Steve Harrington x fem!reader 18+

[3.4K] title from ‘too sweet’ by hozier, just a stressed out steve, a willing girlfriend and a lot of filth. written in two hours and not edited in the slightest i’m sorry do not perceive me.

As sour as Steve had looked when he came home from work, he tasted twice as sweet.

He’d called you on his lunch, voice strained and low and you could picture the stitch between his brows, the downturn of his lips as he grumbled to you down Family Videos landline.

Robin was off sick, Keith was in a foul mood, two kids came in and stole a copy of a porno that was sitting behind the desk and the return pile sat at the height of Steve’s waist.

“Can’t wait to come home,” he had sighed down the line, voice rough and mournful and making your thighs squeeze together just right. “Wanna see you so bad, y’know?”

And you did know.

you know what? fuck you *falls asleep tenderly in your arms*

I'm thinking impure thoughts

how can this man be so pretty???

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mmmm i have these thoughts about being sorta kinda drunk and hanging out with simon. you're so touchy when you're tipsy, and you're giggly, and you're sitting on the couch next to him, hugging his big arm and pressing little kisses into his shoulder. he doesn't react much, just keeps his eyes trained on the tv as he sips his whiskey; he's so indifferent to your affection, but he never pushes you away, lets you kiss him and touch him and whine and coo, and he never tells you to go away or leave him alone.

you nuzzle your face against his masked cheek, kissing along the cotton fabric there. you're so warm from the alcohol, a little dizzy, and now you're babbling, but he doesn't seem annoyed.

"love you so much, simon," you whine, and he just pats your thigh gently.

"can't ever live without you," you coo, and he squeezes your knee in acknowledgement.

"i'd do anything for you," you whisper into his ear, and he just grunts, pushing his mask up as he takes another long sip of his drink, and you tilt your head to the side, watching him, your pretty, pretty man.

"would you do anything for me?" you ask softly, leaning in close. he licks his scarred lips, but he doesn't look at you yet. "w-would...would you kill for me, simon?"

and then he finally looks at you, dark eyes meeting yours, and you squeak when he wraps that big hand around your waist and tugs you against him.

he smirks, tilting his head to the side. "'v already killed for ya, luv," he says lowly, and this is simon, and simon doesn't lie, and you know by the look in his eyes he doesn't mean this happened at work, either.

suddenly, you feel sober. but his hand tightens, and it lowers, and you swallow when he grabs a handful of your ass and forces your mouth against his.

"now be a good girl. 'n sit down."

Eddie would let you boss him around

“Quiet, lovie.” he whispers, putting a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you tighten your legs around his waist as he fucks you into the mattress. 

He pants heavily in your ear, full body weight pressed against you as he splits your sweet little cunt open on his fat cock at an unrelenting pace.

Your nails graze across his clothed back as his thick veiny cock slides over your sensitive walls, making you see stars. 

You didn’t even bother to take off your clothes. 

As soon as the kids fell asleep, you were all over each other. 

He pulled up your nightgown and took his throbbing cock out of his sweatpants and slipped inside your soaking wet pussy without prep. 

And you took it like the big girl that you are since you were so desperate for his cock :(

“Simon!” your guttural moan is muffled by his rough hand followed by his low growl stifled in your neck. 

Your legs tremble around him as your pearly white cream seeps out of your swollen red pussy, coating his cock as he pumps his seed inside your needy womb. 

And a few months later, you wrestle with the thoughts of how to break the news to your husband that you’re having twins. 

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calloused fingertips dig dents into the plush fat of your cheeks, hands cupped around the soft, pliable skin. his lips brush against the tip of your nose, the crystals of his blue eyes staring down into yours.

your spine perks, back arching till the diamonds of your nipples brush against his bare chest. your sweet symphony of whimpers fuel simon on until he can feel the control drain from his veins.

“you love this shit, don’ you?” his words curl, tone low just loud enough for you to hear him.

your answer with a drawn whine, mind blurring as your nails latch into the rippling muscles that line his back. his hips fuck you down into the mattress, every deep thrust lodging the breath up n outta your lungs.

“answer me, baby,” he laughs, hips pressing just deep enough to kiss at your cervix. “tell me you fuckin’ love it.”

n the way he digs his hips against the back of your ass forcing you to feel every bit of him has you sobbing out a mess of “yesyesyes- i love it, i-i love itt..”

his throat rumbles in a soft hum, hands wrapping around the underside of your thighs to press them against the bed n stretch you wide for him. “y’know you do, sweet girl. you love every fuckin’ bit, all of it.”

n simon can admit, he’s rambling. nerves racing before they begin to pull taut, his mind quick to try desperately to distract him from the feelin of your warm, velvety walls sucking him in with such ease it pains him.

his breath fans against your cheek, lips dancing over the red indents painted against the pretty skin before he’s grounding his forehead into yours, lips curling into that all too known smile.

“don’t start cryin just yet, pretty,” he laughs softly, breath kissing your lips. “you wanted this, ‘member? we gonna be here all night, baby… you asked for it.”

-simon likes being babied and no one can change my mind. also two fluffs in a row srry :p

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You’re laying down on your back with Simon on top of you. He makes sure to only have his top half on you in order to keep the weight of his body from smothering you. You mindlessly scratch the back of his head and run your fingers through the shortest parts of his hair while his head rests in the crook of your neck as faces towards you breathing in smoothly and slowly, trying his best to not make it obvious that he’s slowing being intoxicated by your scent. The rhythm of his breathing and the way his eyes are closed makes you think he’s fast asleep so you eventually stop moving your hand and let it rest on the back of his head. Almost immediately he lets out a low grunt that makes you look down at him, his eyes are closed a little bit tighter, his eyebrows are furrowed, and there’s a slight pout to his lips.

“You okay baby?” you speak softly to him, borderlining baby talk.

He nudges his head against your hand without saying anything and it makes you pause for a second. Simon was not the softest man in the world so pouting for head scratches had not been common you guess until now.

Simon grumbles at your stillness. “Please” he mumbles, echoing your tone and if you listen really hard you can swear his pout is audible.

His softness makes your heart swell so of course you immediately begin to lightly scratch his head again. His expression relaxes and that’s all you get to see before he lets out a heavy exhale and turns his head so that his face buries itself into the skin of your chest and neck. He lets out a quiet content groan and leaves a few soft kisses behind on your skin.

“my sweet boy” you coo at him and press a kiss to the back of his head. You can feel the way he’s melting in your hands and can’t help but see how far he’ll let you go.

Second Chance (3)

John 'Soap' MacTavish x reader

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Chapter 3: Beyond the Grave

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Warnings: Swearing, f!reader, afab!reader MNDI. smut, p in v, mostly fluff.

dividers by: @cafekitsune

"(Y/n), get away from the fire."

It's that way Johnny growls out his demand that has you jump. You take a step back, pouting with a stick and marshmallow in front of you.

You and Soap had returned from home after a grocery run not long ago, and you passed by the marshmallows with a gleam in your eye.

Not having to beg too much, Johnny agreed to set up a fire in the backyard. The only condition he gave you was that you weren't allowed to tend to the fire. No putting in wood, no cutting wood, no starting it, no nothing.

Nothing bad happened from a fire in the past, but he knows fire. Soap can handle it.

"I just wanna-"

"I said no."

You can't help the glare you send his way, and much to both of your surprises he holds the look right back.

In any other case he wouldn't start fight over this, but he was very adment. "Oh?" You whisper. "You said no?"

"That's right."

"Oh well, I guess it's settled huh?"

Second Chance (1)

Sergeant John 'Soap' MacTavish x Reader

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Chapter 1: Wine and Shine

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Warning: swearing, mentioning of bullets, fighting, drunk/tipsy (y/n), suggestive?, bad writing (in my opinion ;-; ), f!reader

A/N: I realized I dragged this on a lot longer but tbh I am happy with it.

When he comes to his own thoughts he can't help but keep still.

Little by little he starts to feel sensations flowing through his body.

Soap's hearing comes first. He hears the birds just outside, probably in the tree that you loved when he first showed you how they built your house from the ground up.

He was very adamant that he did not want his mates/family to touch that tree. He wanted it right at your window so you could see the leaves change with the weather.

I love music by straight women that is moving and genius and profound but you can tell the guy shes talking about is literally not ensouled and shes fucking completely imagining 95% of what shes talking about. I love your beautiful mind angel

Goddess Figurine ca 6000 BC Venus statues found all over Europe

traitor |mafia!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: eddie swore he was big on trust, adamant about loyalty- which is why it's so devastating when you find out he's been unfaithful to you.

inspired by olivia rodrigo's song traitor ofc.

contains: minors dni. angst angst angst. infidelity, cheating fic. drug use, alcohol use. mean!eddie. mentions to past parental trauma. brief mentions of smut with eddie and the 'other woman'. very angsty. hurt, no comfort with this one. of course, mafia undertones so mentions of violence. please read at your own discretion!