suggestive eddie (he’s actually a sweetie pie) who wants to fuck his close friend (she is also head over heels for him)
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
“I think I am going to die.” You slam your head against a pillow, screaming your rage and boredom into the plush surface. It was a Saturday night and you and Eddie had already driven up and down the town’s main drag several times, terrorized Brian - who runs the 7Eleven - and watched all the horror movies you had rented (stolen) from Family Video when you’d visited Steve during his shift the other day. “There’s nothing. To. Fucking. Do.”
“Well there’s always me,” Eddie says with a chuckle.
You lift your bleary face from the pillow it had been mashed in to find him reclining against another pillow at the foot of the bed. He’s not even looking at you. He’s flipping idly through a comic book with one hand and flicking his cigarette into an ashtray with the other.
“What?”
“You could always do me.” His smile is lazy when his eyes roll up to finally settle on you. He’s joking.
Or is he?
Eddie has been saying stuff like this for the entirety of your friendship. It had become so natural to you - as had the swift swat you always leveled to the back of his head - that you usually barely registered his suggestive phrases or innuendo. But something about the way the cigarette is dangling precariously between his lips is making you feel something you haven’t quite felt before. Maybe it’s the boredom. Maybe it’s the stale edible you took earlier finally, finally kicking in. But Eddie looks…well…like something to do right now.
“Alright,” you reply simply.
Eddie chuckles again, eyes sliding back to his comic book. He turns a page.
“Alright what?”
“Alright I’ll do you.”
The choking sound that emits from him has you genuinely concerned for a second. He sputters and stabs the cigarette out in the ashtray like it physically burned him. His sudden loss of cool is actually kind of cute.
Eddie shoves the ashtray and comic book to the side so he can sit up straighter. He steeples his fingers and looks over them at you, brows furrowed.
“I’m sorry…come again?!”
“Getting a little ahead of yourself, Eddie. I haven’t come for the first time yet, but I appreciate the spirit.”
He narrows his eyes at your laughter.
“You’re fucking with me.”
“Sounds like a nice way to pass the time” you shrug, pulling your legs out from their criss-crossed position and stretching out luxuriously.
“So you’re actually suggesting we…” Eddie looks like he’s still having an exceedingly hard time processing any of your words.
“You’re the one who suggested it actually,” you correct. Eddie shakes his head, his curly mane bouncing with agitation.
“Yeah but I’ve been suggesting it for, like, ever. And you always slap me.”
Tiring of the back and forth, you stand from the bed and begin unbuttoning your shirt.
“Do you want to get slapped or do you want to get fucked, Eddie, it’s that simple.”
Eddie seems to short circuit at that, his eyes blinking up at you, his mouth stuttering around words it can’t fully form. You laugh.
“Ok that seems like you want a little of both.”
Eddie finally laughs as well. He slides to sit at the edge of the bed, his hands tentatively finding your hips to make you stand between his knees.
“Is both an option?”
You finish unbuttoning your shirt but you don’t pull it off. His gaze falls to the strip of skin now exposed from your throat to the top of your jeans. His jaw drops a bit so you lightly grab his chin, lifting so he looks up at you.
Thank you for taking requests! Could I request Steve just not being able to take his hands off reader whether at a party or wherever in public?
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
“You do know that people can see you, right? Your hands are not invisible, Steve.”
You say it without an ounce of actual distress in your voice. You both know how much you like being touched. And, even more so, you both know the zing that sizzles through your veins at the exhibitionist thrill of PDA (executed tastefully) at a party. A swift breast squeeze while walking through a hallway. An ass cheek grabbed while blocked by the kitchen island. A hand creeping up your thigh from underneath a table.
The smirk curling Steve’s lips proves that he knows what’s on your mind. Your words are not reproach. Quite the contrary. You’re entreating him to go further. Test the boundaries more.
“So what if people see?” he whispers, stepping behind you so that his front is melded against your back. His chin glides across the side of your neck so his lips can find purchase against your ear, leaving a line of goosebumps in its wake. “Worried they will see how insatiable you are?”
Your eyelids flutter and your breath quickens. The bastard knows the exact location of your every button and boy does he love pressing them. It takes everything in you to stay focused enough to continue the playful argument.
“Worried they’ll see how much of a dog you are and how crazy it is that I let you paw at me all night.”
His chuckle rumbles from his chest, through your back, and into your core.
A little birdie told me you were feeling a little ✨spicy✨ today and I thought I'd just come by and say I had a thought.
Sugar
Daddy
Start-up CEO
Phillip Altman
He's such a cocky bastard and I love him
CLAAAAAAAIRE.
CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIRE.
Phillip loves to spend money on you. Loves bedazzling you with gorgeous jewelry and draping you in expensive clothes. You're constantly reminding him that his company is still a start-up and that he shouldn't necessarily be spending so much on you.
Phillip always shushes you and reminds you in turn that his little "start-up" is raking in the big bucks.
The next time you hesitate when he tries to gift you a particularly expensive item he sits you down on the edge of his desk and tells you to suck it the fuck up. He wants to give you things and you have to take them.
"But it just feels so unfair. You give me all of these beautiful things and what do I give you?" You gaze up at him with doe eyes and he registers you're only half genuine right now. The other half is decidedly too smug.
"A fucking hard on. That's what you give me, baby," Phillip replies with a wolfish grin before clearing his desk with a chaotic sweep of the arm.
He fucks you there and then in his office. Ass in the air, face smashed into papers that he should probably care more about because he's the boss. But then again, he's the boss. He can fuck his sugar-baby-lover-partner wherever and whenever he damn well pleases.
And this thought is all it takes for him to cum, pulling out and spurting his load all over you (and maybe a little over the papers he should have done a better job of clearing out of the way).
Teeeny tiny birthday blurb for my love, @mariesackler. It’s tiny so I know it isn’t much, but please enjoy this thot.
(gif credit: @salome-c )
Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Reader
You love getting mouthy with Santi. You love the way he frowns at you. The way he tells you to stop teasing him or giving him a hard time. He has a hard enough time getting through day by day without you testing his patience.
But test his patience is all you do.
You know you’ve gone too far when Santi goes quiet. He nods at you, a smile on his face. His tongue wets his lower lip. It’s like he’s thinking. How calm he is freaks you out, sending a chill down your spine and a quiver through your pussy.
“Alright baby. If it’s going to be like that.” He shakes his head and points to the space in front of him. “I’m going to need you to come right here. Right now.”
You make to step towards him and he shakes his head once. Sternly.
So you drop to your knees and crawl towards him, watching the smirk creep along his face. When you reach him you rise up, sitting back on your haunches.
“This better, Santi?” you ask innocently.
“Almost, baby,” Santi says, amusement behind his eyes. “Why don’t you go ahead and take me out?”
You do as he says, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and pulling his hardening length out. He looks delectable. But as you go to stroke him, he slaps your hand away.
“Hey! What -?”
“Hush, baby,” he says with a tsk. Your lips drop in a pout.
“But I wanted - ,”
“Bad girls don’t get what they want,” he interrupts quickly. You lick your lips, eyes never leaving his rapidly swelling cock. Your eyes dart up then to meet his hungry ones.
“Then what do bad girls get?” you ask, the picture of angelic innocent. Santi seems to consider you a minute - eyes taking in your wetted lips and dipping down to your cleavage and back up.
“Open,” he instructs. You immediately understand what he means and drop your jaw wide open. “Tongue,” he states simply, and you stick it out, exactly as you know he would want.
Santi’s fist circles the base of his cock and he pumps once. Twice. Three times.
“What do you want, my bad girl?” Santi asks, taping the underside of his cock once, twice, three times against the flat of your tongue. You take your chance and close your mouth around the length of him, sucking. Swallowing him down. Santi throws his head back then, his hands flying to your head, clutching at you, pulling you close.
“Fuck, baby. On second thought, you can have whatever you want.”
I will be writing this evening! I know that the pesky time difference between East and West coast means that it might be on the later side for some folx by the time I start, but I wanted to give people a chance to send in their filth now <3
I’ll reblog some ask lists probably but please please please. Drop by and give me some thots, some tasty morsels - ideas or fantasies or otherwise - or just drop in and chat.
Keeping in mind I haven't actually seen the movie yet - had a dream a few weeks ago where I was Maurizio's aide or something and were getting cozy - and in the dream I was dealing with a stalker, and Mau promised he'd keep me safe but the guy still found me and Mau and I had a huge fight after the stalker was hauled off by the police.
Oh goodness, that actually sounds like a pretty scary dream.
I haven't seen the movie either, but I'm glad to hear dream!Mau was protective and helped you out. Would definitely not mind getting cozy with him!
from tha ultimate ask list, 18 (how old were you when you had your first celeb crush & who?) , 21 (pet peeves?), 35 (how do you take your coffee? or tea or whateva
Ahhhhhh no how are YOU, lovely??? It's been absolutely forever - I hope you are doing beautifuly <3
How old were you when you had your first celeb crush and who?
Oh gosh this is hard. I've been crushing for what feels like forever, but celeb crushes I'm not so sure. I loved Jonathan Taylor Thomas so much it hurt when I was like 7, like the basic bitch I am. Ricky Ullman in Phil of the Future got me. But goodness gracious, this is so stupid - my first like really sexual crush was when I was like 16 with David Duchovny when I started watching X Files. And I've made absolutely no secret of the massive crush I developed on Gillian Anderson.
How do you take your coffee?
I take it the same way - always with vanilla soy creamer. I have seveeeeere dairy allergies so I can't really get coffee drinks out at regular coffee shops because cross contamination will kill me. So I just make coffee with Silk vanilla soy creamer every day, either hot or iced. (Fun fact - lately I've only been drinking decaf and it has changed my life. A month in and it has decreased my anxiety by at least 1/4)
