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genshindsau · 11 months

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Summary: Scaramouche knew the rules and what happens when he breaks them and yet he continued to do so. The day went by without you punishing him and yet the following day from the moment he woke up until the moon shone, he was tormented and teased to the breaking point.

Content warning: dom!reader, sub!scaramouche, dom/sub universe, edging, vibrator is left inside of scaramouche, teasing, mentions of somno, aimed to be gender neutral reader, love sick reader, fem!reader, touching over clothes, anal, butt plug, teasing, use of commands, mentions of subspace, dub-con towards the end (scaramouche says no but there is a safeword in place), public play(?), mentions of nonsexual dom/sub, scaramouche passing out, male squirting/wetting, aftercare is implied but not described, mindbreak(?), begging, scara calls reader master

Scaramouche wanted to yell, wanted to scream, wanted to curse you out - also wanted to curse himself out. However, he refrained; knowing that everything that happened starting from the moment he woke up was his fault.

He was still hazy with sleep as you maneuvered him. Placed on his stomach, he yawned into the pillow which was quickly replaced with a moan. His hips arched up into the cool, wet fingers that were prodding around his rim.

"You didn't think I'd forget about your behavior yesterday?"

He smirked against the pillow. "Oh and here I thought you forgot." He was teasing and you knew not to take what he said to heart. You both agreed not to do anything last night due to general tiredness and a rough day. Yes, Scaramouche was expecting - and looking forward - to be punished last night but you took a step back, not feeling like you were in the right headspace to do anything like that. Thus you both pushed it back.

You tsked and two of your fingers pushed into him. He winced at the slight burn from the stretch but didn't try to move away. Your other hand rubbed the skin of his waist.

"hahh - y/n," the curl of your fingers left you brushing against the one spot that leaves him seeing stars. Perhaps it was the sleepiness that was still lingering but even the slightest graze of your fingers left him moaning out happily.

Instead of getting him off right there, you pulled back before inserting one more finger. You moved your fingers, opting to stretch him out.

"What're you doing," he slurred out, slightly annoyed that you were not letting him cum.

"Hm, you didn't think this was you're punishment did you?" You tsked, "No, sweet boy this is just your preparation."

"Preparation?"

You hummed happily. "Yup, for this." You eagerly picked up an object that left him blanching.

He squirmed in his spot next to you, trying not to gain the attention of your friends. He glared at you from the corner of his eye. The two of you both had the day off for the first time in almost two month and you took the opportunity to plan today to the tee. The first plan was meeting a few of your friends for breakfast.

The plug inside of him was bearable at first. Yes when he sat down he had to dig his nails into his palm due to the position pushing the plug inside of him even deeper but other than that he was able to manage and even have a conversation with ajax and aether.

"I thought most of them wouldn't have agre-eed," His voice raised in pitch as he felt a vibrating inside of him. It was on a low setting most likely but it was still a sudden change.

Ajax's eyebrows furrowed "you good?"

Scaramouche coughed, "yes, sorry. As I was saying…" He looked over at you who was in your own conversation with Lumine. He spotted the small smirk on your lips and forced his eyes away. He was not going to give you the satisfaction.

You were barely listening to Lumine. Instead, opting to gaze at scaramouche. You stuck your hand into your pocket and ran a finger over the screen of your phone. The sudden increase in vibration left Scaramouche breathless. Luckily he wasn't in the middle of talking so he could restrain the moan. You gaze flickered down to his lap which was now supporting a growing bulge.

"Oy, lover girl," Lumine snapped her fingers in front of your face.

"What's up?"

"Seriously, you get more love sick every day." She sounded annoyed, but the teasing tone was obvious.

"Why wouldn't I?" You wrapped your hand around Scaramouche waist, squeezing the skin before pulling him closer to you. "Just look at him." You nuzzled your cheek against him.

"What - what are you doing," Scaramouche flushed due to the attention. His hand came up to the side of your face trying to push you away. You took this chance to increase the vibrations even more. He stilled, his hips jerking slightly. "ahh - ahem," he cleared his throat.

You grabbed one of his legs and rested it over your own, pretending to just want to be closer to him. Your friends laughed at the scene, used to this behavior from you. However, this position forced his legs open a little more. Luckily you're friends were sitting across from you, rather than next to you. They couldn't see your hand creeping up the inside of his thigh.

Your other hand decreased the vibrations, not wanting him to get overstimulated so early in the day - not when you have so much planned. After getting him a few minutes to calm down, your hand moved from his thigh, closer to the bulge in his pants. He gasped out as your hand rested over it and gave him a squeeze, cutting the conversation off and drawing attention towards him.

"Sorry, sorry," you raised your hands up innocently. "Wasn't watching my hands."

Scaramouche looked ready to yell at you at the insinuation but laughter filled the table.

"Who knew little scaramouche was so sensitive." Ajax teased him, pinching is cheek from across the table not realizing how true his words were. Your group of friends have know each other for a long time, sex topics were bound to come up every now and then.

"I swear to god I will snap your fingers," Scaramouche gritted out, glaring daggers at Ajax.

"Don’t be so mean," you playfully chided him.

"Like he knows any other way to be." Lumine shrugged but there was a smile on her face.

"I know," Ajax perked up. "Why don’t you command him to be nice for a whole day. Or at least nice to me; after putting up with him so long I think I deserve it."

You rolled your eyes at his comment. It wasn't a true suggestion, Ajax was just trying to get Scaramouche riled up. "Hah? I'll kill you." Scaramouche looked ready to jump across the table and strangle him.

Luckily the arguing was cut short as food was placed in front of the five of you. The others didn't blink an eye as you platted Scaramouches food and then your own. Once he swallowed a few bites, you took the chance to turn the vibrations on again. You put it on the smallest setting, not wanting him to get overwhelmed while he was eating. The only indication that he felt them was when he dug his nails into your thigh. The rest of breakfast went smoothly - asides from Scaramouche becoming increasingly quiet.

The two of you were the last to leave, you opted to remain behind and order a smoothie to go. When the two of you were alone, you moved your head to the crease of his neck. He huffed but didn't push you away. "How do you feel?" Looking up at him you had a cheeky smile on your face. He glared down at you, refusing to give you what you want.

"Feel fine, why wouldn't I?"

"Just checking." You didn't seem perturbed at all by his attitude.

Now that the two of you were alone and further in the corner of the restaurant, you openly pulled him further into you. You ran your hands up his thighs, making sure to dig your nails into his skin that was visible due to his shorts. The scratch marks left over were a welcome addition.

The soft kisses on his neck, left him squirming underneath the ticklish feeling. "Were alone now. Can you at least kiss me?" You opted out of giving him an actual command for the time being.

He angled his head to face you and put on a false smile. He leaned forward until his nose brushed against your own. Right before you leaned in to press your lips to his he pulled back, "Nope." He wore a genuine smile this time at the frown on your lips.

"You really want to do this?" You cooed out, putting forth false innocence. "I think you're forgetting just what position your in." You pulled your phone out of your pocket this time, letting him see the screen. He watched as your thumb ran over the screen and, in turn, as the vibrations increased in intensity. He flinched at the ministrations and bit down on his lip.

One of your hands reached around the pull at his lip, freeing it and running your finger over his lips. Refusing to be the only one affected, he brought his tongue out and discreetly licked at your thumb. You just smile and watched in amusement as he fell forward when your other hand grasped at his cock through his shorts. You couldn't really jerk him off but you rubbed your hand around. He rested his head on the table and you could see the deep breaths he took through the movement of his back.

"You may want to sit up. I see the server coming over."

The fear of being seen caused Scaramouche to lurch up. Part of him just thought you were faking but he did see the server coming over with your drinks. He dug his nails into his palm and situated himself, making sure that it appeared that nothing was amiss - that there was nothing currently buzzing inside of him.

After paying for the drinks, you stopped the vibrations and stood up. "C'mon, there's still more to do."

Scaramouche was sure you were torturing him. You knew what you were doing; dragging him around town, messing with the vibrations and 'innocently' feeling around his body. Now, in the dressing room, it was the first semblance of privacy he has gotten since the morning when you first inserted the vibrator.

"Try this on," you threw a set of clothes towards him. He ran his finger over the cloth and glared at you as he recognized the sheer silk.

"You're not leaving?" He watched as you sat down on a chair in a large dressing room.

"Nope." You made it a point to lean back and get comfortable.

He grumbled under his breath and turned away from you. He discarded his clothes until he was left only in his underwear. He tucked his finger in the waistband and hesitated for only a second before tugging them down, pretending not to pay you any attention.

You felt your own arousal stir in you as you gazed at the butt plug. If you looked close enough you could probably see it move due to his clenching. He really was cute, trying to act unfazed but his body was giving him away. "Ah - ah - ah," you chided him. "Turn around. I wanna see."

"You can see plenty, I'm already naked as is." He threw a look over his shoulder.

Your lips pursed. He failed to notice as one of your hands returned to your pocket.

His knees buckled as the vibrations started up once more and his hand fell to the mirror in front of him to hold himself up. He took a deep breath before standing up once more. He's felt on edge since lunch, the constant uncertainty of when you'll start the vibration. He knew you weren't going to let him cum and he refused to ask, his pride too large.

"Having fun," he managed to get out behind clenched teeth.

"Quite. C'mon now I picked these clothes out personally."

He grabbed the clothes and stepped into them. He pulled it up his body and couldn't deny that he didn't like the feeling of the silk on his skin. However, one thing he failed to noticed until he put the clothes on was that it was crotchless.

He heard your footsteps but did not turn around. "Bend over."

"Why?"

"Jus' wanna get a better look." You shrugged and he wanted to strangle you. You seemed so cool and calm compared to him, whose body felt like it was burning with desire.

The look on his face must have been obvious but you beat him to the punch. "Bend over."

His body seized up as the command registered in his mind. His body acted without hesitation, bending over, his hands bracing themselves on the mirror. "Good boy," you praised him as your ran a hand down his arched spine. Your hands trailed down until it reached the plug inside of him.

As the vibrations dulled down, you lightly tugged the plug out until the thickest part of the plug was stretching at his rim.

"ngh," he brough one hand to his mouth and bit down on it, trying to suppress his sounds. You twisted it, watching with almost fascination as his skin twitched around it. You then look at the mirror and made eye contact with him. He tried to glare at you but with his red face and bitten lips it was hard to take him seriously.

You then looked further down and caught a glimpse at his cock which was leaking against the cloth on his stomach. There was enough wetness to know that he has been dirtying the cloth since he put it on. Instead of reaching around him, you pushed the plug back inside of him. He let out a sigh.

"Looked close enough yet perv." You just smiled at him before the vibrations increased to its highest level. You pushed the plug in as far as it would go and pushed his waist down to where the angle allowed the vibration to stimulate his prostate.

"Y/n, wa-wait, haah" His hips jerked back, his knees wobbled and he was about to fall if it wasn't for you wrapping an arm around his waist. "'m gonna.." he trailed off because right as he was about to warn you about his impending orgasm, you cut the vibrations off. He lurched in your gasp, crying out as the orgasm was cruelly snatched away. With red-rimmed eyes, "Wha-why?"

"You really didn't think I'd allow you to cum right, its barely been half of the day."

His façade broke at the thought of this going on for the rest of the day. He couldn't think anymore, everything felt all fuzzy.

You noticed the change in his eyes and cupped the side of his face and turned it towards you. "Take these clothes off. Since you've dirtied them, I'll buy them then after that we'll go home, alright love." You recognized the headspace he slipped in and while you weren't ending his punishments it would be best to continue it at home where the two of you were alone.

Luckily it didn't take long to get home. The only hard part was getting him to the car, having too support a good portion of his weight, and then getting him inside of the house but as soon as he was in your house, he collapsed on the couch.

"whew," you wiped fake sweat off of your forehead before looking at Scaramouche. He was flushed and breathing deeply. You noted how he shrugged out of his jacket and was left in only a thin white shirt and his shorts which were bulging against the front.

"I - I don’t know why your acting like you've done any hard work." His voice shook as he talked. He was slipping in and out of a vulnerable headspace but now that the two of you were in private he felt more comfortable.

"Ill have you know that carrying a person up three flights of stairs is hard work."

He rolled his eyes. You just smiled and ran a hand down the side of his face before pushing his hair back.

"You really are pretty, y'know that." It was an absentminded comment but it had a surprising affect on Scaramouche.

It is not like you've never complimented him before but perhaps it is because of his nerves working on overdrive that that comment not only caused him to blush but it also left a noticeable damp spot building on his pants.

"oh," you dropped your gaze to his pants and ran one finger over him. He gasped out and his hips jerked into the touch. "What's this. One compliment and all the bravo from earlier disappears."

"Shut up," there was no real bite in his tone. He shoved your hand away and crawled onto your lap. "Just stop with this, its been hours."

"has it -"

"- don’t play dumb." He cut you off and realized almost right away the mistake he made. Now that the two of you were home, you had free reign to do whatever you want.

Your hands moved to cup his bottom, pulling him forwards so that he grinded against you.

"nghh," his hand fell the sofa next to your head. You had played with the vibrations in the car - bring him right to the edge of an orgasm before turning it off. You managed to do that about five times before you two got home so the overstimulation was sinking in.

As he leaned back, it pushed the plug a little deeper into him. "fuck, y/n." He grinded his hips forward, brushing his bulge against your own stomach. He repeated this motion, desperately chasing the orgasm he has been deprived of all day.

"Stop." He didn't even register the command but his body completely stopped moving. A wet sound slipped past his lips as he shuddered in your grasp.

"That's enough," you reached for the remote on the table in front of you while keeping him in your lap. "How about a movie."

A small groan left him and to get out some of his frustration he dug his nails into the skin of your arms. He was waiting for you to wince or curse but you barely acknowledged him - you even went as far to pet his head, as if consoling a misbehaving puppy.

"fine, fine, whatever." He moved off of you, expecting you to pull him back into you but you let him move to the other side of the couch. He tucked his legs under his chin and made sure not to have any contact with you. However, he realized quite fast what a mistake that was. His body was alight with arousal and yet even as he subtly shifted, it didn't feel as good as when you touched him. Glancing over at you he let out a small curse, hear he was practically panting with arousal while you seemed perfectly content, barely even looking at him instead focusing on the film.

The film passed by and without realizing he had his feet in your lap. You ran a finger over the arch of his bare feet and watched as he struggled to ignore you.

With the credits rolling, you opted to grab his thigh and pull him towards you. You met him half way until you were leaning over him. Even with the defiance he was struggling to show, his eyes were glazed over and out of focus. You angled your thigh so that it was pressed right up against his crotch.

With the new pressure, he grinded his hips against your thigh. The stimulation overwhelmed him and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you down into him trying to get some semblance of comfort. He kept pushing against you and as you pressed kisses to his neck, his head dropped back. The scrap of your teeth followed by the soothing feeling of your tongue left goosebumps forming.

You trailed the kisses down his neck, to his collarbone and down his shirt. He could feel the heat of your breath through his shirt and he couldn't stop the moans that left his lips especially when you sucked at his nipple through the shirt. "Don't cum." You murmured against him and as the command resonated through his body he stopped moving his hips.

"Thatss not fair." Tears welled up in his eyes but you ignored him and continued to move down his body. As your fingers moved under the band of his shorts, he lifted his hips out of instinct but was surprised when you actually pulled his shorts off - leaving his underwear one.

"Y/n," he wailed out, his upper body arching off of the bed. You licked at his cock over the cloth and nuzzled against him. The wetness that seeped through wasn't just from your tongue and saliva but his pre-cum. He was leaking so much that he should be embarrassed but all he wanted was for you to continue with your movements and finally allow him to cum.

When you pulled away, he couldn't help the wail that left him. "nonono I'm - sob - please no more. I'm…" he trailed off and yet as you allowed your hand to pass over his crotch he couldn't help the apologies that left his lips. "I'm sorry - alright - I'm sorry." Tears fell freely down his face, wetting his cheeks and making him look all the more enticing.

"I'm sure you are," you cooed leaning up to press kisses to his cheeks. "Just wait a little longer."

His eyes widens and his mouth dropped open and you couldn't help but to press a kiss to his pouting lips. He shook his head and clung onto you. "I apologized okay," he couldn't hide how desperate he was. "I cant - I cant do this anymore." You gazed at him, waiting for him to say his safeword and yet he never did.

He dropped his gaze and took a shuddering breath. He squeezed his eyes shut and scrubbed his eyes with a fist trying to ease the burning of tears behind his eyelids. He felt you grasp his closed fist and bring it down from his face. His eyelids fluttered at the soft feeling of lips kissing them. His hand moved to clutch at the cloth of your pants, shakily clinging to it.

"j-just a little w-while longer," he repeated your words carefully back to you. It was a desperate plea that you would keep your words and that this torture would not last much longer.

"Yeah, sweet boy," you continued to press a flurry of kisses to his eyelids, his cheeks, his forehead until pressing one final kiss to his lips. "Just a little longer. You can do that for me right?"

He nodded and sniffled. "Alright once you calm down we'll get something into your stomach." You shifted so that he could press his face into your shoulder. His legs went to rest across your lap, allowing him to all but burying himself into your side. The hand rubbing across his back left the residue tension seeping out of him. He barely reacted as your hand switched the vibrator on once more but it was on the lowest setting so even in his overly sensitive state it wasn't overwhelming - at least not yet.

His eyes fluttered close and his breath evened out the longer he sat with you on the couch. He knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep but the warmth of your body and the comfort of being back in your home left him feeling safe and, in turn, even with the subtle vibrations he sunk into a dazed headspace. He barely moved when you got up, opting to curl into the back of the couch behind him. He brough his knees up to wrap his arms around them which caused the vibrator to shift around inside of him.

Soft pants left his mouth, his tongue hanging out. His hips shifted, trying to grind against something but all he was doing was humping the air.

It was a sight that took your breath away and you couldn't help but to gaze at him from the doorway from the kitchen. He didn't even realize what he was doing. You debated about taking a picture but decided to forgo that thought.

"C'mere love," You held the water bottle to his lips with one hand while the other supported his head. "Need you to drink a little."

As you tipped the bottle, he managed to swallow some but the remained freely flowed down the side of his jaw. You wiped it away and whispered soft praises to him - even as he choked a little due to the buzzing inside of him.

His hands went to cling to your shirt before you could shift away to put the water down. "Don.." his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Trembling, he tried to climb onto your lap and luckily, you allowed him and even went as far as to help him. His head fell to the crease of your shoulder and neck. He was still rutting his hips but rather than actually trying to get pleasure, it seemed to be more of an unconscious act.

"Scaramouche, look at me." Your hands moved to cup the side of his cheeks as you lifted his head so that you could see him. "Oh - oh you really are gone aren't you?" You cooed at him as you took him in. His mouth was dropped open with saliva pooling and about the fall down the sides of his chin. His eyes were red-rimmed and glassy as he tried to focus on you.

"please," he whimpered out words. Your thumb moved to rest on the top of his tongue, petting it. His tongue shifted underneath the weight of your tongue and he tried to lick at them. A gag tore through him as you pushed your fingers towards the back of his mouth. He convulsed in your grip as you put more pressure on the back of his tongue. He reflexively cough but you still didn't remove your fingers even as his hands clung onto your wrists.

"Breathe through it," You pushed a little of command into your words so that he would relax and listen to you. He took a deep breath though his nose which allowed him to stop gagging but he was still convulsing a little bit. "Good boy, listening so well." He whined through your fingers as he finally got some semblance of praise from you.

The top of his underwear were almost soaked through due to how long he has been leaking. The buzzing inside of him has dulled enough that he could barely feel it.

Looking at his desperate state you decided that he had had enough. You withdrew your fingers from his mouth and ignored as he cried out and tried to follow him.

"I need you to shift up a little." You grasped his hips and lifted him up a little. He was pliant in your hold. You managed to get enough room to shift his underwear down. He cock bobbed against his stomach and he shuddered as the air hit his wet cock. You allowed him to sit back down on your thighs and push him into your so that your fronts were pressed together.

One of your hands wrapped around to grasp at his bottom before tapping against the vibrator. You pushed it further into him and he lurched against you, his hand coming to wrap around your shoulders and cling onto you. Your other hand slowly turned the vibrator off.

He wailed out as continue to probe the vibrator inside of him, moving it around as if searching for something. When you finally found it - "ah-ha, found it." As you pressed against the spongy spot inside of him he went through a full body convulsion. "please," he was loud enough to be yelling. "pleasepleaseplease, master, let me cum." Even with the abuse against his prostate he was trying so hard not to cum - wanting to behave and be good for you.

You hummed as if thinking deeply about it but before he could start begging again, the vibrations hit him full force. With the vibrator pressed right against his sensitive spot and the second you turned it on - he all but screamed as he release onto your shirt.

"master," his tongue fell out of his mouth. The orgasm the crashed through him was stronger than anything he had felt, his whole body felt like it was bursting with heat. Even after the first orgasm you didn't decrease the vibrations. Instead you left the vibrator inside of him and moved your hands to his waist. "master." It seemed to be the only thing his pleasure-filled mind could say. You forced him to grind against you, his weeping cock brushing against your clothing.

The overstimulation hit him immediately. The first orgasm felt like it was enough to knock him out and now with his softening cock being forced to grind against you and the buzzing still pressing against his insides, he was shaking so badly against you. Without thinking, he tried to pull away from you but you just wrapped your arms around him, stilling his movements. "I cant - I cant - I cant - no - not again - please," he was barley making any sense as he cried out a bunch of different words.

The second orgasm as it was building scaramouche knew it was going to be intense. "Master. Feels…feels funny," he slurred out his words. As the orgasm crashed through him, he wetted your shirt and a some of your neck. He was too out of it to realize that it wasn't just cum that he dirtied you with and not a few seconds after the orgasm the world fell black around him.

Feeling him slouch against you, you turned the vibrations off. Even in his sleep he was twitching and shaking against you. As carefully as you could, you grabbed the end of the vibrator and took it out of him. Luckily it slid right out with a few wet sounds and you were happy the scaramouche was out so that he couldn't hear it and become embarrassed like he usually would. You tossed it to the side of you and grabbed a blanket to wrap around scaramouche's shoulders. He nuzzled against you even closer and you decided that for right now you would ignore the wetness coating your front.

#dom reader #genshin au #sub character #sub genshin #sub genshin impact #scaramouche #sub scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #vincent sinclair x reader #scaramouche headcanon #sub!scaramouche

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sprout-fics · 2 months

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🍦 anon…

Nonsexual bdsm dynamics = Top 5 Sexiest Things (a confirmed mathematical formula)

Being shy and hesitant to ask for help and being told “use your words”. AHH-

I have morning classes I can’t start thinking about this now-

(Insert tired nerd here)

PREACH. I love nonsexual bdsm dynamics so much. The concept of having that much trust in a person that you'd surrender yourself to them not in a sexual way, but in a way that requires complete faith for them to take control and keep you safe and cared for. Even something as simple as cuddling and going "Eyes on me, love." can be so incredibly sexy.

Particularly with Dom Price, who is at heart a caretaker, who sometimes prefers the non sexual intimacy of just having someone kneeling for him and petting their hair or stroking their face, talking them into subspace without hardly even touching them. He does love the sexual side of bdsm dynamics of course, but the tender intimacy of just having someone submit to him even outside of the bedroom is something he'll never get tired of.

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shibarixrabbit · 8 months

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Never experienced genuine subspace like this ever before, and I want, no need, more. Bottoming for an experienced Top is something I had yet to experience before attending a play party a couple of weeks ago, and it was the most incredible and magical feeling ever.

This Top began tying me to myself, and it happened almost instantly. I could feel my eyelids sag, my body relax, and my mind fogged over as all I could focus on was the feeling of rope against my skin. I fell in love with rope all over again and I'm looking forward to planning another scene with him soon.

#princess speaks #subspace #nonsexual submission #rope kisses #ropebondage #rope bottom #ropelove #bd/sm rope #bd/sm lifestyle #bd/sm community #bd/sm dynamic #bd/sm blog #sub blog

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shotmrmiller · 2 days

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i saw subspace and had to poke my nosy ass in here. it's so good when its nonsexual too, like omg just the floaty feeling and the giddiness and giggles I NEED DAT W SIMON!!!! i know he'd be all smug that you feel safe enough to slip with him and he'd never take that lightly !!!! AHHHHHHH

argh yesssss

i'd go stupid servicing him. or pet play. no one look at me, i want to be collared and pet by simon.

and you're sooo right on him taking your vulnerability very seriously.

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two-red-lungs · 2 years

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I read a couple of your Eddie smuts and I must say "chef kiss". If I may add to the gutter we are all climbing into, however, I'd love to ask for a list of kinks you think he'd associate with. I know some may be personal imagines/tastes/likes and that is okay! It is what we are here for.

First of all ❤️THANK YOU❤️.

Okay, I have a lot of thoughts about Eddie’s preferences, tastes, kinks, general enjoyments, etc. I have organized them for your viewing pleasure.

Eddie Munson Sexual Headcanons (NSFW Below the Cut):

There is so much going on with this man. SO MUCH.

General Likes/Facts:

The man is a switch. He’s so switchy. He’s like a human multitool.

Nearly anything has the ability to turn him on. You wanna ride him and have him beg to cum and call you mommy? Excellent. He is literally already hard. You want him to fold you in half on the bed and rail you until you’re shaking? He is literally equally as into that, bend over babe.

He’s got a thigh thing. Something about the plush…. The softness… the way the meat of the leg jiggles, how it feels when he grabs it or smacks it, how it cushions him when he fucks. Even nonsexually he loves thighs. Lap pillow, anyone?

BIG ON WETNESS. If you’re his GF he will go stupid horny apeshit monkey brain over your wetness. He’ll literally just play with it, or eat you out for as long as you let him. Almost annoyingly delighted that he can make you so wet.

Mr. “Walking Oral Fixation.” His fingers in your mouth, yours in his, you biting him, him biting you, doesn’t matter as long as long as he gets to feel a lil tongue.

Side note on that: hickeys. On him or you, again, doesn’t matter, they made him preen and walk around all puffed-up and happy because it shows that he cares about someone and they care about him.

Mild exhibitionist. Not in actual “might get caught” scenarios, although he HAS thought about it, but rocking his van in a parking lot? Getting it on in a bathroom stall? It’s so naughty and taboo he LOVES it

If you bring BDSM elements to the table he’s READY to try them. Ready for anything. Sensory deprivation, chastity, mild breath play. He’ll try almost anything once.

Eddie Munson would be like a kid in a candy store if he ever got a sex swing. “The possibilities, baby! The fuckin’ possibilties! Endless!”

Sub!Eddie Likes/Facts:

PUSSYDRUNK PUSSYDRUNK

When Eddie subs you can SLAM DUNK him into subspace two ways: sitting on his face/pinning him, or calling him some variation of “baby boy” or “silly boy”

Likes a little bit of groping/being pushed around. Press him up against a wall and shove a leg between his thighs? He’s got heart eyes.

Adores edging. Such an intense sensation. He likes going mindless during sex and oh BOY does that get him there

Big beggar. Will babble and beg and cajole with spittle running down his chin that he’s been so good and is trying so hard and to please let him cum

Goes fucking feral for mild degradation, especially “stupidification” as long as it doesn’t insult his actual intelligence. Loves being your dumb, sweet, horny angel willing to follow your every order and eat you out with glazed-over, brainless eyes

An ideal Valentine’s Day for him would be you riding him with his hands tied behind his back until he’s so pussydrunk he’s slurring his words, and you’re laughing and biting at his lips and teasing him over it

In softer scenes: praise kink. Oh man PRAISE KINK. Gently riding him while peppering him with kisses and soft little touches, telling him over and over that you love him and he’s so kind and he’s such a hard worker and you enjoy your time with him so much??? Oh he’ll cum but he might cry too

Dom!Eddie Likes/Facts:

Hello HELLO??? This man is the world’s biggest service top. It really lets his “kind of enjoys antagonizing people” side shine through

Multiple. Orgasms. He’ll get an iron grip on your legs and hold one open even when you’re shaking. “C’mon, Princess, I know you got another one for me, there we go, there we gooooo, good girl, fuck…”

He’ll talk to your pussy. Or at least talk about your pussy. “She’s so wet for me baby, feel that? Opening right up for my fingers, shit, is she always this excitable?” With that smug, stupid grin on his face.

Plays the “what did you say?” and “sorry, I couldn’t hear you” game to make you say things louder (like that you want his cock, or that you want to cum)

He’s a great dom honestly but his one flaw is that he folds very very easily when you whine enough for something, like he literally can’t help but DESPERATELY want to give it to you. And he COMPLAINS about it.

“Fuck, baby… shit. Now that’s just… that’s not fair. Don’t use the puppy dog eyes on me. I’m not the bad guy here! Who asked to be tied up, hmmm?”

At first he thought vibrators were the enemy. Now he has realized they’re his ally and it’s made him fucking unstoppable. He’ll literally just keep it pressed against your clit while you buck and squeal and talk the whole time. “Fuuuuck, looks like it feels good, looks like you love it. Feel good baby? Too much? Nah. You can take it. You’re a big girl.”

Eddie’s Icks/Hard Limits:

Scat and blood play. He’d literally look at you like you’d grown a third head if you mentioned either of them. Great way to make things weird.

Don’t get him wrong. He loves you love-tapping his cock a few times, he loves lightly slapping your clit just enough to make you jump, and he adores hands softly squeezing necks because it feels like ownership and a sign of trust. But HURTING you? Actually, ACTUALLY hurting you? Hey he literally cannot fucking stand the thought

He may look the part of metal enthusiast and biker guy but he’s extremely sentimental and romantic under all his “jaded bullshit”, and no amount of rolling out the old “safe sane and consensual” rhetoric will ever convince him to lay a harmful hand on you

Actually getting caught. A, he doesn’t like involving other people. This is a you-and-him thing. And B, Eddie has enough shit to deal with without getting a public indecency charge okay???

Demeaning him too much. It’s the other way around, too, but concerning him it can be very easy to hit him where it genuinely hurts: his sense of intellect. Calling him your sweet, silly slut is one thing. Your stupid little cumdrunk boy is great too. But calling him a moron? A dumbass? Mentioning anything about his academics? Uh-uh. Nope. Eddie has gone flaccid.

Just don’t make him feel like an actual idiot. That’s all he asks. The bar is on the ground, folks.

Cuckolding/cheating. Eddie is a romantic and I’ll die on this hill. As much as he says he doesn’t believe in all that, he clings to his fantasy stories of dashing heroes fighting entire nations for their one true love. The idea that you might get off on fucking someone that’s not him in front of him is actually… emotionally hurtful.

Because at the end of the day he is your big jingly labrador retriever, and hey? He fucking loves you. Loves you more than anything.

Thanks for the ask babe!!!

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #minors dont look #my writing

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mysticalsoot · 6 months

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a very godbur christmas

a godbur smut fic with so much fluff

➸ note; happy birthday to me and happy Christmas event kick off to you all, have your first smut fic from me, don't expect another for a good while! it literally took me like five months to write the actual sex part but merely less than a day to write the aftercare- also thank you to my darling sister for reading it every time i forced asked her to bc i needed an outside opinion

➸ pairing; godbur x afab!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms aside from anatomy is used!)

➸ summary; you make a request during one of your long stint stays, only to be met with two more gifts you didn't see coming. sweet sex with darling godbur !

➸ warning; afab anatomy is mentioned, like pretty blunty at that- size kink, daddy kink, soft top wil, a bit of degradation but honestly wil can't do that for long, p in v, penetration, kissing, really soft aftercare, praise, subspace if you squint, non sexual use of daddy after the fact. excessive pet names (puppy, bunny, honey, hun, pup, baby, sweetheart, sweetie, darling, love, love bug), use of slut and whore (the brief degradation). observations of will being a lanky, giant of a man (nonsexual context then)

➸ age-rating; 18+

➸ wordcount; 4.5k

main masterlist // godbur masterlist

MINORS DNI!! please do not read if you're under 18 and if you do, that's your fault, not mine.

you'd be spending a lot of time with wilbur lately, staying longer and longer each stay. being held by him, having quiet domestic moments with him. not to mention getting ready for christmas, decorating and baking and filling him in on each and every tradition. you knew you'd have to go soon, be sent back to mortality. this never lasted long. you both knew it, despite your deep growing hatred for the fact.

after you told him of the gift giving tradition, he'd been asking what you wanted for christmas, what he could give you. despite the fact he would without a doubt give you way more than you asked for.

you turn over to face him, a hand on his chest as you look down at him, "I know what I want," your statement was straight forward but the god before you still gave you a look of question.

"what? eternal life here? I told you, love, you can't-" you cut him off with a quick and open mouthed kiss to his lips and he gasped softly before settling into it. his hands which you noted were soft and rough at the same time, perfectly shaped-

"no, I know I can't break you on that," you pause, sitting back on your knees beside him on the bed. you had your eyes angled down on his, both of your gazes were filled with lust. you didn't need to say it, you were both thinking it, "I want my visits worth while," you didn't elaborate, you simply left it there and everything was understood.

your lovely god smirked, he smirked with such conviction and teasing that you couldn't tell if it annoyed you or made you feel giddy inside. you were so unsure. he grabbed your hips with his hands, and pushed you to lay on your back as he rolled his body on top of yours.

"oh darling, I'll make it all worth while," he spoke lowly, a sort of desire and desperation braided into his voice. his words came out as almost a growl or sorts, but fuck, it only made the fire spread and build inside you. you wanted him. badly.

"don't hesitate then," you smirked and just as your words finished leaving your lips, he dove down to take them into a bruising kiss. lips melded together in a deep exchange, teeth pulling them and nipping and you swore he nearly drew blood. he kissed you with such haste and need, you weren't sure if this man was a graceful god or an animalistic human starved of this intimacy.

wilbur began to run his hands down your sides, the kiss still intense and connected. at first, his palms and fingers grazed and held your body with a soft care, and then you whimpered and a switch flipped inside his brain. he let out a soft groan, his kisses leaving your mouth to messily line your jaw, down onto your neck. he nipped and nibbled, a suck or two here and it felt like the gods were gracing you with a personal fireworks show. and in all honesty, one of them was.

his hands got harsher in their grasps and squeezes after that switch of intensity was flipped. he was groaning roughly into your neck and his hips leaned down, meeting yours gently and you gasped, your hands finding purchase in the curls on his head, tugging softly. you felt a hardness graze your thigh through your pants and his.

his body was warm as he presses himself against you, he's warm and comforting, like a golden wave of energy surrounding you-- you pushed him up and you began to undo the buttons on his shirt and he lowered his kisses for a moment before he swatted at your hands gently.

"no, no, baby- I do the undressing, got it?" He growled softly into your ear before nipping at the earlobe and he pulled back. he hastily undid the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off slowly, making a show of it. you squirmed under him and he shot you a warning glare. you wanted to know what the warning was about, you wanted so desperately to find out. "don't be such a whore, sweet one--"

His words drew a whine from your throat and he only chuckled, "I die so I can see you and be fucked-- that's more whorey than trying to take off that damn shirt-"

His lips quirk into a sharp smirk, looking down and shaking his head, "oh you're right, aren't you, baby? you're such a whore you find anyway you can to be under me, hm?" He holds the smug smirk as he dives down to attack your neck in kisses, not bothering with your shirt. he's just as desperate as you, with the way he's hastily undoing his pants, unbuckling and unbuttoning before throwing them on the ground beside the bed.

He looks to you, slender fingers ghosting over your own jeans and you nod. He hesitates, "words, baby."

And you nod again, rolling your eyes in a playful and loving way, "yes, you may,"

"Good baby," he growls softly, doing the same as he did with his own pants, pulling them off and throwing them aside without a single care. he dives down again, kissing you deeply and taking your bottom lip between his teeth. he nips and sucks at it, your whining echoing against his skull and he can't help but whimper against your mouth. you want to throw a snarky comment at him, break his ego just a little bit, but you stop. your mind is fuzzy, for one, too over took with anticipation to come up with any decent comeback. but, for two, you can't help but feel an incessant love in his actions.

he hooks his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, "Color, darling?" he speaks so softly, a whisper, a promise. he's so soft all of a sudden and you haven't a clue why.

"Green, daddy," You say it without thinking, without second-guessing the syllables that spill from your mouth. when he freezes and looks at you, your face burns red. you hadn't ever used the name in a non joking context (what he thought was joking), let alone in a sexual manner, so to say the least; it caught you both for a whirlspin.

"sorry- sorry, wilbur- it was an acc-" you're immediately cut off by a searing kiss, one that makes you take a few steps back and squeak before you're able to settle into it, to realize it's even happening. when you do, you sigh, grabbing onto the curls on his head and tugging slightly, whimpering into his mouth and whining against him. he slides your underwear down, letting it bunch at your knees, he's slow with how he sinks his hand down. two fingers between your folds and circling your clit in a smooth and soft motion. you whimper, a soft moan following as he pulls back, still circling it and adding slight pressure as he holds your face in the other hand. his knees are what's keeping him above you as he kisses your jaw so sweet and soft.

"how are you feeling, baby?" wilbur whispers, and you let out another sweet moan as he adds a bit more pressure. tt's gentle, it's loving and it feels so fucking good.

"Good.. sooo good.." your words slur a bit, and he chuckles at how far gone you already are. how long has your desperation been this bad?

"mm, you miss my hands, honey? They way they press-" he emphasizes with his fingers pressing against your entrance, but not sliding in. You're not as ready as he wished you'd be. granted you were soaking the moment your sweet moment with him turned less than sweet, he's specific with how much teasing and taunting he does before he… commits, shall I say. "you miss the way daddy makes you feel, huh? The way I fill you up? when you're so full of me you can't do anything but whimper.. such a beautiful little slut, huh? all for me.. for your god."

you nod softly, wrapping your fingers into your curls as you whine; eyes wide and soft, full of love for the god above you. words slipping away, unable for you to even use them, to speak back to him.

"love," he grabs your chin, pinching it between his fingers and you whine at the way his hand no longer rests between your legs, "use your words, baby," he coaxes, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"mm, yes," you mumble, squirming under him, whining and desperate for more of his touch, "please?" you beg, not elaborating yet it's both clear what you're wanting. you want more than just his fingers, need more-- but he has his methods and you're much too busy feeling to even bother with arguing.

"just a few more minutes, okay? only a few, bunny," he leans his face down into the crook of your neck, placing soft gentle kisses on the skin as he slips his pointer finger inside you; grazing your walls as his thumb gently circles around your clit. he watches as you open your eyes to glare at him, visually telling him off for the teasing he's doing. he chuckles softly, "okay, okay, baby," another finger joins, and he curls them back as he begins to move them in and out. his mouth leaves behind marks in the wake of his kisses and you can't help but whine at every sensation and touch he provides.

as he moves to pull his fingers out, he goes back in; deeper. curling his fingers when he pulls back again, then spreading them gently, watching you closely for any sign of pain or discomfort you may be feeling. all he notices is the soft moans that slip from your lips every few seconds, a response to each touch he makes.

he uses his free hand to rub your cheek, keeping your eyes and attention on him as his fingers do the work, "bunny, how are you feeling?"

"mm more?"

"use more words, hun," you whimper, whining softly up at him and using your eyes as a method to convince him. it takes a few more moments of this before he nods, "color?"

"green," you smile softly, gasping when he pulls his fingers away, slipping them in your mouth to suck off your essence and taste yourself.

"good baby," his lips curve as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, wiping your lips with his thumb before he leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. he readjusts his position, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth as his hands lift your hips up to meet his, "color?" he mumbles against your lips; sounds of breathing melding together as he situates himself and lines up at your entrance.

"green, promise," you bite your lip, eyes cast up on him, your hands tangled in his curls as his hands slink up onto your back.

"good baby.. that's it," he hums, lips finding purchase on your neck; nipping and sucking with glee as he slowly sheathes his cock inside of you. you feel the familiar stretch of his size, eyes daring to look down at how much of it you can see through the bulge that always forms. his fingers ghost over the rounded area of your stomach and he groans, "already so full of me, aren't you?" he smirks, eyes met with yours as he rubs the skin of your stomach, settling inside you and letting you adjust to how big he is.

"mm yeah.. feels so good," you drawl out, eyes fluttering shut as you feel him bury himself just a bit deeper; hips flush with one another.

"oh, baby, I haven't even moved?"

"so?" you slur, biting your lip as he holds your waist, thumbs rubbing your skin.

"color?" he murmurs, moving to kiss gently against your neck and collarbone. you want to feel this heaven for a bit longer. you don't want him to move yet, you need to revel in the feeling of being so absolutely and desperately full of your god.

"yellow.. need a minute," you look up at him, fingers running over his lips and tracing the shape, and you lean up to bring him into a sweet kiss, pulling back and mumbling, "green,"

he smiles, kissing all over your face as he starts to move, thrusting with care as he builds up a quicker pace but being as gentle as possible. his hands roam your sides, fingers gripping as he shuts his eyes. groans slip from his mouth, lips agape and letting every moan and grunt slip past and travel to your ears.

"fuck, you feel so good, baby.." he groans, opening his eyes to glance down at you and watch your expression. your mouth is open slightly, whimpers and moans meeting his. he leans down to bring his lips to your neck again, leaving behind sweet love bites.

your sweet sounds of pleasure speak for itself, soft moans and whimpers are music to wil's ears. his thrusts become rougher, each one going deeper than the last; your mind reeling as your fingers grip the sheets.

"fuck, fuck," he grunts, face hidden in your neck as your back arches up into him, "feel so fucking good, baby.. such a good slut, mm? fuck you're so tight," he murmurs, using every word he can to his advantage.

his hands move from your waist to your hips, gripping tightly as his thumbs draw messy circles with every thrust of his hips. the sound of heavy breaths, moans and skin against skin fills the air; the scent of sweat and sex swirling with it.

you gasp at a particularly deep thrust, eyes rolling back as his head tucks into your neck. he slows down a moment, "you okay honey?"

you nod rapidly eyes shutting tightly now, and he slows a bit more, lifting his head and grabbing your chin with his hand; forcing you to meet his gaze.

"words, baby," he croons, kissing the tip of your nose before a moan slips past his lips.

"faster, please?"

he nods, smirking as he quickens the pace, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet, slow kiss that says everything words do not convey. his hands fall back to your hips, lifting them slightly to give a better angle; and you whimper at the change. the way he goes deeper inside of you, the head of his cock grazing the deepest wall inside of you. his shaft running over that sweet spot with every thrust he makes, every movement of his cock.

your mind felt fuzzier and fuzzier by the second; melting into useless mush. there wasn't a way in hell you could speak if you had to now, all you could focus on was the tightening of your stomach and the absolutely heavenly feelings your darling god was providing to you.

wilbur begins to leave soft, messy kisses across your face as his thrusts begin to falter, getting messier and less precise with each movement.

"are you close, bunny?" he mumbles, kissing the shell of your ear as your moan a bit louder than you have, the knot in your stomach tightening tighter than it has before. you reach onto his back, digging your nails into the skin and creating half moons. you muster up the energy to nod your head, rapidly moving it as a yes; whimpers and whines following suit.

he grunts, hips sputtering as he draws closer to finishing, you swear you're gonna finish first, but lord knows he'll do everything he can to finish with you. he mumbles a quick question to you, if you want him to pull out or fill you up. and despite your melted mush for a brain, you mutter a response to the latter. you want him to stay inside you, to fill you up so full that all you can feel is him.

he glances down again, biting his lip and nearly coming right then when he yet again, sees the bulge he creates. he moves a bit faster, trying to bring you both over the edge. he reaches to grab your hands, intertwining your fingers together as he pulls you in for a final kiss.

"come with me, okay?" he mumbles against your lips before muffling any cry or moan you make as you come undone beneath him, he follows suit, filling you completely with his warmth. he gasps softly, pulling away from the kiss as he moves to rub your waist with his thumbs, kissing your face sweetly as you both catch your breath.

"baby, you did so good.. so so good. you took me so well, hun.." wilbur murmurs, fingers rubbing soft circles as he stays buried inside you for a few more moments.

"such a good puppy, yeah? sweet baby.." he sighs, pulling out not too long after he speaks, laying beside you and pulling you on top of him.

"so tired, daddy.." you whisper against his chest, nuzzling closer to his warm body as you can. his fingers sift through your hair, ghosting kisses on the top of your head.

"I know baby, but you were so good, did so good.. rest here, okay? get a little nap and then we'll have a bath, mm? how's that sound?" he coos, kissing your cheek as you sleepily smile, hands wrapping around his neck as he pulls you up closer by your lower back. he pulls the covers up over both of you, rubbing your back as he lets you nap for a bit.

before you fall asleep, you quickly mumble to him, "you were good too, daddy.. thank you," he smiles softly at your tired and slurred words, kissing your temple as he watches your breath even out.

he rubs your back as you nap happily on top of him as he watches you, thinking over the rest of his gift to you. this wasn't even part of it, yet you asked for it and he happily provided. he had other intentions, the big one being letting you stay in his world for eternity; or however long you wished. along with any other gift he had collected and created, wrapping it up and hiding it away in a room you never went into.

not too long after you fell asleep, he kissed your forehead and laid you down gently, tucking you in as he pulled on his underwear. he went into the bathroom, starting a warm bath with bubble bath and scented candles lit around the room. the lights off and the only light being the softer yellow light of the candles.

he sat on the edge of the bathtub, running his hand under the faucet, making sure it's not too hot or cold. he then put some rose petals on the floor and in the tub. he set up some towels on the stool beside the bathtub, with water and snacks for you both (but mostly for you).

he sat there waiting for the tub to fill before he heard you pattering close to the bathroom.

"daddy?" you called, sniffling softly.

"in here, pup," he smiles, standing up and walking up to where you stood by the doorway. you changed into a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. he kneeled a bit, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs, "you okay, love bug?"

you nod, wiping your eyes a bit, a few more sniffles before you hum, "a bit, thought I lost you,"

he frowns, shaking his head before he pulls you into his chest, rubbing your back and kissing your head.

"I'm here, baby, it's okay," he coos, leading you over to the edge of the bathtub to where he picks you up and pulls you onto his lap, "how about you go pee while I go to the kitchen, yeah?"

you nod softly, hugging him close for a second before hopping off his lap and handing him the blanket before he scurried out to give you privacy; turning off the tub in the process. he hurried down the hall, slipping into the kitchen where he starts a cup of tea for you. you don't particularly like it, but he knows you'll drink it if he makes it for you. it helps your throat, you know this but it's just so gross to you. when the tea is finished, he carries it back to the bathroom, setting it on the little empty table next to the stool. he smiles as he sees you sitting on your knees, leaning over the edge and playing with the water.

"you ok, bunny?" he whispers, hand rubbing your back. you look up at him, eyes filled with love and adoration. you nod softly, standing up and reaching for him. he picks you up and holds you close, kissing your cheek over and over again.

"bath?" you mumble, body held tight against his. he chuckles softly and nods, pulling back and helping you undress and slip into the bath. he pulls off his own boxers before he slides in behind you, pulling you against his chest, fingers running over your belly.

he kisses your shoulder, his fingers sifting through your hair lovingly.

"how are you feeling, little bear?" you sigh, leaning your head back as he draws little shapes on your belly with his finger tips.

"tired, but good.. thank you, for earlier."

he smiles, nodding with a kiss to your bare shoulder, "you're welcome, sweetie," he pauses, nuzzling his nose against your neck and under your ear for a moment, "you want me to wash your hair, baby?"

you nod softly, humming, "mhmmm," then rest your hands on his knees, rubbing your thumbs over the skin through the water. you admire the difference of size between his legs and yours, giggling softly.

"what, bun?" he croons, rubbing shampoo into your scalp, running it through your hair as he waits for your response.

"I'm smaller than you, by a lot," you mumble, chewing your lips as you scoot closer against him.

"yeah, you are, huh? do you like that?" he asks, smiling softly to himself as he tilts your head back; rinsing out your hair.

"yeah, easier to be held by you," you sigh, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back further onto his shoulder. he smiles sweetly, a kiss to your nose as he finishes washing it.

he lets silence drape over you both, fingers rubbing circles on your belly again before he speaks up, "I have a proposal for you, for your Christmas gift."

"mm? yeah daddy?" you look up at him, eyes fluttering open as you gaze up at him, your hands reaching to play with his fingers.

"how do you feel about getting to stay here indefinitely, mm? be my immortal love?" he watches as your eyes widen with excitement, pure joy filling you as you sit up and grab his hands tightly, splashing some water in the process.

"really?"

"really, baby,"

you smile widely, muttering thank you's to him as you hold onto him, hugging his neck. he holds your back, pressing your smaller frame against his chest as he chuckles at your joy.

"are you that happy?"

"yes! yes, I am, I get to stay with you and be with you and I get to have you to myself. i get to have my daddy and- i- thank you," you whisper the last part, calming down from your rant as you take a few soft breaths. he reaches forward to caress your cheeks with his thumbs, rubbing back and forth as he smiles admiringly at you.

"I'm glad, and you're welcome, love bug," he pauses, gazing down at you as you move to sit in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist as he drops his hands to your back again, "no more sex for a while?"

"nuh-uh, I am sore, maybe in like... a week?" you suggest, shrugging nonchalant as he rubs your upper arms.

he chuckles softly, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, "youuuuu mean in a month?" he smirks softly, drawing his hands down from your arms onto your sides, pulling you towards him.

"well, maybe on Christmas Eve but-"

he smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth before he whispers, "in front of the fire?"

"with a candle?"

"look forward to it then, my love," he smiles, kissing your cheek before letting you rest on his chest, his hands running up and down your back as you sigh. you nuzzle your nose against his skin, finding peace in his warmth and touch.

not too long passes before he's sitting up with you, holding you by your lower back and pressing kisses to your jaw, "ready, baby?"

you nod softly, yawning tiredly as he steps out of the bath first, picking you up and standing you up against him. he holds you to his chest as he drains the tub, reaching over to the towels to wrap you up and help you dry off. he then dries himself off, which you just watch him with tired eyes, wanting to help but not having the energy to. you also knew he'd swat at your hand and get onto you. then he'd say; 'i'm meant to take care of you right now, not the other way around'.

you felt it was unfair, but arguing with him was fruitless. you whined softly, watching as he quickly put on his underwear. he smiles, shaking his head softly, "hold on, hun,"

he stood up, boxers on as he starts to pat you dry, "I wanted to help you, though," you whisper softly, looking up at him; damp curls hanging over his forehead as his light stubble gets highlighted in the dim light.

"mm.. maybe next time, okay? I'm here to care for you and you need to be cared for. deal?" you hesitate before you nod, letting him gently pat you dry, wrapping you up in the towel before he picks you up to carry you into the bedroom.

he sets you down on the edge of the bed as he hurries over to the dresser, grabbing a set of his boxers for you and one of his sweaters. you'd choose his clothes over yours any day and he knew that better than anyone. he helps you put them on before he brings you into his arms again, a few giggles from you before you both lay on the bed. you're tucked against his chest, head under his chin as he rubs your back again, playing with your hair.

"you okay, my love?" he whispers against your hair, kisses placed at the crown of your head as you nod.

"better than okay, daddy," you nuzzle against his chest, hands on his bare waist as you rub your fingertips and make shapes on his skin.

silence befalls on both of you, and he swears you're asleep, until you tiredly mumble, "I love you, daddy," which earns a smile and a sigh from him.

"I love you too, baby. you rest now, okay?" he mumbles, a few quick kisses before you fall asleep. he watches for a few minutes before falling asleep himself; feeling fully at peace with his love in his arms, being held and safe.

you'd both say this night was full of beautiful Christmas gifts, dare I say the best you could receive.

nsfw taglist; @lillylvjy @enanon (ask to be added!! 18+ only ty!)

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steddiemicrofic · 7 months

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Steddie Microfic October 1st-8th Masterlist

The first week of submissions definitely didn't suck at all 🧛🏻 Check below the cut for week one's posts!

untitled by @estrellami-1 | Rated T | no cw

Feast by @stardust-walker | Rated T | cw: blood | tags: vampire Eddie

even on my worst days by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated T | cw: discussion of depression | tags: hurt/comfort, a bad day, getting together

Bloodjob by @rindecisions | Rated E | cw: blood

Finger Lickin' Good by @doublecherrypiediscosuperfly | Rated T | no cw | tags: pining

Lollipop by @wormdebut | Rated E | cw: slutty bathroom blowjobs

Swish by @bifuriouswaterbender | Rated T | no cw

Untitled by @sourw0lfs | Rated E | cw: not actually explicit, but pretty clear where it's going

obnoxious by @vecnuthy | Rated G | no cw

Copperhead Road by @thisapplepielife | Rated M | cw: Minor Injury, Blowjob Foreplay | tags: Misdirection, Bad Idea: Party of Two, Robin has to deal with two dinguses, Idiots in Love

Anesthesia sucks by @medusapelagia | Rated T | cw: injuries, hospital, medical inaccuracies, vomit

Sugar, I got a taste for you now by @sidekick-hero | Rated E | cw: free use, unsafe sex, exes to lovers

Let's Do The Time Suck Again by @onirislanding | Rated T | cw: temporary canon character death

Contact by @hellfireloserclub | Rated T | no cw

just a taste by @matchingbatbites | Rated E | cw: masturbation, cum eating, lightly creepy behavior from eddie and steve

you got me in a chokehold by @starryeyedjanai | Rated E | cw: light bdsm, light choking, hate sex, degradation, creampie

Teach Me by @mrsjellymunson | Rated E | cw: drug use (smoking weed), oral | tags: post s4, canon-adjacent

invisible thumbprint by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: finger-sucking in a nonsexual way | tags: idiots in love, getting together, first kiss, fluff

Sucking too hard on your lollipop by @atimeofyourlife | Rated M | cw: mention of abusive/neglectful parenting | tags: oral fixation, fade-to-black

I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight by @hawkinsbnbg | Rated E | cw: hinted stalking, hinted somnophilia

more for your money by @fastcardotmp3 | Rated T | cw: parent with cancer (no parent death) | tags: Halloween fic, adult Steddie

Silver Tongue by @griefabyss69 | Rated E | cw: Vampire Eddie, sexual content, teasing/arguing

like the taste by @ithinkicouldloveher | Rated E | cw: daddy kink, finger kink/finger sucking, subspace

Suck It Up by @eddieseyelashes | Rated E | cw: dom!Eddie | tags: dialogue only

head is a talking tide by @stobinesque | Rated E | cw: cum eating, makeshift gags, facefucking, semi-public sex (they don't get caught)

Untitled by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | cw: mentions of blood drinking but not from people | tags: kas!eddie, feral behavior

At My Expense by @thisblogslaysdragons | Rated T | no cw | tags: language

ready for your bite by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | no cw | tags: vampire!eddie, confident steve, suggestive

From the depths by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated M | cw: Mild blood and gore, drowning, references to murder, monsters, tentacles

It's a date by @ahsokatanoss | Rated G | no cw | tags: Female Steve Harrington, Female Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Lesbian Steddie, pre-relationship, Pre-Season 4

untitled by @yournowheregirl | Rated T | cw: lake creature eddie, suggestive language, tentacles

Suck it up by @medusapelagia | Rated T | no cw

Take what you need. by @lady-lostmind | Rated E | cw: blood, vapire!eddie

#steddiemicrofic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiemicroficoctober #masterlist

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 2 months

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and you don’t need to wonder, you’re doing fine (and my love, the pleasure’s mine)

by stellarpoint (pettifogger)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Mike Wheeler Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eddie Munson Lives, Future Fic, Getting Together, Soft Dom Steve Harrington, Sub Eddie Munson, Under-negotiated Kink, Kink Discovery, Choking, Hand Jobs, Shower Sex, Mechanic Eddie Munson, Non-Sexual Kink, Non-Sexual Submission, POV Eddie Munson, Subspace, Dom/sub, there is both nonsexual and sexual kink herein Words: 14,994 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

“Okay, so maybe I’m a little into it,” Steve admits. “Is it weird that I like to think about you working with your hands? And the uniform. Those coveralls tied around your waist, all sweaty with just a tank top underneath…” “Like Ripley in Alien?” Eddie smirks. “Oh my god, you and Robin really are soulmates. You have the same type.” “I’m going to kill you.” “Sure you are.” “You’re such a—” Eddie lunges for Steve and suddenly they’re wrestling, just a tangle of gangly limbs on Eddie’s wrinkled bed sheets. Eddie starts with the upper hand but Steve flips it quickly, managing to roll Eddie onto his back and pin him down with his strong thighs on either side of Eddie’s hips. Eddie huffs. “...such a brat,” Steve finishes. “And you like it,” Eddie fires back. Or: Steve accidentally soft doms Eddie into self-care and they both learn things about themselves.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #10-25k #future fic #getting together #mechanic eddie

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bound-vivisection · 2 years

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T4T steddie is something that can be so personal despite so many folks agreeing. How are we feeling about manhandling? Either Eddie manhandling Steve or Steve being restrained BC he got too eager at some point? (I feel like you've talked about this before? If so sorry)

I firmly believe that Eddie is the type of Dom to manhandle Steve at any time. Steve tends to get sluggish when he is in subspace, and Eddie has never been patient. He will tell Steve to roll over and only give him a second to process the order before he is gripping their hips and flipping them, pulling their hips up and pushing their head into the mattress so he can see their pretty arch.

Even in a nonsexual sense, Eddie will just grab Steve whenever he wants. If he walks a little too far ahead he will his fingers in the belt loops of Steve’s pants and yank him back. Or throwing Steve over his shoulder on the way back to the car just to hear him shriek.

God I live for Steve being restrained. He is naturally fidgety, so he is constantly tugging against his restraints and whining when he remembers he can’t touch Eddie. Or tying his legs open so Eddie can tease Steve’s little cock without worrying about them squirming away.

#anon I love you #please slide in my inbox again #steddie #t4t steddie #trans eddie munson #trans steve harrington #gay eddie munson #dom!eddie munson #sub!steve harrington #dom!eddie #sub!steve #24/7 d/s steddie

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ao3-deviance · 1 year

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oh my im sorry to hear inspiration has been tough to find for u. im struggling with the same thing too, artwise (´。＿。｀)

as for krbk ideas, i have a few if youd like to hear!

-mermaids krbk ( maybe in the courting stage? getting shiny pearls n treasures from the bottom of the ocean for each other!! a dead dolphin too maybe? ) -hybrid au ! maybe with alpha leopard bakugou and dog/wolf beta kirishima -oh ohh !!! i love how u write kirishima taking care of a tired bakugo....with the nonsexual intimacy...with a sprinkle of subspace mmm MMM !! -a band au could be very fun too !! krbk being in a bad together or bakugou being the drummer of the original band in bnha and kirishima being a big fan and meeting his idol -the bakusquad ( exception of krbk ) get turned into dogs? or lil animals n krbk are to take care of them and is super soft and cute thats all that i could come up with !! (^///^)

sorry for the long ask and of course feel free to ignore this if none of them cought ur eye !! im a big fan of ur works so thank u for all the wonderful fics u shared with us so far !!! hope ull feel better soon !!

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Thank you for the prompts! I kind of got inspired/combined two of your prompts, mermen KiriBaku and nonsexual intimacy!

This one could be a stand alone or could be a continuation of my series A.S.A.H. (All Sharks Are Himbos). Whatever you prefer!

Hope you enjoy!

-----My Siren Gets Clean-----

Bakugou brushed a coral comb through Kirishima's hair, allowing himself a moment of peace hidden away in their den.

"Hey."

Bakugou hummed, looking down to see Kirishima's eyes peeking open to stare at him. The bull shark mer immediately smiled once Bakugou met his gaze, the affection clear enough to send a blush to Bakugou's face.

"I wanted to ask…before you did it yourself," Kirishima said, "could I help you this month? With your cleaning?"

If Bakugou had thought he was blushing before, that was nothing compared to now. His face was as red as the tips of his fins as he shoved Kirishima off him.

"The fuck?! You can't just ask to–"

"I'm sorry!" Kirishima shouted over him. "I don't mean to pressure you! If you're not ready–"

"Who said I wasn't ready?!" Bakugou demanded.

"No one, I just mean that it's a really personal ask, if you want to wait, that's totally cool! Or if you never want my help, that's also fine! I'm sorry I brought it up so suddenly."

Bakugou crossed his arms, embarrassed and frustrated. He wasn't angry at Kirishima; it was a fair ask since they'd been courting for months, and they'd both already accepted the courtship for good. It was just an embarrassing thing for Bakugou.

Sirens–unlike most marine species–tended to sing while sitting on reefs or rocks or other things above the waterline. They were one of the few species able to stay in the air for extended periods. However, the trade off of this was that on occasion they had to clean off any pesky barnacles or algae that clung to them in…delicate places due to the constant transition between spaces. Bakugou honestly hated that time of the month, and if he wasn't so careful about maintaining his own health, he might even skip it for the awkwardness alone. There were…certain areas that required additional eyes and hands to get to, and he despised letting other sirens assist. Most of them avoided him when it came time for the task, though he had a handful of other mer he would forcibly wrangle into helping him, depending on which was the least painful at the time.

So no, he wasn't mad that Kirishima might be interested in helping him. He was more mad that it was even necessary. Still, the longer he thought about it, it would probably be less painful to direct Kirishima in where to look versus having to deal with Uraraka's chipper attitude or stupid Deku's constant muttering about him changing colors or new fin growth.

"This isn't a yes," Bakugou warned, pointing at him, "but it's not a no either. Let me think about it."

Kirishima beamed, bumbling closer in the already tight den so he could wrap Bakugou up in his arms, accidentally scraping Bakugou's lower half with the rough hide of his tail. "Whatever your choice, I'll accept," Kirishima promised, as if Bakugou had any doubt. "I'm really happy you'd even consider it."

"Well fuck, you're going to be my mate, aren't you?" Bakugou mumbled, looking away. "Not like you won't see everything eventually anyways."

Kirishima squeezed him even harder, like he couldn't contain his enthusiasm at the idea.

…..

"Fuck, okay," Bakugou said, fins fluttering stiffly. "You're a brute, so be fucking careful, alright? I don't need my backside fileted. Most sirens use shells to get the barnacles off, but you can probably manage fine with your nails since they're so hard." Bakugou studied Kirishima's hand, not at all stalling.

"Hey," Kirishima called, gently pushing Bakugou's head up until he met his gaze. "I promise to be gentle. I want to help you, Katsuki." He leaned closer, nuzzling under an earfin, softly setting his teeth against his skin in a shark's kiss.

Bakugou sighed, relaxing against him. "Okay," he agreed. Kirishima smiled, nipping his jaw before he grabbed Bakugou by his hips and turned him around.

There was a level of humiliation when it came to his monthly cleaning that Bakugou hated. Having to swim upside down was awkward enough, but having to flare out all of his fins and leaving himself on display while someone inspected him wasn't his idea of a good time. Bakugou, in another unfortunate genetic lottery fact, was related to the lionfish species, meaning he had a lot of fins, which was the main reason he wasn't able to get to them all by himself.

Bakugou tried to just put it all outside his mind as he had to do every month when Deku or Uraraka handled this for him, and he rolled over, fanning out his fins for Kirishima's assessment.

"Wow."

Kirishima's quiet exclamation immediately had him on high alert, tensing.

"What?" He demanded harshly. "Just because I'm–"

"You're beautiful," Kirishima said, cutting through Bakugou's defensiveness with his quiet adoration. His hands brushed across a few of the thinner fins, leaving Bakugou shivering. "Are you steady? You can hold onto my tail if that helps."

Kirishima started to comb his fingers through the forest of prickly fins from Bakugou's tail. At the first catch of a stray barnacle, Kirishima's fingers deftly plucked it off without pause, and Bakugou was immediately sent reeling at such a soft touch compared the shell-fight the others usually had to put up with to get him clean. He slammed his eyes shut at the well of vulnerability, reaching out blindly for the shark mer's tail and just hanging on, not unlike a seahorse tangled with its mate. He took a few deep breaths, relaxing against the other as two more barnacles were removed from their annoying hiding spot, Kirishima soothing the irritated scales with his fingers before moving on.

Cleaning Bakugou took hours of meticulous work, but Kirishima didn't complain once. He even started humming partway through, and Bakugou could feel the sounds thrumming through his entire body. He didn't feel uncomfortable and adrift anymore; he just felt held, cared for. Kirishima's touch was never aggressive and he was methodical in moving through Bakugou's fins so he didn't miss a single spot. Eventually Bakugou's tail found itself wrapped over the shark mer's shoulder, the blond siren completely lax against Kirishima who wasn't even slightly phased at having to hold Bakugou's weight while grooming the blond's tail.

"Almost done, I think," Kirishima murmured quietly, one hand resting on the small of Bakugou's back as he held the other close while his other hand combed through the last of Bakugou's dorsal fins and spines.

Bakugou could only hum in response, feeling too settled to do anything else.

"There we go," Kirishima announced, now just holding Bakugou. "You okay?"

"I'm good," Bakugou said drowsily, blinking slowly.

"Wasn't so bad," Kirishima teased him, gently coaxing him back upright. "You're usually ready to fight whenever you have a cleaning, but now you're just a jellyfish puddle. Are you sure I did it right?"

"You did it fucking perfectly," Bakugou assured him, wiggling and twisting his tail and spines to make sure he couldn't feel any barnacles still clinging to him. He felt cleaner than usual even, like Kirishima may have found a few hanger-ons that had been missed in prior months.

Kirishima smiled, hands resting on Bakugou's hips. "I did? So I can do it again, maybe?"

Bakugou actually looked at him then, surprised to see genuine pleasure and hope on his face. Siren cleaning was a boring chore every month, why would he want to do it when he didn't have to?

"I guess," Bakugou agreed with a shrug, "if you want to. Whatever. Sure."

Kirishima's tail wriggled happily and he immediately swept Bakugou into a tight embrace. "Thanks, Katsuki! I promise to do my best every time!"

Bakugou blinked, a bit taken aback by his enthusiasm, but slowly managed to relax into his hold. "Idiot," he accused, even as he softly ran his clawed hands up the other's strong back, returning the hug.

He'd never understand shark mers.

#kiribaku #bakushima #my writing #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #prompt #anonymous #merman bakugou #merman kirishima

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