I'm Obsessed With That Scream Thirst, Could You Make A Fic With Billy And Stu With The Reader Plsssss
i'm obsessed with that scream thirst, could you make a fic with billy and stu with the reader plsssss
everytime i think im out of my scream obsession im dragged right back in and i love it <3
based on this!
everyone is 18+ mdni
warnings: noncon, oral (m receiving) knife play, violence, slight gore, mentions of death, blackmail, some praise, lots of threats, corruption kink, tag team
"Wake up, baby." A groan escaped your lips as you moved to get away from whoever was trying to wake you up.
"Go away," you mumbled sleepily, temporarily unaware of the two masked men standing over your bed.
When the shaking got rougher you shot up on your bed, about to whine to one of your siblings or parents that you would be up in a couple minutes and to get out of your room but snapped out of your sleepy trance the moment you noticed the two masked figures looming over your bed.
One of them stayed still while the other waved at you. "Wakey, wakey. It's time to scream."
Staying in your small home town of Woodsboro and going to the community college that was the next city over had seemed like a good idea. It had always been a fairly safe place, except for the serial killer recently on the loose.
Terrifying as it was, you were like everyone else. There was no way that the killer would target you, an average person, right? You wished now that you were more paranoid, more cautious.
Because serial killers didn’t use logic, there was no reason to murder innocent people. Why would you be any different?
There was no way. There was no fucking way this could happen to you of all people.
"As much as I'd like to hear those pretty screams of yours, don't you fucking dare unless you want my buddy over here to kill everyone in this house."
You immediately nodded your head, not wanting your family to get hurt.
"Good girl. Now we're going to play a game. You like games, don't you (Y/n)?"
They both chuckled when you shook your head back and forth.
"Well you'll love this one."
“Here it is, we’re gonna play “guess who the killer is!”. You have three chances to guess our identities.”
“And if I lose?”
“You already know what we’ll do.”
The duo was met with a long, silent pause as you tried to think hard. Your mind went blank, and it was like you forgot the names of everyone you had ever met. You almost didn’t want to play along, they didn’t tell you what they’d do if you win. Would they make your death quick? Show you some mercy instead of torturing you?
"Answer." Tears spilled down your cheeks as the knife pressed harder against your throat, the sharp blade just about to cut into your skin.
You thought about everyone in your classes. The close friends, boyfriends and girlfriends, everyone. You stared at the blank mask as you thought about it. They hid their identity well, looking gender neutral for the most part. Even though you were sure that they were using a voice box to change their voices, you could tell that they were men, at least the one holding onto you was.
That at least narrowed it down. These two had to be best of fucking friends if they were were murdering people together.
You thought about your classmate, about Tatum, who had recently got murdered. She was the most shocking death out of everyone, you’d talked to her a few times before she died, she was a sweet girl.
Then you thought about her friend Sidney, who had just recently went missing. And the two that brought them together... Their boyfriends.
As shocked as you were, you couldn’t say you were too shocked. They were strange, you didn’t like the way they stared at you. Luckily you had been able to avoid them for the most part, until the girls were erased from the picture.
“Billy,” you let out a shaky breath. Judging by the way they both stiffened you were correct. "Stu and Billy.”
The one in front of you sighed and shook his head. “That’s too bad. Looks like we have to kill you now. Don’t you know the rules of a horror movie, (Y/n)? Killers never let their victims know their identity unless they’re sure they’ll never tell.”
“Any last words, baby?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, you should have figured. Why would they let you live after finding out who they were? You were trying to brace yourself for the pain that was bound to come that you didn’t see them taking off their masks.
Obnoxious laughter filled your ears and you only opened your eyes when you felt the cold metal withdraw from your throat.
"You should've seen your face," Billy laughed. "Did you really think we would do all of this just to kill you? That's cute."
“Yeah, we would never dream of killing ya, (Y/n),” Stu chimed in, moving your body so you were on top of him, your head resting on his chest.
Billy had a mischievous smirk on his face. "You've been so good for us so far, why not let us give you a reward?"
Shaking your head, you weakly tried pushing them away as Stu worked on pulling off your shirt and Billy grabbed your leg and held it up, his other hand snaking to your shorts, hooking his fingers to it and your panties and yanking them down.
You whimpered, your body being so exposed to them. Four hands ran down your body.
Stu grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and pinching and twisting your hard nipples while Billy grabbed your ass.
You gasped as Billy looked you in the eye, the palm of his hand rubbing your pussy. You whimpered, but the satisfied look on his face told you that he took it as a moan.
“Ya have no idea how long we’ve been waiting for this baby,” Stu whispered in your ear, grinding against you.
“Stop!” You tried to sound tough, but they just laughed. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to get rid of the wetness that gathered up from Billy’s hand, uncomfortable and ashamed.
Stu pushed you back, making eye contact with his best friend as they shared a nod. You were on your hands on knees. You looked away from Billy standing in front of you, getting undressed.
Billy looked down at you, a grin on his face. "I feel any teeth and those friends of yours are getting gutted next, alright?"
You were about to nod your head when Stu thrusted into you, making you cry out. You felt so warm, your wet cunt stretching and sucking him in. And Billy didn’t waste any time, the moment your lips parted he pushed his cock into your mouth, neither of them letting you adjust.
“Fuck so tight,” Stu gasped, throwing his head back and smacking your ass. “Worth the wait.”
Stu was slower than Billy, the moment he bottomed inside you he waited for a moment. He wanted to keep going, but he wasn’t that bad. He knew it had to hurt, and you were rocked against him every time Billy thrusted into your mouth.
So he waited, well experienced enough to find your clit, rubbing soft circles into it before he slowly started to pick up the pace. Your body was fast to respond to it, the sensitive nerves making your gummy walls clench around him.
Stu was more experimental, paying close attention to every way you reacted with each push. He knew what he was doing, they both did.
You gasped, barely able to breath as Billy’s cock slid down your throat. You made sure that you didn’t use teeth like he demanded, but you’d never done this so you just let him continue having full control. You felt like a rag doll, being used by the both of them at once.
“That’s it baby,” Billy groaned, hand tangled in your hair and gripping it hard. You gagged against him, letting tears stream down your face freely.
You wondered what would happen if your parents just so happened to walk in, see their beloved, squeaky clean daughter getting violated by two serial killers in the worst way possible.
Would they try protecting you? Or would they be disgusted, disowning you on the spot. None of them would be good. All of them would end in the same outcome, you were afraid.
Those were your thoughts, yet you were disgusted as your body was betraying you, feeling yourself jolt and whine every time Stu hit a sensitive spot inside you.
It made you almost wish that they would be harsher with you, the pleasure was crueler in a way.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think of anything else but your head was spinning, so many feelings that you’d never felt in your life overwhelming you.
“Fuck, I think she’s gonna cum, I can feel it.” Stu squeezed your hips, pushing into you faster.
Your body shook from the pleasure as Billy looked down at you with a satisfied look in his eye. “Told you she’s the one for us. Who else could take us both so good?”
Butterflies erupted in your stomach from the praise, and you felt a heat at your core.
It almost felt like you had to pee, the sensation growing until you couldn’t take it anymore and you felt yourself release for the first time. It was more powerful than you could’ve ever imagined.
You moaned against Billy, feeling like you were about to blackout as you road your orgasm out, letting you blissfully forget about everything for just a moment.
You felt him throbbing inside you, barely picking up the way Billy started fucking your throat harder, liquid sliding down your throat that caused you to quickly swallow.
You were still tired, your mind hazy. You didn’t even know that Stu had finished until he picked you up and threw you onto the bed. The two quickly followed, sandwiching you in between them.
It made you feel suffocated, but something told you you'd have to get used to it. Your heart dropped, your cheeks burning with humiliation as you fully processed what you had just went through. You closed your eyes, refusing to let yourself sob and risk waking anyone up.
"You know, we see ourselves in you," Stu mused, grabbing the knife from your nightstand and dragging it down your bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "We've seen the way you look at some of our classmates when you think nobody's looking."
Billy looked down at you. "You know the saying... If looks could kill? Well now we're going to make it a reality for you."
Your blood ran cold, not liking where this was heading.
"And you'll seal our cover," Stu added with excitement. "The two golden boys and sweet little (Y/n). Nobody's ever gonna suspect us. We can do whatever we want!”
You desperately wanted to argue. Sure, you had thought about harming people before. Getting revenge, even murdering someone. But that wasn't who you were, it was always intrusive thoughts, you always reassured yourself.
Yet you couldn't find yourself able to immediately say no. Your life wasn't the only one at stake, after all. You had a family to protect as well.
"What if-" You paused for a second. "I don't want to hurt anyone? I don’t want to be a killer.”
Billy chuckled. "Oh, of course you can say no." He waved the knife around before reaching out to hand it to you. "But don't be surprised when everyone you've ever loved starts dropping like flies."
Stu wrapped his arms around you, resting his head against your shoulder and looking at you. "It'd be a blood bath," he sighed. "Sounds like a blast!"
Blood was going to be spilled no matter what, and as selfish as it was, you'd much rather it be someone else than you or your family.
With a shaky hand you took the knife, trying not to cry as they grinned down at you.
"Good... Now tell us who our next victim is, baby."
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FINE CHINA
fandom: stranger things
parings: eddie munson x f reader
warnings: smut, swearing, degrading, choking, spanking, hair pulling, unprotected sex
You and Eddie had been dating for a few months now. It was an unexpected relationship and you honestly can’t even remember how it started. How someone as shy and quiet as you ended up with someone like Eddie Munson.
But here were, sitting in his lap while he played D&D with his friends. You didn’t understand the game that well but Eddie loved it, so you tried to your best to learn.
His arms wrapped tightly around you for a brief moment and all you could focus on was the feeling of his dick pressing against your ass. You wanted him to fuck you but you were always too shy to ask.
You wanted him to bend you over and treat you as if you were nothing. You wanted him to be rough, to spank you, choke you, tie you up. You thought about it day in and day out, but could never muster up the courage to ask.
He treated you like you were porcelain. Like you were fragile, like if he hugged you too hard you’d break into a million pieces, like fine china. And while you thoroughly enjoyed being treated as such you just wish that he would hurry up and steal your innocence.
So when D&D finally finished and you were seated next to him in the front seat of his van, one hand on your thigh as he drove back to his trailer, you were hyping yourself up because you knew that if you wanted it, you had to ask for it.
Once you were finally home, your panties already soaking from just imagining what could be, you stood in between his legs as he sat down on his bed to take his shoes off.
Eddie smiled up at you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, heart beating a million miles an hour, your words were caught in your throat. Suddenly feeling too shy to ask.
“Are you okay?” He hummed, hands rubbing up and down the sides of your legs.
“Eddie,” you spoke, your voice just over a whisper as you tried to collect your words. He looked up at you, a warm, loving smile on his face. You cleared your throat, “I want you to take my virginity.”
Eddie froze, eyes widened. “What, like right now?” He asked. You nodded. “Are you sure? I can wait for as long as you need-“
You cut him off, your finger pushed against his lips, silencing him. “I want it now,” you said. “And I don’t care about romantics, I don’t need candles or praises, it doesn’t need to special, I don’t want it soft,” you began. “I want you to wreck me, Eddie, want you to fuck me like a slut.”
Eddie grabbed your wrist, moving your hand from his face as he stood up. “Are you sure about that?” He asked.
You nodded profusely, hands dancing across his chest. “Yes, I want you to be rough with me, don’t want to be treated like fine china in the bedroom,” you said.
His hands moved to your hips, turning you around and pushing his lips roughly against yours. His fingers pulled on the hem of your shirt, helping you pull the fabric over your head and without wasting a second he unclasped your bra, your tits falling free.
His hands grabbed at them roughly, fingers pinching your sensitive nipples and you moaned. Your hands fumbled with his belt pushing his pants to the ground, followed by his boxers.
Eddie snatched your wrists before you could even think about touching him, he spun you around, pushing you flat onto your stomach on his bed. He pulled his shirt over his head and roughly dragged your shorts and panties down your legs.
“Get on all fours,” he demanded and you obeyed, glancing over your shoulder at him as his fingers dug into your hips. “You want to be fucked like a slut, then that’s what you’re going to get,” he said, his free hand cupping your mound.
You gasped as his cold fingers made contact with your heat. “So wet and i’ve barely touched you,” Eddie teased, spreading your wetness through your folds. You pushed your ass back, grinding your pussy against his hand and he slapped your ass. “So needy,” he said, pulling his hand away from you.
You whined, glaring over at him, missing his touch already. Eddie wrapped a hand around your throat, so tight you thought you were going to pass out. “Don’t give me dirty looks, sweetheart,” he spat, forcing your head up as he shoved his entire length inside of you without warning.
You cried out, a piercing pain shooting through your core at the unfamiliar feeling of something inside of you. Your fingers gripped his sheets, knuckles turning white, the pain wasn’t disappearing and you were about to ask him to stop. Tears pricked your eyes as he continued to drill into you.
It took a few seconds but eventually the horrible pain turned into pleasure and your cries turned into moans. Eddie let go of your throat and instead grabbed a fist full of your hair, his other hand wrapped around your stomach.
“How does it feel?” Eddie whispered in your ear before softly nipping at the skin of your neck.
“So good, Eddie… So, so good,” you whimpered in response. “C-can you go faster?” You asked.
Eddie chuckled, his grip on your hair tightening, you yelped as your head was pulled back once again. “Where are your manners, princess?” He asked.
“Please go faster,” you repeated.
“That’s better,” he said, letting go of your hair completely. Your face crashed into his mattress and your moans were muffled by his blankets as he pounded faster into you. “Don’t hide baby, wanna hear those pretty noises coming from your mouth,” Eddie said, tapping on the back of your head.
You turned your head to side and gasped loudly as he spanked your ass. Eddie laughed at you and you looked over at him, making eye contact.
“Look at you, so desperate to be fucked,” Eddie said. “Have you always been this desperate? Too scared to ask because you didn’t want me to think you were a whore?” He asked.
You moaned at his words, he was making you feel pathetic, but you kind of liked it. Liked it when he talked down to you, something that he had never done before.
“I’m gunna cum inside of you and you’re not gunna protest,” Eddie said. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He asked. You nodded your head and he reached over, hand wrapping around your neck again, pulling you up so you were flush against his back as he continued to fucked himself into your pussy. “Your words, Y/N. Use your words, you’re not a baby,” he said.
“Yes!” You cried, tears pricking your eyes from how good his dick felt from this new angle. “I want you to cum inside of me, please, please, please. I need it,” you sobbed.
Eddie laughed at you, once again making you feel pathetic. “Good girl,” he said, sloppy kisses trailing down your neck. You felt the pressure in your core start to unwind, your whole body began to shake, pussy throbbing against his cock as you came hard. Moaning out profanities over and over as his grip around your neck only tightened. “Are you coming right now?” He asked. You choked out a yes, your hips rolling against his to create more friction. “Fuck babe- Jesus Christ, so tight,” he moaned, his tough act faltering for a second at the feeling of your pussy spasming against him cock. “Keep rolling your hips like that, sweetheart,” he breathed.
You whimpered, body trembling as you came down from your high, now focusing on the movements of your hips. It didn’t take long for Eddie to finish, bottoming out inside of you, making sure he shot his load into the deepest parts of your pussy. He pushed you away and you collapsed onto his bed, rolling onto your back, your chest rising and falling heavily.
Eddie stared down at you, a fucked out smile on your face. “Are you okay?” He asked, eyes filled with concern. “You know I didn’t mean-“
“Don’t ruin this for me,” you replied, holding your hand up, signalising for him to stop. “I’m fine, I loved it, I love you!” You exclaimed.
“I love you too,” he smiled, laying down beside you, wrapping an arm over your torso and pulling you close. “You really are the full package, Y/N. I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
You smiled at him, pressing a sweet kiss against his lips, “after that performance why would I want too?”
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in so deep
premise: you’d have a dozen kids if it meant steve kept fucking you like this.
pairing: steve harrington x (f)reader
word count: 495
warnings: eighteen+ content, porn without plot, unprotected piv, breeding kink, dirty talk, slight possessiveness, f receiving oral mentioned, talks of steve and his six lil nuggets.
etc: literally just wanted to write something absolutely filthy and feral for steve, that’s all, that’s it.
i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!
Your legs rest in the crook of his arms as Steve fucks you slow and deep, the head of his cock hitting that spot inside of you that usually hurts, that has the pain outweighing the pleasure and makes your body retreat. But right now, with the way his hips are rolling just right, so fucking slow and gentle, it feels so good.
Your nails dig into the sides of his arms, his mouth on yours. His words are filthy and make your cheeks burn from more than just the heat from your bodies pressed together—from the pleasure.
“Hmm?” Steve hums against your lips, trails a kiss down to your chin to nip at it. “What would you do, baby. If tonight was the night I finally filled you so full that it took?” His breath is heavy, grunts deep, eyes keep closing from the pleasure, strands of his hair falling into your face. “You’d never be able to leave me then, would always have a part of me with you, be mine forever.”
The noises coming from your throat make it burn, your moans weak and whimpering. His words making your stomach flutter with something sickly pleasurable and possessive.
You knew all about Steve’s dream of six lil’ nuggets. Of sharing a life with you, with wanting it so bad. The act of it finally happening more pleasurable than the thought. That maybe this time would be it, that that silly little dream would become a reality, that the perfect mix of you and him would be running around in nine months time.
There’s been several nights, spontaneous occasions when Steve’s bent you over a table, a counter, the hood of his car, telling you how pretty you’d look full of him in your dresses—those pair of panties that would look so much better stained with his come as you walked around with him leaking out of you.
Has even spent time between your legs after he’s come inside your cunt to suck at your clit and fuck you with his fingers to push his seed back into you. The filthy squelching from his mouth, your wetness, and him dripping out of you sinfully obscene.
“Don’t move, fuuuck, stay right there,” he would moan when you’re ontop of him, after he’s come inside of you. Hands on either side of your neck to pull your forehead to his, your knees in a tight lock around his waist. “Keep me inside of you, soak it up, baby.”
You’d have a dozen kids if it meant Steve kept fucking you like this—like that. Feeling his breaths against your skin, his groans above you. The gleam of passion and want and need in his eyes as he looked down at you.
“Beg me for it, baby, please.” Steve’s voice sounds weak, thrusts picking up. “Tell me how bad you want me to come inside of you, how bad you want to be mine forever,” he groans desperately.
Caught Red Handed
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: Y/N and Eddie are in a relationship but Y/N’s brother Dustin has no idea about it.
Warnings: light smut (fingering)
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“I’m heading out Dustin, I’ll be back later!” Y/N called her younger brother.
“Where are you going?” Dustin asked, suddenly appearing from around the corner.
“Just out with a few friends.” Y/N responded.
“Who?” Dustin interrogated.
“What are you? My father?” Y/N asked.
Dustin placed his hands on his hips, “Well someone has to be. You go out nearly every night without explanation. Robin says that you have a secret relationship that you’re not telling me about but I shut her down immediately. You tell me everything, of course you would tell me if you were in a relationship.”
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trouble
warnings — 18 + innocence kink + age gap (readers in her 20’s, he’s in his mid 40’s!!) + daddy kink + house wife kink + breeding kink+ beard kink + cum play + slight degradation + overstimulation + bucky being an absolute menace
summary — act like one get treated like one.
a/n — please read the warnings! dads best friend bucky? absolutely!! because im so in love with this man and the beard does things to me. many more too cum;)
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Jealousy, any man's kryptonite. It was the wrinkles on his sunkissed forehead, death grip around his glass and drowning out the nonsense of the men in front of him. It was some over the top, all out, summer bash that your dad’s company was throwing at some vineyard in the Hamptons. He swears you’d been making heart eyes at a younger man all day but he knew your eyes only ever belonged to him. He felt seventeen again — crushing hard on the girl of his dreams. The girl who made his stomach do somersaults, made his heart beat through his ears— that just made him weak for her.
He wanted to be the one next to you, arm around your waist tucking you into his side. His lips brushing against you as your eyes widened when something caught your interest. He needed a reminder that you were his. So when his steel eyes connected with his favorite doe eyes you knew what he needed— you.
“Bambi, been driven' me fuckin’ crazy all night.” Burgendy lips pressed against your jawline. “This dress? Trouble." His lips slotting against yours, "You’re trouble.” Hands roaming his wonder. “You’re about to feel me right there,” Cold fingers pressing against your body. Right where they belonged.
“Need to be close to that delicate heart of yours.” Heavy. Everything that was spoken between you two always held weight. A promise of belonging to one another.
“Want you to feel me spreading through your body, making its way up. Please, Bambi.”
Warm palms against his scruff that lines his sharp jaw line. He grew it out after you told him you loved the way it felt when his tongue and lips danced between your legs. How it looked after he made you cum- it was pornographic the way your cum lined his beard.
"I need you to see how much I love you."
Twinkle in your eyes as your lips chased his- all the confirmation he needed from you. Only this time his kisses became primal and territorial. Almost afraid if he didn’t you’d vanish.
Breathless and glazed “Where’s your dad?” Hands wrapped around your warm cheeks, the twinkle of those damn Bambi eyes as he looked for his answer.
“Still there.” Speaking between heavy breaths. “Won’t be till the morning.” Your nose scrunched and eyebrows raised. A lmichaeavious but daring look as you spoke to him.
Tongue running against his lips, “Perfect.” Cabernet consumed his tongue, “I’m about to make his daughter scream.”
Then within seconds he has you engulfed around your safe haven. Cold meeting your neck, molding your lips around his as he placed you on the kitchen counter.
Shaky hands found the button, then the zipper, demanding them down. Cold air fanning your body as he raised your dress up and ripping off the white that covered his favorite place to mark — breed.
You looked marvelous. Pebbled nipples from cool air wrapping around your them, faint purple marks trailed along your neck from the earlier and you with those damn Bambi eyes silently pleading him to fulfill his promise.
“Can’t wait Buck, need to feel you. Please.” His favorite song sang.
A groan leaving his lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock, running it through your dripping folds— only ever this wet for him.
Bucky’s tip pressing against your pussy unleashed a sound that was downright beautiful before your velvet walls welcomed him home.
“Fuck Bambi. You get tighter since this morning?” His forehead resting on yours, as he brought you closer to him and finding your lips.
Determined to have his cock feel the heart that belonged to him.
Tongues fighting for dominance, your hands tangled through his hair and when he hit that one spot he captured not only your tongue but the moan he gave you. It was like the gates of hell had opened when he saw you tonight. He should've been the reason for your laugh and smile, not the people you had been speaking to.
“Shit— you drove me crazy tonight y’know that?” Grunting out as you sucked him back in. “That dress is a menace. Stop lookin’ so good.”
“Stop lookin’ at me then.” You threw right back at him, only adding fuel to burning fire.
“Such a fuckin’ brat— don’t worry, i’ll fuck that right outta ya.”
Ripping away from you, he had you pinned against the marble counter. God did he miss those pebbled nipples. Fuck. What he wouldn't give to see how cold they felt. Loved marking them, biting them and twisting your nipple— the sound that fell from your lips made him drive harder into you. Moans erupting from the two of you. They were poetic.
“Act like a brat, I’ll fuck you like one.” Your body connects with his. Fingers splayed around your neck with his lips dancing around it, his fingers tracing the promises against your clit.
“Y’know I can’t not look at the most important wonder of the world, Bambi. Especially since she’s mine.” Teeth grazing your neck with each spoken word. You clenched around him as he spoke.
You got off on the way he spoke to you. Each word holding meanings behind them. His cock brushing against your g’spot earning moan after moan out of you. You squeezed tighter around him each time he hit.
“More daddy. So close.” His lips found your as he swallows each moan. Forefinger and middle finger pressing harder against your clit. The other working your nipples— pulling and twisting. His lips pull away to listen to the words that would leave your swollen lips.
“Beg me.” Speaking those two words in your mouth.
“Please let me cum. I— ‘m sorry. Won’t be a brat.” Lie.
“Let me cum for you. ‘ll be a good girl. Lemme show you how much I love you. Wha ya do to me.”
“Let me make a mess for you, daddy.” You moaned.
A grunt left his mouth capturing your lips with his. He was done for, “Fuck Bambi cum for daddy.”
White coating his cock— your claim to him, as he fucked you through your first orgasm but never stopping as he fucked you through your first, ready to pull another one out of you.
Leaving you empty for a split second before his hands wrap around your hips spinning you around to sit on him.
“C’mon Bambi. Y’can do it.” His hands help you work yourself on top of him.
“Too sensitive.” You whined against his lips.
“Yeah? Well ‘m gonna need one more outta ya. Y’know for being a brat and all.” Hips snapping against you, “Need to watch those Bambi eyes as they roll back when ya cum.” Pink swollen lips, his tongue running against his bottom lip as his eyes beamed brighter than before.
Sweat lined your forehead as your hair stuck to it and a moan left those lips he craved when he came into contact with your ass.
“Bounce on daddy’s cock baby. Make me cum so you can feel it right here.” Your heart. “Let me try and touch your heart. Be a good girl.”
“C’mon fuck me like the whore you are.” His hips snapped up hitting your g’spot over and over again, fingers sliding to pinch your clit. Velvet walls with silky folds. Bucky swore he could feel your cum seeping out of you when you bounced up only to miss the feeling when you came back down.
“Gonna cum baby. Need to cum with ya. Let go for me.”
It was blissfully pornographic. The sounds that filled the kitchen as he came in you and you all over him were perfect. Just like the sight in front of him when you both came down.
Absolutely beautifully wrecked.
Standing up, he placed you on the chair as he stood in front of you. Kissing every inch of his favorite thing to taste, feel, touch, smell and hear. All the way down till he was crouching in front of your dripping, puffy and ruined pussy.
“‘M gonna need to buy lots of dresses baby.” Mirrored kisses placed along the legs he loved wrapped around him and his head. His lips leaving your skin— already craving for them to go back home.
“Why's that?” You hummed out running a hand through his hair and the other grazing his beard. His fingers never leave you as they ghost over your pink puffy folds. A whimper leaving your lips the moment he makes contact with your clit.
“Because when I buy you that dream house, I’ll have the access to fuck you against every surface of it.” His fingers pressing the cum back into you.
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Posters on the Wall | E.M. x Reader
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Summary: Your bedroom is covered in posters of your celebrity crush; Kirk Hammett. It's not until Steve points it out that you notice a... similarity to another metalhead you know.
Smut, afab reader, PWP
Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, degradation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch), slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering (f rec), penetrative sex, creampie, slight praise kink.
5.1K words
18+ MINORS DNI
Your best friend Steve had been in your room many times before. There were no new posters, no new knick-knacks, which is why it was strange he suddenly seemed so darn interested in them. "You know..." He started, putting one hand on his hip and the other on his chin. Oh god, this can't be good.
"You really have a type. Have you ever noticed?" He motioned to a couple of posters on your wall. They were primarily of popular metal and rock bands, but there were some solo posters of members you were crushing on. Kind of. Mainly Kirk from Metallica, but who could blame you? Kirk was 21 when he joined the band in 1983 and had the perfect looks and talent for you to swoon over. He was your favourite.
"What do you mean? A type?" You questioned, putting quotation marks around the 'type'. Steve laughed and pointed at a poster of Kirk that was hung right above your bed. "You don't see it?" He asked, eyebrows raised. You shook your head and shrugged.
"These guys look an awful lot like someone we know, don't you think?" Steve gestured at a cluster of pictures on your wall. Amongst the photos of musicians and actors, there were a few strewn about of your friends. "I still don't get it, Steve." You sighed as you glanced at the picture of Robin, Eddie and you that Steve had pointed at last.
"You're genuinely telling me that your lady-boner for Mr Hammett here has nothing to do with your crush on Mr Munson?" Steve scoffed. Your jaw dropped as you turned to glare at him.
"I do not have a crush on Eddie! Are you insinuating Kirk looks like him? That's what you were getting at?" You crossed your arms defensively. Your brows furrowed as you thought it through. Kirk and Eddie didn't look alike, did they? Steve could practically see the cogs turning in your head. He knew he was digging up an unspoken topic; your feelings for Eddie.
He didn't know what happened that night in the Upside Down. Nobody did, except Dustin, Eddie and you. The three of you refused to talk about it. Steve and Robin had discussed it and decided it must've been insanely traumatic. Hell, Eddie had almost died. Almost. Everybody had made assumptions about how you felt, but that incident settled it. You were in love with him, whether you knew it or not. You couldn't not be, not with the way you looked at him after that.
You shrugged it off and tried to ignore Steve's insinuation. He trotted down the stairs as you collected your things to head over to Eddie's trailer. Your eyes fell on the poster of Kirk hung above your bed, followed by the picture of Eddie and you on your bedside table. Maybe they did look kind of similar? You sighed as you shook your head at the idea. You closed the door behind you and followed Steve down the stairs and out the front door.
The drive to Forrest Hills was strangely muted. Steve informed you Nancy had had to cancel, but otherwise, it was silent. You'd picked up Robin along the way. As usual, she immediately started chattering your ears off, breaking the silence. Steve pulled up and parked next to Eddie's van.
The man of the hour was already stood in the doorway, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against the doorframe. You didn't get to do this often; hang without the kids. You enjoyed their presence, but now and then you needed this. You think you all did.
Eddie invited you in, and you settled on the couch with Robin and Steve. Eddie prepared some drinks and snacks on a tray and balanced it on his hands as he took it to the living room, a bag of chips clamped between his teeth. He set everything on the table and clapped his hands, waving them in the general direction of the cups. "Self-service, ladies and gentleman."
The night was relaxed, consisting of just games and fun chatter. When Robin finally brought up the topic of celebrity look-alikes, you glared daggers at a snickering Steve.
"I mean, it has to be Swayze, right? Eddie argued. You had been first, followed by Robin. Nobody could agree on which celeb looked like Steve, though.
Robin shook her head in disagreement. "It's Rob Lowe, I'm telling you." Steve scoffed. "So I just look like I should play in Youngblood? Because that's what I'm hearing. I don't even like hockey. Besides, Hargrove looks way more like Rob Lowe than I do."
You ended up agreeing that, yes, Steve just looked like he belonged between the generic heartthrobs.
When Eddie came up, Steve remained exceptionally hushed with a mischievous look threatening to spread across his face. You and Robin named a couple of famous actors and musicians before she turned to you and hit you on the shoulder repeatedly.
"Oh! That guy you had the wet dream about last week! The Metallica one on all those posters in your room!" Robin looked like she'd solved string theory as your face turned red. "Robin!" You whisper-shouted in a horrified tone, putting a hand over your face in embarrassment.
"It's Kirk Hammett," Steve spoke up.
"Yes! Thank you! You look like Kirk Hammett!" Robin exclaimed. You loved her, but God, did you want her to shut up like three sentences ago. Did she not hear what she was insinuating? That you’d had a wet dream about an Eddie look-alike? You wanted the couch to swallow you whole.
Eddie’s expression was illegible as he turned to Steve. “You know Metallica members, Harrington?”
“Just the one. I guess you’ve never been in that bedroom because you definitely would've remembered. The guy is everywhere. It’s kinda creepy, actually. Can’t change in there, feel watched.” Steve shuddered at the thought.
“Well, I guess I do see a similarity. I think it’s mainly the hair, though.” Eddie smirked smugly as he leaned back in the chair.
The discussion changed to one about hair, Steve’s to be precise. Yet you kept feeling Eddie’s gaze on you. You sighed as you reached for a chip and turned to Robin when the boys were busy discussing shampoo. “You couldn’t just have named anyone else?”
Robin shrugged. “They look alike. I don’t know what you want me to say.” She stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth.
You watched Eddie as he playfully argued with Steve. The scar on his jaw was slowly fading, becoming less prominent. You guess he did kind of resemble Kirk if you squinted. You could admit Eddie was a handsome guy. Was Steve right? Did you have a crush on Eddie?
You imagined yourself with Eddie on a lazy Sunday morning. Sleeping in, making breakfast, arms wrapping around you as a kiss was planted on your cheek. Heat rose to your face when you realized that was definitely something you could see in your near future.
You tried imagining the same scenario with Steve, and although he too was handsome, the image wasn't accompanied by the same warm, longing feeling. Did you have feelings for Eddie?
Steve and Eddie immediately noticed your flustered expression. Eddie was merely curious, giving you those big questioning puppy eyes. Steve, however, seemed to have caught on. The knowing smirk as he glanced at Eddie before raising his eyebrows at you told you enough. His body language screamed ‘I told you so.’
You really, really wished you could control thought processes. While the domestic scene was adorable, your mind flashed back to Robin’s words and the implication they’d made. You’d told her about the dream in confidence. You hadn’t gone into detail, but she’d heard enough. Clearly, it had stuck.
And now you were stuck. The imagery of that night returned, but the hands trailing under your shirt were clad in familiar rings. The top you took off was suddenly one you recognized all too well. The chest your fingers traced was now adorned with tattoos and scars, the sight of which you were well acquainted with.
Dream-Kirk had morphed into Dream-Eddie, and your breathing quickened when you realized the new mental images had you clenching your thighs, wetter than you had ever been. Was your superficial crush on the guitarist just a projection of your feelings for Eddie?
Eddie had been observing you while he talked with Steve and Robin. You were being uncharacteristically quiet. He noticed the occasional flush of your cheeks and pressing of your legs. You were lost in thought, drink untouched in your hand. He turned to offer you some chips or anything else to your liking.
"Sex?" You were startled as Eddie spoke to you directly. You nearly dropped your drink as your jaw dropped in shock. "What?"
"I asked if you wanted some snacks. Where's your head at?" Eddie raised his eyebrows teasingly. The ghost of a smirk danced on his lips as he watched you squirm and scold yourself. Where was your head at?
"Yeah, sorry, thanks. Guess I'm just a little... distracted today." You sighed as you took the chips from him. You munched on them silently as you sat there mortified. Of course, he didn't just fucking turn to you and ask you for sex.
"What's on your mind?" Eddie asked. You shook your head and chuckled. You glanced at Steve and Robin, who were lost in conversation. "Just, earlier..." You trailed off. Why you were even being honest, you didn't know.
"Oh, I can totally catch you up on which hair products Harrington uses. Apparently, it's this Farah Fawcett hairspray he— Hey! Ow!" He exclaimed in pain when you hit his shoulder.
"You know that's not what I meant, Eddie!" You muttered loudly.
"Hey, I was just giving you an out if you didn't want to breach the whole 'wet dream about my look-alike' topic." He laughed. You sighed as you looked up at him, your thighs involuntarily clenching at his expression. You weren't sure what he was thinking. His eyes darted to your thighs as he took his bottom lip between his teeth.
Your trance was broken by Robin clearing her throat. "It's getting late, your uncle is probably coming home soon, and I don't want to bother him. Should we go?" Steve nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, I guess that's probably for the best." Eddie put his hands on his thighs as he pushed himself out of the chair. "C'mon, I'll drive you guys home." He motioned to Robin and you.
"No, that's okay. I'll take Robin. We live close anyways." Steve smiled. He openly winked at you as he said it. Bastard. Eddie neglected the fact that you lived closer to Robin than Steve did and agreed to be the one to take you home. Perhaps it was time you had a grown-up conversation with him about how you were feeling.
You got in the passenger seat and watched Steve and Robin drive off. An energy you were unfamiliar with filled the van. Tension, maybe? Mutual anticipation? You didn't dare turn to Eddie or open your mouth, afraid of what would happen if you did.
He started the van quietly. You watched as his right hand gripped the gear tightly, knuckles turning white. The left was holding the steering wheel for dear life. You'd hoped the grumbling engine would've broken the suspense hanging in the air, but it did no such thing.
You were almost convinced you'd been imagining things. That Eddie didn't feel what you did. That his breathing wasn't actually any different than usual. That he wasn't being weirdly distant. But all your worries were resolved when his right hand slowly found its way onto your thigh. The strained gasp that left your mouth shouldn't have been as relieved, as suggestive as it was.
"Tell me about the dream." Eddie finally broke the silence. You didn't know his grip on the wheel could tighten even more, but it did. The hand on your thigh was gentle in comparison, fingers tracing circles on the inside that had shivers going up your spine.
"I'm not sure I want to." You confessed quietly, looking out the window.
"Look at me when I talk to you, princess." Your eyes widened at the nickname. His voice had a tone you'd never heard from him before. "C'mon, tell me."
You hesitated, opening and closing your mouth a couple of times. You didn't know where to start. "I guess it starts at a concert. And yo-he's playing the guitar. And I guess that's kinda... hot? And then the concert ends and we... y'know?"
Eddie chuckled at your reluctance. "Shit, I'm gonna need a bit more than that, sweetheart." He squeezed your thigh as he spoke, rubbing it a bit to encourage you to keep talking.
"It's nothing special, really. Just some making out and shit." You huffed, not wanting to go into detail. You tried to recall the dream as vividly as possible, and you were starting to doubt if it had ever even been about Kirk, or if it had been Eddie all along and you'd just convinced yourself it hadn't been. No matter, all the images were of Eddie now. They were consuming you slowly.
"If it's just the thought of making out with me that's been getting you so hot and bothered all night, I can't wait to find out what happens when we actually do, baby." Eddie's hand crept higher and higher up your thigh, eyes never leaving the road.
"It wasn't about you, Eddie." You scoffed. Your gaze was fixated on his profile, but he didn't let up.
"As long as you've got yourself convinced." His smile was mocking you when he finally made eye contact. Your eyebrows furrowed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You questioned. Were you really that transparent all evening?
"It means you're soaked, sweetheart. And have been since you got the thought of me stuck in your head earlier." He said it like it was the most obvious fact in the world. Like he told you the sky was blue, and the grass was green. A whimper left your throat when his finger traced the hem of your panties. How hadn't you noticed his hand coming up again?
"That's right, baby. Feel what I do to you? What the thought of me does to your pussy?" He stroked you through the dampened fabric. There were no longer any words coming from you, just sounds.
You mustered as much willpower as you could and spoke. "Eyes on the road, Munson." It was meant to sound confident, but Eddie knew he had you right where he wanted. Wet and desperate.
"I'm doing fine over here. It's you we should be worried about. Are you still breathing? Or have you just completely given up on all human function?" His chuckle was dark. Who was this person, and what had he done to sweet, loving Eddie? He was ridiculing you, and you were eating it up. How did he know which buttons to press so damn well?
"I'm breathing." You mumbled. Eddie snickered and shook his head. "More like hyperventilating. Speak up." Eddie finally stopped rubbing your clothed cunt to shift the gear and park his van by your house. You hadn't even noticed you'd arrived.
Eddie clicked and undid your seatbelt and motioned for you to get out of the car. You opened the door and put your feet on the gravel, knees weaker than you'd expected. The cold breeze blowing through the trees made goosebumps appear all over your body.
You walked to the door and unlocked it, not checking if Eddie followed you inside. You knew he never intended on just driving you home. He was coming inside.
You walked up the stairs and heard the front door close and lock. Eddie caught up to you and slapped your ass as you walked towards your room. “Nice house. Can’t believe I’ve never been here.” He mumbled as he walked up the stairs.
As soon as the door to your bedroom was opened, Eddie closed in on you. His hands found their way to your hips as he pulled you close. He looked around the room for a little and smirked. There were a lot of posters here.
He pulled you close and put a hand on your chin, tilting your face to his and kissing you softly. Even when he felt like ravaging you, he wanted your first kiss with him to be good, memorable. He felt you melt into his touch, relief washing over you when you finally got to put your lips against his.
When he pulled away, a whimper nearly left you. You managed to hold it in, but your anguished expression was obvious. “Now that that’s out of the way…” Eddie sighed as he towered over you and walked closer, making you walk back towards the wall.
He pushed you against the wall harshly, pressing his lips to your neck. "I understand what Harrington was getting at, now. Totally feel watched in here. Kinda hot, not gonna lie." He laughed as he pried your legs apart with his knee. He could feel the heat radiating from you as he pushed his knee against your cunt. "You into that kinda thing, baby? Maybe next time I'll take you somewhere with real people. Give 'em a little show."
You moaned as he sucked a bruise onto your neck. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? You're a filthy little slut who likes being watched." His hand shot up your shirt and groped your clothed breast roughly, pressing his lips to yours once more. The knee between your legs was torturing you, never quite giving the right amount of pressure or friction. You tried to grind down to seek it, but Eddie's hands went to your hips and stilled them instantly.
"Nu-uh, sweetheart. Only I get to play with your pussy. It's mine now, isn't it?" His kisses had stopped as he observed your expression, trying to read how far he could push it. You nodded wildly, silently pleading for him to continue. "Yes! All yours!" You whined and tried to pull him back into you.
Eddie grinned at your desperation, bringing his knee up just once to watch you keen. You tried to grind your hips down again but huffed in frustration as he held you in place. He reached for your arms, putting them above your head. He undressed you with ease, only leaving you in your bra and panties. "You look fantastic, sweetheart."
"Thank you, daddy." You sighed with your head thrown back, waiting for the touch of his lips to return. When they didn't, your head whipped back down as your eyes searched Eddie's face in confusion.
"What did you just call me?" He questioned cynically with his eyebrows raised. Your heart sank when you realized your mistake. You'd called him 'daddy', a thing you'd known about yourself but didn't dare mention to any of your friends.
"Eddie, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." You stammered, reaching for your shirt to put it back on. Eddie tutted as he took it from your hands with a teasing smile. "No, baby. It's alright. You're gonna stay right here for daddy, right?"
You nodded wildly and pushed your back against the wall again, awaiting his next move. When he reached to turn you around, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. A harsh smack landed on your ass as you yelped, whipping your head around to look at the perpetrator.
"Use your words for me, baby. No nodding or shaking your head, only 'Yes, daddy' or 'No, daddy.' Understood?" He asked, threatening to land another smack on the stinging area. You nodded before catching yourself. "Yes, daddy."
"Good girl."
The two-worded sentence sparked something new in you. A desire you weren't aware of. A need to please Eddie. You'd do anything to hear those words again.
"You like it when I call you a good girl? Made your legs clench, baby. So cute." Eddie whispered in your ear as his hand slid from your ass to your folds, rubbing softly over the fabric. You whined as you searched for more friction. "Yes, daddy. Please." You didn't know what you were begging for. You just needed him to do something.
You were still facing the wall when he pulled at your hips, bending you over. You put your hands against the wall to steady yourself.
He snapped the waistband of your underwear harshly before pulling them down your legs. He ensured his hands were touching you at all times, leaving trails of goosebumps wherever they went. His finger dipped between your folds, collecting the juice on his finger. He put his hand to your lips and bent forward to whisper in your ear. "Taste yourself for me, baby. Taste how much I turn you on."
You took his finger in your mouth right as he pushed another inside your cunt and swirled your tongue around it. Never in a million years would you have believed anyone who had told you this morning that coming nightfall, Eddie Munson's fingers would be knuckle deep inside your mouth and pussy. Yet here you were, and you were loving every second of it.
"That's right. So fucking wet for me. It's embarrassing. Do you have no self-control? Couldn't even think straight when our friends were around. How am I supposed to take you anywhere in the future if you're just gonna be a horny bitch?" Another smack landed on your ass. You grumbled a defence around his fingers, but it was unintelligible.
Another slap. "No back talking, sweetheart. If you're gonna behave like a brat, you're gonna get treated like one."
His fingers left your mouth, allowing you to speak again. "Eddie, please." You begged.
The fingers inside you found a cruel rhythm, curling right under the spot you wanted them to. His other hand, still wet with your saliva, found your clit and started rubbing circles around it. You struggled to stand upright, the arm reaching down your front being the only thing left to support you. "That's not my name, is it, baby?"
You shook your head, struggling to keep it up between your arms resting against the wall. "No, I'm sorry, daddy."
Eddie chuckled at your wanton apology. "That's alright, baby. You can make it up to daddy by lying on your bed for me."
You nearly tripped over your own feet with the speed you tried to get to your bed. The poster of Kirk above it got your attention, and suddenly you understood Steve and Eddie. You did feel watched. Eddie followed your gaze and rested his knee on the bed, leaning over you to rip the poster from the wall.
"Just you wait and see, sweetheart. In a few years, I'll be your celebrity crush." He smiled as he crumpled the poster and threw it to the floor.
"You already are. I'm kind of starting to believe my crush on Kirk was just me convincing myself I didn't have a crush on you." You confessed honestly.
Eddie's hand slid up your thigh as he put a hand beside you, leaning over you. It was only now you noticed he was still fully clothed.
"That's cute, baby. You have a crush on me?" He smirked when he reached behind your back to finally relieve you of your last piece of clothing. You put your hands over your face in embarrassment. You let him take your bra off and eagerly watched as he took off his shirt.
You watched him unbuckle his belt, and nerves settled in your stomach. Were you actually going to have sex with Eddie? You saw his bulge through his boxers and genuinely felt your mouth fucking water. Jesus H. Christ.
You got on your knees and shuffled to him to pull his boxers down. He stepped out of them and let out a relieved sigh when your hand cupped his balls as the other gripped him at the base. He was rock hard, dripping precum from the raging red tip. You gave it a small lick, collecting the liquid on your tongue. The salty flavour of Eddie took over your senses.
His hips bucked and he put a hand in your hair. You bent forward to take him in your mouth, but his grip on your hair stopped you. "Next time, kitten. Just give it a little kiss for daddy, will you?" He asked sweetly. You nodded with a pout, but puckered your lips, pressing a peck to the head of his cock.
"Attagirl." He gently pushed you on your back, climbing over you as he left a trail of kisses up your body. Your fingers discovered his torso, tracing the scars that adorned it. He used to be self-conscious about them, especially when they were more prominent, but you thought they were sexy as hell. They proved he was a hero.
His hand swiped between your folds, appreciating how wet you were and collecting as much of it as he could. He spread it over his dick sloppily, making an obscene squelching noise as he did so. The smile on his face was lewd when he observed you squirming in anticipation. "Didn't bring a condom, baby. Gonna fuck you raw. Gonna fill you up with my cum." He groaned.
You relished in the idea of being filled to the brim. You wanted Eddie inside, now. You tugged at the necklace that dangled in front of your face and pulled him close. That earned you a smack to the tit. A high-pitched cry left your mouth as you watched him in shock. "Desperate fucking whore. I'll fuck you when I feel like it. You're gonna wait patiently, or there will be consequences."
You didn't know whether to be scared or even more turned on at the threat.
He positioned his tip at your entrance and slid inside agonizingly slow. You shuddered as he bottomed out, a guttural moan bubbling from your chest. This was pleasure in its rawest form. He dragged his dick back out at the same agonizing pace before knocking the breath out of you with a harsh thrust.
"Jesus, fuck, Eddie." You tried to hold onto anything to steady yourself. Everything became too much. His brutal pace increased as he gave your other tit a smack. "Was so easy for you when you slipped up, baby. How do you keep forgetting now?"
"'M sorry, daddy." You were delirious when he brought his hand down to rub at your clit. The feeling of his tip hitting the right spot over and over and over, combined with the friction on your clit, was getting you close at a rate you'd never experienced. You weren't going to last if he kept this up.
"Gonna cum already? Feel so good on daddy's dick? Fuck, baby, you're already getting tighter." Eddie rambled as he drilled into you. You were an incoherent moaning mess, a jumbled mix of 'Daddy', 'Eddie' and 'Please' leaving your mouth. He didn't bother correcting you anymore. You were too far gone.
He pinched one of your nipples in tandem with pinching your clit, drawing pained moans out of you. It hurt so good. "Like it when it hurts, slut? Can't cum without the pain?" He asked accompanied by lethal jabs at your cervix. You hated how it nearly sent you over the edge. How he was able to bring out the worst in you. How he knew what you needed, even when you didn't know yourself.
Your moans and whines were increasing in volume and quantity. Eddie could feel you were close and started chasing his own release. He grabbed your shoulder, using it as leverage to push as deep and fast as possible.
You felt him twitch inside. He was no longer talking, just grunting and moaning as he watched your tits bounce with the rhythm of his thrusts. His free hand went back down to your clit and put a delicious amount of pressure on it, rubbing in time with the slapping of his balls against your skin.
"Gonna fill you up. Gonna breed that little pussy full with my cum." He groaned. With a few last thrusts and whines from both parties, he stilled and spilt inside. The feeling sent you over the edge, one last exclamation of "Daddy!" leaving you as you came. He stayed inside a bit longer, admiring your sweaty, heaving shape as you came down from your high.
He slowly pulled out and admired the cum spilling from your pussy with a proud look. He bent down and licked some of it up, making you hiss at the sensitivity of your spent cunt. He chuckled and looked up at you. "Hi." He smiled.
"Don't you 'Hi' me when you just gave me the best orgasm of my life, Munson." You groaned. He just laughed and dragged his body back up and told you to open your mouth. A mix of cum and saliva dripped from his mouth to yours.
"Swallow, baby." He smirked. You did as you were told and showed him your empty mouth. "Good girl." He bent down and kissed you softly, in stark contrast to the proper fucking he just gave you.
Eddie plopped down beside you and looked around the room properly for the first time. He noticed more details now, like the number of pictures of him that were sprinkled in amongst those of Kirk. "If I were to cut my hair, would you still like me? Because it seems like that's your thing."
You laughed and looked around your room. "Yeah, I'd still like you, dumbass."
"Good, good. When Corroded Coffin blows up, you're gonna have to deal with a grand bout of jealousy, babe. That's gonna be me up on girls' walls." He stated matter of factly.
"I think I'll manage."
"Yeah, just go running to Kirk. Maybe by that time, I'll even be able to introduce you." Eddie smirked as he lay on his side, putting a hand under his head to support it. He gazed down at you with an expression you'd never seen on him before. A mix of glee, pride and admiration.
"In your dreams, Eddie." You scoffed as you pushed against his arm, making his head fall back to the mattress.
"Actually, in your dreams. Isn't that how we ended up like this, anyways?"
Hi there! Can I request Female Mihawk Reader with Yandere Lu Bu, Jack, Raiden, Buddha, Qin Shi Haung, Thor, Poseidon, Hercules, Loki, Hades, Rudra, Indra, Hajun and Sasaki?
Reader comes from another World and is revealed to be the ‘Strongest Swordswoman in the World’ with her God opponent being the God of Swords (Reader has Yoru, her Black Blade on her back) and has her Valkyrie Partner transform… to everyone’s shock into a small crucifix pendant, that’s actually a small dagger, which her God Opponent demands in annoyance what exactly is Reader’s game, only for Reader to explain “I’m not the the kind of beast who uses all her might when hunting down a mere rabbit” then has a condensing look as she ‘pitifully’ says “Unfortunately, this is apparently the smallest blade my Valkyrie Partner can turn into, so this will have to do”
Which makes all the Gods and Reader’s Opponent FURIOUS, believing Reader is to arrogant and stupid… until she proves them all wrong by DESTROYING her opponent (The fight ends similar to Zoro and Mihawk’s fight, but the only difference is Reader doesn’t use Yoru, as her calls her opponent ‘Too Weak’ and a ‘Disappointment’ to her, when she kills him, stabbing God’s heart with her tiny blade as he starts to disintegrate) and to add more salt to the Gods’ crippling egos, Reader admits this fight was just like every other fight she’s had “Boring and Unsatisfactory” as she leaves, just as stoic as she fought
However, to everyone’s surprise, Reader shows interest in Sasaki and tells him how he’s the only man worthy of her time (Reader can tell Sasaki is strong, especially since can adapt in battle) and even tells him that she’ll wait for him, no matter how long it takes for him, until he can surpass her, since both are Swordsmen with Honor (Everyone is jealous of Sasaki getting Reader’s attention) and she even asks him every day to spare with her
Reader even tells Sasaki that he should be honored that she uses Yoru when they spare (Sasaki feels honored that a woman like Reader gives an old man like him attention like this, and he could ‘Die a happy man’, which causes Reader to laugh, which is a shock to everyone since Reader is always stoic with a resting bitch face)
-You were regarded as the strongest sword user in the world, even as a woman, you were the strongest, your skills with swords were legendary.
-You enjoyed your time in Valhalla, able to live in quiet comfort, drinking wine, reading books, and meeting other legendary humans, one that you didn’t know, but that was because you were from another world entirely.
-When you died, being caught in a sudden explosion, you were brought here to Valhalla by Brunnhilde.
-This new world was unlike your own, the only people with unique powers were the gods themselves.
-You didn’t fuss with the gods much, getting your own quiet room and plenty of areas to choose from to train in.
-Many of the warriors you faced while training, both humans and gods, were very strong, giving you a challenge, but only for a short while.
-Your skills were too much for them, easily able to overpower most anyone who would challenge you.
-When Ragnarok was announced, you were one of the first people that Brunnhilde approached, asking you to fight against the gods themselves.
-Hoping for the challenge you were finally looking for, you agreed.
-You were fighting first, something you requested and Brunnhilde arranged it for you, and your opponent was announced first as the god of swords himself!
-You smirked for only a moment as you walked out, a massive sword strapped to your back, carrying it with ease.
-Your sharp golden hawk-eye like eyes pierced into your opponent as he was holding two large swords with ease, but everyone was stunned as you made no move to grab your massive sword.
-You touched the cross-shaped pendant hanging around your neck as your Valkyrie partner appeared beside you, “You’re sure this will work?”
-You glanced at her as she was hugging you around your neck, looking like a child, but you instantly pulled out, the tiniest sword that anyone had ever seen, more like a baby dagger!
-Your opponent’s eyelid twitched before he pointed a sword at you, “What the hell is that?!”
-You held your blade, your Volundr, ready to strike, “A weapon that is more than enough for you.” His eyelid twitched again before the gods were quick to yell at you, calling you a cocky human and that you should know your place.
-He shouted at you, charging you with his swords, demanding to know why you weren’t using your big sword, as he wanted to take it from you, seeing the quality.
-You looked almost bored, dodging his strikes before kicking him away from you, your foot in his stomach before you spoke, your voice cold, “I’m not the kind of beast who uses all her might to hunt down a mere rabbit. A pity-” as you looked down at him as if he were dirt, “-that this is the smallest blade my partner can transform into.”
-More shouting from the gods while the humans were in awe of your confidence.
-You rolled your eyes as he shouted out his most powerful attack, trying to take you out and you took a step to the left, dodging it completely, much to his shock as he had turned white, his eyes wide as he gawked at you.
-Your eyes narrowed slightly, “Such a disappointment.” You then slashed at him, cutting him down with an X shaped slash, winning easily.
-Gawking faces filled the arena before the humans went wild, seeing that you had defeated a god and you made it look so easy!!
-You sighed as your partner returned to her normal form, holding onto your hand, making her look like she was your child before you turned, looking up at Zeus, “Was that really the strongest god you had?”
-You ignored the fury of the gods, many who shouted at you, but they couldn’t argue that you did handle your match so easily, it was almost embarrassing for them!
-When Heimdall approached you, inquiring about your thoughts of the match, your words resonated with so many people, “Boring and unsatisfying.”
-The rest of Ragnarok came and went, wins and losses on both sides until humanity was standing in the winner’s circle, and to further prove they deserved their salvation, as you all got to choose one wish together, those who had been killed were brought back to life, both humans and gods.
-The smallest shade of a smile appeared on your lips as your arms folded under your chest, seeing the reunions all around.
-Many gods and humans now had more of a healthy respect of each other, knowing that humanity was indeed stronger than they had thought.
-You were unaware you were now being stared at by both gods and humans, who were taken by your power, wanting a chance to fight you themselves, to test your strength.
-The more they stared as you were speaking to your Valkyrie, Goll, and Brunnhilde, the more they wanted to know about you.
-You were a stunningly beautiful woman, intimidating almost, something even Aphrodite had to admit, but your strength paired with your beauty made you a truly highly sought after woman.
-However, you stunned all by stopping after you had been walking out of the arena, when you saw Kojiro approaching you.
-He offered you a bright grin, “Hey there Y/N! I haven’t seen you since your fight! You were amazing! I would ask for a fight but I would probably lose.” As he said this he scratched the back of his head, laughing lightly.
-You put a hand on his shoulder, meeting his eyes which widened in shock, “No- you’re wrong. Your adaptability in your own fight was very impressive. I’d be honored to spar with you, to see how strong you are now. I would wait centuries for you to surpass me, Kojiro.”
-He was stunned that you recognized him as strong, while many of your other self-proclaimed rivals, were seething with jealousy, as you hadn’t paid them any attention, at least with fights; you would talk with them, but as far as actual fighting, you refused, only willing to fight other sword users.
-You sparred with Kojiro every day, allowing him to train against someone very difficult, and your matches always drew a crowd, not that you minded, mainly because you couldn’t care less.
-As Kojiro laid on his back after another intense session, for him at least, he spoke, “I’m honored a woman like you would give an old man like me any attention. I could die happy.”
-A grin instantly appeared on your face before you threw your head back, laughing warmly, which everyone stared at with huge eyes, as you always had a RBF! You were absolutely stunning when you smiled.
-You reached a hand down to help him up, giving his own a soft squeeze as you spoke with a soft smirk, “It’s a special type of man to grab my attention like that.”
-The glares Kojiro received were well worth it. He had no regrets.
-Lu Bu- When he finally convinced you to spar with him, using his halberd against Yoru, he wanted to see who had the stronger strike, his Sky Eater or your Strongest Slash in the World. The damage as the two strikes hit was so immense, even more so than when Lu Bu fought with Thor, you both had to help clean up the arena after you trashed it. When the dust cleared, both of you were still standing, unharmed and you had to give him a small grin, seeing that he withstood your attack. He became another you fought on a regular basis and he always fought with such joy fighting you, saying you were the only woman he would respect. Thor and him were both strong drinkers, as they would invite you out all the time, which you didn’t mind, finding their antics amusing. It was nice to be able to fight without holding back.
-Jack- Was one of the few who actually didn’t want to fight you, more interested in just conversing with you, sharing tea or wine, playing chess together, and having intellectual discussions. You had to admit that you were a bit curious about his ability to see into your soul, describing the colors you displayed at any given time, it was unique as you had never heard about something like that before. Jack enjoyed his talks with you, never wanting you to leave, as he found you entrancing, from your looks to your strength to your complex personality. He wanted to see more and more.
-Raiden- Raiden was very enthusiastic in trying to convince you to fight him, to the point of chasing you down, running after you until he had you in his arms, like it was a children’s game of tag. You always refused him, as you weren’t a combat fighter, you only used your swords and if you fought him, either you would get hurt from his physical attacks or he would get cut to ribbons. Your words and reasoning did little to deter him as he kept seeking out, asking for a fight, carrying you around in his arms like you were a princess. He was very jolly and loud, but also pushy and sometimes annoying, but you felt like you couldn’t bring yourself to dislike him.
-Buddha- Buddha was another one who was quite pushy, not as in he wanted to fight you, as he was quite laid back, but he was always coming into your house, uninvited, bringing all sorts of snacks that he was willing to share with you. You could enter your home at any given time and find Buddha lounging on your couch, welcoming you home like he lived there. He picked up after himself so it wasn’t that big of a deal to you, and he was quite amusing when you gave him wine and got him drunk, he was a funny, cuddly drunk, which you teased him mercilessly about, but he didn’t care, as you were giving him attention.
-Qin Shi Huang- This cocky little shit irritated you, at first, when he tried to make demands of you like he was in charge of you. As time went on and you learned that was how he was a person, due to him being emperor, you gave him a bit of leniency. He was almost like a child with you, acting spoiled, wanting you to dote on him. He didn’t really want to fight you, although he was curious about your strength, he just liked your icy vibe, as he had seen you smile so brightly, he wanted to see what other sides there were to you.
-Thor- The god was respectful but also quite persistence, in getting you to fight him, as he wanted to see your strength for himself. He would ask you on the daily to fight, but would accept your no, unlike others who would keep asking, but then he would be back the next day to ask you again. You only accepted after you fought Lu Bu, willing to give him a match. Brunnhilde left a lump on your head, Thor’s head, and Lu Bu’s head, scolding all three of you after you and Thor destroyed the arena again. Thor respected your strength and loves to spar with you and Lu Bu both, as you could give them a challenge and they give you a challenge. Plus, they were fun drinking buddies as they were both very strong drinkers.
-Poseidon- Your strength and beauty was unrivaled, or so he thought, when you smiled and laughed, it was like he was being born again, seeing the world with new eyes, but only with you. Poseidon couldn’t stand that you were giving Kojiro the most attention, fury filling him that the older samurai had your attention. It made him want to do even more to get your attention on him. You weren’t bothered by his fancy gifts when he would try to give them to you, refusing them, but his tenacity is what caught your attention, not willing to give up and you finally accepted one of his gifts, a bottle of wine, but you made him sit and enjoy it with you, showing him that there were more sides to you than he originally thought.
-Hercules- This man- this god, was like a giant puppy with you, smiling so brightly when he would call out your name when he sees you around. He’s so respectful of you and your power, not taking anything lightly, which you appreciated, but he’s also super sweet with you, taking your groceries from you, “Let me carry those for you!” he treated you like a lady, but knew for a fact you could probably kick his ass easily, especially if you used Yoru. You enjoyed seeing Hercules, as he showed you all around Valhalla, and he would always be willing to fight you, if you wanted to spar, as he knew he didn’t need to hold back against you.
-Loki- This MF!! He is such a little gremlin and a tease, popping up at random places to try and scare you, wanting to see more emotions out of you, calling out your name so cheerfully. Loki was complicated, if you needed a word to describe him, he was annoying, teasing, perverted, loud, and obnoxious, but as you hated to admit it, if he hadn’t come around for a few days, you found yourself missing his antics. It was sometimes too quiet without Loki’s obnoxious self, popping up at random times. He nearly melted when you patted his head when he came back, asking if you missed him, and you patted his head lightly, adoring your affections.
-Hades- Was very impressed with your skills when he saw you fight, wanting to test you himself, and laughed warmly when you refused to fight him, instead offering him a glass of wine. The two of you became fast friends, as you were similar in personality, usually so serious and stoic, but you did have your soft sides, him with his siblings and you with children. Hades usually got jealous when someone else would try to take your attention off of him, but he was calm about it, choosing instead to just glare harshly while pouting, which you noticed, poking his cheek when you came back, teasing him which he tried to deny that he wasn’t pouting.
-Rudra- Was very soft with you, acting like a gentleman, asking to walk with you, taking anything that you might be holding other than your swords, it was amusing, but appreciated. You found Rudra relaxing to be around, as he was mellow, but you could sense his strength, his determination. You laughed warmly when he asked to hold Yoru, wanting to see how heavy it is, as you were carrying it around like nothing and swung it with such ease. Even with holding it with all four of his hands, Yoru fell to the ground as he could barely hold it up and he gawked before showering you with praise for your strength.
-Indra- Quite and cool, you found solstice with the Hindu god, as he was relaxing to be around, as he didn’t ask you for fights on the regular, only about once a week or so, and he would just sit with you, enjoying spending time together. You did dislike when he smoked, as you didn’t like the smell, but he always made sure to sit downwind from you, so you weren’t overly bothered. You did, however, find out that he was a weak drinker, after you offered to share your wine with him. You couldn’t help but poke his cheek, teasing him as he was nursing a headache afterwards, finding it amusing while he found your teasing side to be rather cute.
-Hajun- You had to discipline him when he tried to grab Yoru, wanting you to fight him, easily taking him out with your unsheathed sword. He was shocked with how easily you were able to take him out, impressed with you while you sat on his chest, but he was unbothered, finding you light, as he asked to fight you again. He was rather territorial with you, if he were to see you, he would hug you and try to keep everyone else away, not willing to share such a strong opponent with anyone else. As time went on however, he grew more territorial, not wanting anyone around you at all, which was more of a headache for you than you thought.
-Kojiro- Kojiro was the only man you gave any physical attention to, mainly because he was your lover now, something he still couldn’t believe. The swell of happiness that would fill his heart when your arms would encircle his neck, hugging gently could warm him all throughout winter. He never asked you for fights, you were the one to ask him, which you didn’t do for anyone else, something he noticed but wouldn’t mention as he would let you curl up in his lap, being doted on by him so gently, your arms around his neck as you both basked in your quiet affections with each other.
OFFICE RELATIONS
FT. TOJI FUSHIGURO
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ PAIRINGS: Pervert Assisstant!Toji Fushiguro x CEO!Fem reader
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ CW: Perverted themes, non-con use of photography, office sex, a lot of teasing, fingering, begging, finger sucking, creampie, reader is in late 30s, Toji’s in his early 40s
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ WORD COUNT: 4K+
𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ FROM CHRIS: I really like this :)). Well, let me …long story short, someone had left me a little message in my taglist on how my fics could be longer. I couldn’t have agreed more so…yeah, pls enjoy bc I loved writing this
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This with nanami🙏🏾🙏🏾
ask and ye shall receive <3 content: MDNI, fwb!Nanami x f!Reader, handcuffs, piv sex, light choking, slight exhibitionism ig
Nanami Kento was a man who knew how to multitask.
He's expected to attend a meeting online he knows is a waste of time? He's finishing that afternoon's paperwork off-screen and still chiming at just the right moment with just the right insight. Lunch breaks? He'd rather eat his sandwich at his desk while he works than take it and be stuck there past five. You once caught him reading in the bathtub, wine glass in one hand while the suds clung to his chest. But this?
This was, uh, new.
"Sweetheart, sorry, I have to take this," His honeyed voice murmured in your ear, soft lips grazing against your neck as his other hand reached for his phone on the nightstand.
"Ken-" You started, about to tell him it was fine despite your disappointment, expecting him to pull out, but no, him readjusting just seemed to force his cock in deeper. Snapping your mouth shut to stifle your own gasp right as his thumb swiped over the screen and brought it to his ear.
"Hello? Yes, this is him," Nanami answered, somehow managing to sound professional while his cock was practically kissing your cervix. The throb of his thick length while you reluctantly unwrapped your legs from around his waist was taunting, blinking up at his collected face, only a few strands of his shiny blonde hair hanging loose even hinting at him being anything other than put-together. You wanted to touch it, brush it out of his face and twirl it around your finger, but you were cuffed, the metal cool around your wrists as they rested above your head.
You could barely understand the voice on the other end, something about an interview before you heard the word now and pieced it together.
"Now works," Nanami replied. He didn't pull out.
You waited, one second, two, but once you hit five in your head, you were mouthing his name, but he just pressed a soft, silent kiss to your forehead before proceeding to pull out just to slide right back in.
There was no fucking way he was-
The second thrust quickly turned into the twentieth though, his free hand pulling your thigh back over his hip so he could angle himself back in just as deep, careful not to smack into your skin hard enough to make a noise loud enough to be heard on the other end. All while he answered every stupid question about statistics and personal accomplishments and his recent projects and sales, even fucking chuckling at something the guy on the other end said like he wasn't bottoming out inside you with every brutal pump.
Your wrists straining against the handcuffs now, squirming under the weight of his frame and studying how handsome he looked like this, his sculpted chest and shoulders, the faint blond happy trail above where his cock was connected with you. He only briefly pulled the phone away from his ear to shake his head and give you one little chiding click of his tongue while nodding towards where your hands were bound, reminding you not to hurt yourself.
Pouting, you stuck your tongue out at him and you could pretty much see him tighten the leash on his own restraint to resist rolling his eyes and flipping you over to deliver a rough smack to your ass.
"I prefer not to work overtime, but if necessary..." Nanami returned his attention back to the man on the phone, who probably would never guess what position his interviewee had you in. Your own gasps and panting were barely contained, biting down on your lip to keep it from falling open while he tried to split you open with his cock.
Losing track of time while you were losing your grip on your slipping sanity, teased closer and closer to a climax as you desperately attempted to stay silent.
A tiny whine escaped, hardly a squeak, when his swollen tip grinded against the soft spot in the back, all your muscles squeezing around him as you struggled to hold in another needy whimper.
The hand holding your thigh disappeared, the heat of his palm lingering before it suddenly wrapped around your throat, applying just enough pressure to keep you quiet. His sturdy fingers flexed and pressing into the tendons, squeezing you back, the heat between your thighs burning brighter at the hold he had on you. Your legs locked back around his waist tighter before he bottomed out in you, burying himself to the hilt again and again and again.
Forcing shallow breaths in-and-out your nose, glossy eyes peering up at his still-stoic expression, his brows pulled together in focus he was splitting between you and the phone.
It was probably one of your favorite faces of his - the way his lips were pushed together and all the sharp lines of his face, all his defined features fit together when he fit so nicely inside you. You were fine receiving half of his attention if it meant his two-track mind thought of you at all. If it felt even half as good as this.
Listening to his soothing voice recite facts and numbers and asking the other guys questions while he fucked you harder, faster. His thumb dragged up higher along the side of your neck to where a hickey he'd accidentally left earlier was, pressing in just enough you were suppressing another whine. Tears were starting to brim at your lashes, batting them up at Nanami to silently beg him to please, please, please let you cum already, squirming and moving until the cuffs accidentally clinked against his bedpost.
Shit.
"Sorry, that was just my pet," He apologized, one corner of his mouth twitching up into a little smirk while your mouth fell open in a wordless protest at his teasing.
You were so going to get him back later.
He balanced the phone between his shoulder and his ear, freeing up his other hand like he'd at least let you finish as an apology, rolling his thumb over your sore and sensitive clit, massaging steady circles that had your back arching up off the bed. Replying with 'mhm's and 'ah's while he released your throat to clamp that hand over your mouth instead, muffling your moans under his calloused palm.
You finished first. Or maybe he did. It was hard to tell, your legs trembling and a too-bright wave of pleasure hitting you right as his abs tensed and something warm started to leak down your thighs.
The interviewer on the other end definitely didn't know, still chattering away faintly in the background as Nanami ran his fingers through his hair, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead as he pulled the phone away enough it wouldn't catch how his dreamy little sigh as he caught his breath and re-composed himself.
"Oh? Yes, thank you very much. I'll keep an eye out for the email," Nanami murmured when he brought it back to his ear, only now pulling out and climbing off the bed, his cock, still pink and pretty springing up with his steps. He disappeared into the attached bathroom for a moment before coming back with a washcloth, cleaning up your thighs first, before himself.
You listened to him say his goodbye, still in a daze while he tossed the cloth into his laundry basket and sat next to you, warm eyes crinkling as he caressed your cheek. He hung up the phone, placing it back on the nightstand.
"I got the job."
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