#18 +

[beatteez]

pool side - c.s

최 산

boyfriend!choisan x gn!reader

genre: smut 18+ a/n: im obsessed with san rn ;) this is very much inspired by the videos of san in a pool.. ty seonghwa <3

warnings: pool sex, public sex, oral (m receiving)

"sannie help!" a quiet scream escaped your lips as wooyoung gets ready to push you into the pool. sadly your boyfriend is in on it. he comes over picking up your feet while wooyoungs arms are under your arms. they toss you into the water laughing.

you resurface a pout stuck on your face as you look up at san.

"awe poor baby" his pout mirrors yours in a teasing way. he sits on the edge of the pool and you float over to him getting in between his legs. his hands meet the sides of your face holding your head gently.

"come in" you pull on his leg but he doesn't budge.

"i will in a second" he gets up and leaves you, walking over to wooyoung, whispering something between the two of them. wooyoung waves at you and leaves as san walks back over to you sitting on the edge of the pool again.

"wheres woo going?"

"he's tired" his hand strokes the back of your head as he looks down at you. "do you know how pretty you are? the things i could do to you.." your face flushes from the sudden compliment/comment.

you look down from embarrassment only to be met with san's cock bulging in his swim shorts.

"sannie.." you look up at him subtly moving you hand over his bulge. he hums in response staring down at you. "did you ask wooyoung to leave by any chance"

"why would i do that..hmm?" a smirk is plastered on his lips as he starts slowly bunching you hair up in his hands.

"you know why" you wrap your hand around his clothed cock a deep groan coming from your boyfriend. a small smile making its way onto your face.

you tug on his swim shorts pulling them down just enough for his cock to be freed.

"come on" he said placing his other hand on your chin giving it a squeeze. you open your mouth, your tongue pushing out licking a slow strip up from the base to the tip "fuck.." he lets out a breath his hand holding your cheek.

you swirl your tongue around the tip and wrap your lips around it sucking. his hand pushes your head down gently, guiding your head up and down on his cock.

soft deep groans fall from his mouth. you look up at him and see his head is leaned back, mouth slightly open. the dim lighting from the lanterns around the pool casted a golden haze over his features making you crave him more.

you push your head down as far as you can, his tip hitting the back of your throat, earning a low groan from him.

"shit.." his hand holds you down for a second before pulling your head back up again and off his cock. you look up at him and use your hands to jerk him off.

his moans fill your ears and you lean down again to suck on his tip, still jerking him off.

"just like that baby"

you continue with his praise and feel him twitch in your mouth. you start moving your head up and down again, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

"gonna fill that pretty mouth of yours" he mumbles looking down at you. those words sent heat to your core and you kept on moving up and down on his cock.

he put his hands on the back of your head, holding your head still as he starts thrusting up into your mouth. the amount of time his tip hit the back of your throat was too many to count before you feel him release in your mouth.

you pull off of his cock and his hand comes down to your chin angling your head up to face him. you tongue comes out showing him his mess and then you swallow.

"you're always so good at that"

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[sprout-fics]

Tag, You're It: Prologue

(Poly 141 x Reader)

Masterlist

Rating: Explicit, 18+ WordCount: 1.2k Tags: Poly 141 x reader, Established relationships, F! Reader, Minors DNI Warnings: Discussions of consensual non consent A/N: This will be a brief but fun little series based off this series of drabbles

When you first talk about it, the team gives you a look.

The room goes still, the five of you lounging around the rec room table on base, where a collection of bottles and snacks litters the surface. The quiet solitude of evening hangs subtle between you all, and if you breathe in you can smell the lingering trace of shampoo, all of you scrubbed fresh and clean following your arrival back after a successful mission. Here, gathered together in mutual company, it’s you who lets the words fall out of your mouth to the surprise of the men around you.

“I want you all to chase me down and take turns on me.”

It takes a minute for the silence to settle in the aftermath of your words, and you teeth your lip as your eyes flick to the men around you, gauging their expressions. Gaz is frozen where he sits, a chip halfway to his mouth and he stares at you wordlessly, unblinking in his shock. Beside him, Soap’s mouth is agape, and you resist the urge to tell him “You’re going to catch flies, Johnny.” Ghost seems at least mildly taken aback, a rare look for him as his eyes widen under the mask. 

It’s Price, though, who releases a heavy breath in his disbelief, tilts his head so he looks at you from under his thick eyebrows. 

“That’s…an interesting proposition, love.” He finally offers, and you offer him a little sheepish shrug under the intensity of his stare. 

“You mean like hunting you?” Soap finally supplies, a little louder, and Gaz nudges him with an elbow, hissing something about the soldiers sleeping on the floor above you all. Soap rubs the sore spot with a little frown at his mate before turning back to you expectantly. 

You fidget with the empty bottle in your hands, feeling your face warm as they all stare. You’re half-tempted to tell them to forget it, but you know your partners won’t accept that, will coax the words from you one way or another, force you to admit to your own lewd desires. 

“Well, yeah.” You begin, avoiding their eyes abashedly. “Like…a training exercise almost. Trying to see how much I can avoid you all before you manage to find me?”

They’re all processing the concept, you can tell, and the fact that they are actually considering it sends your heart into a nervous flutter of possibility. 

“Catch and release.” Ghost offers after a few moments of silence, and there’s a drag of his voice that speaks of interest, hidden under a veil of amusement at the brashness of your declaration. 

“Essentially.” You reply, a little quieter, waiting for them to tell you no, expecting them to find a reason to not do it. 

“-and when we catch you…” Gaz continues, mulling over the proposition as his gaze fixates on the collection of snacks on the table, brow wrinkled in thought before his eyes lift to you. 

“You fuck me.” You finish for him, and you see something in his eyes glint at that, a little excited, eager.

“I could get behind that.” He announces, taking another swig of his beer, not hiding the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, yeah, that’s the point, sergeant.” You tell him, and Gaz chokes a little as the beer goes down. 

“What if we don’t find you?” Soap asks, and you teeth your lip at that, considering.

“You think we won’t?” Ghost replies smoothly, and that sends a shiver through you, the utter certainty that he speaks with. Not an if, but a when. He catches your eyes across the table, and it fixes you to the spot, the weight of his dark eyes that betray his interest. 

You needed little convincing. You think to yourself, allowing yourself to grin at him enthusiastically. 

“We’d have to plan it.” Price announces gruffly, drawing the four of you to look at him. A hand cups the bottom of his face as he considers, eyes dark with thought. “Rules and safety systems aside, we’d need timing, supplies…” He blinks abruptly, realizing the rest of you now look at him with no small amount of shock.

You rock back in your chair a little, pleased but still trying not to betray your excitement too soon, sipping on your drink as the men around you continue to process your offer. 

“I’m in.” Soap declares after a minute of silence, his grin cheeky and bright in the best ways of him. “Always loved me a game of hide n’ seek.”

You watch as the other men around him give some indication of agreement, and even in the silence you can tell they’re softening to the idea after their initial shock. It makes a bright warmth flutter in your chest, realizing once more the power you have over these men that you adore, who will do what they can to please both you and each other. The bond between you all runs far beyond that of camaraderie, a trust and affection that often has you all falling into each others beds, tucked into chests and gentle kisses offered in the soft aftermath. 

“Are we really doing this?” Gaz asks then, and you all exchange a series of looks, wordless meanings given through eye contact. 

Price breathes out again, and catches your eyes meaningfully across the table, holding it for a long, weighted moment before speaking. 

“Your call, love.” He tells you, and it sends an unintentional thrill up your spine, a little jolt of electricity as you consider the ultimate possibilities. 

You make a point to take a long swig of your drink, releasing a satisfied sigh before the glass clinks down on the table. 

“Don’t expect me to go easy on you.” You announce cheekily, and it makes something hungry darken Price’s gaze as your excitement bleeds into him. 

He leans forward, resting his arms on the table, and you all listen as he goes on to announce boundaries, rules of engagement. He pauses as each of you offer thoughts and ideas in turn, considering the possibilities, suggesting times, limits, windows of opportunity. You think at first they’re all just entertaining the idea, thinking about it and trying to find reasons it won’t work. Yet as the conversation goes on, as the drinks empty and the snacks dwindle to nothing, you begin to realize it’s actually happening.

The words between you all last well into the night, when Price suggests you all get some sleep before entertaining the idea further. Yet when you wake the next morning and blearily wander into the briefing room, you find them discussing it further still. Planning, considering, fixing flaws in the plan. 

You decide upon a time, off-areas, safewords, things off and on the table, and eventually you all wait in anxious anticipation for the day to arrive where you’ll be set free, chased down by four deadly, capable hunters and given the treatment you so desperately want. 

When you awake on the fated morning, well before dawn, your phone pings with a little message in the chat between the five of you, announcing the beginning of the games. 

“Tag, you’re it ;)”

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[beastlybardou]

do you have any recommendations for sheath packers? I've been thinking about getting one to help with gender and species dysphoria but I'm not sure where to look

The ones I have are all "The Canine" by Weredog, and they are fantastic. Very nice colors, and has movable parts for some added aesthetic options and the possibility for a more erotic look if that's anything to you. The downsides to it are that its kinda hard to position in a way that doesn't make it look like you're hard all the time, and that its pretty expensive with shipping.

I've also heard really good things about Beau's Sheath by @batbitestoys! I don't have this one myself, but I do have some other products from this shop, and they're all really high quality so I definitely believe the things I've heard for the sheath too.

#18 + #asks #endel #nonhuman #therian

[steddie-thirst]

Runaway | Slasher!Steddie x Henderson!Reader | 18+ |

Summary: Eddie and Steve finally have you or do they? Eddie ends up breaking one of the many rules and ends up pissing Steve off more than ever, ending in a severe punishment for the both of you.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI PLEASE AND THANKSSSS

Steve is having a really bad day: angry customers, annoying kids, and then Eddie - That little shit - just had to call at the worst of times. While he was at work no less, "Robin-" The blonde turns to face Steve, clocking his furrowed brow and tensed shoulders. He was pissed. "- Can you cover these customers? Eddie, is calling me...again." Reiterating his frustration to his coworker and she nodded enthusiastically.

Steve stomped to the back room, eyes hardened and jaw clenched. He had enough Eddie's shit today. When he reached the break room he reached for the phone still ringing and yanked it off the wall. "This better be fucking important." Steve snarled.

"I-I swear, Steve!" Eddie's voice came quickly from the other side but it was soft, on edge, almost as if he was anxious - Something must've happened.

"What did you do, Munson?" The metalhead gulped, hands shaking as he held the phone up to his ear, Steve's anger and heavy breathing loud in his ears not fully helping with the situation.

"She escaped." As the words left it him there was a bitter taste left on his tongue. Already able to feel Steve's hardened gaze through the phone.

"She fucking what?!" He hissed quietly. Anger coursing through him at the aforementioned phrase.

"E-Escaped, Stevie! She escaped and I-I can't find her! I only stepped out for a quick smoke, I swear and-and just left her locked up-"

"Eddie." Steve hissed voice shutting the boy up real quick. If it was one thing about Steve - his temper, unrelenting and unforgiving - Eddie knew he was fucked if he didn't work to fix it.

"Get in your dingy ass crack van and go find her!" Eddie flinched with each word before the line went dead. Deep down it encouraged him, a fire lit within Eddie. Wanting nothing more to please him and feel jus how forgiving Steve could be. Eddie wouldn't have it any other way. When he'd found you and brought you back then maybe Steve would be home to see just how bad of a girl you were. You'd be punished right then and there, snatching the keys off the mantle and storming outside.

You weren't sure how far you'd be able to manage running still clad in house-shoes, a thin white cardigan, and your pink tank-top. Still sporting pajama shorts, not the proper attire to be running out in the woods. What other choice was there? The woods behind the house weren't to thick and some sort of pathway the lead you away from the house. Seemingly cleared by hand. Most likely in order to make it - Drivable. "Shit." You whimpered slowing to a walk.

Chest heaving and legs burning. Maybe you could walk for a bit, surely if Eddie had figured out you'd taken off by now then he'd be chasing after you already. That's when you heard it - Black Sabbath and the engine purring loudly from behind in the distance. Freezing in place as it becomes closer slowly turning to look over your shoulder.

There Eddie's van sat sitting idly right behind you. He pops his head out the window and sends you one of those signature grins, the kind that bring out his dimples, "Gotcha!" The brunette calls out to you.

Watching as you eagerly take off in full sprint down the pathway, revving the engine behind you. Stumbling over the uprooted branches, leaves, twigs crunching beneath you. Sneaking another glance back at his van - But it wasn't moving.

Eddie plops back down in the seat humming along to Black Sabbath's Die Young. The music blasting from his radio, reaching over to turn it up then digging into his pocket to fish out a cigarette. Lighting the tip and tossing his lighter back onto the dash. Taking a quick hit blowing out a thick puff of smoke before tucking the stick into the corner of his mouth. He reaches over to the glovebox for the knife, rope, and gloves . A content sigh leaves his lips and he relaxes back into the seat. You wouldn't get far now and knowing something you don't. "Poor little thing." He huffs, "And you tried so hard too."

Sneaking one more glance back at his van, still unaware of the danger ahead. Then it happened all so suddenly. Your ankle caught across a small trigger, cuasing you to plummet down to the eart below you.

Eddie clambers out of the vehicle and goes to fetch you. He watches as you try to recover from the fall still reeling from the shock of it all. Your head throbbed, body sore, and legs stiff. Everything ached. "Good try, sweetheart." Eddie coos tucking the rope between his armpit and slipping on the gloves to reset the wire trap, before grabbing ahold of your wrists. Yanking them back and you along with it. He placed the handle of the blade between his teeth, going for the rope wrapping it tautly amongst your wrists. Then dropping you down to the ground a pained yelp leaving your lips, "You're in so much trouble, sweetheart. Especially when Stevie hears."

"N-No, don't tell 'em." You whine cheek pressed down against the earth as Eddie works the rope around your ankles, gloved fingers brushing alongst your heated skin.

"Got no choice baby." Eddie grunts dropping your trapped limbs and cutting the rest of the rope to set aside for later. Another whimper escaping you, but it awakened something between your legs, making you squirm. Eddie noticed. Oh he noticed. "Maybe you could skip out on Steve's punishment if you give me an apology for sneakin' out on me, baby." He offers fingers tracing over the exposed flesh off your upper thigh, again making you squirm and whine.

"Y-You promise, Eddie?" You whimper.

Eddie hums as his fingers come to grope your ass, a gasp escaping you at his actions. "Oh yeah, baby. I fuckin' promise."

"M'sorry for sneakin' out, Eddie." You hope to anything that was a good enough apology, but he only laughs. He reaches for the cigarette he was nursing and tossed it down. Stomping it out with his boot, as he huffed out one last cloud of smoke.

Eddie's boot nudged you on the side and you flop over onto your back with a huff. "Not that kind of apology, baby." He stares down at you and smirks, "You know better than that, pretty girl."

"E-Eddie, what if-"

"What, princess?"

"-- Someone sees?" He laughs removing his gloves and throwing them down to the ground beside him, shrugging off his jacket as well.

"Nobody's gonna come around here, baby. All the more time to spend with you." He growls flashing a sweet smile, before it's gone and your left with a hungry wolf. Eddie always was a greedy man. "But since you're not fighting me, cutie. I'll let you have your pick and Steve can finish you off later. Mouth or Pussy?" He shrugs. "Pick your poison."

You squirm in place on the ground floor and buck your hips up, "Please?"

"Not so fast, sweetheart." He tuts with a click of his tongue. "Let me hear you say it. Go on." Eddie urges with a wave of his hand.

You gulp down your nerves and shyly spread your legs for him, "F-Fuck me, please?" He groans as your sweet voice hooks him in.

Can't ever say 'No' to his girl when you beg like that. All sweet and innocent. Even sweeter with you tied up and no where to run - Fuck - his cock jumped behind the confines of his, all so suddenly tight jeans, "Shit, baby. Can't tell you, No. Not when you look like that." Eddie's hands fly down to his belt, metal buckle clinking along with the chains attached to waistline of his black jeans.

You let out a whine as his fingers work his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock, fingers going to wrap around his shaft pumping it to full hardness. Enjoying the way the cool air bit against his warmth. You stared at the swollen head angry and waiting, a small bead of pre-cum leaking from the head. It left you squirming as you watched him stroke himself quiet grunts passing his lips. Before brushing his thumb over the tip hips bucking against his own hand. "Can't wait to feel you around me, princess." He spares a glance down at you and despite the rope bounding your ankle spread your legs wider for him

"A-All yours, Daddy." Your sweet voice coos up to him, soft like butter, as he kneels down before you on the ground. Hands immediately finding their way to your waist. Eddie's fingers hook into the waistline of your shorts and panties slowly sliding them down your soft legs. His other hand has a tight grip on your hip as he guides himself inside, soft walls hugging, sucking him deeper inside. The hand on his hip now being used to hold himself up over you.

Eddie shudders at the feeling, so tight for him it was fucking unbelievable. Brown eyes focused on your face as it contorts in pleasure a gasp leaving your lips. His Adam's apple bobbing as a short grunt leaves his lips. “Fucking - Shit - Baby, you’ve got such a tight'n warmy pussy."

"God- Daddy -" You moan almost breathless enjoying how his cock fills you up, inch by inch and stretches you in the most pleasurable way. However, totally unaware of the approaching figure. Eddie takes his time pulling his hips back slowly in such an agonizing pace. His hips meeting yours, but he stops when in the corner of his eyes he spots a familiar pair of sneakers. He freezes head craning to turn back and see a very pissed Steve. Jaw clenched, eyes hardened, and brows knitting together in anger.

Your eyes were still shut, "Eddie move!" You whined squirming to slide down onto his cock and your eyes flutter open, a gasp leaves your lips as you spot Steve. Eddie's cock still nestled inside you.

"Fuckin' her behind my back?" Steve's arms were crossed over his chest biceps flexed as he flung one arm out to gesture to the pornographic scene before him. Something about those hazel eyes watching you getting impaled was exciting. Steve was pissed, but he was more so jealous.

Eddie grunts as he starts to pull out, "I-I'm sorry, Stevie. I'll ju-" Steve comes up behind him, not giving Eddie much time to react, as his calloused fingers curl into Eddie's thick locks. "Fuck her until neither of you can take it." He growls.

Eddie whimpers, "S-Steve I-"

"You fucking stupid, Munson?" Steve snarled hands curling together causing Eddie to moan.

"N-No, Sir." He's quick to respond.

"Good boy." Steve purrs shoving his head down and Eddie sighs blissfully. "Now give her the fucking she deserves."

Turning back to look back at you and Steve grins. "And you are gonna take him aren't you slut?" Eagerly nodding your head in agreement and Eddie groans. Starting at quick and comfortable rhythm, leaving your toes curling, eyes screwing shut, and lips parted as filthy lewd sounds fall from your lips.

"Y-Yes, Daddy!" You cry out eagerly, moans and pathetic short gasps leaving you.

"Dirty little girl." Steve grumbles watching as he watches Eddie's cock disappear into you. Eddie chuckles, "Look at how well she's taking you, Eddie." As soon as the words leave him, Eddie has picked up that sweet pace filling your walls to the brim. His head striking that absolutely serene spot leaving you absolutely dumb and seeing the stars in the sky. Eyes rolling up as his pace picks up, the sound of skin meeting skin accompanying the pornographic sounds hanging in the air. His fingers tightly wound at your hips nails biting into the supple curves, leaving marks behind as proof as he fucked you into the dirt. Steve enjoyed the show watching you helplessly take Eddie's cock and it was what you deserved.

“Ungh- Fuck -Shit, Daddy!” You cried out hands going to fist the He groans, thighs tensed, and shaking as your orgasm reached first.

"Fucking, tight - Steve - Fuck gunna fill you up." He has time admit before his cumming deep inside you, a warmth that floods your insides coating every last inch of your walls and one final strangled moan escapes him. Coating every part of you, flooding your little pussy full of him. Enjoying every moment spent inside you.

However, as he goes to pull out Steve steps in, "Keep going, Munson."

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[filip74]

#18 +

[degenerateteenagebeautyqueen]

WHAT. HAVE. I. DONE? 😭

(also writing will be coming soon 🫶🏻)

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[sprout-fics]

Thots on our boy Soap in the bedroom?? I feel like he’d be such a fun lover

NSFW John 'Soap' MacTavish

HE ISSSSSSS

He's Literally So Boyfriend

Out of all of the 141, Soap is by far the most playful. He lives to see his loved ones smile. If you're in a sour mood he'll plop himself down by your side and needle you until you can't help but giggle and hide your smile

This goes to the bedroom too. He's the kind of goofy guy who will be kissing you absolutely senseless one moment and then motorboat your stomach the next

He does have a serious side to him, as all soldiers do, but he lives for the moments of safety where you're caught in his arms and whining at him when he pulls back from your kiss again with that shit-eating grin of his

He's the most likely to try something new, is always up to entertain new ideas in the bedroom. You two have tried pretty much every position there is in the Kama Sutra, and even the ones that aren't.

There's some things he won't try. He'll give you a few spanks to the ass to be cheeky, will bite hickeys into your neck that you have to cover up with makeup, but the idea of hurting you even for the same of pleasure, of degrading or humiliating you isn't something he can stomach well

He does loves the novelty of something new though, from toys to outfits to beyond

At one point he buys a camo jockstrap to surprise you, and you laugh so hard you nearly fall out of the damn bed at him freeing his erect cock and going "Attennntionn-!!"

Makes so many dick related army jokes it's insane. You've heard the 'dishonorable discharge' one so many times you now groan into your hands whenever you hear someone else use the term in earnest

He loves it though, loves the 'That was terrible' response to his jokes you give even though you're laughing. His pleased smile at making you laugh is the stuff of daydreams

Johnny loves to tease. Loves having you in his lap grinding down on him, his hands roaming all over you while you groan into his mouth. You can taste the smile on his lips when he catches your hand trying to undo his belt, grins up at you and tells you there's no rush, that you two can take your time

It's the same when he's buried between your legs, hands pressing your thighs wider until you're completely spread out for him. He fastens his lips on your clit and sucks on it until you writhe and have to buck him off in overstimulation, will murmur a little apology through laughter before he sucks a hickey into your thigh

Despite him being fairly playful and adventurous, his favorite position is always going to be missionary, because he adores seeing your face scrunched with pleasure, head thrown back against the pillows, chest heaving with pants as he fucks you with quick, snapping little thrusts that makes you whine

"Gorgeous." He tells you, kissing you with the same heat that pools below your belly, moaning into your mouth as his hips stutter

At other times he'll tease you while you two are having sex. Give you the whole 'Ohhh I know, it feels so good' line and when you smack at him he only laughs, fucks into you harder

When he has the time, he loves to see just how many orgasms he can wring from you before you have to tap out, your fist pounding the bed as you beg him breathlessly with a gasping "Johnny, please, too much-"

Even when you say you can't possibly have another orgasm he merely hoists your legs up over his shoulders and finds a new angle to thrust inside you until you stare unseeing at the ceiling, trying and failing to find your way out of the labyrinth of his pleasure

"Told you so" He says after you come down, eyes twinkling with satisfaction

It's overwhelming in the best of ways, always has you drunk on him in the way he sweeps you under with a few touches, a murmur of laughter against your flesh. You're always dizzy with it afterwards, blinking against the brightness with his smug face hovering over yours

"It was good, yeah?" He asks almost boyishly, holding your face so he can peck little kisses over your half-lidded expression. "Yeah?"

You nod against him, gasping a little for air as his lips press against your fluttered gaze

"Yeah, Johnny." You tell him breathlessly, craning up to kiss him and tasting the happy smile on his lips

#john soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #reader insert #x reader #minors dni #18 + #18 + only #headcanons

[domestikhighway58]

Home, Alone

HOTCHREID

18+ Explicit

Not too explicit but IDK how this works on the Tumblr

WC: 1600

Hotch comes over for dinner and a movie after Spencer takes a day off. Dinner is heavy and the movie is relaxing but they still find a way to get down with the dirty-dirty, even if it is a little new.

YO--Go order the Hotchreid Zine if you haven't yet! Orders close in like 2 days or so. <3 This is for fun but also for that. <3

...

"Hey, yeah, come on up--chicken's done--hang on!"

BUZZ

Hotch shook his head with a tired smile and made his way up once the door to Reid's apartment building finally clicked open.

He had to tell the kid to get the code fixed so he could buzz himself up next time. Hotch had been there every night for nearly two months now. It was probably far past time but Spencer had never had a boyfriend before. This was all new.

Hotch let himself in and found Spencer bustling around his cramped kitchen in an old band t-shirt and a ragged pair of cords, barefoot for once.

"I roasted a chicken, an entire, organic, humanely sourced chicken I had to order from the Market and it only just got here--Aaron, it still had a few feathers in it, I tweezed it but--"

Aaron held up a hand while he shrugged his jacket off.

"Sorry, wait--Spencer, you tweezed the chicken?"

Spencer stared with a rapid blink as he stood up to his full height.

"Yes?" he asked with a wince just as the buzzer dinged again.

"Oh--shit, okay--is it--yes, that's brown enough right? I broiled it for the last little bit, the internal temperature read just at 175 degrees Fahrenheit--"

Hotch placed his hands on Spencer's hips just above the loose old cords. His fingers met warm skin and both men sighed at the subtle contact.

"Get it out and we'll taste test once it's rested. What else did you make on your rare day off?" Aaron breathed into Spencer's long hair.

Spencer shivered and batted him off.

He made quite a lot and he didn't feel like getting distracted yet again before they could actually eat.

Hotch stood back and chuckled, hands raised at the look his love shot him over his shoulder.

"Show me, Reid, I'll behave."

Spencer proceeded to outline in depth the meal he planned for hours that morning at 4 am when he realized he had to take a day off or risk it not carrying over to next year. He was still junior enough on the FBI payroll not to get rollover PTO. It was annoying, sure, but...

He rather enjoyed his random day at home, all alone. Waiting for Hotch to get back from a thankfully clear paperwork day.

They made it to the table this time without a bedroom detour. Spencer found he rather enjoyed the dinnertime banter, the perusal of flavors he found that day in the two dozen cookbooks he memorized, the way Hotch tried and loved his puffed pastry for dessert...

It was truly the first time they had to take time together since starting this secret thing they had.

When the dishes were finally done after a silly attempt at domesticity--Hotch deciding Spencer was far too clinical in his approach and Spencer deciding Hotch knew nothing of hygiene whatsoever--both of them were far too exhausted and full to consider their normal raucous romp.

Spencer leaned against the sink drying his hands with a towel before carefully tossing it in the little basket next to the door for immediate washing. Aaron nearly laughed but groaned instead when he remembered laughing hurt his ridiculously over-stuffed stomach.

"Remind me not to let you force seconds on me of every course, you're like my grandmother, Spencer, Christ, I could pass out right now," the older man lamented with a very content sigh. Spencer blushed and shrugged at him.

He grabbed Aaron's wrist to pull him along to the living room where the rest of their night home alone waited.

Spencer might have been envisioning this for a while. It was all going according to plan so far.

"I didn't forcefeed you, Hotch. But now that you mention it, I would just like to... um, relax? Together? We can have sex, but maybe... right now let's just... be?" he asked quietly with a nod to the couch. His lips twitched up in a hopeful smile and honestly, Hotch had never seen anything more perfect.

"That sounds pretty damn good, Reid. Movie?" he asked with a reciprocal smile.

Spencer sprawled out with a laugh on his couch and reached a hand up to pull Aaron down with him.

"Mhmm. Your choice."

Hotch grinned with a glint in his eye that had Spencer questioning his motives but he stuck by his offer to hand his partner the remote.

Forty-five minutes later found them both nearly catatonic on the couch staring open-mouthed as the fighter jets of Top Gun whizzed to and fro across Spencer's old TV.

Their feet rubbed against each other where they met perched on the coffee table but otherwise they kept to their respective sides out of comfort. Both of them assumed they'd start fucking within the first five minutes like they usually did when they sat down to "watch. a movie" but this time...

The comfort level was at an all time high. Sex could wait.

They both somewhat forgot where they were when the comfort level got a little higher than usual.

Spencer's hand was down his pants within ten minutes of the captivating movie. He was too tired to realize his old private passtime playing out beneath his cords. Simply touching and holding, nothing too crass. Maybe he'd be diverted enough eventually to focus on a fantasy and play it out til orgasm, maybe he'd just sit there touching himself until he fell asleep.

He never did know. Right now, it just felt natural.

Aaron took longer in the pursuit. It wasn't until he saw Spencer's hand moving beneath his pants with long, erratic little pumps that his own cock demanded the same attention. At first, he just watched Spencer just stare at the screen and touch himself like he was entirely alone. He waited for the man to look over and tease him with a grin, invite him over to join.

Then the movie caught his attention again somehow and before he knew what was happening, he was simply stroking his cock out of comfort, completely lost in the theatrics on screen.

They kept going like that until Spencer noticed for the first time with a yawn where his hand was. A glance at Aaron confirmed to him with a shock that they were both just lying there playing footsie absently while playing with themselves.

It was, perhaps, the most erotic moment of Spencer Reid's life.

His hand increased its tempo, sliding up and down his cock beneath his pants as he watched Aaron just fondle himself like that.

Spencer let a tiny moan escape. Aaron shook himself from the sleepy stupor to look over at him. Eyes on his face. On his crotch. The hand moving there.

"Hey," Spencer whispered while Top Gun played out loud in the background.

Aaron swallowed hard.

"Hey."

They both increased the tempo of their strokes.

Feet tangled with feet.

Spencer let hishead fall back against the couch. He pulled his cock out of his pants fully and let it all go, fast, furious strokes, the way Hotch always touched him. When he opened his eyes he saw Hotch had his out too, dragging his fist up and down slow, steady, just the way Spencer rode him.

Spencer felt himself building to that point the longer he watched Aaron touch himself like that.

"You know I... I touched myself every single night for years before you took me that first time... always thinking it was you...." he whispered with a tiny moan like he used to when he still held back.

Aaron nearly lost it when he heard that. Ever since they'd let it all go, ever since they went for it, he hadn't heard Spencer be anything but loud and wild.

Hearing that tiny whisper again...

It had him coming right then and there.

"Fuck--Spencer--baby--k-keep going--come on yourself for me--" he managed to choke out between the throbbing spasms of his cock into his own hand. Hotch didn't care that he came first that time.

It just meant he got to watch Spencer whine and whimper and need more--more Hotch would not be giving despite that desperate look. Their movie was ending. It was time for bed, no matter how much Spencer begged.

"A-Aaron... hmmm... not the same without you--fuck--"

Aaron couldn't help the gasping smirk as he waved his cum-covered cock at his boyfriend with a sleepy grin.

"I wanna see you come without this in your ass, Spence. Let's see it. Then maybe tomorrow, you can have it for breakfast."

Spencer's eyes got big and he nearly cried when he finally came all over his t-shirt, avidly imagining the next morning while he banged his feet against the table through the sensation.

"Good boy, Spencer.... god... dinner and a movie with you is never just dinner and a movie, is it?" Aaron muttered with satisfaction at the sight of Spencer shaking and covered in his own cum at the end of the couch.

Spencer laughed through the last shaky bit of his release and shook his head. When he opened his eyes it was to find Hotch standing with his shirt off, wiping the cum from his chest and belly like he did it every day.

"Here."

Spencer blushed gratefully and pulled his own cum-soaked tee off before cleaning up half-heartedly.

Why bother...

Aaron pulled him for a deep kiss while the credits rolled behind them. Spencer melted into it and he didn't care that they were both about to go to bed covered in cum without brushing their teeth.

Breakfast was bound to be messy.

#hotchreid #smut #18 + #criminal minds #fanfiction #hotchreid zine #discord fam #drabble turned whatever this is #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #dates

[steddie-thirst]

Jealousy Jealousy | Steddie X Fem!Reader | 18+

(This takes place towards the beginning of this universes steddie fic so there is still an establishment of a full blown relationship)

Warnings: explicit language, daddy kink, perv Eddie, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), dom/sub dynamics, Dom!Eddie and him being mean/rough, degradation, praise kink, spanking. Many more things.

Summary: Steve is away at work and Eddie is getting jealous of how desperate you get for him. So, he goes hard on the rules, making it so easy for you to slip up and punish you. However, you learn that Eddie is just jealous and needs as much attention as you do.

It's been a relaxing day at home, no chores, no plans just you and Eddie curled up on the couch. Some movie playing in the background on the TV. You sat perched in his lap, hands nestled on his thighs, as his arms rest on your sides, thumbs gently caressing the exposed skin. "Isn't this nice?" Eddie asks leaning forward to nuzzle into your neck nipping at the skin with his teeth sucking at the skin. You giggle and squirm in his lap a shaky breath leaving you. "Just you and me."

"Eddie." You whined. "M'Watching a show!" He chuckled ignoring your protests hands sneaking their way down to the hem of your shorts. You bit your lip knowing full well what he was doing. Eddie loved getting you all riled up and needy, he craved you, needed you. His fingers just breached the hem of your shorts when the phone rang. You sprung out of his lap and went to grab the phone off the wall. Eddie let out an audible sigh and flopped back on the couch with a groan head sinking back into the cushions.

"Hey, princess. How's my little girl doing?" Steve cooed over the receiver. You squealed happily and he chuckled.

"Hi, Daddy. I'm good Eddie and I are watching a movie." Steve could hear the TV in the background and he smiled. Eddie must be having a lazy day, otherwise the television wouldn't be on. You were not supposed to spend to much time in front of it in fear that you would get to attached.

"Now not to much TV time today princess I am supposed to take you to the movies tomorrow." He warns her voice low and demanding. You always enjoyed how firm Steve was with his rules, it filled that need for you to be controlled. That was exactly what he had over you and Eddie though when Steve was away Eddie made the rules.

"Okay, Daddy." You reply sweetly twirling the cord with your finger as he spoke.

"Alright, princess. I love you and I will see you tomorrow. Be a good girl for Eddie." He reminded you and he chuckled. Most of the time they had never had any problem's and always so good for them. Especially him, your Daddy, being his had special rewards and perks. Ones Eddie grew jealous of rather quickly.

"Yes Daddy, I will see you when you get home tomorrow." With that being said Steve hung up getting back to work whilst you went to climb back into Eddie's lap. You swung your legs over his straddling him hands running up his torso.

"Sorry I had to answer the phone, Eds." You apologize knowing how much it got to him when Steve pulled you away. His head lolls to the side as he looks at you. Eddie shifts on the couch pulling you closer by the waist and he digs his fingers into the skin there, his rings felt cool against your skin, and you let out a pleased sigh.

"Did he give you any instructions today?" He asks eyes boring into your own. His tone was serious and when he got like this it was hard to tell what he'd do or say next. Eddie was very unpredictable compared to Steve the two were stark in contrast. You nodded and his left hand goes to take ahold of your chin keeping your eyes on him.

"Yes, Eddie." You reply eyes trailing down to glance at his lips then back up to his eyes. He hums and he releases her chin her fingers toy with the fabric of his shirt as he stared down at her.

"What were the instructions, sweetheart?" He asks gently hands running over the sides of your hips fiddling with the hem of your shirt. It was his favorite, showing off all your greatest aspects, hips, chest, and stomach.

"To be good for you, Sir." Eddie chuckled at the response and leaned forward his lips stopping an inch away from yours.

"And you're going to be good for me aren't you, baby?" His voice was low, husky, and sending that familiar electricity through you and right to your core.

"Yes, Sir." Your eyes flutter up at him and a chuckle reverberates through his chest being able to feel it, hands still pressed against his chest. Eddie leaned forward and pecked your lips. It was quick, no passion, or desperation it made you whine.

"Not today, sweetheart. Not while I'm in charge." Eddie was firm with his rules, even more so than your Daddy was, but that did not change how well behaved for them you were.

"But, I wanna kiss you, Eds." Sighing in desperation you knew deep down that's what he wanted, craved the control that Steve had over you. Eddie was power hungry and while Daddy was away he was going to get it. He pulls you off his lap with a huff and walking off. Eddie was slow and deliberate with his movements on making his way into the kitchen. You sit on the couch pouting as he poured himself something to drink in the kitchen.

"You can kiss me later, sweetheart. Right now we need to go over some rules for today and seeing as you are already acting like a whiny brat." Eddie sneered eyes staring you down in the currently very pouty state that he had left you in. "We're going to have to go stricter on the rules for today." He sets down the glass a bit harsher than intended, and goes to undo his belt, pulling it from his waist with ease. Eddie places the item over the table and smirks watching as you eye the belt cautiously. "Any time you snap back, disrespect, pout, or whine, I'm bending you over my knee and spanking your cute little ass. Understand?"

"Y-Yes, Sir." You stammer out quickly. Today was definitely not the day to get Eddie worked up and clearly he was in some sort of mood. He wasn't normally this strict when Daddy away, he was always sweet giving you kisses and treats, the always gave you what you want. He spoiled the fuck out of you. But today he has snapped today he didn't want to do that, clearly there was something he wanted, but maybe you'd figure it out.

"That's my, good girl." Still sat on the couch he urges you to come over with his finger. "Come." You look up at those brown eyes, soft and beautiful, darkened with lust. Not wishing to be on the receiving end of his belt you stand up. All to quickly he snaps, "I want you on your hands and knees baby. Come on." You flinch at the outburst and quickly drop to floor as he commanded.

"See, now that wasn't so fucking hard, baby girl." He cooed down at you finally making it over to where he stood in the kitchen. You sit back on your heels hands placed in your lap waiting for the next command. Eddie simply stares down at you admiring the way you look beneath. "So pretty like this. You hardly get on your knees for me anymore." As sad as it was that was true. You'd always great Steve when he came home on your knees and let him use you anyway he want while Eddie was left last. It kind of hurt to finally realize it, but it was not going to change anything. His fingers curl around your chin tilting your head up as he examines you.

"Sorry, Sir." You mumble out an apology knowing it won't exactly fix anything, but it was more for Eddie's sake, he needed to hear it. He hums in content and then chuckles.

"Sorry, won't fix anything. I'm just going to have to show you what you do to me." He's in your face kissing your forehead voice lowering to a whisper, "You remember that safe word, pretty girl?" With a nod in response Eddie sighs. "Words baby. I need to hear it." His fingers dig into the skin of your cheeks and you try your best not to whine, keeping in mind the list of rules.

"Peaches." Eddie sighs in relief, and after that the kind and caring Eddie that you know and love is gone. He pulls back keeping the firm grip on your chin and running his thumb over your bottom lip.

"How's your throat training been going baby? Can you take cock without gagging huh?" He pushed his finger past your lips eyes watching carefully, as you take it, then adding another finger. The cool steel of his rings brushing against your lips as he presses his fingers down on your tongue, drool spiling past your slightly parted lips. Eddie chuckles, "So far so good what about.." enjoying the warmth of your mouth around his fingers. God, only knows what it would be like around his cock. He trails of as he pushes it further not being to shocked when you gag around his fingers. Sputtering around them as he lets out a sigh, "Here I thought you were doing so well." He pulls them from your mouth coated in your saliva and wipes them on your top, one you favored, but kept that mouth shut.

"So dumb you can't even take my fingers without gagging." He hissed down at you. "If you can't take my fingers what makes you think you can handle sucking cock. What would Daddy say if he found out hmm?" His words sent a familiar ache between your thighs, aching and ready for attention. There was just something about that way he spoke to you. Making you feel smaller and dumber than you were.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir." You sputtered out looking up at Eddie. He was silently watching you calculating his next move. Sometimes he was highly unpredictable when he got into one of his moods especially when it was because of the attention he never got.

"You are going to be. We need to get that pretty mouth all trained up for Daddy. Instead we wont be using my fingers, I've been going to easy on you baby and I'm tired of being the good guy." You shift in place going back to rest on your ass as you watched Eddie undo the button to his jeans and work the zipper, shoving them down along with his boxers freeing his already hard cock. The sight Eddie of his cock standing proud, tip angry and red, made you drool he was a sight. "You're going to take every last inch, and if you gag, we start over." You lean forward reaching up to take his cock into your hand, but he smacks them away, "Oh, no hands only your cute little mouth and you better not ruin my jeans, baby girl." He ordered his voice becoming gruff, "Or I'll have to bruise that pretty little ass."

Your palms go up to brace yourself on his thighs, moving to sit at your knees, the carpet rubbing unpleasantly against your skin. Eddie could see the wince of pain and smirks. He watches as your lips wrap around the tip, starting slowly, and swirling your tongue around it. Eddie sighs in bliss head lolled back as his chest heaves with ever gasp and breath. "F-Fuck there's my good girl." He groans. His fingers move to curl into your hair, nails brushing against your scalp.

You moan around the tip and he growls, "I know you can take more than that, let me help." He pushes your further down his shaft dragging you onto him by your hair, nearly making you gag, but make up for it by breathing through your nose, and catching yourself. The pain only added to the pleasure and the wetness pulling between your legs no doubt you were soaked.

"There.. we go.." Eddie sighs eyes half-lidded blown with lust watching you take him hungrily the sounds wet and sloppy, filling the room except for the occasional voice from the television. Just you and Eddie in this moment. He was finally getting what he craved the most control. Steve always made the rules, always got what he wanted, and you always listened. It drove him insane. In the moment something snapped and Eddie practically shoved his cock down your throat barely giving you time to adjust.

"Fuck this! I'm going to use that little throat of yours just like Daddy does and you are going to thank me, slut." He's pulling you along his shaft at rough pace, but you manage to breathe your nose. Your saliva coated his cock and he was practically animalistic in his movements. "Always so good for Daddy and never giving me the fucking time of day." Eddie grunted hooked on the warm feeling of your mouth around him, and you can only feel him. Feel his cock sliding down your throat, filling ever inch of your mouth with him. Making sure to etch the memory of his cock into your brain by throat-fucking you hard enough.

"Fucking little slut! Youre all mine now, no Daddy to save you." He growled, drool dripping down the corners of your mouth and down your chin. "God, I fucking love taking you like this. Making an absolute mess if your face." His grunts and the echo of your gurgling down his cock filled the room. It was wet, messy and sloppy, but God did you love it. "Fucking slut." Eddie was close and if the feeling of his dick twitching on your tongue was any indication then he was going cum down your throat.

"You gonna take, baby?" You look up at him and he chuckles as he watches himself disseaper down your throat. You hum around him, he sighs eyes fluttering shut, and hips stuttering for a second. Before he returned to that brutal pace in face-fucking you. Your grip on his thighs tightening clenching the fabric of his jeans between your fingers. "That's right you will and you'll love every fucking second. You're my slut to play with--Fuck!" He suddenly pulls you off of him and you gasp the air rushing back into your lungs. "I want to absolutely destroy you, sweetheart. Been waiting all week for this." He pulls up to stand by your hair and drags you back over to couch, nearly stumbling over your own feet. He presses his hand to your lover back forcing you to bend over the arm of the loveseat. Kicking your legs apart with his foot.

His left hand has a grip on your hair pulling it taut as his other hand reels back delivering a pop to your ass. He moves to pry both your shorts and panties off throwing them off to who knows where. You cry out, "What do you say, slut." Your eyes are glossy tears silently flowing down your cheeks

"T-Thank you, Master." He chuckled darkly letting go of your hair to guide himself into your cunt. Relishing in the feeling as you tighten around him. Your let out a small whine as he stretches you out.

"That's what I like to hear, slut. I'm going to cum inside you, fill you up." Eddie made that a promise hips immediately meeting yours as he picked up a harsh pace fucking you into the couch. Your moans were sinful, loud, and Eddie ate up every sound. His grip on your hips were harsh no doubt fresh bruises would bloom later on, but you treasured them each and every one.

His pace brutal and unrelenting, "F-Fuck Eds, you're so gooood.." You gasp loving the way Eddie could make you see stars.

"Shit, baby. Gonna cum inside you, gonna take it though aren't you?" He grunted and you gasp, breathing uneven as you try to stammer out a response.

"Hng--Fuck, yes! You own me, Master."

"That, I fucking do, princess. Now fucking take it." He growled in your ear, pushing all the way inside you making sure every last drop wasn't wasted, dick twitching as he fill you up. His hips slowed to a stop riding his high and you collapsed against the couch a whimpering and whining mess. Eddie pulls out and it leaves you shuddering. He plops down on the couch next to you pulling you into his lap, "So good for me baby. I love you."

"I love you to, Eds. If you were jealous you could just told me." You look up at him with a soft smile. His hand goes down between your legs idly rubbing hus fingers over your clit. You gasp and he chuckles.

"You made it up to me today, baby. I just need to learn to share more, but right now I want you to cum around my fingers." Eddie had given you just exactly what you needed and what he needed. You felt so loved and cared for in the moment. No matter how much he used you he always managed to give back. He made you cum on hus fingers for the rest of the day not once leaving the spot between your legs, something was just so addicting about hearing those pornagraphic moans spill from your lips.

"That's my girl. My good little girl."

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Thank you to @carol-munson and @rollergirlworld for inspiring this fic. I hope my steddie contribution has pleased thee.

#eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fandom #eddie munson x you #stranger things x fem!reader #steddie x you #steddie x reader #steddie smut #steddie x fem!reader #steddie x fem!reader smut #18 + #x female reader #mean!eddie munson #daddy eddie munson

[writingprompts-drabble]

Haven’t posted on tumblr in a fat minute but I wanted to share this story I wrote today. The link above is to a a very NSFW story, 18+ only.

#sam carpenter #Sam carpenter x reader #fem!reader #writing #fanfic #my writing #outside link #archive of our own #scream #scream 2022 #scream 2023 #tara carpenter #chad Meeks #ghostface #ghostface x reader #18 + #lemon juice

[godshideouscreation]

Mom. Get out. I'm doing spells.

#meme #possum #opossum #op is 18+

[sprout-fics]

Sunroom

(Captain John Price x F!Reader)

Word Count: 1.5k Rating: Explicit (18+) Tags: PiV sex, Fluff, Tooth rotting fluff, Domesticity, Soft Price, Lazy Sunday mornings, Wearing each other's clothes, Cockwarming, Sleepy sex, Cuddling, Established relationship, Lazy makeout sessions. Warnings: None A/N: A quick and fluffy smut oneshot inspired by the utterly lovely @guyfieriii and her Professor Price series which I adore.

Kisses along the underside of your jaw.

You feel the scrape of his beard graze against your skin, press against the soft, tender flesh of your throat as he presses a lingering, achingly sweet kiss there. You press into his mouth with a sleepy hum, chasing the taste of honey masked by yorkshire tea as he pulls away. It leaves you blinking drowsily in his absence, lips parting and eyes blinking against the brightness.

The world feels like it’s melting around you, hazy and aching, the warmth of the sunroom casting pale against your skin with the late morning radiance that spills through the windows. It blurs at the edges of your consciousness, sanguine and sincere as you drink it down like ambrosia, imbuing it into your veins like a kiss from the god Apollo. Drowsiness pulls at you, a gentle but insistent gravity that settles across your pliant limbs.

John emanates warmth from behind you, your spine tucked into the broad planes of his chest. Your head lolls in the junction between his neck and shoulder, and when you twist your head you drown in the scent of him- cigar smoke, pine, musk. You feel the warm breath of him when he smiles, absorbed in his book. One hand keeps it open, thumb pressed sternly between the pages, while his other palm rests against the top of your bare thigh that peeks from under his shirt dressed lazily across your form.

You found him like this when you came downstairs, seeking him when you found him absent from your bed. Shirtless, dressed in nothing but sweatpants, bifocals resting on the bridge of his nose, his eyes had risen to greet you as you hovered in the doorway. Hesitant, feigning shyness. 

“Look at you.” He murmured, setting his book down as he appreciated your figure dressed in nothing but one of his crinkled, white button downs. “Is that my shirt, darling?”

“Smells like you.” You replied, voice clogged with sleep as you yawned, rubbed at your eyes. “Come back to bed.”

“How about you come here instead.” He offered, widening his legs and tapping at his thigh beckoningly. You followed the motion with your eyes, taking a moment to graze appreciatively over the length of him visible through the cotton of his bottoms. Yet you obliged, crawled into his lap so he curled over you from behind, pressed a delicate greeting into your cheek.

You melted into the touch, breathy and soft, docile in his embrace, smiling at the hum echoed against your skin. 

“You smell lovely.” He whispered against your skin. “Smell like my bed.”

“Where we should be right now.” You returned softly, a hand coming up to graze against his cheek. He caught it, pressed a kiss there too for good measure. Yet he merely hummed in response, not unaware of the suggestion in your voice. 

You thought perhaps that was the end of it, having failed to convince him and surrendering instead to sitting atop him, legs splayed on either side of his thighs, basking in the morning radiance. 

“Come here.” He mumbled into your throat, his hand setting aside the book in his grasp and landing on your thighs, dragging them outwards, wider. You followed the gesture obediently, soft off sleep and guided by his anchoring touch. Ever the mentor, the lantern guiding you. 

It didn’t take long for his fingers to find the core of you, cupping you with a sharp hiss of air as he realized you were bare of everything except his shirt. Yet his chuckle was warm, dripping in sunlight as the rough pads of his fingers circled through your damp folds. 

“Needy this morning, are we?”

You only arched against him with a purr, limbs heavy and sated even hours after last night’s lovemaking. Your answer came only in the gentle rock of your hips against his hand. Insistent, dizzying, desiring and yet gentle in the soft, golden twilight of sunrise. 

A whine crawled from your throat when his touch vanished from you, but Price had shifted, hand descending under your ass to drag the length of him from his sweatpants. Wordlessly, he used the calloused flat of his palm to drag you upwards, thumb smearing under the head of him as he dragged the tip through the slickness of you. 

“John.” You echoed pleadingly, grinding down with a small, testing roll of your hips. 

You felt him smile against your shoulder before he shifted you both, your toes skimming the cold wooden floor as he slotted himself at your entrance. With a firm, throbbing roll of his hips he pushed inside you, still only half hard but warm, full as he stretched into the slicked, velvety embrace of you. 

When you moaned his hand only guided you to his waiting lips, drinking down the breathiness of you, tongue grazing across the plump fullness of your bottom lip. When you rolled your hips downwards, however, sliding him further, deeper, he only broke from you, shaking his head with a gentle little tsk.

“Just stay here for a bit, darling.” He crooned, fingers descending to graze across the junction of your both. “I’ll take care of you in a bit. Just want you in my arms, right here. Want to be inside you.”

You whined a little in protest, to which John only pressed a smiling, teasing kiss on the tip of your nose before reaching for his book once more. Yet deliciously drowsy as you were, full and achingly content with the lingering afterburn of the night prior, you allowed it. Sighing, you reclined into him, head drooping against his shoulder and losing yourself in the dragging scattering of sparks left by his thumb rubbing circles into the meat of your hip.

Sleep beckons at you with a familiar caress, murmuring low and resplendent across your senses. Honey and sunlight, it drips from your form and glosses over your skin, paints you in gauzy, lustrous radiance. You try to chase it, but find yourself instead anchored by John’s touch. Each time you still, head drooping, eyes fluttering, he drags you back with grazing kisses that leave you dizzy in the incandescent aftereffects, drinking down your hypnotic, aching moans and breathy gasps. 

All the while his eyes roam across the book in his grasp, keen, bright eyes taking in every word, every sublime detail even with you splayed drowsy and ductile in his lap. When he offers a lazy, indulgent roll of his hips you whine into him, feeling it spark a brightness inside you that ebbs and flows with every twitch of him, every dragging breath in his chest. 

“John.” You plead, voice hardly a murmur, nose bumping under his jaw. 

He doesn’t respond beyond a small huff, his fingers tapping against your thigh. 

“John.” You repeat a little more insistently this time, shifting and rising, sinking down on him until his hand curls against you, a gentle warning. 

“I’m almost done with this chapter, love.” He returns, but his voice is oozing affection, sweet like the glaze atop the breakfast pastries waiting for you on the kitchen counter, still wrapped in their bakery box. 

“Please.” You try, stretching on your toes so you can graze your teeth up to his ear. 

You feel him suppress a shudder, throat clicking as he swallows. It only makes you smile, the hand on your lap descending to the base of him. His hand stops you, but the touch is indulgent, far from scolding. 

“Impatient.” He tuts, but his voice dips low in his chest with a stifled moan as you grind down atop him. “We may need to revisit our lessons in patience, darling.”

You only hum, the note rising high in your throat until it spills outward as a gasp when he rolls up to meet your downward thrust.

“Need you.” You slur at him, eyes still closed, relishing the tender, glowing pleasure of him that bleeds into you, leaves gold tinting the underside of your skin. 

“I know, love.” He returns, shifting so his lips at last descend to yours. Slow, aching. You’re left delirious by his touch alone, drunk off the taste of him. The flavor curls sweet and cloying across your tongue as it swipes across the front row of his teeth. Syrupy, viscous, it floods outwards when he plants his feet, rolls upwards into the tight, wanting clutch of you. 

You feel him shift, and there’s a telltale rustle as he bookmarks his chapter, sets it aside. He smiled into your kiss, gentle and indulgent despite the sternness of his touch, the guiding firm grasp of his that settles across your hips. When he speaks again you tip your head to catch his words across your tongue, and he chases you downwards into the depths of desire. 

“I know, my darling girl.”

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Let's Play | Steddie x Fem!Reader | 18+

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Warnings: explicit language, daddy kink, perv Eddie, dirty talk, rough sex, oral (male receiving, voyeurism, dom/sub dynamics, some (fake) blood. Sub!Steve and Dom!Eddie

Summary: You are spending some down time at home trying to wait up for your boys. However, a strange phone call leads you to become rather concerned. It's time to play a little game to keep the stranger from on the other side of the line from spilling Steve's guts, all over your porch only to learn it's all part of the game.

It had been a grueling week of exams and mid-terms which had lead to tons of sleepless nights as well as all nighters. Thank goodness it was Friday, and that Steve had been kind enough to drive you home. He was such a golden boy all the girls loved him including you. Some said it was the hair others said it was his charm. Maybe they were right? But to you he was a good friend and no matter how much of crush you developed, it would break that bond. "You okay?" Steve's voice interrupts your thoughts. He had noticed how quiet it was and usually it wasn't on these quite frequent rides home.

Shifting in your seat and leaning against the window in attempt to get comfortable for the long ride ahead. "Uhm, yeah." You reply rubbing at your temples to alleviate the oncoming headache. "Just been thinking about my grades." Steve taps his fingers against the wheel as the radio quietly plays in the background.

"Careful, Y/N. Thinking can be dangerous." He warns earning a giggle from you and he smiles, "I'm serious!" He chuckled as you reach over and gently smack his arm.

"Just focus on the road, Harrington."

"It's hard to focus when there's a pretty girl in my car." He replied with a quick retort. You scoff at such an accusation and turn to look look out the window. "What?" He asks. Most girls would beg at their knees for a chance for Steve 'the hair' Harrington to call them pretty. "Don't believe me?" Steve was shocked that you didn't believe him. He meant it. Unbeknownst to you he had the biggest and dumbest crush on you.

"Its not that I don't believe you, Harrington," You argue, "It's just hard to believe that you think that. I know I'm pretty." He grins at your newfound confidence and nodded in agreement.

"Nice, Y/N." The vehicle comes to slow halt as Steve pulls into your driveway. "But I meant what I said." He re-stated putting the vehicle into park. "You are pretty." Steve cuts the engine and turns his full attention to you.

"Whatever, pretty boy." You tease him back and gather all of your things, reaching over to grab the extra bag in bag in the back. As you do this he gets a perfect view of your ass. Your backside had been on full display, round, and absolutely perfect. He shuts his eyes and turns to look away when you pull back after retrieving the bag from the backseat.

"What?" You huff eyeing a very flustered Steve.

He shakes his head and sighs, "Just, just get out." He muttered and you smile leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. Nothing special just a quick 'thank you' peck. Climbing out of the vehicle you turn your head and smile, "Thanks for the ride, Stevie. Eddie offered to pick me up tomorrow for work so I'll see you then." With that said you shut the door and walk off towards the porch, Steve watching your every move like a hawk.

To save some face Steve speeds off down the road towards his own house. He had some 'problems' he needed to deal with. Damn you. He decided tonight was the night he was going to put his plan int motion.

On the other hand as you made yourself comfortable in your own home the phone rang. Ugh, had Steve forgotten something. He had a habit of leaving stuff in your bag and then calling to say he left said object. It was like he just wanted to hear your voice sometimes.

"Hello, L/N residence may I ask who's calling." You adjust the pitch of your voice in order to appear innocent. There was the sound of heavy breathing through the other line.

"Steve?" You try again forgoing the innocent act.

"Who's Steve?" A voice questions and you take the hint that it's not Steve.

"He's.. He's my boyfriend." You lie. Why were you lying to this stranger let alone speaking to him any longer.

"That's to bad. Would've like to of had my shot." The voice was new and kind of sexy but in a 1980's horror cliché kind of way. You find yourself giggling and getting all giddy.

"Don't know stranger. Steve's a pretty jealous guy." Again another white faced lie. Why put on such an act for someone you didn't know let alone just met.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm." You hum sweetly into the receiver and walk over to the couch taking a seat. Maybe your night would take a turn for the better. There's the sound of shifting on the other end before the voice comes back even more flirtatious than the first time.

"You sure that he'd let you run around the house dressed like that then?" Your heart plummets down in your chest and all fun goes out the window.

"Wha-What did you say?" You ask trying to make sure this was all some sick joke.

"You heard me, Y/N. Does your boyfriend let you parade around in short little shorts and that little see through tank top?" The threat of the of this stranger was now very clear to you. Not only was it not Steve, but he could see you.

"Is this some kind of fucking joke?" You ask completely unaware of how anyone could possibly see you in the safety of your own home.

"Aww, are you scared Y/N?" The voice cooed harshly. Your heart thumps in your chest as each second passes by. "Good, you should be."

You whine and go to check the front door before deciding not to let some pervy asshole get the best of you, "I-I'm hanging up and calling the cops." You declare shutting the blinds and double checking the front door's locks.

"You do that and I'll gut Steve on your back porch and make it look like someone fucking ran a chainsaw through him!" The stranger practically shouts at you through the phone. You let out a horrified sob and turn to face the sliding glass door.

"We're going to play a little game."

"What kind of game?" You sniffle walking over to the door and peering out into the dark, until the lights flicked on outside, There sat Steve. He was duck-taped down to one of the lawn chairs blood trickling down the side of his head. He locked eyes with you and shakes his head. You reach for the door handle, but stop on the stranger's account. "Ah, don't do that. Wouldn't want poor old Steve to get cut from the picture." You bring your hand back and let out a whine.

So torn between telling this guy to 'fuck off' but at the same time didn't want Steve to end up on the six-o-clock news. "Now, this game is simple. You answer and get it right, Steve lives, but if you get it wrong.." The stranger's voice trailed of and you swallow your fear.

"Okay, okay, just fucking ask me the questions." You snap into the phone and grip the item tightly in your right hand. Steve watches from his side of the glass as you battle with the stranger.

"Three questions. One right answer. Genre is Horror." God, you hated those movies. It was just a bunch of chicks running around getting murdered, but yet here you were living a real life scenario.

"First question. What is the name of the infamous killer in Halloween?" Shit. You had just went to see the movie with Eddie weeks ago. "Tick tock, sweetheart." You were so busy in thought the nickname went unnoticed by you.

Oh! It hit you. "Michael! Michael Myers!"

"Correct, looks like poor Steve might make it, after all." You look back at your best friend through the glass and he looked you in the eyes. He had to hold on just a bit longer.

"Next question. What movie did Freddy Kreuger make an appearance?" Shit another movie Eddie took you to. A pattern was beginning to form. Why had all these movies been something your friend practically begged you to go see with him.

"Uhmm… shit." You gasp scurrying to find an answer. Something about a street right? Nightmares? Fuck this was so hard. Nightmare Street? No that sounded fucking stupid. Fear Street. Elm Street. Wait! That was it. "Nightmare on Elm Street!"

"Good, now for the final question." Thank fuck you had made it this far. Steve was not going to die tonight and definitely not before admitting how you felt.

"Who is the original killer in Friday the 13th?" Finally a movie you actually enjoyed.

"His mother. Pamela Voorhees." You reply effortlessly and everything goes quiet. The line goes dead and you drop the phone hurrying to pull open the door and rush to aid Steve. Quick hands carefully rip the duck-tape of his mouth.

"Y/N?" You smile at him and hurriedly move on to undoing the tape wrapped tightly around his wrists. He watches every move you make in freeing him from the chair.

"Steve, as soon as I get this off we have to go inside and call the cops. There was some psycho on the phone asking me questions and… and threatening to kill you." You were so focused on setting him free you hadn't noticed the smirk that flashed across his face. Struggling with the last bit of tape, before just ripping it off you sigh in relief. "There."

Standing up and pulling Steve to his feet and out of the chair it was then you noticed something was off with your friend. "Steve?" He stares down at you practically emotionless. Okay, something was definitely going on. He suddenly reached forward and grabbed you by the waist and oh so effortlessly slings you over his shoulder.

"Steve!" You cried hands going to smack his shoulders, "What the fuck?!" He finally dropped you down on the couch and chuckled.

"Man, you are such a brat." Steve huffed his demeanor going from caring and sweet to sour in an instant, "Isn't that right, Eddie?" You look over your shoulder and find a figure standing their clad in all black robe, a ghost like mask hiding their face, a phone in their other hand.

"Sure is, Harrington." No, it couldn't be.

"Surprise, Y/N." The voice is to altered to be sure, but it's all made clear once the mask is removed. Familiar dark curls spring free and big brown eyes stare back you.

"E-Eddie?"

"God, that was fucking amazing!" he cheered tossing the mask aside and waltzing over to you and Steve. He leans over and gets dangerously close to your face, before turning to Steve.

"And you, pretty boy." His gloved hands grab him by the collar pulling him closer, "Were such a good actor. Had her believing you were in real danger." Their lips were dangerously close. Eddie closed the distance and kissed Steve you onlooking the scene with so many emotions crashing down on you at once.

Steve pulls back and looks up at Eddie longingly, "Good boy." He whispers dangerously low and then turns to you. Steve stands there by Eddie's side as he speaks. "You must be wondering exactly what's going on so I am going to let you in on something. Steve and I have been planning this for month's."

Months?

"Steve and I knew about your little crush on both of us and we thought about how fun it would be to make you ours." You look between the two boys. This wasn't the carefree 'freak' who played DnD and shredded on his guitar. This was a much darker side of him and Steve was feeding off of it.

"Why?"

"Because you belong to us." Steve confirmed earning a chuckle from Eddie.

"And you just had to be a fucking brat." He seethed reaching over and grabbing you by the throat pulling you up to be eye to eye with him.

"E-Eddie please." You whimper softly. Steve steps in behind you keeping you sandwiched between the two.

"Eddie, please." He mocked in your own voice. "Baby, the only thing you are going to be begging for is more."

"I don't understand, Eddie." Your voice is quiet. Every movement by Eddie leaves you on edge and he's eating up like it was his last meal. You played right their hands. The silence is cut short when the metalhead speaks up. Steve paying full attention and hanging on every word that fell from his lips.

"She doesn't understand, she says." Eddie tsks turning his gaze to Steve. The other chuckles at his statement his arms sneaking around your waist as Eddie steps closer his chest pressed flush against your own. "I think you do understand and just don't want to admit it."

Steve's left arm leaves the comfort of your waist to pass an object over to Eddie, something that glinted in the moonlight. He brings the object into your line of sight pressing the tip of the knife to your cheek the metal cool against your skin, letting out a whimper. "She's shaking." Steve comments to which Eddie responds with a chuckle.

"You scared, sweetheart?" He asks guiding the tip of the blade down your cheek and pressing the edge to your throat. One wrong move and you'd be done for.

"He asked a question, angel." Steve is kind enough to remind you.

"Y-Yes." Your response is pathetic really. Voice coming out high-pitched and whiny trying to convey the exact opposite of fear. However, everything was betraying you tonight. Including two people you felt had been friends.

"Good. It's time for another game then." Eddie's brown orbs flick towards Steve who took the hint once he stepped away.

You eye Eddie as he steps back away from you. "W-What kind of game?"

"Oh you will find out soon enough, sweetheart. First we are going to get somewhere more comfortable." Steve releases your waist and Eddie gives you a warning look before taking ahold of your forearm. He presses the knife to your side, the rings digging into the skin and most likely leaving a mark. Eddie practically manhandled you all while Steve stood there waiting. "Up the stairs and no funny business. We plan on fulfilling every desire we've had about this moment so I would not even try it." His voice was gruff and demanding. Something about it sent a very familiar warmth between your thighs.

Glancing back at Steve who followed behind the brunette as he ushered you upstairs. Once they step foot into the room Eddie lets out a chuckle, "So this is it huh?"

"Not what I pictured, Eds. You?"

"No, not at all. Of all the times we've been over none of us had ever stepped foot in this room. Now I see why." Eddie was being condescending about the contents of your room and you were enjoying it. Steve eyes the large bed covered with stuffed animals, ranging from bears, to bunny's, and even a little cat. The room was light in contrast to the boys. Beige walls with a pink carpet, and a huge flower rug laid out on the floor. Eddie shoved you forward towards the bed while Steve took a seat at the small desk in the corner of your room. Being shoved and ordered around was starting to get into your head and so slowly grew your arousal.

"Cute little room, princess." He compliments making your heart flutter, and filling your stomach with unnecessary butterflies.

The warnings from your mother flashed in your mind briefly. 'There's just something about that Munson boy, you should go for Steve, he seems nice.'

"Thank you." Eddie smirks lips curling into a thin smile as he looks past you and at Steve.

"What do you think, pretty boy?"

Steve's own heart jumps at the nickname and he responds. "Perfect room for a princess. But, I cannot help but wonder how many times she's gotten herself all wet and needy on that bed thinking about us." Your cheeks flush at the statement alone knowing full well it had happened way to many times.

Eddie sets the knife down and backs you against the edge of the bed, forcing you to sit down his leg wedged between your own. "Probably more times than she can count. Isn't that right, baby?" Dark brown eyes flick down to eyes you over as your response leaves you.

"Yes, Daddy." Steve sat back in the chair as he watched Eddie take his time warming you up.

"Such good manners." He praises fingers curling around your jaw lifting your gaze to stay on him. "Let's see if we can add to the count. Hmm?" You whimper eyes glancing down at the other hand that finds it's way to the thin waistband on your shorts. The pads of his fingers ghosting over your skin left you breathless.

His fingers easily find their way beneath those pretty lacy panties and to your clit. "Fucking knew it. She's soaked, Harrington."

"She likes it when you boss her around, Munson. She's dirty like that." Steve replied causing a light blush to dust your cheeks as Eddie's fingers work against your lips. He chuckles a breathy moan slips past your parted lips.

"Shit, who knew the prettiest girl in Hawkins was such a slut for the freak and some preppy jock?" You lock eyes with Eddie as he plays with your sensitive little bud drinking up the little moans. Suddenly the pleasure is lost by you as he removes hand and brings his fingers up his lips.

Steve keeps his eyes on Eddie as his fingers press past his lips tasting the slick that coated his fingers. Humming as the sweet taste invaded his senses pulling his finger from his mouth and sighing in content. "Fucking delicious. Harrington, come get a taste." Steve stands up and walks over expecting Eddie to place his fingers past his lips, but instead presses his lips to his. His tongue battles Steve's winning and pressing against his won. The tase of you overwhelming Steve's senses as he moans into the kiss. Eddie pulls back and stares down at his swollen lips swiping his thumb over his bottom lip smiling. "You have such pretty lips, baby boy." Eddie compliments sweetly.

God, they both were pretty. Everything about Eddie was especially attractive, from his big hands, to the tattoos and the rings he kept on each finger. Steve was just naturally a pretty boy, good looks, and perfect hair. The two notice your staring and Eddie chuckles. "Sorry, baby. We need to take care of you huh?" You nod weekly.

"I'm not gonna be gentle, sweetheart I have been waiting months after all." He reminds you. He climbs onto the bed and gently presses your back onto the mattress by your shoulders. "Steve's going to eat that sweet little pussy of yours while you suck my cock." As he speaks Steve is quick to fall to his knees and tugs your shorts down so he can get a full view. Eddie is above you legs on either side of your chest as he unbuckles his belt.

"God, Eds. She's got such a cute little cunt." Steve sighs fishing the panties to the side as his fingers work your sensitive folds. His fingers felt good, but you desperately wanted his mouth. Steve presses a kiss to the sensitive bud awaiting his attention and laps at your folds like a starving man.

Eddie pulls his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his cock a sigh of relief escaping him. His fingers tap your cheek and you look up at the swollen cock before you. "Come on, princess. Open up need to fill up that mouth." You whine in anticipation as his cock stares back at you. Parting your lips the brunettes stuffs your mouth all full with his shaft.

Steve's fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs as Eddie throat fucks you on the bed above him. "F-Fuck. Such a hot little mouth you've got, sweetheart." Eddie gasps hands digging in the pink cotton sheets, beneath you. His hips jerk forward and press his cock further down your throat. He stares down at you eyes dark with desire. You looked so pretty choking on his cock, spit covering his length, and drool dripping down the corners of your mouth surely ruining the man's jeans.

Steve on the other hand was fully diving in to your pussy, tongue diving into your walls, getting ever last drop making your toes curl and knees week. Thank goodness you weren't standing up. The sweet, wet sounds filled the room.

Eddie admired the way his cock disappeared down your throat which each thrust of his hips. "God, you are such a filthy thing." He groaned using one hand to balance himself as the other found it's way to your hair forcing you to take more and more each time. Steve on the other hand was working extra hard to try and get you to cum. He wanted to taste ever last drop of you. He could feel your walls clenching around his tongue and were sure you would cum any second. He pulled away replacing his tongue with his fingers. "Hey, Eds. I think she's getting ready to cum. Her little pussy is tight and completely soaked."

"Fuck, she's a little slut, getting off on completely being filled." Eddie curses picking up the pace brutally throat-fucking you.

"Yeah?" Steve chuckles. "Bet she'll come if we keep telling her how well she's taking us."

Eddie groaned eyes rolling into the back of his head as he gets close to the edge. "Fucking, shit. She is." He sighs lips parted as he moans, "My dirty little girl." His fingers wrap around your throat making your thoughts disappear. A light, fuzzy feeling washes over you at the lack of oxygen. Then you feel it. The pressure in your abdomen is building, the tingly feeling pools in your tummy as Steve works your clit.

"Come on, princess. Go ahead an cum for, Steve, yeah?" The brunette above you encourages and you let out the filthiest moan muffled by the cock stuffing your mouth. Bach arched and whole body shuddering as your first orgasm of the night crashes over you. Eddie smirked down at you, "Good girl." He praises fingers loosening up on your throat. You could tell Eddie was ready to come just by the way his dick was twitching on your tongue. You hummed around him, tongue swirling around the tip bringing him over the edge.

"Holy shit." Steve whispered watching the scene before him unfold. Eddie's head fell back as his lips parted a string of curses flowing from him as he pulled you to the very hilt of his shaft. Your nose filled with the familiar scent of smoke and musk. He came down your throat and held you there until he was done. Steve watches as some of the cum leaks from your lips as Eddie slowly pulls you off his dick. You look up at him and chuckles, "Swallow, baby. Take all of Daddy's cum."

Steve watches as you willfully obey every word. "Open." Eddie demands wanting to check and see if you'd listened. Mouth open tongue hanging out as he tilts your chin to inspect you then lets go shoving your head back into the mattress. "Good fucking girl."

The other is breathless as he watches Eddie climb of the bed cock hanging limp between his leg. "You turn, pretty boy. Let's see how you handle her." You sit up and look between both boys, but Eddie stops you. "One sec, sweetheart." He reaches for the knife a quickly works at cutting away the tank-top you'd been sporting. Oh well, it had already been ruined anyway. He quickly works off your panties and tossed them off to the side leaving you completely bare. Steve walks over to you unbuckling his belt and quickly working his cock out of his jeans.

"Now, Steve. I'm gonna teach you how to properly handle a girl like Y/N." Eddie instructs him as he ushers you off the bed and down to your knees before Steve. He sits comfortably at the edge of your bed and watches his boyfriend stand before you cock standing hard and proud. He reaches into his pocket and fishes out a cigarette lighting it and taking hit. Eddie relishes in the numbing affects as the nicotine rushes through his senses, blowing the smoke through his nose as he locks eyes with Steve. He pushes the butt to the corner of his mouth as he takes a fistful of your hair yanking your head back.

"Fuck, Munson." Steve sighs watching as the other curls his fingers in your hair putting you on full display. Eddie chuckled as he watched Steve's cock twitch at the sight. "You gonna keep starin' pretty boy or you going to fuck her throat?"

Steve whined and pressed the tip of his aching cock to your lips, and you open your mouth taking him down your throat so well. "Take her by the hair, baby boy. It'll help her enjoy the experience." Steve's fingers replace Eddie's grip on your hair and you moan around him as his nails dig into your scalp. Eddie sits back taking another hit of the cigarette in his mouth as he watched, blowing the smoke out into Steve's face chuckling as the boy coughed.

"Come on, Steve. Fuck her throat like you mean it." He ordered hands wandering past your shoulders and down to your exposed breast. Eddie's fingers brush past the sensitive nipples and you cry out around the cock muffling your noises.

"Fuck.." Steve grunted hips thrusting forward at a much harsher pace. His gaze is down on you as his cock fills your mouth, drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. Eddie smirks as he takes on last drag of the cigarette inhaling it through his longs and huffing it out. The smoke surrounds you and Steve and you inhale the scent. You moan around his shaft tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. His hips stutter and he throws his head back, pushing you further down to the hilt of his cock.

"F-Fuck.." He breathes, the scent of smoke and musk filling your senses. His cock twitched in your mouth and Eddie chuckles. He takes the cigarette he was nursing and douses it out on the nightstand. His fingers take each nipple between his fingers and pinch them. Earning another moan from you sending a warmth to your core.

"God, fuck.. Eddie I'm.." Steve huffs getting closer and closer to that edge. You can feel him pulsating against your tongue. Eddie takes notice of the labored breathing as Steve's thrusts become lazy almost slowed. His fingers retreat from your breasts and find their way back to your shoulders.

"You close baby boy?" Eddie questions. Steve locks eyes with him and whimpered.

"Yes." Steve answers pathetically much to Eddie's pleasure.

"You wanna cum, pretty boy? Hmm?" You had never experienced something so erotic as this. You were practically dripping due to the exchange above you. Steve whined knowing full well what the brunette wanted.

"God, Eds. Please let me cum." He begs eyes locking with his dark brown orbs. His cheeks flush a bright pink when Eddie replies.

"Then you better ask me nicely. Let me hear those words, baby." He smirks and Steve whined desperately, but obeyed.

"Please, I've been such a good boy. I've done everything you asked, let me cum." Eddie chuckled reaching forward and prying you off Steve's cock with a loud 'pop' ringing through the room.

"Yeah? You wanna cum?" The brunette asked. Steve nods glancing back at you before turning his eyes back on Eddie.

"Where? My mouth or hers?" Steve's breath hitch's as he thinks it over. As pretty as you would look taking his load. Steve wanted Eddie.

"You, Eds. I want your mouth on my cock." He replies and something about the scene unfolding before you had quite an effect on you. Something about the desperation lacing Steve's words as he begged for Eddie.

The man does not hesitate as he takes your place down on his knees before Steve. Eddie was probably the only guy in the world who could look pretty while sucking another man's cock. He takes the shaft in his hand glistening with your spit and takes the head into his mouth with ease. Your fingers travel down to your soaking clit and begin to rub little circles around the sensitive bud biting your lip as you watch Eddie take Steve's cock like a champ.

"F-Fuck, Eds." He cooed down at the brunette. Eddie bobs his head up it down pumping his cock at the base. Your flingers move faster in rhythm with Eddie's strokes. He hallows out his cheeks and takes Steve all the way down his throat. Steve's head lolls back as his hips stutter forward a grunt escaping his parted lips.

"Fuck, Eddie! I'm--" Eddie swallows every drop of cum, enjoying the taste of it on his tongue and slowly pulls off looking up at Steve through half-lidded eyes. He locks eyes with you and Eddie smirks.

"You liked that princess? Getting off to me making our pretty boy cum down my throat? Hmm?" His tongue darts out to lick his lips as he crawls over to you on all fours. You stop your movements as Eddie reaches down and shoves your hands away. He presses his lips to yours and you can taste Steve's cum mixed with saliva as his tongue pry's at your lips.

His fingers find your entrance and slides two fingers inside making you gasp. Eddie pulls away and chuckles, "We'll have to do this more often princess." He grins watching as you spread your legs wider for him hips rocking down onto his fingers. Basically fucking his fingers like it was his cock.

Eddie chuckled, "Look at her, pretty boy. So desperate to get fucked she's riding my fingers." Steve chuckled taking a seat on the bed as it was his turn to watch Eddie get what he really came here for. You. He had been wanting to fuck you since that first day senior year. Now here he was about to finally get what he'd been wanting.

He shoves you back onto the carpet hissing as your head hit the floor. His fingers still inside you as he crawled over you. "Such a fucking little slut." He hissed at you.

"M'not." You argued meekly reaching up to grip Eddie's forearms. He removes his fingers and you whine. The metalhead chuckles, "Don't worry baby. I'm gonna take care of that pretty little hole." As soon as the world left his lips his cock was filling you up. His arms holding him up as he fucked you on the floor. Steve grips his own cock and strokes it in time with Eddie's thrusts. He was relentless making sure you felt every inch and managing to hit that golden spot each time making you see stars.

"That's it, slut. Fucking take my cock like the greedy princess you are." He grunts making sure you knew how much of a slut you were for them and only them. Steve's grunts filled the background as Eddie practically growled at you. That same feeling from earlier was building up once more and Eddie could feel it.

"Already gunna cum on my cock. Fucking dirty bitch." Eddie sneered hips slapping against your own. You throw your head back moaning, as your walls flutter around his cock, and your second orgasm crashes over you.

"Fuck-Oh, god Eddie!" You cry out nails digging his forearms as he fucks you through your orgasm, Making you ride that high for as long as possible, until his own cock twitched, being completely milked by you and came deep within your cunt.

"That's it, baby. Take it. Fuck." He groans followed by Steve who's cumming in the palm of his hand as he watched Eddie fuck the living daylights out of you.

Eddie sighs completely relieved and totally spent, pulling out of your aching cunt leaving you shuddering. He leans down and kisses your forehead brushing away the stray hairs stuck to your face. "You were such a good girl, baby. So good for me." He kisses your cheeks and helps you climb into his lap letting him hold you whilst Steve takes his leave to go clean himself up.

"Mm, thank you Eddie." He chuckles, "You're welcome princess. But we are seriously going to have to come over more often, I'm already addicted to that little pussy of yours." He whispers earning a hum from you as your eyes flutter shut and his heartbeat lulls you to sleep.

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i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).

given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"—it's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)

but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:

#beepbeep.txt #dungeon meshi #ryoko kui #this is me trying to explain h/ollow knight lore #also yayyyy reading new things. chapter 18 'spring' is basically UFUT if you squint (sorry for the jumpscare if you know UFUT) #but the last two pages were such a surprising gut punch....it's hard not to see it as a metaphor for both the experience of raising childre #and of taking care of your parents in old age....aughh....