#been very very stressed and taking it out on the boys and now the boys are so close to my heart

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Me? Eating my feelings? It's more likely than you think.

[duocatt]

having some Issues w my cats

[fuckmymunson]

eddie munson loves when his girl rides his face i will stand by that forever!!!

HE ABSOLUTELY DOES, HE IS THE BEST PUSSY EATER AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE! It's canon I already sat on his face 🙄👍🏻.

18+ as usual! So minors stay away or ill bite your knees... This is longer than intended but… idgaf imma eat my crepes rn bye lol I'm a whore.

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This man was made to eat pussy, like it's that one secret talent everyone apparently has; cooking? Not his gig, writing? If designing campaigns counts sure, but probably it doesn't, fishing? He can't catch shit, dude… but professional pussy eating? That's right under his belt.

Had a rough day at work/school? Don't worry, just hop on and take a ride.

Feel stressed after a long week? Hold on, boyfriend Eddie it's on his way!

But, he will always prioritize your feelings before going straight to business. Eddie will hold your hand as he listens to you, he will nod every now and then to let you know you still have his complete attention, and even will rub your back soothingly if your ranting becomes too heated.

He will run a shower for you, wait for you patiently reading a comic or boiling some water for your tea, or coffee if that's what you prefer.

He will even dress you if you allow him. This man is on his entirety devoted to you.

Once he sees you are all relaxed, smiling and giggling, he will without any questions drag you to his room (or yours, or even his van, or an empty classroom, anywhere!), he will kiss you as if his life depends on it and shower you with affection.

Eddie's kisses are loving and passionate. Yes, he will kiss you with his soul every time but when he's a man with a mission (and that mission it's you using his face as a chair), he is a true gentleman. He kisses your lips, your nose, your cheeks, your neck, down to your shoulders as he undresses you.

He will settle between your legs, his thumbs tracing your thighs and pulling down your bottoms along with your underwear. Eddie kisses your neck and bites it softly, rubbing your clit in circles with his thumb and using his other hand to pinch your nipple lightly. He's been hard since he met you but this isn't about him at the moment, he wants to make you feel good.

"I know just the thing to cheer you up" He whispers against your neck, tracing his tongue over a purplish hickey.

"Yeah?" You ask breathlessly and his cock twitches at the sound of your sweet, worked up voice. He nods and slides a finger inside you, biting his lip to prevent a moan at the wonderful sensation of your pussy engulfing his digit.

"Sit on my face, gorgeous. Ride me" He practically begs, whiny and needy. His requests makes you moan and clench around him.

Eddie sometimes (always) thinks he definitely won the lottery with you.

"Let me treat you, my lady" He teases as you straddle his face, he squeezes your ass and basically roams anywhere his rough hands can reach.

"Shut up" You laugh and do your best to find a proper leverage.

"Make me" Eddie bites back, making you quirk an eyebrow at his challenge.

"Okay"

And with that, you lower under him, successfully shutting him up by rubbing your wet pussy against his face.

Eddie dives in, eating you like a starved bastard. He moans at the very first taste, holding on your thighs for dear life as he flicks your clit with his tongue. He will pant and whine when your hand comes down to yank and pull his curls, promptly riding his face.

His half-lidded, chocolates brown, pretty doe eyes will look you from underneath as if you were a goddess, and honestly? To him you are. And he is a blessed man for eating this heavenly pussy.

Eddie will fuck you with his tongue as his nose touches your clit. His eyes will roll to the back of his head every time you moan his name and ask him for more— To which, come on; Eddie is a pleaser, that boy is a real pussy pleaser. He will lap you and he will make the most obscene and sinful sounds when he eats you out. His favorite head? Sloppy, with long tongue slides and when his face ends up all drenched and slippery with your slick and his saliva.

So by the time you cum all over his face, he will be pussydrunk, he will be a whining mess, his pijama shorts have a wet stain and he is so hard it literally hurts.

He will nods eagerly when you cum, basically sobbing your name back as he presses you even closer to his face, because he will be damned if he misses a single drop of you.

Eddie could die between your thighs <3.

[pedgito]

do you think eddie would prefer the kinky, passionate, messy sex with a lot of spit and other body fluids, being very dominant and in control or the giggly, not taking himself or you very serious loving type of sex where he jokes around all the time? i see him doing both but i think in a long term relationship he would be kinky af and enjoy that more

so…i got carried away, it extends under the cut.

cw: spitting, slight choking, degradation, spit as lube

i think it’s a beautiful mix of both when it’s not planned out. i imagine there’s times when he’s stressed and he really just needs to let it out and that’s always the safest and most comfortable way for him to do it, just showering you with that love and attention but also like, kinda being rough about it?? it’s just that outlet he needs to release the anger that’s built up and he loses himself in it sometimes. it’s always face to face, either his forehead is pressed up against yours or he’s hovering super close and just watching, hands squeezed around your throat ever so slightly until you squeak when he slips inside you.

and he calls you the worst things, does stuff that normally would make you both blush outside of these circumstances, but there’s no judgement here and eddie appreciates that.

“needy little whore, yeah?” he says through gritted teeth, his harsh thrusts shoving you up the bed until you can’t help throwing your hands against the wall, giving him some resistance. “always so fuckin’ greedy for my cock.”

he’ll bite and suck at your bottom lip until it’s bruised, spitting into his own hand as he reaches down to rub at your clit just because he wants to watch you squirm before turning his attention back toward you and nodding toward your mouth, watching closely as you part your lips, letting him spit into your mouth.

you thought you’d always hate it, but eddie had changed your viewpoint on so much shit that you weren’t sure there was anything you wouldn’t be interested in trying.

and most of the time you can barely manage words, so it’s always eager nods and mumbled responses as you fall deep into it, because even within all that eddie still takes care of you—and if those aren’t the best orgasms you’ve had, you’d be lying.

but he’s also one giggly motherfucker when he’s just teetering on the edge of being too horny—he’s not really asking for sex, but it always ends up there anyways. some nights start with you first, his hand shoved down the front of your underwear as he mocks your expressions lightly, chuckling when he realizes he’s hit the right spot and doesn’t stop. other times it’s him, laughing breathlessly, eyes squeezed shut as you lick a slow line up his cock from the base to the tip before taking him fully in your mouth.

and when you fumble too much during sex, the inbetween of switching positions or slow lingering kisses, he really can’t help but find it amusing, cracking stupid jokes to fill the silence—

“so, how was your day?” he asks randomly, shifting you up on your knees as he settles behind you, “do anything interesting?”

you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it, followed by his voice answering his own question.

“because boy has mine been fuckin’ super.” he says boastfully, slipping inside you again, “doing my favorite thing right now, actually.”

“eddie,” you interject like clockwork, “shut up.”

and he knows it’s meant to be endearing, so he never takes it the wrong way. and it’s part of the reason why he enjoys both sides of it so much, he never takes himself too seriously and is always ready throw himself into whatever role you need him to be, just as you do for him.

[19junewrites87]

Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Henderson!reader

This was inspiration from the "I'm a planet" scene from the movie "Juno"

I took the "I'm a planet" line and formed a story around it, so I hope you guys like it !

Warnings: FWB situation, angst, teen pregnancy, mentions of weed, mentions of absent fathers, swearing, implied smut with no actual smut, Eddie is a jerk in this one but he gets better

Word count: 3971

A/N: This story has A LOT of dialogue

Y/n and Eddie Munson weren't an item. You weren't even friends, just friendly, very friendly, acquaintances. You had met at a house party during Eddie's first senior year. You were a junior at the time and didn't really know anyone at the party. Eddie seemed very disinterested in what was going on, just sitting outside by the pool, rolling a joint. 

"Hey." She greeted, making the metalhead look up at her from behind his bangs. "I'm Y/n."

"Eddie." He said, his attention going back to the nearly rolled joint. Y/n shuffled her feet and cleared her throat.

“This party’s kinda lame.” She said, trying her best to strike up a conversation.  

“Yeah,” He nodded, fully looking at her. “But it’s whatever.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, awkwardly. “Listen, Eddie, I-”

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked, blowing smoke out of his mouth. 

“What?” She stuttered.

“Is that why you’re talking to me?” Eddie asked. “You want a hookup.”

“I mean,” She hadn’t initially come over to ask him for a hookup, but when a cute guy offers… you take up that offer. 

“I’m down if you are.” Eddie shrugged.

That’s what landed her in this situation. She was now in her senior year, Eddie was in his second senior year. They had been casually having sex with each other. Y/n would call Eddie when she needed him, he would call her when he needed her, etc, etc. They had been very careful. Every time they saw each other, they were careful. But I guess they weren’t so cautious this time, since Y/n was staring at the blue liquid in the cup that sat on her bathroom sink. She held her head in her hands and sobbed.

“Y/n?” Dustin knocked on the door. “Are you okay?”

“Just fine, Dusty.” She said. She grabbed the cup and dumped it into the toilet. She wrapped the box up with toilet paper and buried it in the garbage can. She opened the bathroom door to see her younger brother standing there with his Hellfire shirt on. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, seeing her red-rimmed eyes. Y/n sniffled and shook her head.

“Nothing that you should worry about.” She said, patting him on the shoulder as she walked down the hallway. “But hurry up before we’re late for school.”

Y/n was gathering her books from her locker, listening to Robin talk about a customer she had to deal with at work the other day. Normally, Y/n would be complaining with her, but she had too much on her mind. She’s pregnant now… and Eddie Munson is the father. 

“Earth to Y/n.” Robin snapped her fingers in front of Y/n’s eyes, making the girl look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Robin.” She answered, quickly. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“No,” Robin shook her head. “No, something’s definitely wrong. You love hearing about bitchy customers.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/n sighed, closing her locker. “I’m just a little stressed out, that’s all.”

“Test today?” She asked, to which Y/n nodded just to avoid further questions.

“Yeah, math.” Y/n shrugged. “I’ll get over it.”

“It’ll be fine.” Robin assured her with a supportive smile. “You always do great!”

“Yeah.”

Y/n watched as Eddie dramatically talked to the boys at the lunch table. She needed to tell him sooner rather than later, but she didn’t want to do it with anyone around. Especially not Dustin. To everyone at Hawkins, Y/n and Eddie had nothing to do with each other. They were strangers. To Dustin, Eddie and Y/n only ever say hi to each other when she would pick him up from Hellfire meetings. That’s all. Eddie and Y/n are complete strangers.

Six o’clock rolled around and Y/n walked through the empty hallways to pick up Dustin. She felt like passing out. She wasn’t sure how’d she react when she saw Eddie, but she needs to tell him. She sat down on a bench in the hallway and waited for Dustin to come out of the room. She was there for about five minutes before Dustin and the rest of Hellfire came out of the room.

“Good work, gentlemen.” Eddie said, shutting the door behind him. “We’ll see you next week for the continuation of our adventure!” They boys smiled and nodded at Eddie. As they were saying bye to each other, Eddie’s eyes met Y/n’s. He smiled and nodded at her, to which she tried to return. 

“Ready to go, Dusty?” She asked, grabbing Dustin’s backpack from his shoulders.

“Actually,” Dustin scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I tried to call you and tell you earlier that I was going to Mike’s after this.”

“So you’re telling me that I drove here for nothing?” Y/n asked, irritated.

“I called home.” Dustin said. “But mom said you weren’t home. I’m sorry.”

“Whatever, Dustin.” She shook her head. “Just call when you get to Mike’s.” Dustin thanked his sister and walked down the hall with Mike and Lucas. Once they were all gone, Y/n found herself pushed against the club room door, Eddie’s lips pressed against hers. His hands grasped her waist as Eddie pushed his hips against hers, making her quietly moan. 

“Eddie,” She mumbled against his lips, her hands on his shoulders. Eddie kissed down her face and attached his lips to her neck, immediately finding her sweet spot, making her knees weak. “Eddie, wait.”

“You wanna take this to the van?” He asked, still kissing her neck.

“No, Eddie.” She said, pushing him away slightly. “I don’t want to have sex right now.”

“Oh.” He frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought-”

“But I do need to talk to you.” She interrupted. “Can we go somewhere private? I kinda don’t want to have this conversation in a school hallway.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, let’s go into the room.” Eddie opened the door, allowing Y/n to go in first. She sat down in one of the seats at the table and waited for Eddie to close the door and sit by her. 

“So…” Eddie trailed off. “What did you need to talk about?”

“You know how we’ve been uhm…” She waved her hands slightly, trying not to say the word. 

“Yeah, yeah,” He nodded. “Do you- do you not want to keep doing it?”

“No, no,” She shook her head. “That’s not what I need to talk about.”

“Then what is it?” Y/n paused, her throat closing and mouth going dry. 

“Eddie,” She quietly said, tears forming in her eyes. “I-”

“Woah, hey,” Eddie stood and sat in the chair directly next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “You’re scaring me.”

“I’m pregnant.” She sobbed. 

“What?” His eyes went wide. He pulled his arm away from her and looked at her in shock. “H-how do you know?”

“I took an at-home test.” She wiped away her tears.

“But are you sure they’re accurate?” He asked. “I mean-”

“Eddie,” She began to become frustrated. “I haven’t had my period in months.” Eddie stood from the chair and began to pace around the room, running his hands through his hair.

“How do you know it’s mine?” He asked, making Y/n angry.

“Are you serious, Eddie?” She asked, watching him pace around the room. “You are the only person I’ve had sex with. Ever!”

“Well,” Eddie flailed his arms around. “How are you going to fix this?”

“What are you saying?” 

“I’m saying,” Eddie began to shout. “How are you going to get rid of it? This doesn’t just affect you, Y/n.”

“I’m keeping my baby, Eddie.” She said, quietly. “Whether you’re in its life or not, I am having this baby.”

“Fuck, Y/n!” Eddie shouted. “This isn’t fair!”

“Not fair?” She laughed, humorlessly. “Are you serious?”

“I can’t, Y/n.” He shook his head, walking towards the door. “I can’t do this.”

“Edward Munson, if you walk out that door you won’t ever see your baby!” Y/n shouted, tears streaming down her face. 

“Maybe I don’t want to, Y/n.” With that, the door shut behind him, leaving Y/n to cry all alone. Fine. She'll do this alone if she has to. 

“What’s been going on with you?” Dustin asked, walking into Y/n’s room. She sat up from her bed and looked at the boy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You have been weird ever since a couple weeks ago.” Y/n looked into her brother’s eyes and became emotional. He saw her eyes tear up and he sat down on the bed next to her.

“Can you-” She gulped. “Can you close the door, please, Dusty. I gotta talk to you.”

“Yeah,” He nodded, getting up to shut the door. “What’s going on?” He sat back down and watched his sister cry.

“Dustin,” She sniffled. “You have to promise me that this stays between us, okay?”

“I promise.” She pursed her lips and took a deep breath.

“I’m pregnant.” She whispered to him, making his face drop.

“What?” He asked, beginning to cry himself. “Who-”

“The dad wants nothing to do with us.” She interrupted him. “And that’s not something for you to worry about.”

“Does mom know?” She shook her head, making his face fall. 

“You’re the only one besides me that knows.” She sniffled, trying to stop crying. 

"You need to tell someone." Dustin told her. "You need to tell mom."

"I know!" She rubbed her hands over her face. "I just don't know how. I'm going to break her heart."

"But she'll help you!" Dustin said, grabbing his sister's hand. There was a long pause of silence as Dustin watched his sister think. 

"Can you help me tell her?"  She asked. 

"I-I wouldn't know how!" Dustin frantically shook his head, his eyes wide with panic.

"Just-" She briefly thought. "Just be there to hold my hand? Can you do that for me, Dusty?"

"Of course I can." His eyes began to tear up again. "I'd do anything for you, Y/n, you're my big sister."

"Can we tell her tonight?" She asked, feeling a surge of courage. "I just… I don't want to feel lost anymore."

"Yeah," He nodded, nervously. "Yeah, if that's what you want."

"It doesn't matter what I want anymore." She scoffed. "She'll find out sooner or later."

"Then let's tell her." 

"Mom?" Y/n asked, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, where her mother stood washing dishes. 

"Hi, sweetie pie!" Her mother quickly smiled at her. "Do you need something."

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Uh oh." Her mother turned off the sink and began to try her hands. "Is this a girly problem?" 

"Uhh…" She trailed off. It kind of was a girly problem, but not in the way her mom was probably thinking. "Kinda, yeah."

"Oh, okay," Her mom nodded, promptly putting the dish towel down and walking to her daughter. "Let's go to your room."

"Actually, can we do it in the living room?" She asked. "Dustin's gonna be there when I tell you." 

"Okay." Her mother said with confusion. Y/n walked to the living room, her mother in suit, where Dustin sat on the couch waiting. Y/n sat at one end of the couch, her mother sitting at the other end, making Dustin the middleman. 

"You two are scaring me." Their mother said, worry filling her eyes. Dustin's eyes began to fill with tears, making Claudia worry even more. "What is the matter with you two?!"

"Mom," Y/n began to cry. "I love you so much and I want you to know that."

"Y/n, I love you too." Claudia said. "But you need to tell me what's going on."

"I'm pregnant." She gulped nervously. "The father wants nothing to do with us and I'm keeping the baby." Claudia's jaw dropped, her hands shaking. 

"What?" Her voice was shaking. "What do you mean?" 

"I'm so sorry." Y/n cried, her face in her hands. "It was an accident." 

"Who's the father?" She asked, making Y/n look at Dustin nervously. 

"I-"

"Tell me, Y/n." Claudia demanded. "He needs to take responsibility for this!" 

"I can't tell you!" Y/n nearly shouted. "He won't come around anyway, so it doesn't matter!"

"Doesn't matter?" Claudia scoffed. "He's the one that's going to pay child support. He's the one that's going to be this baby's father!" 

"He doesn't want anything to do with us, mom!" She shouted. "He won't help even if I tell him to! Don't you understand?" 

"I'm so disappointed in you." Claudia said, making Y/n cry harder. 

"Mom," Dustin said, shocked with his mother. "Don't do this to her. She's upset as it is."

"You don't understand what this means, Dusty."

"Like hell I don't!" Dustin shouted, standing from the couch. 

"Dusty!" Claudia gasped at her son's language. 

"She's my sister! Your daughter!" Dustin said, matter of factly. "She came to you for help. She doesn't know what to do. She needs guidance!" Claudia blinked back tears and sighed. She leaned over the couch and grabbed onto Y/n's hands, making the young girl look into her eyes.

"I'm disappointed in you, Y/n." Claudia said, making Y/n choke back a sob. "But… I'm your mother and if you need help, then I'll provide it."

"Thank you, mom." Y/n smiled, slightly.

"But that doesn't mean I will do everything, Y/n." She conditioned. "I am the grandmother, not the mother of this baby."

"I know, mom." Y/n nodded. "I'll take all the help I can get." 

After Y/n told her brother and mother about her pregnancy, she waited until she began to show slightly to tell her friends. They were shocked, especially Steve and Robin, but they were supportive nonetheless. Steve actually rolled his eyes and said that he can't wait to babysit another kid. She has never been more grateful for her friends, especially when she really began to show. The endless rumors of who the father was swarmed Hawkins like flies on shit. Y/n just ignored everything. They didn't need to know who the father was. They didn't need to know anything. But the rumors still got to her, as she had cried to Steve about it, him being the only male comfort for her besides her brother. 

"I can be the father." He had said to her as she leaned her head on his shoulder, his arm around her shoulders. 

"What?" She lifted her head off of his shoulder to look at him.

"If you want the questions about who the father is to stop," He began. "Just tell them I'm the father."

"No," She shook her head. "I can't do that to you, Steve. It'll ruin your reputation." 

"You're one of my best friends, Y/n." He said. "I don't care about my reputation if it means I help you."

"You're really sweet, Steve." Y/n smiled, leaning her head back on his shoulder. "But… even though the father wants nothing to do with us, I don't think he'll appreciate someone else taking his place."

"Well," Steve sighed, pulling her closer. "If you ever change your mind, just let me know."

Y/n had thought about it for weeks. She really, honestly, was considering telling everyone that Steve's the father of her baby. But she felt it would be disrespectful to Eddie. Before this whole incident, she had started to consider him a friend. But now? Now they really were strangers. Strangers with a baby. 

"Eddie." Y/n said, standing next to him at his locker. "We need to talk."

"About what?" He sighed, looking at her, his eyes momentarily locking onto her large stomach. 

"I know you want nothing to do with us, but-"

"Shh!" He shushed her, grabbing the end of her jacket to pull her closer. "Could you be quiet about that shit?"

"I'm going to tell people that Steve's the father." She continued. 

"Steve?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yes, Steve Harrington." Eddie laughed and crossed his arms.

"What, you screwing him now too?" He scoffed. "Is that even safe for the baby?"

"Shut up, Munson!" She glared at him. "Steve's more of a man than you'll ever be. He's voluntarily stepping up to take care of a child that isn't even his!"

"You know, Y/n," Eddie smirked. "I still have your underwear." Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed, crossing her arms. 

"Well, I still have your virginity." 

"Shut up!" He said, angrily glaring at her. "You know, I should be the one pissed off at you! You're ruining both of our lives by keeping this baby."

"How could your life be ruined when you're not even claiming parentage?" She nearly shouted. 

"This affects me too and you know it!" He pointed a finger at her. 

"Yeah, well at least the evidence isn't under your sweater!" Tears fell from her eyes, making Eddie's face soften up a bit. "Everyday I have to hear shit from people. You don't! So don't even start with that shit, Munson." With that, she stormed off, frantically wiping the tears from her eyes. Eddie scrunched up his face in anger and slammed his locker shut with a curse. 

“She’s just been in such a bad mood lately.” Dustin said to the lunch table. “I don’t know w-”

“What do you know about your sister, Henderson?” Eddie said, slamming his hands down on the lunch table as soon as he arrived. It had been a few days since he talked with Y/n. The day after their little spat in the hallway, he began to hear people whispering that Steve Harrington was the father of Y/n’s baby. Now, Eddie will admit that he reacted badly when Y/n talked to him, but he didn’t actually think she’d tell people that Steve’s the father. 

“I-” Dustin looked shocked at what his dungeon master and friend was asking him.

“Who’s the father of her baby?” He asked, his eyes crazed like a madman. 

“Not you too.” Dustin groaned, rolling his eyes. “I thought you’d be different, Eddie.”

“Just-” He began to get angry. “Tell me what you know.”

“She doesn’t like when people talk about her, Eddie.” Dustin said. 

“Henderson,” Eddie knelt down to his level, his hand grasping at the back of Dustin’s neck. “Who is the father?”

“Steve Harrington.” Dustin said. “Why are you so worried about it?”

“Damnit!” He hit the table again as he came to a stand, his eyes searching for Y/n in the crowded lunchroom. At least now Eddie knew why Dustin never seemed to be angry with him. Sure, Dustin is a sweet boy, but he was protective of his sister. Eddie was sure that if Dustin knew about Eddie and Y/n, he’d never speak to Eddie again, let alone still be a part of Hellfire. 

“I know,” Dustin said. “I’m pretty mad at Steve too, but I’m at least thankful that he came to his senses and decided to take care of Y/n and their baby.” 

“Where is she?” He suddenly asked after a few moments of silence.

“Home.” Dustin said, confusion written all over his face. “Why?” Eddie didn’t answer him. All he did was rush out of the lunchroom, pushing away anyone who got in his way. He needed to get to Y/n. He needed to talk to her. 

“Y/n!” Eddie shouted, pounding on her front door. Eddie had only known where she lived because he had since been driving Dustin home from Hellfire meetings, since Y/n would never come anymore. “Y/n, please! Open the door.”

“What, Eddie?” Y/n asked upon opening the door. Eddie looked at her and noticed the black circles around her eyes, chapped lips, and rosy cheeks. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“As fine as I can be when a kid won’t stop making me puke.” She deadpanned. “Now what do you want?”

“Why are you telling people that Steve’s the father?” He asked, making Y/n sigh.

“I told you I was going to do that.” She shook her head in disbelief. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it, Y/n.” 

“Eddie, why do you even care?” She asked. “You don’t want us. Steve does.”

“Steve’s not my baby’s father.”

“Your baby?” Y/n scoffed. “It’s your baby now?”

“Y/n,”

“Once I start saying the baby is someone else’s it suddenly becomes your baby?” Y/n suddenly became sad. “You’re ridiculous, Eddie.”

"I take back what I said!" He shouted in desperation. 

“Eddie-”

“Can we at least just talk about it?” He begged. “Please, sweetheart.” Y/n averted her eyes from his face, trying hard to get rid of the tears that burned the back of her eyes. With a quiet sigh, she nodded, making Eddie release a breath of relief. She opened the door wider and stood out of his way so he could come in.

“Okay, then,” Y/n began as she joined him at the dinner table. “Talk.”

“I reacted badly that day.” Eddie said, awkwardly. “And I’ve been a total dick.”

“You think?” She sassed.

“There’s honestly nothing that could make up for what I’ve done, for what I said, but” He reached towards her and grabbed her hand. “I want to be there. I want to be a father.”

“Why now?” She asked, shaking her head. “Is it because of Steve? Are you jealous?”

“I-” He was speechless. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way now. Perhaps he always wanted to be there, but just didn’t know how to react. 

“Eddie,” She sighed, gripping the hand that held onto hers. “I won’t keep you from seeing our baby, but I don’t want you to be the person that comes in and out of their life like my dad did.”

“I always wanted to be there.” He admitted, eyes filled with hope. “But I just… Y/n, I didn’t have a good father. He was in and out of my life too. Either high off his ass or in jail. I just didn’t want to be like that too.”

“Eddie, I think you’re incapable of being a bad person.” She smiled slightly. “And I have the same worries. I’m afraid I won’t be a good mom. But it’s a learning process.” Eddie laughed with tears in his eyes.

“When did you get so wise?” He asked, making her laugh with him.

“I’ve been reading a lot of parenting books.” She smiled. “You can borrow them, if you’d like.”

“I might just take you up on that offer.” He smirked. There was a long pause of comfortable silence. Just two soon-to-be parents basking in the reality of their situation.

“Can I ask you something, Eddie?” She asked, breaking the silence. He nodded and looked into her eyes. “Did you ever feel anything for me? Like, more than friends?”

“I did.” He admitted. “I do now. I just… didn’t know if you liked me too.”

“I do.” She smiled.

“Then,” He smirked, standing up from his chair and pulling her towards him. He placed his hands on her belly and smiled at the feeling. He let his hands come to a rest at her sides and he looked at her. “Wanna go steady?”

“I’d love to.” She didn’t hesitate. “But now I have to explain that you’re the father.”

This was going to be a very long and very hard story to explain to what seemed like the entirety of Hawkins. It’s going to be even harder when she tells her mother and Dustin. But they both hoped that they didn’t hate them. They all had to understand, right? Dustin was understanding. Right?

[hyeque]

"where are you running off to?" [nsfw]

note: crawling or moving away from hq boys while they’re going to pound town. this is definitely not self-indulgent I just think the phrase is extremely hot

warnings: dubcon, hair pulling, manhandling, vulgar language, degradation, slapping, choking, spit roasting, mentions of implied female body parts

featuring: iwaizumi, bokuto, kuroo, tsukishima, oikawa, kageyama, atsumu

bokuto, who a man of his size, often forgets just how strong he is. what doesn't help is his never wavering stamina to go with it. his grasp on your hips is firm and surely is going to leave bruises behind. he pounds into you loud and messy, the sound of skin on skin drowning out your whimpering and crying. each time he slams back into you, your breath is knocked out of your system. "k-kou, 'is too much!" you squirm, wiggling away from his body. you attempt to push at his thighs and the frosted-tipped-haired man grumbles, quickly pulling you back so your ass is flush against him. when you try to move away again, he simply pulls your body up before turning you around so you're now facing him. you think he's finally listening to you but then he takes your legs and throws them over his shoulders. pressing them up further to your chest so that you are in a mating press, he groans when he sinks back into you. there's an obscene squelch from how wet and messy the two of you are and you can’t help but clench around him. he bites and nibbles on your ear before saying, "baby, don't be difficult. let me fuck you like how I know you need to be fucked, okay?"

atsumu who gets antsy at a team dinner because he can’t get over how beautiful you look. from the minute you stepped in you have had several people turning their heads to look at you. he’s very proud of having you as his significant other and puffs out his chest, bragging about you to whoever he can whenever because he knows he’s lucky. but eventually he starts to get pouty when he feels like eyes have been lingering on you for too long. the setter politely announces you two need to leave early, only for him to drag you inside the backseat of his car to fuck you out of possessiveness. your legs are over his shoulders as he rams into you. eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly. but after both of you cum once, atsumu’s pace doesn’t falter. it’s clear you both are too sensitive right now but he ignores that. you find yourself scooting your shaking upper body towards the door and against the window. atsumu only pouts before he grabs your neck and pins you even harder to the seat. "w-why are ya trying to run away? depriving me of ma pussy is so rude baby. its mine, right? and this fat cock is nobody’s but yers, so just sit tight and take it.”

oikawa taunts you for whining and saying that "it's too much". he prides himself in the fact that he knows his dick is a lot to handle but he also prides himself in knowing that you're a slutty whore who can take whatever, and whoever-even his best friend at the same time as him. you didn't know that iwaizumi had been watching the two of you fuck. and you didn't know that oikawa brought him to join you two. that’s how you find yourself stuffed and filled with two cocks. both men relieving their stress by using you. oikawa takes your sweet ass and iwa fills your pretty mouth up with his delicious cock. the athletic trainer grunts as he fucks your mouth, blessed that at least once he could experience what it felt like. oikawa’s eyes are zeroed in on your cunt and how you suck him in. you feel so full and overwhelmed that you try to move back from both men. your restlessness doesn’t go unoticed by oikawa and he slaps your ass. “don’t move, not until all your holes have been stuffed full.” the setter snaps. he thrusts so hard into you from behind that you end up taking more of iwa in your throat. he moans loudly at the motion and the gagging come from your mouth. he then laughs and tilts your head up so you’re looking at him before saying, “yeah princess-mmhm fuck-don’t run away. it’s rude not to finish your meal.”

kuroo who absolutely gets drunk off of watching the two of you fuck in front of the mirror. he loves seeing and hearing all the cries and whimpers that come out of you, and bursts of pride run through him because he knows he’s the cause of it. but one thing that will drive him absolutely insane is eye contact. when he looks at you through the mirror while balls deep in your cunt, he can’t help but move his hips faster. harder. this motion causes you to cry out and attempt to move away from him due to how harsh he is. kuroo only scowls before he grabs you by your hair and pulls your body flush to his chest. your back arches against him and he doesn’t hesitate to ruthlessly drive into you so that you’re seeing stars. the fucking is obscenely loud but he doesn’t hesitate to bend down and say into your ear, “where are you going? i’m not done with you yet. not until you get to fully see how fucked dumb you can be from my cock. that’ll teach you not to run away from me.”

kageyama who came home from practice still high on adrenaline. you’re making dinner in the kitchen and greet him sweetly when he comes to say hi. something is odd about the way he is unusually quiet. that confusion is quickly gone once you feel him slither his arms around your waist, hard on pressing into your back. next thing you know, you’re bent over the kitchen counter whining out pleas of, “slow down tobio” and, “too much too much!” while he’s pounding your ass. you try to squirm your way from between him and the surface and feel his grip on your hips tighten before pinning you harder against the counter. now you could really feel every inch of his cock inside of you. kageyama whines and buries his head in your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. he shuts his eyes tight as the only thing he can think of is your addicting cunt and it’s warmth. “baby please, need to feel all of you. need to be buried so deep in your pretty pussy. you can let me have this, yea? don’t runaway, need to be as close to you as possible. gonna fill you up so good.”

tsukishima who cant stand how annoyingly attractive you are. it’s much worse over time as your relationship has established because you know exactly how to rile him up. so when you show up to one of his volleyball practices for the sendai frogs, short skirt and thigh highs, flirting with everyone in plain sight–he sees red. he’s eerily quiet on the drive home, neither talking nor looking at you at all. when you reach the front door you feel bad by that point and open your mouth to apologize. “i-” “shut the fuck up.” he snaps. the next few events happen fast when he’s storming over to you, carrying and throwing you onto your shared bed. he pulls your underwear to the side, pushing his shorts and briefs to his ankles before sheathing into you hard. his hulking figure consumes you and it’s all too much for your senses, causing you to babble and cry. you try to discreetly scoot yourself up in the bed so he won’t notice but freeze when you hear a cold chuckle and harsh yank on your body. “who the fuck said you could runaway? brats like you need to fully take their punishment. stay fucking still or i’m gonna fuck your ass so hard you’ll be struggling to remember how to walk.”

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[eitaababe]

Hiiii can i make a request for a possessive neteyam 🥹 i need one where he x reader argue, and he says something hurtful because he’s jealous and reader goes to leave the hut to cool off because she’s hurt but he makes it up to her ;) WINK WINK maybe a little touch of a begging neteyam as well hehe

Dirty filthy nasty talk as well sorry I’m done now LMAO

SOMEONE ELSE !

a/n — hi love! sorry i don't really feel comfortable writing smut with neteyam (or anyone lmao) just yet 😭 so i just made it a lil suggestive at the end i hope that's ok!! / also since the end is suggestive and implied to lead to something neteyam's aged up cause he's a minor and that would be awk🧍‍♂️

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To say you and Neteyam were inseparable was practically an understatement. Ever since you'd met as kids, you always stuck together. You were there for each other when you got your ikrans, even, and you'd always go on rides together. A dynamic duo, people liked to call you.

So of course, when his family left the clan for the safety of everyone, you couldn't just let your mate leave you. So with some convincing and promising that the Sully's would take you in as their own, your parents reluctantly agreed, deciding you could choose your own future.

Though you missed the forrest, being by the ocean was something you'd never experienced before, and it was one of the most beautiful sights you've ever seen. There were so many creatures and the people were different in many ways, you were excited to learn about everything.

However, you grew less and less thrilled when you realized the time you spent with Neteyam would diminish to very little. He was always out and about, getting to ride his ilu and protecting his siblings from those in the village who looked down upon them. He was always so stressed, so tired, that when you did hang out, you always felt like a burden, or an argument would start.

So you started to keep your distance, and as a result, met new people and made new friends. You started to enjoy the presence of a boy named Rotxo, who was allegedly one of Ao'nung's friends. You were skeptic at first, not hearing so good things about his friend, but the more you got to know him, he became a trustworthy friend. He heard all about your struggles with Neteyam, always a good listener and giving good advice.

Although, Neteyam didn't see you and Rotxo's relarionship as anything friendly. In fact, whenever he spotted you two, he could be sulking for the rest of the day. Granted, it was his fault you two haven't been talking as much, and he could probably just have talked to you about it. But he didn't know how, and as a result, you'd found another person to fill his company.

Was he really that easy to replace?

Finally having enough, Neteyam wordlessly grabbed your arm, dragging you away mid-conversation with Rotxo. He ignored your protests and took to a secluded area, stopping only to be met with a harsh glare.

"What the hell, Neteyam?" You shouted, crossing your arms. Yikes. He didn't think that one through. "What's your problem? I was talking to him!"

"Well maybe I don't want you talking to him!"

"Why?" You inquired, annoyed at his antics. "You don't get to decide who I can and can't talk to. I'm my own person. Plus he's my friend. And he's been better company than you, as of late."

His heart dropped at the blow, knowing you were right. "It just makes me uncomfortable, okay? I don't like him being close to you."

"Oh, you don't like someone else enjoying my company? Sorry Neteyam, but I'm not going to wait around alone and close myself off from everyone else just because you refuse to talk to me! I happen to enjoy talking to Rotxo, and there's nothing you can do that will stop me."

"Fine then," he snapped, jealousy overcoming him. "Go! Go be with Rotxo. See if I care," he paused, sinking his fingers into the palms of his fists and unable to stop himself from digging an even bigger whole. "I have others who want my company. There's many metkayina women who would enjoy my presence."

Offended that he would say such a thing, you scoffed, not recognizing the man standing in front of you. "Fine then! Go be with another woman!"

"I will!" He responded without thinking, immediately regretting it when he saw the look on your face.

"I never want to see you again." You seethed, eyes glossy as you walked hastily away from him, leaving a regretful Neteyam.

The days that passed by all felt like a blur, your heart throbbing. Did he really mean that? Was he tired of you? Were you making a mistake when you decided to follow him and his family? Rotxo listened to all your worries, comforting you and helping you avoid Neteyam at all costs.

He kept looking for you, wanting a chance to apologize. He wishes he had just kept his mouth shut, or went after you once you walked away. The scene replayed in his head constantly, thinking of what he could've done different to make you not hate him.

So he waited until after eclipse, and when everyone else went to bed, he went out to the beach, knowing you would be there. You always enjoyed the solitude of nighttime, when nobody else was awake and you could watch the waves peacefully on your own.

Neteyam slowly made his way up to you, awkwardly clearing his throat to grab your attention. When you actually turned around and focused on him he was shocked, wide eyed and speechless. "Um, hi."

"Hi." you curtly responded, ready to leave when he grabbed your hand.

"Please, y/n. I want to apologize." He pleaded.

You gave him a look, as if saying to get on with it. He hesitated, not completely sure what to say. "I'm...i'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Any of it. I was jealous that you were spending more time with Rotxo."

You stayed silent still, making him nervous. "And I don't want another woman," he added, looking you dead in the eye. "I wouldn't dream of it. You are the one I want to be with for the rest of my life. You are kind, sweet, loyal, and have been nothing but the best for me. I took that for granted, so when I saw you enjoying the company of another, it pissed me off. I cannot stand the thought of you being with someone who isn't me." he stopped, and you noticed his eyes starting to glimmer in the moonlight.

"I'm sorry. Truly. And if you don't forgive me I understand." Neteyam finally finished, his chest rising up and down shakily.

"Oh, ma Neteyam," you cooed, taking his face in your hands. You wiped away the tears that fell down his face with your thumbs, kissing where they fell. "I could never want anyone other than you. I just need you to talk to me next time, okay? No more keeping your problems from me. I'm here to help you with your burdens, not hide them."

The boy nodded wordlessly, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. "I promise, my love. I will never make you feel like I want someone else again."

He then trailed kisses down your jaw, lips softly moving over the skin of your neck. His teeth grazed over it, biting lightly. He chuckled from the soft sound that left your throat, kisses drifting down below your neck. He pressed you against a tree, knee separating your legs.

"Neteyam, not here." You breathed out, not making any attempt to stop him. But, you really didn't want to get caught by anyone in a public area like this.

"Shh, my love," he soothed, hands wafting towards your loincloth. "I'm gonna make it up to you, okay?"

Oh, you were in for a long night.

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a/n — i literally had no idea how to write the ending i'm sorry if it's bad 🧍‍♂️

[mulansaucey]

Bat Wives Wine Night

AZRIEL X READER

This is my first thing I’ve put out to public eyes...ever. So please be nice. I had this idea for awhile and this is mostly a teaser to what I truly want to write. I want to make this a full imagine with smut. If you like this idea and want to see a spicier version to how this night ends please let me know. I’m always open to criticism and always looking for advice so as long as we are nice about it let me know what you think. Im gonna start writing more stuff and will be open to requests. Thank you and I hope you like this little teaser. 

PART 2:

WARNINGS: drugs and alch used responsibly, dirty thoughts by the bat boys

CONCEPT: The bat boys finally realize what their mates are up to on their top secret Wine Nights 

“Oh my gods…you’re right” Feyre softly said. 

     Feyre, Nesta, and I were sitting at the River House sipping on wine and enjoying what we call Bat Wives Wine Night when I had the realization that our husbands have had 500 plus years of experience and fun while us wives are in our 20’s being depressed and stressed for majority of our lives. This was unacceptable and not fair at all. We deserve to let loose and live a little. Go drink til we throw up, smoke mirthroot and tobacco as we pleased. To just be stupid, reckless teens. A night where we didn’t have to be perfect, just ourselves. We all looked at each other with understanding that our simple little wine nights just became a lot more fun. 

    “Okay ladies, once a month like we do now we keep letting our mates think we have wine, eat cheese on a platter and gossip. But let’s just go crazy, do whatever we want because we feel like it. Because we can. We’re young, hot, and rich. Let’s just be stupid, not enough to be dangerous but enough to have some memories to laugh fondly at just like our darling husbands. We are Bat Wives, I say we give them a run for their money.” I declare loudly watching my High Lady’s eyes light up with mischief (just like her mate). Nesta’s feline grin gave me the approval I needed from her. Thank the Mother our mates were not here to hear us declare our secret fun. 

    “Our mates will find out though, eventually. Cass is nosey, drills me on what happens on our Wine Nights. Such a gossip…” Nesta whispers the last part. 

    “Plus your mate is the Spymaster…” Feyre concludes by taking a sip of her wine. Yes he is, my beautiful, sweet, loving mate. Azriel. We’ve been married and mated for over a year now. I met him at a time when I swore off love at the nice age of 19 years old. But he was so kind and patient, building up our friendship first and making me feel seen as a person. He is a wonderful male and he had to fight many battles to get where he is today. But I am not Azriel, I’ve barely traveled out of my own court. Our perspectives can be quite different which I love but I want to create my own experiences as well. After the war, after almost dying I realized life can be taken from me at any moment and I want to spend those moments knowing I made good memories. That I lived. Even if it’s once a month with my sister in laws doing something as silly as smoking mirthroot. It’s something to ease the soul, bonding between just us girls. 

    “So what? Let’s see how long we can go til they figure it out. Make it a game, see how far we can go before they find out just how unhinged we are.” I giggle just a bit tipsy. The girls and I burst out laughing and start planning what we should do next month. 

*TWO YEARS LATER*

   Two years and counting. Our darling husbands STILL think we have a quiet night in with some books and snacks. It’s truly comical. It’s also nice to know something they don’t. 

“I’ll miss you.” Az murmurs in my hair, holding me til I walk into the River House front door. I tighten my arms around his waist and breathe him in. He takes a step back looking at me, love and adoration flowing through the bond between us. Az looks heart eyed, as if seeing me for the first time. I can’t tease him because I know for a fact I’m looking at him with the very same look. 

    “Can you guys just make out already so we can start drinking?” Nesta says unamused. I jumped back from Azriel, startled. When did she open the door? Nesta walks further away from us into a deeper part of the house. I turn back to find Az already looking at me. Something about Azriel is he is absolutely clingy in the best way possible. Physical touch and quality time are his love languages, any time we have to part it’s a bit dramatic because we simply hate saying goodbye. It’s the love I’ve always wanted. I love the Wine Nights as he has nights with his brothers to get away but nothings better than coming home and finding my place within his arms. 

    “If you ever wanna leave early just let me know and we can cuddle and I can go down on you.” Az’s cheeky grin showed proudly. I laugh while pushing him, he grabs my wrist playfully holding me to him. He brushes some hair from my cheek and presses his smooth lips to mine. We stand there for what feels like hours just feeling each other's breath mingle, when he glides his naughty tongue against my lips I pull away. Both us panting I say, “Go Az, before I actually ditch them for you.” I giggle. He very reluctantly peels his hands off my body and shoots up the sky with a wink, surely a promise of great fun when he picks me up tomorrow morning. 

        With the mating haze slowly leaving my brain a new found giddiness found its way in. We’ve started doing full on sleepovers instead of a few hours of mingling. That way we can return to the River House and clean up before our mates return to us. Truthfully it started after Feyre had way too many tequila shots and threw up for two hours begging us not to call for Rhys as our “cover” would be blown. I skip into the River House and take a look at my girls. 

    “Ready to fuck shit up?” I ask. “We’ve been ready, we were betting if you two would actually fuck on my front door.” Feyre says as fill her cups with wine, pregaming for later. Nesta laughs while grabbing my hand leading me into Feyre’s room. She has the biggest bathroom and closet for these occasions. We all start getting ready putting on our preferred style of makeup and clothing. Laughing loudly as we gossip about Beron’s hairline that keeps going further back as each year passes. We truly don’t know if it is but we all love roasting that horrible man. Once we are satisfied with our looks for the night we get ready to winnow to Veela, a club the IC doesn’t frequent too often. It’s newer and doesn’t have the huge crowd Rita’s does. It’s perfect, truly. We won’t run into anyone we know, not too crowded, but fun and rowdy. We pack the leftover mirthroot and tobacco from last month and winnow to the club saving us some time. We walk right in finding our usual table free in the corner. 

    “Let’s start with some shots ladies.” Nesta yells out heading to the bar, I’m a bit scared because Nesta’s choices in liquor are questionable at times. Feyre and I start people watching and laughing as we see the funny things the already drunk patrons are doing. I start rolling a blunt and a few j’s also a few cigarettes as I tend to want to smoke one after a good drink or two. Nesta comes back with the shots and our preferred mixed drinks in hand. We raise our glasses cheering for another successful Bat Wives Wine Night. 

    About an hour or so later we are tipsy, Nesta not so as she prefers to smoke mirthroot. Her struggles with drinking have lessened, she has a drink or two while she watches Feyre and I dance on tables. Nesta nursing a joint between her fingers swaying to the music she loved. Nesta says the plant helps her feel connected to it. Whatever, I don't care as long as we do what we want and feel safe doing it. I am a fan of both, I hop off the table and take the joint between my lips taking a long drag before exhaling into her mouth as we both giggle uncontrollably. Her red eyes meet mine, seeing Nesta relaxed and having fun is a privilege and I’m glad she feels safe enough to do so. We all love our mates but I think being with each other brings a new peace to our hearts. Sisters and friends, we are loved. For the first time in a long time we are loved. Her eyes widen, face slack as I laugh and turn I start coughing inhaling sharply as I see them. 

Our husbands. 

Our mates. 

Staring. 

    I gently pull Feyre off the table where she was dancing with two other fae, gently pushing her head to make her see what we see. Feyre chokes on her breath. 

“Shit…” Feyre mutters. Shit, indeed. 

*BOYS POV*

    Flying to the House of Wind, Azriel thought of his sweet mate. Years they’ve indulged their wives in their one night of secrecy. They deserved it, for being selfless and caring. Their mates have sacrificed a lot for them, for the Night Court. But they are busy bodies at heart, they can’t help but be curious. They love their wives, they just want to be included. Azriel lands on the balcony to see Cass and Rhys nursing a glass of whiskey. He walks in and pours himself a glass. 

    “Az, what do you think they do all night?” Cass says looking into his glass, pouting. Rhys looks unamused, Nesta probably told him off for being nosy. “Cass, they’re women. They drink their wine and dish about the new love interest in the books they read. Don’t think too hard you’ll hurt yourself.” Rhys chuckles as Cass throws a pillow at him. Rhys ducking slightly missing the pillow. 

    “I’m not but you know what I’m talking about. They smell like tequila and there’s traces of makeup and good perfume on them. Think about it, what do our mates truly get up to?” Cass says. Azriel sits and starts to think while Rhys and Cass get into it. Azriel the ever observant once couldn't have missed this right? He trusted his mate, knew she wouldn’t do anything stupid. Right? 

    Rhys stands after an hour or two of them not so obsessively tracking back to all the times they’ve had their Wine Nights. “Let’s go to the house now, we’ll say we forgot something. Catch them off guard.” He looks at the boys in confirmation. All their eyes light up in glee of possibly catching their mates doing something scandalous. But how they underestimate their wives is truly amusing. How they didn’t catch on after two years, even more so. 

    They set off for the River House when they landed there was silence. No giggling or tinking of wine glasses. Nothing. At first panic rushed in thinking someone hurt their mates but once they reached the master bedroom they saw clothes strung across the place, makeup and hair products messily sitting on the counter. The girls usual PJ’s on the floor. They went out.

     Cass scoffs, “I knew it! I KNEW THEY WENT OUT WITHOUT US! HA RHYS, I TOLD YOU!” he booms loudly, happy to be right and Rhys to be wrong. Azriel immediately makes a plan to find them, sending his shadows out. Once he gathered they were in the city they set their sights there. They went to Rita’s, not a trace. They searched restaurants and pleasure halls, Azriel questioning the staff there. They learned not only did they go out tonight but have frequented these places multiple times, without them. They were smart, Az gave them that. The girls used cash wherever they went instead of billing them, going as far as to use fake names and backstories when they would stop by the herb shop to purchase mirthroot and tobacco. Something they did not know their mates indulged in. For a second they questioned their mates, if they truly knew them. Now they for sure were set to find out answers. Azriel’s shadow reported to him they were across the city in a new club. 

    The music was pounding, drunk and high fae dancing or sitting and laughing. Azriel first spotted his High Lady and mate dancing on a table top, Feyre pouring tequila down his mate’s throat. Azriel couldn't lie, the sight made his pants tighten, seeing the hard liquor pouring down his wife’s very low top trickling onto her breasts. Watching her throat bob up and down, very similar sight to when she has him in her mout- “WHAT THE FUCK!” Rhys exclaims though it sounds more like a whisper compared to the very raunchy music booming in the background. Az notes that though Feyre lets loose at Rita’s and has fun, Feyre looks unhinged. As if she wasn’t the High Lady of Night but a 20 something year old who was having fun. Azriel laughed as he watched with his brothers, they stayed in the corner out of the way but still in eye sight of their girls. He watched his mate get off the table and steal the joint Nesta was nursing, blowing it in her mouth. Cass watches just as intently, in fascination and horniness. “I didn’t know they did THIS on their wine nights, I didn’t even know Nes smoked at all.” Cass says. He’s starting to wonder just how nice it would be to get Nesta this relaxed then fuck her for hours under smoke induced love making. Rhys is no better, watching Feyre swing her hips against the strangers around her. Wanting so badly to take her in the bathroom. But first it’s business. 

“Alright, brothers. They’ve had their fun now let’s crash.” Rhys said with a smirk. All together they marched towards their mates and stood waiting for them to realize. All had a mask of indifference though they really wanted to burst out laughing. One by one each girl’s head turned and paled. 

[oddlyded]

The thin line between jealousy and insecurity | Kylian Mbappe x reader

y/n didn’t know what had gotten her boyfriend so worked up. it took her some time to realise that getting with some (male) friends on his day off wasn’t something he was particularly happy about

You briefly watched as your boyfriend went about the room, not looking at you in the eye. Now while you’d normally be all up in his face asking him what has swiped off the relaxed smile he’d normally wear when he’s got a day off, you were busy furiously typing the details of the friendly get together you were late to. You were meeting your boys in 30 minutes and the restaurant you all agreed to have lunch at was going to be a 40 minutes ride judging by the awful traffic you were caught in while coming from university.

“I’ll be home by 10. Grand max, c’est promis. We might decide to watch a movie afterward, but I’ll keep you updated and I’ll let you know if there’s a change of plans.”

“Mmm,” was all he said. He was sat down on the bed, fixing an invisible point with a stare that sent chills to your bones.

You paused in the middle of putting on your shoes. “Are you alright?”

“Sure,” he mumbled, in a voice that clearly showed he wasn’t.

“Did something happen with training yesterday?”

“No.”

“— Well, did you have a fight with a teammate or something?”

He shook his head, still zoned out. You were starting to get annoyed at his vague responses, and you had no time to get answers out of him. Still, you wanted to make sure that everything was alright with him before taking off.

“Darling, are you sure you’re alright?’

He was still not meeting your eyes. With a slight smile your way, he nodded. Though very feebly. You narrowed your eyes at him, but another message popping up in the group chat distracted you from interrogating him further. After some back and forth between you and Omar that had you giggle, you raised your head to find Kylian finally looking at you with an odd expression plastered on his face, his teeth gritted in frustration.

“Shouldn’t you be on your way?”

You blinked at him. He’d already turned to his phone, clearly not interested in seeing you off. You wondered if it was the upcoming match that had him strained like that, since he usually got all worked up when he was particularly stressed. But thing is, you’ve never seen him like that — he was acting as if you had personally wounded him or something. Still, you opted to leave the house in a good mood, and with a slight huff you went to him and kissed the top of his head, gently stroking his cheek.

Surprise surprise! He actually leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. You casually asked him if he wanted something to eat now that you were going out, and his relaxed posture became tense once more.

“No, I’m good.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, snatching your hand away. “Right, there’s still leftovers from last night’s lasagna in the fridge if you change your mind.”

“Mmm.”

Again with the monosyllabic words. Right, off you went. But not before rolling your eyes and making your exasperation loudly known by raising your hands in the air.

The afternoon with your boy friends went well, though your mind frequently wandered to your boyfriend, thoughts of what had transpired to make him so moody becoming more confusing and dramatic as time progressed. It was making you on edge, and you worried for him. When it was finally time to get home, you stopped to buy his favourite pastries, hoping that now he’d be more open to talk about what’s going on if you showed up with a clear white flag.

You came home to find him sat when you last left him, eyes glued to the tv. The only greeting you received was a small hi, but as opposed to before you left he was now staring at you hotly, something dark glinting in his eyes.

“How was the evening?”

“Fine.”

“Mmmm.”

You glared at him. “Are you finally going to tell me what’s clouding your mind?”

“Nothing in particular.”

“Right. Mind then explaining why you’ve been in a shit mood since breakfast?”

“I’m not!”

“Are too! You’re barely talking — barely even looking at me. You haven’t answered any of my messages, and don’t you dare make some dumb excuses about not having seen them, Kylian. You’ve been on your phone for the past five hours, I could see you online!”

“The past five hours where you’ve been god knows where!”

You frowned at him. “Is that it? Is that the reason behind the silent treatment?”

He opened and closed his mouth, opting to snuggle deeper into the bed and cross his arms. You sighed, running a hand on your face. You decided not to give into anger and went to move towards him, sitting down so close that he couldn’t ignore you no longer.

The silence stretched on and on, and you could tell that he was getting restless, but all you did was silently motion for him to speak up first. For a moment, it seemed as if he wouldn’t, as if he were content with having a staring battle where no one would discuss the issue glaring obviously at the both of you — with having no one give a voice to his worries. So unlike his usual self — he was always one to resolve things quickly. Frankly, you didn’t know why he was dragging this.

“It’s like you didn’t even care that we had a whole day to ourselves.”

That was certainly not where you thought the conversation was going, and you started feeling the first signs of indignation seeping in. “Of course I cared!”

“Well that wasn’t the impression I got,” he bit back, sourly. “I had a whole evening planned for us. I — I just —”

“Mon cœur,” you started softly, when he stopped dead in his tracks and opted to once more glower at the tv. The only reason why you didn’t start berating him was because he looked genuinely hurt, “it’s not like that, really. I didn’t know —”

“Clearly it mattered shit to you —”

“That’s not fair —”

“And you met with those boys and posted all those stories while I was waiting for you at home —”

“I am allowed to go out with friends!”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Well then explain it to me —” You raised a hand when he opened his mouth to interrupt “— instead of attacking me. Kylian, my love, I didn’t know you had something in mind for us today. You know I’d have canceled otherwise. I wouldn’t even have entertained the whole thing to begin with! And I never get to see the boys — my friends — and so when they offered to take the train to Paris to see me I was delighted.”

“Yes, you showed how delighted you were alright.”

You scoffed at him. “Unbelievable.”

He tensed up when you got up. “Where are you going?”

“Away from you!”

He grabbed your wrist and had you pinned to his chest in the second it took you to turn from him. “You’re not leaving me again.”

“I am if you continue to act like an arse.”

He thinned his lips, staring up at you from where you were positioned on his chest. His eyes were very, very dark and there was something like desire brimming up on the surface. You decided to ignore how handsome he looked and stared back at him, unfazed.

“The blonde dude seemed awfully touchy.”

You blinked down at him. “You mean Zak?”

“The one with the blue sweater.”

You paused, incredulous. Yep, that’s Zak alright. “Darling, he’s gay.”

You saw him frown in confusion before relaxing. Somehow, this made you angrier. “He is?”

“Yes. And Omar is my eleven years old best friend. I sincerely doubt he’s interested in me like that — frankly, he seemed more into Zak.”

He was fighting off a smile, you could tell. You hit him, hard. “That’s not funny.”

But his relief was apparent, even when he scowled at you as he massaged his chest in mock hurt.

“Do you know the number of time I told you that?” You snapped at him. “And it doesn’t even matter. You’re supposed to trust me.”

“I trust you! Really, I do — it’s just —” he sighed, then sat upward. You were sitting on his lap now, and he angled your body so that your faces were mere itches away from each other. “I wanted to spend time with you.”

“Then you should’ve told me that, instead of ignoring me all morning.”

“I am sorry,” he admitted in a small voice, suddenly looking sheepish and, dare you say, timid. Whatever dark mood he’s been in seemed to break off when he realised just how angry you were at him. “But you were gushing about how happy you were to see them and — don’t look at me like that — I dunno, it got me in a mood. I know it’s stupid and I’m overreacting. I shouldn’t want the whole integrity of your attention. Sometimes I do though and I feel like I haven’t had some quality time with you since forever. It’s just felt like you didn’t really consider that.”

“So what was your plan exactly? Because ignoring me and being snappy all day is not the way to get the quality time you so ‘wanted’.”

He flinched. There was a sudden dawning realisation on his face of just how snappish he’d been. He cleared his throat before croaking out an apologetic “I’m sorry.”

He paused for a moment, studying you. Hesitantly, as if he were afraid that you’d get more annoyed with him if he touched you, he slowly raised a hand to cup your face. When you didn’t move away he patted his way through your face, his hands finally settling on your waist.

“I should’ve said something, I know. I just saw them cozying up to you and I lost it, and it felt too childish to bring it up so I decided to just get on with it. Will you forgive me?”

“If you promise to always tell me what’s going on in your mind — no matter how childish it may seem to you. It’s not to me, I promise. I would’ve brought you along had I known.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I wanted you to rest and I thought that was your plan as well. You’ve been training restlessly for the past three weeks with no days off, Ky. You are allowed to laze around all day in your pyjamas without having a care in the world.”

He nodded, snuggling up to your chest, lightly kissing your collarbone. His hands on your waist were getting suggestive, protective, harsh against your revealed skin. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the way he slid his fingers under your top, and he looked up at you sheepishly. You almost laughed at the expression on his face — he was suddenly so lost in your eyes, he who couldn’t meet them a few hours ago — but you managed to remain serious in order to get your point across.

“And I value our time together the most, darling. I do. You know I do. I love you. So much. I always think of you. Always.”

His reaction was immediate. You two weren’t in the habit of saying those magical three words, opting instead to let your actions speak volumes of the feelings and care you had for each other, and so it always made the moments they were uttered in so intimate.

Red colored his cheeks – whatever he thought you were going to say, he was definitely not expecting that. His hands froze in their quests of sliding down your tights and he brought one back to gently caress your hair, the other one making its way to your waist and bringing you even closer to him. You had to wrap your arms around his neck to make room for yourself.

“I know. Of course I know. I’m sorry, I am. I should’ve communicated better. It’s just that I love you so much that sometimes it scares me just how worked up I get over little things like this. How much I miss you and how much you haunt my every thoughts. I like to seem self-assured so that you can come to me for anything —”

“I can. I do. You being jealous doesn’t make you any less the man I would go to to talk about my problems. But I want the same treatment in return. I want you to come to me if you feel insecure, if there’s something affecting you — especially when it comes to me. I’d never make you feel like it’s dumb.”

“I know. But it was dumb. I was dumb.” In a blink of the eye he had you against your back, trailing kisses along your jaw, with you stifling a surprised gasp. “I’ve been thinking of all the things I’d do to you, it was driving me mad. And I was getting so angry, knowing I let you slip earlier without showing you just how much I’ve missed you. I can be such an idiot. I know I’ve said it a couple of times already but I’m sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but I’m definitely eating the pastries I got you,” you said, and he chuckled against your neck. You let yourself smile. There was still so much you two had to talk about, but right now, snuggled against him, there was only one thing on your mind. “You still got time to show me just how much you’ve been missing me, though.”

He smiled — that carefree, wide smile you loved so much, tinged with a cockiness you secretly found absolutely attractive — and kissed you, hard.

-

also, open to requests y’all :))

[carlandrea]

Why Legolas Greenleaf was Chosen for the Fellowship of the Ring

First, Why Not Glorfindel, (with Glorfindel standing in for, in general, any ancient heroes who might be hanging around Rivendell)

This is a stealth mission. The first priority should not be Heroics, which, if anything goes well, should not be necessary. It would have been useful to have Glorfindel when they encountered, for example, the Balrog, but ideally, they would not have encountered a balrog

So then, if you're not expecting to use Heroics, than having someone that much more powerful than the rest of the party is actually a massive liability. If Legolas fell victim to the ring, then Aragorn and Boromir could take him out. If Glorfindel was sent on the mission and tried to take the ring, then everyone else is kind of just fucked. He's Glorfindel. It's the same reason none of the people Frodo offers the ring to takes it. (Gandalf is mildly a complication for this point but like Gandalf just really needs to be here. We need Gandalf.)

Could Gandalf fight Glorfindel? idk. I feel like a redditor just asking the question. it wouldn't be good for anyone if he did, that's for fucking sure

Why Legolas Specifically

He's good at stealth. He's a good scout. He's cheerful and not prone to despair. He's a good fit for this kind of mission

As a Mirkwood elf, he does not have the same vested personal interest in the Three surviving that a Rivendell or Lothlorien elf might have. He is not going on a specific quest to destroy his own home, which would be the kind of thing the Ring would love to latch on to.

Also, as a Silvan elf, his people mildly have a much better track record with the cursed shinies than like. the high elves. the wise. et fucking cetera (I am not open to corrections as to whether Legolas is a silvan elf <3)

But also—specifically—Legolas is someone who is very used to creeping dread and despair, and he's still Like That. He's still Legolas. He's still weird and cheerful and excited about trees. My first point is that he's not prone to despair, and I just want to stress that he has been under this kind of pressure—under the creeping shadow—for his entire life.

he's not tired in the way that so many elves are

Also—

I made another short post about this, and I got this response:

#personally I've always thought it's because #he's actually from one of the places right now #where Men Dwarves and Elves all talk to each other#whereas an elf from Rivendell or Loth Lorien may be very wise and learn'd in what you need to know to be considered learn'd #but have they spoken to someone who isn't of their kin in the last thousand years? #have they experience traveling paths unknown to them and finding their way? #can they hear an insult and try to reach through cultural differences? #would they be able to walk into a texmex restuarant for the first time and go 'oh it's spelled t-a-c-o gotcha CHOMP mmm' #(I suspect not)

(tags by @fairy-anon-godmother)

Which I really agree with!!

In Conclusion:

My boy was perfect for this quest :) He's cheerful, he's young, and he's exactly what the fellowship needs in their elf

[luveline]

Jade!!! I’m so in awe of how you write Steve, like you capture his character so well! I was thinking about if the reader had also been dragged into the mess that is saving Hawkins and, as a result, has also unofficially been anointed a baby sitter - Steve would be all heart eyes seeing how well you get on with the kids and just how much you care for them (and how much they care for you)

thank you! Steve and you having a quiet moment between all the hubbub and just loving each other and being proud of each other for how you take care of the kids (word count: 1k) fluff and softie steve 🥺 ST4 EP 4 SPOILERS AHEAD

You try not to be too obvious about what you're doing as you stare across the room at Steve. He's sitting with his back pressed against the chair Dustin's currently slumped in, eyes blinking slowly as he attempts to stay awake. 

You're opposite on the sofa between Max and Lucas, Max finally asleep. Her face is pressed into your arm. She might be drooling. You decide that this is more than allowed considering what she's just been though. 

Lucas is still awake. Still worried. 

"I don't know…" he confesses quietly, almost too quiet to hear despite the room's silence, "what I would have done. If something happened." 

If Vecna got her, he doesn't say. 

You brush your knuckles against the back of Max's hand as you twist, giving him what you hope is a soft, reassuring smile. 

"Nothing happened, and nothing is gonna happen. We're gonna work this out. She's safe, Lucas. I promise," you whisper, putting on an exasperated tone. You're not sure how truthful you're being but you believe vehemently that everyone's gonna be okay. You have to.

You don't know him very well, any of them, only through Steve. They love Steve and seem to like you, and despite a big risk of going too far and overstepping, you really want to reassure Lucas.

These kids are so young, they don't realise how young they are. Growing up is traumatic enough without the constant threat of an evil power, and it shows on all their tired faces that they're stressed beyond words. 

Lucas sighs and crosses his arms over his chest, reminding you of Steve. You look to him, find your brown eyed boy watching you with an earnest, fond smile stretched over his lips. 

"Steve and I," you say, a little firmer, "we won't let anything happen to Max… or to you." 

"I'm a great fucking babysitter," Steve agrees, voice rough with fatigue. "And so is Y/N. That's double the protection, Sinclair." 

"Exactly. We've got a basement full of dorks who, including yourself, are smart and brave enough to get through this." 

Lucas starts to get that look on his face despite his overall maturity that you recognise as embarrassment; too much heart to heart for a teenage boy right now. You dial it down. 

"And to do that you need to sleep. Get some rest, gather your strength. The campaign isn't over," you say. Both Steve and Lucas snort at your cheesy joke. 

Lucas settles down and eventually falls asleep after you make a big show of not feeling tired. "I got it," you whisper. "I'll be on Max watch." 

Now, with all the babies asleep including the academics who basically saved the day, it's only you and Steve. 

"Are you okay?" you whisper. 

"Baby, I should be asking you that. I've been through this whole shtick three times already."

"Don't you think that's worse?" You can't imagine how scared he is. 

Steve straightens up with an awful groan and sets a dead stare at you that withers your bravery almost too fast. "I'm fine. I am," you say, words riddled with a scratching weakness, like your voice might break. "I'm okay." 

Steve gets up. You lift your head as he walks towards you, careful not to make too much noise. His hands are soft and very, very careful as he bends at the waist and takes your face into them, like he's assessing you.

His thumbs aligned at your jaw and his fingers cupping the underside, Steve dips his head towards his chin. "It's okay if you're scared. This is ridiculously terrifying," he says seriously. Then, less so. "Not that I'm scared. Shit's getting kind of old for me, if you know what I mean," he says, rolling his eyes. 

You laugh and shake your head, eyes closing. "Don't make me laugh, I don't want to wake up the kids," you whisper. 

His bravado softens. "You're good with them," he says, hands smoothing down the column of your throat, over your shoulders and up again, massaging you with a light pressure. "Really good." 

"I'm just following your lead," you murmur. 

He smirks. "Yeah," he says, leaning in, the heat of his lips fanning over your own, "I must set a good example, 'cos you're amazing." 

He kisses you, a soft, chaste peck that eases some of the tension you're holding, his smile pressed to yours. 

His fingers flex around your neck. 

"Are you really okay?" he asks as he pulls away.

You don't have to think about it.

"I'm good, Steve." 

"Yeah, you are." 

He leans down to give you a hug, an awkward struggle because of your position and the bodies you're acting as a pillow for. You can only use one arm when you hug him back, the other sandwiched under Max's shoulders, but it's a pretty good hug, all things considered. 

"You wanna sleep in my lap?" you joke into his neck. 

"Don't tempt me. I miss you," he says. Your arm tightens where you're wrapped behind his neck, crushing his perfect hair. 

"I miss you too." 

And you do. Taking care of the kids, trying to stop whatever it is that's happening from happening, you'd never not try your hardest but you can't wait for this to be over. To fall asleep next to Steve, and to not worry that it'll be the last time you see him when you close your eyes. 

You're on Max watch, but you're on Steve watch too. 

Steve pats your face gently, just once, and goes back to play guard dog at Dustin's side, though he lies on his back.

Max mumbles something in her sleep. You turn to her, your heart racing at the idea that she's having a Vecna related nightmare. You're tentative as you rub her jacketed arm, hoping to soothe her through it. 

"Poor kids," you murmur. 

"They have you and me," Steve says quietly. "They're gonna be fine." 

"Go to sleep, Harrington," you say, not bothering to turn to him. 

"They're gonna be fine," he repeats, sounding both amused and affectionate at your worrying. 

"I know. Now go to sleep, idiot." 

"Wake me up when you're tired." 

"Yeah, whatever you want."

"Wake me up when you're-" he starts again, in a tone usually reserved for the kids when they aren't listening.

"Alright, Steve. I will," you say, laughing under your breath. "Control freak." 

"What did you say?" 

"Nothing." 

"Yeah. S'what I thought." His scathing tone is dampened by the sleepiness. Your chest fills with warm affection.

[allisonlol]

hii!! can i get dazai, chuuya, tecchou when their s/o safewords during sex plsss

a/n: i got so excited when i saw this req i fr started writing instantly lol. i’ve always had an idea similar to this in the back of my mind but never got around to writing it, so thx for requesting & reminding me >:)

warnings: mentions of sexual activity (somewhat explicit), safeword usage, brief descriptions of pain and blood

(Dazai, Chuuya, Tecchou) When Their S/O Safewords

Dazai

you and dazai had been at it for awhile now, and so far everything was fine

but suddenly, dazai lifted up your legs and pressed them back against your chest, forcing you into a mating press

you gasped at the sensation of how much deeper he was able to go now, & threw your head back against the pillow

but after a minute you registered a throbbing pain in your abdomen

the ache soon turned into sharp, shooting pains that were hard to ignore and outweighed the pleasure

ur body wasn’t used to this position yet and, unable to bear it anymore, you grab onto dazai’s shoulder & frantically say your safeword

it takes a few seconds for him to register what you said

but once he realizes, his eyes go wide and he stops, face paling slightly

^although it goes unsaid, dazai hates the thought of hurting you even unintentionally so he automatically feels guilty

kind of draws in on himself and won’t look you in the eye as he asks what’s wrong

pls just let him know what happened and that you’re not badly hurt

once you explain the situation and reassure him, dazai will lowkey start making fun of you?? lightheartedly of course

says some shit like “sorry my dick is too long babe😞” boy if you don’t shut the hell up

will resume only once you’ve reassured him several times that you feel better and are willing to continue

^even then he maintains a more gentle & slower pace

Chuuya

chuuya is known as an abrasive person in general and this aggressive behavior also regards to how he acts in bed

so i can see him getting carried away at times

don’t get me misunderstood tho. chuuya is very attentive and lives in fear of hurting you so usually he’s overly cautious

today was a bit different tho; the both of you had a stressful day of dealing with mafia business & were looking for a healthy way to release frustrations

so currently, chuuya had you pinned down on his desk, but was being more aggressive than usual

the intensity & degrading words which usually turned you on were now only making u feel more tired and upset

your eyes start tearing up and you try to hold back for him, but it's only a few more minutes before you're weakly calling out the safeword

chuuya is alert to every sound you make so he instantly hears it & stops, gently helping you up and turning you around to face him

sits you down on his chair and crouches on the floor next to it so you're at eye level

his heart almost stops when he sees the tears threatening to fall from your eyes & he curses himself for not noticing

you admit that you're just feeling a little upset at his words and it's probably because of the stressful day you both had

while you give him a watery smile and insist you are fine now, chuuya is still going to really internalize his guilt. you'll notice for a few weeks after that he is much softer n passionate both with his words and in bed <33

Tecchou

honestly he's such a soft lover that it's unlikely he'd hurt you in any way during sex

^always praising you, letting you know how much he loves you and just being sweet n gentle in general

this isn't to say he doesn't have days where he's rougher but even then, he is careful

SO in order for you to actually need to safeword, i believe there would have to be a third factor

^that being an injury you'd gotten at work the other day. while nothing particularly bad, it was a light slash across your abdomen from a blade

you'd bandaged it up of course, and tecchou had asked several times if you'd still wanted to continue despite the injury (to which you'd insisted)

at first everything was fine, but after 10 minutes you registered the cut starting to sting and assumed it had reopened. since it was so minor you figured afterwards you would just patch it up again

however it only gradually got worse and even with tecchou being his usual gentle self, the pain was too much </3

BUT tecchou is so attentive that u didn't even have to safeword

^notices the tears forming in your eyes and the way you're trying to hide your wince at every inward thrust he does

stops immediately and refuses to continue, pressing a kiss on your lips every time you try to protest

you're all like "no i'm fine!!" but he just gives a pointed look towards your bandage which is starting to spot with blood

y'all not tecchou having such good dick it made you bleed- jk jk

rebandages it for you and makes a "no sex" rule until you're completely better >:0

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[etherealxwitch]

Enjoy The Show

Pairing: Dom!Steve x Sub!Eddie x Switch/Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie isn't the best at listening which leaves him a bit... tied up.

Warnings: dry humping, use of handcuffs, mlm content (oral, kissing, touching), praise, slight degradation, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, oral (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), ball play, reader calls steve daddy once, cuckholdish themes?, unprotected sex, creampie, facial, cum play

WC: 3.7K

(enjoy this filthy smut!)

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You were trying to study; trying being the keyword. You were stressed with college classes and work and not to mention your boyfriend, Eddie, was being needier than usual today. You promised him that once you were done studying that you would give him all the attention he deserves, but it doesn’t seem like he was having it. You were currently laying on your stomach, your head practically in a book, but Eddie was grinding on you, distracting you even more than before. 

“Eddie, I swear to god.” You tried to turn your body, but you were pinned underneath his body weight, “I need to study.” It was getting harder to concentrate, especially when Eddie’s hard cock was pressing into your ass. 

Eddie groaned into your ear when he grinded into you harder, his cock now throbbing against you. “B-baby, please. I’ve been so needy all day and you- you promised me.” 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, your head literally falling into the book below you. “I promised after I finished-“

You didn’t even have time to finish your sentence when you heard Eddie quietly moan out your name and a wetness begin to form on the back of his pants. There was no way he was cumming right now, was there? Eddie was so going to be in trouble later and from his constant apologies, he knows it all too well. 

“Shit- fuck, baby.” His clothed hips stuttered into yours and you soon felt his cock soften. 

Once back into the right state of mind, Eddie had realized exactly what he had done. Quickly, he got off of you and immediately started to apologize, his words barely coming out as he couldn’t exactly wrap his head around what had just happened. You too were shocked and very confused on why he would do something so crazy. 

“You’re kidding me right?” You moved from your lying position on the bed and made your way over to the mirror, taking a look at the wet spot on your pants. “You came? Not only in your pants but also on mine?”

“I-I’m sorry? I didn’t mean for it to-“

You let out a chuckle, a little bit of a sadistic chuckle. “You’re sorry?” You walked closer to Eddie, the back of his legs hitting the bed. “I think you’ll be even more sorry once Steve finds out about this.”

Eddie’s face immediately went pale. He knew that if Steve found out about what happened, he would be in for a long night of agony (or not, depending on Steve’s mood). 

“Wait.. wait! Please, let me make it up to you.” Eddie got on his knees in front of you, hands clasped together. “Don’t tell Steve, you know how he can be.” 

“And how can I exactly be, pretty boy?” Your head whipped to the side as you heard Steve’s voice come from the door, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. “C’mon, don’t be so quiet now.”

As soon as Eddie went to speak up, you cut him off, shooting him a wink. “Someone took it upon themselves and came in his pants.. while grinding on me, without permission.”

Steve gave Eddie a look, a look that told you that he had something planned. He was surprised, but surprises can be really fun. “Oh, did he?” He made his way over to Eddie and carded his fingers through the boy's curls, tugging just a bit. “And why did you do that? You better make your answer a good one.”

Eddie stuttered over his words causing Steve to tug on his hair harder. “Shit, okay. I-I was needy and I just wanted some relief.” He looked up at Steve with watery eyes, “I didn’t mean to- to cum in my pants, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, baby, you’ll show just how sorry you really are.” Steve chuckles and looks over to you. “Wanna grab those handcuffs for our baby boy? Think we have to show him a lesson.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, especially when it came to Steve being in full dom mode. While grabbing the handcuffs of their hanger, you made a whole show in front of Eddie. You dangled them in his face, watching as the metal made his watering brown eyes glint from them. Eddie’s chest heaved with each breath as he watched you saunter back over to Steve, handing him the cuffs. 

“See Eddie, it’s not that hard to be good now is it?” Steve took the cuffs from your hand, kissing your waiting lips. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and let it plop out. “What do you say we cuff him to the chair and then make him enjoy the show? I think he’s cum enough for right now.”

Steve walked around the bed, grabbing the chair from Eddie’s desk and scooting it over until it was right in front of the bed. “Your throne awaits, Eddie.”

Shakily, Eddie stood up and sat in the chair, looking up at the two of you with pleading eyes. 

You kneeled in front of him, cupping his cheeks into his hands. “I don’t think those cute puppy dog eyes are going to help you this time.” You gripped his chin, forcing your lips against his. When you pulled away, Eddie chased after you a bit. He needed more than just that kiss, needed more than just a kiss at all. “Uh uh, you need to learn the waiting game.”

Eddie’s cock hardened as he watched you stand back up and Steve pushed you against the bed. Your legs spread for him. “You see how easy it is to get between her legs, Eddie? You could between our girl’s thighs right at this moment,” Steve lifted up the bottom of your shirt and scattered small kisses across your stomach, causing you to giggle. “But you ruined that one.”

“Hey, Stevie? Should we strip him just to make it worse for him? That way when the air hits his cock, it’ll jump and be more aching?” You looked at Eddie over Steve’s shoulder and he had his teeth between his lips. 

“I like the way you think, princess.” Steve left your body and you both walked over to Eddie.

Your hands worked at Eddie’s pants, your hand ghosting over the bulge in his pants. To be even more of a tease, you squeezed at his cock and gave yourself a mental pat on your back as Eddie hissed through gritted teeth. In one swift move, you pulled down his jeans and boxers, his cock hitting against his happy trail and leaking with precum. “Look at this mess.” 

You went to lick at the leaking slit, but Steve pulled you back with your hair. Eddie’s hopeful eyes dropped the second your lips were moved from his cock. 

“You save that for later, got it?” You nodded your head and watched as Steve let go of your hair and reached up the the neckline of Eddie’s old, raggedy shirt, ripping it right down the middle. “I think this will do.” 

Steve pinned Eddie’s hands behind his back before cuffing them together and then placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Too tight?” Eddie shook his head, too scared to let his actual voice do all the talking. “Good boy.”

You stripped before both of the boys, slowly taking off your clothes and twirling so they can get a good look at every part of you. Their eyes gawked over your body, drinking you in. “See something you like?”

Eddie gulped at the sight of you, your bare boobs and pussy just shining like a light that he wants to crawl to. He pulls against his cuffs, but of course to no avail. He gets nowhere by doing that. “This is not fair.” 

Steve tutted at him, grabbing Eddie’s cock and giving it a slight pump. It was just a small touch before pulling his hand away. “I think this is very fair,” Steve walked behind you, cupping your boobs and pulling at your nipples causing them to quickly harden. “We both think this is very fair.”

A hand trailed down your body, stopping right at your very needy pussy. Easily, Steve slipped a finger over your soaked slit before walking back over to Eddie and running his finger over his waiting lips. “Doesn’t she taste amazing, Eddie?” 

Eddie’s tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping over his lips and humming at the small taste of you. His cock jumped as soon as you flooded his taste buds. He craved more and more. “Can I have more, please? I promise I’ll be good and this won’t ever happen again.” 

“Let’s see how tonight goes and maybe you can have more.” Steve leaned down and kissed Eddie, his tongue swiping over Eddie’s. Eddie groaned into Steve’s mouth, bucking his hips for any kind of attention that he could get. 

The action was making you needier by the minute. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you laid on the bed and spread your legs, giving both boys a perfect view of your pussy. Your fingers found your clit, rolling over the swollen bud and collecting some of your slick to make a small squelching noise. It caught the attention of both boys, two of them pulling away from one another, a string of salvia still barely connecting them. They both watched your skilled fingers move around and listened as your quiet moans filled their ears. You sounded like an angel; you were an angel. 

“Looks like you can use some help with that, pretty girl.” Steve left Eddie and kneeled between your legs, his soft plump lips kissing up your thighs and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Look at you, all soaked and ready for me to devour.”

Steve’s tongue quickly finds your clit, swirling over it and sucking into his mouth. His hair flopped in front of his brown eyes and you reached up to move it away. He looked up at you, making eye contact right has he lightly nibbled on your clit. 

“Jesus, Steve.” Your back arched, the slight pain becoming pleasurable. You grind your clit across his tongue, his hands coming under your thighs and pushing your legs against your chest. “Fucking hell.”

Eddie moaned at the sight of you and Steve in front of him. It’s almost like he could taste you in his tongue. “You two are going to be the absolute death of me.” His voice was ragged as his breath was a little labored from the need coursing through his body. 

This new position Steve had you in made it easier for his tongue to slide right into your pussy. Your thighs shook as his tongue rolled over your g-spot, almost sending you into an orgasm already. He hummed against you, sending a shiver up your spine and causing you to tug on his hair even harder. 

“I can tell you’re close, baby.” Steve pulled away and replaced his tongue with two of his slender fingers. “God, you should see the way you clench around anything that’s in your pussy.” His other reached up your body, toying with one of your hard nipples. He rolled it between his rough fingers, pulling here and there causing a pleasurable sting. 

Pleasure filled your senses and soon enough, you could hear the sound of yourself cumming. You moaned loudly, your orgasm building the more Steve was talking dirty to you. It wasn’t just his words, it was also his voice that sent you over the edge. “I- fucking fuck.” Your body shook as you came around Steve’s fingers, feeling yourself gush over your thighs and down to the bed. “S-Steve…” your voice trailer off into a silent moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

Across the bed, Eddie’s cock throbbed and bobbed as he watched you make a mess. “God, this is too much.”

As you slowly relaxed, Steve pulled his fingers from your pussy and dangled them in front of your mouth. Obediently, you opened your mouth as he shoved his fingers inside. Steve watched you gag and tears brim around your eyes. “That’s it, baby, you take everything I give you so well.” 

A whine erupted from Eddie as he watched your cum drip from Steve’s fingers. He wanted to taste you so bad, his mouth was watering just thinking about it. “Please, just another small taste is all I ask for.” Eddie looked at the two of you, both silently and verbally begging. 

“I think you’ve earned a taste, right Steve?” Steve nodded his head at you, already knowing what you were planning to do. 

Your shaky legs allowed you to slowly move over to the chair that Eddie was cuffed to. “Give me those pretty lips, baby.” Eddie leaned up, his lips wanting nothing more than to be pressed against yours. You gave in, pressing your lips to his and swiping your tongue across his bottom lip. Eddie moaned against your mouth and you felt his hard cock nudge at your hanging hand. “I don’t think you’ve earned just that yet. I think you need a little more.. teasing?”

“I'll get payback for this, I swear.” Eddie’s arms tensed as he tried to, yet again, pull at the cuffs. He was huffing at you, his teeth gritted. Eddie wasn’t angry, but he was so needy that if he didn’t get to cum again soon he might actually explode. 

You laughed at him before Steve pulled you back to the bed. “Eddie hasn’t, but I’ve definitely earned the feeling of your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He laid you down on your back and stood up to strip himself of his work uniform. His hard cock bobbed and Eddie’s mouth watered at the sight of it. “Don’t worry, you can have that later, baby boy.”

Steve helped you get situated, your body pressed under his and his cock nudging at your thigh. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, you know that? And good girls get cock.” He grabbed his hefty cock, sliding the leaking tip of it through your slit. You both groaned at the feeling, your pussy just ready to be wrecked and his cock aching to get inside you. “You ready?” Steve lined himself up and waited for you to say something.

“I’m so ready.” You reached down between your two hot bodies and removed his hand, grabbing his cock yourself. You guided him in, his head going to lay on your shoulder and you enveloped each part of his fat cock. “G-god, Steve.” No matter how many times Steve’s cock split you open, you would never get over the initial sting of him sliding in. 

You felt Steve’s teeth bite at your shoulder as his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so god damn tight.” His hips slowly started to rock into yours, your boobs bouncing against his hairy and sweaty chest. “Just squeezing my cock so perfectly.”

Steve leant up on his forearms, his eyes searching for Eddie’s hazy ones. “Tell Eddie who is making you feel so good baby, make it wish it was him.”

Just to add more fuel to the fire, Steve pulled all the way out before slamming in, his heavy balls pressed right against your ass. “D-daddy! Daddy is making me feel good.” Your hands fisted the sheets below you, your pussy feeling so full. 

Eddie moaned at the view he had before him. His cock was past the point of aching and he needed some sort of relief. He pressed his thick thighs together, his balls being squeezed between them. A choked sob left his lips as he could just cum from that. It wasn’t the relief he was looking for, but it was doing the job. “You’re so pretty, fuck. Both of you are so damn pretty.”

Steve gripped your chin and forced your head back to watch Eddie all while he was driving his cock in you with such force that you could feel it in your stomach. “Watch him, baby. Watch how desperate he is to have his cock in my mouth or stuffed inside your tight pussy.” Your nails raked down Steve’s back, almost so hard that you drew blood. “Yeah? Does that feel good? You gonna make a mess on my cock?”

You nodded your head and whined out loud with each thrusting of Steve’s cock. He was hitting your g-spot perfectly each time and it was causing your toes to curl and your chest to heave. “Y-yes, Steve! Fuck, I’m so close.” 

“That’s too bad.” Just as you were about to cum, Steve pulled out and you stared at him, mouth hanging open. “As much as I want you to cum on my cock,” slowly, he pulls out and you wince at the feeling. “I’d rather you ride Eddie and to see my two good babies cumming together.” 

Eddie’s eyes lit up and his leg started to bounce in anticipation. “Thank you, thank you so much, Steve.” 

Steve left you aching and wanting more, walking over to Eddie to uncuff the waiting boy. “Go on, you’ve been good and patient tonight.” 

Not having to be told twice, Eddie left the chair and practically sprinted to the bed. He laid his body beside you, his cock and balls ready for you to suck him dry of all the cum he has to offer. His hand reached out for you, helping you straddle his legs. 

“You look so good when you’re under me, Eddie.” You lifted your hips and slid down his cock, the two of you moaning out in unison. “And you feel even better.”

Hands were quickly all over your body. Eddie gripping out your hips and helping you bounce while his other hand reached up and grabbed at your boobs, smacking them. You tried to hold in the moans, tried to have some control but it was hard when you were bouncing on such a good cock. 

“Did I say you could touch?” Your small hand found his throat and squeezed it, cutting off some of his air. You could feel Eddie’s cock pulse inside you with each squeeze of your hand, causing you to smirk. “You like that? You like being used?” 

You bounce harder, your thighs hitting against Eddie’s. The orgasm slowly built back up and you clenched around Eddie just as you felt him throb and cum inside you. His whole body shook and his hands gripped your hips so hard that you’re sure you’ll be seeing bruises in the morning. “S-shit, baby, yes.” 

Eddie’s orgasm spurred on your own as your hips stilled and you had to brace yourself against his chest. It ripped through you and sent fire through each part of your body. You were shaking and moaning out so loudly that you’re sure the neighbors around you could hear clear as day. 

“Oh my god, yes. Yes!” You felt yourself drip over Eddie’s cock as the two of you came together, making one big mess.

Never has Eddie seen such a beautiful sight before him. Your mouth hung open in an “o” shape and your tits bounced in front of his face with each heavy breath you took. It kept him spilling his cum inside you, you wrecked him perfectly. “You’re so beautiful, so- god damn, beautiful.”

Your thighs shook around Eddie as you both finished cumming. All that could be heard around the room were heavy breaths and you almost forgot Steve was there… almost. 

“You two are perfect.” Your eyes shot over to Steve and watched as he pumped his cock into his fist. ���Come get on your knees, the both of you.” 

Slowly, you slid off Eddie’s softening cock and hissed at the feeling. You didn’t fully trust your legs so you grabbed onto Eddie’s forearm, the two of you helping each other move over to Steve. 

In unison, you both dropped to your knees in front of Steve’s leaking cock. “Don’t just sit there, you two know what to do.” One of Steve’s hands grabbed your sweaty hair while his other pulled Eddie’s, guiding you both toward his cock. “It’s my turn to cum.” 

Mouths were pressed over Steve’s cock. You sucked on his heavy sack while Eddie bobbed his head up and down the shaft, gagging when Steve pushed his head farther down. “T-that’s it, always so willing to pleasure me. Aren’t you two?” You made eye contact and Steve winked at you as you rolled your tongue around his balls, his teeth catching his bottom lip. 

Eddie and you switched places, your mouth taking as much as Steve’s cock as you could. Tears falling down your cheeks as you gagged around it, causing Steve to let out a chuckle that was taken over by a moan. Below you, Eddie was suckling both of Steve’s balls into his warm mouth. It was messy, the two of you and Steve’s cock covered in spit. Steve pulled the both of you away from his cock before pushing your head against Eddie’s, you knew what was coming next. 

“You want my cum? Huh?” You and Eddie stuck out your tongues as Steve pumped his cock in his hand. Steve’s hand tightened around the head of his cock and his balls tensed up right as his hot cum spurted out over your tongues and across your now even messier faces. “O-oh, hell.” Steve’s hand moved faster, the last of his cum dripping from his knuckles. 

With a labored breathing, Steve looked down at the two of you. Your face was covered in cum and you swallowed the small amount that you did manage to catch. 

Steve swiped fingers over yours and Eddie’s faces, collecting the mess he made before shoving them into your mouth. “So good, you two.” He kneeled down to eye level and pulled the both of you to him, the three of you smashing your lips together as best as you could. 

“I don’t know about you two, but I need a break.” Eddie was the first to break away making his way back to the bed and plopping on it. 

You and Steve joined him, laying on each side of him. “Then you can show us this payback you were talking about, big boy.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes at your words and wrapped an arm around you and Steve. “Give me a minute and just wait, I’ll have the two of you begging to touch me.”

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[pinkydevil16]

Aegon targaryen with an inconcent wife that's Rhaenyra and Daemon's daughter. She so confused as to what sex is so she asked her uncle/cousin? About it and it leads to smut. Please?

Changed this request slightly as they're not married!

Y/n had been raised very sheltered, her brother's hiding her away from any man who tried to tell her of the dirty ways men spoke and her mother refused to marry her off to some lord for an alliance. She blushed when Daemon would kiss her mother and her brothers would move her from the room if anyone spoke rudely towards her, Jacaerys covering her ears as he wanted to protect her innocent mind. They had not accounted for Aegon when they arrived at kingslanding, Y/n sat between Aegon and Jacaerys separating the two boys although Aegon's comments still made Y/n blush even though she did not understand what he meant. Jacaerys wanting to cover her ears but he knew it would only make it more obvious of how innocent she was and did not want his Uncle to pounce on her. Aegon moved to whisper in Y/n's ear, his eyes on Jacaerys as he spoke.

"You are blushing so my beautiful Niece, are my words turning you on? Are you soaked beneath your dress? Would you like me to-" Jacaerys stood, Y/n's face bright red and confused as she went to ask what Aegon meant not understanding why she would be wet when she had not spilt any wine on herself.

"Y/n you look tired let me walk you to your chambers." Aegon took his chance as Y/n stood, Rhaenyra agreeing Y/n should return to her bedroom and sleep, taking her hand and kissing the back of it with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"If you need help relieving some stress, i am just a few doors down." Aegon whispered, moving to push back her hair as her face lit up red and she trembled in his hands, not understanding the odd feeling between her legs and why she felt like the air had been taken from her. Y/n nodded thanking her Uncle for being so sweet, bowing towards Alicent and sending a kind smile to Aemond and Halaena before taking her brother's arm and following him out the room. Aegon dropping down in his chair as he smirked into his cup, Lucerys staring down Aemond as he tried not to laugh at his annoyed face. Jacaerys came back moments later, his face now stoney as he stared at his Uncle's, Y/n having tried to ask him about what Aegon said but he had refused to speak of it. 

Y/n walked around her chambers, her dress now laid out against the chair as she thought of Aegon's words, a tingle between her legs she could not shake. Flopping into her vanity chair she picked up her brush, brushing through the soft curls that had formed due to the braids she had worn to the meal, a thin night dress helping with the warmth of the fire nearby. The tingle in her legs not leaving as she moved, a pleasant feeling rushing through her as she pressed into the chair her thighs clenched together, moving again she felt the tingle run through her blood the same as when Aegon had kissed her hand. Y/n sat for a while, her mind going over and over what Aegon had said, curiosity finally taking over her as she stood, pulling a robe on and sneaking to Aegon's room. Knocking gently as she looked around not wanting to be caught as she would be scolded, Aegon opened the door with a yawn finding Y/n by his door in a robe and nightdress, his eyes widening before he leaned against the door and smirked.

"Hello Niece, how can i help you?" Y/n smiled shyly, twiddling her thumbs as she looked down.

"I was curious and wanted to ask what you meant earlier, Jace would not tell me and my mother most certainly will not. You are the only one willing to explain to me?" Aegon could not believe his luck, he knew he was innocent and foolish in the ways of men but to see her so blatantly ask about fucking without a single hint of what she was asking of him. He could feel his cock ache from the thought of watching her face as he explained, he wandered if she even knew how to touch herself, had she ever cum before, did she know how to cum? He felt himself spiralling as he opened the door allowing her to enter as she scurried in, taking a seat on the bed like the good girl she was, he could drool over how corrupted he could make her. Y/n played with her robe as she smoothed it out, looking up at him through her eyelashes her eyes begging him to bend her over and fuck her dumb. 

"What part would you like to understand my sweet innocent niece." Aegon punctuated each word as he moved closer, crouching in front of her as he took her hands resisting the urge to spread her legs and bury his face in her cunt until she cried his name.

"What did you mean...by being soaked and turned on? Jace would not tell me what you meant and i cannot sleep without knowing as i have heard servants whisper it before but would never tell me." Aegon groaned biting his hand as he heard her speak, he wanted to hear her say so many more filthy words, desperately wanting to hear her say cock. He knew it would roll off her tongue perfectly, she would have no clue how filthy she would sound saying it but gods above he wanted to hear her say it. 

"Are you okay? I am sorry, i can leave i did not mean to disrupt you." Y/n panicked thinking Aegon was hurt, Aegon smiling up at her as he placed his hands on her thighs to keep her sat down, loving how soft her robe was.

"I am okay niece, you are so sweet it makes my heart hurt. It is much easier to show you what those words mean, if you will let me?" Y/n nodded eagerly hoping to finally know what was going on and why no one would tell her. Aegon moved his hands higher watching how her leg twitched and her face reddened. 

"Have you ever touched yourself at night when you are alone?" Y/n shook her head confused, looking at him with intrigue. 

"You truly are innocent aren't you, you pretty little thing. Lay back and i will explain and show you." Y/n nodded unable to find her voice as she moved back and laid down, arms next to her head as she stared at him as though he were her god making Aegon's cock twitch once more as he pushed her dress up. Y/n confused but refusing to move as she trusted him, his hands moving until her night dress and robe draped around her waist, her legs bent and clenched together to hide her cunt from his eyes. Trailing his hands up her legs he spoke.

"Anyone can be turned on, the tingle you feel as i touch your legs is your body preparing you for your lover, showing you how much your pretty pussy wants someone to fill it." Pushing her legs apart he groaned loudly at how wet she was, moving his hands to graze his thumb between her wet lips playing with her slick and enjoying how she gasped.

"This is what it means to be soaked, your body knows what it wants and you should never deny it." Y/n nodded, her hands in fists beside her head as she felt his fingers brush over her, wanting badly to close her legs but one of his hands held down her thigh as he almost came watching her squirm from him barely touching her. Aegon down at her as he tore his eyes from her soaked cunt, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck her juiced off his fingers as he moaned. 

"I am going to teach you how to pleasure yourself my dear niece." Y/n slowly nodded, squeaking out a yes as he squeezed her thigh, moving to take her hand and place it between her legs.

"Use two fingers...good, good girl Y/n. Now glide them up and down until they are wet..hmm just like that my sweet girl." Aegon placed his thumb over her fingers, guiding them to her clit as he loosely moved them in circles watching how her legs snapped closed around his fingers.

"No, no open those pretty legs for me. Keep that movement and do not stop. Be a good girl for me." Aegon moved back moving her legs apart as he watched her play with herself, her robe falling open as he stared at her breasts through the thin night dress, her other hand fisting the sheet under her. Aegon watched her for a minute before pulling his cock from his trousers, gripping the base as he began to move his hand up and down seeing how she looked at him.

"This is a cock baby girl, repeat that for me." Y/n gulped repeating it quietly as she forced herself to keep her legs open, feeling how wet she was as she moved her fingers slightly quicker watching Aegon.

"Louder." Aegon demanded, staring between her legs as he saw her fingers quicken, listening to her as she yelped out.

"Cock." Her voice echoing through the room as he groaned squeezing the base of his cock as he almost came from the word alone, moving forward so he could line his cock up with her open legs.

"I need some of your sweet juice so i can show you how a man pleasures himself, keep your fingers moving sweet girl." Y/n nodded as he pushed his cock between her folds, the wet noises as he glided it up and down each time bumping her clit as her fingers stuttered and she tried to hide her moans.

"Good girl. Now do not dare hide those moans from me." Y/n nodded, moaning as he pushed his tip harder against her clit until he could see her tremble and felt her gush slightly onto the base of his cock. Moaning he moved back, watching her fingers try to get back to the pace she had set, his hand wrapping around his soaked cock to lazily stroke it whilst he watched her. 

"Quicken your fingers until your legs barely hold down and you feel your stomach tightening, do not stop until you cum." Y/n whimpered as she did as he said, watching how fast his fist moved up and down his cock, pre cum spilling from the tip of his cock as he moaned at how her cunt clenched around nothing begging to be filled. Moving his thumb to collect some pre cum, leaning over her to swipe it on her plump bottom lip.

"Taste, this shows a man is close to cumming, you should feel proud." Y/n licked her lip tasting Aegon's pre cum as he groaned and pushed his thumb into her mouth watching as she sucked and licked his thumb without instructions, eyes blown and needy. 

"Good girl." Aegon stood back up, watching as her hands moved quickly, his fist following suit as she whined and moaned his name as she came, her fingers stuttering ready to stop.

"Do not stop until you cannot continue." Y/n whined and looked at him begging him to let her stop as she squirmed and ground against her fingers, her cunt clenching as she gushed over the sheets, Aegon moaned and cumming over her cunt. His hand not stopping until she cried out and moved her hand, her half hard cock twitching as he moved forward to push his cock between her folds enjoying how his cum looked painting her pretty pussy.

"So pretty." He mumbled as he collected both their cums on the tip of his cock, moving his fingers between her folds to collect it before pushing them into her mouth enjoying how quickly she sucked on his fingers moaning around them. 

"Do you feel relieved now?" Y/n panted, her breasts rising and falling as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"Thank you." She whispered, Aegon moving away and pulling her night dress back down, helping her to sit up as he sucked her fingers.

"Mhm, i will show you more tomorrow. Now go rest or your brother may find out." Aegon smirked as she panicked, kissing his cheek as she would normally and ran out the room, feeling their mixed cum drip down her thighs as she did. Aegon stared at the wet patch from where she had laid, pushing his nose into it and licking a stripe as he moaned, turning to the door and demanding a servant come. He would ease Y/n into it until she begged him to fuck her, but for now he would bury his face in her cum and make a servant ride him. 

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[itoshi-s]

Bllk boys being whipped for manager!reader😩😩

aaaaaaaaAAAa this idea is always so cute in every sports animanga !! :(

the bllk boys, who are still so overwhelmed with the world that's opened up to them thanks to the project - the money and opportunities way bigger than they ever dreamed of, even - and to top it all off, as if the stress of getting signed to one of the world's highest grossing clubs wasn't enough, the club assigns them a manager - you.

you're either barely a few years older than them or yet again, the same age, and you're just taking the few first steps in your company and management. hell it might even be your very first time working as one !! and yet, you're trying so hard, always keeping an eye of them, and it makes them so flustered jasfafkh even more so bc they know they just cannot keep away from you !!

isagi would be a blushin mess all of the time during your meetings <3 it might seem like he's listening to you at all, but fear not, he's actually so focused on you and everything you're telling him that it gives him a head ache !! you look so absolutely stunning, he has to give his full attention and self control to actually listen to what you have to say. the fact that you're his age doesn't help him one bit - he wonders if it's not out of line to be such good friends with your manager !! gets so sheepish when you're the first one to run up to him whenever he'd collapse, checking for an injury immediately with a worried, "are you okay, yoichi?!" big eyes looking right at him. and if the cramp in his leg feels like dying, then you are surely an angel sent from above to bring him to heavens with you akjhfskjfha

sae who would just wave you off most of the times and give you so much more work than you signed up for. it might look like he's in control of everything, but he really is the opposite, and everything outside of the field seems to slip right out of his hands - and so, you're the one to pick up the mess. he'd never really admit it to you that he really appreciates the way you stick to him like glue at all times, yet give him space when needed, too. you seem to know him so well ,, it's just scary to him :(( he has no time to commit to anyone and yet, the thought of your relationship becoming much more than just professional brings him warmth. one time, after a late night meeting with the club management, he walks back to your office to tell you anything important that took place - and is met with a sight of you, fast asleep on your desk. there's some papers scattered around and some neatly organized into stacks, but judging by the amount,, you must've been working on it so hard to manage to do it all in the last hour. sae feels an unfamiliar pull at his heart as he walks over, gently brushing the hair away from your face. the movement wakes you up, and before you can startle, sae gives a reassuring rub to the back of your neck. he hopes your vision's still blurry with sleep so that you don't see the way his eyes soften as he looks down at you,, "c'mon, i'll drive you home." (つω`｡)

rin is pretty much the easiest of the boys to take care of ,, considering he already has a strict regimen considering his health and training. the only thing you need to do is remind him to relax every now and then ,, something he seems to forget about more often . he's not really good with words, and sometimes even comes off harsh when he doesn't intend to - after all, you're just doing your job, and are actually really good at it considering how recently his play has been better than ever before - and he hates to think you could ever feel underappreciated. he just really doesn't know how to communicate outside of the field ,, even with his teammates , let alone with someone that gets his heart to beat faster :(( that's why upon seeing the reservation for a little weekend spa retreat on his mail ,, he quickly adds another spot to it without much thought. the least he could do is reward your hard work with a little breather, right??? he realizes he might not be very good with not only communication, but planning and organizing either when you two arrive to the hotel and only receive one room key ..... the receptionist apologizes with a smile as you ask for one more available room , and just when you're about to change the reservation times so that you can come any other time ,, rin grabs you by the wrist gently . and for the very first time since working with him, you see a blush on his cheeks as he asks you to stay, if only you don't mind :""))

reo who showers you in all the presents possible !!! you're so sheepish about it all of the time, saying that no - no, mikage-san, i-i can't take this!, but he's off to another practice or physio appointment before you can really give it back akfhsaf . probably mentions you in an interview whenever he's asked by people that inspire him and keep him going <333 he knows that he's a handful sometimes ,, (especially since he made you take nagi under your wing as well akjfhsa giving u like,, double the work . but you truly are the best there is, and he knows nagi needs a little push sometimes) BUT hearing the sweet words is enough to make your chest swell with pride :)) since he's so sly and generous with everyone around him, you don't realize he's so into you only until he straight forward confesses his feelings to you during one of your many business dinners/dates (≧◡≦) ♡

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Oh my god!!! That Steve/baby sister fic!!! If you ever want to build it out more I’d be obsessed (ie the party + extended party’s reactions, hop + Joyce and how everyone pitches in)

╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯ awwww anon!!!!!

Honestly I have been thinking about it and I know I put in the tags of the original post, buuuut. Robin called Steve Bud or Buddy which morphed into Bubba when they are being particularly soft with each other, and the baby (who I am possibly leaning towards calling Tina so her nickname can be Tintin because it's cute idk) picks up on it so calls Steve her Bubba. Also because "he's my big brother" can sort of become "he's my Bubba!" If words are smushed together by baby babble

But before all that, Steve (who walked to work that day because he didn't have a baby car seat yet and wasn't going to leave his baby sister whom he always wanted and loves so dearly already ALONE or worse. With their FATHER.) goes to, of all people, Mrs. Wheeler for help. He'd go to Joyce but she's working and Karen Wheeler has the youngest kid he knows so is the best bet for maybe getting some tips and also maybe a carrier because the bjorn isn't going to cut it for long. So he goes and Mr. Wheeler immediately thinks Steve's Accidental Baby Acquisition is due to Steve's own recklessness. (Steve is a prolific lover, sure, but he's smart and safe about it! When he was thirteen his dad sat him down for a talk about not wanting the disgrace of a shotgun wedding and his grandpa gave him a run down of venereal diseases he saw (didn't mention having but. Well.) His pals have in WWII that put the fear of God in him regarding unsafe sex. Moreso than the potential babies. So. He's always very careful. For this very reason!! Except apparently his dad didn't use his own advice but Steve isn't complaining because, once again, he always wanted a little sibling.)

Anyways the wheelers are like ohhhh a Harrington Scandal not involving the boy our daughter dated? Okay sure here's Holly's old baby carseat. Hopper is just. He's like. I thought Steve and that kid I kept giving warnings to about selling dope to were a thing and Steve is like "will people stop assuming she's mine!! I know I am a bit of a slut but I am terrified of chlamydia!!! And even if this WAS my fault (which it is not and also she's a gift I love you little baby sister you're the light of my life) I am taking responsibility for it so maybe we all need to be a little less judgy hmmm??"

Joyce and Karen give him some hand me down baby clothes and books, some good tips about feeding and burping and things like that, and Claudia and Sue offer to come passive aggressively congratulate Steve's dad.

Dustin is a little jealous because this Steve Time is going to be encroached upon by This Literal Infant but Steve is like Dustin... you are my Little Brother... My silly pal...Now you have a sister too!! 🥰 And Dustin is like Oh Shit That's Right and proceeds to try to teach this Literal Infant, it cannot be stressed enough that she is a few months old and cannot stay sitting up by herself, how to build a radio.

Eddie is just trying to not have a heart attack from the concentration of Pure Longing activated by seeing Steve With A Baby and has also been forbidden from playing anything loud near them. He is fine and deals with this by writing ballads that make Gareth gag from their sweetness and Jeff have a very knowingly indulgent look when he sees the lyrics. But Gareth lets he hit his drums with he baby hands and Jeff pretends she stole his nose so they aren't that put out by it.

El is Fascinated by the tiny human and asks lots of questions and wants to play with her, give her experiences of softness and kindness right off the bat she knew she herself was denied, so she's often the official baby holder when Steve needs to do something when the Party is around.

The rest of the party is pretty meh on the baby. Sure it's exciting at first but she just kinda becomes part of regular life. They take turns doing actual babysitting for Steve so he can work or run errands or even, gasp, have some normal early adult fun times, but it's all pretty regular. Erica is glad she's not the party baby anymore.

They do however probably secretly fight over who gets to be baby's godparent. Steve isn't allowed to know.