#S'good to see you're holding up well

[crossxskulled]

Ah. To feel like a goddamn celebrity in this town.

Except in all of the wrong ways.

So wildly down the chasm of wrong that infact, the stares of the public generated into the stance of some palpable force as he finds himself amidst a passionate explanation from none other than Sonia Nevermind. A certain Nevermind that he manages to hold quite the welcomed history with, and this time catching her in a realm of determination advancing as the arcade managed to house a golden grail for her.. downright creepy interest. But hey! Who was he to judge?

Ryuji's posture remained stunned, hands settled up in a way to reflect both surrender and a request for calm all in a single go. "Okay, ooookay! So I'm readin' ya here! The king of all Ghostface for your kingdom of Ghostface dudes is somehow stuffed off in some glassy box hell, not sayin' we're gonna be throwing up the white flag on this anytime soon!" He immediately counters. It was a tie of tension between the obviously nosy crowd and seeing the flaming radiance of her resolution.

Ah, it sure brings back memories. The blonde could easily let his mind's eye wander off to one abandoned house they ventured to that one day.

The present day however was broadly demanding all brands of focus.

"Realllly had to get that offa ya chest first, huh? Goddamn." And by no means was it said in offense! An amused snort follows once the question of his arrival after the explanation of her splatterfest idols. For a moment he doesn't answer just yet, despite those pretty ol' eyes staring him down, instead drawing his attention to what would be pure nightmare fuel if this gang of western horror icons were not only real.. but some poor bastard found themselves locked up in that room.

The primary front of his attention concentrates of that particular iteration of Ghostface. While the grisly view was moreso hideous than anything positive, the fact Sonia alone holds a wish somehow made the thing shine just a little bit. "Hey. You're talkin' to one of the fastest guys on the track, had me a quick clean up after finishing drills. ..Or maybe, you might've been here on this quest longer than ya thought." It was a playful jab he comes to lean his arm on the cabinet, turning that sunny expression back towards her.

"Sides. Sound like a real important thing is goin' down here. Think I can just leave my homegirl here when things are gettin' tight? Ol' Ryuji came here to play some games originally, still got time, but this here? Sounds like we need to get this dude tied to ya name... And there's always time for deep breaths. Lungs ain't never gonna stop demanding the stuff." And their eyes needed to be on the prize! Call him easily influenced, or charmed, but the sight of someone who is out here giving less of a damn about the surroundings for a pursuit of an earnest goal?? How could that not get the blood running hot?!

"Gimme a rundown, just how many pockets this dude got that we can slide into? I caught a few on the front of that hood.." A wallet respectively tucked with some coins would be retrieved from his pocket. This was his declaration of war upon the crane game that found itself as an endless devourer of wealth, pride and the tears of the brave who found nothing but dashed hopes and boundless frustration against this domain of trials.

"But I'ma need the full scope if we're doing double duty."

@crossxskulled asked: ❛ Whoa, Hey, hey, hey hey, Deep breaths, Lot of deep breaths. ❜

Scream sentence starters - No Longer Accepting!

Fucking hell. She knew she should've asked Chiaki to come with her, or at least done a better job of convincing her best friend to help. Instead, Sonia had shown her sympathy when the Ultimate Gamer had hesitated to accompany her to the busy arcade not far from Shibuya. While she was often the one gawked and pointed at, if not approached for an uncomfortable question or a photo, it was Chiaki's turn for such behavior should she step foot into an arcade of any sort. And while Sonia was more than capable of handling, and deflecting, such attention politely, her friend was less so.

What Sonia wasn't capable of was winning at the UFO Catcher games. Or at least, the one she'd been focused on for the past two hours. While other patrons flocked to the latest offerings from otome games, an action series featuring ninjas, wide-eyed maids and anime idols, she'd planted herself in front of a single cabinet. It was full of plush dolls styled after various horror icons from East to West: Sadako, Michael Myers, Freddy Kreuger, Jason Voorhees, the Jigsaw Puppet, Chucky...and her target, the two different versions of Ghostface. One of them featured the popular fictional horror icon with a plain, grimacing mask, but Sonia was laser-focused on the limited edition version, complete with red patches sewn to mimic blood splatters. They weren't available in any of the anime shops, only the arcade, and thus she'd come armed with an arcade card and sheer determination.

And the latter was quickly running out, considering that, without a care for the rest of the patrons of the arcade, she'd let loose a string of swear words. In a variety of European languages, thank goodness, but the tone was enough for several heads to turn and stare at the loudmouthed foreigner, with a glare in her eyes and cheeks turned deep pink in focus. In stress. And now, in shock as she heard a voice behind her.

"Whoa, Hey, hey, hey, hey, Deep breaths, Lot of deep breaths."

He'd distracted her just enough that, in her attempt to snag the small loop attached to the doll's black hood, her grip had shifted and the claw had let go, dropping the soft, squeezable bloody icon right back into the pile. It was one of only a couple in a pile of dozens, and she'd tried for what appeared to be the easiest one to retrieve. Not that she couldn't afford it, but she didn't want to consider the amount of euros she'd spent on the venture thus far.

"But there is no time for deep breaths!" She protested, panicked as she gestured wildly towards the machine. That too earned her some suspicious looks: girls, especially foreign girls in private school uniforms, hardly ever spent that much time in an arcade. Much less making a scene over something as morbid as plush dolls of fictional serial killers. The crowd seemed puzzled, not just due to the fact a pretty blonde girl was choosing to spend her time in the arcade, but she didn't care for either the otome love interests or trinkets featuring the popular anime about groups of delinquent boys.

No, Sonia had far more important things to worry about. "The Ghostface doll with the blood on the mask is limited edition for the arcades only! You can't buy it online or at anime shops yet, and I must ensure one is in my collection to complete the set!" She nodded her head to the display poster, which showed every toy in the horror icon set. With appropriately-unsettling font and still images from all of the film series represented.

"I've got all the others, but I must have Bloody Ghostface too," She explained pointedly, before realizing she was, in fact, not droning on and on about her odd hobbies with a stranger and instead, it was someone she actually knew. That made it less embarrassing at least. "In any case, what are you doing here? I would've thought you'd been busy with sports today."

[osachiyo]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — fem!reader, aphrodisiac, masturbation, unprotected sex, begging, insatiable reader, honorifics (sir), dom! dottore • this is for @dazaisslave !! so sorry for getting to it this late, tysm for being patient with me ichika :3 apologies if he's ooc, this is my first time writing for him :) happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni

DOTTORE never expected to see such an.. interesting spectacle when he walked into his lab. There you were, perched on top of his table — some of the vials of who-knows-what knocked over to the ground. Small whines and moans of his name escaped your glossy lips, while two of your fingers plunged in and out of your drooling cunt in a rapid pace, the small digits seemingly not enough to fulfill your craving.

"and what do we have here..?" the masked man smirked, clearly amused by the alluring view you had to offer. your head snapped up in dottore's direction, clearly shocked to see your lover standing in the doorway.

"don't tell me you're shocked to see me, pet — what do you think you're doing in my lab, hm?" his lips parted to reveal a sinister grin, teeth glinting from the dim lighting of the room. "dottore, i —" you struggled to find the right words. what the hell were you supposed to say? that you sneaked in his lab to see what he was working on, then accidentally knocked over a vial with bright pink substance in it and suddenly started feeling dizzy and hot? like hell he'd buy that.

as if the man could read your mind, he stepped closer to the broken glass on the floor — a sigh leaving his thin lips, "what you knocked over, my darling, was a vial of aphrodisiac," he grumbled with slight annoyance, now looking up at you through his mask. "a very strong kind, to be clear."

oh.

well that explained why you were feeling so.. hot all of a sudden — but that didn't make it much better. the aphrodisiac was strong indeed, so strong that even the doctor himself could feel himself succumb to it, pale face flushing as his breaths get heavier, it didn't help that you looked to damn ravishing too — staring up at him through those pretty tear-soaked lashes, a pout settled on your lips — it made him want to bend you over his table and —

"f-fuck, hold still, pet —" dottore groaned, hips slamming against your plush ass from behind, gloved fingers digging deep into your hips to keep you in place. but how could he blame you? you were practically buzzing with arousal — hearts floating in your eyes as you drooled all over his desk.

"feels — mmh-! s'good," you slurred, a dumb smile finding it's way to your swollen lips when dottore sped up his pace, landing cruel slaps on your ass while you both get closer to your highs.

fuck, the damn aphrodisiac was taking its affect on him too — making his cock extra leaky and sensitive than usual, causing him to go even harder, and groan even louder into your ear. both of your bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, dottore's hands finding your tits to pull and tweak at your nipples, before landing a mean slap on them, making you cry out in pained pleasure.

"f-faster — sir, please —!" dottore let out a guttural groan at the honorific, speeding his hips up at your request — broken moans leaving the both of you as he did.

"cum f'me, girl," dottore growled against your skin, palm of his gloved hand pushing your back further down into a mean arch — your ass bouncing with each thrust. as if right on cue, you squirted all over his cock, and the harbinger followed not long after — muttering curses in the snezhnayian language whilst spilling his load inside of you.

you two stayed like that, dottore's face buried in your neck — breathing in your sweet smell, pants leaving each other.

"..ain.."

dottore quirked an eyebrow, moving his face away — "come again?"

you looked back at him, eyes glazed over with lust and lashes clumping with dried tears, voice breathless as you let out a pitiful whimper — "again, fuck me again! — fill me up."

[l13]

spiderverse twt links<33

WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, f!reader, the links are literally p#rn, proceed at your own risk, there's also peter x miguel soo yknow

CHARACTERS: miguel o'hara, peter b parker, hobie brown, spider noir

miguel o'hara

♡ miguel fucking your pretty throat and holding your head till you're almost choking on his cock, his thighs shaking as he shoots his cum down your throat- knowing damn well you're gonna be a good girl and swallow for him, "Fucking choke on it, baby.." "S fucking good for me.. taught my pretty girl so well.."

♡ brain empty only miguel rubbing your pussy while he's snapping his hips up at you, snarling when he feels you clamping down on his cock, as you squirt messily, but oh he's not stopping yet "Thaaat's right.. That's. fucking. right," "Fucking cum for me now, baby"

♡ miguel playing with your pussy till you're clamping down on his fingers, gushing prettily as you cum, and he's barely holding himself from bending down and tasting your sweet cunt, his hard cock pulsing each time you tighten around his fingers, and he so badly wants to replace them with his cock, but he reminds himself to be patient 'cause he also just loves to see you fall apart like this:(

bonus miguel fingering you again (he's obsessed)

peter b parker

♡ peter + side fucking while you're facing himmm. he gets to have you pressed up against him, fucking into your pussy, and he gets to see your face? oh, yeah he's sold. gets SO fucking pussy drunk it's insane, "'h my God, baby- you're so fucking pretty- pussy's so pretty too. Doing so good for me, ah-" just can't seem to stop thrusting into you, coming in you over and over again

♡ peter thrusting his hips up to no use- literally humping the air as you kiss him, your hands running up and down his body, and he's whimpering, so so happy that you're even letting him cum that he doesn't even care that you're not touching his cock<33 "You're gonna make me come, baby... mmffuck yes, please-"

♡ peter humping the bed cause he misses you sooo much:( that's it that's the post

hobie brown

♡ hobie loves when you're on top of him, but that doesn't necessarily mean he lets you control the pace. he just loves pushing you down on his cock as he bucks his hips up, chasing your tight little pussy, as you mewl above him sweetly, "Cunt's suckin' me in, love, Christ-" "Greedy lil' thing, ain't ya?"

♡ gjdfkgjdkgj yeah yeah yup yeah. no yeah. YEAH. HOBIE jerking his cock while you're riding his face??? "Like that, lovie, mmf ride m'face harder-" his words are muffled against your drenched cunt, and he's slurping it all up greedily. 'nd then almost coming when you're riding him, thinking it's so unfair that you stopped- and he chooses to chase after you, start fucking you from behind, head tilted as he stares at where you're joined, slack jawed, squeezing and slapping your ass for good measure. "S rude, love, leavin' me like tha'. Not that rude now, are you, pretty?"

♡ very very very rare BUT when it happens it's absolute *chef's kiss*, pretty boy hobie thrusting his hips up to meet the pace of your hand, his pants and moans are so pathetic and it's so cute, and he's being so obedient for once:(( just sitting there taking what you give him- "FFuck yeah, love," "Ah just like that, you're s'good oh-"

spider noir

♡ shower sex with noir:(( where you're both just so infatuated with each other, stopping your kissing just for him to rub at your pussy before sliding his cock in, both of you letting out moans at the pleasure you're getting. he literally can't keep his hands off of you<33 "So God damn beautiful.. you're perfect, honey.." "I can't stop- Christ, you're tight,"

bonus :')

♡ mm he loves letting you take control once in a while, just absolutely losing himself when you tease him, showing him just what modern vibrators can do(LMFAO), he's moaning so sweetly for you as well, pretty boy just wanted a break:( "S-slow down a bit, Jesus christ- y're gonna kill me,"

♡ he loves to rub your pussy over your underwear so much, he's drooling at the sight, making sure to circle your clit as well, "Oh, honey... 's there something you want, hm?" "Look. at. that."

miguel x reader x peter

♡ um yeah.

miguel x peter

♡ ♡ ♡ i had to 🤭

[k6ssbxnny]

MDNI!!! Explicit content ahead.

Sleazy mechanic! Toji hears the low, scratchy rumble of tire and gravel closing in on his shop late at night and his first reaction is to roll his eyes in annoyance. Though sweaty n tired from working all day, he surges with energy when he catches sight of a you, doey eyes wet with tears, huffing and stuttering and babbling about some weird smoke puffing out from your car, how you're out here all alone, how you can't fix it no matter how hard you try, how this is all the money you have, and you really, really need help -

"'S not enough, little lady," he shrugs, knowing damn well it's plenty enough, sticking the wad of cash back in your manicured hands, wondering how they'd look wrapped around his fat cock.

"It's hard work fixin' a car this fucked, y'know?" It's not, he just likes how your tits bounce when you pace in a panic. Cute.

And you're begging and begging, pleading with him about how afraid you are of your weird, messed up car, how the only places to stay nearby are sketchy looking motels with broken doors and soiled beds, how you'll do just about anything, anything if it means he'll fix your car!

"S'pose I could make an exception, pretty girl," he muses, pretending to mull over your pleas as if he hadn't made up his mind the second he saw your ass,  "payment doesn't always have t'be in cash, right?"

And then you're squirming, thighs squished together as you get all slippery n sticky, whining for a bit of friction all from sucking his cock, nose pressed tight into his messy pubes as he sinks himself into your warm, wet mouth, bunching a fistful of your hair as he pumps into you, balls against your drool-slick chin, trying not to cum too quick. For a minute, he really does consider simply painting your pretty face, prying your mouth open and smearing his cum on your tongue with the chubby head of his thick dick. But then he sees your arched back, pushing the fat of your ass into your heels where you kneel, and he knows he can't just waste his cum on your mouth.

So he has you trapped and bent, on all fours like a bitch in heat, whimpering and mewling nonsense about how he's "too big", and that "i-it won't fit, c-can't, won't go in, please, I'll use my mouth!"

"Dunno, missy," he leers, pushing your head down with one hand and cupping a handful of your pudgy ass cheek with the other, so he can get a clear view of your sticky cunt, swollen and dribbling for attention. "Seems t'me that she thinks I'll fit." His lips curl into a lazy grin as he splits your slit with a thick thumb.

Your mouth pulls open into a soundless gasp when he bullies the head of his cock into you. There's nothing you can do except feel it, feel the stretch as he opens you up for him and he warmth of his chest as he mounts you, pushing you tight against the ground as he connects himself to you. He's rough: hard, slow, taking the time to pull his entire length out of you, linked to your pussy by a mere thread of precum, before stretching you open all over again, breaching your hole as you lose the ability to breathe properly, to think at all, reduced to all but a squealing, babbling mess, "f-faster, ah... t-too much! H-hard... s'good, m-mister Toji!"

You can't help but sink under the weight of his pounding, his heavy thrusts pushing your messy thighs apart as he beats himself into the space between your legs, calloused hands squeezing and teasing your tits.

"Don't run," he grunts, pulling your hips back to meet his pelvis as he stuffs you full, relishing in the feeble squeak that leaves your lips when he holds you still, forcing you in place while he slams into your hole, faster and faster - messier - as he nears his climax. He snakes a strong hand from your chest to your stomach, then down to your clit, rolling the puffy bud, rotating between soft, tantalizing touches and harsh, nearly sadistic pinches. You egg him on with your helpless cries, shivering and moaning some nonsense about how you "c-can't take it anymore, ah- ah! Gonna - mhm - g'nna cum!"

You clench around him so tight, pussy pulsing on him with so much strength that he gives into you wholly, prying your legs apart as he pushes his tip right up against your cervix, allowing himself the pleasure of a quiet, slight groan just before he spills into you, so much, and so heavy, and so thick that you can feel your insides twisting and churning from the impact of his dick, still throbbing into you.

When he pulls out, he makes sure to sit back on his heels, enjoying the look of his handiwork as you crawl and twitch aimlessly, semen filling the slit between your legs and dribbling lewdly over your lips, making a slow, sticky way down the fat of your welted thighs.

You look sweet, he thinks. He'll make sure to taste test you next time.

© 2024 k6ssbxnny

[drearycrow]

Nsfw mdni

Chuuya loved the sight before him. Your ass up and face down while you take his cock so well. He moves his hand down to your ass giving it a light squeeze before slapping it hard. You clench around his cock making him more excited. "Oh you like it when I do that, doll?" Chuuya slaps your ass once more leaving a slight red hand imprint. His thrusts get more rough as he relentlessly pounds in to you. "Ah C-Chuuya don't stop. M'so close..." You grip onto the bed sheets holding for dear life as Chuuya makes you cum. It doesn't take long until he cums as well. Hot spurts of cum fills you up nicely. You quiver as Chuuya pulls out slowly. He whistles as he watches the cum drip out. It makes him hard seeing his cum leak out of you. "Fuck doll you're s'good to me. One more round and we can go to our date."

[nervouseden]

Bucky being Bucky in bed.

(How I think he'd act)

Warnings! NSFW. Soft!Dom!Bucky. Choking. Light power play. Pet names (Amare(love), doll, baby). Fingering. Unprotected sex (DON'T DO ITS BAD). Praise. Sweet!Bucky. Grinding. Fluff. Light aftercare.

Bucky is a massive tease, making you wait, making you squirm, making you beg, all just because he likes to see what he does to you.

Bucky would spread soft kisses all along your body, starting from your face, going down your neck, to your abdomen, and so forth.

Bucky's kisses often get more intense as he works his way down your body, practically sucking on your skin by the time he's at your hips and thighs. "Fuck, Doll, you taste so good."

Bucky loves wrapping his Vibranium hand around your throat, squeezing his metal fingers and thumb at the sides of your throat just enough to cut off a little oxygen and heighten your senses and pleasure, but never enough to actually hurt you. He cares too much.

Bucky would always take his time warming you up, spitting on his hand, slowly stretching you with his finger, then adding another just as you start to get comfortable with the first.

He curls his fingers inside you, speeding them up and adding a third, holding your hips down with his metal hand, leaving faint red marks that will turn to light bruises he'll tease later on.

Bucky groans low in his throat, loving the way you feel around his fingers, but needing you around his cock. Now.

Bucky suddenly pulls his fingers from you, spitting on his cock, the tip against your entrance. "Are you ready, amare?"

When you give him permission, he starts to carefully prod his cock at your hole, slowly pushing in inch by inch, watching you for any discomfort or pain, gently rubbing your neck and shoulders in a comforting gesture.

Once Bucky's fully inside you, he stills his hips, giving you time to adjust as he leans down and peppers small kisses along your face and neck, whispering words of encouragement.

"You feel so good,"

"So fuckin' perfect,"

"You're doing incredible, taking me so well."

"Love how you feel, darling..."

Bucky starts to slowly rock his hips, making small thrusts, careful not to hurt you. He'd never want to hurt you, you're his everything.

As Bucky feels you adjust, he softly speaks. "Remember our safe word?" Only when you say yes, does he start to actually move, his cock starting to slide a little bit deeper with each thrust.

His hips move against yours in rhythmic motions, pumping into your body fast and pulling out slowly, before pumping in again.

Bucky leans down again to kiss your lips as his hips speed up even more. "Feels s'good..." He praises, his flesh hand on your hip, warm and soft as it rubs circles on your smooth skin.

Bucky sucks on your lower thighs as he continues to plow into you, his flesh hand wrapping around one of your thighs as his vibranium hand wraps loosely around your neck. "I wanna feel you cum, amare..."

Bucky trails kisses down your neck and jaw, sucking on the skin behind your collarbone as he feels both of you getting closer.

He lifts your legs, putting your thighs flesh against his chiseled chest, kissing the flesh as your calves hang over his shoulders, his cock scraping deeper into you with the new angle.

His breath is ragged now, feeling both of you teetering on the edge of release. Bucky leans even further down, bending your thighs with him as he bites into your shoulder, squeezing your throat even tighter as he thrusts harder.

Bucky feels you squeeze around his cock your climax hitting you, and that's all it takes. A low, animalistic growl leaves him as he pulls out of your body replacing his cock with his flesh fingers, cumming on your chest, stomach, and pelvis as he grinds his cock against your thigh.

He shudders and moans, moving his fingers inside you, helping you ride out your orgasm as he releases your shoulder from his teeth, softly sucking and kissing the sting away from it.

Once you start coming down from your high, he slows his fingers, smiling softly at you. "You did so good, Doll." Bucky kisses your lips softly, his own gentle and affectionate.

He pulls back from your lips, resting his forehead against yours, smiling, and staring into your eyes. "You feelin' okay?"

Bucky smiles at you, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose, then your cheek, your chin, your other cheek, then pulls your left hand up to kiss each knuckle, then does the same with your right. "I'm so proud of you, you were so good for me, baby."

He moves off of you, reaching to the bedside table, grabbing a baby wipe. "Just gonna clean you up a little, that alright?"

Once you give permission to Bucky, he smiles, taking the baby wipe, gently wiping the cum and excess sweat from your chest, tummy, pelvis, and entrance, making sure to be both cautious and meticulous.

After Bucky cleans you up, he throws the wipe away and crawls back into bed with you, lightly kissing each bruise and hickey he made on your hips, thighs, and neck. "You look so incredible, Baby."

Bucky then lies down next to you on his back, pulling you onto his chest. He plays with your hair with his flesh hand, while his metal hand rubs small circles on your back. "I love you, Doll."

[urlovebot]

me personally i love when fics go in detail about how the top gets lost in giving their partner pleasure so i give you my take on this but in bada form. enjoy!

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shes got you laying down on your back, shes between your legs, leaning back onto one hand as the other presses down on your stomach. the way you clutch the sheets between your fingers, the way tears are rolling down your cheeks, nose red and lips puffy. loud whines slipping out of you, begging her to go faster, slow down, go deeper.

she wants nothing more than to make you feel good; hit it just right. see your eyes roll, drool slip out of your mouth. its then that she starts to lose it. she's the one doing this to you, making you feel so good that you can't think straight. its the way she languidly rolls her hips into you, she presses down on your stomach to make you feel it more.

it makes her chest tight when she knows the effect she has on you. the power she holds over your own pleasure. her breathing picks up and she starts to lose her own grip on reality. sweat beads at her forehead, her eyebrows knit together and she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. her ears ring and she knows shes being just as loud as you are. she knows shes letting out stuttered moans and airy whines, babbling out just like you are,

"feels s'good, honey..."

she shakes her head a little to bring her back down to earth,

"greedy pussy sucking me in." she lowers her eyes to your hips, watching as your cunt clenches around her strap. this was her biggest mistake. taking in the sight of her fucking into you, shes able to register just how wet you are. she can feel your arousal drip onto her thighs, wet squelching as she pushes back inside of you.

"so fucking..." she trails off as you interrupt her with a moan that sounds like angels are singing in her ears.

tears well up in her eyes, she knows she looks stupid. she feels so fucking dumb, can't think of anything other than fucking into you and making you cum. she's desperate for it, doing anything you ask.

"please kiss me. i need-"

bada immediately swoops down, pressing her mouth onto yours. the hand that was holding her up has made its way to your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you whimper into the sloppy kiss.

sloppy doesnt necessarily cover it- there's drool running down the sides of your mouths, tongues dancing with eachother. it's messy and uncoordinated but neither of you can think far enough to fix that. bada knows you're close when your hands grip her shoulders, nails digging into her skin. it makes her brain melt and she tries to focus on the sharp pain to ground herself, keep her focused on making you gush and cream and spill out around her.

"c'mon honey," she whispers in between kisses, "let it go for me."

the hand on your jaw slides down your body and her fingers dance around your clit, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

"'s too much bada, please-"

she presses her lips against yours again, "please give it to me baby," she hiccups, "fuck- please, baby, please let me have it-"

you feel the taut band in your stomach snap. euphoria flows through your veins as your body tenses up. you can feel hot tears stream down your face as you come undone under your girlfriend. bada continues riding out your orgasm for you, slowing down her pace as she feels you relax. she peels herself off of you and smoothes down your hair. she runs her hands down the length of your body as she takes in the sight before her.

"so pretty," her hands squeeze your hips lightly, "my pretty baby."

[fictionalwench]

!perv!desperate!possessive!Eddie

    who ruts himself into the mattress while he eats you out, his tongue delving deep inside you, lapping up every bit of you that he can.

'Fuck sweetheart,' he growls against you, 'taste s'good for me. Gonna cum just from listening to those pretty moans.' He coos this last bit as he slides two thick fingers inside of you, his big metal rings cold against your skin.

   You buck against him, whining when he curls his fingers into that spongy spot inside of you.

    'Yea baby? Gonna cum for me? That's so good love,' he mumbles against the skin of your tummy. He begins rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your clit with his other hand, sucking pretty purple bruises over your thighs and stomach, chuckling against you when you let out a sob of his name in desperation.

    He let's out a groan as he digs his hips into the mattress. He felt drunk, absolutely wasted on the smell and taste of your pussy. He could stay here and worship you all day if you let him, the warm summer sun casting rays over your chest that turned your skin gold. Your arms above your head, your hair splayed out like a fan. You looked absolutely ethereal.

    And you were his

    All his.

  He pulls his fingers out and pulls you forward by your thighs, lining himself up with you, barely pushing the tip past your entrance as he uses one arm to hold your thighs together against his chest.

    'This pussy is mine, right babydoll?' He's teasing you, angling his hips away as you try to push against him.

    'Fuck, Eddie,' you cry, arching your back in frustration, 'yes it's yours, now please.' You're begging now, tears welling in your eyes, your orgasam sitting just on the brink.

    'That's right,' he breaths, kissing your calve, 'it's fucking mine. And I'm going to do with it as I please.'

     He thrusts in slowly, taking his sweet time, watching your head spin and the tears spring to your eyes from the deliciously painful stretch.

     'Do'n s'good for me baby,' he praises, brushing a stand of hair out of your face, smiling softly, lovingly, down at you, 'take'n this cock so so good. You're such a good girl for me.' He begins thrusting at a steady pace, but quickly loses control, pressing your legs to your chest and raising himself to get a better angle. Your shreiks and moans of pleasure are music to his ears. Better than any song he's ever heard or written. When his name falls from your babbling, fucked out mouth, he feels a bit of him die and go to Heaven.

     'Pussy's so fuck'n tight for me baby. Gonna make me cum if you keep squeeze'n me like that.' You both moan as you do exactly that at his words, both your releases quickly building back up.

    'Tell me who you belong to and you can cum,' he growls, wrapping his hand around your throat and tightening his fingers just enough so you can still answer him.

     'You, Eddie, fuck,' you stammer, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. But you know he wants more than that. Eddie's always loved hearing you tell him that you're his and only his.

     'I'm yours Ed's. I love you,' you whine, and he groans at your words, feeling his cock twitch, close to his peak.

     'Cum for me then. Show me just how mine you are sweetheart,' and you come undone at his words, seeing nothing but white as you ride out your high, shrieking when he brings his fingers to your clit. He cums soon after, spilling inside of you, desperate whimpers and praises fall from his mouth, your name on his lips like a prayer.

      He collapses next to you, pulling you close to him, your head buried in his chest, and rubbing your back in circles as you shake and pant from your orgasam.

      'Did amazing doll' he says, his voice so achingly loving as it drips off his tongue like honey, 'always such a good girl. Such a beautiful girl. 'm s'lucky baby.' His speech is slurred and sleepy, and he breathing has become even and shallow. You cuddle in and pull the blanket over the two of you, ready to sleep, when he suddenly jumps up.

      'Nope, sorry babe, not quite time to sleep yet.' He tugs your hands, pulling you off the bed, your legs wobbling. He picks you up bridal style and begins walking towards the bathroom.

      'Gotta clean you up, baby. Gonna run you a warm bath, and then we can have a snack and a drink before we take a nap. How's that sound?'

[st-danger]

"Close," Aeon hisses out, and Swiss releases him immediately, laughing at the way Aeon flops back onto the bed, giving up supporting himself on his elbows, chest heaving while he brushes floppy hair off a sweaty forehead. He's in a similar state, worked up and way too sensitive.

"Unholy shit," Aeon breathes, sounding delighted and fucked-out, trying to steady the rise and fall of his chest. "How many are we at now?"

Swiss doesn't know. Too many times, and they're both far too high to remember the count. Their little game of how bad they can make it for each other relies on two things: one, the shared love of an exquisite, particular sort of misery, and two, how much or Mountain's greenhouse stash they can get away with pilfering.

It's something the others don't have the patience for. Not the way they do, at least. They're over the top with it. Unnecessary. It's delicious.

Just for fun, because Swiss loves having fun and why not, he reaches for Aeon's cock, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and gets a few fingertips on the shaft before Aeon smacks his hand away, a stoned giggle bubbling up from his throat.

"Oh don't you dare," he warns. "Don't even look at it right now."

"Break time," Swiss nods, and rolls over to his nightstand, groping for the next joint. He already feels as though his body is moving through heavy syrup against a wicked current. His own erection, just starting to flag without any stimulation, rubs against the bed and reignites the heat settled low.

He lights the joint, and grabs the old coffee mug turned makeshift ashtray. Beside him, Aeon lays spread on his back, legs wide apart, cock lying heavy and blushing in the cut of his hip. His eyes are glassy and heavy lidded, lips red from the biting and slopping kissing.

"It's gonna take ages to go down," he admits, the corner of his mouth pulling back in a stupid smile, revealing a row of charmingly crooked teeth. Swiss takes a long, indulgent inhale, holds it, and without asking, leans in. Gets his full lips right against Aeon's and breathes out. Their noses bump, and Swiss is achingly aware of every nerve in his body, how bad the want is now.

He really has no idea how many times it's been, how many times they've brought each other close just to back off entirely. The breaks have gotten longer and longer, because they're so needy for it, so sensitive, that Aeon barely has to wiggle a fingertip underneath Swiss’s head before it's throbbing and pearling at the tip again. They've been at it for a while, that's what he knows. They'll be at it for a while longer, too. Until they've worked each other up where even they, with their endless well of patience, are ready to tear their hair out in frustration.

Aeon hums when Swiss pulls away. He can't open his eyes.

"You're so high," Swiss notes, adoring.

"Uh huh," Aeon smiles, reaching blindly with a hand for any bit of Swiss he can land on. He ends up pressing a palm to his chest, giving an absent pinch to the hair he finds there to make Swiss startle. "And I want more."

"Bet you do," Swiss says, and has to fight the urge to stroke himself. Looking at Aeon, seeing how sticky his own cock is- his self control is really something else. He can allow himself a little pat on the back for it.

"Swiss," Aeon mumbles, bringing his hands to his own chest, his nipples. Rubbing. His dick twitches against his stomach.

"Yeah?" Swiss asks, feeling woozy through the drugs and the scene he's looking at.

"Feed it to me," Aeon insists.

Swiss watches in slow motion how his narrow chest rises and falls when he places the joint to his lips. Exhales just as steady.

"Fuck, s'good," he slurs, tongue too thick in his mouth. He won't stop plucking at his nipples and Swiss has to shut his eyes when he takes his hit. Coughs a bit, taps the ash into the mug. "Gonna be all fucked up."

"You already are," Swiss says, kindly placing the joint against Aeon's mouth once more.

"You know, I keep," Aeon tries, and then starts laughing. "I keep forgetting where I am." He abandons his chest to rub at his eyes and Swiss can't help but laugh, too. He takes one final hit, a huge lung full, and has a terrible idea.

"You wanna cum?" he asks.

"Mm. Yes 'n no," Aeon says reasonably. He tries peeling his eyes open, a hand reaching for Swiss’s thigh. Ticklish fingers ghosting over the muscle.

"Finish it," Swiss says, holding up the rest of the joint, which is an awfully large amount left, for a ghoul as stoned as Aeon already is. Aeon's brow raises. "You can cum when it's gone."

Aeon pauses, considering.

"That's way too much for me," Aeon says, taking the joint and hitting it. Swiss hands him the mug. He sighs his exhale, and squirms. "S'gonna be too much, Swiss." He blinks stupidly up at him, meeting Swiss’s dopey grin with his own. "Gonna be all fucked up and helpless," he adds, wiggling his eyebrows. The thought is terribly enticing. He doesn't point out the obvious, that Aeon is already to that point.

He waits until Aeon's let his eyes fall shut yet again with the next drag before brushing the back of his hand up the shaft. Aeon chokes, and his cock flexes hard, bobbing up and hitting his belly.

"Oh," Aeon gasps, back arching before he can think about it. "Oh, yeah," he says, frowning and nodding. Swiss repeats and Aeon sucks on the joint, pain and pleasure carving into his features in equal measure. Swiss feels himself slip a little more offline as the hits he'd taken begin their slow creep into the folds of his brain. Mouth a little drier, if somehow that's possible. Balls aching more. He hurts in the best way.

"Fuck," Aeon says, sounding a little hysterical. He sounds happy, and unhinged. Swiss curls thick fingers around him, groaning when he feels Aeon's dick flex in his grip. "Dunno how long I can hold it in."

"Finish the joint," Swiss says sweetly. "Get all fucked up for daddy-"

Aeon howls with laughter.

"Daddy?" he bites out. Swiss grins, unrepentant.

"Finish the joint," he repeats, "and daddy'll make you cum."

Aeon collects himself, knuckles a few tears from his eyes, ashes into the mug much later than he should have. Setting the sheets on fire would be a real downer at the best of times.

"Okay, I'm goin'," Aeon says, and continues to smoke, pushing his hips up rudely unto Swiss’s hand. Looking progressively more and more lost. "What time is it?"

Swiss glances at the clock.

"We've been here two hours," Swiss says, a little stunned.

"No shit," Aeon says, and stubs the rest of the joint out inside the mug. "Well. Does daddy wanna make me squirt yet?"

"You wanna?"

"Yes and no," Aeon repeats and Swiss is grabbing the mug from him before he drops it. Sets it heavy onto the side table, and collapses alongside Aeon, who paws at his chest. He's far gone. Squirming and writhing all on his own. Swiss wants to hold him, choke him. Kiss him breathless and fold him in half. Pull a handful of his floppy hair and get him to whine. Swiss relents, leans forward and catches Aeon's mouth against his own. It's grossly uncoordinated and wet, licking at each other more than kissing, really. While he's distracted, he doesn't notice Aeon sneaking a hand to Swiss’s balls, cupping them. Swiss groans, and then Aeon's tickling the head with clumsy fingers.

"I'll kiss it after you make me cum," Aeon promises, lips brushing Swiss’s while he speaks.

"You can hardly kiss me now," Swiss says.

"Then I'll hold m'mouth open, you can fuck it," he suggests. Doesn't miss a beat. Swiss stares. Aeon holds his gaze steady for a moment, and then the corners of his eyes are wrinkling when he lets out another stoned giggle. "That what daddy wants?"

Swiss begins jerking him off in earnest, and Aeon cries out and clutches at the sheets.

Privately, Swiss considers if he can get away with ruining Aeon's orgasm.

That's something daddy wants.

[withahappyrefrain]

Riding Bob always goes one of two ways- either he’s subby and practically crying with how good it feels, or he’s a soft!dom who’s gripping your ass to help you move while whispering praise right in your ear 😵‍💫

God, the duality of that man is 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Because you're right. When he's feeling submissive, it's such a beautiful sight. His blue eyes are glazed, his hair ruffled from being pulled on. His cheeks are ruddy and there's nothing but broken moans coming from him.

"S'good m'am, feels s'good," His voice strains when you clench around his cock.

"Yeah? Y-you want me to come around your cock again?" Keeping your tone stern is much harder when he makes you feel so full.

Bob nods eagerly, long fingers gripping the bedsheets, "Please! Wanna make you feel good."

His words are slurred and when you look into his eyes, you see they're brimming with tears.

You slow down your ministrations, leaning over until your noses are touching.

"Oh baby," you coo, "You wanna come too, don't you?"

A whimper falls from Bob's pink lips as he nods. He's holding back, not wanting to assume incorrectly.

Your hips still as your nose gently nudges against his warm cheek, "It's okay baby, you can come. Been so good for me."

His lips found yours as his hands grip the soft flesh of your thighs, easing you down on his throbbing cock.

"Wanna help you feel good," He mumbles, using all his strength to fuck into you, hitting the spot that makes you see stars.

"Always do, my good boy." God, he would REVEL in your praise!

But when he's feeling more dominant?

"C'mon baby, you can do it. Show me what a big girl you are," He coos in your ear. Bob is now propped up by the pillows, allowing him to be at eye level as you ride him.

You have to gently ease yourself down on his cock, so you don't hurt yourself. He helps you, his biceps bulging as he grips the soft flesh of your ass.

"That's it, just a little more," His breath is hot on your ear, that low voice making you clench, "There ya go, that's my girl."

Bob makes you feel so full. Once you get to the base of his cock, you have to stay still, needing to adjust to the stretch, to the sheer size of him.

"Just lemme know when you're ready, kay?" You nod as Bob continues to press kisses along your neck, stopping at your collarbone.

"Bob!" His name comes out in the form of a gasp as his teeth sink into your skin. Your hips jerk forward, causing Bob to now groan.

He helps you build up a rhythm, large hands guiding your body, guiding you up and down his cock.

For someone who was quiet at work, he's very vocal in bed.

"That's it, taking me so well. You gonna come on my cock? Know you want to, can tell by how hard you're clenching me."

Coming from his praise isn't uncommon.

[enviedear]

can we see billy with a sick reader 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

billy with sick!reader

of course nonnie! i think we can all rightfully assume he'd be an absolute worrywart if his girl is sick. i mean, for good reason. the last time a person he loved got sick... well that was traumatic.

tw— reader's sick, so talks of sick people stuff, tooth rotting fluff

request

the dreaded chin cough had been spreading all throughout town, and despite billy's warnings, you had ventured out a few days ago to pick up your order from the general store. you had convinced yourself it would be fine, especially since the owner never kept orders longer than a day.

but now, as you cover your mouth for the fourth time in a minute, you wish you would've listened to your sweetheart. your eyes are running and tired but you can't stop coughing long enough to hold a wet rag over them. there's no comfort, only ailment.

wheezing, you bury yourself further into your linen covers, pillow wet from unwilled tears. so you lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness. you feel chilly and warm all the same and your eyes refuse to stay open for longer than a second.

it feels like hours pass until you feel a hand on your forehead. cracking open your eyes, you see billy, staring back at you with worry etched on his loving face.

"sweetheart...how'd you feel?" he asks, voice breaking on the endearment.

you try to respond, but your throat is too raw, and your coughing returns in full force when you suck in a breath. billy reaches over and hands you a glass of water—warm from its time spent untouched on your bedside table.

billy helps you sit up and takes the glass from your shaking hands, holding it to your lips as you take tiny sips. the warm water soothes your throat and you let out a sigh of relief.

"thank you," you manage to rasp out, your voice hoarse.

"don't thank me, jus' rest and get better, f'me." billy replies, his concern still evident in his tone.

you lean back against your pillow, feeling exhausted and drained. you close your eyes and drift off into a fitful sleep.

when you wake up, the sun is high in the sky and billy is sitting in a chair next to your bed, keeping watch over you. he looks tired, but his eyes light up when he sees you're awake.

"how're you feelin'? any better?" he asks softly.

"a little better." you reply, your voice rough and scratchy but less strained than before.

"s'good to hear, honey. you had me real worried." he says with a small, shy smile. "i brought some soup for you, should help your cough."

he helps you sit up again and provides spoonfuls of warm soup to you. it immediately takes effects, soothing your throat and warming your chilled body. the gunslinger watches over you the entire time, making sure that you finish every bit before allowing you to lay back down again.

"thank you billy, you don't have to do all this." you peer at his through your lashes, already tired from sitting up so long.

"s'okay, i don't mind. i'll always take care of you, honey." he confesses, his voice soft and soothing.

you smile weakly, feeling a sense of solace wash over you. your outlaw frets horribly with any illness, and you can't help but feel sorry for him. loosing his family to disease certainly shaped his scrupulous worry.

he's true to his word. he tends to you as if you were royalty, kind blue eyes watching over you. as you drift off into the first comforting sleep, since getting sick, you feel his hand on your head, stroking your hair sweetly. his touch providing an earnest console in the midst of your malady.

as the night goes on, billy stays by your side, bringing warm cloths for your forehead and making sure that you have enough water to drink. you sleep peacefully while he sits vigilantly next to you.

as long as billy is by your side, you know you'll make it through.

—reblog and like if you enjoyed, let ur local writer know you like her work !

[vaginalsauce]

The prettiest

Warnings;

Smut blurb, p in v, no plot, praise, pet names, cursing, overstimulation, sub space?

A/N

Wrote this for pookie bc she's pookie and so is axl

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"T'much, hurts, please--!" You mindlessly begged. Your nails were dug into his shoulders as you struggled to move on top of Axl, legs and hips shaking violently as he thrusted up into you from below.

His hands gripped tightly onto your waist, holding you in place as he practically fucked you like a ragdoll.

"You can take it, I know you can baby. . . Feel s'good around me. Just a little more."

See, the problem that lied there was you weren't sure you could take anymore without passing out. You were so deliciously sore, so full, so fucked out as you clung to him for dear life.

You buried your face into his shoulder, mouth hanging open as your loud moans sizzled into low whimpers and gasps, losing the energy to exclaim as you did four orgasms ago. But you didn't want him to stop, you were enjoying it too much.

"Whas' wrong, honey? Can't think anymore, huh?" Axl moved a firm hand onto the back of your neck, holding you against him as he slowly neared his release. "Can't even speak, poor girl." His voice was so sweet, so collected, as if he wasn't fucking your brains out. Like he hadn't been fucking your brains out for hours now.

You could feel his jaw clench against the side of your head, a sign he was close to his orgasm. You finally began to rock your hips, just the tiniest bit, in an attempt to get him closer, but he only laughed at your pitiful movements.

He moved you so you were on your back, your thighs pushed up against his chest, your ankles dangling off his shoulders as he fucked you with such force you swore you saw stars. His arms wrapped around your knees, holding you against him as his hips worked into you relentlessly.

With no comment or warning, he stilled inside of you. You let out a shrill cry, back arching as you pounded against the bed with clenched fists. It was too much, but it was too good.

Axl grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them down to the bed beside your hips as he gave small, shallow thrusts to fuck you through your orgasm, and his own.

He let out small open-mouthed pants as he looked down at your fucked out face, smiling sweetly down at you.

"Ohh, my sweet little whore. So pretty when you're all fucked dumb for me." He pulled out of you, pulling your limp, half unconscious body up towards the pillows, resting your head against them gently.

"You ready for another round?" He hummed, and you only mumbled in horror, eyes glistening in horror as he let out a strong, deep laugh. "I'm just joking, sweetheart. You did so well for me, I'm proud of you."

[hot-jujutsushi-in-your-area]

So uh. Choso x reader smut fic under the cut. I haven't written anything in a while and never anything in second person but i think it turned out kinda nice.

The reader character has a dick but is otherwise never gendered so do with that whatever you want ;)

This fic has uhh: top & dom (on the softer side) reader, bottom & sub Choso, edging, anal sex, praise & light degradation, spit, crying from overstimulation. Abt 2.1k words

No warnings that i could think of apply

Enjoy<3

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"How're you doing, baby, still ok?", you ask, brushing your lips against Choso's jaw as you slow your thrusts and then carefully pull out, edging your partner for the third time within the past hour and drawing a desperate whine from his pretty lips.

"Mmm yeah s'good so good", he manages to get out between heavy breaths. "Got so close again".

He's a gorgeous sight underneath you: His dark hair is fanned out on the pillow beneath him, a few strands sticking to his forehead. Face flushed red and lips parted as he takes in deep, shaky breaths, trying to deal with the tension and pleasure that had built up in him that he once again did not get to release yet.

His legs are still wrapped around your waist and his hands have moved from where they were clawing at your back to resting on your shoulders. Between you his hard cock is still leaking precum against his stomach. It was some sort of miracle he hadn't come yet, right now he looked like the smallest touch could send him over the edge.

You wait patiently until Choso's breathing slows a bit and his hands on your shoulders start drawing idle patterns on your skin. Leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his lips, you move one of your hands to stroke over his broad chest, feeling his breath hitch in his throat when you find one of his nipples and rub it carefully.

"You're being so good for me, Choso", you sigh into his mouth, making a quiet moan fall from his lips in response.

"What do you want to do next baby, tell me. Do you want me to edge you again?"

Choso shakes his head.

"Aww do you wanna cum, baby?", you smile and drop a kiss on his nose.

"Please", he rasps. "Please fuck me until i cum and then keep going. I want you to rail me, I want you to fuck my brains out".

Now it's your turn to let out a desperate little moan, his words making another wave of arousal wash over you.

"Fuck that's hot, Choso. Of course. Anything you want"

You lean in for a kiss again, open mouthed and rough this time, moaning shamelessly when Choso slides his tongue into your mouth. He's a good kisser, knowing exactly what to do to make you weak in the knees.

You reluctantly pull away after a little while, sitting up between Choso's legs and laying your hands on his thighs.

"Do you wanna keep this position or do you wanna switch it up?", you ask.

"Mm I wanna stay like this", Choso says. "I like that I can see your face"

"I like being able to see your face, too. Especially because I plan on making you come so hard you'll see stars", you grin and squeeze his thighs.

Choso groans at that, throwing his head back against the pillows.

"Well don't just sit there and talk then"

"Oh aren't we desperate", you tease, leaning over to grab the lube from the nightstand. You make a bit of a show out of spreading it over your length, stroking yourself slowly and making sure Choso gets a good view of it.

"I'm gonna give you what you need, baby, don't you worry"

You put your hands back on his thighs to spread his legs a bit further before taking your cock in hand and lining yourself up with his entrance.

Choso lets out a content sigh as you slowly push in, breath catching in his throat when you bottom out inside him and lean down again, holding yourself up on your forearms on either side of his face.

"One last thing, can you tell me the safewords one more time?", you ask, dropping a kiss on Choso's cheek.

"Mm stoplight system and if i can't talk i tap u on the back or shoulder twice if i want to stop, we went over this less than an hour ago", he chuckles at the last part.

"Good, good, just making sure", you nuzzle against his jaw, grinding your hips against his.

"More, please", Choso sighs in your ear, strong arms wrapping around your back.

You speed up your movements, pulling out further before thrusting back into him with more force. You know you found the perfect angle you had earlier again when Choso gasps out a string of curses and clenches around your dick.

"Mmm you feel so good around my cock", you moan into his ear. "Take it so well, baby".

You feel Choso's fingers dig into your back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his moans.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Y-yeah, but please", he gasps against your chest. "Please go harder"

"Of course, baby", you move one hand to grab his hips, holding him in place as you snap your hips forward with forecful motions. Choso is trembling in your arms, holding on tightly and gasping your name as you fuck into him fast and rough, giving him exactly what he had asked you for.

The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your slick cock sliding in and out. You revel in the obscenity of it, bringing your hand up from Choso's hip to grip at his hair and yank his head back from where he is still trying to muffle his choked off moans against your shoulder.

"Don't be so shy, Choso", you coo. "Let me hear how much you love it"

A desperate, loud whine escapes Choso's lips as he dips his head back against the pillows, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. You lean forward to kiss them away.

"So good, baby, so good for me", you praise him. "Letting me tease and edge and use you and taking it all so perfectly. My gorgeous little slut."

A noticeable shiver runs over Choso's body at the new term and his hands grip tighter at your back.

"Mh did you like that, baby? Do you like it when i call you my slut?".

You momentarily slow down your thrusts a little to give him room to answer, grinning widely when he gives you an eager nod.

Sitting up you pick up the pace again, gripping his hips with both hands as you continue pounding into him. Choso's arms fall to the mattress at his sides, yanking at and punching into the sheets as pleasure coils in his stomach. His cock is still straining against his abdomen, flushed red and hard, leaking a steady trickle of precum.

You give his hips a squeeze before moving one hand up to splay it over his chest, then slowly, teasingly smoothing it down his torso to where he desperatly needs some attention.

Choso cranes his head down to watch, mouth hanging slack as he follows the movements of your hand as you pick up some precum with your fingers and bring them to your mouth to suck them between your lips, coating them generously in your spit and moaning at the taste of him on your tongue.

When you look back at Choso's face he seems to have managed to blush an even darker shade of red and you give him a wink before finally taking your slicked up fingers and rubbing them up and down the underside of his cock. He gasps at the contact, fighting the urge to screw his eyes shut to be able to keep watching.

You wrap your hand fully around his cock, stroking up in a twisting motion experimentally but still not quite happy with the lubrication.

"Choso, look at me", you command and his eyes snap up to meet yours. His pupils are blown wide with arousal, his chest heaving as he takes deep breaths.

You hold eye contact with him as you gather spit in your mouth, letting it dribble past your lips and onto your hand and the head of his cock. Choso sucks in a sharp breath, exhaling shakily as you start moving your hand again, spreading your spit and his precum over his length.

"F-fuck", he whispers, hips twitching up into your touch.

You fall into a steady rythm, stroking his slick cock in sync with the thrusts of your hips, watching as the tension in Choso's body builds and builds, his hands twisting into the sheets and his head thrown back.

It doesn't take much longer until he's there, spilling white over your hand and his abdomen as he trembles and gasps while you continue to fuck him through the waves of his orgasm.

"Fuck yeah, love how you feel coming on my cock, you're doing so well baby", you moan, dizzy with how good it feels to have him clench down on your dick.

Choso's slowly coming down from his high, cock spent and softening, laying against his stomach in a puddle of his own cum.

You keep going, grinding your hips against Choso's ass, shoving yourself deep inside him. He had wanted you to fuck his brains out so that's what you were going to do. And if the desperate whimpers falling from his lips as you fucked him into overstimulation were any indication, you were on the right path for that.

"D-don't stop", Choso manages to gasp out.

You lean down for a brief kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip before pulling away again.

"You really are a greedy little slut, huh", you tease him. "Already made you cum on my cock and you still need to be fucked more."

You time your words with a harsh snap of your hips, pleased with the loud moan it forces out of Choso's throat.

"But don't worry, baby", you continue, grazing your teeth against his neck. "I'm here to give you what you need. Just don't blame me when you can't walk tomorrow"

With that you sit up again, coaxing Choso's legs away from where they're wrapped tightly around your waist to hoist them up and hook them over your shoulders instead. The new angle makes both of you shiver and you slow down your thrusts to savour the feeling of sliding in and out of that slick, tight heat, the way Choso tenses and squeezes around you when you grind the tip of your cock against his prostate. It feels so fucking good, kneeling there pressed deep inside him, holding his hips and thighs in place with an iron grip.

You chuckle when you feel Choso squirm underneath you.

"Mhh so impatient", you scold him playfully and can't help a laugh as he almost yelps when you abruptly speed up the pace, going back to fucking him fast and rough, chasing your own orgasm now.

"Mm baby gonna cum inside you, gonna fill you up so good", you moan, pleasure coiling deep inside your abdomen as you slam into him again and again.

"Pl-please", Choso whines, tears beading at the corners of his eyes again.

"F-fuck I love getting to ruin you like this" you gasp out, feeling your own high approaching fast. "So close fuck I'm so close".

Moments later you're there, shoving your cock as deep inside Choso as you can, filling him up with your cum, grinding back into the sticky mess you're making.

Choso's almost sobbing, tears streaming down his face at the amount of stimulation, a small amount of cum dribbling out of his only half hard cock as he trembles and shivers through an attempt at a second orgasm.

You mercilessly ride out your climax inside him until you're fully spent, collapsing against him with your cock still buried deep inside. The room is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and Choso's hiccups as you both come down from your highs. God he's adorable. You let Choso's legs slide off your shoulders and lay them onto the bed again.

He gives you a lopsided smile, looking positively fucked out but happy, with his tear streaked cheeks and messy dark hair sticking to his forehead.

You carefully pull out, deeply satisfied when your cum slowly dribbles out of him afterwards.

"Glad we put a towel down", you note at the mess, crawling up to press a gentle kiss to Choso's lips.

"You were fucking amazing", you sigh into his mouth. "Took everything so well"

"Mmh felt so good", Choso slurs against your lips. "M'so tired now tho"

"You can fall asleep if you want to, I'll get us cleaned up" you smile at him before pressing more kisses to the tattoo on his nose, his cheeks and his forehead. "Try to drink some water before you doze off tho"

You lean over to grab a bottle of water from the nightstand and hand it to him, before getting up fully and making your way to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Or maybe three.

[brbsoulnomming]

Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 14

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Everyone does end up having to go home. Except him, obviously, and Steve, whose house Eddie has learned he's apparently going to be squatting in until they can figure out a way to clear his name.

Is it squatting if he's invited? Eh, whatever.

Nancy and Robin swing by to drop off the prescriptions they'd picked up for Eddie. Both of them linger, long enough that Eddie thinks they might just stay - kind of wants them to stay, torn between wanting to be alone with Steve and not wanting to be alone with Steve.

Robin hugs Steve really tight, and he folds her up in his arms and holds her close, just staying like that for a long, long few minutes, talking so quietly they can't be heard. Nancy takes both their hands and squeezes when they're done, and surprises Eddie by giving his hand a squeeze as well. Robin looks like she kind of wants to launch herself at Eddie and hug him, too, but she settles for ruffling his hair, and then grimacing when her hand comes away grimy.

He laughs at her, and they promise to check in tonight, then they both leave.

Mrs. Sinclair comes to pick up Lucas and Erica and Max, and Eddie stays out of sight with his heart hammering in his throat, but they don't venture beyond the front hallway. Eddie can't quite make out what she says as she picks them up, but her tone is low and worried, and there's an underlying note of a familiarity, a gratitude, as she speaks briefly to Steve.

Eddie wonders, again, how long they've all been doing this. How many times their parents have worried about them, how many times Steve has apparently brought them home safely, looking beat to hell.

Mrs. Henderson is much louder when she comes to collect Dustin, though she doesn't go into the living room either. He can hear her fussing over the bandages around Steve's neck, asking how bad it is, sounding only mildly reassured when he tells her that it wasn't as bad as Starcourt. She asks him to come stay with her and Dustin, and Eddie thinks he can hear something like longing in Steve's voice when he declines, promising to come to dinner next week instead.

Then it's just him and Steve.

Steve collapses on the recliner, tipping his head back. Eddie's eyes are drawn to the long line of his throat, the stretch of tendons and muscle broken up by white gauze.

His mouth goes dry.

"I've got a guest room ready for you upstairs," Steve says.

His throat works as he speaks, and it takes Eddie a moment to process it.

"Fuck," Eddie mumbles. "Stairs, really?"

Steve laughs softly, tipping his head back up. "Yeah. It's got an ensuite and the bed's decent, we can set you up a lot better in there."

Eddie swallows. He wants to ask why Steve's doing this for him, but he's a little bit afraid of the answer, so he just makes an exaggerated whine of complaint.

It works to make Steve chuckle again, at least, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, you'll be glad once you're in an actual bed. Look, I'll get you some food and your next dose of meds first, just hang tight for a bit."

Eddie grumbles unintelligibly, but honestly, Steve's probably right. He must doze off a little, because the next thing he knows, Steve is gently shaking him awake, helping him sit up, and giving him something.

"What's this?" he asks, blinking blearily down at the bowl Steve handed him. It kind of looks like chunky baby food, though it smells pretty good.

"Oh, uh, frozen shepherd's pie," Steve says. "Not a lot to work with right now, we'll have to see about a grocery run soon. But I figure it's probably at least better than snacks and hospital food."

Eddie shrugs. "Not exactly a picky eater over here," he says as he digs in.

It's warm, and tastes a hell of a lot better than it looks. Like meatloaf and mashed potatoes all mixed up together, all hearty and comforting.

"S'good," he mumbles around a full mouth, prompting Steve to make a face at him.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, gross," Steve bitches.

Eddie feels compelled to stick his tongue out at him, still with some mashed potato remnants stuck to it, and Steve rolls his eyes.

"You make this?" Eddie asks, once he's swallowed the rest of the potato.

"Yeah." Steve scratches the back of his neck, just above the bandage. "Sometimes I'll freeze up smaller portions if I make something big, so I have stuff to grab when I'm in a hurry. Or when I've got recuperating metal-heads in my living room."

Eddie huffs a little laugh. "That a common occurrence? And here I thought I was special," he teases.

"You're something," Steve returns, though the grin he gives him is wide and fond as he reaches for the prescription bag Robin'd dropped off, pulling out the pair of bottles within and reading them over. "You're not due for your antibiotics yet, but you can have the pain meds."

He opens the bottle up, then pauses, frowning down into it. "Did they give you the wrong prescription?"

Ah.

"No," Eddie says, feeling exhausted.

"But we have the same meds, and mine is like. Four times this amount, even though your injuries are way worse, infection aside," Steve says, looking back up at him with his brow furrowed.

"They said it's because I left against medical advice."

Steve snorts. "That's a load of crap."

Eddie sighs. "What do you want me to tell you, Steve? You know what my side job is. The whole town does. Every time I go to the ER for something, to them, I'm just drug seeking."

Steve looks stricken, and god, Eddie's not sure he can take any well meaning pity right now. He kind of wants the couch to just swallow him up.

There's just silence, though, and then Steve's jaw sets in determination. He gets up, leaving Eddie floundering a little and staring after him as he walks into the kitchen, returning with a bottle that looks almost identical to the one Eddie was given.

He sits back down, popping them both open, and promptly tips his bottle to start dumping his own pills into Eddie's.

"Whoa, hey, what the fuck!" Eddie struggles to get up without hurting himself or dropping his bowl, gives up, and tries his best to glare at Steve from his position on the couch under the blankets.

"You need them more," Steve says stubbornly. "It's not like I'm going to take them, anyway."

Fuck, that's worse than pity, and Eddie feels his blood boil.

"No, of course not." Eddie sneers. "Is His Majesty above such petty things like pain? Would he rather muscle through on sheer meathead determination than turn to drugs like the lower class?"

Steve goes very still. "Do you really think that?" he asks quietly.

Eddie opens his mouth to snap that he doesn't have to think it, that Steve just showed him it, but - he looks at the expression on Steve's face instead, how it's gone closed off but it isn't hard, isn't angry. It's just blank. Abruptly, Eddie feels wrong-footed, like he'd fallen back on old habits and responded as the guy everyone thinks he is, to the guy he used to think Steve was.

"No," he says, just as quietly. "I don't really think that."

Steve's frozen exterior melts a little, and he shakes a pair of pills out into his hand, holds them out for Eddie to take. Eddie does, swallows them dry, and shovels another spoon of shepherd's pie into his mouth to keep it occupied. Steve looks like he's thinking about something, and Eddie doesn't want to risk saying something to throw him off.

"It's not that I'm trying to muscle through," Steve says, apparently coming to a decision. "I was drugged last time we dealt with Upside Down shit, it was a whole thing." He waves his hand. "I was high as hell for some of what was going down, and it was. Not a great time."

Eddie tries to imagine fighting off the demobats while drugged out of his mind, and goes a little pale. "Fuck."

"Yeah," Steve says. "I can't really do anything stronger than alcohol or the occasional joint now."

"Fuck," Eddie says, softer and with more feeling. "Jesus Christ, I'm such an ass, why do you even like me?"

Steve opens his mouth, and Eddie flails, slapping his hand over Steve's mouth before he can say anything.

"Nope, nuh-uh, this is an apology, not a ploy to get you to say nice things about me," Eddie insists. "Okay?"

Steve's laughing at him, he can tell just by his eyes, but he waits until Steve nods before he pulls his hand away.

"That's not what I think of you," Eddie says again. "I got defensive and lashed out, and it wasn't fair. I'm sorry."

The laughter in Steve's eyes fades, and he looks - caught out, all surprised and vulnerable, and he's staring at Eddie with something like wonder.

It makes Eddie squirm, feeling both like he doesn't know what he did to get that look and like he never wants it to stop.

"Thank you. Apology accepted." Steve's quiet for a moment before adding, "I'm sorry, too. I could tell you were upset but you didn't want sympathy, so I just."

He shrugs, and Eddie's going to press him more about what he just, but first - "You could tell?"

"Yeah. Your face does this thing - you're usually so expressive, but you just kind of shut down, like you're resigned."

Oh. Fuck. He hadn't realized Steve noticed him like that, and he focuses really hard on the other thing he wanted to push about to avoid thinking about it too much. "So you just?"

Steve gives him a crooked little smile. "Jumped to fixing it. Robin says I have this thing, where if someone I care about is upset and I don't know what else to do, I try to fix it. But sometimes how I try to fix it and what they want are different things."

Eddie's mouth opens, and before he knows it he's said, "I'm okay with that."

Steve blinks at him. "Really?"

Eddie'd shrug, but he's not sure his shoulder - or his entire torso - is up for the motion right now, so he just tries to look as casual as possible while half huddled on the couch, in hospital scrubs. "Yeah. People don't try to fix things for me, not unless it's my uncle. Might be kind of nice."

"Oh." Steve's got this look on his face like he doesn't know what to do with that - maybe he hasn't gotten many people who let him try to fix things for them.

Which, fair enough. Under any other circumstances, Eddie'd probably be one of those, just - he doesn't think he's lying, even not touching the fact that Steve hadn't reacted to what he said. "I'm probably going to be a dick about it when I'm not recovering from being half dead, though," he adds, just to be safe.

Steve snorts. "You've met just about all of my friends, man, that's nothing new. Usually I do a decent job at figuring out when they're just being dicks and when I'm actually going too far, but they're good about telling me when I don't get it right. They do it when I'm being too much of a dick, too."

"I can do that," Eddie decides. "Tell you if you're going too far."

He probably shouldn't make decisions right after leaving the hospital against medical advice, but screw it, he's doing it anyway.

"Okay," Steve says after another moment of consideration, then narrows his eyes at him. "I'm still taking a rain check on telling you all the things I like about you. It's getting to be kind of a long list."

Eddie gapes at him. Fuck, he can feel his cheeks burning, and he really hopes he can blame it on the bite wounds or the pain meds.

Hopes Steve won't ask, because he knows that would be a lie.

"Go away," he says, curling over his bowl so he doesn't have to look at Steve. "Let me eat my luxury baby food in peace before I have to drag my ass up all those stairs."

Steve laughs at him again, but it isn't mean, and he does leave, heading upstairs to - Eddie doesn't really know what Steve Harrington does with his free time when he's not ripping apart demobats or complaining about babysitting, actually.

Huh.

He thinks he might like to find out.

He shovels the rest of his shepherd's pie down methodically, then sets the bowl down on the coffee table and eyes the stairs. Despite his earlier words, he's pretty sure there's no way he's going to make it up them on his own. He pulls in a breath and lets it out, then calls, "Hey, Steve?"

Steve emerges almost immediately, a couple of towels tossed over one shoulder and an armful of plastic bottles. "You done?" he asks, tromping down the stairs.

Eddie eyes him. "What's all that?"

"The hospital did a pretty good job at getting most of the Upside Down grime off of us, but I thought you might want to wash it out of your hair," Steve says.

And fuck, yeah, Eddie really, really wants to - it's not just Upside Down grime, honestly, what with the whole being on the run for a week thing, and it just feels gross. Still, Eddie grimaces.

"Not, uh. Not really sure I can stand up long enough," he admits. "Plus I'm not supposed to lift my arms that high yet."

Steve's ears turn just a little bit pink, and Eddie struggles to keep his expression neutral, not to let his eyebrows raise up or to lean in too hungrily.

"I can wash it for you," he offers. "The laundry room's got a pretty deep sink, and I can pull up a chair and have you lean back a little."

He looks so fucking earnest that it makes Eddie flounder a little, once again having to restrain himself from asking why. Why is Steve doing any of this? Is it just because this seems to be what he does, because he thinks of Eddie as part of their Upside Down fighting group now and is focused on taking care of a party member? Were the handful of stolen moments during all of the fuckery and in the hospital real, or is Eddie just fooling himself that this is something he could actually have?

"Yeah," he says before he even realizes he's agreeing, while his thoughts are still a tangled up mess. "Appreciate it, man."

Steve shoots a smile at him. "Gimme a sec, I'll be right back."

He disappears down the hall for a few minutes, then comes back to help Eddie up. It's slow going, with Steve taking most of Eddie's weight, but he knows it's not going to be near as rough as the stairs will be, so he tells himself it's a practice run.

There's a low backed chair pulled up in front of the sink when they get to the laundry room, a folded up towel already pillowed on the edge of it. Steve guides him to sit down and tilt his head back, neck cushioned by the towel and hair spilling into the sink.

And then -

Fuck, Steve is close.

He's been close before, obviously, he let Eddie get all up in his personal space when they were walking through the Upside Down and he leaned over Eddie's shoulder a few times to watch what he was doing, and Eddie's literally been leaning on him to walk since he got here, but - with all of that, there was something else going on, some kind of other purpose or at least a buttload of pain he was trying to ignore.

Sitting like this, Steve leaning over him as he fiddles with the knobs to get the water to a good temperature, he's just close. Eddie can feel the body heat coming off of him, and he can count every freckle and mole on Steve's forearms, where he'd pushed up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He's not trying to look, but he can still see the scrawl of writing that disappears under the sleeve of his left arm, can just make out I don't think. He can hear the heavy beat of his own heart and the way his breath quickens, and he forces himself to breathe slow and even, trying not to draw attention to it.

Then Steve's fingers are in his hair, gently sweeping it all together as he starts rinsing it out.

"Shit, man, this might take awhile," he says apologetically. "The water's coming out as black as it did for mine, and I've got less hair."

Eddie hums noncommittally, afraid if he says anything he'll end up telling Steve that's fine by him, they can stay like this all night if he wants to. There's the sound of a shampoo bottle opening, and on his next breath in he's hit with the scent of something, he has no idea what, like a honeyed summer day, all sunshine and sweet and clean.

And then Steve's hands are on him again, fingertips rubbing small circles over his scalp, blunt nails scratching in just the right way to send shivering goosebumps down his spine.

He's not proud of the way it makes him fucking whimper, but mostly because the sound prompts Steve to freeze.

"That hurt?" Steve asks softly.

"No," Eddie manages to get out. "It, uh. Feels nice."

Nice is an understatement, but not a lie, so it's the best he's got right now. It makes Steve continue, at least, so Eddie's taking the fucking win.

His eyes slide shut, and he thinks he might drift off to sleep right there if it weren't for the fact that he really wants to cling to how fucking good this feels. God, he can't remember the last time he felt a physical sensation that wasn't pain or discomfort, and he tells himself that's the reason that this is making him react so strongly.

No one's ever done anything like this for him before. No one's ever wanted to, even before the murder accusations, and between the exhaustion settling over him and the pain meds kicking in and the euphoria of feeling good - Eddie's dangerously close to begging, here. To saying please, just, please can he keep having this, please can this mean something, can this be because Steve wants to and not because he feels obligated.

"You okay?" Steve asks quietly as he rinses Eddie's hair out, and starts lathering up for a second wash.

Eddie hopes it's just a general are you okay, in light of the whole everything, and not a specific hey you look like you're going through something right now. Doesn't actually matter, he guesses, because he still has to say something, and he doesn't know what to say that isn't a lie or isn't something that's too much.

"Haven't, uh. Haven't had anyone do this before," he admits, because that seems like the safest thing to acknowledge.

He thinks what he means by this was pretty obvious, but apparently not, because Steve gives a thoughtful little hum.

"Take care of you?" he asks, cradling Eddie's skull in his hands so delicately it makes him want to weep.

Or shove him off and run until he can't anymore, but that's not any better.

"Fuck, Steve, not holding back any punches here, huh?" he asks, his voice a little raspy.

"I mean. We almost got eaten by demobats together, and we're in kind of a bathroom. That's prime bonding time, for me."

Eddie'd shake his head, but he doesn't want to do anything to dislodge Steve's hands, so he settles for heaving a pointed sigh. "No, Steve, people haven't been lining up to take care of the freak. It's not like I need it, anyway."

Steve makes this little sound - Eddie's not sure he's even aware that he does it, really, but it's like the verbal equivalent to rolling his eyes. "Everyone needs it, sometimes. It's okay to want that, especially after all of this. This isn't the first time some of us have stayed together in the aftermath."

"Yeah? Who looks after you, then?" Eddie asks.

"Robin, usually, sometimes Dustin. Why, you volunteering?"

He can't see Steve's face, but he thinks that was probably meant to come out as teasing. It doesn't quite land there, though, a little too soft, a little too genuine, and it makes Eddie swallow.

"Maybe," he says, feeling his heart beat in his throat.

"Oh," Steve breathes out, his hands stilling for a moment.

Eddie fights not to open his eyes.

"Yeah, okay," Steve says, a little too carelessly, fingertips scratching back over his scalp again. "I look after you, you look after me."

That's not quite what Eddie meant, but he doesn't know how to say what he meant, so he just says, "You don't have to. Take care of me, I mean. Just because you think it's okay to want to be taken care of, you know, it doesn't have to be you."

He waits for Steve to point out that Eddie'd just said that no one else was lining up for the job, maybe make a joke about how it's him or nothing.

Instead, Steve says, "I know. I want to."

Fuck.

If this is the way Steve always is, Eddie can see why so many girls were into him in high school.

When he's reasonably sure his voice isn't going to shake, he says, "Thanks, man. For - all of this."

He's kind of worried Steve is going to tell him that he's doing it because he wants to again, but fortunately that seems to be enough talking about not quite emotions for both of them, because Steve just hums as he starts rinsing Eddie's hair again.

Eddie lets himself relax, sinking into the soft, floaty feeling that wants to pull him down, and just enjoying the feel of Steve's fingers in his hair, the edge of pain blurred and fuzzy from the meds, and finally, finally feeling like maybe he's safe.

It takes another round of lather and rinse for Steve to be satisfied with how clean his hair is, but Eddie sure as hell isn't protesting. Time kind of slips and wobbles, anyway, as he doesn't doze so much as just fucking melt into the chair and under Steve's hands, like all the tension from the last week plus is oozing out of him. He thinks Steve murmurs something about conditioner, but he honestly doesn't care, as long as he can keep sitting here like this.

Eventually, the water's shut off, and Steve's tilting his head up, draping his hair over a towel and gently scrunching it before wrapping it up.

"You awake?" Steve asks, voice a little sing-song like he's teasing.

"Depends on how you're measuring awake," Eddie mumbles back, not entirely sure he managed to get all those syllables out in the correct order.

Whatever he says, it makes Steve laugh softly. "Come on, Munson, up you go. Let's get you to bed."

Eddie's hindbrain immediately takes over, and the next thing he knows he's saying, "Fuck, yes please, finally."

Fortunately, Steve seems to take his eagerness as an eagerness to be in bed in general, and not in Steve's bed specifically, because he just says, "You gotta stand up for that."

Eddie whines, and Steve's hand on his elbow where he'd been tugging him to get up slips, and Eddie looks up at him, eyes wide.

Steve's staring back at him, and holy shit, Eddie might be high on pain meds and a boneless mess from what was basically a head massage, but he knows what desire looks like, knows Steve's eyes are probably a mirror of his own right now.

Then Steve's eyes are closing, and he visibly shakes himself like a fucking dog, before his hand finds its spot on Eddie's elbow again, nice and firm.

"Steve," Eddie murmurs, even though he knows he's missed his moment to speak, because Steve is already guiding him up and wrapping his arm around him to help him walk.

"Not too far, Eds, I promise," Steve says. "We'll be there before you know it."

"Steve," Eddie says again, and this time Steve pauses, swallowing once before he looks at him.

Steve's arm is still around him, and he's so close they're practically breathing the same air - so close he can see the flecks of hazel in Steve's eyes, see the way his lashes brush against his cheek, and Eddie -

He doesn't want to do it like this. Eddie knows he's pretty far gone right now, a little floaty and a little loopy, and he's honestly not sure what words he can even get out of his mouth, let alone if he's going to remember this tomorrow.

"This is gonna have to be mostly you," he says, not letting himself think about how it could mean more than one thing. "I'm barely standing after that, let alone navigating stairs."

Steve laughs softly, steering him out of the laundry room and towards the stairs. "Long as you keep your feet on one side of the steps, you'll at least have one up on Henderson last time I had to help him up the stairs."

"No promises," Eddie replies, but that does make him look down at his own feet, trying to be careful and deliberate about how he places them as they slowly make their way upstairs.

With the meds, it doesn't hurt as much as it probably should. It mostly just takes so much goddamn effort, feels like walking through jello, and Eddie's not ashamed to admit he's breathing heavily by the time they make it to what must be the Harringtons' guest room.

It's… well. It's boring, honestly, minimally decorated, but the bed looks huge and insanely welcoming at the moment, all the blankets turned down and the pillows carefully arranged to resemble the way he'd found was the most comfortable at the hospital. The lamp on the nightstand is glowing softly, and there's a glass of water and Eddie's bottles of pills next to it.

Clean clothes are laid out on the bed - a pair of black boxers, black track pants with a white stripe down the leg, and a dark blue Henley.

Another lump forms in his throat, and he swallows past it as Steve points out the door to the bathroom.

"I'm just down the hall," Steve tells him.

Eddie manages to mumble out a thanks, and only stares at him a little as he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Honestly, Eddie's too fucking exhausted to sort out anything about anything right now, so he just shuffles his way over to the bed. He strips out of the hospital scrubs, leaves them in a pile right where they fall, and struggles into the clothes Steve's loaned him.

Like the stairs, it doesn't hurt, but he knows that doesn't mean he can risk overdoing it. He's careful, moving gingerly to pull the shirt on and sitting on the bed to step into the boxers and pants. Then he collapses back, tugging the covers over him. His head lolls to the side for a moment as he stares at the lamp.

If he's honest, his decision to leave it on is part that it feels like too much effort to turn it off, and part that he's not sure he wants to be alone in the dark right now.

Maybe in a bit, he thinks, but he's asleep before he can think anything else.

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Part 15

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

Day 3: Praise

♤♡-Pairs: Kazuha x fem!reader

☆☆-Warnings: mention of female anatomy, mentions of riding, chest fondling, whimpering/whining kazuha, loving Kazuha, lots of praise ♡

"Mm, you're even more radiant in this light, petal." Kazuha murmured, his hands resting softly on the flesh of your thighs. His cock buried to the hilt, making you feel full in all kinds of ways. You whined, your hands resting just as soft on his bare shoulders. Using it as perfect leverage to lift yourself, riding him as he sat reclined against your headboard. "Kazu.." your lips parted, letting out his name in a breathy moan.

"You sound so pretty when you're taking me, truly a melody I'd have on replay."

His fingers, both bandaged and not, slid up your sides. Coming to rest firmly on your breasts, massaging them. His thumbs came and swiped against the hardened buds. It always amazed you how fascinated he'd get watching them harden under his touch. And you had to admit, seeing it only made you feel hotter for him.

Your head craned backwards, hips shifting back and forth as you picked up your movements. Even your breasts started to jiggle in his hands, but that only made him praise you more.

He whined,"Fuck baby, you feel so good. Taking me so well." The grip on your chest tightened and his cock twitched inside you. That only served to give you more reason to ride him as well as you could. Soon, Kazuha found himself leaning into you. His hands no longer holding your perfect breasts, instead they opted to hold you close. His face buried in your neck as he murmured more praises against your skin.

"Doing so well, love. Don't stop. Keep riding me like that, yeah! Fuck, you're sucking me in. That's it pretty girl, keep moving your hips." His breath was hot against you, and his whines filled your ears. It wouldn't be long before you both lost yourself to the throws of pleasure. His nails dug into your back as he now helped you move, chanting your name over and over. Mumbling "s'good" and "that's my pretty girl."

His hips stilled, spilling himself inside you as he cried out your name. Kazuha had always been a lover who didn't mind letting you know how you made him feel. He'd tell you from to beginning to end how well you were doing. How much you affected him. He pressed soft kisses to your neck as he held you close.

"You did so well, petal. Wanna go again? I still have time before my ship departs."

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[zhxngii]

⌗STARRING; Xiao, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, & Kaveh ft. Kazuha, Thoma, Ayato, Childe, & Alhaitham.

⌗NOTE; This is my camboy post for my 400 followers mark, I hope you all enjoy. This is 18+ content so please mdni! also ps the collabs are threesomes.

                                ✰ MDNI. 18+ content ahead! ✰

𖤣 - XIAO's solo streams;

Despite how long he's been doing this he's still a bit shy to just jump into the action, and often tells his little fantasies or whatever he has planned for future streams. Whenever he's in the mood, which happens more than you think, he just gets so vocal. He doesn't tell you but whenever he reads the chat and see such messages praising him and telling him how good he looks like this it gets to him.

Favorite collab ➜ Kazuha

Xiao enjoys spending his time with you and kazuha, they'll take it pretty slow as they both want to savor this moment. They're both so gentle, almost too gentle with you as if you'd break if they were a bit too rough. They love praising you for doing such things, even reading out praises from the chat whenever they get the chance. You just take them both so well, it's enough to make them crazy.

𖤣 - DILUC's solo streams;

Whenever he's on stream he just jumps quick into what he has planned after giving a short little greeting. Whenever he's in the mood he often has the habit of mumbling to himself. "mmm you're s'good for me" "just like that" just a small bit of what he says. Does indeed like teasing himself, sometimes might even use toys if he's in the mood. sit back and enjoy the show.

Favorite collab ➜ Thoma

Diluc and thoma simply because the two think so much about just pleasing you in front of your viewers they often just forget about themselves only focusing on making you feel good. Even if you want to try so bad to get them both off it won't ever be easy, always expect to be put in a position where they both can make you cum multiple times.

𖤣 - KAEYA's solo streams;

Whenever he's in the moment he often reads the dirty shit anyone dares to type out in the chat, just when you think he might've not seen it, he has. Oh, you're so bold to say just how much you want him. Telling him the things you want him to do to you, don't chicken out now, he's here giving you what you want.

Favorite collab ➜ Ayato

The two being similar with their love for pet play of course they'd collab together, He enjoyed the sight of you completely submitting to the both of them as the good pet you were. Each and every one just happened to top the last, it was never a dull moment in it even you guys' supporters can agree. Whenever you're just on a leash for the two following every order they give it's such a sight to see.

𖤣 - ZHONGLI's solo streams;

He isn't too much of a fan of using toys on himself, whenever he's horny enough he'll rub one out for you. don't expect him to give in so easily though, he needs to know if you'll be good for him first then maybe he'll give you what you want if he's entertained enough.

Favorite collab ➜ Childe

He loves collabing with childe as he is just as needy as you, he enjoys sitting back watching you two go at each other with little to no patience. It wasn't until the first stream that he realized just how much it turns him on, he likes being able to guide both of you, even more when you two beg him for some sort of release as you can't hold it anymore. If anything, the both of you know how weak it gets him.

𖤣 - KAVEH's solo streams;

Whenever he comes to release some tension, he often uses toys but only for certain occasions. He's a sucker for praises so keep that up, he always tells you how much he loves when you do that. Often degrades you, telling you just how perverted you all are sitting there watching him get off, but always ends it with how much he loves how you're watching him.

Favorite collab ➜ Alhaitham

As much as he may fight with the other, he hates to admit (lmao) that he likes collabing with Alhaitham. at first it was just for fun simply because you suggested it but turns out he wants to continue this. Having you between the both of them, trembling from the intense pleasure you're receiving from both men, kaveh loves the fucked out faces you make each time you get close. he even likes watching haitham please you himself.

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