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stxrrwritess · 6 months

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‘need some help?’

jax (the amazing digital circus) x reader smut

MINORS DNI !!

warnings : masturbation, hate fucking, porn w little to no plot, penis in vagina sex, reader is afab, slight degradation (use of slut & whore), creampie, probably ooc

words : 1,177

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Ever since appearing in this god forsaken circus, you and Jax have had constant back and forth bickering. It’s not to say you hated him, hate is a strong word. But, he definitely knew how to push your buttons and you couldn’t help but want to rip his head off sometimes.

You were in the main hall of the circus, talking to Ragatha while wandering around. You two had become pretty close since you got trapped in the circus. As you were walking, you were suddenly tripped over, falling flat onto your face. You looked up to see who the culprit was. Of course, it was Jax. Your face grew red with anger and embarrassment, as you picked yourself off the ground and dusted yourself off. “Oh, heya, toots. Didn’t see ya there, was jus’ stretchin’ my leg.” He grinned that shit eating grin, chuckling. You pointed an accusatory finger at him, as you spoke through gritted teeth, “You did that on purpose, asshole.” Before you could get another word in, Ragatha placed her hand on your shoulder, an indication that it wasn’t worth the fight. You sighed, and Jax walked off smugly. “Ugh. What a dick.” You grumbled under your breath, huffing as you crossed your arms. Ragatha seemed way too nonchalant with what had just happened, laughing softly. “Oh, come on Y/N. We all know you have a thing for him. Why don’t you just get it over with and tell him?” She asked, cocking a brow. You were gobsmacked. You? Like him? You batted your hand dismissively, a soft ‘psh’ sound escaping your mouth. “As if, Rags. You have to be kidding me. You couldn’t pay me to have any sort of feeling for him other than complete and utter dislike.”

What a lie.

Later that night, or rather, later (you couldn’t really tell the time in the digital circus. It was always a clash between both times.) You were in your room. You couldn’t help but think about what had happened earlier, and how Ragatha seemed to see right through your façade. All of the other residents were in the main hall, ‘eating’ a feast that Bubble had prepared after one of Caine’s silly adventures, and you had decided to sit this one out. Despite not even being allowed to curse in the digital circus, you wanted to experiment. You had made sure your door was locked, and slyly slinked your hand into your panties. Huh. The devs must be some sort of pervs, because you definitely felt something. You slid a finger into your heat, gasping softly at this oh so familiar feeling you hadn’t felt since getting stuck here. You began pumping your finger in and out, before adding a second. You were getting close to the edge, when you heard the doorknob of your door jiggle.

Jax had assumed you were with everyone else in the main hall, and thought it’d be funny to play a little prank on you. He jiggled your door open with one of his many keys, only to find you inside with your blanket loosely thrown over you, your eyes wide as you tried to wipe your slick into the covers. “Jax? What the fuck? What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice shaky as you panted slightly. “I-Uh, I thought you were with everyone else.” He stammered a little, feeling caught off guard to have walked in on you. He didn’t even know doing.. that was possible here. Guess you’d proven him wrong. You glared at him, wondering why he hadn’t left yet. He did the complete opposite, taking a step into your room and closing the door behind him, placing a hand on his hip. He chuckled dryly, looking you up and down as his grin grew wider. “You seriously gettin’ off in here while everyone else eats? What a whore.” He snickered, as he sauntered over to your bed. It’d be a lie to say the degradation didn’t make slick ooze down your naked thighs. “Need some help?”

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“F-Fuck, Jax!” You whined breathily underneath him. Jax had you bent over, one hand supporting your waist up and the other tangled in your hair. His dick (that he just realised he’d had) slammed into you at a rough pace, and he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “Ah, ah, ah, don’t want your friends to hear you being stuffed full of the guy you pretend to hate, do you?” He moved one of his hands to cover your drool covered mouth with a laugh. You were barely able to form coherent thoughts, as a string of censored curses fell out of your mouth and soft gasps. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, before he suddenly pulled out. You were about to protest, before he flipped you over onto your back. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and shoved himself back into you, this new angle doing wonders, hitting all the right spots inside of you. “Fuck, s’too much!” You felt tears prick in your eyes as he kept jackhammering into you like an animal in heat, his dick hitting much deeper now. “Take it, slut. That’s right, milk my cock.” He grunted, as he continued fucking into you, his pace staggering slightly. He leaned down, latching his lips onto your neck as he began to mark you. You knew everyone would see it tomorrow, but that was the least of your worries at this point. “You’re such a little whore , y’know that? Pretendin’ ya hate me, but I know ya were thinkin’ bout me when ya were in here gettin’ yerself off. Admit it.” His voice was strained as he panted into your ear. You could barely form the words, all that as coming out was, “Y-Yes, I was, j-just don’t stop!” You begged, your hands finding his back, scratching him slightly as you tried to hold on. He took that too literally, as he picked up his pace once more. “C-Close. I’m close, Jax.” You moaned into his ear, before coming undone around him. He kept thrusting in and out, fucking you through your orgasm until he came inside you. He stopped, as he rode out his own climax, filling you up in the process. He had his head in the crook of your neck, and you could feel his hot breath on your skin as he finished. “Haah, fuck, toots, didn’t take ya for a slut.” He said with a slight laugh, before pulling out of you and laying next to you on the bed. “Soo.. Still hate me?” He snickered, and you gave him a little too hard of a nudge to the stomach. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t push your luck before I kick you out.” You grumbled, but cuddled up against him all the same. “Fine. I was gonna offer to help you out more often, but guess not.” He teased, as he put an arm around you.

Maybe you two didn’t hate each other that much after all.

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a/n : first smut fic i’ve ever written ! apologies if it was lowkey bad i just felt goofy . i’ll probably start getting more active on here but don’t hold me to that bcs i always forget i even have a tumblr page LOL

anyways hope you enjoyed 💥

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 months

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Steve Rogers x me 🙋‍♀️ number 32 or 50 please

Oh!! I love this one so much, but...just don't hate me with this.

There Goes My Life

Summary: just one last time

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, a smidge of dirty talk, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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He sighs as his blue eyes peer at your sleeping form. You never listened. It was too easy for him to get in through your window, and just gaze at you while you sleep. He warned you that there was a target on your back. Especially the moment you left SHIELD. It just didn’t seem right anymore. Not without Steve, and not knowing what you now know.

You look peaceful, which is more than what he can say for himself. Your windows seem smaller now, or maybe it was just because he felt he could never get too close to you. The picture of the two of you still sits beside your bed, and he feels an ache in his chest as you cling to his pillow. By now his scent would have worn off considering how you had your face buried into it.

“Cap, you have a short window. I’ll buy you some more time. Enjoy your girl.”

“Thanks, Sam,” he whispers, leaning over to remove his boots. If he didn’t have this need to hold you and enjoy you while he could, he would tell you how stupid it was to leave your window unlocked. But he also knew why.

You are also painfully aware that Steve had someone watch your place. Everything changed in such a short time. You didn’t think he would be coming back, much less as often as he did.

Removing his suit, he lets the mess of what was Captain America drift into your floor. Fully naked, and for a reason, he lifts the blanket on his side, and slides in. His eyes rake over your beautiful sleeping face. There wasn’t enough time for him to just watch you, but he did it all the same. He missed you so much it hurt. So much that he couldn’t even focus on the task at hand because he was waiting on you to tell him what to do. But this isn’t SHIELD, and you no longer were in his ear.

Your full lashes flutter with his warm breath. Your body sidles up to his even more. He’s so proud of you, even in your sleep you knew it was him. He reaches to pull the pillow from your grasp, wanting you to use him instead when your sleepy eyes blink away the clouds from your vision.

“Steve?”

“Shh,” he whispers, his nose pressing up against yours. Every moment with him is bittersweet because you know he’ll be off somewhere else before you wake up again. Leaving you feeling like everything was only a figment of your imagination.

Your lashes flutter close as you absorb his warmth. His breath. And when his lips press against your trembling ones. “Sugar,” he pleads, but you don’t want to waste time. Each time he visited you felt like it would be the last time, and that killed you inside. “Stop.”

“Steve, just take me. Make me forget that you won’t be here in the morning.”

“You make me feel like the biggest asshole.”

“Language, Captain,” he chuckles on your lips. Hoisting his body to hover over yours. His legs positioned in between your own, and he slides his apart as he sinks lower over you. His silky steel cock, lays over your bare mound, and you shutter at the feeling.

“I really hate that you were privy to that moment.”

“Why’s that?” You tease as he grips his length in one hand and runs it through your slick.

“Because every time I growl out filth in your ears, I want them to be your words only. Because even though you hold your head up high, and you look so regal walking into SHIELD, you’re my dirty little slut.”

“Your dirty little slut wishes that you would just fuck her…ahh,” you gulp as his thick veiny member plunges into your depths. Fully sheathing himself into your wet heat, and his weight settles on yours. It is the best kind of smothering. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you so much,” he grunts as his hips piston in and out of your walls. Pushing and pulling into every bit of you. Molding the two of you together again, and you hope that this was the normal. That you didn’t have to wait months until you got to feel him again. That this was a bad dream, and Steve wasn’t an enemy of the country.

You focus on the way his body cages around yours and how the two of you had so many beautiful plans. Feel only the way his thicker body made you feel so small. The tickle of his beard as he nips along your neck. You swear every part of him got thicker. And it made you more needy for him.

You took every bit of his hard and deep thrusts because your body was made for him. Nobody pulled out the sounds from your lips. There was nobody else you trusted the way you trusted him. In a different world you and Steve would have already been married, and have a baby on the way. He would have given up this fight with the Avengers just to live a normal life.

But those dreams weren’t reality. Now it was a dream that the man you love was becoming so feral with the limited time he had with you. His hands slam on the headboard above you, and his hips stab into you with so much force you start to see stars. This is how he always ended things. He wanted to make sure you almost passed out with pleasure and pressure.

His thrusts make the picture frames rattle on the walls. Your hands cling to his wide hips as you feel yourself start to go blank. Damn this beautiful man. He couldn’t even bear to say goodbye. The solution was to fuck you stupid. Fuck him.

You try and hold on. See the image of Steve gritting his teeth as he forces his orgasm away. Waiting on you to succumb to your exhaustion. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your walls clench down tight around his cock, and he gets a few more ruts into you before ribbons of hot thick cum fill your belly up.

He stutters his movement as he watches your head lull to the side, and he hates himself for doing this. Hates having to be so careful. There is nothing he wants more than to bask in your silky walls all day. He pulls himself out of you, and smiles when you sleepily whimper at the loss of him.

Giving himself just a moment to stare at your gaping cunt leaking of him. “Captain, it’s time. We gotta be careful.”

He leaves you laying there, but covers you back up. Leaving behind the scent of him on your sheets, and the regret that things aren’t different. This had to be the last time. He was putting you into too much danger. Slowly he’d call the eye from watching you. He’d let you go because that’s how much he loved you.

“I’m always careful,” he says, slipping back into his suit.

But this time — he wasn’t…..

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elfven-blog · 9 months

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can i request a lil bully leon!!

he’s just so mean!! you’re spending your summer with him since your moms are bffs and he just loves annoying you whenever he sees u. he’s shoving you into walls, trapping you in his room, but you start to notice how worked up he gets whenever you whine and get all teary. next second he’s tearing your clothes off and pulling your hair, even calling you mean names as he gets himself between ur legs!!!

I hope you enjoy...and that he's mean enough!

Bully his way down

Summary: You're spending the summer on holiday with your parents' friends, and their bully of a son. Leon Kennedy x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, pussy eating, fingering, mean Leon, scandalous pictures (mention), masturbation, use of words 'whore' and 'slut'. Word count: 1.5K

When your mum suggested a holiday over the summer to spend some ‘family time’ together after you’d moved away, you didn’t expect for her best friend’s family to come with you. Especially when that included Leon. The Kennedy’s were nice enough, and you’d know Mrs Kennedy your entire life. Probably spent as much time around her house and you had your own. But God you hated her son. He was a bully, plain and simple.

The blonde’s favourite activity was to annoy you in any way possible from stealing your diary as kids, to hiding your clothes to locking you in his room after asking you to get something. And now you were stuck in a room with him for the next month because the cabin your parents rented only had 3 rooms. It was like a nightmare. He’d already done a few things and it was only day 5 like shoving you into a wall and held you there why you begged him to just let you go, he’d added cinnamon to your food when you weren’t looking, and he’d made you cry by locking you out the bedroom on the 2nd night.

It was like a curse had come over your life. Cursed by your own mother, to have to stay in a bedroom with an asshole who had stolen your clothes. The only good thing was that both sets of parents had gone out, and you had made the mistake of sleeping in after not realising that Leon had opted to also stay back. Now you were curled in the bed under the covers and trying to ignore the way your enemy was laughing down the hall.

Left alone with your thoughts had you seething at every interaction you had with Leon, but with his laugh in the background your mind started wondering. And suddenly a blush was covering every inch of your face. He wasn’t very good at hiding his reactions to the way tears filled your eyes or you whined with annoyance every time he did something. How he had to shift in his sweatpants or look away with darkened eyes before hurrying away to the bathroom, or your shared bedroom.

What Leon didn’t know is that you had been awake one of the nights he’d taken care of his big little problem. His moans invaded your mind, the wet sounds as his hand wrapped around his cock…the way one of his hands wrapped around your wrists as he held them up over you and against the wall. All those sounds and images flooded your mean, and slick began dripping between your thighs. You were on your side, hand dipping between your legs and facing away from the door, which meant you weren’t paying attention as Leon slipped through the door and turned the lock.

The feeling of the bed shifting and a hand wrapping around your throat is what brought you out of that syrupy head space. His breath was hot on the shell of your ear as he applied the tiniest amount of pressure to your neck “You are such a little whore” his tongue traces your ear, and it has you pressing up against him without thinking. You can almost feel the grin on his face as your own heats up, your fingers topping their circling motion. His eyebrows raises, his arm going under your shoulders to replace the hand there while that one travels down to press against your hand. “Nu uh, keep going slut, I wanna see”.

A whine leaves you and you rock against him, feeling the clothed outline of his cock right against your ass. The size of it has more slick gathering against your hand. With Leons hand against your own he uses it to guide you, his finger causing your own to continue circling your clit. With his hand guiding your own and his mouth moving down to press against your neck you were quickly thrown back into that syrupy head space.

“God you’re so fucking wet” his hand led yours away from your clit to tease at your clenching hole, before pressing slowly into you with both your finger and his. The stretch had your legs shaking but Leon tried to distract you by biting into your neck and leaving a bruise behind, he moves to mark another into your skin right next to it as he guides your fingers in and out of your pussy. “Such a pretty slut, you hear that? Hear how you’re getting off on this?”

He continues using his own hand to guide yours, his thumb pressing your own to the sensitive clit so you can rub slow circles while your middle fingers keep pushing into your drooling cunt until your soaking your thighs and the sheets below you. Head lolling back onto his chest as his own watches the way your fingers disappear into you. “So pretty”.

Leon removes the fingers that were playing with your cunt, a loud whine leaving you at the sudden feeling and you can almost feel the grin radiating from him “Just so needy, huh? Can’t help yourself can you? Just need someone to fuck you dumb” he moves you to lay on your back, before situating himself between your legs and removing his shirt. Your eyes follow it up not able to focus on a single area of the muscled torso as it was revealed to you. Mouth almost drooling at the sight, and more slick gathering.

Your attention stays on him as he lifts your legs apart, his eyes darkening as they zero in on the sight between them. A low groan falling past his lips as they droop open, his tongue darting out to wet his mouth. “Slutty cunt just needs to be taken care of” and he lowers himself to the bed with your legs over his shoulder. Your hands clenching at the sheets as you anticipate the feeling of that sharp-speaking tongue right where you needed.

“She’s just crying, gonna give her kisses, say I’m sorry for being sooo mean” his voice is clouded with teasing, and you feel your thighs shaking with want as your hips rut up to try and get him to give you what you want. But instead, you feel his hand move before it comes down on your thigh with a sting “Nu uh, stay still slut” another stinging slap to your other thigh this time before it’s followed with the feeling of his teeth as he leaves another mark in your skin.

The blonde stays like that for a while, his hot breath teasing over your wet pussy as he moved to leave more marks. Getting closer and closer until you could feel his mouth ghost over your lips, whining as your hands scrunched the sheets “You’re being such a good whore, letting me turn you into a living art piece” and finally his tongue laps at your pussy lips. You moan and your thighs tense as you try to stay still for him, Leon groans at the taste of you on his tongue.

He doesn’t wait anymore, face burying into your pussy as he swirls at your clit. The stimulation has you losing control and your hips buck up into his face, Leon doesn’t move his hands to keep your hips down, instead they focus on keep your thighs apart do you’re spread open for him. His tongue moves from toying at your click to lick into your pulsing hole, and your mouth falls open at the feeling with your head falling back onto the pillow.

The blonde laps at your cunt like a starving man, your hands moving to grip his hair and tugging him forward. This time Leon follows the hint and is happy to comply as his tongue fucks into that dripping hole while his nose bumps at your clit. His eyes focus on the look on the blissed look on your face, if he wasn’t buried in heaven he’d tease you about how you’re such a good whore, doing so well for him, just laying there and taking whatever, he wants to give you. Your thighs squeeze around his head as your eyes flutter and you’re becoming nothing more than a whiny squirming mess above him.

Leon grunts as you tug his hair almost painfully, his hands kneading at the soft plush of your thighs as his tongue laps at the warmth of your pussy. He pulls you closer to his mouth making it easier to worship your heat until you’re panting and arching from the bed. The sound of Leon’s tongue lapping at you fills the room as you gush around him. Eyes rolling back as your thighs tremble and shake, he continues to lap up the mess you’re making before you settle back onto the bed.

You try to collect your breath while he pries your legs from his shoulders and lifts up. When you’re able to look up at him you watch the way your slick coats his mouth and jaw, slowly dripping down. What you don’t expect is for him to have his phone pointed at you. Pictures of the way you look, and you start to close your legs before his other hand moves to pull them apart “now now slut, keep ‘em open…gonna need something to remind me of how lovely you can be.”

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orgasming-caterpillar · 25 days

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Mahabharat characaters on Social Media: pt. 1

Yudhisthir

Mostly reblogs "Am I The Asshole?" polls and somehow each with a detailed and insightfully correct answer. Most people just look for his reblog and then vote whatever answer he's deemed right. That's how he earned the nickname "Dharmaraja"

Always explains stuff to the asks he gets and does it very politely so. You could ask him about anything and as long as he knows about it, he'll tell you about it.

Women respector since before 5000BC.

Never annoyed by hate comments on himself. Calls the fuck out of them if they disrespect his brothers.

Bheem

Posts photos of foods he likes.

Always posts about what he's cooking.

Gives gym tips to beginners.

Probably has "never stop bulking 💪" in his bio

Definitely makes it his own duty to teach his mutuals how to cook.

Arjun

Crazy good archery skills. Knows it. Shows them off.

(most people just look at his arm muscles flexing though)

Arjun: Madhav! Look at how famous this post about my archery is getting. I don't understand though. All I did was hit a bull's eye.

Krishna, looking at Arjun in that video being completely shirtless and slicked with sweat, brown skin glowing under the sun: *sweats*

Doesn't understand the thirst comments. ("Madhav what does railing mean and why does this person want me to do it to them?" "Uhm, it means they want you to "train" them haha. It's a slang. Haha." "*Replies to comment* sure I'd love to rail you")

Nakul

Sexy and he knows it.

Thirst traps.

Actually works very hard and always helps people, but he's such a troll that people just think he's a unemployed gymrat pretty boy until he attends some big event and people are like "YOU HAVE A JOB??????"

Loves his fans (I just know he'll heart each and every thirst comment go argue with a wall)

Always tagging his twin in the most random posts (most of them are jumpscares)

Sahdev

Does not want to be here

Always duets the videos nakul sends him and screams at the jumpscares ("I do not like this TRICKERY!" "The ball hit the camera Sahdev it wasn't gonna jump out the phone and hit you in the face" "I am BLOCKING YOU")

The fans love his reactions. He doesn't know, he never checks the comments.

Gives in after some time and creates a no-bullshit self help account to help people manage their life and work more efficiently

Krishn

The definition of Hot Mess™

On every platform he's on, which is every platform that exists, this man is Chaos. One post will be "My wife is so beautiful" and then "I miss Arjun" and then "here's three legal ways to loophole out of a lawsuit" and then a motivation post and then a video of a cute baby cow he saw on the sidewalk.

Pranks the fuck out of everyone and everything (his favourite victim is arjun)

Professional roaster. Has online beef with Shakuni. Insults in the most insufferable way possible you canNOT find a way to insult back it's so annoying cuz then he's like 😇🦚

Cute couple reels with Rukmini

#pt 2 on the way stay tuned #mahabharat #mahabharata #star plus mahabharat #starbharat #krishna x arjun #krishna x rukmini #mahabharat memes #incorrect mahabharat quotes #mahabharat nakul #nakula #arjuna #sahdeva #yudhisthir #bheem #mahabharat bheem #hindu mythology memes #hindu memes

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helloheyhihowdyheya · 1 year

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Ruffling Feathers

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x gn!pilot!reader

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Summary: "It’s not my fault that your callsign is a flightless bird, dumbass." OR You hated Rooster. And his mustache. ...Until he made it hard to.

Word Count: ~4.6k

Warnings: Enemies to lovers. Arguing. Quite a bit of swearing. Flirting. Jealousy. Depictions of a plane crash and hospital room. Some angst, some comfort, some suggestiveness, and lots of fluff.

*Reader's callsign is Spider

A/n: Guess I just love writing angry!Rooster lol. This one took me a little bit, but I'd love to hear what you think! Thank you for reading <3

Stomping through the corridor, your flight suit pushed down to your waist, you tried calculating how hard you’d have to punch Rooster to knock that ugly mustache off his face —- or at least the stupid smug grin he always wore. Maybe Cyclone would only give you a lecture since you’re doing everyone a favor by shutting Rooster up.

The pain from digging your fingernails into your palm did nothing to distract you from the anger rising through your body. Just when you’d get the fastest time on the team, there he’d be climbing from his plane with a time just barely beating yours. You’d answer one of Cyclone’s questions in class only for Rooster to correct you on the most insignificant detail — all with that shit-eating smile.

He was a careful pilot, one that didn’t always act on impulse. But he threw all of that out the window when it came to you, clogging the comms with his amused comments to throw you off concentration. You didn’t take that lying down, either.

But today, the back-and-forth bickering came with a cost. He’d been in the middle of throwing an insult your way, even though you were on the same team, when Coyote shouted through the comms at him.

“You’re down.”

His only response came with a string of swears.

Phoenix quickly followed with, “Got you too, Spider” as she locked onto your jet too. Her words had you dropping your head back against the seat, realizing Rooster came last with you just barely above him.

All that fighting had thrown you off, making both of your flying sloppy. You told him as much on the tarmac as you both completed 100 push ups for coming out at the bottom. As a burn bled through your arms, you considered strangling Rooster. Maybe when he wasn’t looking, like in the shower. Not that you often thought of him showering.

But now, walking toward the locker room, your anger began to subside — despite the sweat dripping along the side of your face and your aching arms. But any hope for peace shattered when you rounded the corner, nearly bumping into Rooster.

A scowl immediately overtook your expression as you stepped back, taking in his form — already clean and sweat-free. It only fueled the explosive fire inside you. “Watch where you’re going, Bradshaw,” you told him.

“You should’ve listened to that advice in the air today, sweetheart,” Rooster shot back, his gaze locked on you. He had slicked back his hair, the ends of it still dripping wet.

You crossed your arms, accidentally making your slick skin stick together. “Oh, eat shit. You sabotaged me on purpose today.”

“Oh, so trying to save your ass is sabotage now?” He lifted an eyebrow, that frustrating glint in his eyes.

“God, you just never shut up, do you? Clearly, ‘saving my ass’ didn’t work, did it? And maybe if you stopped talking for one minute, I could actually focus on flying instead of wishing my plane would ram into yours.”

“Me?” Rooster nearly shouted, his jaw ticking. He stepped just an inch closer when you nodded as if it were obvious. “You’re the one that kept saying I couldn’t fly for shit, and look who actually can’t.”

“It’s not my fault that your callsign is a flightless bird, dumbass. And that was only because you kept calling me an asshole,” you told him, now pointing a finger right into his chest.

He scoffed at you. “Oh, and I wonder why I’d ever say something like that, Spider.”

With how close his face was to yours now, you could pick out the pool of colors in his eyes or count the freckles across his tanned cheeks. And before another retort could come to mind, the sound of someone coming toward the two of you echoed from the other end of the hall.

You broke away from him, telling yourself that your quickened pulse came from how infuriated Rooster made you. “Whatever,” you muttered, sidestepping him and making the rest of the walk to the locker room, your heart in your throat the entire way.

Ripping your flight suit off and finally getting clean, even with shaky arms, you finally took a slow breath. Your fingers rubbed down your face as water from the showerhead dripped along your body. You scrubbed until your skin grew angry with you — but you just let the water wash away the day, the setbacks, and any thoughts of Rooster, promising yourself that you wouldn’t let him get the better of you again.

And you’d kept your word for a little bit, biting your tongue when he tried to get under your skin. Turning the other way when Hangman joined it to revel in the teasing. Instead, you let Phoenix rip him to shreds when they got on her nerves too. Things quieted down even — hallway spats became silent head nods as you passed one another. You’d call that a win, especially since his mouth stayed shut.

It certainly became easier to tune him out when flying, just focusing on you and the plane speeding through the air. Hangman gave an instigating laugh, but all you saw was the course to run. Breathe in, breathe out. You were a good pilot.

And when you came back down, Cyclone congratulated you on getting the fastest time of the day. You nearly waited for the inevitable “But…” that followed after Rooster, but it never came. Instead, you were met with a pat on the back from Bob and Phoenix and no extra push ups for the day.

Your body felt lighter as you walked to the locker room, back to your room, and even all the way to The Hard Deck. Fresh and wearing clothes that actually fit well, you entered arm-in-arm with Phoenix to the bar.

You two ordered drinks, chatting with Penny as the place grew busier as the night passed along. She quickly became too distracted to keep talking, but you just sipped on your drink, enjoying the good mood. More pilots arrived, giving you the chance to talk with them in between turns at the pool table.

Coyote even convinced Bob to a game, goading the rest of you into placing bets. The laughter and smiles between everyone brought a glow to your vision. You and Phoenix were the only ones to bet on Bob winning, but it was worth it for his wide grin.

And despite Rooster also showing up, in that horrible Hawaiian shirt of his, you still managed to avoid him and keep civil. He didn’t even try to instigate anything — though that didn’t stop you from looking away any time he caught your eyes on him. But the competitive game going on proved distraction enough.

Coming down to the final shot, the game had every pilot leaning in. Several of them threw comments out to distract Bob as he lined up his shot. But a smile broke out on your face as Bob sunk the 8 ball, beating Coyote, and leaving both of them with looks of complete disbelief.

You threw up your hands, clapping louder than all the booing. Others eventually joined in despite their losing bets, cheering for Bob’s unexpected victory. The way Coyote shook his head had you giggling until your stomach hurt.

You gave a congratulatory pat on Bob’s shoulder as you thanked him for the money he won you. Collecting the pool of cash along with Phoenix, you told her, “Going to head to the bar, spend my winnings on another drink.”

She gave you a smile before you weaved through the crowd. Over the cheers and music, you asked Penny for another drink as you counted up your winnings. Plenty happy with the amount, you waited, turning around and resting your body back against the bar’s edge. The bubbling warmth never left your body when you hung out like this. Though a voice to your side broke you from the moment.

“You can put that drink on my tab, actually. Thanks.”

Turning, you were met with a handsome man you hadn’t seen here before. As Penny handed you your drink, you gave her a gracious nod.

“Thank you, um…”

“Will,” he answered for you with a smile. And he certainly did have a nice smile. “To celebrate your victory.” He nodded toward the pool table, raising a beer to your drink.

“Well, he did all the work,” you laughed, leaning forward just an inch, though it was enough to pick up on the comforting scent coming from Will. You happily took a sip along with him.

“But you were smart enough to bet on him.”

A smile broke out on your face, gesturing out a hand as you said, “See! Finally, someone recognizes my gambling prowess.”

He bit back a grin of his own as he leaned his head in closer. His finger pointed toward the pool table again as he asked, “Alright, so since you’re an expert, who’s going to win the next one?”

You felt the heat of his body radiating onto you. The waves of it proved slightly distracting as you saw Hangman and Fanboy racking up the pool balls. Still staring at them, trying to hold back the warmth rushing to your cheeks, you said, “Tall, blond one definitely. He’ll cheat if he has to.”

“Okay, I won’t be going up against him then,” he laughed.

You turned back to Will, watching him run a hand through his dark hair. Did you wish your hand was going through his hair? Probably.

He then asked, “Since you know how to pick winners, what are the odds of you beating me in pool?”

Raising your eyebrows, you told him, “Never seen you play, but I’d have to guess that you’d sink two in before I win.”

Lifting up his hands in surrender, Will shook his head. “Fair enough. I won’t put money on the line for that game. But…” he said, dragging his eyes across you, “what are the odds, then, of me taking you out sometime?”

You tried fighting the grin etching along your face at his cheesiness, not that you minded all that much when it came with that smile. As you were about to respond, the last person you wanted to see snuggled right up to your side.

“Hey Spider, Phoenix’s been asking for you,” Rooster said. His arm rested against the bar right behind your back, the weight of it along your spine.

You looked between him and Will, your teeth grinding together. “I’m sure she can wait a minute, Bradshaw.”

“Said it was important,” he insisted, smiling the entire time at the two of you.

“Fine,” you muttered, offering a fake grin to Rooster. “I’ll be right back,” you told Will.

You pushed past Rooster, weaving through the crowd once again with your fist clenched. Of course he had to show up. You shook your head, willing yourself to keep him from getting to you.

Back with the team, you came back to find Hangman in the lead against Fanboy and quickly returned to Phoenix.

“Hey, what’s up? What’s going on?” you asked, hoping something terrible wasn’t happening.

But she sat there, beer in hand and a wide smile until she processed your words. “Just watching them play. What’s wrong?” Her eyebrows furrowed together. “Does it have to do with that hunk chatting you up over there… Oh, where’d he go?”

Your face twisted as you turned, standing on the tips of your toes and straining your neck to see over everyone. Right where you and Will had been was now occupied by strangers, the man nowhere to be seen. But you did find Rooster as he walked back toward your team.

“No goddamn way.” You muttered it under your breath, your face dropping in disbelief. “Hold this, I’m going to kick Bradshaw’s ass,” you told Phoenix. The blood rushing through you pounded in your ears, blocking out anything she might’ve said.

“Where is he?” you asked, venom laced in your voice as you walked up to Rooster. The laidback hang of his shoulders and that dumb fucking mustache nearly made you scream your words at him.

But Rooster just raised an eyebrow at you, holding his beer. “Where’s who?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to take a breath. “Will. The man I was talking with before you interrupted, remember?”

“Ah, right. He left, had to go somewhere.”

“God, Rooster. What did you say to him?” you asked, shoving a finger into his chest. “Though I don’t know why I’m asking since you’ll probably lie like you did about Phoenix.” You crossed your arms, squeezing them against your body.

Rooster sighed, bringing his beer up to his mouth to take a sip.

“Look, I’ve seen him around here before. Goes home with someone different every time.”

Scoffing at him, you stared daggers through his eyes. “You’re so full of bullshit. Even if that is true, I can find that out for myself, okay? You’re not my dad or something.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to save you from getting your feelings hurt,” he said, pretending to put his hands in the air like he was innocent. “God knows how bad we’d crash and burn if your heartbroken ass did worse up there.”

You stepped back, feeling like he knocked the air from your lungs. Pushing past him, your shoulder hitting his, you left The Hard Deck — not even to find Will. You couldn’t handle either of them right now, not when you had to deal with Rooster ruining your night while pretending to care about you.

After that, for your sake, you’d made it your mission to stay away from him as much as possible. You refused to acknowledge his comments or even look his way. Classes were quieter, and insults were no longer thrown across the halls at each other. At least you wouldn’t be misplacing your trust again.

You had other teammates you could rely on, could trust with your life. But either fate hated you or Cyclone loved drama because he paired you up with Bradley Bradshaw once again — as if the universe and the class had to have another laugh at your misery. You just nodded your head at Cyclone as he named the two of you off, standing so still as if it could help you disappear.

Talking rose again as duos came together to discuss the practice exercise. But not the two of you. Your hard stare just fixated on the horizon. Even hearing him clear his throat set your body on edge.

“I’m, uh, sorry for how last weekend went,” Rooster offered, rocking back and forth on his heels.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, not needing it to cause a lecture from Cyclone on how to work with your teammates. Your refusal to give an answer left a space of buzzing silence, one that Rooster filled again. “Didn’t mean to sabotage it, but I’m not letting a dickhead mess with my friends, alright?”

“Friends?” you asked, finally turning to look at him. “Is that what we are, Rooster?”

“Look, we’re on a team. We watch each other’s backs.”

A scoff escaped under your breath. “Oh, like when you got the both of us killed the last time we were on a team?”

As the words left your lips, Rooster placed his hand on your shoulder. The grip made you look at him straight, the sound of everyone else drifting to the background. “I never tried to sabotage you up there. I really tried to save your life. Okay?” His fingers squeezed when you didn’t answer. “Okay?”

With scrunched eyebrows, you said, “Okay, fine. Doesn’t mean you don’t flood the comms with useless talking to distract me, though.”

As his hand dropped back to his side, he raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh, so I’m distracting to you?” And there it was, that Bradshaw smug grin back in place. A small part of you in the back of your mind, or the left side of your chest, had missed it.

You weakly pushed against his arm, shaking your head. “I’m going to rip your mustache off.”

Cyclone called you all to start the exercise, the two of you among the first up. As you walked to your jets, Rooster said, “Oh, so you’re thinking about my mustache now? I understand, she is a beauty.”

You let out a long groan while fighting back a smile, which he absolutely saw through, before pulling on your helmets. Climbing into the plane and strapping in, you let the few moments of silence before flying into the sky center yourself again — to not let Rooster, good or bad, get in your head.

It was a regular dogfighting exercise, one that’d become part of the curriculum since Maverick came through. But it’d be you and Rooster against Hangman and Payback.

In the air, before it even began, in the buzzing quiet before it all descended into chaos, Hangman flew past you much too close for comfort. It shook your jet, making you let out a long sigh. You looked to your side, watching Rooster give you a thumbs up before Cyclone appeared in the comms.

“First team to get a lock on both members of the other team wins. That easy,” he told you all.

That easy. They were good pilots, you all were. It’d be a long fight.

Immediately, you and Rooster split off in opposite directions. He climbed higher toward Hangman as you dropped, aiming for Payback’s jet.

Payback broke left, rolling his plane to the side as he evaded you. The world around you, the wispy clouds and landscape below, blurred past. Each time you came close to locking on, he’d pitch up or hit the throttle — always keeping you just out of reach.

“Spider, Hangman’s closing in on your six,” Rooster said through the comms.

In an instant, all of your focus on trying to eliminate Payback now switched to evading in any way you could.

“Almost got you now, Spider…” you could hear Hangman say. Your jaw clenched, your muscles squeezing harder with each passing second.

Braking hard, you rolled right toward the nearby cliffs, trying to keep him from locking on. You gained altitude with the little time you had of shaking Hangman for just a second, flying back around until you saw Payback in your view again.

If you went for him, Hangman would certainly be back on you in an instant.

But Rooster’s voice hit your ears. “Go for it.”

With those three little words, you threw your trust into Rooster. You sped up, diving for Payback and leaving Rooster to cover you. And he did. Without a second thought.

“Got lock.”

“You’re down!”

Your voice mixed with Hangman’s, two simultaneous kills. Hangman left Payback at your mercy. Rooster sacrificed himself to Hangman.

“See you back at base, Spider. Give him hell,” Rooster said, his jet peeling off and heading in the opposite direction alongside Payback’s.

You pulled up, looking all around for Hangman — until he showed up on your radar just below you.

“It’s almost too easy,” he drawled with that lazy laugh.

Hitting the brakes, you pulled behind him. Just as you angled down, close to locking on, he rolled left, pitching the plane up and trying to loop behind you.

The two of you switched back and forth, the unrelenting sun piercing through the glass. Sweat began to bead along your forehead, dripping down to your neck.

Only once you’d chased Hangman toward the cliffs did you gain any sort of hope of taking him down. His flying became just a bit more reckless, giving you a chance to counter his maneuvers. Your lock grew closer and closer to his jet, your victory on the tip of your tongue.

The lock sound began to buzz as you said, “Got y-”

Your plane shook as something rammed into your plane. Only once Hangman’s voice shouting “Bird strike!” did you register what happened.

The damage done to your jet’s engines appeared at once, the jerking of your jet ate down to your core.

“Left engine out,” you panted, pressing the button to cut fuel to it as you tried gaining altitude. Your body felt heavy, falling back into the seat with panicked breaths. The right engine quickly caught too, leaving your dashboard blinking every warning light it could manage. Your stomach climbed into your throat as you lost control, the plane beginning to spin out.

Your hands shakily wrapped around the ejection handle, your lungs feeling squeezed tight. Pulling as hard as you could, your seat flew from the jet. Between the jerk of your body as the parachute released and the fiery crash of your plane into the ground a few moments later, you barely saw anything before hitting the desert all too fast.

You vaguely remembered rolling, or maybe the world was spinning, before you were consumed by darkness.

–

In flashes of memories, you caught the intense whirring of a helicopter, vague shapes of people rushing around you, and… was that Rooster? You couldn’t be sure, not when the pain took hold of your body, pulling you down under again.

–

The echoing emergency alarms of your jet slowly bled into the beeping of medical machines, the light of the sun into bright fluorescents above, and the lingering voice of your team… stayed.

As your eyes fought to open, the world came into focus in bits and pieces. Your throat felt so dry and painful — but it left your mind when the aching of the rest of your body rose to the surface. The groan tumbling from your mouth only fueled the sting.

But he did help, ready at your side and telling you to take it easy.

“Hey, Spider. Slow down. Hey,” Rooster pleaded, his voice desperate against your ears. But only once his hand gingerly wrapped around yours did you finally stop fighting.

You turned to look at him, mind still fuzzy. But it wasn’t hard to focus on him, your gaze unable to rip away from the dark honey of his eyes.

“Hi.” His whisper entwined around each curve of you, settling onto your skin like a blanket you never wanted to take off.

You grabbed the cup of water he handed you, gulping it down until it soothed your throat.

“Hi,” you finally returned, offering a slight smile. Laying back in the bed, feeling the slight pull of the tubes attached to your body, you asked, “So, what’s my damage?”

Your head lulled to the side, watching Rooster slightly relax at last. The clench of his jaw eased, his shoulders fell.

“Nothing that could stop you. Fractured bone here, internal bleeding there…” he joked, but his grin didn’t reach his eyes. “But you’re alive. You’ll be just fine.”

That eased your nagging thoughts, though you guessed he said it for himself as much as he said it for you.

You squeezed his hand, loving the weight of it on yours. “Thank you.”

He nearly rolled his eyes, as if to say that he didn’t deserve it. “For what?” he asked, the taste of bitterness dripping from his words.

“For having my back, Rooster.”

You said it like it was the most obvious thing. It was to you. Even though he didn’t always show it in the way you’d expect, or even like for that manner, he was there.

He nodded. “You’d do the same for me.”

You would. In a heartbeat.

He whispered, “We all heard you on the radio as it happened. I made them let me on the helicopter to rescue you… Thought you were gone. Couldn’t handle it.” His hand rested over his mouth, his eyes fixed on the ground.

“I’m here, okay? You said it, I’ll be just fine,” you told him, wanting to pull him in if you weren’t stuck in this bed. But then his words registered. “Wait, you forced yourself onto the rescue helicopter? Are you insane?”

You smacked his arm, scoffing at him. You teased him, but it brought a smile to his face.

“That’s what you got from that? Okay, this is the last time I admit to caring about you,” he said behind a wave of laughter bubbling out.

Though all it did was further fuel you, bringing a disbelieving look to your face. “Oh my god, Rooster. I get it now. You were totally jealous of Will.”

“Oh god, why would I be jealous of that tool?” he groaned, pulling away from you. “I think your pain meds are too strong.”

“Calling him a tool like that is such a jealous thing to say!”

“Not if he’s actually a tool.”

You brought your hands to your lap, playing with the sheet as you said, “Wow, who would’ve thought that Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw actually cared abou-”

“I know you didn’t have to do those push ups with me, Spider,” he interrupted. He looked straight at you then, not even fighting his kind smile. “That punishment was only for last place, and you didn’t get last.”

You pursed your lips, feeling a heat rise to your cheeks under his gaze. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to give him an innocent look. But you did, and you knew that he had gotten last trying to save you, even when the two of you bickered, so you paid the price with him.

His eyes softened. “I think you do. And I think that you also care more than you let on.”

Goosebumps erupted across your skin as Rooster grabbed your hand again, his thumb rubbing along the backs of your fingers. You stared down at where your bodies intertwined as you asked, “Did you really wait here for me the whole time?”

He nodded, his swept-back hair falling forward. But at your growing smile, he warned, “Spider, don’t ruin this.”

“You’re just a big ol’ softy, aren’t you? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like like me.” You laughed despite the ache that came with it. It meant you were alive, after all.

Rubbing a hand down his face, he said, “I think that’s enough. You’ve ruined it. Happy now?”

“Quite.”

After a comfortable silence spread through the room, just the sounds of your breathing and the machines beeping, Rooster said, “I do like you. Hope you know that.”

The flutter in your chest spread through your body, pushing the pain to the back to be replaced by a floating feeling. You didn’t think it would take so much for Rooster to admit his feelings, but you supposed it didn’t surprise you.

He looked to you, worry etched into the curves of his face as he waited for your response. It barely looked like he breathed, sitting frozen still until you answered.

Shaking your head, you told him, “Rooster, if you don’t kiss me right now, I’m really going to rip off your mustache this time.”

A wide, toothy grin overtook his face. “There you go again about my mustache… You’re obsessed, aren’t you?” he said, his hand moving to rest on your cheek.

Rooster inched closer, careful to not put any weight on you or cause any pain. “Is this okay?” he whispered against your lips.

But impatience ran through you, making you twist your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pull him against you. Melting into him, you thought this felt better than any painkillers the doctors could prescribe you. It made you dizzy and craving more, until you were broken apart by Phoenix obnoxiously clearing her throat from the doorway.

As he kissed you one more time, the rest of the world drifting away, you couldn’t quite say you hated his mustache anymore.

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Written for @subeddieweek, day five.

Today Is Not Tomorrow

Prompt: Omegaverse/Posessive | Word Count: 2043 | Rating: E | CW: Role Playing Hints of DubCon | Tags: Long-Term Relationship, Older Steddie, Role Playing in Public, Omegaverse, Heat, Teasing, Alpha Steve, Omega Eddie, A Look at Aging, Light Hurt/Comfort, Lasting Love

Eddie sits on the barstool, and he's not wearing blockers of any kind tonight. An act of defiance. He's throwing his scent all over the place, right as he's rushing headlong into his heat, and he knows it's sweet as fuck. Cloying. He knows how he smells, even if it's hard to smell something you're around everyday. He's nearly noseblind to it after all these years, but he's not totally unaware of his own scent.

And neither are the alphas in the bar, apparently, because they're circling like sharks smelling fresh blood in the water. No, that's just a little bit of slick and pheromones. Everybody's got 'em, what's the big fucking deal? Honestly.

Tonight, here in this bar, he's been touched, brushed against, and groped half a dozen times already. Is he asking for it, being here as his heat is ramping up? Maybe. But he still says no to each of them. And some take no for an answer. Some others growl at him, at each other.

Eddie is tired of this. He's just trying to have a beer, but he's surrounded by alpha bullshit this, alpha bullshit that. He's truly, and well over it by his age. He's not a young omega, hasn't been for a long fucking time, and he's definitely not in need of a savior, never has been. They're all knotheads, and while that sounds great, in theory, he remembers being young. Remembers how it was never what he actually wanted, once he got them between his thighs. Not really. He could never trust them enough to enjoy the act of submission that he's always longed for, so he learned to do without. He'd take care of himself on his own, before he'd drag home some random asshole alpha.

He wants to get held down and fucked, but not by any of these dickheads. He'll wind up bitten and bred, and no fucking thanks.

Not for the first time, he thinks if he were an alpha instead of an omega, he'd never have to put up with this.

He doesn't give a fuck, he can handle himself, he thinks, just a second before he's scruffed by the back of the neck, and he tenses just for a moment, before he goes limp in the alpha's grasp. Submitting, instantly.

Fucking godammit. He kind of hates himself for it. Maybe he can't handle it all on his own.

"You're coming home with me," the alpha commands, and Eddie's whole body melts into the alpha's voice, hand. It shouldn't work on him, it wouldn't, not usually, but it has in this instance. Jesus H. Christ.

Then he's tugged off his barstool, the alpha throwing a handful of bills on the bar, as he leads Eddie off, like he's a pup that needs to be manhandled into submission.

Maybe he's exactly that.

Maybe he wants to be.

Eddie tries to get a whiff of this alpha, to see if he even likes the smell of him, but the bar is full of alphas, and they're all mixed together in an overwhelming stench.

"What makes you think you're so goddamn special?" Eddie asks, and the alpha tightens his grip on Eddie's neck, not allowing him to move, let alone run. Not that it would matter if he did try to flee, he'd be chased, he knows he would, and easily caught, he's certain.

This alpha is bigger, stronger, and adamant. Eddie can't win against any of those things.

The alpha pushes him up against the alleyway wall, face-first, shoving his knee between Eddie's legs. Pressing upwards.

"You soaking wet for me?" he asks, close to Eddie's ear.

"I think you know the answer to that, unless your nose is busted," Eddie answers, laying his head against the filthy bricks. The knee is pressed harder, higher, and Eddie's body betrays him, releasing more slick, getting ready. Sending out a blatant invitation.

His biology, overtaking his brain.

Then the alpha spins him around, and sinks to his knees, burying his face right in Eddie's crotch, sucking in a deep breath.

It's the filthiest thing Eddie's ever experienced, and now he's even wetter than before. Throbbing with need. Want.

"It's not broken," the alpha says, and presses his face right up against him, even harder. Breathing deep and greedy.

"Do I even get a name, if you're gonna shove your nose in my crotch like a bad dog?" Eddie asks, reaching down and running his fingers through thick hair, pulling, just a little.

The alpha looks up, with big, expressive eyes.

"Alpha," he says, and Eddie glowers down at him.

"Yeah, no," Eddie snaps. "Not happening. You're not my alpha. And even if you were, I'm not into that bullshit."

He gets growled at for his trouble, and Eddie growls back. It doesn't have the bark, and definitely none of the bite, and the alpha throws his head back and laughs.

"That's cute," he finally says, and Eddie seethes.

"You're going home with me. And I'm gonna take what you desperately want me to have."

Eddie can't even argue, he's floating away at the idea. His heat finally hitting in full force, making its feelings on the situation known.

The betrayal of his own goddamn body.

He's suddenly flushed, and so fucking hot, burning up, and he needs to be out of these clothes, so he nods, and the alpha smiles, caressing his hips, before rising back up onto his feet.

"Take me home," Eddie says, and the alpha does just that.

Eddie is writhing under the alpha, flushed with desire, rolling along with his heat. Feeling drunk on it. Needing the release. Crazy with want, panting, begging, needing. Needing more. Needing everything.

Relishing the feel of the alpha's big hands pressing his wrists to the bed, holding him down, taking. And Eddie gives. Gives this alpha everything he has. All the control, all the power.

He closes his eyes and just feels. Feels his own body, feels the alpha's cock sliding in and out, feels the knot that's forming, threatening to catch and lock them together, at any minute.

And it does.

The knot catches, and the teeth sink in, biting him hard, and Eddie comes. Clenches down on the knot he's now locked to, and comes all over his own belly at the feeling of the teeth in his neck. When the alpha finally lets go, Eddie puts his hand to his neck, pressing against the wound.

"You just go around biting everyone you meet in a bar?" Eddie snaps, but he smiles.

"Only when they belong to me," Steve says, and Eddie laughs.

"You think I'm your property?" Eddie asks, raising his eyebrow, a question. A challenge.

"Oh no, I'm not that stupid. I'm not new here," Steve says, nuzzling his face against Eddie's neck. Licking at the wound.

And it makes Eddie smile. Because he does belong to Steve. Has, for a very long time. And Steve belongs to him, too. Steve's definitely not new here, so he's definitely not gonna let Steve get by with just saying that. It's just not how things work in their house.

Eddie will submit, wants to, loves to, but he damn well doesn't want that commented upon like it's a goddamn given. It's his choice to make, always has been.

Even as his body makes demands.

And now that his body has finally given in, gotten what it wanted, the foggy feeling has been snatched away. Too fast. Too abrupt. It never used to be this way.

Before, he could ride the wave of his heat for hours, for days, lost. Adrift. Steve taking care of him, such good care, being inside him, day and night. Holding him down, fucking him, loving him, and keeping his omega desires beyond sated.

Because he trusts Steve. His husband. His mate. His alpha.

His body would be filled, and loved, and fucking worshipped. And he could float off into space, indefinitely, while it was happening.

And now his body is betraying him.

These days, after he comes one fucking time, it's like the dial on his heat is turned from eleven down to zero. From blaring heavy metal, to complete radio silence in an instance. No pleasant buzzing in his brain to be found anywhere, only the ringing in his ears, left behind with the sudden absence of it. Like he'd hadn't been lost in his heat, just minutes ago.

It sucks.

It'll start buzzing again later, slowly picking up for round two, probably, hopefully, but the harsh change right now threatens to drag him low.

He misses what once was.

He clutches at Steve's back.

"Watching all those alphas approaching you, thinking they had a chance," Steve says, giving the barest roll of his hips, all he can manage while they're locked together in this way. It probably hurts Steve, but he does it anyway, and Eddie moans at the tugging sensation at his opening.

It brings him back to Steve.

He's so full. So taken care of. So loved.

And has been for years, decades.

"You got jealous?" Eddie asks.

"Always," Steve says, "they don't get to touch you. Scent you. That's mine. You're all mine."

And Steve's cock must agree, because it gives another spurt, filling Eddie even further with come.

"Easy there, hot shot, you're old. You'll dehydrate yourself," Eddie says, and Steve laughs.

But then Eddie tells him, voice serious, "I'm all yours."

And Steve growls, low in his chest, possessive.

"You better not be growling at me, sweetheart," Eddie teases, and Steve rolls it over into a purr, smiling. "That's better."

He'll submit to Steve in bed any day of the week, wants to, and feels fucking amazing when he does. But he's still Eddie, and that will never change. He's an omega, but he's his own goddamn man, out of this bed.

Luckily, Steve seems to love that about him. Has always loved that about him.

Eddie thought he was a bad omega in his youth, and was sure he didn't give a fuck about any of it. Then, along came Steve.

He's not a bad omega, because he's Steve's perfect one. He's been told that enough, to believe it to be true.

Steve's knot eventually goes down, and then he slides out of Eddie. He's immediately down between Eddie's legs, fussing, "You okay?"

Eddie's okay, he's just getting old, and he can't take what he could at twenty or even thirty or forty. He's sure his days of getting heats are coming to an end any day now, as sporadic as they are anymore, and in some respects, he feels like, good fucking riddance.

In others, he'll miss it. Miss what it is, what it might mean, for them as a pair.

Steve's ruts still come like clockwork, and biology isn't fair.

Eddie worries that he might not even get to submit to Steve if there's no heady undercurrent telling him to, guiding him.

He worries he won't be as attractive, as alluring to Steve, once he's no longer throwing down the major pheromones.

"Where'd you go?" Steve asks, taking a break from running his tongue all around Eddie's opening, cleaning him up. Soothing any hurts.

"Worrying that maybe this was the last time," Eddie whispers, and squeezes his eyes shut.

"Honey," Steve says, crawling up Eddie's body, laying on top of him, heavy and protective. Giving him the feeling of security that comes in no other way, can't.

"I'm good," he tells Steve, then smiles into Steve's neck, "You're a good alpha."

And Steve purrs at the praise, at the love, and it rattles against Eddie's chest, soothing him. Making all his worries slip away. Eddie knows that's what Steve gets off on the most. Their love, their bond.

And that's going nowhere. Heat, no heat.

Nothing can change their love, their connection, and Eddie melts into the sheets, and just relaxes under Steve's body.

"Do you want me to stay on top of you?" Steve asks, and Eddie does.

"Please," Eddie answers. Wrapping his arms around Steve's middle, squeezing him tight.

Today is not tomorrow, and it's not yesterday either, and submitting to that fact means he's just gonna stay right here. In the present.

With Steve.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @subeddieweek and follow along with the fun! 🖤

Notes: This was my first foray into writing omegaverse, ever. I enjoyed the new challenge, but it quickly turned into a bit of a character study on aging without my permission, lol. I don't even know if the menopause equivalent has a counterpart in omegaverse lore. Welp, it does here, I guess.

My other fics for this challenge week:

Day One Day Two Day Three Day Four Day Six Day Seven

#subeddieweek #steddie fic #omegaverse #sub eddie munson #thisapplepielife: subeddieweek #thisapplepielife: short fic #omega eddie munson #alpha steve harrington

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abibliophobiaa · 8 months

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Steve - planning 🫣

the one where you and steve make the most of being locked in a wine cellar.

s.h. x f!reader, little mean, unprotected p in v hate (is it really though?) sex. 18+ (1.2K)

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“Gonna turn around for me, baby? Wanna see that pretty face when I make you come.”

His hands worked at the fabric of your dress. Hiked it up and over the slope of your ass, giving it a hard slap. Rubbed a soothing circle over the span of it with a mocking coo when you hissed. The sting ached low in your cunt, throbbing in tandem with your heartbeat. You muffled your moan into a forearm, palms braced against the stone slab wall, nail polish likely chipping from your bruising grip.

“Don’t wanna look at you,” you bit out, clenching your teeth as his fingers glided along the flesh of your backside, the seam of your thigh, stopping at the edge of your panties. “Just want you to fuck me, Harrington. That was the deal.”

“One time,” he repeated, toying with the dainty lace fabric covering your soaked slit. You nearly sobbed as he pushed the material to the side and glided a thick digit across your heat, trailing lazy circles around your clit, teasing along your center. Pressing, and yet not sinking in. You cursed low on your breath. “Just to get it out of our system since we’re locked down here anyway.”

And even that had been silly. A proposed idea after the weeks of arguing between the two of you. Like an old married couple, Eddie had joked, before you tossed a pillow at his head and Chrissy nearly shrieked at you for endangering her ‘lovey’s’ face so close to the wedding.

“Yeah,” you growled out, whirling around in his arms to face him. “So what’s it gonna be?”

And it wasn’t like you hated Steve Harrington.

You just — didn’t like him.

He’d been nothing but jovial, cocky even, always flashing his daddy’s credit card, trying to “one up” you on wedding planning.

Oh, you booked a nice little room with a view for the joint bachelor and bachelorette party?

Yeah, well, he’d upgraded it to a lofty five-star hotel overlooking the beach.

Oh, you had work and couldn’t help them put together centerpieces?

Harrington swooped in like Batman himself, ready to save the day.

It was infuriating. And he took pleasure in it. Some sadistic pleasure, mouth always twitching when you accepted your defeat.

He was just — too good, too perfect, too this, that, and all the things you hated.

But fuck it, if he wasn’t handsome.

Perfect nose, sculpted arms, that gorgeous face, broad shoulders and arms that now bracketed you on either side, enveloped you close.

His kiss was dominating. Mouth crashing into yours as he backed you against the stone wall.

The slabs chilled your back, the low swoop of your dress exposing it to the elements. Indents from your fingernails likely carved into the skin of his shoulders you clenched as he muttered, “Hold onto me,” into your opened mouth.

Thighs were hiked up and over his hips, your backside coming up to rest against a shelf.

“Hurry,” you rasped, aware that any moment someone could walk down those stairs and find the two of you like this.

Bodies pressed close, mouths connected, fingers roaming over exposed flesh. With a groan, the man before you pushed his pants down and over his thighs, cock slapping up against his stomach, eager for you. Impossibly long and thick enough to have your eyes widening, mouth watering.

He snickered. “You know, this is the quietest I think you’ve ever been. See something you like?”

“Shut up, Harrington.” You barked, but there was little bite. “I hope you know how to back up that ego of yours.”

“Now that wasn’t very nice,” he teased against your collar bone. The asshole dragged his head through your slick folds, grinning widely as it caught against your center, eliciting a desperate unbidden plea from your lips. “What did you just say?”

Another drag.

Up and down, tapping at your clit until you jolted in his arms, caging him in tighter with your vice grip around his hips.

Steve leaned down, the ghost of a kiss along your lips, the corner of your mouth, the curve of your jaw. Traced the path of your pulse to feel it jump as his cockhead prodded at your center once more.

“Please.”

You conceded.

Waved the white flag.

Accepted defeat.

Welcomed it willingly.

“Now was that so hard?” He mused, pushing in and robbing you both of air. “Ohmygod.”

“Move,” you stuttered out, eyes clenching shut in tandem with your cunt as he pulled all the way out and slid back in, hazel eyes roaming your face as he watched your reactions. “Fuck, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“Wasted all that time fighting when we could have been doing this.” He gasped again, pulling back until you ached with it, before pushing in until you were so utterly full and deliciously split open on him. “Feels so fuckin’ good.”

His pace hastened, gaze dropping down to where you were connected. Watched himself fuck into you as a hand kneaded over the dough of your ass, holding you tighter to him.

“Look so good taking me like this, baby.”

Heat crawled up your spine at his words. His long fingers reached between the two of you, gliding over the soft fabric of your dress. Settled over your clit, determined fingers ready to make you come.

Hazel eyes flashed behind your half-lidded gaze, mouth rounding in a broken keen as he pressed down and circled, the pace of his fingers starting to match the languid drag of his thick cock inside of you.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good —”

“Steve, Steve —”

“Come on, pretty girl,” he rasped, lips pressing tight against yours, fingers wrapping loosely around your neck in a way that had your hand gripping at the globe of his ass, spurring his hips on harder against yours. “Want you to come on my cock. Make a mess all over it. Want it —”

It was too much. The sound of your slick mixing with his between your thighs. The fleshy slaps of his thighs hitting the backs of yours. The grunted breaths. The dizzying fingers between your thighs. The way he drove into you, relentless and determined. The weight of his body against yours.

You shattered, forearm draped over his shoulders tugging him closer to muffle your cry of “Shit!” into his chest.

He came apart after you, holding you close in his arms as his hips stuttered against yours. You wanted to hate him as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the curve of your cheek. Wanted to hate him as he tucked himself into his pants and helped you down off the shelf he’d propped you up onto — as he helped smooth down your dress and fix your messy lipstick.

There was little time to think about it, however, because the door swung open at last and Chrissy called down into the open cellar, “I’m so sorry, guys! We just got back from the store. We didn’t know you were down here still.”

But neither of you minded. Not as he pressed a hand to the small of your back and guided you up the stairs. Nor as he remained at your side, like a boy with a sordid secret, as you stepped into the main room and found yourselves greeted by Eddie and Chrissy, opened a bottle of champagne on the table between them, glasses already filled. As though they’d started without you.

“Hey, Steve,” Eddie called, grinning toothily. “Your shirt is on backwards.”

He glanced down, and your cheeks burned.

…Because he’d never taken it off.

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#Steve Harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #Steve Harrington x f!reader #steve harrington x reader smut

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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I feel like musician Eren would definitely make y/n feel better about her nose being “too big” if she was ever insecure about it!

no because poor (y/n) has definitely had a fair share of people come at you since becoming famous. A good majority of influencers have fillers, BBL’s, rhinoplasty, the works. Hell, it was practically a rite of passage in South Beach to get work done of some kind. And even though you were a firm supporter in everyone doing whatever it took to look and feel their best. But it was your personal choice to maintain your natural body from head to toe. Only working out and dancing to gain your curvaceous figure. Even at the expense of ridicule. You loved your features, and your followers and admirers alike always doted on your beauty. Saying that they had never seen someone so pretty; but you’d often times get a ton of backhanded comments on your photos…telling you how much prettier you’d look if you got a nose job, or that maybe you should bleach a little..all awful things that you’d ignore for the most part. But as confident as you were, it didn’t mean they stung any less sometimes. So when Eren would find you in front of you guys’ bathroom mirror, picking and overanalyzing your face as you sat in a robe..preparing for a shoot, he’d be quick to clear your head of any doubts..in his own special way!

“I don’t know, babe. Maybe I should do something. There’s this surgeon—“

“And ruin that face? Are you insane, (y/n)? There isn’t a single thing about you that isn’t fucking perfect as is. No offense, but you’d be an idiot to ever go under the knife to change a thing about yourself.”

and you don’t wanna hear it and he hates being remotely harsh with you but it’s needed. Coming up behind you, placing his arms around your collarbone, kissing your temple and gently brushing your cheek. “Princess, do you not realize how beautiful you are? Half of the girls in Miami are out here going broke, trying to get what you were born with and you wanna get surgery? Your nose is cute as hell. And I’ll beat anybody’s ass who says otherwise.” Because he just knows someone got slick in your comment section again to trigger this little self pity fest. “Matter of fact, let me go scroll real quick. I got something for that for that asshole.”

and now you have to calm him down. 😭

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love-islike-abomb · 3 months

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Roman reigns x Avra (OC)

Inspired by current events unfolding in the iwc🤭

Warnings: angst, smut, fluff, errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @foreverlyjay @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons

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"why is that asshole even here?" Avra said rolling her eyes. Everyone in the locker room knew she hated Cody and some found sneaky ways to mock her for it but she didn't care. She hated that man with every fiber of her being! Seeing fans calling him "daddy" made her sick to her stomach. She knew who he really was and the WWE universe was to blind to see it.

"baby I know you don't like him but-" Roman started but was cut off by Avra "don't like him is the understatement of the year so far!" He makes me wanna puke!" She said crossing her arms.

Roman sighed rubbing her arms trying to calm his wife down but her anger towards Cody just being in the same building as her was making her judgement cloudy "I've seen these idiots online calling him 'daddy' and I wanna throw up!" She said looking down at the floor. Roman out his finger under her chin moving her gaze to meet his "I can fix that!" He said wiggling his eye brows earning a smile and giggle from her "there's my girl!" He smiled "he pulled her close to him and leaned his lips to her with "what if I bend you over right here? Or make you get on your knees?" He growled, making her bite her lip "I wouldn't object!"

"on your knees!" He commanded

"yes sir!" She said with a mischievous smirk.

"what's my name baby girl?" He asked, running his hands through her hair.

"daddy!" She smiled.

"that's my good girl!" He smiled back, reaching his hand down to her to pull her up "I'm gonna pound that pussy! The whole locker room is gonna know my name!" He growled, before spinning her around and bending her over the side of the couch. He slid her dress up and pulled her red lace thong down, lowering his shorts to his knees.

Running the tip through her slick folds, he loved the feeling of her squirming against him, begging him to give her what she wanted. "Roman please!" She begged before he slid himself inside her, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice and him filling her up, stretching her out for him. Loud groans of pure bliss escaping both their lips before he slowly began to move "fuck! Daddy your so big!" She groaned. "You like that baby? You like how daddy fills this pussy?" He growled.

"yes daddy!" She groaned looking back him over her shoulder, moving her hips against his "oh yeah baby girl! Fuck yourself on my cock!" He growled "you look so beautiful when you drunk on lust!" He said grabbing her hips, snapping his hips against hers "ugh fuck!" She groaned, trying to hold her moans in. He grabbed her hair pulling her head backwards "let the whole locker room know who makes this pussy feel good Baby! Let them know what I do to you!" He growled "that pussy is gripping my cock! You close baby?" He groaned. All she could do was nod her head, his hips snapping harder against hers "oh fuck yes!" She groaned "fuck me daddy!"

"that's my good girl! Give daddy what he wants! Fuck! That's it milk my cock you whore!" He growled, her orgasm triggering his body to release his and his hot cum shot deep inside her, coating her walls. A few last sloppy thrusts and he stilled inside her, both of them spasming from the intensity of their orgasms.

Slowly he pulled out of her, feeling her pussy spasming almost making him cum again. She stood up and pulled her thong up, and pulled up her dress down while he put his shorts up. He pulled her close to him "I love you Avra!" He smiled at her, kissing her plump lips. "I love you to!" She smiled back.

"I'm gonna whoop his ass for you later!" He smiled.

She smiled widely "I can't wait!"

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦#wwe smackdown #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction #roman reigns x oc #wwe x oc #roman reigns smut #wwe smut #wwe

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tokkibbang00 · 1 year

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WHY CAN'T WE BE FRIENDS? - C. YEONJUN (TEASER)

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DO NOT INTERACT. UNEDITED.

synopsis: Being caught in a series of scandals and controversies, Yeonjun's company has had enough of his attitude problems and finally decides to send him off to university. Despite his arguments towards management, he has no choice but to follow them or else he can kiss his modeling career goodbye. You're a fashion major attending university. You'd think you'd be delighted hearing the news about a famous model coming into your department, but as soon as you were seated beside him in one of your classes, you'd soon come to realize that you absolutely hated his guts

rating: (n)sfw

pairing: model!choi yeonjun x fashion major!afab reader

genre: college!au, enemies to lovers!au, kinda angsty, reader and yeonjun are idiots.

warnings: cursing, yeonjun's kind of an asshole at first, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, (will add more when the full story is posted)

a/n: i was originally planning on posting my han jisung fic first but i got so excited about this one that i knew that i just had to post this. i was also writing a part 2 of a certain fic, but that's a conversation for some other time 👀 I'm currently working on 3-5 fics but I'm also taking in requests!! Feel free to message me or Dm me~ Enjoy the teaser and watch out for the full fic in a week or two 💙

teaser posted: 05-18-23

MODEL CHOI YEONJUN RUMORED TO BE DATING WORLD-STAR IDOL HUH YUNJIN... AND MODEL JEON SOMI?

CHOI YEONJUN SEEN BAR HOPPING THREE NIGHTS IN A ROW IN ITAEWON

CHOI YEONJUN'S EXPLOSIVE EPISODE ON PAPARAZZIS. READ HERE !!!

BAD HABITS AND BAD ATTITUDE? INSIDER WHO WORKED WITH CHOI YEONJUN SPILLS IT ALL!!

Seungjin's eyebrows meet at the middle as his forehead starts showing lines and wrinkles, obvious dissatisfaction etched on his face. His fingers were rubbing his temples out of frustration while he continued to read article after article about their oh-so-beloved model, Choi Yeonjun.

The CEO sat at the end of the table, his back leaning on the chair while he reads along with Seungjin on his iPad.

Every article has been stating one common issue— Yeonjun's superiority complex and attitude problems.

The company already knew about this... issue, before the articles came to surface and has warned the young man every time.

He never listened.

Now here they are, reaping the consequences of the man's actions. They did all that they can to scold him, reprimand him, and even cover for him. Nothing ever stopped Yeonjun.

At the other end of the table, Yeonjun had his legs up on top of the meeting table and his back resting on the chair. His fingers brush his slicked back hair, making strands fall down his face.

The only sound you'd hear around the room was his loud chewing from his gum and his pen tapping.

The CEO, Shihyuk, let out a sigh, placing his iPad down. His elbows were perched on top of the table as he rested his chin on his hands that was clasped together.

“Yeonjun, I'm guessing you know why we've called you and Seungjin here today... Right?”

The young man raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on his face. He puts his feet back down on the floor and copied Shihyuk's posture on the table.

“I don't know Sir Bang. You tell me.” Yeonjun teased, “I've been nothing but the perfect role model as far as I can see!” He said sarcastically.

Shihyuk wasn't phased by him at all. A stern look remained on his face as he continues the conversation.

“We have been thinking of ways to better your reputation.”

“Oh? Do enlighten me, please.” Yeonjun held himself back from rolling his eyes. He has heard things like these more than a hundred times already. “It's not like most of those articles are fake and heavily fabricated.”

He was confident that his company would cover for him or would keep shut.

On the contrary, Shihyuk and the PR team has seen the increase of negative articles towards the model. They knew that keeping quiet or finding a cover up will not work anymore.

Shihyuk cleared his throat, a small smile creeping on his face. It was his turn to be smug.

“We have decided to send you to University.”

Every ounce of confidence that was evident on Yeonjun's face immediately disappeared. His eyebrows immediately furrow while his jaw prominently clenching.

“What. The. Fuck.”

TBC.

NOTE: Characters presented do not represent anyone mentioned in the story. This is a work of fiction and is not real.

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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Down On Your Knees

Summary: Pete Brenner was a man you hated. But he still has this annoying power over you. But you're not powerless...

Pairings: Pete Brenner X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: dark-ish, explicit language, explicit sexual content, boss/employee relationship, cheating, toy play, teasing, edging, degradation, objectification, "cockwaming", fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, cameras, cheating, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.8K

Pete Brenner Masterlist

“You can go now,” Mr. Brenner tells you flatly. You stand there unblinking. He promised. He made so many promises, and now you were standing in his office, quaking.

He sneers up at you over the file you handed to him, noting the closed door to his office. Not locked. It could never never be locked. That was the rule, and you followed it. “Mr. Brenner?”

“That will be all,” he haughtily spits out, as you wiggle around. “My wife is bringing some lunch by,” he gives you a domineering grin before returning to his paperwork, “You can go now.”

You hated him. Hated how you could hear a chuckle before that familiar click sounds behind you, and you tremble. He never made you wait this long. It was like he was asking his wife to bring him lunch just so he could torture you. He was the worst part of working here. And yet the one reason you wouldn’t find somewhere else to go.

Sitting down at your desk, you wipe the sweat that beads up around your hairline. Taking a deep breath as you try to center yourself. It was downright painful what he was doing to you. You couldn’t think of anything more torturous at this moment. Hell, you couldn't even think.

Mr. Brenner clears his throat, and you look back at his now opened door. Lifting up a square rectangle as he clicks it again, and your head crashes to the desk. “How about you call my wife, and tell her I’ll be ready in half an hour?” You mumble something, still unable to lift your head off the desk, “Excuse me?”

“Yes, Mr. Brenner. I’ll call her,” you get Rebecca on the phone, rolling your eyes at how cheerful she sounded. Telling her that her husband was nearly finished when that stupid clicking rings in your ears, and all you hear is a buzzing sound.

Squeezing your thighs together the best you knew how, your head crashes back down, “Are…are you okay?” She asks, and you gulp. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. You hated him. You loathed him.

“Y-y-yeah, just…just got hot. So so hot,” you pant out, when a final click has you turning back to glare at your boss. He knew how much you despised him. His mouth turns up in a wicked grin before he winks at you.

“Okay, tell him that I’ll be there,” rich people are something you didn’t understand. Too many of the wives were married only for the benefits. They knew that their husbands were despicable. But as long as it wasn’t them, they really didn’t care. They’d turn a blind eye to anything.

“Asshole,” you whisper under your breath, as he clicks that box again. “I hate you.”

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“Let’s see here,” Mr. Brenner walks around you. Looking you up and down like you were his prey, and he was about to devour you. Leaning in he takes a long sniff up your neck, “Don’t you smell like you had a rough day today. Let me see,” you shake your head no, getting tired of this demeaning ritual. Everyday. You couldn’t leave without it.

“I said, to let me see, or I open this door, and I invite all of them in here to witness this. Assume the position, and let me fucking see your filthy little cunt,” you gulp as you walk over to his desk, starting to remove your panties before he tsks you, “Let’s see just how wet you got for me today.”

He holds up that rectangle as a warning, as you settle back onto his desk. Hiking up your pencil skirt before spreading your legs wide. “Aww, you poor thing. Your thighs are so sticky and slicked up. So wet, you’re dripping down. Been walking around with those soiled panties all day, huh?”

“You didn’t let me have a lunch break,” he walks closer to you, rubbing over the bulges in your underwear. He couldn’t know how uncomfortable it was to walk around like this. Not just wet, but with two toys on you at all times.

Grabbing up a pair of scissors, he cuts off your panties, dropping the soiled silk and lace into his desk. Sick bastard. Finally that vibrator drops onto the floor, and you sigh in relief. He pulls back your lips, giving your swollen clit a roll in between his finger and thumb, and your head tilts back to stare at the ceiling, whimpering.

“You’re so mean,” you whine. He doesn’t respond, just pulls out a hot pink dildo. Sucking your juices off it as he stares at your throbbing pussy. “I hate you.”

“She doesn’t,” he licks his lips, moaning at your tangy honey. “You’ve never been stuffed full all day. Look at her. She needs to be filled with a real cock. Needs to actually come. You filthy slut, your legs are soaked, and that whore hole is spread wide and pulsing, and all for a chance for me to fuck that slutty little hole. Is that why you flipped me off today?”

“You wouldn’t let me come,” you start whining as he inserts two fingers. Humming when squelching sounds become the loudest thing in the office. He was a mother fucker.

“But look at how needy you became for me. You hear that? It’s the most beautiful sound in the world. You desperate little slut. How bad do you want it?” Clenching your eyes closed, you shake your head no.

“You are such a liar. Tell Mr. Brenner how bad you want me to fuck you. How bad you want to come over my fat cock. How bad do you want me to use you? Tell me how you love being treated like a filthy slut with that door open. Anyone could walk in, and see you getting that tight little pussy filled with my cock. Tell me. Go on, tell me, sweetheart.”

It was demeaning how he never said your name. It was disgusting how he has you spread out, finger fucking you, and letting your arousal drip down to the floor below, while you tried to deny yourself an orgasm. It’s what he wanted. He wanted to break you down. It’s what you get for moaning on the phone to his boss. It was his sick twisted game.

His fingers curl as he drives his hand in you, and you lean back on your elbows. You wouldn’t say it. He didn’t let you a lunch break. Made you walk around soaked, and cockwarming silicone all day. Little fucker. He…he…fuuuck. It is too much. Your legs were already quivering as he hits your special spot over and over again.

“Mr. Brenner!”

“Shh,” he doesn’t slow. Doesn’t stop. Not even when your juices squirt all over his shirt. Soaking him, as he laughs. Evidence of how good he gave it to you. Trying to close your legs, but he pushes them further apart. “Tell me!”

“I need you to fuck me, Mr. Brenner!” Jerking his hand out of you, he undoes his slacks, and releases his thick member. He was THROBBING. Angry with beads of precum dripping down his veiny girth. He shoves himself into your used pussy, and fucks into you with a fervent need.

Ripping open your blouse, he tugs your breasts out of your bra, just so he can watch the swollen spheres bounce with every hard stab into you. Menace. Fucking asshole. But damn if he didn’t make you feel good. Giving your nipples a hard tweak, he then slaps your engorged tits. “My pretty little slut. I’m going to have you on your knees at the next meeting. Right under the table with your pretty little mouth keeping my cock warm. Letting you grind over my shoe, while I talk with the big boys. Use you like the wet flesh you are. You are my slut aren’t you? You like being used?”

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” you desperately cry as your belly starts to heat up. You had been denied all day, but you were feeding his ego of making you come fast. Could already feel him twitching inside of you. It wasn’t him that made you come so fast. It was his constant and unrelenting teasing. All. Fucking. Day.

“Yes, Mr. Brenner!”

“That’s right! You are mine to use! And I will use you however I want!”

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” you grit your teeth. You hated him.

“Yeah. Gonna fill you up. You think you’re going to be dripping me as you walk out of this office? They already know,” you open your eyes, pouting up at him, “Yeah. Say hey to the camera, you fucking slut,” he cackles, and you look behind him to see a camera pointed right at his desk. Capturing all your salacious sins on film.

“Let them see how pretty you are when you come,” he slaps your clit, making you start to scream out his name. Coming hard over his cock, and your walls clench down tight around him. Squeezing every inch of his fat cock, until his warm seeds fills you up. Your brows furrow, and you can’t help the satisfied smile that covers your face as your cunt milks him dry.

“Even my wife doesn’t get that part of me,” he pulls out of you, just as quickly as he pushed into you. Never giving you a second glance as he tucks himself back in.

“You can go home now,” he winks, walking out the office before you. Fucking. Asshole. Dipshit.

Straightening yourself up the best way you know how, despite missing some buttons on your blouse, you hobble out of his office. His cream starts to seep out as you walk past his colleagues. Whispers amongst them. They’re not stupid. They could see the evidence drip down your thighs. Could see the heat in your cheeks, and even your nipples pressing hard against your bra.

“Next time you should have someone to clean you up,” Nick Fowler, another sleazy businessman says as you push the button for the elevator.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, he doesn’t share? Your secret is safe with all of us,” he leans over, wiping Pete’s spend off your leg. Standing up tall, he pushes his finger past your lips. “How do the two of you taste? You know there’s only one reason he hired you, right? You let him fuck you like his sexdoll, and keep your mouth shut.”

“Yeah, and I lie about being on birth control,” you give him a wink, stepping into the elevator. “She may have the ring. But I’ll have the kid,” you hold up your middle finger as the doors close. They were all assholes. And Pete Brenner was going to give you and your child a beautiful life. Just to keep quiet. It would be worth it. Assholes. They’ll get what they deserve.

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nickybloodhead · 6 months

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Kinktober day 31: Free Day

James wasn't enjoying the damn party at all, the stupid costume you had forced him to wear was itching him and you weren't even by his side to at least chat, as soon as they had arrived you went to talk to your friends, leaving him aside.

He didn't know anyone, and seeing strangers hug you and touch you wasn't his cup of tea at all. However, he recognized that he deserved that silent treatment a little bit, he hadn't been very nice to you when he saw you in that little cowgirl outfit, he admitted that you looked sexy, but he didn't like the idea of others seeing you like that. You were his girl, he was supposed to be the only one who could see you wearing little clothes. He sighed as he drank his beer, his eyes were fixed on you, at least from his spot he had a good view of your ass in those tight shorts, hell, if they hadn't fought, he'd probably be fucking you in one of the rooms upstairs.

In your opinion, James was being irrational, yes, what you decided to wear was a little revealing but it's not like you were going to offer yourself up to some other man to take you, you hated seeing him upset and maybe you were being a bitch by leaving him alone in a place with people he didn't know, you didn't even want to stay upset with him, however, maybe ignoring him would teach him not to be jealous.

James had enough when a guy decided to put his hands around you, he was just hugging you but the blond didn't see it that way, he walked over to where you were and pushing the guy away from you, grabbed your hand and started pulling you away.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Hetfield? Let go of me" You tried to pull yourself out of his grip but it was impossible, when you were out of the house, James put you against the wall in the alley and kissed you hard.

"You're mine, my girlfriend and I don't care if you go out in your underwear or naked, you're mine and no asshole can get his hands on you."

He hugs your waist and pulls you closer to his torso, kisses and bites your neck with the intention of marking you, his hands descend to squeeze your buttocks, you whimper at his rudeness and pull his hair as soon as you feel his teeth scrape against your sensitive skin.

His hands slip under the shorts you're wearing, that's when you hear his chuckle, he's got you.

"Oh, what do we have here…you're not wearing underwear, huh? Wow, what exactly were you looking for with this, sweetheart" His fingers slip between your wet folds, you hiss as you feel the touch of his digits against your sensitive, needy bud, you want to tell him that you did this for him, that you were hoping he'd take you home and fuck like crazy until the break of dawn. No words manage to come out of your mouth, you are too lost in the sensation of him touching you like this, in the street, where anyone can see them.

His fingers press against your entrance, James begins to slowly finger you while his eyes are fixed on your expressions of pure pleasure, you cling to his shoulders as you spread your legs a little wider for him, he takes it as a signal to pull down your shorts and turn you around to face the wall.

"Lift that nice ass up, present it for me…if what you wanted was to provoke me to fuck you then well, that's what you'll get."

You moan and with your face pressed against the wall, you arch your back so that your ass is in full view, spread your cheeks with your hands and present your dripping pussy to him. He whistles admiring how needy your entrance looks, hovering around the nothingness, ready to be filled with his huge cock, he runs his thumb along your slit, gathering your slick to smear his own length, he gives himself a few strokes getting his cock all wet and shiny, without much ceremony he lines up in your hole and buries himself to the hilt.

Your legs falter and you whine his name, begging him to keep going, not to hold back and do whatever he wants with you.

His hips slammed hard into you, he grunted with each thrust as he felt you contract around him, his hands holding your hips tightly to guide his cock into your sweet spot.

"A very naughty cowgirl, wiggling around with no panties on…We could have avoided coming to this stupid party and fucking comfortably in our bed, but no, it seems you are disgusting enough to want to get your pussy filled in an alley, like a whore" There was a lot in his tone of voice, there was anger, possessiveness and lust.

You loved it when James got rough with you, it turned you on, made your wetness slide down your thighs. You were both panting at this point, he didn't stop even when some people passed by where you were standing, you were about to cum and he knew it, you watched him suck his fingers and put them against your bundle of nerves, you managed to rub yourself against him until you felt yourself come undone, the climax hitting you with spasms of pleasure.

His cock throbbed inside you, you clenched your walls around him so that he would fill you with his seed, you needed it, you wanted to feel his warm cum inside you and so it was, his load spurting into your tight hole, his forehead resting against your back. When he withdrew you felt the combination of your fluids and his dripping down your legs, you looked over your shoulder and bit your lip.

"If I had a camera, I swear I'd take a picture of how messy you look in that cowgirl costume, dripping my cum from you" You let out a giggle and turned to look at him, your fingers went to your used pussy and you scooped up some of his semen to take it into your mouth, he gasped and chuckled in disbelief.

"At home there is a camera, we can go there, I can ride you and you can take all the pictures you want while I milk your cock" He opens his eyes and grins from ear to ear, he helps you organize your clothes and at a quick pace you head to your own place.

And we have reached the end beautiful horny people...

#well this was fun #although my brain is dry #today was a free day so I mixed up a few things #hope you enjoy this kinktober #next year same month?#jaymz #james my beloved #james hetfield #james hetfield smut #kinktober 2023

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navnae · 1 year

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Bad Influence (18+)

Paring: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Warnings: Dom Eddie Munson , Dom/sub, Anal S3x, Anal Fingering, Established Relationship, Established Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Rough S3x, Rough Kissing, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Hates Steve’s Dad, Watching

Summary: Eddie knows that Steve’s dad doesn’t like him and he goes out of his way to show it. Eddie needed to show him that he was here to stay and there was nothing he could do about it. If he believed Eddie was a bad influence then he was going to do a damn good job at it.

Eddie found a way to piss off Steve’s dad.

A/N: this is definitely not everyone’s cup of tea so if you dint like it please leave! You have been warned :)

After announcing that they were in a relationship, Steve and Eddie made it their duty to spend the entire summer together. That also meant Eddie had to spend his time with Steve’s family and the day would drag on for too long. He tried to be as present as possible to make a good impression but Steve’s father pushed his buttons every chance gets. Ever since he met the man he’s been disrespectful and made sure that Eddie heard all the slick comments that he could think of. Eddie thought it was because he couldn’t accept the fact that Steve liked men or he wasn’t as clean cut like everyone else in the small town. Steve informed him that it was because he smoked which Eddie took as a cover up for something else, none of it was adding up. Gradually Eddie stopped trying to be on his best behavior and spat back at Steve’s dad which always caught him off guard.

Steve scolded him about it several times and told him that he shouldn’t disrespect his father. Which Eddie had no problem with until one night when he slept over at Steve’s house he overheard an argument downstairs. Steve’s dad went on about how Eddie brought out the worst in Steve and he was the one who filled Steve’s head with homosexual tendencies. Hearing those words come out of his mouth pissed Eddie off that entire night and Steve didn’t know that he heard their conversation. Eddie’s dislike towards the older man grew every single day whenever he saw him around the house, Steve’s games, family video basically anywhere that involved Steve. He even showed at Eddie’s trailer once knowing that his company was very unwanted but that didn’t stop him because being the asshole he is, he wanted Eddie to know that he would never approve or respect anything that he did.

The thing that most people tend to forget is that Eddie rarely bites his tongue and he’ll never let anyone feel like they can treat him like shit. So when Steve’s dad least expected it Eddie was going to get him back in the most twisted and malicious way that he wouldn’t see it coming. The opportunity presented itself when Steve invited Eddie over and he emphasized that they would be by themselves. Eddie arrived at Steve’s place with all kinds of thoughts running through head as he came up with different scenarios that would make Steve’s dad blood boil. His thoughts were interrupted by the front door opening and Steve greeted him with a bright smile. Eddie let out a small gasp when Steve pulled him inside the house and started to kiss him. They made out near the door while their hands roamed over each other’s bodies.

“That’s an interesting way of saying hello.” Eddie joked after he pulled away from Steve. He wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and pulled him close enough so their foreheads could touch.

“I really wanted to see you and since we’re alone I thought we could,” Steve trailed off mid sentence while sliding his finger down Eddie’s clothed chest and bit his lip when he met Eddie’s gaze. “Have some fun.”

“Oh really?” Eddie asked as he raised a brow. Steve usually gave subtle hints when he was in the mood to have sex but today was very different. He looked at Eddie hungrily and eagerness could be seen all over his face.

“Mhm.” Steve hummed while pulling Eddie back into another kiss. This time Steve made it tougher than before and Eddie followed his lead. Eddie licked Steve’s bottoms lip for permission then slipped his tongue inside of his mouth earning a tiny whimper from Steve as his tongue licked deeply inside of his mouth. He pulled away leaving a string of spit that connected to both of their mouths and broke because of the distance they created.

“We should take this upstairs.” Eddie said lowly into Steve’s ear. Steve didn’t even hesitate to grab Eddie’s wrist and drag him upstairs. He was guiding him towards Steve’s bedroom like they always did but Eddie had something else in mind when he saw that Steve’s parents bedroom door was wide open. Eddie stopped in his tracks making Steve stop as well. “You’re parents are at work, right?”

“Yeah why?” Steve asked confused by what his boyfriend was up to. Eddie smirked as he pulled Steve into the empty room and started to kiss him. Steve felt his back lay against his parents mattress as Eddie pushed them closer to the bed while they kissed. They adjusted themselves on the bed and Eddie got in between Steve’s legs then leaned down to kiss him softly along his jaw. Steve let out small moans as Eddie continued to kiss further down and his hands slipped underneath Steve’s shirt to remove it. With a soft push against Eddie’s chest Steve shook his head quickly. “Eddie not here… it’s disrespectful to my parents.”

“Come on baby you know I would never disrespect them. I just thought it would be kind of fun, you know? You could be mom and I could be dad.” Eddie spoke softly. As much as he hated the man who laid his head here if Steve thought it was disrespectful then he wouldn’t push it. Before Eddie could move he was already being pulled by his shirt and met with Steve’s lips that were so desperate every time they kissed.

“I want you to be my daddy.” Steve breathed in between kisses and that’s when Eddie completely lost it. He pushed Steve onto his back then took off his shirt swiftly. Eddie threw his shirt somewhere on the floor hoping that it left a mess wherever it was. He leaned up to unbutton Steve’s pants and as he did the feeling of his erection was under Eddie’s hands. Eddie palmed the area making Steve buck his hips then another moan followed after. “Please… Eddie, I want you so badly.”

“I know baby but you have to be a good boy for me. From now on when you ask for something you’ll refer to me as what?” Eddie asked as he stopped moving completely. Steve whined at the loss of friction that Eddie gave him temporarily. He looked up at Eddie with soft eyes and blush creeping onto his face.

“Daddy.”

“There’s my good boy. Being such a good listener just for me, I’m so proud of you.” Eddie said before giving Steve a very much needed kiss for being good like always. He went back to taking care of Steve’s pants and finally took them off along with his. Both of them were hard in their boxers feeling the material press against their throbbing cocks. Eddie could see a wet patch on Steve’s boxers since they were light colored and he place his finger over the spot teasingly. Steve cried as he felt his tip leak with precum because of Eddie rubbing his finger over the sensitive area.

“Please.” Steve begged pathetically. His cock twitched just from a little bit of Eddie’s touch and he craved it for so long. Eddie wanted Steve to get comfortable with calling him daddy not only because it sounded extremely hot coming from him but it also added a few points to his score board against Steve’s dad. He wondered what would happen if he saw Steve laid out on his bed like this and Eddie had his way with him without anybody stopping him. Eddie thought this would be the perfect moment to get back at the man, little did he know that he spoke a little too soon.

“Please what?” Eddie said sternly. Steve visibly shivered at the sound of Eddie’s voice deepening and the way he showed his dominance over him. Eddie knew that he would get a reaction out of Steve because he loved being underneath his control.

“Please daddy fuck me.” Steve covered his face as the words came out of his mouth. It was truly embarrassing how turned in he was by the name calling and Eddie couldn’t stop smiling from ear to ear. Eddie felt like he was unstoppable at the moment and he enjoyed every second of it. Steve gave in easily letting the name escape his lips as if Eddie was the only person he knew that went by it. In the back of his mind he thought it was pretty weird since Eddie never requested to be called that but he wasn’t complaining in the slightest.

“Your wish is my command.” Eddie took his hands pulled down Steve’s boxers revealing his stiffened cock that was underneath. Steve whimpered as the cool air of the room hit his tip that still had precum coming out of the slit. Eddie rubbed his thumb over the head letting the sticky substance coat the surface of his thumb and Steve tried not to cum from only Eddie’s hands. “God, you’re so fucking wet. Are you that eager for me baby?”

“Y-yes I want you to fuck me until I can’t feel anything. Daddy… please.” Steve cried out helplessly all he wanted was to feel Eddie deep inside of him and take every inch of him even if he was too big it didn’t matter to Steve. Eddie couldn’t take seeing Steve vulnerable and giving himself to him like nothing else in the world was important. An idea popped into his head as he looked down at a desperate Steve waiting for him to make his next move.

“Get on all fours.” Eddie demanded. Steve didn’t waste anytime to get onto his hands and knees making himself exposed to Eddie. His hole wasn’t tight like Eddie thought it would be meaning Steve already did half the preparing himself. Without any warning Eddie slapped Steve’s ass cheek earning a sharp high pitched cry and he buried his face into the sheets. “Stretching yourself without me? I thought you were a good boy.”

“I p-promise I am. I just wanted to save you the trouble.” Steve rambled but the didn’t stop Eddie from pulling his back and slapping Steve again. Eddie left a big red mark on Steve’s skin and the stinging sensation that came with it made it impossible for Steve to keep his cries to a minimum. Light sobs started to come from the boy that tried to muffle his sounds into the sheets. Eddie pulled Steve towards him softly making him look in his direction and placed a gentle kiss on Steve’s tear stained cheek.

“It’s okay baby I’m not going to hit again but I had to punish you for doing things without me. Do you understand me?” Eddie asked softly. Steve nodded his head and Eddie pulled him into a kiss before getting back to their original position. Even though Steve was already stretched Eddie took it upon himself to stick his fingers inside of Steve’s hole. Eddie curled the two digits that pressed up against the soft spot that was inside of Steve. A loud moan filled the room as Eddie began to move his fingers in and out of his entrance, with every thrust of of Eddie’s fingers Steve clenched around them desperately wanting to get filled up by them. Steve pushed himself backwards and was met with an intense pain that came from Eddie’s fingers hitting the sensitive area.

“Daddy ah-“ Steve’s mind went blank when Eddie thrusted his fingers deeper inside making Steve whine as the pain turned into pleasure over and over again. Eddie made sure to push Steve limits every time they got to this point and the result would always be Steve being a complete wreck but loving how dirty they can get. With one last thrust of his fingers Eddie pulled out his fingers leaving Steve empty and clenching around nothing. Eddie aligned himself with Steve’s entrance and before he started to enter the faint sound of a car made him look out the window. Luckily the bed was close enough for him to see clearly outside. Eddie saw Steve’s dad car in the driveway and he stepped out of it angrily as if he had a bad day. He figured that Steve’s timing was a little off about how long his parents were going to be at work but Eddie didn’t mind because this worked perfectly in his favor.

“Since you’ve been such a good boy for me, I want you to be as loud as you possibly can. I want to hear those beautiful noises come from you. Do you think you can do that for me baby?” Eddie let a mischievous smirk onto his face when he saw Steve nod his head. He aligned himself with Steve’s entrance and slowly started push past the tight muscles. Eddie loved every moan that came from Steve being that he was loud enough for anyone to hear. He started to create a rhythm with his thrusts letting his cock disappear inside of Steve then roughly pulling it out with precum getting on the base. The sound of skin slapping filled the room and it only got louder within seconds as both of them lost themselves completely.

“H-harder Eddie, fuck.” Steve said in between moans and he gripped onto the bed sheets as Eddie slammed harder into his entrance shamelessly. Steve cried out when Eddie pushed him further down onto the bed forcing his back to arch. That made it easier for Eddie to continue to hit the same spot without a single stop. Steve felt his legs shake from trying to keep himself up and the way Eddie fucked him harder than ever it became all too much. Eddie held Steve in place when he started to become weak from the fast pace that he was going and that made him bury his face back into the sheets. While Steve was so far gone he didn’t notice that they had an audience and Eddie was glad that they did.

Standing at a good distance but visible through the doorway was Steve’s dad watching the scene in front of with utter disgust and anger. Eddie made eye contact with him every time he thrusted into Steve. He knew that he was beyond pissed and Eddie thought he might not make it out of this alive but it damn sure felt good to see the look on that bastards face as he saw his son getting destroyed by his boyfriend that he hated. Eddie didn’t want this victory to end and coincidentally Steve helped him out with that without realizing it.

“I need you to go harder… please.” Steve begged. Eddie pulled Steve by his hair earning a cry from him and he made Steve get on his knees. Pushing him down roughly onto his cock as both of them were now up right on the bed. Smoothly Eddie covered Steve’s eyes and licked the side of his neck then biting it in the process. Eddie looked directly at Steve’s dad who was completely frozen in one spot anxiously trying to decide if he should run or continue to watch even though it was pretty odd.

“What was that?” Eddie asked with playfulness in his tone. He thrusted upwards into Steve and he could barely keep himself up as his muscles tightened around Eddie. He laid on Eddie’s chest trying to catch his breath from what they were doing previously. Eddie pulled on Steve’s hair to remind him what he asked and breathlessly Steve responded.

“Fuck me harder daddy.” Steve mumbled and earned another hard tug from Eddie.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Fuck me harder daddy!” Steve screamed those words and he definitely didn’t hold back. Eddie watched as Steve’s dad eyes widen at what just heard the look of fear on his face made Eddie’s heart jump with joy. He kissed the side of Steve’s cheek and smiled against his skin.

“Good boy.” Eddie whispered. Steve was released from Eddie’s grasp and fell forward onto the bed. His body couldn’t keep with the Eddie’s movements as they became slightly rougher. Eddie continued to thrust into Steve feeling his body build up with deep inside him that needed to be released. He looked away from Steve to se that no one was standing in the doorway anymore and Eddie knew that he had officially won. Focusing on the task at hand Eddie went on to thrust a few more times before Steve came on the sheets and Eddie came inside of Steve, some of it dripped down Steve’s trembling legs that immediately gave out when Eddie pulled out of his entrance. He laid there trying to steady his breathing and ignore the soreness he felt throughout his body. Eddie kissed Steve’s backside then kissed his shoulders and placed a sweet kiss onto his lips that could barely open from him being exhausted. “I’m going to get you some water, okay?”

After Eddie heard Steve hum in response he quickly put on his boxers and ran downstairs. His heart was pounding from the adrenaline that he felt and he made his way towards the kitchen. Steve’s dad stood in the kitchen facing the opposite way with his hands over his face and he was mumbling things under his breath. Eddie didn’t try to hide his presence in fact he wanted Steve’s dad to him that’s why got a glass from the cabinet and loudly placed it on the counter. The older man turned around with a scared look on his face at first but then it turned it to anger. He stormed over to Eddie and got in his face very vein popping out of his head. Eddie held back a laugh as the man tried to talk to him but he couldn’t even look Eddie in the eye. The man stopped himself completely and walked away from where Eddie was standing.

“Did you enjoy the show Mr. Harrington?” Eddie asked slyly. He was playing a very dangerous game and he knew the consequences behind it but he couldn’t control himself. Steve’s dad turned around in disbelief.

“You’re a sick individual. Having my son participate in those sinful acts and doing it with eyes on you makes it even worse.” He spat at Eddie.

“Correction sir, your son asked me to participate in those ‘sinful’ acts first-“

“I don’t believe anything that comes out of your disgusting mouth. My son would never suggest to do something that sinister and once he realizes that you’re leading him down the wrong path I’ll be right here to guide him back home.” Steve’s dad was convinced that Eddie was the actual devil on earth and anything Steve did was never his decision.

“It’s about time you stepped to be a good dad for once.” Eddie was met with strong hands around his neck and a glare that could kill him. Steve’s dad tightened his grip making Eddie struggle to breath as he tried to get his hands from around his neck.

“Watch your mouth boy. I’ve been nothing but a good dad to him and I won’t let some punk like you tell me otherwise.” Steve’s dad said through gritted teeth. Eddie let out a bitter laugh.

“It seems like I took the spot in that department don’t it, Mr. Harrington?” Eddie smirked when Steve’s dad realized what he meant and he loosened his grip on Eddie’s neck. With a shocked expressing he stood in the kitchen running his hands through his thinning hair. Eddie took the glass that was on the counter and turned on the sink filling the cup up to a good amount. Before Eddie left the kitchen he turned to face Steve’s dad. “Now if you don’t mind I’m going to tend to my ‘fatherly’ duties.”

Eddie didn’t see his reaction but the faint gasp that heard as he started walking up stairs was enough for him to be satisfied.

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seijorhi · 1 year

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SHUDDER

Kozume Kenma x female reader

a Valentine’s Day Collab

tw: heavy dubcon, nsfw, voyeurism, murder, yandere themes, this one's a doozy y'all we're goin' out with a bang :))

The red light on the camera atop his computer blinks steadily.

Kenma’s not some sappy romantic, he doesn’t really do Valentine’s Day. This stream wasn’t even his idea to begin with. It just so happened that he was frustrated and pissed off, venting in the chat when one of the users made a comment that got him thinking.

(He’s not an asshole, either – he did remember to bring you a box of heart shaped chocolates.)

He was gonna do this one way or the other, the timing just sort of worked out, and he supposes he can see the romantic side of it all. Girls are supposed to like this sort of thing, aren’t they – grand declarations of love and all that.

“You remember the rules, don’t you?” he asks.

Your cheeks shining with stricken tears, your lower lip wobbling, you nod minutely, eyes downcast.

Kenma frowns a little, and draws your chin upwards, forcing you to meet his eye. “I need you to say it. Out loud.”

You swallow audibly, risking a glance over towards the bed, the bound figure thrashing about, yelling desperately through his gag. Kenma’s fingers tighten, and you let out a startled squeak, quickly returning your attention back to him. “You– you’re gonna–” your voice hitches, “I h-have to–”

“Aw, c’mon Kenma, don’t be mean to the poor thing,” Kuroo snickers, driving his elbow into the gut of your soon-to-be ex boyfriend for good measure when he gets a bit too rowdy for his liking.

Irritation spikes, and Kenma barely – barely – refrains from rolling his eyes and huffing. Truthfully, he’s not so sure he could’ve pulled this whole thing off without his friend’s help, he’d just appreciate it if that help were a little more silent.

“Say it,” he repeats, the hand keeping you perched on his lap slipping down between your thighs to your bare cunt, the wet slick from your earlier efforts coating his fingertips as they rub possessively along your slit.

Kenma’s eyes drift back to the camera, tilting your face along with his, “Tell them what you’re gonna do.”

You look miserable, terrified, and so fucking pretty as you hiccup another sob, “I-I’m going to fuck you, a-and if I want… if I want him–”

“If you wanna win, you have to make me cum before he runs out of air.”

He’s already had you cum for everyone watching, made you play with your cute little pussy with the toys he’d bought for you. A part of him hates that others got to see it, but it was his choice to livestream this. Just for tonight – and then you’re for his eyes only.

… And maybe Kuroo’s. He does sort of owe him for this.

Kenma doesn’t bother asking if you’re ready to start, he just spreads his legs a little wider, looks to Kuroo and bobs his chin. The plastic bag and duct tape thing isn’t exactly high tech or all that elegant – it’ll do the job, though, he knows that much.

“I dunno how long it’ll take,” he tells you quietly, Kuroo grinning widely as he begins sliding the bag over your boyfriend’s head. “A minute or so to lose consciousness, I guess, after that…” he shrugs, looking almost bored at the prospect.

You, though – it lights a panic in your eyes, your whole body trembling as you lurch to your feet. Duct tape rips, your boyfriend’s choked and muffled noises growing more and more frantic as he yells your name and thrashes about. Kenma ignores him – there’s a part of him that kind of wishes he wasn’t here to begin with, but he s’poses he does have some value – as you reach for his boxers and pull out his aching, twitching cock and stroke it.

He looses a shuddering breath, fingers sinking into the armrest of his gaming chair.

You go to sit down on his cock – facing him, like lovers do – and Kenma barely has the presence of mind to stop you. “No,” he gasps, shaking his head and swallowing dryly. “Show them.”

You’re clumsy as you turn, flinching, half-sobbing with every distressed noise that fills the room. If Kenma were particularly vindictive, he’d tell you to hurry it up, because at this rate your stupid boyfriend will be brain dead before he’s even inside you.

He’s far too invested in the way you settle your thighs either side of his and grip his cock – flushed pink to the tip, weeping with pre that you diligently swirl over the sensitive head – in a trembling hand, guiding it to where it needs to be as you lower your hips down to meet his.

And the feel of your pussy, that warm, slick velvet that sucks him in has him moaning, every thought eddying from his head. Holy fuck, it feels incredible. Uncoordinated and sloppy as your movements are, you’re heaven and your pussy is a thousand times better than the fantasies he’d gotten off to before. He promised himself he wouldn’t do anything to help you along while you fucked him, but Kenma can’t help the hand that reaches for your breast, needily groping at the soft, pillowy flesh.

Seated to the hilt inside of you, every sensation is heightened. Every hitch in your breath, the fluttering of your pussy, squeezing and pulsing around him, the shudders that wrack your body as Kenma’s other hand tightens around your hip. “Move,” he pants. “Fuck– please–”

You do, raising your hips until only the very tip of his cock remains inside and sinking down once more. Your chest bounces for the camera as you set the pace, your tears and sniffles lost to the sound of comments pinging, donations pouring in. Kenma can’t stop touching you – everywhere, every inch of soft skin he can reach, squeezing and pinching and groping. “Don’t look at him,” he growls when your head starts to turn towards the bed. “Watch.”

Your boyfriend’s hacking and gagging, the noises growing louder and louder, warring with Kenma’s moans and your sobs, the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt as you pleasure yourself on his dick. When the noises start to die down, and your boyfriend’s flailing turns into an unsettling, unnatural jerking and then not even that, you clench so tightly around his cock that Kenma’s vision goes white.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck–” he chants, clutching you closer with a rabid desperation.

You’re wailing, scrambling in vain to get off of him and with a mind of its own his hips buck up inside of you, once, twice – and Kenma cums harder than he ever has before.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kenma x reader #yandere kenma #yandere kozume kenma #yandere kozume kenma x reader #tw: dubcon #extreme dubcon tho

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