Steddie Shotgunning

Steddie shotgunning 

thinking about her

Steve Harrington only wears a bra.

Well, not, only, he's also wearing bright orange swim shorts and a cap backward, too.

The top part, however? Hairy man boobs are prettily covered by a black lace bra with a sparkling strass stone in the middle.

Eddie might be a teeny tiny bit drunk (2 beers after months of abstinence and medication does that to a man), but not drunk enought to imagine Steve Harrington in a bra.

'Uh-', he says eloquently and tries not to stare too much at the other man sitting on what must be Buckley's bed. 'Am I interrupting something?'

Steve, face almost as pink as Erica's favourite shoes, opens his mouth to reply, but Robin, sitting crosslegged in front of him, is faster, 'Oh its just you. Close the door, Eds.'

Eddie isn't sure if she means 'close the door and leave, never talk to us about whatever weird kinky little thing we're doing right now' or 'come in, close the door and shut up for a moment'. He hesitates for a moment, studying Steve's pretty flushed face and Robin’s wiggling eyebrows before stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

His hand is still on the door knob when he turns and finds Robin leaning against Steve’s hairy chest, one arms behind his back. She's fumbling with something, frustrated noises escape her closed lips while Steve simply sits still - like a statue. A Adonis statue wearing a bra.

'Fuck', Robin groans loudly, her forehead knocking against Steve's clavicle, his hand patting her head in condolence.

'Not to be judgmental', Eddie starts slowly as he leans against the book case right next to the door, 'But what are you guys doing?'

(Edide thought Robin's a friend of Dorothy, so why is Steve fucking Harrington sitting dolled up in a delicate bra on her bed and they look like they're ready to make out?!)

When both Steve and Robin send him evil twin looks, he holds both his hands up in surrender, 'Like I said, not gonna judge you, whatever floats your boat or whatever, but what, exactly, is it that you're trying to do here?'

'Practice', Robin grumbles against Steve's chest, tugging behind his back again.

Steve grins, a bit lopsided and goofy, 'She's trying to open the bra with one hand.'

'It's just so much easier on myself,' she says, and now that Eddie knows what's happening, he can make out her hand tugging and fumbling with the hooks behind Steve's back.

'Ah,' Eddie says, again, rather eloquently. 'I should probably leave you to it, then.'

Before he can turn and go, however, Steve says, 'I heard that you're pretty good with your hands, Munson. Bet you can get it off me in no time.'

'Pfff- ' Robin makes, rolling her eyes, 'I wouldn't be so sure he's ever had a bra in his hands.'

And while Robin has flocked him as a raging homosexual as it seems, Eddie heard the rumours about him too: finger dancing over his guitar, rolling the perfect joints, Eddie the freak Munson knows how to work his fingers. he doesn't hates this rumour at all, it's kind of nice - for his ego and all.

Yes, he hasn't opened a bra before, but he's met this hot goth dude in a corset before, and that's basically a bra with dozens of hooks. He is fairly sure he can open it with one hand and without looking. What he probably shouldn't do is coming too close to Steve Harrington, the man he's had a crush on since they survived the Upside Down together. Not with his naked skin and hairy chest and dark brown nipple peaking through the black lace of the undergarment.

But both Robin and Steve stare at him and Eddie doesn't run anymore - a challenge is a challenge.

'No problem,' he says far more confident than he actually feels and steps closer, one knee on the bed before Robin's even all out of the way.

'No looking,' she says as if she's explaining the rules to a game, 'chest to chest or face in his neck, but you can only use one hand and your eyes have to stay either closed or on him. Seriously no peeking.'

She shuffles out the way to make room for Eddie between Steve's long, also very naked, legs and Eddie swallows quietly before leaning closer.

Steve smells like suncream and grass, a bit like the pineapple they ate earlier before the kids left, and sweat. He smells devine and before Eddie can think clearly, he presses his face into Steve's neck. He feels Steve shudder when his damp lips accidentally meet his sun kissed skin and Eddie feels like he's going crazy. What is he doing? Why is he doing it? Even the slightest touch sends shockwaves through his body. God, he's gone so bad for Steve Harrington.

'Ready?' Robin asks, apparently unaware of Eddie's dilemma or the way Steve's pulse is fluttering like a hummingbird right against Eddie's nose. 'Go!'

He sneaks his right arm around Steve, who jumps slightly the moment Eddie's fingertips brush against his shoulder blades. To keep him still, Eddie's left hand reaches for Steve's waist almost automatically. He doesn't try to focus too much on the way goosebumps spread under his fingers and the way Steve literally whines into Eddie's ear. His right hand follows the scratchy lace, nails lightly scratching Steve's skin, until he finds the hooks.

Thumb under the fabric and pointer and middle finger pressing against it, he feels the first hook opening after less than a heartbeat. For a moment, Eddie doesn't want to open the other two and therefore losing any reason to be so close to Steve.

Steve, who has his nose pressed against Eddie's hair and hand curled into Eddie's shirt, slightly tugging as if .... Well, as if to ask for permission to take it off. Eddie doesn't even know when he had the time to grab for the shirt in the first place.

Eddie moves his hand and the second hook opens. He turns his face, brings a bit more space between them to look at Steve. His cheeks are scarlet, lips shiney with spit and when he opens his eyes after mere seconds of Eddie staring at him, he can see that Steve's pupils are dilated, eyes dark with want.

The last hook springs free and without turning his eyes away, Eddie gently brushes the strap off Steve's broad shoulder. Steve quietly whimpers and pushes harder against Eddie's shirt as if to tear it off his body.

'Eddie', he whispers, licking his lips and Eddie just wants everything Steve is ready to offer.

'Ohhh okay, I think I'll leave you two alone', he hears the slightly panicked voice of Robin and then a door opening and closing.

And Eddie leans in...

Do ghosts count as ‘monsters’? Cause if they do imagine moving into a haunted house and suddenly waking up in the middle of the night feeling surprisingly full, looking down and not seeing anything. Or bending over the kitchen island while reading through some mail, skimpy shorts and a skimpy top on when you suddenly start getting pounded from behind… OR WANDERING HANDS WHILE YOURE IN THE SHOWER, ugh so many ideas…so many hot ideas 😞😞

Someone else asked: Hi! Would you make more ghost content, please? Like a horror fan moving into a haunted house, then getting randomly and repeatedly getting sexy surprises or something. Uh, if you're interested, that is. If not, don't worry about it. :)

Hi anons! Ghost def count as monsters. You can find another story about ghosts here and a short txt here. This one went way overboard with and I'm in fucking love with it, it's probably top 5 hottest things I've ever written. Hope you like it!

Spectro-cum

Ghosts x fem!human || free use, groping, dub-con

You didn’t think ghost existed until you found yourself living in a haunted house.

When you saw the price of rent you didn’t think twice about moving in. It was so cheap and the house was so big, and the pics looked phenomenal. You should have asked yourself why it was so cheap in the current housing market. You should have guessed it was wrong in some way. And it was.

Things started to become weird when things moved on their own. At first, they just moved some keys, opened some doors… No big deal, you weren’t going to move out of a great house just because there were a few ghosts living there. They didn’t pay rent, but you didn’t care about roommates. It was okay, just annoying, but okay. You found your stuff soon enough, the cabinets and doors could be closed. You were fine.

Then the touching started. You were bending down to grab something under the sofa when you felt something pinching your ass. You screamed, startled and a bit mad. You turned around, but nobody was there. Of course nobody was, they were fucking ghosts in your haunted house. Dang. What started as a pinch developed into caressing your ass, your legs, your neck… They let their ghostly hands caress your body every once in a while, making you shiver and frown. But it was still not enough to kick you out of a good house. You could deal with the ghosts, the housing market not so much.

But it didn’t end there. They started groping you. You woke up one day with what felt like hands holding you down, you trashed and tried to get free as ghostly laughs sounded around your room. You cursed them as they undressed you and played with your tits for what felt like hours. Probably was. They pinched and twisted and sucked on your nipples until they were puffy and oversensitive, until your pussy was so wet you could hear the slickness every time you rubbed your thighs together. And they didn’t even make you come, they just disappeared when they got tired. You had to touch yourself after. Fucking ghosts.

The groping started to be a bit annoying. You could be bending down and someone pulled your panties down and probed your asshole. You cursed them and they left with a laugh. Another time you were doing laundry and ghostly hands held you inside the washing machine like you were in a bad porno. They poured some detergent on your ass and fondled you until they got bored. At some point, they ripped your clothes off and started groping you in the middle of the hallway. You liked that shirt, damn it.

And then they went beyond all you were expecting. You were showering one morning and you felt the water turning cold, their latest discovery, making your nipples pebble under the spray. You cursed out loud when you heard the ghostly laugh and the water stopped. And then they stopped playing. Hands grabbed your arms and pinned them to the wall, more hands took your ankles and held them apart. Another hand started pinching and caressing your boobs, making you groan involuntarily, your pussy getting wet. You didn’t know how many of them there were, but the amount of hands you could feel in your body said at least four.

One of them took upon himself to spread your pussy lips, spreading your wetness all over your clit and frantically rubbing it. Your legs gave out under their assault, but they didn’t let you fall. They held you in the air as you felt a dick being shoved inside of you. You cried out as he hit your G-spot repeatedly, some fingers kept rubbing your pussy. And without a second to spare, the one fucking you came, you felt him twitching and shooting inside of you. You looked down and there was some kind of blue liquid leaking out of you, sticky and slimy. Gross. The next one took his place, same thing. A few dozen thrusts and they were coming inside of you. When they all finished and you were dripping, they took upon themselves to pinch every sensible place of your body until you came. They released you then, your pussy a mess of spectro-cum and your body spent after being tag-teamed by ghosts. Fucking ghosts.

From that point on, it was like a magical limit had been lifted. They used you wherever and whenever they feel like it. It was weird the moment of the day that you didn’t have some ghost cum dripping down your legs. You opted out of wearing panties a couple days ago, tired of having them ruined. You stopped wearing pants, too, what was the point if they’ll end up messy either way.

They had no limits, and they had no worries about you either. They didn’t care if you were awake or asleep, eating or busy with something. One second you were reading through your mail and you felt a cock filling you to the brim, pounding into you without any preamble. They didn’t even try to satisfy you anymore, they just used you as a cum-dump for their come, jerking themselves inside of your pussy and leaving soon after. You sighed and kept doing whatever you were doing at the moment, tired and sore, but so turned on that it was almost painful.

Usually they used you one at a time, giving you a while to get yourself together and do some stuff around the house before you felt another cock shoved inside. But sometimes they didn’t even wait a few minutes. Sometimes not even seconds. One cock was pulled out and another was pushed in, making impossible for you to get anything done the whole morning. It was maddening, and annoying… And made you so fucking hot you were horny all day long. You had to rub one off multiple times a day to relieve some of the pent up sexual frustration of being fucked and ignored all day. Fucking ghosts.

Hi!....I'm not sure if requests are open right now, but I really have a major request.

So what if orc husband comes home with a few of his friends, vampire, and werewolf, reader has met them a few times while delivering her husband's lunch, reader always catches them winking at her and cat calling, but anyways, orc husband asks reader if they can invite his friends in for dinner, and of course reader is all like "of course! They are always welcomed inside for dinner anytime!" And then later on during midnight, the vampire and werewolf and orc husband all make a plan or some sort and they all have a 4some?...it has to BE FILTHY, like I'm talking, gagging, crying, sweat, all that nasty stuff.

No worries if you cant! Hope this all made sense!!

A/N: I hope you like this, it wasn't flowing as too filthy, but I think it turned out okay. <3

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Orc x vampire x werewolf x fem!reader || foursome, sharing is caring, oral sex, double penetration

You knew your husband’s friends were a bit into you. Every time you went to the office to give him his lunch they looked at you with hunger in their eyes. Your husband didn’t say anything about it, but after so many years together you could feel that he liked it. He liked all the attention you got. He liked how you blushed when they catcalled you on your way out… He liked the idea of them fucking you.

And not going to lie, you also liked that idea a bit more than expected.

Your sexual life was nothing but amazing, you two got into some freaky shit and enjoyed yourselves plenty. But the idea of someone else in the mix never really crossed any of your conversations. But maybe… Maybe it should.

“You want to have a foursome with your coworkers?” You deadpanned one morning.

Your orc husband started coughing so hard you thought he was going to die right on the breakfast table. “What the fuck? Warn a guy before saying shit like that, I almost died.” You giggled, the blush in his cheeks was answer enough to your question but you waited for his reaction. “I- Maybe?”

“Think about it. I’ll be waiting for your answer.”

It didn’t take more than three days before he sent you a short message with “I’m in.” Your pussy got wet instantly thinking about all the possibilities. You two talked about it a bit more, arranging the moment and the day they all could do it. It took a while for all their schedules to work together, but when the day came, you were so excited you were about to get out of your skin.

You prepped yourself in the shower, pampered yourself until you felt your best self, and when they came into your house and complimented your lingerie set, you blushed. It didn’t take too long before they were ready to go.

“Let’s do this,” the vampire said. He used his super-speed to get to you and had you naked in less than three seconds.

Your brain was spinning as he started to suck on your nipple instantly. You groaned as some furry hands groped your ass, parting your cheeks and grunting when they saw your lubed asshole. You prepared yourself before they came, already wet and ready to take all their cocks. Your husband was looking at them from the sofa, slowly stroking his cock. That was so hot.

You were turned around and it was the werewolf turn of sucking and biting on your nipples as the vampire fell to his knees and started to rim you. You groaned again, looking at your husband and making grabby hands at him. He chuckled and approached.

“Come on, guys, let’s go to a more comfortable place,” he instructed, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom.

He laid down and sat you on top of him, reverse cowgirl style. He lifted your hips and impaled your pussy on his dick. You cried out, and the werewolf took the opportunity to shove his dick inside your open mouth. It was hard and messy, your husband making you jump on his dick as the werewolf fucked your fave and you drooled all around him, some saliva landing on your tits. The vampire took the chance and used it to twist your nipples.

There were so many sensations happening at once that you came like a rocket. Your husband followed closely, filling you to the brim.

“Next,” your husband said. He grabbed your torso and pushed you back to rest against his front. The werewolf and the vampire moved like a well oiled machine. You felt the pressure of your husband’s dick in your ass as he slowly but surely entered you. Once he was fully seated inside, your head was roughly moved to the side. You came face to face with the vampire’s erection, pleading for attention. You opened your mouth without thinking about it. He shoved himself inside and started thrusting instantly. The werewolf wasn’t too far behind, pushing his way too big dick inside your pussy.

Your brain went into static. You were so fucking full you couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. But they didn’t care about it. They moved your body as they pleased, in perfect sync. The vampire was pounding your face as your husband took your ass, and the werewolf fucked your pussy raw. The combination of their dicks inside of you at the same time was turning your brain into a puddle and you couldn’t think of anything far beyond the next thrust. The next hit on your G-spot. The fullness you felt around your overused body.

Drool was dripping around the vampire’s dick, your clit felt raw as the werewolf rubbed it and your nipples were hurting as your husband kept pinching them. They were fucking you with abandon, not caring if it was too much, if you were too oversensitive after all the previous orgasm… Nothing. You were just a doll for them to fuck, a doll for them to cum into. The idea of all of them coming inside of you, threw you over the edge once more.

“I- I’m gonna…” You didn’t even know who said it, but next thing you knew the vampire was pulling out and coming all over your breasts. Your husband and werewolf fucked you in unison and grunted and groaned as they both filled your holes. It was so much, too much. You could feel your holes gaping as they pulled out and changed positions.

You didn’t know how many times they fucked you, who was who in which hole. They took turns fucking your pussy, your ass and your mouth, using you for their pleasure. You were on cloud nine, coming and being filled to the brim. It was marvelous, it was glorious. And you were definitely making it a regular thing.

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