Simple Silver - Dark!Stephen Strange X Reader

They do be fixing that boat

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

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

xoxo,

stas

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

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

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

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

Love and thanks! ❤️

the hills | s.h., e.m.

pairing: best friend!steve harrington x fem!reader | boyfriend!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie pops the question about having a threesome, and little do you know, he already has it all planned out.

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI I BEG FR, she/her reader, marijuana use, sex while high, slight dubcon(?), oral (all receiving), dom!eddie, switch!steve, switch!reader, some male on male (kissing, groping), spitting, swallowing, dirty talk, doggy style, biting, hair pulling, spanking, degrading, praise, OVERSTIMULATION, edging, voyeurism, dacryphilia, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex (you know this, don't do it). lmk if i forgot anything!

word count: 4.9k

a/n: i am sweaty, i'm surprised i'm capable of such filth. i have a heavy dacryphilia kink if you all can't tell by now. also, i know the meaning behind the hills - the weeknd does not fit this at all, the beat is just sexy asf. a link to the instrumental is here to listen to while you read. ignore any mistakes my laptop likes to jumble sentences sometimes. anyway, enjoy!

gif not mine

last warning minors pls don't interact.

masterlist

"You can rinse now," Eddie offered after lathering your back with soap, making sure to squeeze your ass a few times in the process. You and Eddie showered together regularly since you spent most nights in his trailer. Eddie loved taking showers with you because he could save water and see you naked. Nearly every time Eddie sees you naked, he acts like it's his first time ever seeing you so vulnerable, admiring your figure completely.

You turned around, facing Eddie with your eyes closed while the water ran down your backside, rinsing the suds off of your gentle skin. Eddie washed himself first many minutes ago so he could tend to you. Pressing his right hand against your hip, his fingers gently digging into your skin to admire your body further, his tongue poking out of his mouth for a moment to lick his lips.

"You know..." he trailed off as you finished rinsing, wiping your eyes to meet his gaze. "I've been thinking."

"About?" you asked, unsure if you should feel concerned or not.

"I've been wanting to... spice things up, you know, in bed," he explained, earning a raised brow from you in amusement.

"How so?" you hummed, a smile spreading across your lips in excitement.

"How would you feel about bringing someone into the mix?" he questioned carefully, not wanting you to take it the wrong way. Your eyes widened at his suggestion. You'd never thought about having a threesome before. Eddie, on the other hand, thought about it consistently. In fact, he knew exactly who he wanted it to be: Steve.

Surprisingly, only Eddie and Robin seemed to notice how much Steve wanted you, and Eddie found him quite attractive. Even if Steve wasn't interested in Eddie, Eddie still wanted to experiment with Steve for you. It was always about you.

Eddie was very honest about his sexuality, especially with your friend group. Robin and Eddie's friendship became stronger when he came out to the group as bisexual, with you by his side to support him. Nancy was supportive as well, reassuring him that she didn't view him differently. Steve made sure that Eddie felt accepted by him, and their relationship grew stronger.

"I mean... I think it could be fun to try," you admitted, bending down to turn the shower off. A wave of relief washed over Eddie since he had already invited Steve over to hang out, to surprise you.

"Really?" Eddie grinned with a cocky smile, reaching for your towel, as well as his, from the towel rack on the wall. You nodded in response before accepting the towel from his hands to dry yourself off. Eddie left the bathroom to get dressed, leaving you in the bathroom alone.

Steve's timing was perfect, inviting himself into the trailer at the same time Eddie finished getting dressed. Eddie was lighting a freshly rolled joint as Steve entered his bedroom, greeting him.

"Hey, Eddie," Steve greeted, kicking his shoes off before making himself comfortable on Eddie's bed to relax since Eddie was sitting on his desk chair. Before Eddie could greet him back after exhaling a puff of smoke, you entered the bedroom with only your towel wrapped around your body to grab fresh clothes.

"Don't smoke it all without me," you whined, referring to the lit joint between Eddie's fingers. "I still need to brush my hair."

"You know I won't, darling," Eddie soothed, leaning back in his chair.

You didn't notice Steve at all as you made your way over to Eddie's dresser, your back turned to him as you grabbed one of Eddie's band shirts and a pair of your underwear. You obviously had clothes there since you spent the night so much, but you still wore Eddie's shirts to bed.

Steve's eyes slightly widened at the sight of you, taking in your appearance. Your hair was still damp, droplets of water streaking down your back. The towel was cheap and not that big, so if you had it an inch higher, he would've seen the bottom of your ass. Oh, your ass. The thought of it nearly made Steve palm his slowly growing bulge, but he quickly regained control of his thoughts before his eyes shifted to Eddie, who was staring at him with an open-mouthed smirk, his tongue in his cheek. Eddie was completely amused seeing Steve already getting weak for you, knowing that he wasn't prepared for what Eddie was about to propose.

Once you were back in the bathroom, not noticing Steve once, Eddie chuckled to himself. This quickly gained Steve's attention, who was about to speak, but Eddie beat him to it.

"You don't have to say anything, Harrington. I'm not blind," Eddie declared with a smirk, taking a drag from his joint.

"What are you talking about?" Steve questioned, playing dumb. He knew Eddie saw the way he was looking at you, becoming nervous.

"Hey, it's cool," Eddie taunted, his smirk never faltering as he raised his hands up in defense, the joint dangling between two fingers on his left hand. "I know my girl is hot."

"I..." Steve attempted to speak, cutting himself off.

"I notice things, Harrington," Eddie advised, standing from his chair to make his way over to the bed. "And you don't need to feel ashamed. In fact, today might be your lucky day."

Eddie finished his sentence as he sat on the edge of his bed beside Steve, who'd moved to sit up with Eddie. "What do you mean by that?" Steve asked, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Eddie's cocky smile grew when Steve didn't attempt to deny his attraction towards you, answering with, "Have you ever imagined doing anything to her? What am I thinking, of course you have. Well let me tell you, her fucking face when she cums--"

Eddie cut himself off, playfully slamming his hand into his own chest, where his heart resided, "It changes you. You'll never want to stop."

Steve's cock twitched at Eddie's words, thinking about all of the possible things he would do to you to see that pretty face of yours while you're withering underneath him.

"Why're you doing this?" Steve asked, understanding that Eddie was fully aware of his attraction towards you.

"I'm not teasing you," Eddie assured, passing the joint to Steve. "I'm preparing you. Do you want to know what she feels like? What she tastes like? She's yours, lover boy." he said, gently squeezing Steve's right knee. Steve's prominent bulge answered Eddie's question in itself. Steve's eyes widened, about to reply as you made your way into the bedroom. Steve quickly folded his hands together and placed them on his crotch, slyly covering it. Both of the boys looked up at you, their conversation being cut short. From what Steve gathered, he had full permission to touch you, if you allowed it.

"Oh hey, Steve," you smiled, standing in front of the two, who were still sitting on the edge of the side of the bed. "I didn't hear you come in."

Clearly.

"Yeah, he just arrived," Eddie replied, grinning up at the other man. Steve playfully rolled his eyes at Eddie, turning to face you to hand you the joint after taking a hit. You thanked him and accepted it with a smile, taking a thick drag as you moved to stand directly in front of Eddie. "And... I think we found the one."

You exhaled the smoke from your lungs, staring down at Eddie, who was smirking over at Steve. You quickly caught on, feeling a twinge in your core at the thought. You were attracted to Steve, you couldn't deny that, which only made it better. Eddie's gaze shifted from Steve to what was right in front of him, your lower half. You weren't wearing the panties you grabbed from the dresser, having ditched them in the bathroom to surprise Eddie, initially. The silence wasn't awkward, mainly because all three of you had plenty on your mind. Eddie slowly ran his right hand up your thigh, underneath your shirt to palm your core, feeling your wetness damp his hand.

"She's ready," Eddie smirked, gently swiping his middle finger up your folds. "Fucking soaking for you, Harrington."

Already feeling high, a soft moan fell from your lips while your eyes fixated on Steve's. Steve was using every ounce of self control to not make a move, shifting in his spot as he held eye contact with you, watching your mouth gape in pleasure from Eddie's teasing finger. You glanced over at Eddie for permission, to which he nodded. You handed Eddie the joint before quickly getting onto the bed, pulling Steve's shoulder so he could follow your movements. You forced Steve onto his back, him gazing up at you in surprise from your needy body language.

"Are you sure about this?" You asked Steve, straddling his lap while grabbing his hands to press them against your hips, tracing gentle patterns into his hands with your thumbs as you held his hands in place. Steve's eyes were wide, dumbfounded that this was actually happening. All Steve could do was nod, and due to his obvious submissiveness at this point, you decided to tease him first.

You guided one of Steve's hands underneath your shirt, shuddering at the gentle touch of his cold fingers when they made contact with the far top of your thighs. Steve grunted, taking control himself to use his right hand to swipe a finger between your folds, wanting to confirm how wet you were. It made sense since you walked into the bedroom prepared to get fucked to begin with.

"You really are soaked," Steve hummed, his tongue poking out of his mouth to glide across his lips, wetting them.

Eddie smiled, crawling over to lay beside you and Steve on your left side, helping you tug your shirt off. You were completely bare underneath, having no reason to put on a bra at bedtime. "Gorgeous, isn't she?"

"Fuck," Steve moaned at the sight of your bare form, nodding as his clothed bulge ached against your core. All submissiveness Steve previously had was gone, grabbing your hips with force. "Sit on my face."

Your lips slightly parted, shocked at his words of order. Steve didn't give you time to answer, his strong grip on your hips aiding him in lifting you up enough for him to slide himself down the bed, his face right below your pussy. Nearly immediately, Steve slammed your hips down, forcing you down his face, causing you to release a loud gasp.

Eddie was chewing his bottom lip, palming himself through his tight skinny jeans as he watched Steve begin to devour you from the inside out. Steve licked a warm stripe between your folds before completely submerging his tongue inside, earning a loud moan from you. The view before him felt like a wet dream, it was the best experience he's had so far, just watching you ride Steve's face as Steve repeatedly poked his tongue inside of you, purposely avoiding your sensitive bud for now, wanting you to control him.

You slipped your fingers through Steve's hair, tightening the strands into your fist as you forced him to rock his head, quite literally face fucking him so he could give attention to your clit, flattening his tongue against it. Steve moaned against you, admiring how good you tasted, sending vibrations throughout your body, earning yet another beautiful moan from you.

"Fuck, keep doing that," you whispered, and Steve didn't hesitate, humming against your sensitive clit. Your body shook involuntarily from the contact, a string of curses falling from your lips. You were so distracted by Steve's skillful tongue that you didn't notice Eddie was now stroking himself, his cock out of the tight restraints of his jeans. You looked over at your boyfriend, moaning even louder than before at the sight of him pleasuring himself, his mouth hanging agape from his self induced pleasure.

You smiled at him cockily with your mouth hanging slightly agape in pleasure, fucking Steve's face with more force, causing Steve's teeth to gently nip your clit. Surprisingly, it felt good. Steve tried to bend his head back to look up at you and make sure you were okay, but was immediately cut off by you yanking his hair toward your cunt, forcing his mouth back on you. A groan from Steve's lips rippled through you from your dominance and he started to buck his hips in the air, craving some sort of physical attention on his throbbing member.

"You like the way his tongue feels, princess?" Eddie cooed, raising his free hand to squeeze your ass, his other hand continuing to slowly jerk himself off. You knew he didn't want you to aid him in pleasuring himself, since he would've been guiding your hand to him by now. He just wanted to watch you with Steve first.

"It feels so fucking good," you responded with a moan. Steve moaned against you in response to your praise and began to use his right thumb to rub gentle circles on your clit. His left hand still gripping your left thigh with such strength you were sure to wake up with fingerprint bruises. You began to feel the oh-so familiar knot begin to wind, insinuating that you were close. How could you not be? The way Steve would swirl his tongue inside you so skillfully like it was nothing was enough.

It was fair to see you all were now very high, the pot settling in enough for your senses and emotions to heighten. The weed made it easier for Steve to get comfortable, that's for sure. With his free hand, Eddie carefully ran his fingers down the side of Steve's thigh, waiting for a protest. When none was given, Eddie slowly trailed his fingers to Steve's tent, gently running his fingers over it. Steve shuddered in anticipation from the contact but never moved away from your pussy, his hooded eyes gazing up at yours. He didn't want to miss your face when you cum, Eddie's voice replaying in his head about how fucking hot you look when you reach your release. You and Steve were definitely having a moment, and Eddie didn't want to interrupt it, admiring it from beside the two of you.

"She's close," Eddie smirked, taking note of your facial expressions as he moved his hand away from Steve's crotch to roll your left nipple between his fingers, twisting it tenderly. Steve grunted in response, wanting to just yank you off of him and throw you underneath him so he could fuck the shit out of you. You threw your head back in pleasure, pretty moans rolling from your lips, feeling your release creeping up on you rapidly.

"Mm-mm," Eddie tsked, reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair, bending your head down to meet Steve's eyes. "Look at him."

Your mouth was hanging open in a beautiful 'o' and your eyes were nearly shut, unable to control them as you felt your climax reaching closer, and closer.

"I'm gonna cum," You admitted, your eyes never leaving Steve's. "I'm gonna fucking cum."

"Cum all over his mouth, babydoll," Eddie ordered in a deep voice, tightly massaging your left breast. "Let him feel you pulse around his tongue."

You followed your boyfriend's orders, your climax striking through you. Eddie was good at eating pussy, but the way Steve gave all of his attention to you, never looking away from you for a split second, it was a newfound satisfaction. Your thighs trembled on the sides of Steve's face, your eyebrows furrowed and raised as you let out the loudest moan yet, cumming on Steve's tongue. Steve felt like he was ready to bust then and there, because Eddie was right, your face when you came was an experience, to say the least.

Eddie grabbed your hips, lifting you off of Steve as you trembled above him. Steve licked his lips, craving the taste of you as you were removed from him. Eddie eased you onto your back, in between him and Steve, so Steve was now on your left side, and Eddie was on your right. Eddie's cock was throbbing, standing on its own even after he quit touching himself to move you.

"What'd I tell you?" Eddie chirped to Steve with a shit-eating grin before looking back down at your shaking form. "We're gonna take good care of you, okay, sweetheart?"

You slowly nodded in response, feeling hazy from your intense orgasm. You couldn't stop panting, feeling exhausted already.

"Steve's gonna fill you up first," Eddie stated with a cocky grin, glancing over at Steve for a quick moment. Steve matched eye contact with Eddie, grasping his bottom lip between his teeth. "And you're going to take me in your mouth. Can you do that, sweetheart?"

You nodded again, unable to get a word out just yet. You were desperate to pleasure both boys, no matter how much it would overstimulate you. You reached over to grab the hem of Steve's jeans, and he helped you unbutton them, sliding them off as well as his briefs shortly after. In the meantime, Eddie rearranged himself so he was sitting on his knees, preparing himself to face fuck you while Steve took you from underneath him. Eddie wrapped his fingers around your neck, forcing your head to the right to look at him.

"So fucking pretty," Eddie muttered, gently tapping the head of his cock against your cheek. Steve's member twitched at the sight of this, and he let out a low groan. Steve pumped himself a few times from beside you before moving to kneel between your legs, one of his hands slipping underneath your right knee to prop your leg up. Eddie grabbed your chin, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb, and you obliged, opening your mouth wide for him and accepting him into your mouth. Just as Eddie completely filled himself in your mouth as far as he could, Steve slid his tip down your wet folds in a single stripe before slowly entering you.

"You feel so fucking good," Steve whimpered, filling you all the way until his hips were flush against the back of your thighs. He grabbed both of your thighs with his hands, his fingers digging into them as he slowly began to thrust. Steve's mouth opened wide in satisfaction as he felt your walls tighten around him from the compliment, and his hand collided with your ass. "Fuck, keep doing that, baby."

"What is she doing?" Eddie asked with a smirk, his fingers entangled in your hair to guide your face as you sucked him off. You obliged Steve's orders and continued to tighten yourself around his cock, causing him to thrust into you more deeply with every pound.

"She's- fuck- clenching around me," Steve uttered through his teeth over the slapping noises of his hips colliding with your skin.

You continued your work on Eddie's member, hallowing your cheeks around him as your tongue danced against his now-wet, velvety skin, moaning against him.

"You love the way Steve's cock feels? Of course you do, fuckin' moaning on my cock," Eddie hummed, bending your head slightly backward so he could see your eyes more clearly. You nodded, gazing up at your boyfriend with doe-eyes as you continued to work your magic. "Fuck, you know what you're doing."

You wished you could make this last forever, the only two boys you're insanely attracted to crumbling from your wet touch. Steve was slamming into you like his life depended on it, indulging in finally being able to show you how much he's been wanting you. Steve and Eddie locked eyes, completely engulfed in pleasure as they admired each other, their mouths agape. Eddie leaned over to wrap his fingers around the nape of Steve's neck, pressing their lips together. Steve instantly kissed him back with a hum, wanting to feel Eddie's lips ever since they started.

Soft grunts were erupting from Eddie as he bucked his hips to meet your head bobs, your warm cheeks and spit nearly throwing him off of the edge. He pulled away from Steve and quickly pulled out of your mouth, not wanting to cum just yet, roughly grasping your chin before leaning down to collide his lips with yours.

"I-I'm gonna cum," Steve warned, looking over at Eddie for further instructions as loose hairs bounced on his forehead with every thrust of his hips.

"Where do you want Steve's cum? Hm?" he hummed, pressing his fingers roughly into your cheeks to separate your jaws, forcing your mouth open so he could spit into it.

You swirled the spit around your mouth before swallowing it, answering, "I-In my mouth," you cried out, feeling the knot tightening in your lower half once again while Steve continued his skillful movements. Each thrust from Steve caused your body to jolt up, Eddie having to hold your face tightly so it wouldn't move with the rest of your body.

"You heard her," Eddie spoke, looking over at Steve. "Give the slut what she wants."

Steve eased himself out of your core, crawling up to lay beside you. You whined from the loss of contact on your cunt despite wanting Steve to cum in your mouth instead. You rolled over onto your stomach, shifting so you could rest between Steve's legs, his cock only inches away from your face. You instantly eased him into your mouth, moaning against his shaft from the taste. Steve threw his head back from the vibration, a throaty moan escaping his mouth. You fastened your pace, wanting Steve to reach his climax before it could disappear.

Eddie made his way to kneel behind you, roughly pulling you up to rest on your knees. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind you against your back. To help stabilize your upper half, Steve wrapped his hands around your face, holding your head up, so all you had to do was bob your head, not having to use extra strength to hold yourself up due to your hands being taken away.

"Just like that, baby," Steve praised, his eyes hooded. "You're doing so good."

The difference between Steve and Eddie in this moment was that Steve loved to praise, and loved receiving it, and Eddie loved degrading you while still making you feel loved.

"I'm-I'm," Steve stammered, using one of his hands to run his fingers through your hair, tightening your strands into his fist. Steve, overwhelmed with the feelings of euphoria, was not able to warn you before hot strings of cum shot to the back of your throat. You continued to suck him off through his orgasm, causing his body to shake uncontrollably. You swallowed, slowly pumping your head to help him ride out his orgasm. Eddie pumped himself before pressing his tip against your folds, teasing your entrance.

"Oh, fuck," You moaned after pulling Steve's out of your mouth, glancing behind you to make eye contact with Eddie. Once your eyes met Eddie's, he forced himself completely into you, your walls wrapping around him tightly, earning another loud moan from you. The force of his thrust caused you to jerk forward, your face nearly smashing into Steve's stomach.

"Move up," Eddie ordered harshly, wrapping his free arm, that wasn't holding your wrists, under your stomach to lift you and force you forward so you were directly above Steve, your face inches above his. Steve's legs were now closed so you and Eddie could straddle them comfortably.

Eddie's grip on your wrists was strong, and hurt a little bit, but it only heightened what you were feeling. Pure bliss. Steve gazed into your eyes as you moaned, your breaths hitting his lips as your mouth hung open involuntarily.

"Does he feel good, baby?" Steve cooed, wrapping his right hand around the backside of your neck, his left hand stabilizing you on the side of your throat.

"Mhm," You moaned, clenching your walls around Eddie.

"Fuck. You dirty bitch," Eddie seethed, harshly slapping your ass with his free hand. The slap caused you to yelp into Steve's mouth, who cooed at you, pressing gentle kisses on your jaw. "She knows how to drive a man crazy," he grunted to Steve.

"Harder," you begged with a choked sob, arching your back to give Eddie a better view of your ass. Eddie slapped it once more, surely leaving a mark. He let go of your wrists to grab your hips and forcefully slam into you at an ungodly pace. Sounds of wet skin slapping together and moans were the only thing filling the room.

"Is this what you want?" he grunted between pants.

"Oh my god, oh my god," was all you were able to cry out, finally able to stabilize yourself with your hands, which you placed on the bed above Steve's shoulders.

"Kiss me," you begged down at Steve, barely above a whisper as you stared into his now soft eyes. Steve obliged, colliding his lips against yours. He felt your wet cheeks caused by your tears of extreme overstimulation throughout the evening, gently swiping your tears with his thumbs as your lips melted on each others.

Eddie felt himself nearing his orgasm, wanting to make sure you came with him, he reached to grab a fist full of your hair, yanking you so your back was flush against his chest. You yelped from the sudden force, arching your back to press your ass deeper into him. Eddie wrapped an arm around your chest, holding you tight against him as he fucked up into you. With Steve, you were completely different. He was soft and you enjoyed dominating him, but when it comes to Eddie, you're a total servant.

"Fuck!" you squealed, feeling your orgasm creeping to the edge. "I'm gonna cum! Please, please--"

"Not yet," Eddie growled in your ear, his gaze moving to meet Steve's. From the sight, Steve was fully prepared to start jacking himself off, and he did, despite just experiencing an intense orgasm. Steve wrapped his hand around his member, slowly pumping the velvety skin while his eyes remained glued on Eddie's. "Steve likes the show. We gotta hold on for him, okay?"

It had to of been at least an hour now of you getting fucked senseless by the two. You felt way more than overstimulated, squealing when Eddie reached down to play with your clit, rubbing flat circles. He was taunting you, knowing you were prepared to cum as soon as you got his permission. With Eddie's free hand, he reached out for Steve's free hand, lacing their fingers together so they could touch each other while the three of you prepared to orgasm in sync.

"I can't hold on much longer," you cried, tears continuing to roll down your cheeks. You felt numb, your skin feeling hot as you tried your best to hold it in. Steve and Eddie's moans were in sync, the two sharing a familiar look, insinuating that they were going to cum.

"Fucking cum. Cum all over me, baby," Eddie ordered. You nearly screamed as you released onto Eddie's cock, your body shaking involuntarily as you threw your head back onto Eddie's shoulder, your mouth wide open.

The sight of Eddie fucking you senseless through your orgasm, as well as your expressions, instantly threw Steve over the edge, and he let out the most beautiful string of moans as hot spurts of cum shot in the air, landing on his fist as he continued to jerk himself. The sight of Steve and feeling you twitch around him brought Eddie to his climax as well, uttering curse words as he shot his load into you. He made sure to push himself completely inside you to avoid any of it slipping out of your cunt as he pumped himself through his high.

All three of you were panting messes, especially you. Eddie eased himself out of your entrance to lay you down on the bed beside Steve, on your back.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Eddie asked, easing himself next to you on your right so you were between the two, knowing that he possibly got too ahead of himself a couple minutes ago.

You slowly nodded, very slowly, barely even nodding from how exhausted you were. Eddie looked up at Steve, who gave him a small smile. The three of you together, it felt... right. That's what the two boys were thinking. You, on the other hand, couldn't think about anything. Your brain was fuzzy, needing a moment to recover. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep without warning.

"I think we drained her battery a little too much," Steve noted, gently rubbing his index finger down your jawline. Eddie glanced from you to Steve, a small smile forming on his lips.

"I know we're a little past the whole 'I know you like my girlfriend' thing... but, we both like you," Eddie admitted, gaining Steve's surprised attention. "A lot. And... if you would like to stick around..."

"You mean..." Steve trailed off, wanting to make sure they were on the same page.

"All three of us. Together," Eddie explained, softly petting your head as his eyes locked with Steve's again.

Steve nodded, "I would love that."

if you would like a part two let me know in the comments or ask box, and lmk what you would like to be added!

You just know he’s checking himself out. Thinking “damn, how good would someone look and feel kneeling in between my legs”. 😏 yes, yes someone would

Oh, yes. Yes. they would. Some...thots under the cut with Steve Rogers. 18+ please and written on my phone...

Daydream

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), blow jobs, Steve Rogers Word Count: Under 500

Do not repost repost to any third party site. Minors DNI.

Steve wouldn’t want to be at the press conference. That’s Tony’s thing, not his. He would rather be in bed with you. At the very least, he’d prefer if you were there with him… right between his legs. In front of everyone.

He could picture it so clearly: You slowly dropping to your knees as you gently push his thighs apart, nuzzling the growing bulge in his pants. Peering up at him through your lashes, you’d wet your lips as you reached for his belt. He wouldn’t stop you from taking him out, his cock hard and ready under your soft touch. The thought of so many people seeing… so many watching… excites him more than he ever imagined. Then again, those people never had the pleasure of feeling your mouth around them. If they had, they’d want everyone to see, too.

You truly look stunning when you’re stuffed full of his cock. But you would tease him at first. Your lips would wrap around the head, almost massaging it with your tongue. You’d moan as the taste of him touches your tongue and it would take all his restraint to not mercilessly fuck your throat right then. He’s a patient man, after all. He can wait a few more seconds.

Once you swallow him down though, his hand meets the back of your head to keep you there. He wants the taste and feel to linger in your mouth and throat. He’s big and it takes a second for you to remember to breathe through your nose. But your eyes are bright and alive with lust and fire as you drag your tongue along the length of him.

He feels you whine around him as he looks down at you, your lips stretched around him. It looks obscene. He shouldn’t fit, but you make him fit. That’s how eager you are to please him.

He thrusts into your hot, wet mouth and the super soldier knows how wet you are. He’s tempted to tear your clothes off so everyone can see how soaked you get just from the feel of his dick. He wants them to know that tight hole belongs to him. They can look, but they’ll never touch.

He chases his release as you bob your head, wanting nothing more than to coat your throat with his seed. He can practically hear you beg around him to finish, to fill you up. He opens his eyes though when he remembers where he is, clearing his throat as he shifts in his chair.

He wonders if anyone can see the tent in his pants. It doesn’t matter though. The moment he gets his hands on you, he’s going to put you on your knees.

But he still needs an audience. He wonders if Bucky wants to watch…

Oops. What have I done?

AHHH EDDIE MUNSON LITERALLY OWNS ME HOLY FUCK

this is a request btw but if you dont wanna this could easily just be us geeking abt this beautiful man

okok sO y/ns like this good girl teachers pet-- pleated skirts and mary janes and all-- with straight a's and she's sent to tutor eddie bc man is failing with a capital F so they're studying in her pink room with a bunch of awesome stuffies (in my head a lot of them are dragons and gargoyles and eddie's nerdy lil heart fricken explodes but this is just me being stupid in love) and he has full intention to do absolutely zERO work

(corruption kink and dom!eddie if you couldn't tell by now jdjjd)

and the whole time he's just teasing her (cough degrading her cough) and flirting with her (cO U G H praising her ahem) and- oops now they're fucking *acts shocked*

fin

(also i'm 19 minors pls away away *sprays you with water*)

oh gosh. This is filth, genuinely. I don't know how I wrote this with a straight face. I need to go to confession or smthn.

content: innocence kink, unprotected sex, creampie, improper use of a study date, I literally never know what to put in this part, not proofread bc I'm lazy

Eddie paced around the delightfully pink room, taking note of how the frilly edge of the bedspread matched the girl spread out on top of it to a tee.

In his dreams this is exactly how her room looked, sans the adorable stuffed animals that even he couldn’t have conjured up in his imagination. He plucked one off the bed, inspecting it carefully as if it were some precious item. "Your room is uh...cute,” he commented.

“Oh jeez. I mean to put those away before you got here.” She shook her head and her bottom lip between her teeth, coaxing the stuffed animal out of his hand and carefully setting it back on the bed.

“I think they’re cute. Didn’t take you for a bat girl though,” he teased, gesturing to her large collection of unorthodox stuffed animals. It was made up of mostly bats, with a few dragons and other miscellaneous fantasy creatures.

“Oh yeah. I wanted to rip the head off of one of them, ya know as a reference to Ozzy Osborne, but my mom said it was too vulgar.”

"You're cute too,” he said confidently. She had noticed the way she looked at him in class and when their teacher paired them together to help get his grade up, he knew it was his chance to make a move.

"Hm?” She hummed.

“You’re cute too. Like the bats.” His voice pitched slightly, still unsure of his actions. She sat on the edge of her bed, blinking up at him with wide sparkling eyes.

She shook her head, looking away and hiding the shy smile on her face. “Oh. I don’t think-“

“Aw. Why are you getting shy on me now?” he teased, cupping her face. His thumb brushed over her lip, pushing its way into her mouth when her lips gaped slightly.

“Mmmm,” she whined around his finger, looking up at him though her fluttering lashes with an innocent and confused gaze.

“Lookit you. All innocent and yet you’re sucking my finger like a-"

She tongued his finger out of her mouth, pushing it away harshly and whining the residual drool off her face. “Eddie. We need to study," she warned.

“Alright, baby. Whatever you want. How about you sit on my lap so we can focus on each other better?” He sat in her bed, back against her headboard. He waited comfortably for her answer.

“O-ok.” She hesitantly straddled his lap, knees shaking to hold her a respectable distance above him.

He gripped her waist, tugging her hips down to meet his so she was resting more comfortably on his lap. “So. Tell me about the Pythagorean theorum.”

“Basically…” She droned on about the sides of a triangle and how they all related to each other. Her voice stuttered slightly when his hands fell from her waist down to her thighs, pushing up her skirt and digging his fingers into the flesh of her legs.

“Mhm, keep going. Did I say you could stop?” he asked, his voice innocent enough but he was clearly mocking her.

“Why is your lap so hard?” She questioned, hips stuttering and involuntarily rubbing against him.

“Because someone is soaking right though their panties onto my cock,” he chastised, running two fingers over the seam of her and feeling the wetness seep through.

“I didn’t mean-“ she started to apologize but she was quickly interrupted.

"If you're gonna get them all wet, you don't really need them do you?" he asked, hooking his fingers into the band and tugging it back. The fabric snapped back against her skin, causing a whimper to leave her lips.

"Uh, no. I guess not," she replied slowly. Before she could finish he was already prying the underwear off her body, gently sliding them down her legs.

She whined when she pressed her uncovered cunt back to the denim of his jeans. His arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her tightly to him but stilling any motion she could have made with her hips.

“Aw, none of that. Do you want me to help?” He asked, slipping one hand down to grip her ass and squeeze.

“You’re gonna make me feel better?” she whimpered, a pleading look in her eyes.

He could already feel her wetness dripping onto his lap, easily sliding two fingers into her. “Yeah. I’m gonna make you feel so good," he cooed, curling them against her walls. A smooth metal ring bumped against her clit, sending a shiver though her body.

He teased his fingers in and out of her, revealing in the way her body shook violently against him. "Pleeeease," she whined, grinding herself down on his digits when he stopped moving.

"This isn't enough for your greedy pussy?" She didn't respond, instead wailing against the skin of his neck, drool dripping from her mouth against him.

"More." She rolled her hips, seeking out friction from his unmoving fingers.

"Alright. Alright." He slipped his fingers out, making quick work of unzipping his pants and tugging his boxers over his hard cock. The appendage slapped against his stomach, angry reddened tip already leaking with pre-cum.

"Oh. It's pink!" she yelped, fingers ghosting over the shaft as she examined it.

"Y-yep," he gasped when she wrapped her fingers around it finally.

She giggled when it twitched against her soft palm, lazily jerking him off and watching the way he reacted.

"You want me to put it in?" he asked, peeling her fingers away and replacing them with his own.

She nodded, lifting her hips so he could run the head of him against the silky wet folds of her cunt. He rubbed the tip around her bundle of nerves, giving an adequate amount of time for her to get desperate.

Finally he settled inside her, bottoming out with only a little pain. He stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the stretch. By the time he started to gently thrust his hips, her pussy was already drooling around him.

Her legs were shaking, doing no favors In helping her fuck herself on his cock. His hips thrusting up into her were doing most of the work along with his hands cupping her waist and sliding her over him like a pocket pussy.

It was only minutes before she was spasming around him, one hand tangled in his hair while the other was clawing at the neck of his shirt.

"S'good," he slurred, cum spilling inside of her at the same time as she convulsed in pleasure.

"mmmMMm," she moaned, slumping against him, exhausted and drowsy.

"Was that good?" he asked, far too shy for their current situation. Both of their laps were sopping with their combined fluids before he even pulled out.

"Yeah," she murmured, nuzzling her head against his chest affectionally.

"I still don't know the pythagorean theorem," he joked, giving her a little kiss on the forehead. A bit of affection exchanged before he got up to clean them both off.

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ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ

“My church offers no absolutes He tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom’ The only Heaven I’ll be sent to Is when I’m alone with you”

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Laito Sakamaki, Female Reader ɢᴇɴʀᴇ/ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ: nsfw. 18+ only. ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.6k ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ＤＡＲＫ ＣＯＮＴＥＮＴ ＡＨＥＡＤ！ (If you are not comfortable with this please do not read) NSFW Minors DNI, Rape/Noncon, dubcon, bloodplay, sacrilege, degradation, power difference, dacryphilia, biting, begging, sub!reader, dom!Laito ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: This is my first smut ever so hopefully it isn’t too low quality :) I’m really going to hell after writing this one lol.

The Church. A place of joy, forgiveness, and love. A place you held dear. A place where you came to worship. After all, when your heart was heavy and your burdens spilled over, you could always pray. Pray to someone who would listen, who would understand, and who would always forgive your innocent sins in the end. However your reason for your visit was less than a joyous occasion. You needed to ask for forgiveness, for reconciliation, for the darkness which tore at your fragile heart. That man. If you could even call him such a thing has been tormenting you endlessly. Holding such a suffocating grip on your mind and spirit. The things he says, the things he does are vile, evil, yet you always end up craving more. His words are laced with sweet honey, charming and tempting, but you know it’s only to lure you in. Regardless, you cannot get them out of your head. Which is why you kneel before the altar. Asking your god for forgiveness.  “God please. I don’t know what to do. Please. Please protect me.” A laugh echoed behind you, bouncing from the empty stone walls of the church. You turned your head sharply towards the entrance of the church, startled by the sudden intrusion.  “Well, it seems little bitch came here to pray! How cute,” Laito mused. His form rose from the mass of wooden pews lit only by the dim moonlight filtering in through stained glass windows. He proceeded forward, steps muffled by the carpet leading towards the altar.“You do know however there is already someone watching over you.” He pointed upwards. A bat hanging languidly from the archway in the ceiling gazed curiously at your still kneeling form. Laito laughed once more, “Silly little bitch, thinking she can run away. I have my familiars to keep an eye on you at all times. They promised to tell me your every move.” “S-since when?” You rose cautiously facing the man.  “Oh dear, your cute little face is all red. Did my familiars catch you doing something you didn’t wish to be seen?” “Don’t say such things!” You exclaimed. “Oh, there’s no need to be ashamed! After all, I know what a naughty little girl my Bitch-chan is,” He laughed. “I- I just came here to pray! Is there something so wrong with that?” You spat out. “Oh my little Bitch-chan is feisty today,” Laito chuckled before dropping his tone, “I do know why you’re truly here though.” “And why is that?” You asked. “To repent. For all of those dirty thoughts you’ve been having,” Laito approached until he was standing directly in front of you. He leaned down, breath tickling your ear and sending bolts of electricity shooting down your spine. “I know how much you just love when I tease you. You think it’s so wrong to give into your desires. There’s nothing to be ashamed about Bitch-chan. After all, I want to uncover all of those secret little places you keep hidden from me.” His arm snaked around your waist pulling you taught against him. Your arms pushed against his lean yet firm chest.  “L-Laito stop! I have no idea what you’re talking about now, please just let go!” You said, your confidence quickly wearing thin.  “Playing dumb are we? I have no business with you. I want to hear from that lustful, greedy little girl you keep hidden inside,” He spoke, words dripping with desire. He pushed you down onto the altar with ease, pinning your hands above your head with just one hand. You kicked and struggled, trying desperately to wiggle free. His crushing grip on your wrists pinned above your head grew stronger, threatening to break your delicate bones. “Now, now Bitch-chan. Struggling is only going to make it harder for you. Why don’t you just give in, hmmm?” He asked, sounding like less than a plea but more of a demand.  “Laito please! Why are you doing this to me!” Your words came out almost as a broken sob. Your resolve crumbling under his suffocating strength.  “Why am I doing this? How cute. I’m doing this because I want to, because I simply can’t resist this cute little girl below me.” He laughed still leaning over your struggling form beneath him. “Now, let me let you in on a little secret. But you have to stay still for me, Got that?” he asked.You stopped your squirming and looked him in the eyes. “Do you truly believe in God?”  “Y-yes, Yes I do. But why is that even important?” you asked, trying desperately to hide the fear welling up within you.  “Oh no Bitch-chan I believe I’m asking the questions here.” Laito spoke, leaning in closer, breath fanning against your neck, “Do you truly think he is going to save you?” “Yes! No matter what you say I believe in him,” you spoke back, slight defiance still shining in your eyes. “Awww how cute. You truly think that God would ever want to forgive you? A lost little lamb just begging to be defiled by me. He’s just an illusion created by those who think they have a higher purpose than they truly do.” He paused, smiling down at you. However his smile held no warmth, just a sick, sadistic smirk laden with desire. “Your only purpose here, little bitch, is to give me your blood. You’ll see that the faster you choose to accept that, the gentler I will be.” “I will never submit to you,” you spat again venom in your tone. “Ohh what a naughty little girl,” he smirked, “I’m going to have such fun with you tonight.” He let go of your wrists. But in your second of freedom, a crushing weight was applied to your hip. One hand held your hip firmly in place on the altar while his other slowly lifted your leg. He leaned over, situated between your shivering thighs. “Now for that secret I promised, after all I never lie to my Bitch-chan,” he chuckled, “You were given to us. As a sacrifice. A meaningless little bride, given just to appease us. It’s cute how you think so highly of yourself Bitch-chan.”  “That’s not true! I’m not just a sacrifice to you!” You exclaimed. “Oh but you are. And on top of that would you like to know who gave you to us? Hmmm?” You stayed silent. “This very church you hold such faith in,” Laito continued. “The-they would never,” You protested.  “They did, Bitch-chan. Raised your whole life just to think you were born for something so great. When all you really are is a glorified little sacrifice, waiting to die like the rest of them,” he stated these last words matter of factly. Seemingly content with his words. Hot tears threatened to slip from your eyes.  “It’s not true! It’s not.” You gasped, unable to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. “Now now Bitch-chan. It’s okay. I know the truth hurts. Allow me to help you,” He smiled, bringing his mouth closer to your inner thigh. “Such a sweet scent. Mmm I just can’t wait to see if you taste as good as you smell Bitch-chan.” Unable to process his words you lay still, tears pooling from the corner of your eyes. Small hiccups echoed over the empty expanse of the room. Without warning he bit down. Fangs sinking into the plush softness of your thigh. You winced, a small squeal bubbling from your throat. The pain was sharp, almost burning. He moaned against your thigh, sucking the dark crimson liquid from beneath your skin. He pulled away. Rivulets of your own blood dripping down his chin. You couldn’t bear to look at the sight any longer.  You turned your head to the side.  “Oh my, poor little thing. Did that hurt?” He asked with fake concern. You nodded, face wet with tears.  “Then why don’t I just do that again.” He licked over his previous puncture wound, moving his open mouth slightly over before biting down again. Even harder this time. A small shriek spilled out. You tried kicking your leg against the burning pain but he kept it firmly hooked over his shoulder. You could hear the soft gulps of Laito drinking your blood. That horrible noise then persisted even after the initial sting subsided. He pulled away once more, wiping the blood from his chin. He raised himself up, straddling you beneath him. “Oh don’t cry now Bitch-chan. That couldn’t have hurt that badly. We are just getting started now.” He lowered his head to lick the salty tears from your cheeks. “Look at you, red faced and teary eyed and all I did was have a little taste of that sweet blood you keep to yourself. I could just bathe you in it, but no I’m being quite merciful to my little bitch right now. The least you could do is tell me where you want it next.” You turned your face to stare him in the eyes. No hint of remorse remained, just pure greed and self satisfaction swam behind his emerald green eyes.  “I- I don’t want it anywhere! Stop!” you tried kicking again but he had your body caged beneath his.  “Hmmm I suppose I’ll start from the top and work my way down then”  His slender fingers undid your uniform bow and slowly unbuttoned your shirt. You tried to offer resistance but his strength was simply too much. You soon found yourself completely exposed to his predatory gaze besides your undergarments which still protected what little modesty you had left.  “Awwww Bitch-chan you wore pink just for me? I’m so flattered. I knew you’ve been wanting this all along” He snickered pausing his movements.  “Laito! Please stop!” You tried squirming again but it was simply no use.  He raised your shaking form slightly and looped his arm around your back. Laito’s cold, slender fingers unclasped your bra. Your hands flew up to stop the delicate straps from falling past your shoulders.  “Ah ah ah,” He taunted, “We won’t be needing this anymore.” In a single movement he ripped your bra away from your body, your desperate grip on it was of no comparison as he flung it into the dark corners of the room. Out of sight. You whimpered, still trying to cover your breasts from his view. Laito took your wrists back into his hand and pinned your back flush against the altar once more. “While I very much appreciate you dressing up all cute for me Bitch-chan, I much prefer this view.” He leaned in closer, trailing soft kisses down your collarbone to your exposed breasts. You whimpered from the sensitivity of his hot mouth against your hardened nipples. “Already this sensitive and I’ve hardly touched you… Let’s try going a little lower hmm” Laito hummed, releasing your wrists while kissing lower, down your stomach, stopping right above the waistband of your panties.  “Lets see how wet my little bitch is,” He laughed sliding a long digit across your clothed sex purposely nudging your sensitive clit. You let out a small whine and tried to pull yourself away. “My baby is wet for me. What a little slut.” He chuckled darkly, “Why don’t I have a taste of my sweet girl.” Laito leaned his face closer to your pussy, his breath causing shivers to run down your spine. He placed a kiss over your panties letting out an exaggerated moan. It reverberated through your core causing you to instinctively squeeze your thighs together tightly around his head. Laito’s hands came to your thighs, pulling them apart. “It’s a little too late to be ashamed now baby,” he cooed with a purr in his voice.  With a rip your panties too were cast into the suffocating darkness that surrounded the altar. Your unclothed sex lay bare to him. The dark, damp air felt cool. You shivered, unable to close your thighs again. You felt so vulnerable and exposed. His hungry gaze devoid of mercy, only pure desire remained. Without words he licked a stripe up your sensitive folds, causing a high pitched whine to spill out. “Oh you just taste so sweet little bitch. You truly love to tempt me, don’t you?” He spoke. He flattened his tongue against your clit. You desperately thrashed trying to free yourself from the onslaught of pleasure. His hold on your legs only tightened pulling you even closer to his face. Small moans from his mouth reverberated, adding more unbearable pleasure.  “Please, please stop,” you sobbed, your hands curling into fists on the cold, hard altar.  You weren’t sure how much more you could take.  “Laito please!” you begged for him to release you. Your sobbing pleas fell upon deaf ears. He continued, lapping against your core at a steady rhythm. Choked sobs echoed from your throat and dissipated against the high arched ceilings of the church. His sharp nails dug into your thighs as he held you against his cruel tongue. You could feel blood being drawn from his harsh grip. The pressure between your legs continued to build as you searched for something, anything to hold onto. You gripped hard on the sides of the stone altar, your knuckles turning white as your release came. You cried out in what you couldn’t tell was pleasure or fear. Finally, Laito removed himself from between your legs, still holding your thighs apart. You glanced upwards through teary eyes. Your juices glistened against his pale skin. You were disgusted, horrified, shame welling up within you. He climbed upwards, caging your fragile form under his own once more.  “Come, taste yourself little bitch. You taste so sweet, it’s intoxicating.” His words dripped like sweet honey as he forced your mouth open and slid his hot tongue in. You were quite literally being suffocated. He tasted musky, your arousal that coated his tongue now on yours. His kiss drowned you, you pushed against him with your hands trying to breathe, but the kiss only deepened. Laito broke the kiss with a moan, something hard ground against your upper thigh and you wiggled your hips trying to get away. “You want this don’t you? Naughty little thing,” he laughed, “Here’s the thing with girls like you. You pretend to be so innocent, so naive, but deep down you’re just a dirty little whore. Searching to be brought out.” “That’s- that’s not true, please stop-p,” You wailed, hot, salty tears flowing down your reddened cheeks.  “Shhh… It’s much too late to get away now little bitch,” He let out a playful laugh.  You heard the sound of a zipper and the moving of material. You were a sobbing mess now pushing harshly against him. He paid no heed to your violent struggles as you felt something hard pressing against your opening. He forced your wrists down against the cold altar, wrapped in his crushing hold again.  “L-Laito… I don’t- I don’t want-” You began. “Nfu~ How adorable little bitch, now fall into the depths of hell with me.” He spoke, his final words enunciated by a sharp thrust. You felt a burning stretch as your tight hole struggled to accommodate his girth. He let out a soft moan above you, his pupils blown wide with pure lust. “My Little Bitch is so tight for me, I simply can’t hold back any longer,” Laito gasped, senses overcome by hunger.  His cock receded from your depths, covered in your shameful slick only to bully its way back into you. Over and over, hitting a spot deep inside. Causing your legs to tighten around his hips which pistoned into you at a steady, brutal pace.  “Does that feel good baby? Having me ravage this pretty little cunt?” He asked, never slowing his agonizing pace. All you could do was whine, struggling to think of anything but the intense pleasure filling your senses.  “See? You were whining and begging for me to stop, but I think my little girl is enjoying this, isn’t she?” he grunted staring into your teary eyes. You turned your face away from his sharp gaze, trying to hide your flustered expression. One of his hands left your wrist, grabbing your jaw forcefully. Your head was turned so that you could only stare into his eyes now, the grip on your jaw unwavering. “I want to see those cute expressions, little bitch, don’t hide them from me. I want you to see exactly who’s making you feel this good,” He spoke, shamelessly letting his moans echo through the large space surrounding your forms.  You could feel a knot begin to tighten inside of you, its feeling becoming unbearable as it built its way up. Your legs began to quiver as your quiet whines grew louder into broken sobbing moans. In one last attempt you struggled to push your palms against his chest to slow his movements but to no avail. He seemed unbothered by your struggles, only chuckling in response to your feeble escape attempt. “You’re close, I can feel it Bitch-chan, but you don’t get to cum. Not just yet,” He panted, still hungrily eyeing your body beneath his own, “You haven’t earned it yet for resisting me this much. If you had learned to be honest with yourself, I’d be much more caring. So now you’re going to beg.”  You sniffled, holding back more tears. There’s no way you could do this. Shame rose like bile in your throat at the thought. However you simply could not endure the pleasure any longer. And so your delicate, glass mask of resolve cracked.  And you cried out, “Please Laito, please let me cum! I’m sorry- Im sorry!” He stared down in pleasure and amusement, “What a lewd little bitch, since you asked so nicely I suppose you can.” His thrusts grew harder as he slammed his cock violently into your fluttering walls. “Come for me, I know you can you dirty little slut,” He moaned wantonly. Suddenly the knot snapped, that invisible buildup inevitably peaked and you convulsed crying out in pure ecstasy. Your walls clamped down around his cock which only spurred his movements further, he fucked you through your orgasm as you clawed desperately at his back. You quickly became overstimulated, whines now louder, pleading for him to stop. But he continued regardless until you felt his thrusts become sloppy and unsynchronized. His pants and moans became more frequent as he gasped out, “I love you Little Bitch.” His head lowered until his lips pressed themselves against your exposed neck. He bit down hard, fangs penetrating through your skin and his lustful moans muffled against your throat. Laito’s hips stuttered. The pain of his sharp fangs mixed with his now erratic thrusts caused you to clench down once more, the release causing your walls to milk his cock as his seed spilled inside of you. You both stayed like this for some time. His fangs withdrew from your neck. Two thin streams of rich, dark blood trickled down entwining with one another. You still lay staring straight up, past Laito and to the intricate carvings on the ceiling. However, he didn’t seem nearly finished with you yet. He withdrew his cock from you only to slam it back into your clenching walls. He had hardened once more. “Oh Little Bitch, we aren’t nearly done yet. The moon is still out and I do feel quite thirsty again. After all, it is a full moon and we dwellers of the night tend to require a bit more to satisfy our urges,” A laugh resounded from his chest, louder than what you had heard before, “So stay still and don’t move too much, okay? We still have all night to enjoy ourselves~” … The night was as cruelly long. The pleasure, the pain, the fear, and the shame had turned into numbness. You could hardly feel his brutal thrusts nor the sharp sting of fangs entering your supple flesh over and over again. You could blame the detached empty feeling on blood loss or anemia maybe, but those internal excuses would only cover the truth. You were nothing more than a sacrifice laying naked and broken on the altar surface. By the time the morning light had come and dawn staked its claim over the land, you were completely and utterly alone. Golden rays of sunlight filtered its way through the cracked and dusty stained glass windows. Once holding beautiful depictions of angels rejoicing now looked like nothing but lies and empty promises. Just like the love he declared over and over again as he claimed your body. The sunlight which tangled its rays over your naked, marked flesh held no warmth. Your place of forgiveness tainted black by a carnal sin. You didn’t ask to fall from grace, you had begged for it. Begged a man, no, begged a devil to continue to ravage your innocence until nothing remained. Shame clouded your heart which still weighed heavy with your sin. Could God ever forgive you now?

If you’re still doing the prompt list requests, could I ask for yandere Tamaki with noncon and oh please stop crying, I just couldn’t stop myself? Especially if he’s had her kidnapped for awhile but she’s still terrified of him. Your writing is awesome, btw, I hope you’re having a great day! :)

A poor skittish darling, who wants to be better, but just can't.

Couldn't Stop Myself

TW: Noncon, Smut, Past Kidnapping, Crying/Dacryphilia-ish, Female Reader, Aged Up!

Crying was all you did nowadays. It didn't matter if he was there or not, you still cried. Even if he was doing something as simple as bringing you food. It all felt like hell. As if just being around him was torture, and it was. He had done so much to you, kidnapped you, locked you away. He was your prison guard and nothing more in your eyes.

Tamaki tried to be nice. Tried to be gentle and sweet, but your affection back never came. Weeks after weeks you still cried when he entered the same room as you. Only getting a tiny bit better after all this time. It wasn’t enough though. He wanted more, it was only right. You two were a couple, couples were supposed to kiss and cuddle. Smile around each other, but you never did. You just cried. Tamaki wanted to be with you normally. If he was honest, he was getting annoyed. At himself and you. He swore he was doing everything right. Letting you adjust on your own. He knows maybe kidnapping wasn’t the best option, but he had to. There was so much wrong in the world. Danger everywhere, he had to protect you. It was a wrong that could be ignored, a wrong for a greater cause.

He got you flowers almost every day, got you gifts that he knew you would like. Always let you pick the movie on movie nights. Doing anything he thought would make you happy, things he read about in those couple magazines. Tamaki tried to get you to warm up. To make you smile with him, yet the most you gave was a smirk when he made a joke.

Finally, he broke, it wasn’t his fault. You looked so sweet sitting on the couch in one of the dresses he got you. So sweet and cute. It was foolish to think he could control himself. You were happy with his gift, actually enjoying them. It was the thing that broke the damn. He greeted you and then rushed to you. You flinched when he sat down so close. Stroking your check before planting a kiss on both of them. It was obvious you didn’t want it. Allowing him to kiss you had different meanings for the two of you. For Tamaki, it meant you were loving him back now. That you were okay with everything now, wanting him the same way he wanted you. While for you it had a different motive. The idea of acceptance had only just started to enter your head. You still despised his affection, wanting him to just leave you alone, but you knew it was better this way. Let him have a small piece of affection so it doesn't snowball into him wanting more later tonight. Tamaki didn’t realize that or didn’t care. Didn’t bother to go in slowly. No, he was an all or nothing guy. This was the most he had ever been allowed to touch you, he never realized just how badly he needed it, until now.

“You look so pretty baby.”

He kept peppering kisses on your cheek. His hands held your face still, while you tried to move. You weren't ready for this, all of this was now becoming too much. But Tamaki was a greedy lover. Especially when he had been denied something he craved for so long.

“N-no A-Amajiki-"

“Shh sweetie, it’s okay. I’m just so happy baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

There was nothing you could do as Tamaki pushed you down on the couch. The tears began to fall hoping that would make him stop, but it didn’t. They never did. Sorry's and pleas fell from his lips as he continued. Along with sweet words, trying to get you to stop crying, to enjoy it too. His hands brushed over your body. Feeling under the dress. His lips staying on yours. His kisses were sloppy and hungry. Eager and demanding. The smile that spread on his face just couldn’t be helped. This was something he had wanted for so long. You had hoped it would never come this far. That he would either give up eventually and let you go when he realized you weren't playing his game. Or he would at least wait until you asked for it. For so long you thought he would choose one of those options, but now your hope was lost.

This was a different side to Tamaki. Before he had been rather kind for someone who had kidnapped you. Caring even in his own odd way. Always stopped when your tears became too much. This time, however, he didn’t stop. Even as your and his cheeks were wet with your tears. You could barely breathe. Whimpering between kisses for him to stop. All you received was him hushing you, trying to calm you down between kisses. It didn’t work.

“Please sweetie, hush. I-I won't hurt you. I promise.”

Tamaki's hands kept wandering your body. Though he pulled away from your lips. Looking at you, wiping away your tears. He wanted this so much, had been dreaming of this since he first saw you. But you looked at him terrified. Wanting this to end. Your dress was pulled up, allowing him to see the cute set of underwear you had. Lacy and sweet. He loved these on you. You just looked so sweet like this, laying under him in this little outfit. How could he ever stop himself? After all, you were his.

He leaned back and begin to shed his outfit, but by the time he was working on his pants. He got impatient. Needing you right then and there. His pants barely came down below his hips. Quickly getting between your legs again. There was no moving away from him, that was a lesson learned long ago. Usually, your tears had deterred him from trying to get more from you than just touching and kisses. Now though, it was clear your tears weren't working as they typically did. Seeing you now, under him crying, it did something to him.

“Oh, please stop crying, I just couldn’t stop myself?”

You tried to stop the tears from falling. While he used his thumb to rub them away. Tamaki was settling himself between your legs. Pushing your underwear to the side. Letting his fingers slide past your lips. It was hard for you to ignore him. Hard to pretend it didn’t feel good. Having his finger rub against your clit. Once he heard a gasp from you, he let himself go. Focusing on your clit to get more out of you. You looked so lovely like this. Laying there and whimpering for him.

“N-No stop. T-too much!”

“Shh, I’ll go slow baby. I-I promise.”

His fingers circled your clit. He knew you couldn’t fight off the pleasure building. There was no stopping it. The knot began to form in your stomach. His fingers were making you feel so good. It wasn’t fair, all you could do is lay there, cry and moan for him.

Tamaki couldn’t help, but smile. Here you were, finally wanting him as much as he wanted you. This was driving him crazy. He needed you, needed to be in you, needed to hear you moan his name as you finished on his fingers. Working your clit as he slid in a finger. Slowly pumping it until you were grinding against him. You were enjoying yourself, enjoying how he made you feel. His fingers were bringing you closer and closer. Finally, you snapped and grabbed onto his arm. Needing something to centre yourself. Looking into your eyes. Tamaki was revelling in how they were clouded. You were out of it. He had done this to you.

“See, was that so hard.”

Tamaki leant down and kissed your temple before lining himself up. He needed to be in you at this moment. He had waited long enough, this was something he had thought about for so long. Lining himself and pushing in slowly. It took everything in him to not just push all the way in. He needed to take his time with you, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“That’s it, I promise I’ll be slow-you feel so good baby. S-so tight.”

He was finally fully in. Resting for a moment, letting you adjust, letting himself calm down. Your moans were soft and sweet. They were addicting, knowing he was causing them. That he was the one right now in you while you laid there. To him, you were letting him have you. As if this was your idea and not his.

His thrust began to speed up, and his control began to slip. He needed this. Wanted you so badly, wanted to fuck you, to cum in you. Your moans were being drowned out by his whimpering.

“Please baby, I need you. I need you so badly.” He was a stuttering mess. “Fuck, I-I can't s-stop.”

While your face was a mess, covered in tears. He was a mess with pleasure. His thrust sped up. His control was gone now. He needed everything you had to offer. Everything he could get his hands on. Tamaki buried his head between your shoulder and neck. Trying to muffle his sounds. His pleas and cried for more. His apologies and excuses.

“A-Amajiki, no please. Too much. Too m-much.”

“No, no. Not enough.”

He was close, wanting nothing more than to have you filled by him. It was a sudden urge, he needed to finish in you. Like it was some way to claim you. He knew there would be consequences. That you could get pregnant and you weren't ready for that. It was too early, but hell to it. He needed this, and he believed so did you. You would understand your place with him then.

“I’m c-close.”

The words could barely come out. His ability to make sense was slipping away every second he got closer. His thrusts were hard and fast. Chasing his own high. His arms wrapped around you harder while he buried his head further. Giving one last thrust before he spilt into you. Finally, stilling. Tamaki was in pure bliss. Everything he wanted just happened. It was a shame you were still crying. Trying to muffle your whimpers. It was an odd feeling, almost like you didn’t want to ruin his moment. Finally, looking up at you, he gave you a shy smile.

“I’m sorry baby. I, uh, I just got excited. I’ll be better next time.” He pushed himself up, laying gentle kissed on your face. “I love you so much. Y-you know t-that right?”

There was nothing you could do, but nod. Tamaki was a monster in a way, but one who loved you. One who kept you away from the other monsters. Just to keep his own claws on you.

A Perfect Fit

Mobster! Bucky Barnes x Reader

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

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

Word count: 4k

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

Main Masterlist  // Library

♦ DARK. EXPLICIT. 18+. You’re responsible for the media you choose to consume ♦

Today is slow.

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

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SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK. + EDDIE MUNSON

m.list / nav. / kofi. / discord. summary. you devise a plan to confess your feelings for your best friend Eddie, and things quickly escalate beyond your expectations. author’s note. just started watching S4 and haven’t even finished it, already drooling over Eddie. ya’ll know I love my awkward men with long hair my god he is so fine. everyone thank Bee below for proofreading <3

[ ❥ ] pairing. eddie munson x reader

[❥]wordcount. 3.3k

[ ❥ ] genre. 18+, pwp

[❥]warnings.no S4 spoilers, best friends to lovers, language, mature theme, slight drug usage, pet names, begging, body worship, whimpering, oral (f), thigh fetish, boob sucking, save a horse ride a cowboy, bottom eddie, slight sub/dom, protected sex, me not knowing how DND works

You and Eddie had been friends since the start of high school. You were there for the weird shaved head phase and stood directly right next to him the moment he developed his everlasting smitten crush on Chrissy Cunningham. Alas, you were the first girl to ever actually talk to him, the first friend, and at the moment, his only best friend.

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