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hittin' it raw
pairing: eddie x reader
rating: pg13 i guess!
warnings: none
eddie and you have a daytime date planned â a picnic in the park â and you beg him to take you to your favorite market before the date so you could stock up on essentials.
the essentials being corn salsa, elote chips and a giant bottle of fruit moscato, eddie has things to say about it.
âsweetheart, i really donât think we need those things. theyâre not essentials and we have enough food for the picnic.â he says as he holds up the way-too-heavy picnic basket.
you grumble, your arms cross over your chest and your eyes narrow at your boyfriend. you know heâll crack if you put enough pressure on him â heâs a sucker for you, how could he not crack?
âugh! fine. get your ass in the van.â eddie lets out an exaggerated sigh with his words but his lips are stretched into a goofy smile.
eddieâs ânoâsâ never hold up when it comes to you and it indeed turned you into a brat but you also listened well when he had things to ask of you.
snatching your purse from the counter, you dash out of the house and to the van, getting into the passenger side. eddie follows after you with the picnic basket in hand and the keys to the van in his other. he places the basket securely in the back seat because he'd have a small meltdown if it spilled everywhere. once he was sure it was safe from spilling, he hops into the driver's seat and starts the vehicle.
âi'm so happy you love me, eds.â you beam, giggling when your comment pulls an eye roll from your boyfriend.
âyou're quite lucky,â he replies with a grin so bright the sun doesn't compare to it.
the drive takes a short 10 minutes, traffic surprisingly light for a Friday afternoon. eddie pulls into the parking lot, mumbling a âfuck yeah' when he finds princess parking. he puts the van in park, reaches back to grab the spare reusable bag and climbs out once it's in his grip. you follow suit, your pink purse hooked onto your shoulder.
the store is quiet, a few shoppers milling about which makes you happy.
strolling away from eddie and into the aisle you've memorized that holds your favorite treats, you notice a familiar face standing directly in front of the elote chips.
âah, fuck..â you mumble under your breath, not loud enough for the man to hear. mustering some courage, you plaster on a smile and approach the chip shelf but hold out hope he doesn't speak to you.
your hope fizzles out fast.
âoh my god, you're y/n! we used to chat, remember me?â
trying your best not to roll your eyes, you reply with an empty smile.
âyeah, i remember you. how're you?â
your manicured hands grab the fullest bag you can find and pop it into the crook of your elbow. the thought âwhere the fuck is eddieâ rolls through your head and right as it passes, your curly hair boyfriend pulls up to your side and snags the chips from your arm and plops them into the basket he grabbed.
âhi, i'm eddie, her favorite man ever. who are you?â eddie asks with a quizzical look written on his features.
you know he's being a shithead on purpose but you let it slide because the guy in front of you was both equally annoying and misogynistic.
âi'm billy, your girl and i used to talk.â he reaches his hand out to shake eddieâs but eddie just eyes it like he's a cockroach.
âthat's cool. her and i did it raw on the first date and every time after.â
you audibly choke on your spit, not completely taken aback that eddie would speak like that.
billy's eyes widen and he coughs, excusing himself from the conversation.
âedward! why would you say that?!â you smack his arm, flabbergasted that your boyfriend is so brash at times.
âbecause he was oogling at you! i gotta remind these boys that you're with a man now.â
you don't give him a verbal response, you just grab the corn salsa and turn on your heel to head towards checkout. you're not mad by any means â it makes your tummy flutter that eddieâs possessive.
the cashier rings you out quickly, eddie slapping his card onto the reader faster than you can pull yours out. you grumble out a thank you and grab the bag, tugging eddie along with you.
your picnic is wonderful and full of giggles and reminiscing on old times with your lover.
definitely worth letting him hit it raw the first date.
Come Again?
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: After you spend spring break away from him, Joel just wants to make sure youâve been good.
Warnings: 18+. FAUXCEST + PUSSY INSPECTION âAS ALWAYS: IF YOU DONâT LIKE IT, DONâT READ IT. Joel and Reader are not related, just roleplaying. Age gap. Two (2) pussy spanks. Daddy kink. Hyperspermia* This is a work of fiction, and all characters are adults.
*Iâve explained what this entails in a separate post - read here!
Word count: 5.2k
You came home half-drunk and baked from the sun.
hi friends! i have some ideas for fics but iâve had my nose buried in books so i havenât written anything lately.
what do yâall wanna read
eddie x puppy!reader & reader introduces those drooly mints to eddie
eddie x reader with the prompt âyeah we did it raw on the first dateâ
dom!reader x sub!steve & reader makes steve drink a âspecial waterâ
steve x reader & steve distracts reader while they dye their hair
pussy inspection with Joel coming soon đđââïž
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works for more mature audiences will be marked with an 18+, but i was on here at like 11 reading smut so i really can't do much more about it. just... guys if you're young just get off tumblr.
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stiles stilinski (teen wolf)-
"is that because of me?" - 18+ stiles cannot stop getting turned on from the randomest things you do. so when you call it out, things in your friendship take a turn.
cool off - 18+ on a beach trip, your boyfriend is receiving some female attention that you're not fond of. so, you remind him of who he belongs to.
death of you - 18+ stiles wants to try a new meal and finds it to be his new favorite dish. (aka, munch stiles).
wow, you're so fucked - 18+ stiles just won a lacrosse game he actually contributed in!! wait- wait- are you- are you horny right now?!
the pain of being pure at heart - 18+ you and stiles are knee-deep in a pretty rough argument. unfortunately, you're also deeply in love.
"oh yeah?" you and stiles are bickering. and he's hot. why does he have to be so hot?!
so whipped stiles is insecure about his buzzcut, and you alleviate his worries.
meet the parents when you officially meet your boyfriend stiles' father, stiles cannot keep his hands to himself. how distracting!
blurbs & rambles-
stiles, and his neighbor since he was four.
stiles is a whirlwind of a relationship!!
stiles is accidentally hot
stiles accidentally teasing reader - 18+
stiles and pet names
thomas (tmr)-
tank top - 18+
thomas can finally be horny now that he's saved the world. luckily for him, you're wearing a tank top.
mitch rapp (american assasin)-
blurbs & rambles-
mitch rapp showing love - 18+
cw: public sex-ish? praise, fucking in a hotel room, posessive!steve, jealous!steve, light choking, finger sucking, primal!steve, p in v unprotected, creamipie, dirty talk, proposal ending, and the whole kitchen sink!
steve has more money than he knows what to do with. his parents inheritance would cover the rest of his life, and then some.
he honestly wasnât all that worked up when they passed away. they were young, but never around, leaving him nothing to mourn.
so when heâs got a fistful of your hair, tugging it so your head lulls back against his chest, you can tell heâs spent the money right.
heâd gotten you both a presidential suite at some uppity hotel for the night-a short pit stop on the way to visit dustin at school.
your tits are pressed against the glass window overlooking the city, the harmony of late night bar-goers chattering and the occasional honking woven into your moans.
âsteve-â you whine his name coming out strangled. it only makes him fuck you harder. your bare tits have fogged up the window, leaving white frost against the glass.
his bicep wrenches around your sternum, his fingers squeezing into your throat. your jaw is fully slack, only held up by steveâs grip. his free hand is wrapped around your stomach, clenching onto your hip as he thrusts into you. âfuckinâ good girl.â he snarls, the breath of his praise ghosting the shell of your ear. âstupid-fuckinâ-hick-â he groans, bottoming out into you, âtryna fuckinâ talk to my girl. this shitâs mine, you hear me?â he groans, and you feel helpless-only able to exchange currency in gasping moans. his grip has tightened, forcing more air out of your lungs every time you manage to inhale. âyouâre mine. not some stupid fuckinâ rest stop pigâs.â he hisses, hips snapping impossibly fast against the fat of your flesh. you canât even move the way you want to. you can barely write around. he has you pinned to the window, helpless as he sandwiches your body against his chest and the glass. your forehead ghosts it with more fog, barely able to see your reflection.
you see steve behind you, only a glimpse. his hair is loose and tousled, brows furrowed tightly. not with concentration; he knows how to work you. but with anger. jealousy.
so a few weeks ago in the car, ring by djo came up on my playlist and i immediately thought about steve jerking off to his oblivious best friend while you're talking on the phone. it's been on my mind since then, and it took me a while to write it, but here it is!
warnings/tags: kinda pervy!steve i guess???, best friend!steve, oblivious!reader, sweet!reader, can be read as gn!reader (there is one use of pretty), m!masturbation, use of pet name (honey), no use of y/n
The phone rings twice before he picks up, breath already uneven because he knows exactly what happens to him when you call this late.
âSteve?â you murmur, soft and a little sleepy, that warm nighttime version of your voice that hits him lower than heâll ever admit.
âYeah, honey. Iâm here,â he answers, trying to sound casual even though heâs already sliding down in his bed, one hand raking through his hair while the other drifts under the sheets.
You start talking immediatelyâlike you always do. Some story about your day, Dustinâs new stupid invention, how Max stole your fries at the arcade. Itâs all normal, itâs all innocent, and it kills him because you have no idea what your voice does to him.
He murmurs little âmmhmmâs and âyeah?âs to let you know heâs listening, but his mind is locked onto the soft rise and fall of your voice: how you get breathless when you ramble, how you laugh at your own jokes. God, heâs so far gone for you.
His hand slips beneath his waistband the second you laugh. He canât help it anymore, not after months of thisâmonths of wanting you, thinking about you, imagining those pretty hands holding his arm the way you do while your mouth brushes too close to his shoulder.
Steve Harrington fucked you so hard that the bed broke.
x fem!reader, SMUT! mdni
quick blurb, because he literally cannot leave my mind
english is not my first language, be nice to me please ;p
dividers by angeliicide
cw: makeout, spitting, thigh riding, praise, mean!steve if u squint!
steve is a messy kisser.
intentional, but sloppy.
his fingers threaded through your hair, tugging softly to lull your head back. granting him access earns a groan from him, his cock threatening to pulse out of his jeans, licking into your mouth. he earns soft moans from you, his grip on your hair more desperate. primal.
"c'mere," he breathes, "open."
you oblige, your tongue limply falling between parted lips, waiting for him to play with it. he squeezes your cheeks gently, barely brushing noses as he pulls back from you. heâs cocky tonight, and you know it. he knows how bad you need him.
his face goes mean-serious-pulling back just enough to spit in your mouth. his fingers ghost your flesh, dragging upwards from your knee, softly raking his nails along the inside of your thigh.
you clench around nothing, squirming as his tongue softly strokes against yours, collecting the saliva heâs deposited, feeling it travel between your tongues. his hand moves to hold your jaw, balancing it as he squeezes gently, holding you in place.
youâve never heard the noises heâs making come out of him before.
his knee bumps between your legs, a silent invitation that you graciously accept. caged beneath him, he holds firm on your face, slowly nudging his knee against your core. mouth forced open, all you can do is sigh, though it forces itself out as a whimper.
âpretty baby.â he coos, barely audible. âsuch a pretty baby.â he continues, almost mockingly. his words send your brain into a frenzy, dizzied with lust as you attempt to push yourself down onto his thigh.
âthis what you want?â he groans into your mouth, lifting his knee up firmly, knocking the head of it into your clit.
âfuck-!â you cry, everything clenching at once. you hear his chuckle as he moves his lips to the shell of your ear, humming softly. âlike this?â he asks, large hands dragging down your side, resting firmly on your hips.
âsteve-â you try, but itâs too late. the couch cushion envelops you deeper as he presses onto you, dragging your clothed pussy up and down his thigh.
âso fuckinâ desperate.â he manages, though it expels from him out as a strangled moan.
âplease-â you beg, his hands quickening their pace. you feel helpless-the agonizing torture of your pulsing clit dragging along the firm denim, clinging to his muscles buried beneath.
âsâokay, sweetheart. know youâre close.â he replies, pulling back to look at you. when he does, his lips are glossy, pupils blown wide at the sight of you. youâre not sure how itâs humanly possible to move you at the speed he is right now, but itâs steve. itâs like he was built for you.
you fall limp beneath him, your breathing staggered. âthere you go, honey. let go.â he demands, and like clockwork, you unravel beneath him. your hands fly upwards, desperately clawing at his biceps, those of which are pulsed and tight, using all of his strength to make sure you come for him.
âsteve-!â you cry, feeling your panties soak, the stickiness of your release soothing your puffy clit. steve envelops you in his arms, pulling you upwards into his lap, cradling you as he presses soft-quick kisses to your lips.
âdid so good,â he coos, âmissed me today, huh?â he grins, brushing the strands of hair that cling to your face. you nod dumbly, a soft grin and exhale expelling from you. âalways do,â you reply, his fingers searching for yours before intertwining them.
ânever gonna have to miss me. always yours.â he replies, sure. certain. âyouâre never leavinâ me, and iâm never leavinâ you. you hear me?â he continues, and you know heâs serious.
ânever.â you reply with a grin.
he mirrors your expression, swooping you up to carry you upstairs.âgood.â
In Your Dreams
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader
Summary: Your husband fucks you awake.
Warnings: 18+. SOMNOPHILIA / DUBCON but also kinda not lol - Reader and Joel are both 100% into it. Unprotected p-in-v. Dream Joelâąïž cameo. Creampie. Breeding kink because thatâs just who I am as a person
Note: Inspired by Ty Myersâ âNever Get Tired (of Loving You)â đ«Ą
Word count: 2.3k
It shouldâve come as no surprise the night started here
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ââ§Ëââ§ steve harrington fucking you silly after you get stood up !
his cock drills in and out of you, the bed creaking and the headboard cracking against the wall of your bedroom as he thrusts harder.
his hair was a mess, his hands gripping your thighs to the point you could see marks begin to appear on your skin, but you couldn't care. your mind was a jumbled mess, hair sticking to your forehead, mouth remaining agape no matter how many times you tried to keep it close.
steve leans in, pressing a kiss onto your lips, that fails halfway through because of a moan escaping your throat before he could lock lips, smirking against your chin. "poor baby." he whispers, you knew that cocky tone too well, you knew what kind of things it did to you. "can't even kiss me? that's sad... am i fucking you that good?"
your back arched off the bed, nails digging deep into steve's shoulders, leaving red markings on them as each thrust hits you harder and harder. he's always had an effect on you that you couldn't describe, but you didn't push away either.
neither shaking or nodding your head, you tilt your head back, hair sprawled on the pillow as your walls stretch around him. "steve! ngh, fuck! fuck! steve! s'so good..."
he smiles to himself, kissing your cheek as his hands drift down to the back of your knees, pushing your legs back to have your knees hit your breasts, leaning back. "oh yeah? too good huh? your pussy is incredible, baby, taking me so good."
you moan louder as he changes the position, feeling your heels hit his shoulders, toes curling up in the air as your hands find themselves in the bedsheets, curling the material.
you see, you were supposed to be going on a date at this time... keyword; supposed.
you were all dolled up, nice smelling perfume, lingerie ready because you were interested in this guy, you weren't going to front... but then, when you drove yourself downtown and went to the restaurant... he wasn't there.
minutes passed by, and he didn't show up, you even gave this bastard an hour to show up... he never came.
which left you, slightly embarrassed, more pissed if anything, in this nice restaurant, with no date. your interest in this guy immediately died after that.
but luckily, your friend, steve harrington, was at work at the family video right down the street from the restaurant, so you drove over to the family video, rented out a couple of movies, and definitely sensed steve's brown eyes on you.
so now, you were here, in your bed, completely naked, make up ruined and steve's cock bulldozing in and out of your wet folds.
"steveeeee, oh fuck! don't stop, don't fuckin s-stop!" you slur out, words getting mixed together and cut off, pleasure seeping into every fiber of your bones as he brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. you couldn't even feel half of your body, tingles running up your body, it felt so good.
"don't worry, hun." he whispers, squeezing your legs which fit perfectly in his palms. "don't worry 'bout me stopping. with this perfect cunt? how could i?" he asks, almost himself.
his voice alone makes your cunt flutter, but you squeeze around him anything, your version of telling him that you're close.
you're not close enough to bite him anyway.
his voice rings out again, mixing in with the wood cracking and the sloppy sounds of wet mixing with wet. "this pussy is so wet f'me... it's cute, honey, especially because you were waiting for someone else to ruin it only an hour ago."
your face heats up. "ste- steve, don't. please."
"oh but why not?" he shakes his heads, purposely dragging his cock against your walls slower than usual but going deeper. "because you know it's true? you know this sweet girl is so needy for some cock that she lets me fill it? it's perfectly okay sweetheart, just be honest 'bout it."
fuck him. fuck him for being able to ruin you so good, and fuck you for deciding to let him fuck you... especially because you know damn well he was going to act like this.
but thank any god above that your date bailed out on you, cause it got you a good taste of harrington cock!
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: seriously, I am addicted to writing about this fuck ass dude, I canât stop. heâs so fun to write for too, he can be pathetic but so dominant at the same time⊠Iâve been thinking of creating some auâs for him and for other characters⊠having sum thoughtssss.
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â you ask steve harrington to be your fake date to your exâs wedding to prove youâve totally moved on, except steve has been secretly in love with you forever and pretending turns dangerously real when one drunken confession threaten to expose feelings neither of you are ready to admit, leaving steve determined to prove you were never just someone before âthe one.â.
đ 3.3k â steve harrington x fem!reader, fake dating, mutual pining, hopelessly whipped steve harrington, reader convinced sheâs unlovable, yearning so obvious everyone suffers, robin buckley the voice of reason, rom-com energy, âjust one weddingâ famous last words, drunk honesty incoming, steve determined to love her loudly, friends to lovers kinda, everyone knows except them, potential multi parts series ( ? )
author's note â before anyone asks, the next part will be out in mid-march. enjoy <3
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All previous doubt that the universe didnât hate you personally had vanished today, because standing there with the wedding invitation in your hand, you had never been more certain that fate was, in fact, a petty, vindictive bitch with a personal grudge against you.
The card was thick and definitely expensive, the kind of paper people only used when they wanted everyone to know they were happy and financially doing great. Gold lettering shimmered under the kitchen light, obnoxiously shiny, and right there in the center was your exâs name written in looping cursive.
You stared at it longer than necessary, hoping maybe the letters would rearrange themselves into a joke or a prank or literally anything else, but no. You flipped the card over as if maybe the back would say just kidding, wrong person, this is actually a coupon for free pizza. It did not. Just directions, a venue, and a cheerful little line about celebrating love.
You scoffed out loud.
You hated it.
You hated the creamy paper, the floral border, the tiny gold leaves curling around the edges like they were celebrating your suffering. You hated how formal it sounded. You hated how happy it sounded. Mostly, you hated how final it felt.
Because not that long ago, you had been the one talking about weddings. And he had laughed it off, said he wasnât ready, that marriage wasnât for him, that you wanted different things. And apparently what he meant was the same thing with someone who was not you.
The worst part â truly the absolute insult added on top of injury â was that you were painfully aware of several pairs of eyes burning into the back of your head.
FUNNY MOUTH | steve harrington
pairing: steve harrignton x reader words: 1.5k contains: 18+ smut!! minors dni!! established relationship, finger kink, finger sucking, dry humping, fingering, boyfriend!steve, dirty talk, steve covering reader's eyes and mouth a little, no use of y/n, pure foreplay, use of pet names, fem reader, use of she/her pronouns for reader.
author's note: i feel like this wasnât my best but i did give it a good go! thank you for the request anon, i went a little overboard đ also this isnât inspired by the song funny mouth, i was just struggling to think of a title and picked this one as i thought it fit!! also sorry for lowkey blue balling you guys with the ending tehehe
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Steve Harrington once called you an âinstant boner giverâ. You had laughed and called him ridiculous because you figured he had to be joking.
But he wasnât. He really wasnât.
Despite being together for nearly two yearsâSteve still got ridiculously hard over you. For the most stupid reasons.
He got hard when he walked in on you (completely accidentally) as you showered. He got hard when you came home from a run covered in sweat and chest heaving. He got hard when your foot brushed against his calf at dinners. He got hard as you got ready for work next to himâthose damn pencil skirts got him going. He got hard when you bent over to grab the television remote that he wedged itself beneath the sofa. He got hard when he woke up and you were just there.
SUGAR RUSH
pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Reader summary: Steve's determined to do Valentine's Day right. You, however, have other plans. tags: MDNI [smut] [valentine's day] [coach!steve] [boyfriend!Steve] [established (new) relationship] [teasing] [begging] [cockwarming] [oral sex] [vaginal sex] [strip tease] [seducing steve is fun] 3k words
âWhatâs next? Flour? How many cups does itâJesus, babyâŠâ Steve trails off as his head tips back with a groan.
âWhat?â You ask sweetly from your tiptoes as you drop hot, openmouthed kisses along the column of his neck.
The counter ledge digs into your back in this position, wedged between him and the cabinets, but you canât bring yourself to care.Â
The late evening sun streams in through the window above the sink, casting the kitchen in a warm, pink glow. It cascades prettily over his Adamâs apple, the bridge of his nose, and you canât resist flicking the buttons of his polo open to see it catch in that patch of chest hair that drives you insane.Â
steve harrington is the kind of guy to do things just to piss you off.
kick his feet up on the table during a meeting about tonight's crawl. leave his stupid bopper wrappers in between the sofa cushions. leave empty coffee mugs in the kitchen. spill said coffee over your cassette tapes and refuse to apologise. if it annoyed you, he did it.
but the most annoying thing about steve harrington? he knew exactly how to fuck you.
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