted to tell him you were getting a hell of a lot out of it too, but again, words failed you. Instead, you settled for a breathy “Mhm” and let yourself get lost in his touch.
Within a few minutes, Eddie got more spontaneous. He moved his attention back down to your hole, keeping the heel of his palm right where you wanted. You were surprised when he teased your entrance with his finger without being prompted, but enjoyed the attention nonetheless. When you answered his raised brow with a nod, the delightful stretching around his thick finger paired with the friction on your sensitive button was nothing short of relief. You greedily took what he gave you, rocking your hips steadily to set the pace you wanted from him, and he happily obliged. Swiftly gliding his finger in and out with calculated compression against your clit.
“Yes,” you cooed with a heaving chest. “Jus-just like that.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, hot breath fanning against your face. “Fucking yourself on my fingers. Jesus Christ.”
He never took his eyes away from yours. You wanted so desperately to kiss him, but somehow this was far more intimate. Noses nudging against each other, lips barely brushing to breath in every whine he coaxed out of you. He was so gorgeous like this. Brown eyes dark and hazy, pouty lips open in a silent ‘O’ as his brow furrowed in concentration. He made pretty noises too, panting and groaning along with you like it felt just as good to him.
But it wasn’t enough.
“Eddie,” you whimpered, grip tightening on his forearm. “Eddie, I need you.”
“‘M right here.”
Shaking your head, you moved your grasp from his arm to his cock. “Need you. Inside.”
All of his movements ceased. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. “Really? Like now?”
“Yes, now!” you whined.
“Right! Sorry! Just can’t--really can’t believe this is about to happen,” he babbled. He made quick work of getting rid of his boxers before adjusting himself properly. He was heavy, but in a way that brought you comfort as he draped his body over yours and caged your head between his forearms. Both breathing heavily from exhilaration, you took a second to revel in the moment.
“Holy shit!” he laughed.
Brushing the long waves behind his ear, you nodded and leaned up just enough to press a tender kiss to his plump lips.
Eddie couldn’t contain his excitement. He moved from your lips, you kissing all over your face before settling for sloppy opened mouth kisses dotting a path from your collarbone up to that mind numbing spot at the juncture of your neck. As soon as his teeth scraped against it, you squeezed his hips with your knees, the craving for him only intensifying. The feel of his breath on your neck, hair tickling your chin and cheek, the weight of his chest pressing against yours was all too dizzying.
“Need you,” you whimpered against his cheek. You dipped your hand between your bodies to grab his length and poise it at your entrance.
Eddie groaned at the desperation in your demand. Sliding the head of his cock between your drenched folds, the torture of him being so close was getting to be too much. Your body jolted with every bump of his cock against your swollen bud. You were getting impatient, and needed him to be inside already.
“Eddie, please,” you begged.
Breathing raggedly, Eddie obliged. He pushed himself in with you guiding him, emitting a groan of satisfaction that rumbled from the depths of his chest. Yours was just as loud as you felt him slide into you, walls stretching with that delicious bite to consume him completely.
As soon as he reached his end, a simultaneous breath of relief flowed between both of you. It was almost intoxicating being so full of him. It didn’t seem like you could feel anything else but him, both inside and out, and you were deliriously addicted to it. You tangled your fingers into the curls of hair at the nape of his neck and yanked him down to meet your lips and a hungry kiss. You wanted him to understand just how much you wanted him. Greedy, sloppy, and feverish—you put all your unbridled desire into curling your tongue around his, roughly nipping his bottom lip.
Breathing heavily, Eddie pulled away. “It’s okay?”
You nodded vigorously, almost begging him with the look in your eye to please give you what you wanted. “You can move.”
Inching back, the slow drag of his cock between your tight walls was enough to arch your back, already missing the feel of engulfing him completely. But when he snapped his hips forward in a powerful thrust, you couldn’t help the wanton moan that escaped your lips.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
You hummed in response, unable to formulate more of a reply than that. Even if he didn’t know what he was doing yet, being stuffed full of him was already a relief of its own.
He experimented with pace and tempo. It took some time for him to find a rhythm that was to your liking. You didn’t want to be too bossy or demanding, so you kept your queues limited to directing his hips with your hands—subtly maneuvering him until you found just the right motion that made your head flop back onto the pillows. It was his first time after all, and you didn’t want him to lose confidence with constant redirection.
“There!” you gasped once he found the spot you could never reach on your own. “Right there, baby.”
“Yeah?” Eddie grunted back. His hips rutted into yours in a steady, fast paced rhythm that kept you bucking into him for more. It was too good to not keep chasing the sensation of him gliding into you with each forceful pump of his cock.
Whatever he was hitting seemed to also be the off switch to your brain. All thoughts were erased from your mind in an instant, only leaving behind an instinctual need for more.
“Yeah,” you repeated, no longer in control of the words falling from your lips. “Yes. Yes!”
He dropped his chest down further, sweat slicked skin sliding against yours as he devoured your breathy moans in a heated kiss. You practically shouted at the new pressure of his pelvis grinding against your clit. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and locked your ankles together to keep him right where you wanted.
“So fucking perfect,” he said thrkigh gritted teeth. “Look so pretty taking my cock.”
Normally dirty talk would have been another eyeroll and possibly get rid of any sexual desire you had. But it was another thing Eddie would get away with. It could be because of how grateful he looked when he said it, or because he felt so good inside you that you couldn’t care less what came out of his mouth so long as he kept his hips moving.
You couldn’t get enough of him—wanting to feel every inch he had to offer. You held him close, letting your hands roam around the expanse of his back. Feeling every ripple his muscles that appeared with each contraction of his torso. The ridges of his ribs. The dent of the dimples on his lower back. The soft fat of his cute little ass that you pressed harder against you to get him as deep as you could.
And there it was. The perfect combination of pressure, speed, and depth.
“Eddie,” you gasped against him. “Eddie, don’t stop,” you pleaded breathlessly. “God, don’t stop.”
He drove into you harder, rewarded with the deafening sound of the headboard clashing against the wall. It was all getting to be too much for Eddie. The squealing of the old mattress springs, your cries of pleasure and death grip your hot, slick walls had on his cock, the bounce of your tits slapping against his chest all were causing his abdomen to contract in a way that could only mean one thing.
“I’m close,” he warned loudly, hips faltering a little.
Instinctively, your legs clenched tighter around him. You didn’t want to lose it. Not again. Not knowing it would just leave you frustrated and sore. “I’m almost there,” you announced. You weren’t far off, but not quite there yet. “Just a little bit more, baby, please.”
Eddie gritted his teeth and willed himself to hold it, losing both the battle and his mind with each high pitched mewl that escaped the back of your throat, each plea to not stop as you hurdled toward your release.
The hair on your arms started to stand on edge as the tingling goosebumps erupted across your naked skin. As soon as the tight coil in the pit of your belly ruptured, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body, you lost your vision. Did you black out? You couldn’t say. The only thing you could hear was the roar of blood coursing through your ears. The only sensation you could identify as you convulsed around Eddie was the tingling that radiated through every nerve you possessed. The only word you could pronounce between wails and blissful sobs was “Eddie!”
Finally. After weeks of dreaming, you had Eddie Munson. After a year or so of solo ventures, you had an orgasm that wasn’t by your own hand. After years of bad to mediocre sex, you had the best climax of your life. At fucking last.
When your body went completely boneless and released Eddie from the vice grip your legs had on him, he abandoned his post and collapsed next to you in a breathless, wheezing heap.
You found Eddie’s sweaty hand and laid yours atop it. He flipped it over and interlaced his fingers with yours, clutching tightly. A nonverbal way to say “I’m still here.”
Minutes ticked by as you tried to float back into your body. Eddie’s popcorn ceiling was all you could focus on while your heart stopped pulsing so hard against your face to where you could physically see the rapid beating. And when your lungs stopped screaming for air, you turned your head to see Eddie still struggling to breathe.
“Shit, I gotta quit smoking,” Eddie wheezed.
You giggled and watched as he placed sloppy kiss on the back of your hand. “Glad you think that’s funny,” he jested.
“Want me to get you some water?” You offered, trying to supress your giggles at his red and sweaty face.
He shook his head. “I’ll get us both some in a second.”
You pushed yourself up on your elbow, your hand still tangled with his, and placed your chin on his chest. “Did you cum?”
“Oh hell yeah!” Eddie answered eagerly. “Hard not to when there’s a hot chick screaming my name.”
You hid your face by burying it in his chest, concerned about what you said and how you sounded.
As if he could hear your thoughts, Eddie tapped the top of your head until you reluctantly looked at him. “So fucking hot. Wouldn’t change a thing. C’mere.”
You obliged, crawling up Eddie’s chest and meeting him in a smooch. A quick peck turned into two. Into three. Into one long kiss that stole what little breath you regained.
A sudden sense of dread settled in your stomach when you watched the way Eddie’s eyes raked over you. You could clearly see adoration. Appreciation. Glee. And while the look on his face should have brought you comfort and ease, anxiety took hold. Steve looked at you the same way, and that was a ruse. What if this turned out to be the same? Eddie could easily kick you to the curb now that he got what he wanted. It’s what all men did, isn’t it?
Nervously, you began to fiddle with one of the rings on his fingers. “You know, there’s one part of my dreams that I hope comes true.”
Eddie raised his brow. “Do tell.”
“You don’t forget me in the morning.”
Eddie snorted. “Sweetheart, I’m never going to forget you. Even when I’m old and in the corner of some nursing home, I’ll always remember this night.”
“That’s not what I mean, Eddie,” you said sadly. “I don’t want you to act like this never happened or ignore me.”
Eddie’s smile slid from his face, an expression of concern replacing it. “I’m not gonna do that. I’d invite you to spend the night—shit, the whole damn weekend—but I didn’t wanna scare you. Come off creepy or whatever.”
Your abdomen felt lighter. “You mean it?”
He kissed your forehead with a wet, loud smack. “I should have told you—when I said you have me, I meant it. I am your ever faithful, humble servant.”
Those damn giggles returned. “Then I suppose I’ll keep you, so long as you’ll have me.”
The rest of the night was better than you could have ever imagined. After a shower that left you covering in half a dozen hickies or more, You both talked about everything that came to mind, often getting sidetracked and falling down other rabbit holes of stories before looping back to the initial thought that started it all. Eddie let you see some of the most vulnerable parts of himself, and in turn, you showed him those parts of you. Before you knew it, the front door of the trailer slammed shut, announcing the arrival of the eldest Munson.
Eddie grabbed his alarm clock and showed you the angry red numbers.
You gasped at the time. “Six in the morning?! Eddie, we’ve been up all night!”
He tossed the clock carelessly onto his nightstand, not at all looking concerned when it crashed to the floor. “Stop being interesting for five minutes so we can go to sleep.”
You rolled your eyes at him, but snuggled closer into his chest. This is where you wanted to be. Warm, held, and adored.
Though he wasn’t at all what you dreamt of, Eddie Munson was indeed a dream come true.
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Tagging those who responded to the feelers post and those who have been putting up w me the entire writing process! ❤️
what about this: reader is on what they thought was an innocent facetime call with andrew garfield spider-man but it turns out he's 'secretly' been jacking off 🙊🙊
contrary to popular belief, I do indeed respond to my asks 😋
nah, but actual, lovely request, and I’ve been thinking about this one for a while, soo hope you like it ♥️
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(andrew) peter parker x fem!reader
warnings: male and female masturbation, phone sex, squirting, that’s like it
“And get this, he spilled coffee on me then yelled at me for trying to leave to clean it up.” She rambled on, lying on her left side as she spoke to her boyfriend.
“Pete? You listening to me?” She muttered, flipping around to lay on her stomach, holding her phone under her.
“Mhm, always do, sweetheart.” She heard his out of breath voice from her phone, furrowing her brows at the sound of it.
“You okay, Pete? You don’t sound too well.” She spoke worriedly.
Suddenly he moved the phone to in front of his face, which was flushed red. “I’m fine, babe. Promise.”
“You don’t look well, either. Are you sick?” She groaned. “I told you just because you’re Spider-Man doesn’t mean you can be out late at night during winter when it’s raining-“
“I-I’m not sick, baby.” He shook his head, his fluffy hair bouncing.
“Well, what’s wrong with you?” She asked, pouting slightly.
“Nothin’. Nothin’s wrong.” He shook his head again making her huff and bury her head into her pillow.
“Hey, hey, baby. Don’t stop talking, ‘kay? Keep going.” He mumbled, his voice sounding slurred, and when she looked back at her phone only his neck was visible due to his head being thrown back.
“Pete.” She whined and she heard him mutter ‘fuck’ under his breath. “What’s wrong?”
He groaned, chewing on his bottom lip before he looked back at the screen, his brown eyes hazy.
“You sure you wanna know?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.
She nodded enthusiastically, attentively looking at her phone screen.
He swallowed harshly before moving his phone down to around hip level.
Her jaw dropped as she saw his veiny hand wrapped around the base of his dick pop up on her screen.
“Pete.” She muttered breathlessly.
“Shit- yeah, Princess?” He groaned loudly, her eyes going wide when she saw his hand start to move up and down, his thumb running over the tip of his dick.
“You- you’re jerking off.” She whispered, trying to pull her eyes away from the sight but she couldn’t.
“Mhm. To the sound of your voice, baby. Been too long since I’ve had you wrapped around me.” He groaned out, a bead of pearly precum dribbling down the length of his cock.
“Pete.. have- have you done this before?” She whispered, holding back the urge to slide a hand down and into her pyjama shorts.
“Mhm” he groaned out, his hand moving even faster. “That okay, babe?”
She whimpered, hearing the loud squelching of his hand around his dick and watching as the tip of his cock got redder and the veins got more prominent. “Yeah.. yeah, it’s okay.” She whispered out, her mouth salivating.
His pearly teeth bit into his pink bottom lip. “Baby, touch yourself. You know you want to.” He spoke lowly, his hips thrusting into his fist.
She whimpered and nodded, moving the camera down to hip level, just like how he has it, and wiggled her pyjama shorts off, leaving her in an oversized shirt (that belonged to Peter) and light pink panties that had a dark patch at her entrance.
He groaned, seeing the wet patch on her panties, his hand moving even faster around his dick. "Fuck, you're so fucking wet."
"All for you." She whined out, propping her phone up with a pillow so the could use both hands to pull her panties down, throwing them somewhere in the room.
"Shit, look at that. Fuckin' cunt fluttering around nothing, huh? Bet you want my cock, right?" He spoke lowly, taking his hand off his dick to lightly roll his balls in his hand, staving off his impeding orgasm.
She whined, nodding her head and running her index finger through her folds, tracing her slit as her arousal practically dripped down onto her bedding.
"Stick a finger inside your pretty pussy for me, yeah?" He grumbled, his hand wrapping back around his dick.
She whimpered and followed his orders, circling her entrance with her middle finger before easing inside of her, a sharp moan escaping her lips.
“There ya go.” He groaned, his eyes fixed on her finger as it disappeared inside of her pussy, his hand movements speeding up.
She whined, curling her finger up inside of her, her other hand playing with her clit.
“That’s its princess. Keep fucking yourself. Imagine it’s me, yeah? Stick another finger inside your pretty cunt, baby.” He groaned out, his hips bucking up to meet the movements of his hand.
She whimpered, moving her ring finger to join her middle finger in her movements inside of her.
His voice faded out in her ears as the white hot pleasure built in her lower stomach.
“Pete- Petey!” She whined out, her eyebrows furrowing.
“What? You’re gonna cum already? Fuck, desperate, aren’t you?” He groaned, tilting his head back for a second before looking back at his phone screen.
“Mhm!” She whined, feeling her arousal drip down her ass cheeks and onto the her sheets even more.
“Fuck, yeah, cum for me, baby. Gush around those fingers.” He grumbled, feeling his thighs tense as his own orgasm approached.
She whimpered, her fingers rubbing her clit faster as her legs shook and she threw her head back into the pillows, a large gush of liquid exiting her body and a shaky moan exiting her body.
He groaned in response, biting his lip as the camera on her end got blurry, her squirt covering her phone. His hand tightened around the base of his cock as he also came, closing his eyes as his cum covered his stomach, chest, and hand.
She whimpered, taking her fingers out of her pussy and looking at her phone, her eyes widening as she used her (his) shirt to wipe off her phone screen so it wasn’t covered in her squirt anymore.
“So, baby, what happened after your boss yelled at you?” He asked lazily, bringing his phone back up to his flushed face, staring at her through the phone.
okay, this is finally part 2 for ‘Bread, Croissants, and a Date’
thank you all for your amazing comments about parts 1 ♥️♥️ love you all so much
Bread, Croissants, and a Date
Part 2
simon riley x fem!reader smut
summary: reader misses simon while he’s away for work, so she decides to show him, just how much she missed him when he comes back
warnings: smut obviously, i have no idea how cats act bc i’ve never owned one so all those cat lovers, have fun reading my abomination of writing how a cat is (yes, this deserves a warning), loads of consent (like a lot), oral (f receiving), a bit of overstim, unprotected sex, way longer than i thought it was gonna be
Simon quietly closed the door behind him, his eyes darting to the clock in the room as he locked the door.
3:12 it read. In the morning.
He groaned quietly as their small white cat ran over to them, scratching at his shoe.
“What’re you still doing up, huh? Protecting mama, yeah?” He asked quietly, picking up the cat as she purred.
He scratched her back for a few seconds before it started scratching at him, begging in it’s silent cat language to release her. “Yeah, yeah, okay.” He mumbled, putting the cat back down onto the hardwood flooring, watching as it ran away to her cat tree.
He scoffed, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ hates me.” He grumbled, taking off his boots and peeling his balaclava off, going to throw it on the couch before he saw his girlfriend of a year, laying there, sleeping soundly, wearing a jumper that belonged to him and comfy shorts.
He quietly walked over, sitting down in the armchair next to the couch, staring at her as she slept, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair.
“Missed you, lovie.” He whispered, swearing under his breath when her eyes started fluttering open and she turned around, squinting up at him.
“Si?” She mumbled sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
“Hey, sweetheart. Sorry for waking you up.” He muttered, still playing with her hair.
As soon as he spoke, she sat up and jumped on him like she wasn’t sleeping a few moments ago, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
“Missed you so much, Si.” She mumbled into his neck, sniffling a bit.
He rubbed her back, closing his eyes and whispering reassuring words to her as he felt tears against his neck.
They stayed in that position for a few minutes, just hugging one another after around 2 months of being apart.
She pulled back slightly to look at his face, stroking it with her thumbs, one of them going to his cheekbone where a small cut was.
“What’s this?” She mumbled, pressing a small kiss to the cut.
“Nothing, lovie. I’m okay.” He spoke softly, rubbing her back still.
She exhaled and nodded, leaning forward to press her soft lips against his. He groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping his waist and eyes immediately closing.
“Fuck, missed the taste of you, sweetie.” He mumbled into her mouth, his large hands gripping her waist as his rough and chapped lips and her soft and plump lips melded together.
She whimpered into his lips, the thin material of her shorts not doing much to create a barrier between her pussy and the harsh material of his cargo pants.
He furrowed his brows as he felt her hips moving on his, pulling away from the kiss slightly. “Honey.. what’re you doin’?” He mumbled, gripping her hips to stop them from moving.
“Want you.” She whimpered, trying to kiss him again.
“Sweetie.. stop.” He muttered, moving away from her, dodging her lips. “Think about what you’re saying, lovie.”
“I know what I’m saying; want you. Wanna be wrapped around you.” She whined, her face moving to his neck.
He groaned quietly, a bulge forming in his trousers. “Sweetie.. you can’t.. you can’t say stuff like that.” He muttered, his eyes fluttering as he felt her grind on him again, but he didn’t stop her this time.
“Why? I want you. Want you inside me.” She mumbled, her hands gripping his shoulders.
“Wait- wait, honey.” He muttered. “You- you know what you’re saying, right? This is a big deal. I don’t want your first time to be at 3 in the morning. I want it to be special for you.”
“It will be special, Si. It will be. Because it’s with you.” She mumbled against his neck.
He exhaled and nodded. “You sure, honey?” He asked, his hands going to grip her ass.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Want you so bad, Simon.” She mumbled.
He groaned under his breath before standing up with her in his arms and walking towards the stairs, carrying her to their bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him, not wanting them to be interrupted by their cat.
Hs softly placed her down on the bed, flicking on the lamp on one of the nightstands.
“Hey, pretty girl.” He mumbled, hovering over her, his hand playing with her hair.
“Hi, Si.” She giggled softly, looking up at him.
He smiled up at her before moving down to be in between her legs, his hands playing with the cotton of her shorts.
“You’re sure about this, love?” He asked softly, his fingers slowly tugging at the waistband of her shorts.
“I’m sure, Si. Was thinking about it the whole time you were gone.” She muttered, chewing on her lips as he pulled down her cotton shorts, his thumb immediately going to touch the wet patch on her panties.
“Yeah?” He grinned up at her. “You touch yourself?” He asked lowly, leaning forward to press a short kiss to her clit through her panties.
Her hips bucked as he did so, her hands going down to grip the bedsheets.
“I asked you a question, lovie.” He spoke again, pressing another kiss in the same spot, his thumb softly rubbing against her entrance through her panties.
“I- I did.” She mumbled, her eyes clenching shut, a look of pure embarrassment on her face.
“That’s okay, sweetie.” He mumbled, keeping his tone cool even though he was freaking out inside at the thought of her touching herself as his hips were practically grinding on the bed. “Woulda loved to see it. Maybe you can show me some time, yeah?” The thought of that made Simon want to bust right then and there.
She let out a high pitched moan, her head nodding and hips bucking against his face.
“Relax, sweetie.” He mumbled against the cotton of her panties. “Just relax.” His voice was a soothing whisper as his fingers went to play with the elastic of her panties. “Can ya take my jumper off, sweetie? Wanna see you.”
She nodded her head, chewing on her lip as she sat up slightly and grabbed the hem of the jumper, pulling it over her head, revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath it.
He immediately let out a groan at the sight of her bare torso. She continued chewing on her lip, seeing and hearing his reaction. She nervously covered her chest with her hands, looking down at the bed.
“No, no, honey. Don’t cover up. Wanna see you.” He grumbled, moving up from in between her legs to sit next to her, his hands going to her arms, holding them as they covered her chest.
She looked up into his eyes, the dim lighting of the lamp casting a light yellow glow over them.
“Please?” He begged, looking at her with sparkling, dark brown eyes.
She continued chewing on her lip before she dropped her arms, showing off her chest once more.
He groaned again, biting his lip as he stared at her chest. He quickly grabbed her waist and picked her up, propping her up on his lap, she she was straddling his hips and facing him, her tits practically in his face.
His head went to her neck, inhaling her scent, his large hands gripping her waist. He peppered small kisses all over her neck, sucking a few small hickeys into the soft skin. His hands slowly trailed up her body to brush over his ribs, then splaying them across her chest, his thumbs resting on her nipples, making her bite her lip and moan softly.
“Si-.” She whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut.
He propped her up even more before leaning down and attaching his lips to one of her nipples, sucking and licking it.
She moaned even louder, her hands going to grip his blond hair as he licked and sucked at her nipple, his eyes closed as if he was feasting on her.
“So gorgeous. Taste so good.” He groaned into her chest, his hands gripping her waist.
She whimpered, burying her head into his hair, clenching her teeth together as he moved to the other nipple, sucking on it.
After a few moments of him paying all his attention to her chest, he finally pulled her away and flipped them around, so she was on her back, laying beneath him on the bed.
She gasped softly, looking up at him wide with eyes.
“My beautiful princess.” He mumbled, playing with a strand of her hair as he hovered over her. He ran his hand over her almost bare body, until it stopped on her panties. “I’m gonna take these off, okay?” He mumbled to her, pressing kisses on her cheek.
She nodded, biting her lip softly. “Words princess. And stop biting your lip, you’re gonna make it bleed.” He mumbled, pulling her bottom lip out from under her teeth with his thumb.
“Please. Please take them off.” She mumbled, her hands going to rest on his cargo military gear on his chest.
He smiled into her cheek, kissing it before tugging on her panties and taking them off.
His fingers immediately went to press against her folds softly, rubbing her clit with his thumb.
She whimpered, chewing on her lip before she mumbled out: “Can- can you take your clothes off too, please?”
He smiled at her before he nodded, his hands peeling off his camo jacket, leaving him in a tight, black tank top and cargo pants.
She inhaled deeply, her hands reaching up to run over his torso, tracing the intricate details of his tattoos on his left arm before moving down to the waistband of his pants, untucking the tight tank top and pulling it over his head.
He grinned down at her as her hands rubbed his now bare chest, his own hands going down to unbutton his cargo pants, unzipping them. He tugged them down his legs, practically throwing them across the room, only leaving him in his boxers, that had a visible bulge in them.
Her jaw almost dropped at the sight of the large bulge in his black boxers. “Si.. I don’t- I don’t think you’ll fit.” She mumbled, her mind going 200 miles per hour.
“I’ll fit, lovie.” He mumbled back, leaning down to kiss her neck softly.
“I don’t think it will.” She stuttered out, her hands reaching up to rest on his back.
“I’ll be okay.” He whispered, reaching down to take off his boxers too, making her eyes snap down when she heard the quiet slap of his dick hitting his stomach, making her jaw actually drop this time.
“Si, it won’t fit, I know it.” She muttered, her eyes glued to his dick.
“You want me to stop, honey? We don’t have to do anything tonight.” He spoke into her ear, his tone soft and loving, his large hand stroking her stomach.
She looked up at him, gazing into his eyes for a few moments before she shook her head. “No, I want to do it.” She inhaled shakily.
“You sure?” He asked softly, making her nod enthusiastically.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He smiled down at her before moving down to be in between her legs once again, pressing kisses against her thighs, making sure to pay extra attention to the stretch marks, freckles, and moles that scattered across the expanse of her thighs, slowly getting closer to her pussy that was practically dripping wet.
He inhaled deeply before sticking his tongue out and licking up the slit of her pussy making her immediately let out a shaky moan, gripping his hair.
He moaned into her in response, his crooked nose softly brushing against her clit as he got closer to her pussy, his hands gripping her thighs, burying his head in between her thighs.
“Taste so good.” He moaned into her, making her legs shake from the vibration, his tongue thrusting in and out of her leaking hole.
Her back arched as his nose pressed into her clit, his lips and tongue attached to her entrance.
“Si.. Si, I feel close already.” She whined, gripping his hair.
He didn’t respond, he only gripped her thighs tighter and threw them over his shoulders, burying his face even more into her.
“Oh, please!” She whined out, her legs shaking and body convulsing as she came all over his face.
She expected him to stop and move away, but he just stayed latched to her, swiping his tongue up and down her pussy, moving his attention to her clit.
She let out a shaky whimper, her hands gripping the bed sheets as he stuck his middle finger inside of her.
“Si-Simon!” She moaned out.
He hummed into her, curling his finger up to press against a spot inside her that made her vision go white, eyes roll into the back of her head, and cum over his face again.
“Mm, so sensitive.” He mumbled against her, his mouth making a slurping sound as he licked and sucked on her.
“Oh, God, Simon!” She whined, her hands gripping his hair. “Stop, stop, too much.” She mumbled, to which he licked one last stripe up her pussy before lowering her hips back onto the bed.
“You okay, honey?” He asked softly, licking his bottom lip and brushing some of her hair out of her face.
She looked up at him with hazy eyes, nodding slowly. “Yeah, ‘m okay, Si.” She whispered.
“You think you’re ready for my cock?” He asked, his soft tone a stark contrast to his words.
She chewed on her lip before nodding. “Yeah… just go slow.” She whispered.
He smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips before moving his hand down to align himself with her entrance, swiping it up and down a few times to get it coated in her arousal before pressing the tip of his dick against her slit and slowly pushing it in.
His head dropped down to her shoulder, slowly moving inside inch by inch.
After a few moments of him pressing himself inside her, she whispered. “Wait, wait.”
He immediately halted his movements, hovering over her to look at her face.
“You okay, sweetie?” He asked softly.
“Yeah, just- just gotta adjust a bit.” She mumbled.
He nodded, nuzzling against her cheek, pressing soft kisses to it.
After a few moments she nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay now.”
He pressed another kiss to her cheek. “Just another few inches, honey.” He whispered before slowly moving inside her again.
Her eyes opened wide, her jaw dropping slightly. “You’re not in all the way?”
He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Barely halfway, lovie.” He muttered, looking down and focusing on moving inside her slowly.
She sighed, leaning her head back to rest on the pillows.
He continued slowly moving inside her before finally bottoming out, making him moan lowly.
“Tell me when I can move, honey.” He said lowly, pressing kisses to her neck.
She inhaled and nodded, her hands gripping his back.
After a few minutes she nodded slowly. “Yeah, you can move. Just- just go slowly.”
He inhaled sharply and nodded, slowly pulling his hips back so only the tip was inside her before thrusting back in.
She let out a high pitched moan, moving her arms to wrap around his neck.
“You okay?” He mumbled again, thrusting in and out once more.
“Yeah, yeah, ‘m okay.” She whined softly, clenching her eyes shut as he thrusted in and out of her slowly. “You- you can go faster.” She mumbled after a few moments.
He let out a guttural moan as he sped up his movements, making her also let out a loud moan, feeling his balls slap against her ass.
“Tell- fuck- tell me to slow down if you need me to.” He groaned out making her nod quickly, her hips bucking into his.
One of his hands moved down to grip her hips while the other moved to rub her clit as he continued thrusting in and out of her at his now fast pace.
Her jaw dropped, her eyes filling with tears of pleasure and legs wrapping around his waist.
“God, you’re so pretty.” He groaned, gripping her thighs and pushing them up so they were pressed against her torso, his hips quickly thrusting into her.
“Si- oh, Si, ‘m gonna cum again.” She whined, her eyes clenching shut.
“Do it. Cum all over my dick, lovie.” He groaned, thrusting in and out of her, holding back the urge to bust and cover her walls with his release.
She whined, arching her back as she came again, her legs shaking.
His hip movements didn’t falter, keeping up with the high speed pace making her moan and whine, her nails digging into his back.
“Shit- can I cum inside you, sweetie?” He asked lowly, his hips speeding up.
She whined, nodding her head. “Yeah, yeah, please.” She whined, her legs shaking again.
“You gonna cum again, honey? Already?” He asked lowly, dropping her legs so they were laying on the bed again, his hand going to rub her clit.
She whined, nodding, her nails creating red crescent marks on his back.
He groaned as he felt her clench around him as she came again, her legs and arms shaking and teeth biting into his shoulder.
He moaned lowly, his hips increasing in pace before he came inside of her, his his stuttering and his movements becoming sloppy, his jaw dropping as he thrusted his cum inside of her and let out a deep, quiet moan.
He sighed, collapsing beside her, his hand splayed across her stomach and head buried into her neck.
After a few moments of laying there he spoke quietly. “Was that okay?”
She turned to him, staring into his eyes. “That was incredible.” She whispered, leaning into his touch. He wrapped his large arm around her body as she cuddled up to him, kissing her head.
He quickly looked over to the clock on their bedside table.
4:13 it read.
He smiled and wrapped both arms around his girlfriend, pressing a sweet kiss to her neck as he hugged her.
@abbiesxox u asked to get tagged sooo ♥️♥️ there ya go lovely
Bitch you fucking suck omg, asking for requests but don’t even write the one I sent you. Fuck you and your flop ass account whore. I hope them lil call of duty men you like come to life to shoot you in your fucking skull.
Damn, okay, sorry I don't live to please you and I actually have a life that isn't sending death threats to randoms
I am getting around to doing them, but ig you're just the sad one here 🫣 low-key embarrassing love
have an amazing day with your apparent pathetic life ❤️❤️
Anyway, anyone else (who doesn't send me death threats 😘) can request things and I promise I'll get around to it when I find time
OOOOO I GOT SUM (completely optional -- I just saw ur request post on my feed 🤪) I'm thinking ...Simon 'ghost' Riley x wife! Reader SFW / Fluff -- where both reader and Simon got twin boys in their toddler years and no one in the 141 knows about it(hell they didn't know he was even married or the fact he has kids)
both reader and Simon have known each other for years (since they were kids) and one day soap decided he wanted to pay his LT a visit along with Gaz after finding out that his LT most likely (although not true) lives in a cabin by himself as a hideout until he has to go back on missions ....thoooo they ended up finding a large house with one of the twins peeking at the window which spiraled into reader finally meeting soap and gaz . . . . Simon is not very happy about it though and just wants to spend time with his wife 🤣
Anyways that's it and I hope ur night/day is going great 🩷
thank youu so much lovely ♥️♥️ hope your day/night is going great too and I hope this is okayy
Always and Forever
simon riley x fem!reader
warnings: nothing really, Simon being possessive?
Simon’s face buried into his wife’s neck as she cooked pancakes for their two sons who were playing in the living room.
He hummed into her neck, his large hands gripping her waist.
“Wanna go get Romeo and Sebby, please?” She asked softly, putting the two pancakes on two plates along with a few cut up berries each.
He shook his head, inhaling her scent and pressing short kisses on her neck.
“Simon.. please.” She breathed out. “The boys need to eat.”
He grumbled into her neck before hesitantly moving away and walking towards their living room, furrowing his brows as he saw his two boys looking out the window.
One of their sons turned around after hearing his father’s footsteps, a grin on his tiny face. “Spiky.” He giggled out, his blond hair messy.
“What’re you talking about Seb?” Simon asked, walking towards his boys and kneeling down behind them, looking out the window, his eyes widening and face dropping at the sight of Gaz and Soap, both of which were standing on the sidewalk, grinning at the toddlers who were waving to them, fascinated by Soap’s spiky hair.
Simon saw both men’s eyes look up at him through the window, their faces showing the same amount of fascination at the two, 2 year olds.
Soap grinned and immediately started walking up their driveway and towards their front door, Gaz following close behind.
“What’s taking so long, Si-?” She got cut off by the doorbell ringing as she walked into the living room. One of their sons ran up to her holding his arms out for her to pick him up, which she did. “Who’s at the door, Si?” She asked as he went to open the door, their other son in his arms.
He just groaned, shook his head, and opened the door, revealing Soap standing there, a smug grin on his face.
“Hey, L.T.” He grinned, Gaz standing behind him, with a small smile on his face. “Who’s this, eh?” He asked, nodding at the small boy in Simon’s arms, who was wiggling around, trying to touch Soap’s hair.
Simon groaned quietly, holding his son back. “This is Sebastian.” He grumbled.
“Si? Who is it?” His wife asked softly as she walked up to stand next to him, their other son in her arms still.
Soap’s gaze moved over to her, his eyes trailing up and down her body.
“I think the question is, who are you?” He asked, grinning.
She smiled back, bouncing one of their sons. “Hi, I’m-.”
Simon cut her off, seeing the look in Soap’s eyes. “She’s my wife.” He said lowly, glaring at Soap.
Soap raised his brows and looked at the other young boy. “And this is?”
“Romeo.” She answered softly.
Soap nodded grinning at her before Gaz spoke up from behind him.
“I’m Kyle.” He said, holding his hand out to shake hers, his eyes glancing at Simon. “We work with.. Simon.”
She raised her brows, shaking his hand.
“I’m Johnny.” Soap said, grinning at her, also holding his hand out.
“Hey. Si talks about you both lots.” She greeted them, not noticing the hostile look on her husband’s face as he continued bouncing Sebastian.
“Would you both like to come in? We have coffee or tea for you.” She spoke softly as Romeo played with her hair, tugging on it slightly.
“We’d love to.” Soap said, grinning as she stepped out of the way to let them into their home.
“Really?” Simon grumbled into her ear, his dark eyes looking into hers.
“You work with them, Si, the least we can do is invite them in. And they seem nice.” She said quietly, handing Romeo to him.
He shook his head, grumbling to himself as he held the two, 2 year olds in his arms.
“Hope you both don’t mind about me having to feed the boys first.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. “Feel free to sit down.”
They followed as she said, both of them looking around the house and at the walls, seeing the many pictures of their family and colourful drawings from the young boys.
“Not a problem.” Gaz said, looking at a picture from their wedding, staring at the unfamiliar smile and look of adoration on his Lieutenant’s face.
Simon came walking in, the two boys in his arms.
“Almost done with their breakfast, love?” He asked, leaning against the counter as he bounced both boys who played with each others hands and hair.
“Mhm.” She nodded, cutting up their pancakes on the small, colourful plates.
She put the plates on the table, sitting down in a chair and taking Sebastian off of Simon and sitting him on her lap, to assist him with eating.
Simon did the same, sitting next to his wife and across from Soap and Gaz.
“So, how long have you two been married?” Gaz asked after a few minutes of silence, apart from the two boys chewing loudly.
“Uhm, around 6 years, right, Si?” She asked him, looking up at him, her arms around one of her son’s torso.
“That’s right.” He said gruffly, one huge arm around the his young son’s body.
She looked at his face and could tell he was annoyed, her brows furrowing as she made a mental note to ask him about it later.
After a few minutes of casual small talk, Sebastian started wiggling around again.
“You okay, sweetie?” She asked her son as he reached his hands out towards Soap.
“Spiky.” He whined, gripping the table with his tiny fingers.
She laughed softly, rubbing his tummy. “You want to touch his spiky hair, huh?”
The young boy nodded enthusiastically, making grabby hands towards Soap.
“You okay with that?” She asked the man, looking up at him.
“No problem. Little laddie can touch my hair all he wants.” He grinned, leaning down so Sebastian could touch his Mohawk.
Romeo then started whining too about wanting to touch his hair because his brother got to.
She looked at Simon expectantly, making his grumble and release his grip on his son slightly so he could lean forward and touch Soap’s hair.
“Hey, you okay, Si?” She asked as he washed the dishes later that night as Gaz and Soap had finally left and the two young boys finally went to bed.
“Hm? Why wouldn’t I be, love?” He asked, turning around and wrapping his arms around her waist.
“You weren’t yourself today.” Her tone was soft as her hands raised up and ran through his messy blond hair.
He shrugged his shoulders, looking down. “‘M fine.”
“Si, don’t lie to me. Tell me what’s up. Why weren’t you yourself today? Was it because of Johnny and Kyle?” She asked, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb.
His face pushed into her palm, his eyes fluttering shut. “Just want to keep you to myself, lovie.”
That was a good thing about their relationship, they always communicated and even if they tried, they could never lie to the other.
“What do you mean, Si?” She asked, her brows furrowed.
He sighed, his dark eyes opening and looking down at her. “I just- I want you and the boys seperate from my work. When I come home from being away for work, I want to come home, not somewhere where we’re talking about work. And that includes people from work. Just want to spend time with my family. I’ve spent far too long with all of them for a lifetime.” He spoke lowly, leaning down and nuzzling his nose against hers.
She closed her eyes, smiling as he spoke and his words make her heart flutter. “Love you, Si. Love you so much.” She mumbled, brushing her lips against his.
“Love you too, sweetheart. Always and forever.” He mumbled back, pressing his lips to hers, sealing their everlasting love with a kiss.
Simon Riley with a shy reader who has ZERO experience with men.
as much as I would’ve loved to make this full blown smut, my brain would not allow that with this ask so no smut 😝 this time at least. if I get enough motivation (and this gets enough notes), I’ll probs make a second part that has smut
anyways, thanks for the ask 😘
Bread, Croissant, and a Date
simon riley x fem!reader
warnings: sorta smutty-ish, just Simon being kinda pervy and stuff
The ding of the small bakery door on the corner of the street echoed around the almost empty shop, that was nearly a singular room if not for the tiny kitchen through the back door.
Simon Riley looked around, seeing an old man sitting at the one table, sipping a coffee and holding a news paper, giving Simon a dirty look as if he interrupted his peace.
Simon raised his brows, walking to the counter and tapped on the bell after seeing the sign near it that said: “ring the bell if I’m not at the counter :)”
A few moments later, a small girl, who was around a foot shorter than Simon, hurried to the counter, a blush on her cheeks.
“Sorry.” She spoke, her voice small as she looked at the counter.
“Don’t worry about it, love.” Simon responded, his voice rough as he looked at her, his eyes trailing up and down her body.
Her eyes darted up to look at him, the blush on her cheeks even darker.
“Uh- what.. what can I get you?” She asked quietly, looking up at him.
“Just a loaf of bread, love.” His eyes were still glued to her body as he spoke.
She nodded, turning around and walking to where she kept the bread, her back turned to him.
He couldn’t help but let his eyes trail down her body, stopping on her ass before looking back up as she walked back.
She placed the loaf of bread on the counter, saying a quiet “$1.50”.
He nodded, giving her the money in coins as he picked up the loaf of bread. “Thanks love.” He said lowly as he walked out, the ding of the bell echoing around the bakery once more.
A week later, Simon reentered the bakery. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted this time, well, apart from the sweet girl working there.
He walked up to the counter, seeing the same old guy from the week before, sitting in the exact same spot, doing the exact same thing he was last week.
Simon tapped on the bell, watching as the girl came out of the back room a few moments later.
“Hi.” She said quietly, looking up at him, a look of recognition on her face, but she quickly looked down again. “What can I get you?”
His eyes darted around the shop, trying to stop his eyes from landing on her tits (although the did many times), and actually find something he wanted.
“Uh, can I get a croissant, darling?” He asked after a few moments.
She nodded, bending down to grab a paper bag and open the display case, getting a croissant out.
Simon had to physically bite his tongue from letting out a groan as he saw her bend down, his thoughts going wild about how her dress tightened on her ass.
She stood up a few moments later, her cheeks pink as she put the paper bag containing the croissant on the counter. “$3.00” she spoke softly, her gaze down at the counter.
He nodded, sliding the amount over in coins. “Thanks, pretty girl.” He missed out on her cheeks turning as red as a tomato as he turned around and left, a sly smile on his face, a bulge in his pants, and a paper bag containing a croissant he didn’t even want in the first place.
Simon couldn’t help but visit the bakery once more, only a few days later.
The bell dinged and he ignored the dirty looks the old man was giving him as he approached the counter.
The girl immediately came out of the back room, approaching the counter, looking up at the him.
“Hi. What can I get you?” She asked, her tone slightly more quite than last time.
“Your number, love.” He spoke, his rough voice a stark contrast to her sweet and quiet voice.
Her cheeks turned bright pink and her eyes widened.
“Sorry.. what?” She asked quietly.
“Your number. So I can ask you out on a date.” Simon was quite proud with his display of confidence, leaning on the counter and running a hand through his messy blond hair.
The girl’s mouth opened and closed, trying to find the words to respond before she reached under the counter and pulled her phone out, opening her contacts list and giving it to him, silently telling him to put his number in.
“You gonna message me if I do this?” He asked although he was already typing his number in.
She shrugged and nodded, her cheeks still bright pink.
“Good girl.” He said lowly, giving her phone back, turning around and leaving, a grin on his face once more.
summary: peter b parker keeping the babysitter quiet as he fucks her with his wife and daughter asleep upstairs
warnings: age gap (reader is 20 or 21, peter is 30 something), cheating, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected sex
“Shh, keep quiet pretty girl.” Peter whispered into her pussy as he sucked on her clit and curled three of his fingers up into her.
She whimpered, clutching a pillow and holding it against her face to stop herself from making any sounds and possibly waking up MJ or Mayday.
“God, I can feel you clenching around my fingers baby.” He moaned into her clit, using the hand that wasn’t inside of her to rub her shaky thigh.
She kept moaning and whimpering into the pillow until he spoke again.
“Take the pillow off your face, pretty girl. Wanna see you.” He muttered into her clit before sucking on it harshly.
She nodded obediently and put the pillow back down onto the couch, immediately threading her hands through his hair and gripping it.
He moaned against her again, sending vibrations throughout her body and making her bite down onto her lip to hold back her moans.
“Love the taste of you. Such a pretty girl.” He groaned into her pussy, removing his fingers and licking them before sticking his tongue inside of her.
Her back immediately arched and a slight moan escaped her lips, her hand going up to cover her mouth.
He grinned into her, looking up at her through his eyelashes as he thrusted his tongue in and out of her, playing with her clit with his thumb.
“Ohh, Peter.” She whimpered slightly.
“Yeah, baby?” He groaned into her pussy, his tongue moving in and out of her, trying to pull a second orgasm from her.
“Mm, feel so good. ‘M gonna cum.” She whined, biting on her finger to keep her moans in.
“Do it. All over my tongue, pretty.” He groaned, sticking his fingers back inside of her and curling them upwards while sucking on her clit.
She moaned shakily, her legs quivering and locking around his head as she came on his fingers.
He continued moving his fingers, letting her ride out her high before he took them out of her and rubbed her thighs, trying to get them to release his head.
“As much as I love being in between your thighs, I need to breathe, pretty.” He mumbled, his words coming out muffled.
After a few moments her legs dropped to the floor, feeling the comfy rug under her feet.
He rubbed her thighs as he moved up to sit next to her, kissing her head.
“Mm, did so well, pretty.” He mumbled into her hair, licking his fingers off.
She looked up at him, her eyes glazed over and body still shaking, but she slowly slid off the couch and onto her knees in between his legs.
“Baby… you don’t have to.” He whispered, putting his hands on her head.
“I wanna.” She mumbled, her shaky hands going to the waistband of his sweatpants and tugging them down slightly, doing the same with his underwear, making his dick spring out of his boxers and hit his tummy.
He let out a shaky moan at the feeling of the cool air on his sensitive dick, precum dripping from the tip.
And even though her head was still hazy, she immediately surged forward to swipe it up with her tongue, eliciting a shaky whimper from him.
Her tongue swiped around the head of his dick, before licking it up and down, focusing on a vein on the side of it. He let out groans and whimpers as she did this, his right hand tangling in her hair and head tilted back.
“Oh, yeah, that’s it.” He groaned as she took the tip into her mouth, sucking softly.
She slowly went further down, accepting him into her throat making her hold back a gag.
“Fuck. Oh, God, you’re so good, pretty girl.” He moaned, his hand gripping her hair.
She sucked him softly, her mind still a bit cloudy from her orgasm minutes prior.
She moaned around him, releasing him with a pop before taking him back down her throat and sucking harder.
“Fuck.” He let out a whine, biting his lip.
Her hand was around the base where he didn’t fit in her mouth, moving in time with her sucks and head movements.
“So good. Taking me down your throat.” He moaned before saying something under his breath about ‘better than MJ’ that she couldn’t fully understand, but she didn’t really care to.
She popped off of him again before moving her hand up and down his dick, precum leaking out his tip.
“Fuck, you gotta stop, baby. Wanna cum inside of you.” He groaned, his hand gripping her hair.
She whined and licked the precum off his tip before getting off her knees and standing in between his legs.
“C’mon. Get on my lap. Want you to ride me, pretty.” She nodded obediently and put her hands on his shoulders, straddling his lap, hovering over his dick.
“There you go, pretty girl.” He encouraged, lifting her skirt up to softly rub her ass.
She inhaled shakily before lowering herself down onto him, his hands on her ass helping her.
Her head fell forwards onto his shoulder as he worked himself inside her. She whimpered as she finally got to the base, feeling his tuft of hair at his v-line rubbing against her pubic bone.
“Gotta- gotta adjust.” She mumbled, biting onto his shoulder softly.
“Take all the time you want, pretty girl.” He whispered, his hands resting on her ass.
After a few moments, she inhaled and nodded.
“I’m okay.” She whispered before slightly moving up and bouncing on him, letting out a shaky moan. He groaned and gripped her hips, helping her move up and down on his dick.
She whimpered, biting onto his shoulder as she bounced on him, getting more confident with her movements as she started getting consumed in the pleasure.
“That’s it. Doin’ so good for me, baby.” He mumbled, his hands moving back to her ass. She let out a shaky moan at the praise, her hips starting to grind on his instead of bounce, making him groan and tilt his head back. “Feel so good wrapped around me.” He moaned out, his eyes practically rolled into the back of his head.
She whimpered again, feeling her clit rub against his pubic bone. He groaned again, his hands gripping her ass tightly and helping her bounce up and down on his cock, slightly thrusting up into her.
“Gonna cum, Peter.” She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Me too, baby. God, you’re okay that I cum inside you, right?” He groaned out making her nod enthusiastically.
“Good girl.” He groaned before his hands gripped her hips and started thrusting up into her quickly.
She bit onto his shoulder to hold back her moans, her eyes clenching shut.
“Oh, fuck, yeah, cum for me, baby.” He groaned making her nod, inhale shakily, then cum all over his cock, her walls fluttering around him.
Her walls clenching around him made him spill his load into her, her tight walls milking him dry as he sloppily thrusted up into her.
“That’s it.” He mumbled, biting his lip as his hips stopped moving, his hands relenting on their tight grip on hips, his finger tips ghosting over them as he knew they were going to bruise after.
After a few minutes she lifted herself up off of him, whimpering into his neck as she quickly reached down to the floor and pulled her panties back on, stopping his cum from dripping down her thigh.
He grinned at the sight, gripping her waist and pulling her down to the couch with him.
She rested her head on his chest, his hand running through her hair, making her smile softly.
His mouth opened and he was about to speak until a familiar redhead’s voice sounded out from behind them;
summary: the difference between remus lupin making love, and fucking, or the difference in the times of the month
first time writing smut so it’s def horrible sorry 🤭
warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), squirting (x2), slight oral (m receiving), degradation (uses of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’), breeding kink
“Look at you. My pretty girl. My perfect little princess.” Remus whispered into her ear as his thick cock dragged in and out of her.
She whimpered, willing her throat to make a sound other than desperate whines and borderline pornoghrapic moans, both of which have been all she could make out since an hour and a half ago when Remus slipped his fingers into her panties.
“That’s it. Don’t have to say anything, pretty girl. Just lay there. All you have to do.” He hummed into her ear, one hand resting on her lower stomach, softly pressing down as the other one rested beside her head.
She whimpered again, looking down at his hand pressing against her stomach, seeing the slight bulge from his large cock pressing against the inside of her. She let out a breathy moan, tilting her head back, her glassy eyes fluttering shut.
“Hey, keep your eyes open for me, princess. Wanna see you come undone, yeah?” He spoke lowly, his honey eyes boring into her half shut eyes.
She let out a high-pitched moan as the fingers on his large hand stayed on her stomach while his thumb moved down and started rubbing her clit. “There you go princess. So perfect for me. My perfect little girl.”
She couldn’t do anything but moan and wrap her arms around his back, digging her fingernails into his skin, using all her willpower to not close her eyes and cum all over him.
At the feeling of her nails digging into his back, he groaned, leaning his head down into her neck, inhaling her scent. “Even smell pretty, darling. So perfect.” He groaned into her neck, his pace increasing, making her whimper as she could practically feel him pushing against her cervix.
“Just last a bit longer, princess. Wanna cum with you. Gonna fill you up so good.” He groaned into her ear making her nod obediently, gnawing on her bottom lip.
“Good girl.” He whispered, pressing a kiss below her ear, his hip movement increasing in speed, making the bulge in her stomach even more prominent.
She whined, chewing on her lip, her head tilting back into the pillow, her back arching.
“That’s it. Such a good girl for me. Just a bit longer. Promise you can cum on my cock soon.” He hummed into her ear, licking her neck as not only his hips speed increased but the pace of his thumb moving against her clit did too, making her moan loudly.
“Oh, Merlin. Oh, my pretty girl. Gonna cum in your sweet pussy. Yeah? You gonna cum on me too?” He spoke lowly, but the sweetness in his voice never faltered.
“Mhm.” She whimpered, her throat finally making a different sound as her walls fluttered around him.
“Right now. Cum for me.” He spoke into her ear, as as if on cue, she released all over him, her hips bucking as she moaned loudly.
As he felt her fluttering around him, he immediately released into her, his hips stuttering, but still sloppily moving, pushing his cum back inside her.
After a few moments of him laying on top of her, both of them panting, but embracing each other, he pulled out of her. She expected him to get up and get a towel to clean her up (as he always did), but instead moved down so he was face to face with her pussy.
He groaned at the sight of his cum leaking out of her, biting his lip and pushing it back in using his middle finger.
She moaned loudly, her back arching and hand gripping his hair.
He kept moving his middle finger inside of her as he attached his lips to her clit, sucking on it, trying to pull a fourth orgasm out of the overstimulated girl.
Her fingers tugged at his messy hair, not knowing if she wanted to tug him away or push him closer, but she didn’t think what she did would matter either way as he was practically attached to her, his eyes clenched shut as he just enjoyed the taste of her.
He moaned into her pussy, his middle finger curling up making her hips jump, but he couldn’t seem to care as he continued sucking on her, his goal clear in his mind: make his beloved cum again.
It didn’t take too long for her to get close again, her back arching as her lower stomach tightened with the familiar feeling.
“Ohh, gonna-” She couldn’t even finish her sentence because he was already humming into her, giving her wordless permission to cum again, so she did as he said.
Her eyes clenched shut as she came all over his face, her body shaking as her vision practically went white.
It was a few moments until any movements or sounds were made, but Remus was the first one to talk.
“Fuck.” He groaned, staring at her pussy. “Look at that, darling.” He rubbed her thigh, trying to ease her down from her high.
She reluctantly opened her eyes and looked down, her jaw slightly dropping at the wet mess on the bed.
“You squirted for me, love.” He whispered, his hand going up to hold hers.
Her mouth moved up and down but no sounds came out. She looked up at Remus’s face, preparing to force herself to apologise, but there was a large smile on his face.
“You think you can do it again?”
“My fucking slut.” Remus growled out, pounding into her pussy, gripping her hair with one hand and pushing her head into the pillow and gripping her hip with the other.
“Such a pretty slut. Right here, just for me, right? All for me, aren’t you? All fucking mine.” He groaned, throwing his head back as he harshly pounded into her, making her whimper into the pillow. “Answer me, slut.” He groaned, pulling her head up off the pillow so she could speak.
She whimpered and tried to do as he said. “Mhm. A-all for ya.” She slurred out, drunk off the feeling of his huge cock pounding into her.
“You’re no one else’s. All mine. Tell me. Tell me you’re all mine.” He growled, still not relenting on his harsh pace.
“All yours. All yours.” She slurred out, her eyes fluttering shut as he held her up by her hair.
“That’s right. Not that fuckers at your work.” He growled into her ear, pulling her up even more so her back was flush against his scarred chest.
She whimpered, her head tilting back to rest on his shoulder as he moved both hands to grip her hips, still pounding into her. “Not- not his. Yours.” She mumbled, her words slurred and messy.
“That’s right.” He growled, biting onto her shoulder, hard, but not hard enough to draw blood as his hands tightened their grip on her hips, no doubt leaving bruises.
“Oh, oh, Rem, ‘m gonna cum.” She whimpered as his pace increased, his hips meeting her ass harshly.
“No. No you’re not. You’re going to wait for me. Gonna wait for me to fill you up. Gonna fill you up nice and full. Gonna make you fucking pregnant, yeah?” He growled into her ear.
“Mhm.” She nodded enthusiastically, a whine escaping her throat at the thought of his thick, warm cum inside her.
“Yeah? You like that? Gonna make you swell up. And then right after you give birth, gonna fuck another one into you.” He groaned into her shoulder. “Gonna be popping babies out every year.” He growled, biting into her shoulder as he tried to stave off his release at the thought of making her a mother.
She moaned loudly, and if he wasn’t holding her up, she would’ve collapsed. “P-please? Can I cum? Please?” She whimpered out.
“Not yet. Gonna be lucky if I even let you cum after being such a brat today.” He growled into her ear, his pace increasing even more.
She whined at the thought of not coming. “Please.” She whined, shaking her head.
He laughed lowly and let go of her hips, making her drop onto the mattress, her face buried into the pillow.
His hands now gripped her waist as he continued pounding into her, her moans now muffled by the pillow.
“Wanna cum.” She moaned into the pillow and even though it was muffled, he could still hear it clearly.
He scoffed and shook his head, raising a hand and slapping her ass, marking a muffled squeak escape her lips. “Keep fucking begging for it and you won’t be cumming until next month.” He growled.
Oh, how she wished he hasn’t of slapped her ass, or increased his pace, or slipped his hand under her body and started rubbing her clit, because all those things equated to her squirting all over his hips and thighs, burying her burning face in the pillow.
And while he was happy to see her squirt, it only lasted for a second, because he then immediately pulled out of her, flipped her around, and made her get off the bed and onto her knees on the hardwood flooring of their bedroom.
“You desperate fucking whore.” He growled, gripping her hair in his fist. “Gonna wish you didn’t do that.”
She immediately started trying to apologise but he stuck his cock in her mouth, making her eyes water and gag.
“Shut the fuck up and suck my cock because you’re not cumming for the rest of the fucking week.”
