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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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maybe some dad eddie taking baby to family video, and playing hide and seek with the shelf’s with steve and robin

eee thank you!! my first attempt at writing eddie, so pls be gentle w me (but also would love any feedback you have!) wc: 1.1k; dad!eddie

“Alright, c’mon, stinker,” Eddie huffed, hoisting his three-year-old out of his carseat before setting him onto his feet next to the van. It was no longer the same kind of van he had in high school — this one was totally a dad van, and his friends loved to give him shit for it. He stuck his hand out to his side, fingers wiggling at his little boy as he demanded, “Hand!”

Jasper quickly complied and grabbed onto Eddie’s hand, but scoffed in annoyance, sounding a bit too much like his dad, “I not a stinker. You the stinker, daddy.”

Eddie snorted with a shake of his head, shoving his keys into his front pocket with his free hand, and chose not to start an argument with his toddler in the parking lot. Instead, he changed the subject to the task at hand, “Do you think Uncle Steve set aside our tapes for us? Or did he forget again? Maybe Auntie Robin helped him out.”

At the mention of his favorite aunt (maybe his favorite human), Jasper started babbling excitedly, walking as fast as he could to the door, leaving Eddie to follow along and try his best to not trip over his kid. And, before Eddie could stop him, Jasper’s tiny palm was banging on the glass door to Family Video, leaving toddler-sized handprints behind with each smack. Eddie groaned, “Aw, c’mon, kiddo. Uncle Steve is gonna make me clean that. You really are the stinker, you know that?” Still, he pulled the door open and nudged Jasper gently, “Okay, in we go.”

Inside, the store was empty, and both Steve and Robin had stopped whatever they’d been doing at the sound of the smacking on the door. They were both waiting behind the counter, grins on their faces as they watched Jasper toddle inside. His face lit up and he quickly let go of his dad’s hand in favor of running full force at Robin, who had come out from behind the counter and crouched down with her arms open. He nearly knocked her over, shouting her name, though he still didn’t have a grasp on his r’s, causing it to sound more like a w.

“Hey, little man,” Robin laughed, wrapping her arms around Jasper to hug him close as she stood up again, shifting him to rest against her hip. She pressed an exaggerated kiss to his cheek as she carried him behind the counter with her, “Did you come just to see me?”

“Yes!” Jasper nodded seriously, tiny fingers playing with one of the buttons on her vest intently.

“Dude!” Steve scoffed playfully, reaching out to press his fingers into Jasper’s tummy for a few tickles once Robin had set him on the counter, “No love for Stevie?”

Shrieking with laughter, Jasper curled into Robin’s chest in an attempt to hide, which delighted her to no end, “Nope! Jas is mine today!”

“No kidding,” Eddie replied as he leaned an elbow against the counter, hovering his hand just behind his son’s back just in case, “He got so excited, he nearly tripped both of us and tried to break in when I said we were seeing you, Buckley.”

“That reminds me,” Steve held up one finger as he crouched down, disappearing behind the counter, only to reappear with a spray bottle and a rag in hand a second later. He pushed them across the counter toward Eddie, “To clean the monster’s handprints off the door.”

Eddie gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest, “My son is not a monster! Except for when he is, but I don’t claim him then.” He reached out with one hand to ruffle Jasper’s dark hair and scooped up the cleaning supplies in his other arm to head back to the front door, “Please don’t let him fall off the counter.”

By the time Eddie had wiped all of the small handprints off of the front door, both of his friends and his son had disappeared from behind the counter. Setting the spray bottle and rag back on the counter, Eddie called out into the store, “Oh god. Jasper turned invisible again!” This was a relatively new game; Eddie pretended that Jasper was invisible, even when he was right in front of him. The first time Eddie did it, Jasper had hated it and panicked, thinking he really had disappeared before his dad’s eyes, but quickly realized the fun in pretending he really was invisible, and loved to think he was getting away with stuff.

There was no reply, only a quiet giggle sounding from somewhere in the store. Eddie would know that sound anywhere. The sound of his baby’s mischievous giggle. Drumming his fingers on the counter, Eddie let out an overly dramatic and forlorn sigh, “Whatever am I going to do?”

Another hushed giggle was followed quickly by some urgent whispering.

Eddie moved towards the rows of movies and surprisingly, didn’t see any toddler feet sticking out of the rows. With the giggling, though, he knew exactly where he’d find his son. Still, he put on a show, yelling out Jasper’s name and making stupid jokes as he popped around corners of shelves, “Jas? Are you in the romcom section? You’re too young for those!”

A few tapes fell to the floor in the second to last row as Eddie approached it. There were a few more not-so-quiet — bordering on angry — whispers from Steve and Robin. He guessed they were arguing about who was going to clean up the mess. Eddie moved as quietly as he could, stopping just before the corner before jumping into view and shouting, “Gotcha!”

Both of his friends and his son screamed in surprise, eyes going wide as Eddie appeared in front of them. Jasper was curled up in Robin’s lap, but as soon as he realized it was just his dad, he huffed, nose scrunching up, “Dad! Too scary!”

“No such thing as too scary,” Eddie argued, plucking Jasper out of Robin’s lap to press a sloppy kiss to his son’s forehead. “We need to get our tapes. Did you ask Uncle Steve for them?”

Jasper wiped his fist across his forehead, trying to get rid of Eddie’s kiss, but looked to his uncle for help answering the question, “Steeb? Muppets?” He hadn’t quite figured Steve’s name out either.

“Give me a second, Munson,” Steve glared at Eddie, a hand over his chest, “You scared the fu— dge. Fudge outta me.”

“Fudge!” Jasper repeated excitedly.

Eddie pointed at his son, trying to be as stern as possible, “Not a word for you, stinker.”

“Fudge.”

“I said,” Eddie started in a mock-angry tone, “Not for you, stinker!” He finished the sentence by attacking his son with tickles and making chomping noises as he pretended to bite his arm.

Out of breath from all of the laughing and trying to wiggle away from his dad, Jasper added one last thing, “You the stinker!”

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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Steve Harrington as a dad: Headcanons

Warnings: dad!Steve, pregnancy, mentions of smut, childbirth, fluff, angst

Word Count: 3k

A/N: I’m back with more dad!Steve content! Hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave a comment or some feedback to let me know if you liked it! Reblogs/likes/comments are always appreciated.

As soon as you and Steve had enough money, you left Hawkins

You didn’t see anything there for you anymore and you wanted to escape the haunting memories of the events that took place there

You both moved somewhere more populated, like Indianapolis

You settle on a small, white house in a suburban neighborhood that has baby blue shutters and a decently sized backyard

It’s not much but it was perfect for the two of you

Plus, being as young as you were there weren’t many places willing to let you move in

You also didn’t want to ask Steve’s parents for money, because Steve refused to be tied to them in any way

You do everything yourself like moving furniture, painting walls, decorating the living room

It’s a bonding experience in and of itself and you both almost killed each other at least seven times because of how overworked and annoyed you both got

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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Mother’s Day (Steve Harrington x fem!reader)

Summary: It’s your first Mother’s Day as an actual mother, and Steve’s got a few surprises up his sleeve.

Warnings: soooo much fluff, dad!Steve, mentions of childbirth, mentions of smut

A/N: This is my first time writing for Stranger Things, so I hope I did it justice! Likes/Reblogs/Comments/Asks are always appreciated! Let me know what you think and feel free to drop in any asks or headcanons you have for dad!Steve because I love the idea of him with a baby!

Word Count: 2.6k

May 8, 1989:

You woke up to two tiny, pudgy hands smacking rather harshly against your cheeks. It felt like you had been asleep for hours, but also only minutes at the same time. You hardly ever slept well these days. When you regained consciousness and wiped the sleep from your eyes, you were met with two identical sets of brown ones, both grinning from ear to ear. Just the sight of them could turn any shitty day right around.

Keep reading

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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Someday (Steve Harrington x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: mentions of smut, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of drugs and alcohol, angst, fluff

Based on the request: pregnancy scare w steve and he gets sad you’re not pregnant and admits to wanting to start a family

Three weeks.

It had been three weeks since you were supposed to start. You blamed the first week on a miscalculation, maybe you’d just counted your days wrong. When the second week rolled around, you began to worry. It eased some of your nerves to convince yourself that maybe your body was just naturally reworking itself, but the possibility always lingered in the back of your brain. But now, three whole weeks had gone by, and there wasn’t much else you could blame it on.

The drive to the pharmacy felt like it took hours, despite it being just up the road from the small house that you and Steve rented in the city. Your hands shook like a leaf as you presented the flimsy paper box to the cashier, who smiled sympathetically at you as she bagged your goods.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of the polaroid that was tucked messily into the crack of your speedometer. It was one of just the two of you at a Halloween party just a few months prior to this day. You were both drunk off of your asses and in the grainy, washed-out photo, Steve was kissing your nose and holding a beer in the hand that wasn’t wound tightly around your wais. Your face was scrunched up in drunken bliss. You were happy. You both were. You still are. Would you be after this?

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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Ok so i have to admit i have read Make Me love you 4 times now🤭i love "Make Me Love You"

And on my 5 time reading Sucker Puch untill you uldate again😂

I have read all your other stories over the holidays🙈.

I love your work so much and this is my save place after a long day

This is literally the sweetest thing ever 😭. I'm trying to write more Sucker Punch but I'm in SUCH A SLUMP RIGHT NOW.

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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Ok so i just finished MMLY

Man and did this book had me feeling deffent emotions😩.

Firts i wanna say i read Sucker Punch till chapter 16 and i was hooked. I was scared to read MMLY because i was so hooked on Sucker Punch that is was scared it wont be something i like.

But man was i wrong this book had me hooked so nuch that i read it in 2 days time till the end🤣.

I just want to say your books has me hooked like no book before😩.

Not to make it sound weird but I am n big Tom Holland fan and just to have these books to take me to a deffrent reality i really love.

What i am trying to say is that you books took me to a holw diffrent world every time i read them.🥺

It gave me alot om comfort.

I felt a whole diffrent way everytime i read.

Please dont ever stop wrinting i am obsessed with your books❤

I'm gonna need you to stop sending me the cutest messages ever cause I cantttttttt. Thank you! I'm so glad people enjoy my work.

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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What about eddie waking y/n up with some ✨love✨ if yk what i mean 😏

Hehehehehe NSFW below

You'd fallen asleep in Eddie's arms in his trailer in part because his uncle wasn't home, and in part because you swore he had the most comfortable bed. You loved wearing his clothes (especially that hellfire shirt) and of course that's exactly what you'd put on before curling yourself around him, his guitar pick necklace accompanying the look, and had Eddie's eyes sparkling in adoration as he sat across from you in his bed.

And in the middle of the night, you'd technically woken, still in his arms, but in a different version of the term. When you opened your eyes, he'd stripped you of his comforter, and your panties, his hands roaming your bare thighs,

"Eddie…" You murmur, "what are you doing?" He smiles,

"You just looked… delectable in my clothing sweetheart. Is this okay?" He poses. Your heart flutter at the fact that he's still asking for consent when he always has it from you. You nod after a moment before he's wrapping his arms around your thighs, leaning in and lapping at your folds. Your back arches immediately and you moan as his tongue swirls around your clit and then figure-8's down around your entrance. He presses his shirt further up your body, his hand sliding beneath the material to caress your breast,

"Shit Eddie." You groan, reaching down to trail your fingers through his unruly curls. You give a gentle tug and he hums at the sting he loves so much. After a few more flicks of his tongue, he sits up, leaning over you,

"Do you want me to keep going, or do you want something else?" You shake your head, moving your hands up to try and pull his shirt over his head,

"Just fuck me." You pant out. He smiles down at you before he's standing, brushing his pants and boxers off, his shirt following as you shimmy out of his hellfire shirt and he riffles in his bedside drawer for a condom. He flashes it between his fingers for a moment before he's tearing into it and sliding it along his shaft. He licks his lips as his eyes land on the guitar pick resting between your breasts,

"So… fucking… beautiful." He purrs as he climbs back in bed with you, kneeling between your spread thighs. He presses his hands over your knees,

"You sure you wanna do this? Last chance to get out before I can't stop." He murmurs. You smile up at him and nod,

"Yeah. C'mere." He smiles down at you before he's moving in, sliding a hand down to his cock and guiding it to your entrance, resting his other arm along your side. You hold his torso before he's moving his hips forward, entering you softly. Your breath hitches as Eddie moves his other arm to align with your body, his lips travelling to your throat. He hums once fully sheathed inside you,

"God… your body is a temple and I want to live and die in it." He murmurs into your skin. You giggle, wrapping your arms around him.

He admitted to you weeks ago that the best feeling for him was when your tits pressed into his chest, your skin smooth against his. You could tell by the purr that slipped from his lips that the feeling in the moment was just what he loved. Slowly, he moves his hips, your body stretching to accommodate him. His hand slides down between your thighs, fingertips stroking across your clit. You moan, raking your nails down his back. He purrs again, drawing his head from your throat to stare down at you,

"Draw blood baby." He purrs. You chew your lip, eyes squeezed shut as you bask in pleasure. The bed creaks beneath you, his headboard lightly nudging the wall of the trailer. He kisses a trail down between your breasts and across your stomach, blowing on the wetness it leaves behind. He sucks a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently until you cry out, cumming around him from just the overstimulation. He hums, raising his head from your chest, his eyelashes fluttering,

"Such a good girl." He purrs. Holding his shoulders, you wrap yourself around him, preparing for what he always dishes out. He holds you close as he pummels into you, yours moans bouncing off the walls. He grunts holding you close and panting in your ear. He drags your thighs over his shoulders, kissing your ankle as he spills into you, his head falling back. He sighs, holding onto your legs,

"There's nothing better than you and this body." He murmurs. You smile as he drags himself from you, tossing his condom in his trashcan and coming back to bed. He snuggles you into him,

"Sorry it's so early." He murmurs. You shake your head,

"Its fine. I was rewarded for my troubles." You joke. He chuckles,

"Indeed." You sigh, holding his arms,

"I love you Eddie."

"I love you too sweetheart. You're the best thing to ever happen to me." Smiling, you lean into him and kiss his cheek,

"Same goes for you handsome." Smiling down at you, he kisses your cheek, holding you tightly until you both fall asleep again.

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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can i request steve sneaking into your house wayy past your curfew bc he misses you 🥺

This is so cute and I love it

Nothing scared you more than your window sliding open in the middle of Hawkins. Jumping up, you find Steve pulling his other leg into your window. You sit up,

"Steve." He startles before he's smiling and sliding your window closed,

"Hello."

"What are you doing?" You ask quietly as he turns to you again. He moves forward,

"I missed you so I thought I'd sneak in, hold you for a few hours." He admits as he leans over you on his hands, his lips covering yours quickly. You press your hands to his arms, humming as he kicks his shoes off, pressing you back against the bed. You reach for his shoulders, holding him as he kisses you soundly. He hums before his lips travel across your jaw and throat. Closing your eyes, you hold him. He chuckles,

"We've literally been apart for like… what, two hours?" You pose when he leans over you. He shrugs,

"I don't know and I don't care. I missed you." He reiterates. You smile before he's rolling over, dragging you on top of him. You lay your hands over his stomach, resting your chin over them and staring up at him as he presses a hand to your shoulder, the other tucked under his head. He stares down at you,

"There's a strict curfew in place ya know? You're breaking it." You tell him. He shrugs,

"Not the first law I've broken, probably won't be the last. Besides… I wasn't even home anyways. I was watching Mike and them play D&D. You're on my way home anyways." He explains. You hum,

"I never thought I'd hear you say you were watching Mike and the others play D&D." He sighs,

"Yeah well, Eddie started a new campaign and it's actually pretty cool. I don't… understand it, but it's interesting to watch." He admits. You smile up at him,

"I like that you're hanging out with them."

"Eddie still freaks me out but… he's decent I suppose. Henderson could tell if he wasn't."

"I think Erica would be the one to tell."

"Ohhh yeah. She's a beast." You nod,

"She is." After a moment of silence, you move yourself beside him, draping a leg over his and wrapping your arms around him,

"I guess I am pretty glad you came over. I miss your smell and now with you all over my pillow, it'll stick." He smiles, leaning in to kiss your forehead,

"See, we both win." Smiling, you lay your head over his shoulder, kissing his jaw,

"My dad'll kill you if you're still here in the morning." He shrugs,

"I've survived a demogorgon, I can survive a fifty year old man." He murmurs. You giggle, dragging your blanket over the both of you,

"I won't be held accountable for your murder if you stay." You tell him. He hums,

"Not at all." Holding your arm in one hand, with his other arm curled around your waist, it doesn't take long for both you and Steve to fall asleep, and he's just lucky enough to sneak out your window the next morning before your dad barges into your room.

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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KOH!Tom placing reader on his thronwe and gives her his crown and he eats her out as the queen deserves ;)

Hehehehehe, NSFW below

You'd proved yourself to Tom on the last mission you'd run. You'd come back covered in blood with more than half of your military and nothing had been hotter to him. Everyone within his ranks knew you were so close to the queen title, it was just a matter of time.

He'd called you to his throne room, and upon arrival, you found that it was empty of even your king. Rather than call for him, you decided to admire the one room you didn't know so much about. Admiring his throne, it was interesting to see how it looked like a normal chair, but you just knew that the second your king lounged in it, it became a floating mist of souls, the throne seen in meetings of the underworld. It's adorned with blood red and gold jewels, and his crown sits in the center of the seat. It is similar in look. It's black, glittering spikes shoot from the band while said band holds the same gems his throne does,

"You like it?" You jump as Tom speaks behind you. Turning to him, you shrug,

"It's all very dark." He shrugs,

"I have a title to uphold as king of hell darling." He purrs, leaning in to kiss your neck. There's no denying how he makes you feel. He makes you weak in the knees, hence why you were nearing the throne of queen, because he was the only one that could do so. Wrapping an arm around your waist, you reach up and thread your fingers through his hair,

"Why'd you bring me in here T?" You ask as your eyes slip closed. He hums as you hold his shoulders. When he pulls back, his eyes sparkle mischievously,

"I'd like to discuss your… promotion." You stare up at him,

"Now?"

"Of course. No better time. I have to say… you covered in demon blood was very gorgeous." He reaches around you, picking his crown up from his throne. Strategically, he places it over your head, your body tingling in warmth and you just know it's from the accessory. He hums, kneeling before you,

"Your majesty…" He purrs. He stares up at you for a moment before he reaches up, quickly unbuttoning your pants, sliding the zipper down and pulling them and your panties down. He hums as he bares you to him,

"Permission to make you feel good your highness." You smile down at him,

"Permission granted slave." He rolls his eyes,

"I'd be a badass general at worst." He mumbles as he gestures over his shoulder to shut and lock the door. He gestures to his throne,

"Sit my queen." He tells you. Licking your lips, you glance over your shoulder and ease yourself down into his throne. Immediately, a shadow slips over you and it seems like the chair beneath you disappears. It almost feels like what sitting on a cloud would feel like. You can hear whispers of claimed souls, but you're distracted from it as Tom leans into the shadow, dragging your bottom half forward to kiss the inside of your thigh. Watching him, his eyes flash black for a moment before he moves over and slides his tongue through your folds.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he slides his tongue back and forth a few times, drawing your legs overhis shoulders. He swirls his tongue around your clit a few times, watching you swallow. Your head tips back, eyes slipping shut as he trails his tongue down, sliding his tongue inside you a few times.

Pulling back after a moment, he sucks your clit into his mouth, slipping two fingers inside of your entrance and working them in and out of you gently. You moan, back arching slightly as he pumps them in and out a few times, rubbing his tongue across your throbbing bud,

"Ahh fuck." You grumble, reaching out to grasp his hair. He hums, scissors his fingers and curling them to stroke along your g-spot. He does this over and over, sucking your clit gently. His eyes never leave your face as he works you over, sucking your clit and working his fingers into your drenched hole,

"Fuck Tom… I'm… getting close already." You pant out. His fingers continue, but he raises his head,

"Cum for me baby." He commands before he's reconnecting his mouth to your clit, sucking and licking gently. You whimper, closing your legs around his head. He smiles wickedly before he's thrusting his fingers into you quickly, curling them to stroke that spot. You squeal, back arching, pressing your thighs apart and allowing him to swirl his tongue around your clit,

"Tommy…"

"Come for me queen." He purrs, his hot breath slapping against your core. Your eyes flutter shut again and you grip the "arms" of his throne before you're cumming, his fingers and mouth working you through it. He draws his fingers out once you're finished, wiping his mouth before he laps your orgasm from his digits. He winks at you,

"Perfect." You sit up, draping your arms over his shoulder and kissing him, tasting yourself on his lips,

"Yes you are king." He chuckles before he's dragging you off his throne and on the floor with him. You blink at the light,

"I was… half serious you know. I want you promoted in the next week or so if you'll have me." He tells you. You smile down at him and nod,

"Course. It'd be my honor to serve beside you in life and death." You tell him, brushing your nose along his. He hums, kissing you, holding the back of your neck,

"Then my queen you shall be." He tells you, holding your body close to his.

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mrs-hollandstan · 1 year

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Hi, I was wondering if you could maybe write a blurb with mob!Tom where the reader has like zero experience with sex like she's never even touched her self and he teachers her and he takes her virginity? If not I completely understand but tysm if you do!

I really love this one. NSFW below.

You grew up in a really religious household. You were tricked into believing that sex of any form was a sin and each orgasm you had would lead to another year in hell. It wasn't until you were forced to marry Tom (much to your dismay at first), that you realized hell wasn't the worst place to be, and everything you'd been tricked into believing was false.

"I just… you shouldn't be afraid of it. You don't have to be afraid to cum darling." Tom reasons as you huff and hurry away from him. You glance over your shoulder,

"I just… don't have the urge." You lie. Tom raises a brow, but a frown covers his face,

"Yeah, and I'm naturally a blonde." He mocks. Sighing, you turn to face him and he almost bumps chest to chest with you,

"Look I just… I-I am scared. I just don't like the thought of going to hell."

"Darling, you already married me. You're already in hell." He teases. He reaches for your hand, "c'mon, we'll start small." He drags you after him, quickly closing you inside your shared bedroom and unzipping your dress with ease. He hums when it falls to the floor,

"So gorgeous. I'll never get used to the look of you." He murmurs. You're not wearing a bra, and only some old underwear. You chew the inside of your lip as Tom strips from his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves. You watch him roll the mirror from the corner to across from the foot of the bed. He sits against the footboard, waving you forward. You take his hand again, letting him slide your panties off. You suck in a breath as he draws you to sit between his spread thighs, your back to his chest. He stares at you in the mirror, licking his lips,

"Relax. I don't bite unless you ask." He mumbles, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. Taking your hand yet again, he guides your thighs apart, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles,

"We'll take it slow, just start with some… light touching." He tells you. His face comes to lay next to yours before he's forcing two fingers out, guiding them down to your clit. You suck in a breath before he's adding a little bit more pressure. You whimper, resting your head back against his shoulder. Your eyes never leave the space between your thighs, except to glance up at your husband who stares at your bare pussy and your fingers spreading your wetness. He hums,

"So beautiful darling. Your body reacts so well." He purrs. His free hand slides around your hip, two of his fingers slipping inside of you. You tip your head back as he curls them, sliding the tips along a sweet pot inside you that has you squirming. He chuckles darkly,

"That's it baby. Let's give you your first taste of freedom." He purrs, kissing at your neck.

It's unsurprising when, his fingers inside of you, and your own stroking your clit, you quickly cum. You holler, back arching,

"Good girl." He coos. You pant, squirming in his arms,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You squeal. He chuckles,

"Feels good huh?" He poses as you relax in his arms. You whimper, nodding after a moment as you clutch his arm to ground you,

"Yeah… that was really good. So… fucking strange." You tell him breathlessly. He hums as he kisses the back of your head,

"You did good for your first lesson. I think you'll be cut out for more in-depth stuff soon enough." He mumbles. You hum, laying your head in the crook of his shoulder,

"Yeah… I-I dunno that I wanna rush into it though. Already, my hips are sore." He smiles, leaning in to kiss your lips softly after a moment and nodding,

"Course love. Just… let's take a shower and get some sleep." You nod, standing and heading into the bathroom as he rights the room, following you in.

*a few days later*

Another party is hosted by your husband. The catch? Since the other night when he'd fingered you, there was just something so sexy about him. And tonight, he was wearing the hottest of his tuxes, his long hair gelled back from his face to keep him from running his fingers through it. You'd kept to an old friend, Cassidy, but even she could tell you were distracted. She waves a hand in front of your face, breaking you from your trance,

"Huh? Sorry… what?" You pose. She raises an eyebrow,

"If you're gonna eyefuck him all night, why don't you just get on with it and actually fuck him?" She poses. You click your tongue, still staring at the man a few feet from you,

"Its not like that. He's just… he's always been attractive. He just looks good now." You shrug. As if his skin is burning from your staring, he glances up, right into your eyes, a twinkle coursing through them. You swallow ans glance down, praying he'll forget about it and co tinue his conversation, but lo and behold, his voice breaks the silence,

"Hello ladies." He purrs, his hand sliding around your lower back, as he leans in to kiss your cheek. When you glance up, Cassidy smiles,

"Hi Tom." You glance up at him,

"Hi."

"What were you two talking about?" He asks. Cassidy looks at you and you shoot her a warning glare before she opens her mouth again,

"She was just… fantasizing about you and I was teasing her." His eyebrows rise and he looks down at you. You groan,

"For fuck's sake Cass. Could you be any smoother?"

"What?! You have a smokeshow husband and you're still a virgin."

"Cassidy! Jesus christ!" You squeal. Tom chuckles,

"Why thank you Cass."

"Okay… you know what," You take his whiskey glass and your champagne glass and set both of them down, taking his hand, "if you'll excuse us Cass, I'm gonna take care of something with my husband, and I'll let you know how it goes." Without saying anything else, you drag him behind you ans into the elevator that leads you to the penthouse. He wraps his arms around you, leaning in to kiss your throat,

"You really gonna let me take advantage of you?" He poses. You smile as he rubs across your hips,

"How do you know I won't be taking advantage of you?" He chuckles,

"Trust me… it'll be reversed." He mumbles before the elevator dings and you lead him out, and towards your bedroom. You shove him onto your bed, standing straight and reaching behind you to unzip your dress. The second it drops to the floor, Tom's eyes wander, and he licks his lips,

"So fucking beautiful…" You slide your panties off as he sits up, quickly shrugging his jacket off and unbuttoning his shirt. He shrugs it off, holding his hands up as you make quick work of his belt, tugging it off and unbuttoning and unzipping his slacks. He shimmies out of those and his boxers, watching as you lick your lips when his cock springs free,

"Oh-"

"It'll fit, don't worry." You swallow and nod,

"Yeah."

"Seriously… your body, as you get aroused, stretches to accommodate things like this. It'll take muscles stretching to fit, but it will, I promise." He explains. You nod,

"Thanks for the Bio lesson." He smiles as you slide forward, wrapping a hand around his stiff shaft. He chews the inside of his lip as you lean in, licking your lips again before you slide your mouth around his tip, sucking as much of him into your mouth as possible. You gag, having never taken anything like it in your mouth before. Tom moans nonetheless, gathering your hair and guiding you a few times, relishing in you gagging before he pulls you up,

"That's… that's fine. C'mere." He murmurs after a moment. You climb up his body, allowing him to flip you onto your back, moving down between your legs,

"Relax babe." He murmurs. You try to do as you're told as he slides his tongue through your folds, not necessarily a foreign feeling. There was definitely a shower you'd shared that he collapsed to his knees and drug one of your legs over his shoulder. Just like then, the feeling has you gripping the closest thing to you, the bedsheets. He watches your back arch, your face contorting with pleasure. Soon enough, he sits up, leaning over you,

"You sure you wanna do this now?" He poses. Staring up at him, you nod,

"Yeah." He nods, glancing down to guide himself inside of you, "No condom?" You ask. His brows furrow,

"We're already married and part of the agreement is kids… don't see the harm if we're already getting ahead of ourselves." You roll your eyes,

"Then it's a good thing I still have my IUD. I'd hate to get pregnant the first time I sleep with you." He smiles as he slides his tip along your slit,

"Then why are you bugging me?" Before you can reply, he's slipping inside of you slowly. You focus on trying to relax to satiate the burn. When he presses as deep as he can, he purrs,

"Good girl. See… told you it'd fit." You grimace, but nod as he strokes your hair down, "just don't think about it. Think about how good my tongue and fingers felt inside you." He tells you. You nod, grasping his shoulders as he leans in and sucks at your neck. He reaches down after a moment and strums your clit. You whimper, meeting his eyes when he drags his head up,

"You okay?" You nod,

"Yeah… just be gentle." You tell him. He nods, glancing down and gently moving his hips back. He watched you for a moment when you whimper, drawing out almost to the tip before he presses back in. You press your lips together, grasping onto his shoulders tightly. He speeds up just a little, trying to effectively stretch you out so the pain'll go away. He watches your face relax after another moment, smiling down at you,

"Such a good girl. Ready to take it a step further." You nod quickly, holding his arms as he shifts, pressing himself deeper inside you, at a quicker pace than before. You gasp as his fingers find purchase along your clit again, shooting sparks of pleasure along every nerve ending in your body. You moan, digging your nails into his biceps as his head disappears into your throat again, sucking at nipping at your soft skin. You bind your legs around his waist as he ups the speed yet again, holding a hip in his hand,

"So fucking tight…" He grumbles. You whimper and whine beneath him, holding him closer as he works himself inside of you. The feeling is like nothing better, and it really bumps head, and being fingered from the top spot with ease. He leans back, pausing his onslaught to drag your legs up over his, your back arched nicely. He holds your hips as he stares down at where you're connected, thrusting up into you. The first time you squeal, he knows he's found that special spot inside you, so he focuses on it, pressing his palm to your abdomen and rubbing his thumb along your clit. You cry out, reaching out to grasp his forearms. He chuckles,

"Such a sweet girl. Gonna cum for me again?" He poses. You nod, lkcking your lips,

"Fuck… faster, please." He complies immediately, thrusting into you quicker and quicker, his skin slapping against yours. You reach up and cry into your palm, tears clouding your eyes as pleasure pumps through you,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck…" You curse out behind your palm, digging your nails into his skin and raking them down as he fucks into you quickly, panting as his sweat drips down onto your body. He leans in, kissing the hollow of your ribs and between your breasts,

"Cum for me baby." He purrs, pressing himself chest to chest with you, holding your arms above your head. You lace your fingers through his, leaning your head up to kiss him, as the wave crashes over you and you cum around him. He moans into your mouth, right before he spills inside you, squeezing your hands,

"Fuck…" He grumbles, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face in your neck again. You hold him, kissing his shoulder. He sighs after a moment, rolling off of you, but keeping his legs tangled with yours. He plays with your hair when you turn on your side, leaning on his chest. He smiles,

"So…how does it feel?" You smile, trailing a finger across his chest,

"Good. It's… not as bad as I thought it'd be." He shakes his head,

"Nope. It felt good right?" You nod, holding him close,

"So good."

"And… I'll finance whatever I need to keep you sated." You roll your eyes, listening to him chuckle,

"Sure. I think once a week for now will suffice."

"Oh yeah? You sure? You seemed pretty damn sure of my dick inside you." You giggle,

"Yes… yes, I'm sure only once a week. I can't handle much more of you." He chuckles, bringing his arm up to rest his head on. You gasp, dragging his arm down to look at. He hums as you both admire the deep scratches along his skin, raised and bloody,

"Damn… I dunno that that looks like a once a week thing." He murmurs. You roll your eyes, turning over to root through your clutch and fish out your phone. When you roll back over, his eyebrows furrow,

"What're you doing?" You shrug,

"Told Cass I'd let her know how things went. Besides, she's been drooling over you too so… she deserves to know that I'm the only one that'll have that dick for the rest of our lives." You tell him. He smiles, letting you snap a picture, and send it with no context to your best friend before he takes it from you and tosses it back to the floor,

"Well… I don't see this… once a week thing starting for a while so how bout we explore." You giggle and then squeal as he rolls himself back on top of you, gathering you in his arms.

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