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currently thinking about steve lighting a cigarette before going down on his girl—

SMUT 18+ below

Situated between your thighs, he shuffled around on his tummy, reaching for his pack of cigs to pull one out— the quick flick of his thumb had the skin of your thighs flickering with light just for a short while until the flame died out.

Steve inhaled deeply, lips pursed around the filter and cheeks sucking inward as the smoke filled deep in his lungs, holding it for a beat or two before exhaling.

“Here, hon,” he spoke, taking one more short drag before reaching his arm out to place the cigarette between your lips, letting it dangle loosely from your mouth, careful not to take any puffs— Stevie didn’t like you taking on bad habits like that. “Look after that f’me.”

You nodded, eyes as wide as saucers at his effortless beauty, lashes fluttering down at him when he wrapped his arms around your thighs, tugging you closer before burying his face in your cunt, lips and tongue lolling over your pretty clit and sucking at your pussy lips, shaking his head from side to side in quick succession to feel your arousal everywhere— and he swallowed you down like a champ, in big gulps, breathing you in just like a cigarette.

Every so often he’d jut his chin up, fingers replacing where his mouth had been, curling two digits upwards, pouting his lips for you to place the ever burning ciggy between his lips to take a quick puff before indulging in your sweet mound once more.

#LORD I NEED THIS MAN #GIVE HIM HERE RIGHT NOW #.steve harrington #.fanfiction

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Here I am again,

Alternative reader x fuck boy Steve.

In which reader makes cocky jock Steve a whimpering subby mess, until he’s begging for her to let him cum.

smutty stocking stuffers day four - steve harrington x reader

Pairing | Steve Harrington x Fem!Alternative!Reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), riding, unprotected piv sex, dirty talk, overstimulation.

Word Count | 1.2k

A/N | turns out i'm just super into writing for steve now guys i'm down bad ))):

"Please, please, m'begging here, fuck," Steve's wide eyes are glued to where his cock is sinking in and out of your sopping wet cunt, rings of creamy release pooling at the base of his shaft and matting down his dark thatch of pubes.

You're grinning down at him like a wild little thing, bright hair pulled back in a messy bun, sweat making the colour run down your forehead and neck, as you bounce up and down relentlessly, "What was it you said again, Harrington?" You muse, little moans escaping you as the fat head of his cock slides over your soft spot, "That you'd make me scream? Make me cry? I beg to differ."

Steve's at a loss for words, whimpering like a bitch in heat, and you swear this is the best the asshole had ever looked. Breaking down as he stuffs his cock in your tight cunt, pleading for release. His big hands encase your hips, digging into the rucked up material of your black skirt - he's a lot bigger than you, could overpower you and force you to stop if he wanted, but you're willing to bet he knows the repercussions of that.

You halt your bouncing to grind against him, your hips swinging back and forth so that his pubes catch and drag on your clit, setting your body alight, "Funny, how you can be such a cocky prick around all your friends but I get you like this in private," You laugh, it's dirty, and he fucks up into you from below, you feel his balls tightening up under the curve of your ass, "If you come, I'm gonna ride your soft dick until you cry."

Steve throws his head back, neck bared, veins bulging out as he strains, fights with himself not to come, because he wants to be good, "I'll be good, fuck, baby. I'll be so good, promise."

Your black talon nails rake up and down the expanse of Steve's hairy chest, digging in harsh enough to leave marks and he mewls under you in return. You rise up onto the balls of your feet, using the leverage to begin bouncing again, tight pussy clenching around him.

You'll never get over how full Steve makes you feel, like he's rearranging your guts with every harsh thrust. He's cocky, arrogant, and has every right to be, truly. He's mean to you in school, in front of his meat head friends, and you let him be. Because when you fuck him in the privacy of your home, away from prying eyes, he knows who's really in charge, and it sure as fuck isn't him.

The relentless abuse on your spongey spot has your cunt gushing with slick, unable to stop it, and your demeanor is faltering slightly, tummy coiling with a need to come. You throw your head back with a moan, crying out as Steve's big hands come up to cup and grope at your tits, thumbs flicking over your pierced, hardened nipples.

"God, I'm almost there, just hold off," You moan, the wet sounds of your pussy echoing in the room, the slap of your skin against his making you shiver. Steve is a mess, hands squeezing your skin everywhere he can, hips canting up off the bed to meet your riding, his eyes glazed over as he looks up at you in awe.

His face begins flushing a deep red, and you know that look, he's about to come and it's too late to stop it, "You're so wet, m'sorry, fuck, fuck!" He grips onto your waist, fingertips digging into your soft belly as he forces you down onto his cock, practically impaling you, and he comes, slicking your walls with his release.

You don't even give him time to come down, seething noticeably as you grab a tight hold of his hands on you, ripping them away, "What'd I fucking tell you? Can't just be a good boy, huh?"

"M'sorry, baby. So sorry," Steve's groaning, still reeling from his orgasm. You don't give him any time to recover, beginning your bouncing again before he can go fully soft, "Wha - what are you doing, fuck."

"Taking what I want from your spent dick," You shrug, clamping down your walls onto his milked cock until he's choking out a sob, burying his head in the pillow, "I told you if you came before I said so I'd ride you until you cried, so."

It doesn't take much for his abused cock to kick up in interest again, but you can tell he's struggling with the overstimulation on the sensitive head, you laugh in return - dirty and mean and his cock pulses inside of you at the sound, the look on your pretty face.

Your eyeliner is running now, dark lipstick smeared, and you're so pretty even when you're being fucking evil. Steve's eyes glance between your face and where his cock sinks in and out of you, his come spilling out with every slide off of his length.

"Who does this cock belong to?" You ask, snapping him from his trance, and he looks at you like he's stupid or something, like he can't understand a word coming from your mouth. Your eyes narrow, "Answer me, Steve."

Steve almost folds at his name escaping your pretty, plump lips, "You, honey. It belongs to you, shit."

"You can tell all your little bitches in the locker room that, then," You smirk, though you're choked off when a moan is pulled from you, nails digging into Steve's toned belly as your gut begins to wind tight, the constant abuse of his tip on your g-spot sending you spiraling, "I'm gonna come, Steve."

Steve takes the opportunity to knock your feet out from under you with his hands, having you falling back down onto your knees and going pliant. He grins up at you, snaking his arms behind your back, knees drawing up for leverage so he can fuck you from below.

His hips piston into yours, fast enough to have you moaning and crying out into the room, your soaked cunt leaking all down his balls and pooling in a mess beneath you. You give up the ghost then, falling into him so you're chest to chest, your face buried in his neck.

"Steve, Steve, ah-!" You wail, coil in your tummy snapping as you come, clenching sporadically around his thick cock. You're out of breath, feeling like you've been winded, and he just keeps going, fucking into you and hands crushing you, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

"Perfect little pussy, clenching me so tight, fuck, baby," Steve groans, his hips faltering as he nears the edge, "Gonna come in you again, so you've gotta go out of here leaking."

You whine, unable to say anything witty in return, just clenching down on him again, and his hips still, cock pulsing in you as he comes with a soft grunt.

This power play would never be over, you know that as well as he does. But, fuck, the sex and the way he wrapped you up in his arms like a fragile little thing afterwards really made up for it.

#just re-read this and omg #i fear i need to be put in an asylum #.steve harrington #.fanfiction

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NSFW ALPHABET

THE SPENCER REID EDITION

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Spencer loves post-coital cuddles so much. He’ll also give you a good massage, having read on the different techniques and memorised it all so he could give you some great aftercare if sore. Spencer also loves bubble baths - fight me on this.

B - Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner’s body)

Spencer isn’t the most confident about his body but he likes his hands, as he knows you do (you also love his taut ass too) and can do some wonder with those fingers especially. On you, well Spencer is tied between your breasts or your neck, the latter because he loves snuggling into the crook of it.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum basically…)

Spencer prefers cumming into a condom, unless you’re trying for a baby. He does however lose his mind when you suck him off and let him cum on your face.

D - Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Spencer is the king of phone sex, even though he is a known technophobe. He loves phoning you up from whatever city or state he is in and whispering the dirtiest of words to you…

E - Experience (how experienced are they, do they know what they are doing?)

Spencer isn’t that experienced, but he’s memorised the Kama Sutra and a lot of other NSFW material that he can have you experiencing mindblowing orgasms one after another.

F - Favourite Position (again, pretty self explanatory…)

Spencer is tied between doggy-style or cowgirl. He loves having access to your breasts and ass and hips.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous?)

Spencer can have the goofiest moments with you during sex and he isn’t against pulling a magic trick on you either. But he has moments where he’s determined to try out a new position or toy on you and he’s focused so much.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Spencer is somewhat groomed down there.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? Are they romantic?)

Spencer is very romantic and affectionate. He’s never loved someone as much as he does you, nor has he ever been loved by someone like you do him… he is devoted to you and shows it wherever he can.

J - Jack Off (masturbation…)

It happens more so when Spencer is away from you and needy, or in the shower. He doesn’t like bothering you if you’re tired or asleep.

K - Kink (what are their kink/s?)

Spencer loves leaving marks on you and sometimes leaves numerous hickies across your body as he worships you. He loves doing role play with you too, whether it’s geeky or more sexy. Spencer also enjoys phone sex, you in lingerie and edging too. He has a slight breeding kink too.

L - Location (where are their favourite places to do the do?)

Spencer, while he is an FBI agent has a bucket list of places he wants to have sex with you at. Airplane bathroom, his university office or lecture hall… he’s got to try them all.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, what gets them going?)

Spencer loves you in lingerie like so so much. He gets so hard so quickly if you tease him by showing the lace of your bra or silk thong or satin thigh-high stockings.

N - No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs?)

Spencer will never ever degrade you or hurt you, he never wants to see you cry or sore from him in the wrong way.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill etc)

Spencer is a fan of blowjobs, he can cum so quickly from your talented tongue. But he does love giving you orgasm after orgasm as he eats you out.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough, soft and sensual?)

A man of science, Spencer measure each other with skill and decisiveness that leaves you ruined whatever way it goes.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often etc.)

Oh Spencer loves a quickie! Sometimes you need him there and then or him for you, and each time he’s raring to go. Also with the unpredictable nature of his job, sometimes a quickie is all he has time for before flying off somewhere.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Spencer again is a master of facts and figures, the probabilities of getting caught or not… but that doesn’t mean he isn’t against getting a little risqué with you…

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

Spencer puts in a lot of foreplay and can go about two rounds of sex with you. He will hold off orgasming so he can have you cumming multiple times.

T - Toys (do they own toys, do they use toys? on a partner or themselves?)

Spencer isn’t experimental on himself but he loves trying new and different toys on you. He loves handcuffs and vibrators in particular.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Spencer loves to tease you nonstop, he has memorised every single thing that gets you bothered and he can read you like a book he knows inside out.

V - Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make etc?)

Spencer is so vocal! Dirty talk, groans and grunts amongst whispers of appreciation and random sexual facts.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

Spencer is surprisingly dominant in the bedroom.

X - X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thin, veiny and long just like his lean frame. Spencer is also circumcised too.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Considering his job, Spencer has a slightly above normal sex drive. He can’t get enough of you when he’s home with you, and as they say distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Z - Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

Spencer usually waits to make sure you’re asleep and content before drifting off to sleep himself.

#i need him so bad #.spencer reid #.fanfiction

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Eddie texts part seven

(thank you @voyeurmunson for sending me the text, 😘🤭)

#LMFAO #.eddie munson #.photo

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"riding the ride." | spencer reid

get free. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: it was a win-win for you. you could finally shut spencer up, and managed to get a good orgasm too.

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.6k

contents: cunnilingus, cum-eating, snowballing (inverted), not proofread

date night. the one night a week where neither of you were working late and finally had the chance unfold in each other’s arms.

as cool breeze blew through the living room window as you flipped through tv channels, spencer’s arm wrapped around your torso as you rested your head on his chest. “what do you feel like watching tonight?” you asked, his thumbs rubbing slow circles onto your flesh. “i don’t mind, baby. i’m not picky.” you nodded, clicking the down button on the remote and landing on a reality show.

spencer hissed and you looked back at him. “what’s the matter?” you asked. “i don’t mind it, but i’m just worried about you. you know i found a really intresting article about reality tv. statistics show that around 47% of people use them as guilty pleasures and 92% of that is the female population who admit that they feel pressure to conform to the unrealistic beauty and relationship standards portrayed in the shows. besides, everything is one-hundred percent staged anyway.”

with each word he spoke, you felt braincells getting killed off in your brain. you nodded, consdiering what he said. “alright then. no reality tv, got it.” you scrolled further down the tv guide, landing on a horror film this time. but he spoke again. “are you sure you wanna choose that, babe? horror movies have been proven to desensitize viewers to violence, major disturbances and other dangers, which may all end up messing up your perception of risks.”

you felt your eye twitching as he droned on. you decided to find something that he couldn’t nitpick and analyze. you click on a weather forecast. boring, monotonous, but no dangers in sight. or so you thought. “did you know tha-” you rolled your eyes, snapping at last. “god, don’t you ever get tired of working that mouth of yours?” 

you squirmed at how provocative the statement came out. surprised at your outburst, spencer smiled proudly. “i have yet to, darling.” his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you in even closer to him. you rose an eyebrow, eyes narrowing at him ever so slightly. “is that a challenge, spence?” he caught a glimpse of the cheeky grin on your face in the corner of his eye. 

as the weather man blabbed on in the background, your face lit up as an idea popped into your head. you clicked the off button on the remote, making the tv screen turn black. you crawled so that you were fully sat on his lap, your hands starting to play with his hair as you whispered in his ear. “i’ve got a better idea for date night…”

spencer reid, the human computer who could sense even the slightest change in atmopshere seemed to be having a malfunction as you gently pressed his face into your chest. his breath heat up, the warmth seeping throug the thin fabric of your tank top. you moved your hips against his lap, taking the air from his lungs. “how about i put that tongue of yours to good use..?”

it was at this moment that he knew he was powerless. his hands were at your waist, clinging to them like he was afraid to let you go. his eyes trailed down to where your two body connected, taking in the sight of your legs in those little pajama shorts. he brought his hand down and began twirling the drawstring between his fingers, gazing up at you with those deep brown eyes. he tugged at the waistband, silently begging for the shorts to come off. you grinned, seeing that he was finally lost for words. “use your words, spence…” you never thought you’d have to tell spencer to speak, but here you were, watching as he struggled to formulate basic english.

he pressed his chin into your soft chest, muttering under his breath. “can you take ‘em off, hon..?” his biceps flxed slightly under his t-shirts as his grip tightened. you dug your thumbs under the waistband of your shorts, giving him a teasing glance of your bare hips and listening to his breath hitch.

you grinned as his eyes widened like saucers at the sight of your panties. “why don’t you lie down for me, spence.” he nodded, following your command in an instant like an obedient puppy. you stood up from the couch, his eyes glued to your body as you finally took off your shorts, letting them fall to the ground before kicking them off your feet.

the tension in the room grew thick enough to cut through as you lowered yourself onto his chest, not wanting to move too fast. spencer was panting like a dog, eyes triling down to where you cunt with covered by that pesky little strip of fabric. he longed to tear it with his teeth, to finally have access to the honey between your legs.

you slowly rose up once again, crawling slowly until you were hovering over his face. spencer’s mouth watered at the area of saturated fabric that was the perfect telltale of your arousal. your hips swayed slightly, hypnotizing him and making that familiar sizzle burn in this grey sweatpants.

a taste of heaven was just a touch away, and he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. you took a deep breath. “a-alright, just lemme know when you’re rea-” he couldn’t bear the torture any longer. he grabbed your ass, tearing off your panties and connecting his lips with your dripping cunt. 

completely taken by surprise, you yelped, gripping the couch cushion as your whole body tensed. he was going at it like a starved dog, his tongue greedily lapping up all your juuices as he tossed the leftover fabric of your panties to the side, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass as he flicked his tongue over your puffy clit.

he groaned deeply as he finally tasted you, desperate to have you. his pulsating cock twitched in his pants, begging to be let free. he bucked his hips into the air, moving against anything he could. “you taste so good, baby…” he muttered into your pussy, moving a hand down to rub quiet circles on your clit.

you tossed your head back in pleasure, grinding against his face as he found the perfect rhythm between his tongue and his fingers. he jutted his tongue in and out of your hole, hasilty bringing a hand down to his sweatpants and needily palming himself through the plush fabric. the contact made his vision go starry, the abundance of pleasure doing wonderful things to his head.

he snaked his hand into his pants, whipping out his precum-glazed cock. the tip was red and swollen from being neglected for so long. he gave himself a few lazy strokes, more focused on your right then than anything else. 

his tongue ventured deep inside of your hole, desperate to taste every fold and crevice. you were sure that he wasn’t even breathing at this point. he was completely drunk off the taste of your body. he pumped his cock at a more rapid pace, feeding his moans into your core and sending powerful vibrations through you.

the base of his hand slapped against his balls each time he went back down, his thumb ghosting against his tip when he came back up again. the living room filled with the succulent noises of him devouring you like your were his last meal.

your back arched as he suckled your hard pearl between his lips. you attempted to rise up from his face to let him have a breath of air, but he gripped you even tighter. “c’mon baby, i’m not done yet…” he had your cum pouring down his neck, grool bubbling from his lips and nostrils. he was making an absolute mess of you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

his hips violently thrusted into his fist as the sounds of your moans and whimpers fueled his desire even more. he growled into you, eating you up like a starved predator who had finally caught its prey. your legs clenched aorund his head, nearly suffocating him. you rode his face rapidly, tits bouncing through your tank top.

the sight from above made him run wild. he moved his hand from your hip, sneaking it under your shirt and starting to knead your breasts, toying with your hard nipples.

you were so close to reaching such a satisfying climax. every nerve in your body was responding to his intimate touch, never wanting him to stop. your hands grabbed his hair as the band in your stomach snapped, utnring you into a screamed mess as thick white liquid cascaded out of your pussy.

he hungrily lapped up every last drop, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. his cock had ejaculated hot strings of cum so far that they had hit your back, painting you like a piece of art. he took his time finished you off like the last scoop of a sweet dessert before finally letting you off his face. as you got back to your feet, he sat up and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, feeding your cum into your mouth and groaning softly. “...see how good you taste, my love..?”

your lips began to swell at how deeply he took you in, the heat in your body reaching an all time high. after several long minutes, he pulled away from you, a string of saliva connecting you two before breaking. he looked down, seeing the cummy mess on his t-shirt. but it was nothing compared to what streamed down his neck. you giggled softly, patting him on the cheek. “such a messy boy…”

he stood up from the couch, picking up your shorts for you. “how about we take this date night to the shower? would you like that, baby?” you smiled, nodding as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. he walked away with you, a smle on his face and a sticky mess flowing down your inner thighs.

author's note: thank you everyone for 1,000 followers! never thought i'd live to see the daythat i reach my longest goaal

#‼️‼️‼️‼️ #.spencer reid #.fanfiction

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Idk if you’re still taking Steve HC’s but an HC I have for sure is that Steve has a spitting kink. Absolutely. But specifically spitting in his girls mouth. Idk what it is about him?? Like esp since he to me would be so in to praise during sex but I think for him it would be more of like a I want to show you how good you taste after eating you out and he just thinks it’s so hot to spit in his girls mouth

SMUT below

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Steve’s mouth was eager, tongue lolling over your poor clit, whining into your heat with each passing lick and suck— soon burrying his nose between your folds, wanting the sweetness of your slick to cover all of him.

Breathy gasps escaped the confines of your throat and you fisted at his hair, eager for anything to help ground you.

“Mhm— taste so- so good, hon,” he gargled, speech muffled from your pussy, shaking his head from side to side, the crude slurping sounds filling the stuffy room. “Could eat this pretty pussy forever.”

He sighed into your heat, eyes rolling back dreamily, the mere idea of feasting on your cunt had him inebriated and his hips bucked into the mattress in attempt to quell the throbbing of his cock.

“Oh, Stevie,” you whined, tugging at his roots and raking your fingers over his scalp, “thank you, thank you, thank you.”

You weren’t entirely sure what you were thanking him for— probably because of how dumb you’d become from his tongue, you insisted whenever he feasted upon you, you’d let him know just how good you felt.

“My pleasure, honey,” he grinned into your cunt, eyes fixed on you, fluttering his pretty lashes while he sucked on your engorged clit. “Was thinkin’ bout it all day— couldn’t get any— any work done.”

He spoke between sucks and swallows, your sweet slick trickling down his throat and he slurped it up wantonly.

Steve pulled away before licking a fat stripe up the length of your slit, gathering your arousal on the tip of his tongue.

“C’mere, hon,” he rose to his knees, straddling your naked hips and hooking a palm behind your neck, bringing you forward. “Wan’ you to taste yourself.”

The pad of his thumb stroked at your cheek, face inches away from yours as he let the spit gather in his mouth.

“Open up, sweet girl.”

You complied, flattening your tongue and opening your mouth wide, drool began to gather at the corners of your mouth and your pussy clenched around nothing.

Steve pursed his lips, his tongue gathering his spit and your arousal, keeping your jaw steady before spitting the mixture into your awaiting mouth— a long silver glob of spit falling onto your tongue and you greedily swallowed it down, the crudeness of it all making you feel fuzzy and warm, cheeks heating and head cloudy.

“There,” he grinned lazily, eyes hooded and glazed over, “don’t you taste so good, hon?”

#i will be thinking about this for days #.steve harrington #.fanfiction

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luxurious ౨ৎ spencer reid

MINORS DNI. 18+. what can i say for myself? i love spence’s hands. title from luxurious by gwen stefani.

spencer’s fingers slide inside you with a sound so wet his head spins and a hum of admiration rumbles in his chest. you’re so unbelievably messy for him. you’ve soaked the couch beneath you.

his breath fans hot against your neck, his hair tickling your cheek and his fingers brush against the inside of you, brash and filthy. he cracks a smile at the chorus emanating from between your legs.

“spence..” you moan pitifully, all sweet how he likes it, sickeningly so. he hums, eyes focusing between his hand moving in and out of your cunt and the fucked-out pleasure on your face. he has a preference, he’s so hard seeing how the stroking of his fingers contorts your features, parts your lips and has your head rolling toward him.

you could cum now, as the sight of spencer floods your eyes, brown eyes and messy hair and spit-slicked lips and god his fingers feel so good it’s a fucking crime.

“you feel good?” he asks like it’s not written all over your body and all over his hand. it doesn’t take a genius to know you do. you whine again, and it suffices for him. your hips move on their own accord, rolling against his fingers.

“so good,” you sob, spent and pleasured beyond comprehension.

“good, baby?” he smiles again, and you hear it in his voice. the pressure’s building so fierce you swear you’ll explode.

spencer keeps going, keeps fucking his fingers deep inside you, his own lips parted as he watches you fall apart.

“you’re squeezing me, baby, so, so tight.” he pulls a cry from you, your body and mind bewitched and overwhelmed. “making a mess on me, too.”

you crack your bleary eyes open and cast your eyes down, watching spencer’s fingers in awe, whining brokenly when you sight the sticky arousal covering his hand.

“you see it?” he asks, slowing down so you can truly see how his fingers glisten as they slide in and out of you. you squeeze him again, a groveled whine meeting his question. “can hear you.”

“oh my god.”

he can’t seem to stop smiling, the ruin he’s bringing you to is too beautiful to him.

#i need dick i need dick i need dick #i need fingers i need fingers i need fingers l #.spencer reid #.fanfiction

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hi! what about this: some time after spencer comes home from prison, he finds some toys reader had bought for herself since he'd been in prison for so long. he tells reader that if she was needy enough to do anything without him, she can do it again, without him. he orders her to show him what she was doing when he was gone. you can definitely include edging and/or overstimulation as well as degradation, of course if you're comfortable with that <3 also, if it's not a problem, since it would be a sub/dom dynamic there could be aftercare included, but it depends on what you feel like writing.

anyway, thank you and i hope you're having a great day 🌺

(18+) Dom Spence x fem reader. 1.3k. Sex toy. Squirting.

Spencer forces you to give him a show when he discovers your secret.

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Spencer wasn't trying to be evil, he really wasn't, but there was a twisted satisfaction witnessing your vulnerability. Maybe it was the sense of power over you, or perhaps you were simply captivating, but whatever the reason, he found himself drawn to the sight of you lying in bed, legs spread apart.

He watched intently as the toy disappeared into your cunt, moving in and out, each thrust met with the tight clenching of your walls. He never imagined he'd witness you finding satisfaction with anything other than him, yet, if he were honest with himself, the sight aroused him more than it angered him.

You had been going at it for a while now—no, he forced you to do it. Though "force" might not be the right choice of word, because as embarrassed as you were by his discovery of the toy you forgot even existed, the pleasure clouded your mind, and you found yourself enjoying giving him a show far too much to stop.

“Is this what you’ve been up to while I’ve been gone?” Spencer taunted, leaning back in the chair positioned at the foot of the bed.

Your response caught in your throat as your climax edged closer. With a sense of urgency, you increased the speed of your hand, plunging the toy in and out of your dripping cunt with increasing desperation, the echoes of your arousal filling the room.

“Answer me,” he urged. “Keep your eyes on me and answer the question.”

With a shiver running down your spine, you forced yourself to meet his intense gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny.

“I… I needed…” you stammered, struggling to form coherent words amidst the rising tide of sensation.

“Needed what?” he pressed.

You swallowed hard. “I needed… to feel something,” you admitted. “I needed… release.”

“And you couldn’t wait for me?”

“I… I’m… sorry,” you confessed, each word punctuated by a gasp as the toy drove you closer to the edge. “I couldn’t… without… you…”

The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of your ragged breaths and the faint hum of the toy. Then, his voice cut through the air. “Do you need me now?”

You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his piercing eyes. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice raw with longing. “I-I need you.”

His lips curved into a knowing smile, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners. “Hmm,” he hummed, his voice low and teasing. “That’s too bad because I’m quite enjoying the view.”

You squirmed under his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet undeniably aroused by his control.

“Please,” you pleaded, your voice trembling with need. “I can’t… I can’t take it anymore. I-I need you.”

A flicker of something akin to sympathy crossed his features, but it was quickly replaced by a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, I know you do,” he replied. “But where’s the fun in giving you what you want so easily?”

You bit your lip, torn between frustration and arousal. “Please,” you pleaded again, your voice barely a whisper, “Don’t tease me like this.”

His smirk widened, clearly enjoying the power he held over you. “You’ll have to beg a little harder than that,” he whispered. “Show me how much you need me.”

Your heart raced at his words, the intensity of his gaze igniting a fiery need within you. Without hesitation, you spread your legs further apart, the movement allowing him an unobstructed view of the way your cunt clenched around the toy, your arousal evident in the slickness coating it.

A satisfied groan escaped his lips at the sight, his hand instinctively finding its way to his strained arousal beneath his pants. “I’ll tell you what,” he muttered, gripping himself. “Make yourself come and I’ll give you what you want.”

A whine broke put of you. “I…”

“If you were needy enough to satisfy yourself without me, you can do it again now.”

Your heart was beating fast against your chest, yet you found yourself nodding.

“Three times,” he continued. “Give me three orgasms.”

Your breath hitched at his words. “Three?” You squeaked.

“Three,” he affirmed, his voice low and commanding.

You swallowed hard, feeling a surge of anticipation mingled with apprehension. The thought of achieving such intense pleasure under his watchful gaze both thrilled and intimidated you. But the promise of his reward spurred you on, driving you to arch your back and chase after your first orgasm.

It came fast and fierce, crashing over you with an intensity that left you breathless. Your toes curled in ecstasy, and a blush spread across your cheeks as you surrendered to the waves of pleasure, knowing that he was watching your every move.

“You’re doing so well,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “Give me another.”

Your eyes fluttered open again, and you whimpered, determined not to give yourself a break. The faster you obliged, the quicker he would fuck you. So you pushed yourself even further, ignoring the burning sensation as the toy thrusts in and out of you relentlessly.

And then, as it hit that very deep spot inside you, your legs began to shake, spreading even wider in response to the overwhelming sensation. The pleasure surged through you like a tidal wave, from your head down to your toes, and his name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper.

He grunted as he rubbed himself through his pants. “One more, sweetheart, you can take it, just one more.”

You gasped, still reeling from the intensity of the previous climax. “I… I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he insisted. “I know you can.”

Despite the lingering waves of pleasure still washing over you, you steeled yourself for one final effort. Gritting your teeth, you resumed the frantic pace, driving the toy deep inside you.

The sensations intensified, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breath grew ragged, your heart pounding in your chest as you neared the edge once again.

As the pleasure built within you, there was a sudden, unfamiliar intensity to the sensation. It coiled in your stomach, sending a surge of urgency coursing through your veins. You whimpered softly, a mix of desire and apprehension knotting in your stomach.

You knew what was coming, and so did he, because his grip on his cock tightened, a hunger burning in his eyes. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Give it to me, baby. Just let it out.”

Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t hold back any longer. With a gasp, you finally surrendered, feeling a rush of fluid escaping your body as you reached your high. The force of the liquid pushed the toy out of you, and you gasped, your body arching involuntarily in response to the overwhelming sensation. Your back arched, your head thrown back, and your eyes closed, letting the intense pleasure consume you entirely.

Every nerve ending seemed to tingle with ecstasy as the wave of release washed over you, leaving you trembling and breathless. With a shuddering breath, you collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied, your body buzzing with the aftershocks of your climax.

In the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, you felt his presence beside you, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. You steadied your breathing as he pulled you closer, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your sweaty face.

“See?” he murmured, his voice filled with pride. “I knew you could do it.”

With a contented sigh, you nuzzled closer to him, reveling in his warmth. “Will you fuck me now?”

He laughed, the sound rich and full of affection. “Maybe we should wait for a while, let you calm down.”

You pulled back and gave him a look. “Spencer.”

With a playful smirk, he leaned in to pepper soft kisses along your jawline, trailing down to your neck. The warmth of his lips against your skin sent shivers of anticipation through your body.

And then he slipped off his clothes, and when he finally settled between your legs, pushing his throbbing cock into your dripping walls, you cling onto him desperately. Because nothing could compare to the pleasure he brought you, leaving you feeling whole and complete in a way that no toy ever could.

#i am going straight to horny jail i fear #i need him between my thighs like yesterday #.spencer reid #.fanfiction

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reader attending one of Spencer's lectures, kinda smiling to herself because just hours ago the confident man on the podium was between her legs, begging for her to call him a good boy

[i wrote this as reader being a teacher assistant cause im sorry i can't do student x teacher it feels wrong to me]

you sat at his desk, legs crossed and out of sight from the students as spencer reid presented his next topic of discussion. he always looked so gorgeous during his lectures, so fuckable.

that image was solidified with the memory of him just moments before, 20 minutes before class started with prayers running through your head that a student wouldn't come in early for help. spencers head had been buried between your thighs, hand gripping your soft flesh so hard you knew there'd be bruises by tomorrow. he'd whine with the soft tugs you gave his hair, nose pressed against you as he sucked and licked at your clit. his words still rang through your head,

"please- oh please cum for me baby,"

"oh my god you taste so good, so fucking good,"

he'd sat on his knees, you propped on his desk, the one right before you now. you could see the obvious tent in his slacks, you watched as his hips pressed into the air. you knew how hard he was, youd felt him moments ago. but right now you wanted to cum, he could wait.

"please, please can i touch myself?"

"oh please, ive been such a good boy,"

"tell me im good- please ive been so good for you-"

the whine spencer let out when you finally granted him permission to fuck his own fist would live with you forever you believed. he sounded so pretty, and you can still hear a rasp in the way he speaks, he'd really done a number on his voice with how vocal he was for you. a small smile graced your lips, you see the way students look at him, and you took pride in knowing you were the only one he got that desperate for.

and as you sat in those memories, your thighs pressed together where you sat, clit throbbing, waiting for the lecture to end. you were so grateful for the desk in front of you, the one blocking the students view of your lower half, the one you hoped spencer would bend you over once class was dismissed.

#the parasite the *demon* in me wants to dom him #.fanfiction #.spencer reid

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what are your thoughts on phone sex w steve? i loveee the idea of him all stressed after work so he calls you up and asks you to help him get off ughh. and maybe he would use a certain tone so you already know what he wants without him even asking…omg and imagine you can hear him fumbling with his belt too IM OBSESSEDD

reader with a vagina; gender unspecified reader

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 once again and as always i am thinking of this friends w benefits style. you literally never discuss sex like this unless you’re on the phone. he hardly ever calls for anything else, so you know the moment you hear his breathy voice what’s going on.

“poor thing,” you pout, “had a bad day again?”

you hear the brass of his belt clanking, the distant sound of a zipper being pulled down. “you don’t even know.”

“wanna talk about it?”

“think i wanna talk about somethin’ else.”

you lay back in your bed, heart racing. “and what’s that, steve?”

“fuckin’ - got off in the bathroom to you today.” he hisses and you know his hand is wrapped tight around his dick, lotion helping it along. “shit. ‘bout your pretty pussy, what your face would look like while i fuck you.”

it truly is scandalizing. “you haven’t even seen me like that,” you say shakily. “how do you know what i look like?”

“just guessing,” he moans. “shit, want you to kiss - kiss me st-stupid.”

“yeah? while i’m riding your fat cock?”

“you’ve never seen it,” he repeats breathlessly.

“hate to break it to you, but your jeans are way too tight.”

he moans again. you wonder if he’s biting his lip, tasting metal on his sinful tongue. “you gonna get off too?”

“wanna hear you a little more.”

“wish i could come over th-there and make you m-mine.”

your brows raise, and you stupidly answer, “what’s stopping you?”

he laughs a little. “i’d bust the moment you took your pants off.”

“and you want to wait instead?”

“mhm,” he whimpers. “wanna hold it for you, be a good boy.”

now your brows knit together. “you are a good boy, steve.”

he whimpers again. “y-you mean it?”

“‘course i do,” you say softly, your hand wandering downwards. “but i wont tell you again til you come for me.”

#BARKING #.steve harrington #.fanfiction

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mens hips exist purely for grabbing . masters thesis

#me @ steve #.text

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stevie really loves fingering you while making out so you can cry against his mouth and he can sloppily make out with your neck and just be close to you while you cry for him

includes: SMUT 18+, fingering, daddy kink, praise

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You were sobbing into his kiss, mouth parted and tongue lolling from your mouth, little dribbles of spit sliding down your chin with how fucked out you felt from just his fingers alone.

Steve’s thick digits pumped inside of you, curling upwards and nudging at that sweet spot that resided in your gummy walls, easing out whiny mewls, just to swallow them down when he pressed his mouth on yours.

“There ya go, atta girl,” he mumbled, speech muffled from your spit slick lips, running his tongue along your teeth and sucking on your tongue, crude, wet sounds filled the stuffy bedroom. “Don’t even have to think, honey, I’ll do all the thinkin’ for ya.”

You garbled out a high-pitched moan, squealing when he brought his thumb up to rub against your poor little clit. Steve pressed kisses to any expanse of skin he could find, suckling at your neck and marking you as his, pupils blown completely, the only thought in his head was you and your sweet pussy.

“Daddy’ll do all the work, don’t you worry, hon.” You whined at his nickname, feeling yourself completely drop into that subby space, pussy clenching tight, creaming on his fingers, your arousal squelching and slipping down his wrist.

He mouthed at your neck, nuzzling his face into the crook of it and nudging his nose over your pulse point, sponging a fat, wet kiss to the thumpthumpthump of your heartbeat he felt.

“Could do this for hours, sweet girl,” he hummed, eyes squeezing shut at the throbbing inside his pants. “Love having my fingers inside you just as much as I love havin’ my mouth on ya, honey.”

#😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 #.steve harrington #.fanfiction

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dom!eddie x sub!reader

riding eddie on the couch and wayne catching them😋

Pairing: Dom!Eddie Munson x Sub!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, p in v, getting caught, “slut” is used once

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

Your legs are wrapped around Eddie's waist as you rock your hips back and forth, you can feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of your tightness. You let out soft breathless moans and wrap your arms around his neck and pushing yourself further onto him. Eddie's big and rough hands are gripping your hips tightly, guiding your body with every thrust.

"Good girl, ride my cock just like that" he praises and starts to move your body a little faster, you can feel the old dated couch beneath the both of you start to sink as things become more intense. Eddie nuzzles his face into your neck, his warm breath tickles which turns you on even more. "You're such a good little slut for me" he whispers, lust laced in every syllable.

The only thing that could be heard in the trailer were your moans and the sound of skin slapping together as you began to bounce up and down on his cock. "Oh fuck, baby" you moaned out loudly, the immense pleasure started to turn your brain to mush, you couldn't comprehend anything else going on around you except for fucking Eddie. And damn, you love fucking Eddie.

Eddie moved his hands from your hips, allowing you to keep the pace, and grabs both of your tits. He squeezes them roughly, not enough to hurt you but just enough to make you go crazy. His calloused thumbs graze your hard and sensitive nipples causing you to whimper softly at just the slightest touch. "Mmm" he hums "so responsive"

You were both so caught up in the moment you didn't hear the trailer door open, it wasn't till you heard the older man's gravelly voice did you realize you weren't alone. "Dear lord" Wayne Munson spoke, your eyes widen and immediately try to get off of Eddie but he pulled you back down and threw a blanket over you haphazardly. You couldn't bring yourself to look at Wayne, seeing his face would make this even worse.

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie yells out, annoyed that you two were interrupted “do you mind?”

“Um,” you can hear the shock and bewilderment in Wayne’s voice “I’ll just uh-” before he finished his sentence you could hear quick steps and the door slam shut. Eddie lets out a frustrated sigh and looks back up at you.

“So, where were we?” He says casually as if unfazed by what happened, his cock still buried deep inside you.

“What?” Your heart was beating out of your chest with embarrassment and lingering desire, you couldn’t believe you got caught but it gave you quite the rush “we can’t keep going” you try to reason with him but you knew it was no good.

“We can and we are,” he says with finality in his voice and begins to thrust up into you “I don’t care who sees, this is my pussy and I decide when I fuck it, understood?” He increases his pace and hold you in place as he jackhammers into your wet hole

The feeling of his cock stretching you out was too good to resist, you knew it was wrong but Eddie had a way of making you feel things no one else could, moans start to flow freely from you once again.

“Yes, sir”

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#my favorite thing about this is wayne just leaving LMFAO #i feel like he'd yell at eddie and say some embarrassing shit to get the girl (or guy) to leave #on another note HOLYYYYYY SHIT #i need to get laid i need to get laid i need to get laid #.eddie munson #.fanfiction

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"Ride it yourself then, sweetheart."

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

requested by @carolmunson 18+

“More.”

It wasn’t a whine, or a whimper, or even a sultry request. It was a demand, petulant and spat between gritted teeth because the boy wasn’t giving you what you wanted.

Eddie huffed out a laugh without any humour, dark and breathy, his large hands grabbing tight at the dough of your hips and he slammed into you, shoving his cock a little deeper, just like you’d told him. He grinned when you whined, brows furrowed as he tried not to come too quick but you were stretched out on his bed in front of him, face pressed to his sheets, back arched and ass popped out real pretty for him.

“You didn’t say please,” Eddie tutted, going back to the lazy, slow strokes he’d started with. “You’re bein’ real fuckin’ rude, sweetheart.”

You groaned, eyes rolling in annoyance and you squirmed in his hold, shoving yourself back onto his cock so it nudged that spot you wanted it to hit.

“Told you,” you moaned. “I had a bad day, Eddie, I’m not in the mood to be tea—”

Eddie pulled all the way out, your cunt clenching around nothing and you whined, gasping out curses but you were suddenly flipped, manhandled into your back and Eddie crowded you, hands grabbing at your wrists and pinning you to the sheets.

He was smoke and spice and peppermint gum, his curls falling loose from the band he’d used to pull them back into a bun. He leaned over you, nose nudging yours, his silver chain brushing against your parted lips. You wanted to bite it. You wanted to beg him to fuck you like this, with your knees pressed between your chests so you could suck on the metal links.

“You’ve been actin’ like a brat since you got home,” he was rough about it, voice cracking, hands keeping you from squirming no matter how much you tried. “Huh? Been a bit too bitchy for my liking, babe, you got a real attitude.” Eddie tsked again, gathering both your wrist in one of his hands and he used the other to smack at the meat of your ass when you tried to break free.

“Eddie!”

The boy waited, levelling you with a stare that had you settling back into the pillows and the boy stilled. You didn’t ask him to stop, you didn’t call for red, or even yellow. So he grinned again, teeth sharp and ready to bite and nip and tease some more.

But then he was off of you, sitting back against the headboard and stroking lazily over his cock, hard and slick from your cunt. He laughed at your outraged expression before he nodded to his lap.

“You wanna act like you’re in charge? Huh?” Eddie settled back, let his hand drop to his side. “Wanna run that damn mouth and give me lip? Ride it yourself, then, sweetheart. And be quick about it.”

#i'm so feral rn #i need to be put down #.eddie munson #.fanfiction

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not to be a whore........... but imagine making out with Eddie's buldge through his underwear 😩

🥴🥴🥴 tbh I think there are two different scenarios and I wanted to choose only one to elaborate on but I couldn't so here I go: you're both either too lazy to care and this evolves from a sleepy cuddling session OR you're being needy and clingy, begging for his attention - just a whiny mess basically, and this is all that he's willing to give you. Both detailed under the cut 🥴🥴 (the 2nd one is pure filth, humiliation, degradation etc 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

It's summer, Wayne's not in town and you have all the trailer to yourselves. But it's still early, no one's in the mood to party yet, it's hot and you're both too lazy to move. 

Eddie's starfish on the bed, a comic book having him completely under its spell, while you lay lazily with your head on his tummy, hoping sleep would envelop you. But it doesn't; Eddie's too caught up with a plot twist he didn't see coming, and ideas start coming to you. 

Your eyes fix the outline of his cock and without saying a word, you palm him in your hand, your fingers drawing random patterns on the material of his boxer briefs. 

Eddie doesn't react, at least not to your knowledge, but one eyebrow does pop up. You don't see it however and decide to keep going, moving your hand a bit to the side so you can rub the length of his cock. 

"Sweetheart?" Eddie lifts his comic book so he can look at you, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing"

You don't even look at him, just keep teasing him through his boxers, until he can't help but tense his thighs. "Love?"

"Yeah?" again, you answer without bothering to face him, but this time you do move. Just in the opposite direction, nonchalantly pressing your lips against his bulge. 

The gesture was light, not too sudden or too strong, but the reason he froze for a second is the pure confusion that washed over him. But he doesn't get a chance to ask, because when he feels what you're doing - understands that you're right now literally kissing the length of his cock, he can't help but chuckle. 

"Sweetheart, you know I can take those off for you, right?" Eddie teases, one hand on the top of your head as you keep going.

"Nah" you shrug and wrap your lips around his clothed tip. One of your hands slips lower, your fingers brushing against his balls as you start sucking. 

"Ah fuck" he gasps. But you don't budge.

You keep at it - licking, sucking, grabbing, your teeth lightly grazing the tip of his cock. 

"Baby, damn it" the comic book flies across the room, his attention now fully on you. "You wanna make me cum like that?"

But you don't answer. You just shove your hand up one of the legs of his boxer, cup his balls into your hand, and resume full on making out with his cock. 

The sheer feeling of him getting hard under your lips, the way he can barely control his breathing, how his thighs tense and how his abdomen clenches every time you apply just a little bit more pressure, makes you want to see just how far you can go. 

Brushing your thumb over the wet patches on his underwear, you look up at him, "Yeah, I wanna. Can I try?"

"Try?" he laughs and rubs your cheek with the back of his fingers, "Darling, you're halfway there"

You beam under his praise and resume your quest, eagerly sucking and tugging through the material as his cock visibly stiffens.

"But then you'll take yours off. You can play around all you want, but you know I can't stop until you've made a mess on my face, doll"

Fine by you.

OR

You being clingy isn't anything new. The planets sometimes settle so that some days the only thing you want is his attention and nothing else. And it's usually not a problem, Eddie being more than happy to oblige and give you what you so desperately crave, but there are also days when that is not possible. 

Like this one.

Busy with tasks Wayne left for him, the campaign needing some last minute fixes, Dustin asking for a ride and a Corroded Coffin concert late in the evening - this day is bound to suck for the both of you. 

You manage to compose yourself for as long as you can, but by the time you reach the venue for the show, you're almost out of your mind. Begging, teasing, whining, throwing yourself at other men to get his attention - you do everything in your power to get his attention. But you fail. Miserably. As once you finally get home, things don't play out the way you had hoped - at all. 

"So fucking desperate, like a fucking whore" Eddie scoffs, plopping down on the couch. He spreads his legs and nods, "Do your thing"

Normally, you'd whine and complain, but your brain isn't cooperating so you listen to his command. You kneel in front of him, undo his jeans, and then helplessly look up at him, bottom lip popping out. "Eddie…"

"Do you need help, kitten?"

You nod.

"Do you deserve it? You acted like a dumb slut all night. Why would I help you? You can't even take my dick out, why would I let you suck it?"

"Please, Eddie…" you cry.

"Look into my eyes, doll" he commands, his hand on your chin forcing you to face him. "Apologize for the way you've been tonight"

"I'm- I'm sorry" you sniffle, "Please-"

"Sorry for being such a cock thirsty whore that you can't even function unless you get to have my dick down your throat?"

"...yes"

"Say it, baby. You need to hear yourself saying it. And look into my eyes while you do it, love. Show me how bad you want it"

"Please, Eddie-" you blink, "I'm sorry for being such a whore, but I need it, please. Can I please, please, suck your cock, please?"

And your pleading might have been enough but you'll never know. Eddie doesn't even get a chance to fully strip before he sees the hungry look in your eyes. "Come here" he motions as he stands up, his jeans now pooling around his ankles. "Show me you want it"

For a second, you look up at him in confusion, but the way his cock stretches the material of his underwear has you feral all over again.

So you don't question it, don't complain, you just get to work. He's hard - throbbing almost, the wet patch of precum making your tongue tingle as you make out with his cock as best you can. 

"That's my girl" he grins, patting your head, "My good girl, keep going. Make me cum. If you can do it, you get to swallow it all, baby"

#I NEED DICK #.eddie munson #.fanfiction

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Life Hack

Description: Maybe Eddie will finally get the message that you do like him when you show him a little bra life hack. 

A/N: what can I say, this was rattling in my head when I showed my partner how to undo a bra one handed and I couldn't help but think of Eddie (because he lives in my brain now and refuses to leave.) If you enjoy it please comment and reblog my sweethearts!

Warnings: NSFW, minor DNI (here there be nipples) fem slightly dom reader, Eddie is an idiot, boob play, dry humping

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You walk into Eddie's room with freshly brushed teeth, wearing a stolen t-shirt of his, the Iron Maiden one with the bleach stains that has become your favourite, and some tiny sleep shorts. Eddie's already sprawled on the bed in a pair of pyjama pants, one arm slung under his head, the other holding half a joint over the full ashtray. 

Fuck, he isn't making this easy. 

His slim toned physique, his tattoos, his happy trail. It's all making your mouth water with anticipation for something that doesn't seem possible. Try as you might to entice him, Eddie's not getting the message. You've been dying for Eddie to take the leap, to move your relationship out of the friendship zone but either he doesn't like you that way or he really is an idiot. 

One minute he's flirting, the next he's punching you on the arm and play fighting with you like you're his kid sister or something. It really makes you wonder how he lost his virginity in the first place.

"You want some of this?" 

"Huh?" You ask just a little too loudly. 

"This," he says, waving the joint at you and smirking.  

"Oh, sure, gimme- oh goddamn!" As you reach out you feel a twang and a pain digging into your side. 

"What the hell just happened?" Eddie asks, looking confused. 

"It's nothing Eds, just my bra rebelling" you laugh, wriggling uncomfortably. 

"You can, erm, take it off… you know, if it makes you more comfortable." He's blushing, you swear you see his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Maybe he does like you? The thought places your heart firmly in your throat.

Reaching behind you, you expertly flick your bra open and start manoeuvring the shirt sleeves so you can take it off. Eddie's jaw may as well be on the floor, eyes bugging out like a cartoon. 

"It's undone? Just like that?" 

You laugh at the face he's pulling, until you have a light bulb moment. 

"Do you want me to teach you?" 

"What?" If Eddie's eyes could get wider, they somehow do, taking over his face like an anime character. 

"I could teach you how to do it, if you want. It's like a life hack, you know? I really don't mind." 

Eddie looks in turmoil for a minute. Maybe you crossed a line. Until you hear his response. 

"Oh, erm… OK?" 

Reaching around to clip your bra back in place, you wriggle everything in position. 

"Give me some of that first" you say, wiggling your fingers at him. He wordlessly passes the joint to you and you take a deep drag, blowing smoke upwards. It helps to calm your nerves a little. Taking another, blowing smoke, and passing it back to him, he takes it to finish it off, stubbing it out in the ashtray. He looks panicked, moving the ashtray off of the bed, clearing the bed of debris, like this was going to be some complicated mission. 

Right, it's now or never. Maybe he'll finally get the fucking hint. 

Taking a deep breath, you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. The bra is nothing special really, just a black cotton one, tiny bow situated between your breasts. 

Eddie's mouth opens and closes at the sight, gaping like a moron at your exposed cleavage. Moving over to the bed, you straddle him, backwards. 

"Right, so if you look, it's real easy." You move one hand behind your back, pushing your thumb into the hook part, and flick the bra undone with your index finger. You're not sure if you hear a gasp or if you're just imagining it.

"See? Easy." You clip it back into position and risk a glance over your shoulder. Eddie's face is glowing scarlet. It's the only sign he's giving you, so you're willing to take it as a good one. 

"Wanna try?" 

"Yeah-" his voice starts, impossibly high pitched, until he coughs and continues, much lower, "-Sure thing." 

You feel one hand at your hip, on your exposed skin. The touch you've been craving. It shoots to your core unexpectedly, making you so grateful Eddie can't see your face right now. The other hand starts shakily fumbling with the catch until he gets it. 

"See? Simple. OK," you do it back up, and swivel around, your heat pressed against him. The feel of him underneath you has your head reeling, imagining all sorts of depraved situations, but you reign it in. 

"You wanna try from this way?" 

"Uh huh." He's responding, but his eyes are glued to your chest. 

"Eddie…?" 

Snapping his head up, he almost looks guilty. 

"Yeah, sure." 

"So, sit up a bit, reach around." You beckon him with your fingers so he pulls himself upright, face suddenly so close to yours you feel his breath on your cheek. 

"So… thumb and forefinger, yeah?" 

Eddie's eyes dart to your lips and back up. 

"Yeah." He reaches, pulling you close for a minute, forcing air out of your lungs. Maybe this was a bad idea. It's getting difficult to breathe. Trying to calm yourself, you settle for staring at Eddie's ear. 

He's fumbling, but after a while he gets it. You feel the sudden free feeling. He looks up at you with his eyes all lit up like a dog that just learned a new trick. 

"I did it!" 

"Sure did. You wanna practise again?"

"Yeah sure." 

Once again, you put it back in position. This time, Eddie barely fumbles and flicks it off in one fluid motion. 

"See? Easy! Well done!" Genuinely pleased that you actually taught the boy something, you look him in the eyes for the first time since you decided to make this risky move. 

His usually beautiful amber brown eyes are dark, dipped in desire. He's breathing heavy, large palms coming to rest on your waist. But he's still not making a move. 

Fuck it. 

"You wanna see them?" You ask, praying you're reading him right. 

"...did you just say… what I think you just did?" 

You slowly slip the straps down your arms and peel the bra off, dropping it to the side. Your nipples, happy to be finally free, perk up at the air around them. Goosebumps run over your exposed flesh. 

"Holyfuckingshit!"

It comes out in one breath. Eddie's gawking gaze darts between your naked breasts; awe, shock and panic are fighting for dominance in his eyes. 

"Eddie." 

No response. 

"Eddie!" 

"Huh?" 

You cradle his jaw with one hand and his eyes finally look at you. Unable to wait for a second longer, you press your lips against his. 

It's like a switch is finally flipped in Eddie's brain. He pushes his tongue in your mouth immediately, swiping at yours with such urgency it shocks you. His hand is pushing into the small of your back, guiding you to grind over the hard bulge in his pants. 

The other hand finds your breast, squeezing at it. His thumb runs over your nibble, flicking at the hardened nub, sending tingles through your nerves and up your spine.  

When he breaks from your kiss and starts mouthing at your neck, you tell him finally, words spilling from slick, kiss bitten lips. 

"I was wondering when you'd get the fucking message Eddie." 

You run your fingernails through his hair making him groan into your neck.

"The hell," he breathes, mouth dragging down to your chest, "didn't think you, you liked me like that." 

"You're a fucking idiot Eds, been trying to flirt with you for weeks- oh God!" 

His tongue starts running around your nipple, shocking you out of your reprimand. Moans replace words as he sucks at your nipple, making you rub against him faster. Your clit is begging for more attention and Eddie's happy to oblige, forcing you against him, hard. 

The friction is building up; body buzzing with desire all the way to the tips of your toes. Eddie's desperately tonguing at your nipple, breath whistling through his nose hotly as he's whining in his throat. 

"Eddie, fuck, I'm gonna come!" You're gripping his biceps urgently, rocking against him with all the power you have. Your warning just pushes him further, sucking at your skin and moaning with you. 

Your release flows from you in an intense flash of white light as your fingernails dig into Eddie, holding on for all your worth, chest heaving with heavy pants. 

Eddie groans just as loudly as you as your hips finally stutter to a halt. He looks like he's had a religious experience, staring at you with hearts in his eyes. 

"Eds, did you just cum-" 

"Yup," he says, popping the P loudly, looking almost proud. His grin is reaching almost from ear to ear. This version of Eddie, the idiot, the one you fell for, is in front of you again. 

"So, you do like me then?" 

"Sweetheart, I think you're incredible, I just didn't think you saw me like that." He says, hands rubbing up and down your sides. 

"You're really stupid Eddie." 

"You're probably right" He smiles, eyes glancing back down to your chest. 

"So, do I get to see the rest?" 

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#this is my dream friday night scenario #why am i so single #.eddie munson #.fanfiction

[hornyhornyhimbos]

poppy. my head is filled with thoughts and that includes eddie fucking his partner stupid. he knows you’ve had a rough day, frown on and trying your best. after some tlc, he’s fucking you so deep that you’re a mess beneath him.

your legs are up by his shoulders, his hair is blocking any view besides his face, it feels like he’s the only thing to ever exist. your mind is finally going blank and he can see it in your eyes. your body is still a bit stiff, he can tell by the way you’re trying to rub yourself. he tsks you gently when he looks between you two, leaving you a bit perplexed as he moves your hand before cupping your face.

“you cant bully your clit, angel.” he coos, putting one of his thumbs in your mouth as his fingers rest on your jaw, “she’s a shy thing, yeah? not gonna come out and make you feel good if you’re being mean.”

you’re so ditzy on him that you nodded without hesitation, he pulls your hand to his mouth to suck on your fingers, moaning at the taste. your hands glide against the silk skin delicately this time, the remaining tension in your body slowly dissipating.

“that’s it, sweetheart, just gotta be nice to her. you’re always so good for me, gotta be good to you too, right?” he smiles as you mewl against his mouth, finally coming around him.

“there she is, there’s my girl, i’ve got you.”

you are playing me like a fiddle </3

he says it like HE doesn't bully your clit all the time. you're just following his lead, what he always does, but still its not enough. you just wanna cum and eddie thinks your frustration is so fucking adorable. the way your brows furrow and your lips jut out into a pout as you circle your little clit in angry, mean strokes.

you're trying so hard to match his rhythm, the hard slap slap slap of his balls smacking your ass, of his cock fucking into you hard and so so deep. you think if you just press down harder, if you just start pinching it, maybe-

you hear eddie chuckle and then his hand is over yours, dragging your fingers away from your throbbing center. "not so hard, baby" he tells you, kissing you once. he leans up so you both have a clear view of where he's spreading you open, the sight, the petal soft folds of your cunt flared wide to make room for the hard girth of him sliding in and out. the wet sheath around the base of his cock from your cunt makes you clench around him, whining with the need to cum. you need it so, so, so fucking bad. "she needs you to be soft to her, see?"

your bottom lip trembles at the way his deft fingers, much more efficient then your own, much more aware of your body than even you seem to be, reach down. your eyes nearly fall out of your skull at the barely there brush of the pads of two fingers, pressed ever so gently on your trembling little button.

your legs spasm around him, feeling close just by that one brush. "eddie!" you gasp, "please."

"mm." he hums and you nearly sob at the soft way his thumb rubs back and forth over the stiff peak of your clit. your eyes go teary as you look down between your splayed legs to your wet and open sex, being played with so well. "like this. she's trembling for me, look-" he pulls back the fleshy hood of your clit so you can see. sure enough you can see the throb and pulse of your clit as he makes love to it with just his fingertip. "-gotta be kind to this little pussy of yours, yeah? shes a crybaby. try it. "

he pulls his hand away, his hands coming up to grip you by the unders of your thighs, pushing them up your chest, so your cunt widens even more, so you're even more on display. you realize hes tilting you up, tilting you so you can see. see your pussy, have the full view of him gliding in and out, see your throbbing clit.

"that's it." he coaxes when you tentatively reach down to touch yourself. he starts to move again, slower this time, letting you focus. you sigh, happily, as you softly rub just the very pad of your finger over the twitching muscle. your toes curl. "just like that, sweetheart. nice and slow. make yourself feel good on my cock. good girl."

he keeps praising you as he fucks you. "look at that clit, you're gonna cum so hard aren't you, baby? good girl, keep rubbing." and "you're so good. such a soft fucking pussy." and "m'gonna go harder now, okay? gonna use this cunt. just keep touching yourself how i showed you- yeah, baby, fuck." and finally. "cum, make yourself cum right fucking now."

#my lord i need this #.eddie munson #.fanfiction