Want Somebody To Love

ROBIN, STEVE & EDDIE — S04E08: Chapter Eight “Papa”, Stranger Things (2016-)

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Onigiri Miya

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dark tom holland when ur both filming a sex scene but he actually fucks you in front of the directors, who are none the wiser

pairing: dark!tom holland x actress!fem!reader

warnings: smut (minors dni,+18) (non-con)

the tension was high on set the moment you walked in. it was the day for the sex scene in the movie with your co-star tom holland. he was a sweetheart on and off screen until you’ve found yourself in this situation. usually these sex scenes were meant to be fake in reality but that was not what was happening as of now.

you and tom were under the sheets, to not reveal much nudity on screen and if anything slipped you were still in skin colored underwears. nothing would happen right? it was just acting. those were what you thought to yourself before the scene until tom was actually sliding himself into you. 

“what are you doing tom?” you whispered in his ear so that no one else would hear it. it was actually against the rules to do such things in front of the camera because it would technically be pornography. 

“making everything more realistic, darling. remember, i’m a method actor.” the camera was rolling and he was actually thrusting into you instead of pretending. your eyes were shut and back was arched. 

“great y/n, maybe a little harder tom, make it more believable, yeah?” the director ordered and tom was smirking in your neck while also kissing your soft skin. as the cue came in he went harder and started to moan too. your moans were filling the set and you were scared people would find out what was happening in reality. 

your breath was getting heavier and tom’s smirk was getting wider. he was genuinely enjoying this, on the other side you were confused about this whole situation, it felt wrong in so many ways. he didn’t even tell you that he was going to fuck you on set for real. 

before either of you could finish the director yelled “cut!” that was when tom pulled out without making it obvious. he adjusted both of your clothes and acted like nothing happened. 

“let’s take one more take guys. are y’all okay with it?” the director asked and not letting you speak, tom jumped in to say “any scene with her is okay with me really.” he winked at you and all you could do was smile and nod. 

you can read part 2 here

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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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Fuller house

gif by jennaortegas !

Synopsis: Lucas, Dustin, and Max move in with you and Steve for college. Taking care of them together has him thinking things he probably shouldn’t.

Warnings: smut 18+ (minors please DNI), breeding kink, oral (f receiving), p in v

a/n: in the same universe as Full House (but can be read as a stand-alone one-shot too!)

You’re out of breath.

Steve’s lips are hot on your skin, the kind of bruising pressure that has you gasping for air.

“Awfully eager,” you manage to sigh, drawn out syllables like you want him to make this last.

Steve mutters a sloven mess of debauch expletives in response, kisses open-mouthed and needy, teeth scraping over every sensitive spot. He nips along your jaw, the pulse point on your neck, the dip of your collarbones, the delicate osculate between them.

Your skull cavity fogs; a steamy windscreen that shields your brain from prying eyes, every sticky fantasy, every sultry thought.

It’s the stupid movie night that did it.

That’s what Steve says when you ask after his haste, lips trailing over your skin, an airtight seal. It’s sure to bloom amaranthine when he’s done with you. Good. He needs visual aids if he’s going to fuck you nice and slow.

“The movie night?”

The question tumbles out of your mouth in a rush, quick, gasping breaths that have Steve’s head spinning. Your head lolls back a little as you say them, affording him the luxury of a fresh expanse of delicate skin, unblemished.

“The movie night,” Steve affirms, pulling away for a moment. Just one, so he can moon over the fresh glow of your skin, the fullness of your lips. And your voice is soft when you respond, deceptively guileless, as though you’re painfully unaware of the effect you have on him. You raise your eyebrows, say “what about it?”, a coy sense of innocence sweetening your words that has Steve’s cock twitching.

His gaze darkens, a deep brown like rich molasses. “You wouldn’t get it,” he decides.

“Try me,” you offer, and Steve’s heart stutters. He spirals into a sinful mess of all the things he does want to try on you.

The column of his throat shifts as he swallows. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

His lips descend on yours before you’re able to breathe out a response, a pendulum of careless kisses; hard, soft, savoury slow. “Stop it, stop it, stop it,” he mutters over and over, pressing the words into your skin as though he’s worshipping you, creating a lasting imprint.

And his mind fails to stray from the one fantasy he has; an unrealistic one with six kids, his brown eyes and your smooth complexion. The movie night is what brought it to life — Lucas, Dustin, and Max on the couch, cuddled up close with you wedged between them. A family. His family.

“Steve,” you mumble then, feeling him slip his hands under your (his) hoodie. They’re a welcome pressure, warm and broad, velvety touch complementing the softness of your skin. “We should go upstairs.”

He grumbles a distracted yes, a mess of limbs, a trail of discarded clothing leading you back to the master bedroom. And Steve’s lips are everywhere, hot, melty kisses with teeth, creating soft, purple marks where he’s sure you’ll be able to hide them.

“You looked so fucking ready for me,” he mutters. “Sitting in the middle of the couch after the kids had all fucked off.”

Your words are a rushed gasp, so close to a moan that Steve feels his cock twitch again. Fuck. He’s obsessed with the way you sound when you’re aroused, all needy and pliable, out of breath. “When, I — I was waiting for you?”

“And even before that,” he continues, his lips at the juncture of your throat, hard kisses that have you seeing stars. “Fuck, seeing you with all of them drives me crazy.”

You pull away, licking your bottom lip absently. “Good crazy?”

“Irresponsible crazy,” Steve corrects, pushing you onto the bed. Your elbows falls against the comforter before you prop yourself back up, fingers fumbling with his zipper before he’s stopping you.

“No way,” he says, raising his eyebrows at you. He lowers his head until it’s at your bellybutton, kissing a trail of fire toward your panties. “Not wasting a fucking drop.”

He uses his teeth to slide them off, a scraping pressure that has you arching your back on instinct. His voice is final, almost demanding, a reverberating depth that pools at the base of your stomach. It’s a sloven haze of pleasure, heat, and indulgence; the pace of it all creating an impatient ache in the middle of your slick.

“You’re a mess, sweetheart,” he mutters, teasing a forefinger between your wet folds. His breath fans the apex of your thighs, a sticky, hot crescent moon that has your clit throbbing. “Is it my words, or is it me?”

He’s only being insufferable because it drives you fucking insane. You know this. You let him win, anyway.

“Steve,” you whine, bucking your hips impatiently. “Stop fucking stalling.”

His head is so close to your core, now, that you can feel his grin, all cocky and brazen as it raises goosebumps along your skin. They kiss the space like stars in the sky, the brightest ones, the ones that you’ll remember when day breaks.

“I wouldn’t dream of stalling,” he murmurs, sliding his free hand along your stomach, toward the valley of your breasts. Your nipples pique a wave of arousal, easy to roll between his forefinger and thumb. The sensation sends a shockwave through your body; sticky electricity that ends at the base of your stomach, anticipatory.

And when his tongue slides into your slick, the slippery warmth has you feeling dizzy. Your fingers fly to Steve’s hair, tangled and messy and all yours, his expert ministrations coaxing gasps from your lips. Pretty lips, just like the ones he’s tasting now, so Steve mumbles, “Fuck, I love seeing you like this.”

You’re all sticky sweetness and breathy moans, each pinch of your nipple creating a ripple right through your core. Steve’s tongue rolls over your throbbing clit, sucking it nice and slow, revelling in the sound of you saying his name, “Steve, shit, yeah, Steve,” over and over like a mantra.

He pulls away a moment to replace his tongue with his forefinger, quick circles of pleasure sending you closer and closer to the edge. His lips are wet when they find yours, lubricious, hard kisses making up for the way they slide over yours.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he mutters then, taking in your bright eyes, your thick lashes, the malleability of your expressive features. You look as though you’re his. Only his. “So fucking pretty,” he repeats, feeling your core throb and tighten and keen, watching your face for pleasurable twists and catches of breath. “Even prettier when you finish for me.”

And it’s the sureness of his tone that brings you over the edge, an overpowering sense of pleasure that undoes every knot in your core. He rides out your orgasm until his fingers are coated in slick warmth, slow circles only stopping when you’re overstimulated and breathless.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving your expression. He pauses to bring his forefinger to your lips, prompting you to taste yourself.

“Can I fuck you, now?” He asks then, transfixed on the way they pucker, the sweet sound you make as your tongue rolls over his rough skin.

You fumble with his zipper. “Yes,” you nod around his finger, allowing him to slide it out of your mouth. He’s quick to replace your hand with his, springing his cock loose as your arms tangle themselves around his neck. He’s painfully hard, and the revelation of this fact has his arousal increasing ten-fold. More to fill you up with, he thinks, pre-cum beading his tip as he teases it in.

“Shit,” you curse, feeling a pinch of pain as he slides his cock into you. He’s big. Bigger than usual. You’re nails create crescent moons on his shoulders, his neck, the muscles of his back as he moves.

He can feel you tighten around his length, the squeezing throb of your core sucking him in. The pressure is enough to elicit an appreciative moan, head buried into the juncture of your neck as he bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he curses, allowing you a second to get used to his length, “you feel fucking amazing.”

Your fingers tighten around his neck, a sure pressure that juxtaposes your jagged breaths, careless. “I,” your words catch, feeling his cock brush against your fucking insides, you’re sure of it, “so big, Stevie.”

Steve kisses a wet trail of fire to your breast, rolling his tongue over the areola until you’re a gasping mess. He grazes over your piquing nipple with an eagerness that leaves you dizzy, feeling your walls clench, then stretch, before he loses all sense of self-preservation.

He’s slow at first, deliciously long thrusts like he’s trying to gain more than just pleasure from fucking you. His cock brushes against a sensitive spot you didn’t know existed, and the rushed moan it elicits has him twitching against your walls.

“Taking me so good, sweetheart,” he breathes out, rolling his hips deep, sure and soft at the same time. “How does that feel?”

You see stars. “So good,” you moan, his lips still tautening your nipple, a teasing pressure that has you keening. “So, so, good.”

“Yeah?” He encourages, quickening his pace a measure, “You like when I fill you up?”

“Yes, I’m —”

“Like when I go nice and deep?” He continues, voice deeper, huskier than you’re used to. His thrusts are quicker now, more careless, hands bruising the space above your hip-bones as he pulls your figure against him. His eyes are transfixed on the space where he disappears into your core. He’s obsessed with the way you’re coming undone, movements hitting your swollen clit over and over.

“Yes, yes,” you gasp, fingers gripping his shoulders tight. “So full, Stevie.”

“Fuck,” he curses, knot of pleasure intensifying ten-fold. “Can I cum inside you?”

You swear he brushes against your cervix, a sticky pressure that has your eyes rolling back. “Yes please.”

“Yeah?” He affirms, the sweet sound like music to his ears, “Put a baby in you? Make sure everyone knows you’re all mine?”

The way your walls clench at the question has him coming undone, gooey pleasure washing over him as he cums. His cock is deep inside you as he does so, and the overwhelming feel of it brings your climax hurtling forward. Careless thrusts halt the twitch of his cock, and the sticky heat has your core throbbing through it’s own orgasm.

When he pulls out of you, a trail of white follows his tip. You can feel his cum dripping out of your opening, a warm slick that coats your folds, your thighs, the comforter on which you situated.

You’re chewing on your bottom lip when you catch his gaze. There’s gentle surprise on your features, a soft sort of introspection.

“I’m on the pill,” you blurt out after a moment.

Steve’s smile is sheepish. “I know,” he says, sliding his dripping cum back up the apex of your thighs before swirling it into your folds. You squirm at the feel of his forefinger, still sensitive from the two orgasms you had.

“It was still fucking hot,” he pauses, “fantasising about getting you pregnant.”

Your lips parts slightly, not expecting him to be so frank. They look marshmallow soft, albeit bruised some. “Really?” You hesitate, suddenly feeling extremely self-conscious, “Me?”

“You,” Steve affirms, dropping a soft kiss on your nose. “Seeing you with the kids… shit, I don’t know, I’ve always wanted something like that. For real. Big family with a bunch of little Harrington’s running around…”

He trails off, grinning danger. “…crazy hot wife who lets me grope her when no one’s looking —”

“Steve,” you say with a giggle, shaking your head bemusedly. “Stop.”

“No, seriously,” Steve’s eyes are foaming hot cocoa, warm and welcome and disarmingly earnest. “Six kids and someone sweet to raise ‘em with. You know?”

You pout. Steve nips your bottom lip with his teeth, a playful graze that has sets your insides aflame. “Six?” You tease.

“Oh, yeah,” Steve’s really grinning now, hands cupping your cheeks as he brings your face close to his. He kisses you hard, lips pressing a firm pressure on yours like he’s creating an imprint of his own against them. “I plan on having sex everywhere.”

“Optimistic of you,” you mumble playfully, lips parting a little as he slips his tongue against them. He tastes like movie night candy and addictive sweetness, a dizzying mix of you and him.

“Very,” he agrees, kissing you over and over. “For good reason.”

You raise your eyebrows. “For good reason?”

And he’s stupidly cocky when he pulls away, all roguish grin and eyes filled with mischief. “Yeah,” he says, nodding sagely. “You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

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tags: @drewstarkey @dalias-shitshow @drewbooooo

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Choso getting all jealous of a fuck machine and your dildo collection?

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“Why do you need that?” It’s a simple question, but you can’t tell if he’s angry or not. You and Choso were going through your closet, some spring cleaning if you will, and he happened to stumble upon your private box.

“I don’t know, it’s fun.” You don’t think it’s a big deal. Almost every girl has a sex toy or two. Sure, maybe you’re a little bit overboard— you did buy a three hundred dollar contraption that physically fucks your favorite dildo into you— but are you so bad for liking a little pleasure?

He pauses, fingers tracing over the veins on your hyperrealistic toy.

“Am I,” He starts, pausing for a second as if he’s questioning himself. “Am I not doing a good enough job?” Shit.

“No! No, baby, you’re perfect.” You reach and grab the dildo out of his hands, quickly shoving it out of the box. “You’re gone a lot, though, and I don’t know… I get needy, I guess?”

“Oh.” That didn’t seem to appease him. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t mean to leave you unfulfilled.”

“No! Cho, you’re not understanding.” Your hand is over his and it feels like religion. You never get over him. “I think about you every time.”

“Yeah but if I were fucking you enough you wouldn’t need this.” Your heart drops. In some sick, twisted way you think it’s cute. 

“Is it better than me?”

“No.” He finally looks up at you, eyes full of something you can’t seem to understand, and also a little pain.

“Does it make you cum?” You’re not going to lie to him. If it didn’t, that would be a horrible waste of three hundred dollars.

“Yes.”

He’s grabbing you before you can even think twice, yanking you towards your bed with still such a timid touch. It’s a soft push when your back falls onto the mattress, and he’s on top of you in an instant.

“I’m the only thing that’s supposed to make you cum.” Choso fucks sweet. He can get rough, he can fuck you like he hates you, but despite all that he is a gentle lover. There’s never been a moment having sex with him that you haven’t felt his care radiating from him. You can still feel it right now as he latches himself onto your neck— open-mouthed and sloppy—, but there’s a sense of selfishness you’ve never felt before. Possession. He’s jealous.

It’s a silly concept, you think, to be jealous of a sex toy— but Choso is a silly guy. His hands trace down your stomach, fingers hovering over your hip before they go lower, touching you over your pants.

“I don’t like that you have those.” Choso is never controlling. You know he’s not telling you to get rid of them, more so conveying his emotions to you like you’ve begged him to do.

You gasp as he circles your clit, pussy wet under the cloth of your leggings. There’s a sense of routine when you and Choso fuck. He’s always asking what’s okay, always asking what feels good, always checking on you. But now, he strips you naked without a word, bringing himself down to suck at one of your tits while his hand goes back down to your now bare cunt.

He doesn’t waste time with your clit. His fingers plunge inside you, curling into your g-spot as he moves them in and out of you.

“Does it go faster than this?”

“Yes,” It’s shaky, because even though it hasn’t been long Choso knows how to make you feel good. Then he speeds up and it’s better and you’re cockdrunk without even having his cock.

“Oh, shit.” His tongue is back to lapping circles around your nipple, his hair poking at your neck, his chin pressing into your ribs, and you’re overwhelmed. The room is full of sounds of just wet— from his mouth and your pussy— and it’s vulgar and crass and lewd and you want him.

You cum quick. He feels it on his middle and ring finger— you taught him that, you taught him everything, he’s your picture perfect fuck toy— and whines into your chest.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

It doesn’t take him long to live up to his promise. He’s bottoming out in you without a second thought, balls hitting you every time he thrusts.

“This is what you’re supposed to have.” You think you might be stupid right now. Actually, you can’t think at all— sharp breaths and erratic moans leaving you.

Choso is a whiner, but right now he groans. He’s fucking you like he needs you, like he loves you, like you’re meant to be his.

It’s almost grotesque; the way your pussy drips from both of your arousal, the sloppiness of the way it sounds each time he bullies in and out of you, the desperation from your spasming cunt.

“Does it feel like this?” He’s barely getting out the words, almost incomprehensible. “Does it fuck you better than me? Does it fucking love you?”

That’s enough to make you cum again. And now, you feel stupid for ever having it.

“I’m sorry!” He’s relentless, each thrust pounding at your cervix, stretching out the softness of your walls. “I’m sorry, I’m yours, I’m sorry.” And it’s beyond the toys, it’s beyond the insecurity and jealousy, it’s beyond primal emotions.

It’s connection. Sweat drips from his hair onto your cheeks, and in a desperate move you lift your head to lick it off his temple. He owns you. You can both feel it in the way your soft walls clench around him, you can both feel it as your legs wrap in a loose pretzel around his waist, you can both feel it as tears form in your eyes from how much it all is.

“I love you, I’m sorry, I’m yours.” It’s weak, muffled by your moans and the sound of his pelvic bone slapping yours. His hips rub at your clit each time he snaps them into you, his cock grazing the top of your pussy in a way you didn’t know was possible.

“Cum, please,” It’s pure yearning. You can tell he’s close from the way he hiccups his breaths, from the way his head has dipped down into the crook of your neck, from the way he begs you through gritted teeth. “I need you to cum, let me make you cum.”

And how could you deny Choso? So you let go, nails scratching at his back, fingers gripping at the slightest bit of fat on his waist, head lulled into the mattress, and you cum.

And so does he, continuing his choppy movements to fuck his cum further and further into you, getting you as full of him as he can.

He collapses on you for a brief moment, before he shifts himself out of you and next to you, arm wrapping around you as he presses kisses onto the top of your head.

“Is it better than that?” It’s breathy, exhausted and worn, but he sounds so sure of himself you can almost see his smile.

“No.” Choso hums, shifting gears into aftercare.

You finish your cleaning the next day, and when you’re back in your closet, Choso can’t find your precious collection anywhere. He thinks he must’ve done a good job.

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tease / eddie munson

one shot

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

cw: lots of dirty jokes, henderson!reader, pet names (princess), r!ding, getting caught

all the times eddie munson tried to mess with your head and the one time you made him follow through.

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eddie munson was your brothers idol. which was weird, because really you thought it was steve. but a few days into his freshman year and your senior year, he’s gushing to you on the car ride home about the super super senior freak who made him feel like he actually belonged. did you find eddie munson to be slightly scary? yes. but, you were raised to never judge people you didn’t know and dustin just seemed too excited for you to tell him to stay away.

less than a month after the two started to get close, dustin decided to bring eddie over and he accidentally walked into your room as you were changing while trying to find the bathroom. luckily, the only thing you were missing was your top, but eddie munson had no shame. he froze in your door way and didn’t try to hide the fact he was checking you out. “nice rack, henderson,” he spoke with a smirk, finally meeting your eyes.

after shooing him off and replacing your top, you went to find him and your brother. a mini fight ensued, permanently landing you the nickname of princess.

“my sister is pretty, actually,” dustin defended you to gareth who really had zero room to be talking about if someone was attractive or not. little did he know though, you were standing right behind him.

“what are you guys talking about?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at the table of boys.

eddie smirks at you from his seat at the head of the table and stands. “just about how pretty you are, princess,” he says, walking over to you. “but i must say,” he says quieter as he steps directly in front of you, now towering over you. “i think you’d be a whole lot prettier under me,” he continues.

your cheeks flush pink as your eyes widen. “eddie, what the hell?” dustin gasps from his seat. eddie snickers before backing away from you and going back to his chair.

dustin decided it would be a great idea to host one of the hellfire club parties at your place. your mom was gone at a scrapbooking weekend and dustin decided he wanted to be cool like eddie and get drunk. of course, since you were his sister and basically one to mike and lucas as well, you were more than happy to allow it to happen while he was under the same roof as you. the music and drunken talk blasting from dustin's room, through the walls, and into yours was more than annoying though. so you decided the kitchen would be a safer bet. as you were eating your snack of a blue raspberry popsicle and watching your neighbors play fetch with their dog, other steps made it into the kitchen.

of course, it was eddie. “hi there, princess,” he says, already plotting.

“eddie,” you grumble in acknowledgement. eddie opens your fridge, grabbing a soda before walking towards you. “run out of beer, loser?” you ask, wrapping your lips around your popsicle again.

eddie’s eyes followed you closely as your lips wrapped around the almost dripping, unfortunately shaped stick of sugar ice. “believe or not im actually staying sober to watch out for the three little goons,” he says, stepping closer until you could feel his breath on your face.

“babysitter eddie? how sweet,” you mutter, licking the side of your popsicle while maintaining eye contact. you knew what you were doing, and honestly… it was kind of fun.

eddie watched your mouth work around the popsicle again before opening his mouth. “i can’t stop picturing you sucking my dick like that popsicle,” he says honestly.

once again, he takes you by total surprise, causing you to halt mid suck. luckily you don’t have to respond because another pair of less coordinated steps are making their way to you. eddie moves out of your line of vision to reveal the one and only mike wheeler. “y/n!” he calls, drunkenly stumbling over to you and collapsing into your arms.

normally the boy was much taller than you, but he was half fallen in his hug so his face was nestled right between your breasts. “i’m jealous,” eddie remarks, looking at you with a smirk. mike picks himself up slightly so his face now looks up at you.

“y/n,” he hiccups.

“you doing okay, mike?” you asks concerned, rubbing his back.

he nods quickly but then opens his mouth again. he closes it, thinking for a moment before speaking. “i used to be in love with you, but now you’re like my sister and i really love that,” he rambles causing you to laugh. his eyes then travel to your hand and the treat in it. “can i have a popsicle?” he asks.

“y/n, eddie’s coming over!” dustin yelled into your room causing you to groan. that meant dustin didn’t want you to leave your room because according to him you took away eddie’s attention.

for about an hour you did just that, but then you had to pee. you made your way to the bathroom, thinking you were in the clear, only for the bathroom door to open and eddie to walk out. “hey princess, didn’t want to see me today?” he teases with a smile.

“eddie, please i just want to use my bathroom,” you say, knowing dustin wouldn’t like you having a conversation with his man crush.

eddie tsks, blocking the door with his body. “i don’t like the way you say my name,” he starts, causing your eyebrows to furrow. “maybe you should just call me daddy from now on instead,” he suggests with a smirk. you roll your eyes, trying to push past him but he grabs ahold of you and pulls your torso flush against his.

“eddie,” you warn.

he lets his hands sensually travel up and down your sides as he looks in your eyes. “now princess, what did i just tell you to call me?” he asks cockily.

“hey eddie, are you doing ok- what the fuck?” dustin says, walking into the hallway. quickly you push off eddie and give him a look. “it’s nothing dustin, i just need to use the bathroom,” you say as eddie slowly moves out of the way.

you sat alone in the library, using your free period to do some research for your upcoming english project when someone sat right infront of you. “nice necklace,” eddie says, leaning on his hand to look at you.

“what do you want?” you ask in annoyance.

“isn’t it obvious, princess?” he begins, “i want to fuck you, henderson.” you look at him, scandalized. not only were you in school, but that was just so blunt. “and yeah, that necklace is nice, but i think my hands would look better around your neck instead.”

a pit formed in your pussy, his words turning you on. holy shit.

it’s been almost six months since dustin started bringing eddie around, and it was obvious to everyone how much the sexual tension grew the more you interacted. eddie was always making comments and for the last few months, every comment was making you wet. you wouldn’t lie and say you haven’t considered it, shit you almost always had to touch your pussy to the thought of him after he’d make those comments to you.

dustin had made the decision last week to host another one of the hellfire parties while your mom was gone. it was a few days later that you decided that would be the night you let eddie do whatever to you. you were horny, and you couldn’t stop thinking about him. just one fuck, that’s all you needed and he’d be out of your mind for good.

you wore one of your usual outfits, consisting of a sweater and a black skirt and to add some spice, some knee high socks. the group had been over for about two hours now, and you were trying to think of how to get eddie away from the others. but it was like the universe knew how much you needed a good fuck, and after having no success at an idea there was a knock on your door. “knock, knock, princess,” eddie’s voice said as the door slowly creaked open. you turned towards the door on your desk chair and watched as he walked in.

“need something?“ you ask innocently, watching him close the door behind him.

he walked to your bed without even saying anything and sat down on the edge. “a break, damn i hate babysitting,” he says, leaning back on his hands. you take a moment to drink him in, not trying to hide it as you imagine riding him. “checking me out, princess?” he chuckles.

“might be,” you shrug, trying to be nonchalant.

eddie stops for a moment, looking over you. “you look so cute. did you get all prettied up for daddy?” he pushes, wanting to see your reaction. you blush looking away from him, because you did in fact choose this outfit for him. “oh shit, henderson… you did,” he realizes. you refuse to make eye contact, not quite sure how to respond.

eddie’s mind was running circles right now, but all he could think of was fucking you. “come here, princess,” he said, his voice dropping. you finally look up to him, and decide you have nothing to lose. you walk over and he grabs your hand, pulling you down to sit on his lap. “so obedient… what’s gotten into you?” he observes, sticking his hand inside your sweater to rest on your side.

words weren’t coming to you, so instead you fully sat down on his lap and leaned forward to bring him into a kiss. eddie was shocked at the fact he was finally getting what he wanted from you but didn’t think too hard on it before kissing back. you then began grinding on his lap, causing him to grunt in surprise and pull back. “i have never wanted to fuck you more than i do right now,” he says seriously, using his grip on your hip to guide you.

“then do it,” you say quietly, a small whine coming out of your mouth a moment later as his hips buck up.

“you’re serious?” he asks, pushing himself into your grinding.

you place your hands on his shoulders, using them as leverage to grind down particularly harshly. “mhm,” you moan.

eddie feels his cock twitch in his jeans and he squeezes your hip. “use your words, princess. because if this is what you want, all it’s gonna take is me pushing your panties to the side and there’s no going back,” eddie breathes out.

“eddie,” you say, making him look in your eyes. “i want you to fuck me,” you confirm. he grunts, moving your hips off him so he can unbuckle his belt and jeans. you wait in anticipation as he pushes them down his thighs and watch his cock stand tall. “you’re so big,” you moan, reaching down and beginning to jerk his cock slowly. eddie closes his eyes, half trying to figure out if he’s dreaming.

once he realizes he doesn’t care if he is, he takes his hand to rub circles at your clit. you let out a small whimper as you grind your hips down on his fingers which only motivates him. he shoves past your underwear and sinks two fingers into your heat immediately with no resistance, you were soaked. “shit, princess, you been thinking about me? you already ready for my cock?” he asks, pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt.

“daddy, please,” you moan and watch as eddie’s eyes light up.

“say it again,” he demands, curling his fingers.

you gasp at the sensation and squeeze his shoulder and cock. “daddy,” you whine and try bouncing on his fingers.

after a few more moments of fingering you he slows to a stop. “do you want to lock your door?” he asks, thinking of the last time everyone drank here.

you shake your head no, not caring. “need your cock, now,” you say desperately. eddie wastes no time complying and lines his dick up with your soaked entrance.

“you wanna get caught?” he asks, beginning to push in to you. you moan, your head falling back. “you want to be seen, don’t you?” he teases, now using his grip to lower your hips slowly onto his length. you hum contently, the idea of that asshole gareth seeing that you are pretty enough to be fucked making your pussy clench. “fuck princess, you dirty slut,” eddie groans as you fully sink onto him.

you begin bouncing, eddie’s grunts of satisfaction egging you on. “daddy,” you whine out.

“you’re doing so good, your pussy feels so good around me, like you were made for me,” eddie moans, his eyes closing as he feels his release build.

your fingernails dig into his shoulders as you begin bouncing faster, feeling the knot in your pussy tighten. “gonna cum so fast,” you loudly whine.

“me too, princess,” he groans, his own head falling back. “gonna fuck you again and again after this,” he says, thinking of all the ways he could make you cum for him.

you moan at his words, the idea making you even hornier. you begin slamming down onto his lap, the sound of your skin slapping loud in your room. “cum princess, cum for me, all on my cock,” he says, knowing he can’t last more than a few seconds. he takes his hand off your hip, instead sliding it up your thigh and placing his thumb on your clit.

the pressure sends you over the edge, and the edges of your vision go white. “daddy,” you whine in a loud almost-scream. you bounce sporadically grinding as you do, your pussy clenched around eddie’s throbbing dick. eddie grunts rubbing your clit through your orgasm and picking up his hips to slam into your clenched cunt only a few more times until strings of hot cum are filling you up. the two of you thrust through your orgasms, slowly coming to a stop as you try and catch your breath.

“that’s not fair,” a drunken whine comes from the door. both of your heads snap to it, seeing a drunk mike wheeler stand there with one hand on the knob and a beer in the other. a wide eyed lucas pulls him away, screaming a sorry before slamming your door.

you look to eddie, your eyes locking as you think about what just happened. “i’m technically breeding you right now,” eddie says, bringing his hand up to smooth down your hair.

“am i supposed to laugh? because i actually think that’s hot,” you say, looking in his eyes.

he smiles at you, drunk off sex. “then i should probably start filling you up again, huh?” he asks. you smile and lean forward to pull him into a kiss again. “just a few things,” he says pulling away momentarily before reattaching your lips. you moan into his mouth as a response. “lock your door and,” he begins but breaks to kiss you once more, “take off these clothes. i want you naked for the next few hours of things i’m going to do to you.”

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×Hanging from the cobwebs in your mind,×

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