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eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. so imagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.

wc: 956

hi guys! forgot to mention i kind of wrote a part 2 to this so: “love, y/n:)”

“Okay, Eddie! I hear you! So it’s just in your living room? On the table beside the sofa? Okay!” Dustin stops his bike beside the Munson trailer, dropping it down onto the dirt as he rushes to the door. “Wait- how the hell am I supposed to get inside?!”

“Did I not give you my keys?”

“No!”

“Damn!”

“Wait! I see someone inside! I’m just gonna knock on the door till they answer. Talk to you later, over and out!” Amidst Eddie’s protests, Dustin turns off the walkie-talkie and strides over to the door. He secretly hopes to himself that it’s not Eddie’s uncle. But shit, who else is going to be in the Munson residence if it wasn’t Eddie or his scary-looking uncle?

He breathes in and out, raising his fist to knock on the door. However, right after his fists land on the door, it falls open as if it wasn’t locked in the first place. 

‘Red flag. Red flag.’ Dustin knew better than to go into a complete stranger’s house. But, this was Eddie’s trailer. The worst thing that can happen is that he can stumble on some disgusting shit, or God bless him, his uncle holding a knife to his chest ready to pop off and kill him. ‘God, please guide me.’

As he walked inside, it seemed empty. There was absolutely no sign of life, but something did scare the living shit out of Dustin. 

The Munson trailer was clean. Clean as fuck. 

Dustin only knew Eddie from the beginning of the school year. But, regardless of the short time, Dustin knew that Eddie hardly took care of himself and would rather focus on anything else other than cleanliness. Shit, he remembers that one time he went inside Eddie’s room and it was laundry day. The stains on that mattress were traumatizing. 

After going through a state of shock, Dustin remembered the reason why he was even in Eddie’s trailer. He began his search for the paper his leader needed, but it was far more difficult to find compared to the simplicity Eddie emphasized. Dustin cursed him under his breath, opening up every drawer on every table by the one sofa in the entire living room. 

However, Dustin was so focused on his search, that he completely went deaf to the sounds of movement behind him. 

“Hey! Who the fuck are you?!” Dustin almost fell back at the sheer terror he just felt surge through his heart. His breaths began to get erratic. Seeing a really, really pretty woman standing with only a shirt and…shorts? Or were they panties? He didn’t know. But it was fucking scary. Or hot? He didn’t know. “Hello?!? You better say who you are before I call the cops!”

“Wait! Wait! Eddie sent me here! He sent me to get something for the campaign! My name is Dustin! Dustin Henderson!” Dustin raised his hands up in defence, not seeing the woman’s shoulders deflate in relief. She chuckles, prompting Dustin to lower his hands. “W-Wha-”

“God, I’m sorry. Did I forget to lock the door again? Shit. I’m gonna get myself killed one day. Anyway, the paper he forgot is actually on the kitchen counter. I put it there figuring out he was gonna come back.” She walks past him. 

‘Oh jeeze.’ Dustin tries not to look at them, only looking forward to where the paper was. 

“Here you go, sorry about earlier. I just got scared is all. Did he drive you here?”

“No…I biked here.” He blinks twice at you, becoming nervous at your gaze staring him down. 

“Oh my god! Really? Do you want some water? What about a cookie? Oh wait! I baked some cookies earlier, I was really bored. Can you bring some to the DnD club, please? Eds loves them…” As you ramble on about cookies and water, Dustin can’t help but gaze at your beautiful features. Your voice was also soothing, and shit, you look like you give the best hugs. “Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Y/N, Eddie’s girlfriend. Nice to finally meet you, Dustin!”

‘Now I know why Eddie hides you.’

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“Fuck! Look who finally decides to turn up! Henderson, what took you so long?” Eddie walks up to Dustin, eyebrows furrowing in search of the paper he asked him to get. “Did you get the paper-”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Excuse me?”

“I should be saying ‘excuse me’! I get sent, for a paper, and y’know what I find? Hm?” Dustin looks around the room past Eddie, trying to show them validation for his anger. “The most beautiful and shit, best baker, I have ever met in my life!” After his last statement, Dustin shoves the container of cookies at his (now ex) idol’s chest. 

Eddie, though initially confused at Dustin’s anger, finally understands why when he sees your signature chocolate chip cookies. You always add M&Ms, saying that they ‘add a pop of colour’ to them. Not that he minded. He loved it. 

“I don’t get why you’re angry-”

“Bitch?! You have to show them off! Sell these cookies for God’s sakes! Bring her to meetings! Shit! Do I have to teach you how to be a good boyfriend?!?” Dustin drops his bag, groaning at Eddie’s ‘stupidity’. “Let’s get on with the game!”

Eddie looks at Dustin, then at the container in his hands. 

It wasn’t like he was hiding you. Eddie smiles to himself, propping open the lid and eating one cookie. 

Eddie just thinks that you’re his little secret. Only he gets to eat your cookies. Dustin just happened to stumble upon them. Never again though.

“Hey, Eddie, can we try some of those cookies-”

“Fuck off Gareth.”

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nothing going on in my head at the moment but boxer!bucky😮‍💨

he’d sneak you into the change room before a fight to fuck you into the bench before absolutely annihilating his opponent just like he did to you🤤

xoxo,

stas

Boxer!Bucky is 🔥, so I don't blame you for that going through your mind. 😉

Even better because Bucky doesn't usually fuck you before a fight. You weren't sure if it was a myth that boxers didn't fuck before fights, but your man took it seriously. Something about decreasing aggression and energy. You respected that.

So imagine your surprise when he sneaks you in and bends you over the bench. It's quick, dirty and you're a stunned mess when he finishes. Sliding your panties back into place, he smiles and explains sex can also release tension, possibly release more testosterone and give him a psychological boost.

He also may have heard his opponent say he planned to fuck you at some point and wanted him to see who you belong to. 😉

Love and thanks! ❤️

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Wax Wings in the Moonlight

WARNINGS: yandere, stalking, kidnapping, possessiveness, mentions of abuse, slight misogyny, delusion, nsfw, noncon

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! HAWKS X READER

Icarus was an idiot.

A boy with wax wings who loved the Sun so much, he let it burst him to flames. He also resented the constant comparison. He wasn’t a boy with wax wings; his feathers were sharp and crimson, cut like knives, and drew blood at the slightest touch. And he certainly wasn’t chasing after any Sun.

He’d earned his place, spent his life in the shadows and the black, giving his blood, sweat, and tears to serve a world that worshiped pretty wax boys and girls that shined in the Sun.

He wasn’t one of them. He never would be, but he could pretend. He’d run his hands through golden tresses, and give his pretty wax smiles, so that they would feel safe and good and warm in the light.

He was fine being the one to watch like a man in the Moon, surveying the night, so that come morning the Sun could shine. He’d found a sort of peace in it. The night was cold and dark and cruel, but the night was honest. The night was his.

The Sun shone like a spotlight, and as the puppet on the stage, he could do nothing but dance for an audience so insatiable, they were only driven away by the darkening sky. Only to come back the next day for a show they had seen a million times before.

He liked to fantasize about what would happen should the Sun forget to rise one day. Would he be free? Could he unfurl his wings, permanently stained with the blood of the monsters in the night, and fly to the Moon? The Moon didn’t burn; the Moon didn’t blind; the Moon didn’t lie. He quite liked the Moon.

But it was a fool’s dream. Like the little wax boy who thought he could touch the Sun. So he’d play his part, if only to live in the dream that the freedom of the night provided. He was fine being alone. He liked being alone. Until one day, he didn’t.

He’d met many like her; he was sure. Pretty little girls who ran from the Sun because the light was too bright, too blinding, too fake. They were always his favorite, at least for a night.

After all, hawks liked to play with their food, but once it was caught, once it had been devoured? Well, what use were there for bones picked free of flesh he’d already tasted? He plastered on a golden smile.

Now, he wasn’t used to rejection, but his ego could take the way her eyes narrowed, lips twisting in a way that could only be seen as bitter mistrust. He liked pretty little things, sure, but he also liked easy little things. He could take it. The seedy bar was filled with prey, who, while not as sweet, would surely sate his appetite. But then she said something,

“You smile like the Sun.”

His face was half turned away from her, already scouring for his next victim, but his eyebrows quirked in amusement, smile turning sharp and deadly. Got her. He turned to welcome his meal for the night, tongue flicking across razor sharp canines. But then,

“I hate it.” 

He blinked, eyes owlish and wide. And then he laughed. Loud and unreserved, his hand came to clutch his stomach; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been caught off guard like this. He kind of liked it. 

He opened his mouth to respond; he thought to say something quick and witty back at her. If she wouldn’t spread her legs and warm his bed, she could at least stay and talk with him for a while. It was only fair.

But as he lowered his face back to hers, he caught sight of the mischievous smile that played at her lips, and all thought fled from his brain, blood rushing to color his cheeks. It was a lopsided grin that sparkled under the warm lights of the tavern. Like a Crescent Moon, he thought. He liked it.

“Would you like me to show you my real smile?”

He didn’t know why he was being so blunt, but he felt naked under the glow of her eyes. He wanted to test a theory; how much could she really see him?

“No.”

“No? Why’s that?”

“I don’t believe you have one.” 

He’d always known that the night was cruel, that the night was honest; everything was laid bare beneath the glimmer of the Moon.

Icarus really was an idiot. To chase the Sun, when the Moon was so much more raw, so much more beautiful. 

The Moon was in the shape of a woman, and her hips swayed from side to side as she walked away from him, a shimmering silhouette drowned out in the inkinesss of the black sky. He really did love the night.

He didn’t think he’d see her again, though he cherished the memory of her for weeks after their brief meeting. The sparkle of her smile, and the sway of her hips had provided him ample entertainment when he was left alone with only his thoughts and hands to satisfy. 

He didn’t believe in God, or fate, or wax winged fantasies. But damn if it wasn’t tempting when he caught sight of her, legs swinging off a too tall building, cigarette resting between what were undoubtedly soft lips.

He floated down with his blood red wings, and too bright smile, landing on the ledge beside her. She blew out a cloud of smoke in greeting, eyes trained forward--no, upward--glittering in the moonlight.

“You smile like the Moon. I love it.”

Cheesy, but he was sure it would get his point across. After all, it was almost like she had wanted him to find her, alone and vulnerable under the night sky, the sky he owned. She took another long drag of her cigarette, sighing out the smoke.

“Did you know that hawks are blind at night?”

She still wasn’t looking at him, almost as if she didn’t really believe he was there, like he was simply a figment of her imagination passing by in the night. Instead, her eyes scanned the stars. He found himself thinking that they belonged among them. He opened his mouth to respond, but she wasn’t quite finished,

“I think you’ve been dancing around in the night too long. Birdie should fly along home to his pretty blue sky, lest he want the shadows to swallow him whole.”

She spoke in riddles, like a long forgotten goddess come down to earth as an act of grace for creatures too small and too unworthy to truly know her, to truly understand. He realized that he’d gotten it wrong; she hadn’t run from the Sun. She was a creature born in the black of the night. The starlit sky was her home. 

This was fine. He was fine being unworthy. He could play the game; he was good at games, and a game with a goddess of the night was a game all the same.

“Hawks are predators, don’t you know? The shadows can try, but I’ve got my claws hooked to the Moon.”

“And where exactly do you plan on taking this Moon you’ve supposedly trapped in your claws?”

He couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips. The words that left her, poetry though they may be, revealed to him an altogether new, fascinating discovery. She could see right through him. He loved it. And, dare he say, a touch of morbid curiosity tinted her speech?

“Wherever she may want to go. After all, I’m nothing if not a generous suitor.”

“Tell me. How many suitors do you think the Moon had before men realized they couldn’t bring her down to Earth to fuck, and breed like cattle?”

There was finally an inch of emotion in her voice. Irritation colored the pretty words, and he found his smile growing. How humanizing it was. For a goddess to feel in the same way her creations did. The Moon may be cruel, but it was always honest. Whether or not it wanted to be.

“I assure you, I have no intention of stealing the Moon from her sky.” 

She looked at him now, but her eyes were sharp and cold. She’d dipped her toes in the pond of human insanity, and she’d grown bored with it, it seemed.

“I don’t believe you.”

She let her lit cigarette fall, eyes following the small glow as it disappeared into the inky black of the night. And then she stood, stretching her arms above her head. He caught a peek of lace as her shirt lifted, and swallowed as he felt his face heat.

And then she turned, back to the ledge of the roof, and smiled a smile too bitter for her pretty face. Where was that sparkling, lopsided, Crescent Moon grin? And then she leaned back, and fell.

He was on his feet quicker than he realized, blood red wings quick to puff out, and dive. But she was gone, melted into the tar of the starlit sky. How cruel the Moon was. To mock him, to prove just how out of reach she really was.

He wasn’t losing this game. The Moon was pretty, and the Moon was smart. But the Moon was not untouchable. And he had wings. He could fly. Fuck you, Icarus. His wings weren’t made of wax. 

He wouldn’t burn.

It was a while before he found her again, though not for a lack of trying. He’d done some digging as they played this game of cat and mouse. Hawks may be blind in the night, but spend enough time in the darkness, and the monsters you meet are sure to become your friends.

She lived in a place too run down, and too dangerous to be called a home. Though, with her ability to slip in and out of reach at the drop of a hat, she’d managed.

It was a fitting power, he thought. Many had tried to bring the Moon to Earth before, but she slipped through their fingers too easily. After all, she was a million miles away. That was fine. His wings were sharp and his wings were strong. He could fly a million miles, if she so pleased.

Though, she didn’t seem pleased to find him wandering underneath the same streetlights one night. She looked unimpressed when he assured her it was a simple coincidence. The Moon was smart. But she didn’t make an effort to disappear into the pitch black of the night; she must have wanted him to find her. 

How many times would she make him chase her? Did she think he’d grow tired? Hawks, as unwelcome as they seemed to be in the night sky, mated for life. And the Moon was immortal. He had the stamina.

“Icarus seems to be getting too close to the Sun, Birdie.”

He liked the pet name, but the comparison grated his nerves. But the Moon liked the peace, and the Moon liked the quiet. He wouldn’t disturb her; it was her night, after all. He huffed out a laugh too polished, but she chose to spare him the criticism.

“How lucky for me that the Moon seems to be hiding it from view.”

“If wax wings burn in the sunlight, what do you suppose happens to them in the moonlight?”

“Wax wings only exist in Greek tragedies, little Moon. I’m afraid reality is far less poetic.”

There was a beat of silence, an unreadable emotion crossed her face.

“How disappointing.”

She reached a finger forward, and a ripple danced through the inky night. She was done entertaining him for the night.

“What do you mean?”

He wanted to keep her there a while longer. He just needed to fly a bit closer, and he’d be there; he just barely started to feel the Moon’s glow; he didn’t want to lose it so quickly.

“It seems that hawks are blind in more ways than one.”

Her eyes, that shone like the brightest of stars, dimmed. A far away look washed over her face, seemingly entranced with galaxies far beyond their reach.

“Only those who read the story got to see Icarus fall. Only they got to understand. He didn’t. He just died.”

And she was gone.

He stayed under the streetlights for a while longer feeling strangely hollow, be it from her words, or her absence, he didn’t know.

No. The Moon was honest, but she wasn’t all knowing. She couldn’t see everything from where she hung in the sky. And his wings let him see the world.

Okay. He was done with this game. It was time to steal the Moon from her sky. The Moon was honest. The night was honest. He never said he was honest. But he didn’t want to burn; he needed a plan.

He loved the night, but he was loved in the daylight. Who would have known his role on the sunlit stage would do him any good? He’d too easily found the perfect little collar to trap his Moon. She wouldn’t be slipping away from him anytime soon.

He was ripping the Moon from the sky. She would surely leave a hole among the stars in her absence. He felt his chest bubble in manic glee.

Good. The night was his. The Moon was his. He’d worked so hard. He let the strings of his fate puppet him all his life. Wasn’t he entitled to some reward?

And she was the most lovely of prizes.

There was rarely a time she went to sleep before the sun started to peek through the horizon. He had to be quick, lest he want those pretty wax boys and girls who patrolled the daylight to catch him. To steal his Moon.

He hadn’t realized how careless she was, dancing with abandon under the multicolored lights of the bar, leaving her drink unattended at a corner table. Nevermind that, it was lucky for him. No matter how annoying it was to see her friends buzzing around her like moths to her flame. They served as a fine distraction. He’d have her to himself soon enough. Maybe he could make her dance for him.

He would have scolded her for the ease at which the monsters that go bump in the night would be able to climb through her window, but he supposed he was one of those monsters now. That was fine. He’d be a monster if it meant he could hold the Moon in his hands, and know that he was the only one allowed to feel her glow.

The silver collar reminded him of a wedding band as it clicked around her neck. How lucky for him she hadn’t noticed the unnatural bubbles that fizzed her drink not even an hour ago. Her head fell against his chest as he lifted her into his arms. Is this what it felt like to touch the Moon?

Okay, Icarus. He acquiesced. He understood. The feeling of her skin, soft as cotton, sent shivers down his spine. The peaceful look on her sleeping face only reinforced what he had already known. She was a Goddess. Blood red feathers puffed in excitement, and something a little more feral.

The golden glow that began to creep into the sky shook him from his thoughts. Wax wings couldn’t have carried him across the sky as quickly as he had been able to soar home. Wax wings wouldn’t have allowed him to cradle the Moon in his arms like the most precious of possessions, and spirit her away from that sky she loved so much.

But he supposed she hadn’t been entirely wrong as he set her down on satin sheets, that pretty wedding ring collar around her neck. Maybe the shadows of the night had swallowed him whole. That was fine. 

He’d been able to drag her with him into the abyss. She would have to share her moonlight with him now, lest she want to stumble blind and dumb through the dark the rest of her immortal life.

He knew she wasn’t really immortal, but the knowledge that she’d shine only for him until her last breath made him feel like forever was at his fingertips.

He sat, deep in thought, at the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his Moon. He wondered, when she opened those starlit eyes of hers, and found herself brought down to Earth, would she cry pretty, shooting star tears? Or would she look upon him with grateful awe, that he had been the one to finally touch her? To catch her.

And then, remembering her words, a more sadistic thought. He hadn’t brought her down to Earth to fuck and breed like cattle. He really hadn’t. Or not just to fuck and breed like cattle. His lips split in an insatiable grin, tongue flicking out to lick across too sharp fangs. That was simply a welcome bonus.

He’d never had anything to call his own his entire life. All the little wax boys and girls got to play in the Sun. They’d been able to enjoy the light. He’d never understood. The light had held him hostage, and used him to do its dirty work because it was too afraid of the dark to do it on its own. Fine. But if he had to be a slave to the light, he’d revel in the darkness.

He had the moonlight to guide him now.

He was surprised to find that there was a darkness that frightened even the Moon. But the pale horror that painted her face as she gazed upon him, hands clawing at the silver present at her neck could only be explained as suffocating fear.

"Don't be scared, little Moon. You'll be alright down here on Earth. Right here with me, where you belong."

He couldn’t wait to unwrap his present. But as he shed his clothes, and crept forward, and an ocean of tears fell from her glowing eyes, he found himself the slightest bit disappointed. He’d really hoped she’d be thanking him. She should be thanking him.

A spark of irritation lit in his chest. He’d played her game. And he’d won. It was only fair that he collected his prize. He’d flown so far to touch the Moon. The least she could do is lay back, and let his fingers explore.

Oh well. What was one more game?

He captured her hands in his claws, trapping beating fists in pretty silver bracelets laced to the bed frame. Shooting star tears streaked her cheeks as he shoved her into satin sheets. He brushed the wetness from her cheeks, but the rivers that streamed from her eyes were endless.

He felt like gloating to Gods that didn’t exist as he ripped at the pretty white lace that decorated her skin. Pretty white lace. The Moon really was pure, really was untouched.

Well, until now. Suck it, Icarus.

He crammed that pretty white lace that he’d dragged down her legs into her mouth. Screams didn’t suit the Moon’s pretty voice. Where had her riddles gone? He wrenched her thighs apart, and let his eyes explore. His claws slid down, sinking into plush skin, and his head dove between her legs. 

Thank you for the meal. The taste of her on his tongue was like nothing he’d ever known before. Ambrosia. She really was a Goddess.

His tongue explored inside her, and played with that pretty jewel between her legs until she began to tremble. She twisted, spitting the pretty lace out of her mouth, and with a voice breathy and shaking,

“Please.”

Like he said, he was nothing if not a generous suitor. He spelled his name with his tongue across her lower lips, and kissed at her sensitive bud.

Her thighs quivered, hands straining against those silver bracelets, as the most beautiful of moans left her mouth. Her back arched in a way that reminded him of that ethereal Crescent Moon.

He leaned back, wiping the dew from the wolfish grin on his face. He freed her hands, wanting to feel her sacred fingers roam his unworthy skin. Never mind how they pushed and scratched and hit, begging with each new mark they painted on his skin.

After all, where could the Moon go now that the sky was out of reach? He positioned himself at the heaven’s gate his tongue had just barely peeked through.

“You’ve been floating all on your own in the sky too long, little Moon. It seems the shadows have swallowed you.”

And he shoved himself inside.

Fuck.

He finally understood why men went to war, why men died for just a taste of elysium. He vaguely registered the broken pleas and cries that came from her lips, but he payed no mind to the words. The sounds that left her sent pleasure-filled shivers down his spine.

He thrust inside her with wild abandon as she bleated and whimpered, and knew that he had touched perfection. His wings, strong and sharp and bloody, were nothing but wax imitations to the real, raw beauty of the Moon.

He was no different than the little wax boy who thought he could touch the Sun. But this little wax boy had caught the Moon.

Pretty hands came to clutch at crimson feathers, fingers digging in to grasp on to some sense of reality. He realized he could answer her question now. As she tore the feathers from him in terrified, pleasured frenzy, he knew. 

Wax wings didn’t burn in the moonlight.

They bled.

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Hi! I saw your in need of requests, Billy is the new Hawkins highs king, gets all the girls, etc, but the truth is, his Inlove with the schools goth boy who's always hanging around with Eddie Munson & the hellfire club, and they have p.e class together one day, and their alone in the shower room, and they have sex?

Hi!! thank you for the request :D i hope you like it T^T

whats a pretty boy like you doing all alone?

Billy hargrove x male reader

Rated: 18+ MINORS DNI

CW: smut, cursing, slight daddy!kink, petnames (pretty boy, etc), oral, face fucking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, public sex, unprotected sex, rough dom!billy, sub!reader, male!reader, praise, degradation, aftercare (there might be more, if their are plz tell me in the comments)

Billy Hargrove. The new king of Hawkins high. Girls flocked to him, guys want to be him. He had everything he could ever want, except you. You were never popular, you were quiet, you dressed differently, and you like “weird” things, which led to you being labeled as a “freak”. Luckily you found others that were like you, who were into the same stuff, Eddie Munson and the hellfire club. Eddie was like a brother to you, the hellfire club was like your family. Of course, hanging out with them caused you to be shunned even more by your peers but you never really cared. There was one exception tho. Billy Hargrove, you never really understood why you liked him so much, why you cared about what he thought of you. For some unknown reason, you liked him. Sure he was hot and you had heard multiple girls talking about how good he was in bed but that didn't excuse the fact that he was a total and complete asshole. Billy knew he liked guys, he's known for a while. None of the guys in Hawkins really stuck out to him tho, until he saw you one day, talking to Eddie “the freak” Munson. He liked that you didn't care what people thought or said about you, that when people said something to you you always had some snarky comment to say back, that you didn't take shit from anyone. You had seen him stare at you in the halls and in class before. You never really thought much of it till one day in gym class. You had chosen to participate that day so you had gotten pretty sweaty. Since you didn't want to smell all day you decided to take a shower in the locker room. You tried to wait till everyone was gone, little did you know billy was waiting for the same thing, wanting to get some alone time with you. When you thought you saw the last person leave you went into the showers. As you began to wash your body you heard a voice from behind you. “Whats a pretty boy like yourself doing all alone huh,” billy says walking in and turning on one of the showers near you. Fuck he was hot. And damn was he big. No wonder so many girls are all over him. Unfortunately for you, he noticed your staring “See something you like?” he teased “You wish Hargrove,” you said quickly, trying not to sound as flustered as you were “So what's with you and Munson” he asks coming closer to you “Why do you wanna know, you got a crush on me or something?” trying to back away, and ending up pinned to the locker room wall “So what if i do. I've seen the way you look at me, like your begging me to fuck you” he whispers into your ear, causing you to shudder

“I have no idea what your talking about” you answer in a shaky tone “Oh ya?” His leg forces its way between your legs, and you feel your dick harden. “This says otherwise” he smirks moving to press his knee against your growing erection “Fuck you” you moan “Maybe is you ask nicely” he begins to kiss your neck. His hand travels from beside your head down your body so he can grab hold of your cock. “Is this ok?” he asks “fuck, yes” you moan out, bucking your hips to try and get some relief “Good boy” he whispers as he begins to stroke you, kissing and biting your neck

He pumps your dick steadily while his mouth works down your body to your chest. your back arches when he bites, hands tightening on his shoulders. This was so much better than when you did it alone. “Fuck billy, close” you moan into his shoulder “Hold it.” he demands “Cant. please” you beg “I said hold it slut” as soon as he says it your cumming in his hand “Fuck im sorry. I didnt mean t-” your cut off by him slapping you. It hurts but you love it. “I told you to hold it. Since you cant follow instructions i think i should punish you” he says backing way from you. “if you want to come again,” he sits on one of the benches, legs spread. He holds his dick, beckoning you to him with his fingers, “work for it.” You walk up to him, getting on your knees. “say ahh pretty boy” he says as he pats your chin; you oblige him as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Billy holds your head as your take it in. Once you have it all in, he keeps your head there, hand rubbing circles on your cheek as he admires the view. “Such a good boy” he says as you start to move. you work on sucking his dick as your hands alternate between massaging his balls and stroking what couldn’t fit your mouth as your head continues to bob. Apparently you were going to slow for billy because he begins to thrust his hips, fucking your throat and causing you to gag. The sound of you gagging on his cock just turns him one more. you can hear the sloppy noise of his dick hitting the back of your throat as he fucks it. hips bucking at an erratic rhythm as billy holds your head in place. “fuck, you want daddy’s cum? you want me to cum in your mouth huh slut?” he grunts looking down at you. you whimper and try your best to nod your head, the vibrations from your mouth spurring him on.

His legs spread further as he drags you slightly higher, your elbows dig into his thighs, and he holds your head down when he comes. “Swallow,” he tells you, and you do. “Good boy” he praises you, running his fingers threw your hair. he pats his lap, “Now come here.” you get up from your knees and straddle his lap. you are holding onto him, legs barely able to move without trembling as Billy’s fingers reach behind you and start to play with your ass. Putting just the tips in but nothing else. “Billy please. fuck—” You pleaded to him

“Please what. Use your words slut” 

“fuck me, please,” you elaborated, “please” His hand leaves your ass and is replaced by his dick. Billy thrusts the whole thing into you. Your mouth falls open, a strangled sound coming from you as your head falls forward. He gives you a few minutes to adjust to his size, kissing you to try and distract you from the pain. his thrusts started out at a moderate pace, and the kiss stopped when his pace picked up. By now he's slamming into you, one hand holding onto your throat to keep you quiet while the other goes to stroke your cock. “dirty fucking whore, look at you. didn’t know you’d be so dirty. mmm, fuck, should’ve done this months ago,” he continues grunting as he plows into you. 

Your whole body feels on fire as one by one your coherent thoughts fade away. he was fucking you stupid, and you loved every moment of it. You just wished he had done it sooner. Billy was lost in the feeling of you, mesmerized by the way your walls sucked his cock back in time after time

he only came back to reality when your moans became louder and your walls fluttered around him. “gonna cum again, slut? yeah, go ahead, cum for me,” At the last second billy shoves his fingers in your mouth to keep you from screaming out as you cum all over your and Billy's stomachs. He fucks you through your orgasm, using your oversensitive hole to get himself right to the edge. Fully focused now on nothing but his own pleasure. “Fuckin’ slut, you like bein’ treated like a stupid whore huh?” It took only a few more thrusts before he joined your ecstasy, groaning as he orgasmed. he looked at you, watching as your sweaty chest heaved and your head rested against his shoulder. you were fucked out, dazed, yet satisfied.

"pretty boy, you there?" he asked you gently, reaching to cup the back of your head and tilt it up slightly. 

"mhm," you hummed, blinking a few times as you gazed at him. “How about we skip the rest of the day yeah? Take you home and get you cleaned up” he said, running his finger threw your hair while the other hand moved up and down your back in a soothing manner.

“Mkay” you muttered already half asleep, causing billy to chuckle. After billy got you home he was unusually gentle. He carried you up to your room before laying you on your bed. He left for a few seconds, coming back with a wet washcloth to wipe off whatever of his cum was left. By the time he was done you were basically asleep. He began to walk towards the door when you grabbed his wrist.

“stay. Please” you muttered “Of course pretty boy” he got into bed with you, pulling your head to lay on his chest before falling asleep with you.

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A Perfect Fit

Mobster! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’re working your usual shift at a high-end lingerie store when an unlikely client makes an appearance.

Warnings: Non-con/Dub-con, smut, Coercion

Word count: 4k

A/N: This is trashy filth. Period​​​. One-shot.

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Today is slow.

The only customers idly perusing the racks are two teenage girls who giggle and slap each other on the arm each time they hold up one one of the expensive sets, and an undecided young woman whose skeptical glances at the price tags inform you she’ll likely leave the store empty-handed.

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Simple Silver - Dark!Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You’ve been given a gift, one not many Omegas get. A bracelet that when worn by an Omega changes their scent ever so slightly. All you need to do is keep the bracelet on and he can’t find you.

Warnings: 18+ adult content, dark!, ABO (no mentions of knots, heat, or rutt.), general misogyny, noncon/dubcon, smut, vaginal fingering, oral (male receiving), violence, orgasm delay/denial, kidnapping (kinda), she spits in his face in this, possessive behavior.

Word count: 2.7k

A/N: This fic is a request from @leniram1890. Seriously, thank you so much. It’s everything I love to write and read and you just dropped it in my lap. Now that it’s done I want more…

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Ruined Makeup | b.h

pairing: dom!billy x sub!reader

warnings: smut, cnc, dacryphila, spitting, slapping, choking, hair pulling, name calling, oversimulation, dumbification, billy is reaaaally mean in this

w/c: 1.5k (lmao I got totally carried away)

summary: billy loves seeing you all fucked out with mascara running down your cheeks.

masterlist <3 // my ko-fi to support me! <3

The wood of the floor was a bit uncomfortable under your naked knees but that was the last worry you had at the moment.

"Where's your mascara?" Billy asked you sternly as he looked down at your fragile figure kneeling infront of him. You looked at your boyfriend with pure confusion written over your face. Why the hell does he want to have your mascara right now?

"Uhm, second drawer, I think" you answered him as you thought about all the possible things why he would need your mascara for now.

Directly after billy found your black mascara, he grabbed it and closed the drawer kind of aggressively. He bend down right infront of your kneeling stature before he muttered deeply,

"Open up your eyes for me" you had a questioning look on your face but it's billy motherfucking (literally) hargrove, and who are you to disobey him? So, you opened your eyes wider so that he would be able to apply the dark mascara on your lashes.

To your surprise, Billy was actually pretty gentle with applying the mascara and was pretty careful not to poke your eye out or something like that.

"Good girl, perfect" he praised you as you sat still for him while he did his job. Next, he closed the mascara again and threw it carelessly away. "Hey! Be careful with-"

"Shut up" he growled as he grabbed your jaw tightly and squeezed it a bit together. "Do you even know why I just put some mascara on your pretty lashes, or are you already to fucking dumb to even know that?" to be honest, yes, yes you were that fucking dumb because you really had no clue."You really are that fucking dumb already, huh?" he laughed sadistically before he basically 'threw' your jaw to the side and gripped your neck firmly as he pressed you harshly up against your closet. You clutched your own tiny hand around his big one as you tried to losen his grip a bit but it was completely useless to fight against him.

"aww, is she to weak, hmm?" he whisperd quietly as he squeezed your throat a bit tighter. "It's okay baby, shh, it's okay" he murmured gently as he starred into your eyes with a emotion you couldn't really read.

"You still got no idea why I put mascara on your lashes?" he asked you once again but you couldn't do anything expect to shake your head as much as you could from side to side, signaling a tiny 'no'.

"hmm, that's a shame, isn't it babydoll?" he questioned you as he slowly loosened his grip on your throat.

"Should I explain to my dumb little kitten why I put mascara on her lashes?" you nodded with your head as you waited for his answer patiently.

"Because I wanna look what her pretty little face looks like when mascara is running down her wet cheeks. When tears are flowing out of her eyes while she's begging me to stop. I wanna watch how the mascara is completely destroying that innocent look she's always wearing on her face like the perfect little girl that we all know she is not, I know your a slut who just wants to get fucked until she can't even speak properly anymore, I know that baby, believe me I know" he told you quietly as you began to grow nervous.

"get on the bed" he muttered to you before you stood up and went, again, into kneeling position on your bed. "On all fours" he ordered you demandingly as you faced now the mirror that you had behind your bed.

"I love your pretty face babydoll, belive me, but today I don't want to see it until it's ruined with my spit, our cum and your wonderful tears" he said right before he pushed his hard cock in your already wet pussy and started to thrust in and out of you.

"ahhh, fucking hell" you cried out into your pillow as Billy picked up the pace. "Fucking shit dollface, this pussy was fucking made for me to fuck it endlessly, isn't that right, huh? Answer me" he demanded loudly as he suddenly pushed your face further into the pillow with his hand and tilted his head so he would look down at your figure. "Y-yes! Yes, that's r-right billy" you whimpered louder and louder as you felt your orgam approaching you quickly.

"wanna cum lil slut? Huh? Wanna cum all over my cock you pathetic useless lil thing?" he asked you aggressively as he pushed your sweaty face more and more into your big pillow. Billy looked down and tried to focus on the feeling of his wet cock slipping in and out of your poor hole, he laughed hatefully as he picked up his pace and thew his own head back, taking the pleasure he was feeling from sliding in and out of your cunt all in. You screamed out in pain and pleasure as he changed the angle a bit. "Oh fuck, p-please, please!" you screamed as you felt your orgam only seconds away.

"C'mon slut, fuck yourself dumb on my cock, let it all out" he muttered quietly into your ear as he didn't stop fucking you ruthlessly with his cock from behind.

"stop billy, s-stop" you cried out as you felt how tears were dripping down your cheeks onto the pillow. "Oh I'm not done with you baby, not yet" he whisperd right before he grabbed you wildly by the back of your neck and twisted his hand roughly into your messy hair as he made you look at your fucked up face in the mirror.

"Fucking hell, look at you doll, look at that tear stained face, look at the beautiful mascara running down your cheeks, completely ruining that inncont little face of yours, you look like a fucked out lil slut, you hear me? your just enjoying fucking yourself stupid on my cock don't you? Yes you do babydoll, I know you do. C'mon, don't stop, go on fucking yourself to tears on my cock, fuck yourself dumb."

"Please s-stop, I-I can't anymore-"

"You can and you will, I'm gonna fuck this pussy dumb, you understand me? Fuck. it. dumb" he said in a singing kind of voice just to mock you before he started to rub your sensitive clit with his fingertips.

"No! n-no, please, I'm begging y-you, please s-stop, I c-can't give you another- oh my fucking shit!" you cried out in pain but also pleasure. "It's t-too much billy, it's-"

"Shut the fuck up and take it slut, let me fuck your pretty little head dumb, would you?" he asked you with a cruel smile painted on his lips. "Look in the mirror" he ordered quietly. You didn't even understand anything anymore, you were stuttering like a lil baby trying to say it's first words. He twisted his hand harder into your sweaty hair and pulled your head up so you would stare right into the mirror.

"Look in the fucking mirror, you already so fucked that you can't even follow a simple task like that? I'm disappointed" he shook his head in pure disappointment while he laughed watching your body and especially your face in the reflection of the mirror. He moved his one hand so it was right infront of your mouth. "spit" he ordered quietly. You slowly collected a ball of spit in your mouth before you opened your mouth and let it run from your tounge down onto his open palm. "good girl" he praised you quickly before he took his hand back and pulled his dick out of your used hole for a few seconds.

"Don't s-stop please-"

"Oh now you want me to go on? You were literally begging me five minutes ago to stop and now you don't want me to stop using your pussy for my pleasure? Pathetic, fucking pathetic" he growled loudly as he collected some of your guys cum on his hand with your spit and entered your with cum filled cunt again. Billy leaned his body slightly forward and wiped one of the many tears away that were rolling down your face with his thumb before he grabbed your jaw with the other hand. "look up for me" he demanded quietly but clearly. Suddenly he slapped you right across the face with his spit and cum covered hand and laughed spitefully before he roughly stuffed his fingers into your open mouth and made you gag on them with a smirk on his face. Right after gagging you, he decided that he fucked your mouth long enough with his fingers and grabbed your face again and made you look in the mirror as he whisperd into your ear.

"Told ya you would fuck yourself utterly dumb while you face is covered in your tears, my spit and our cum"

And fucking hell was he right.

Because when you looked over your should to take a quick glanze at him, only then you realized that he wasn't even moving his hips anymore. You were fucking yourself absolutely dumb on his cock. Only you.

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Yanderes who fuck their Darlings so rough and fast that their Darling's moans and cries get punctuated and broken up by each thrust

Like Dabi would be railing his Darling and actively TRYING to do this lol

"Please, please stop! I wanna go h-home, Dabi, stop, sto-o-o-o-op!"

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Headcanon

Ari being your dad’s best friend and being tasked with looking out for you while your dad is away doing business stuff, and let’s just say stuff gets pretty “steamy”

honestly don’t know what came over me this is so fucked up😭

pairing || dbf! ari levinson x reader

warnings || age gap, daddy kink, slight misogyny, dark but consensual, spitting, slapping, choking, dumbification, pussyjob, overstimulation, oral f receiving, brief oral m receiving, degradation, public but secluded

as always with nothing better to do cooped up at home during your summer break, your dad away on business trips and unable to see your friends, you decide to spend your days at mr. levinsons home, he was a close companion and confidant of your father and you two had always gotten along well enough

not to mention how he was every single one of your wet dreams come true

but who could really blame you for your mind going straight to the gutter like that because he was charmingly handsome, rugged and burly and with those tight shirts he wore it was easy to ogle his bulging biceps

currently, you were outside soaking up the warm rays of the sun by the pool in a deliberately skimpy bathing suit, thin, pink, and strappy

your eyes closed, body falling in and out of that blissful sun ray induced consciousness as you fail to notice ari making his way to the pool as well, and only when your warm rays were interrupted by a cool shadow you opened your eyes, body snapped out of your haze as your adjusted your eyes to see who had disturbed your serenity

lo and behold it was ari, dressed in a tight dark blue t-shirt, denim jeans in the scorching heat, and aviator sunglasses perched on his nose, shielding his cerulean blue eyes from the intense sun beams

his arms are crossed over his chest and you thank yourself for choosing to put on some sunglasses so he couldn’t see how your eyes were trained to the large muscle and veins, you bite your lip and subtly rub your thighs together as he begins to speak

“you gonna spend your whole summer sitting by my pool?”

“unless you have any better ideas then yes, i’m gonna spend my whole summer by your pool ari”

his jaw ticks and his gaze flickers down to your chest, where you had practically everything on display besides your nipples, which were peeking through the thin material of your bikini, bare stomach and legs all glimmering in the sunlight

he openly stares at you, shameless in his eyes raking over your seductive form

in a perfect world the tension would break and he would finally have his way with you because you know that there’s been something bubbling between you two ever since you dropped your bags at his front door earlier that week and you'd be lying if you pretended you weren't trying to push him to his limits

until he finally broke and had his way with you

you cross your arms under your chest, "get out of the way ari. you're disrupting my afternoon!"

ari scoffs, crossing his thick arms over his chest, t-shirt clinging to his form and biceps literally bulging, "watch your attitude sweetie, would hate to have to teach you some goddamn manners."

and now you're annoyed, rolling your eyes and furrowing your brows as you retort, "what are you gonna do? make me pack my things and leave? my dad would be pissed if you left me on my own."

he laughs, fucking laughs before pouting at you, and the mocking makes your stomach clench

"aww poor baby needs a big strong man to protect her? don't worry sweetie, daddy's gonna take care 'a you."

you gasp, and you can't tell if the sudden intense heat flaring inside you is due to the beating sun or ari calling himself daddy

"y-you're not my daddy!"

suddenly his thick hand is wrapping around the back of your neck, connecting all the way around your throat as he pulls you into him, your hands feebly grasping his wrist as you let out a strangled gasp in shock

“my roof, my fucking rules baby. at my house, i’m your fucking daddy you got that? he spits

your breath hitches as a cloud of submission hazes over you, his hand around your throat and his words combining to be of such pure dominance you feel like melting

a whine lodges in your throat as you continue to look at him until you feel a light slap on your cheek making a moan stumble past your lips

“fuckin’ slut. i asked you, do you understand?”

you nod your head as best you can, mindlessly and obediently, lips parting and a depraved expression morphing your features

“words baby. don’t make me say it again.”

“i understanddd.” your words extend on a whine

“who the fuck am i?”

“y-you’re my daddy.”

he smirks, hand now squishing your cheeks together, “open your mouth sweetie.”

you try to obey him as best you could, eyes watering as you attempt to open your mouth despite his relentless hold and it’s obvious ari knows you’re struggling because he’s smirking the whole time

“this is for not having any manners and talking back to daddy.”

he spits in your mouth, watching as your eyes hood over and you moan out loud, “don’t fucking swallow it.” he demands

you would do anything he told you, so you let it drip down your tongue, down your chin and onto ari’s hand as he laughs at how filthy you already look before spitting again, this time missing your mouth as he slaps the spit onto the skin of your cheeks and your pussy is throbbing from the lack of attention

you hump the air desperately, eyeing the bulge straining against ari’s jeans, and you can only imagine how big he was, at his large stature of 6’5 and all muscle, you don’t even know if he’d fit

“daddy please, please need you so bad please” you whine pathetically, your entire demeanour so different from ari’s it makes you even more stupid

ari seems to take pity on you, finally, he coos at you, pushing you back onto the chair as he eyes the dark spot on your bikini bottoms and seeping down your thighs

he tuts at you, “stupid girl you’re making a mess! all because you’re a filthy little slut hmm?”

you nod and whine, spreading your legs to show him your drippy pussy, and he groans at the sight, your hole is clenching around nothing, clearly crying to be filled as your cream coats your swollen folds

he honestly can’t help himself when he accidentally tears your bikini bottom in two in an attempt to get his fingers coated in your slick

you mewl at the messy contact, as he simultaneously groans, imagining your tight pussy clenching around him, struggling to take him but sucking him in regardless

he swears under his breath, he knows he wont be able to fit himself inside you but he needs to feel you cum

you plead, “please daddy please fuck me! need you so bad need it hard and fast and need you to make me cum please daddy!”

he shakes his head, “i don’t think so sweetie, this pussy is too tight, i don’t want to hurt you.”

“no please daddy i can take it please! i can take it i promise i will!”

he furrows his brows, slapping your greedy pussy making you convulse and buck your hips up as he scolds you, “that’s enough, daddy said no. i have another idea sweetie. something that’ll feel good for both of us.”

“please daddy i’ll do anything!”

“then get my fucking cock out slut.” he slaps your swollen pussy again, groaning at the wet sound that echoes into the open, private backyard

your hands scramble to undo his zip and button, shakily pulling his cock out and marvelling at the sheer size of him, he was huge.

he can see you take aback by the size of him as he smirks, wrapping his thick hand around his cock and jerking himself off languidly, right in front of you

your mind fogs with the need to have him in your mouth so you lean forward and get a kitten lick over his tip before he’s pushing you away and slapping his dick on your cheek

“did i tell you to use your fucking mouth?”

you whine, “b-but daddy i couldn’t help it!”

he mocks your submissive stutter, raising his pitch in a lewd attempt to mock your voice, “w-well daddy doesn’t give a shit. are you such a stupid baby you don’t have any control over yourself?”

you whimper, unable to respond as he hums a “that’s what i fucking thought.”

he manhandles you until your completely on your back, and you can’t even care about the fact that you’re outside on this patio couch being such a slut for your dads closest friend

“ever heard of a pussy job baby?”

you whimper and shake your head no, as he looms directly above you, invading all your senses with his bulging biceps and now displaying his hairy chest since his t-shirt was thrown somewhere between him manhandling you and you trying not to cum on the spot

he smirks, spreading and toying with your folds before coating his dick in your slick, and moving himself so his hands were wrapped around your thighs, pushing them together with your ankles dangling over his shoulders

he doesn’t say anything, just pushes his dick onto your slit and instead of entering you like you so pathetically wished he would, he just rubbed his whole length against your pussy

fucking you without actually fucking you

you mewl lewdly as his dick nudges your clit, back arching at the overwhelming sensation

ari throws his head back at the feel of you, so warm and wet and swollen

“o-oh daddy!! t-that feels- so much-” your sentence makes no sense, as the simple feel of ari’s heavy weight against your poor pussy makes you dumb

he laughs and spits on your face, rubbing it in again as he begins to fuck onto you with more vigour, his balls slapping against your other hole and his dick sliding well onto your stomach after it catches on your clit

“dumb baby can’t talk? just shut the fuck up and let daddy use you.”

you’re immediately breathless, chest erratically rising and failing, toes curling and heels digging into his back, your own back arching and already nearing your peak

he continues to groan about what a stupid mindless toy you are while losing himself in the feel of your slick cunt, fucking his hips harder with each thrust

“daddy ‘m gonna cum! please daddy ‘m gonna cum so hard! please let me!” you sob, hands scrambling to find something to hold on to and ultimately landing on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin

“fuck yeah, fuckin’ make a mess on daddy, c’mon show me what you’re good for baby, stupid dumb little fucking baby.” he grunts each word, nearing his own peak but wanting to see you fall apart first

you squeal as your body immediately relaxes then tightens, wildly convulsing as you shake and spray your release all over yourself and him, your eyes rolling back and stars painting your vision, you can’t even feel his plump lips on your neck, biting the skin there as he fucks his hips sloppily but hard, before grunting your name and coating your stomach and some of your tits in his cream

you lay there quivering as he catches his breath, after one of the most mindblowing orgasms he’s had and you the same

he lets your twitching legs down, biting his lip at his cum painted all over you and how absolutely fucked out you look

he lets you catch your breath, kissing your forehead sweetly and rubbing your arms, before scooping some of the cum off your stomach and bending down to your pussy, messily rubbing it over your swollen folds

he licks his lips at the debauched sight, leaning in and latching his pink lips onto your clit and licking everywhere he can

you squeal, wildly bucking your hips again as the sensations overwhelm you, before his deep baritone surrounds you, “gotta clean up this mess. you’re gonna take it until daddy’s done with his pussy.”

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