Steve has been bottling his emotions up for so long, and right before the final battle something inside him finally snaps. Heâs so angry at Eddie for everything that he put them through. For almost dying. For the reckless, selfish choice that nearly got him killed that night. He canât take it anymore. Itâs all just too muchâŚ
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When I worked at the sex shop there was this lesbian couple that worked there too. Each of them worked at a different location for HR reasons and I worked between both stores. So first I met them individually. They both seemed sweet and agreeable and funny and I got along great with both girls.
Then I met them as a couple at a work event and I very quickly wished that outsiders got a vote on whether couples stayed together because they were absolutely unhinged together. They made each other their absolute worst selves and it was like meeting two completely different people. Noxious energy radiated off them and they were engaged! To be married! It didnât help that they were both super young, like, barely twenty. Donât get married at twenty, guys.
I asked one of the girls once what she liked about the relationship. It was a little like picking at a scab. I couldnât understand how two otherwise nice people just flipped from Jekyll to Hyde with each other and moreover why that was a dynamic that made them want to marry each other.
This girl told me she loved how theyâd hate fuck.
Now. Iâve mentioned that we knew a lot about each otherâs sex lives but this one got me.
This girl starts telling me about their most recent argument. How they started having sex and then her fiancĂŠe was getting pissed because she wasnât wet enough and accused her of only pretending to want to have sex. The girl is like, I am wet you dumbass, you just canât find it and this apparently devolved into a fucking and screaming match wherein the fiancĂŠe did eventually realize she was wet afterward and felt a bit silly to have caused a fight.
I just stared at the girl after this story, text scrolling through my brain in all caps that just read DO NOT GET MARRIED TO THIS PERSON but of course itâs not socially acceptable to say that so I pasted on a pained smile and tried to move past it.
I left before they would have gotten married and I hope they bailed but in my mind now theyâre the physical embodiment of I could fix her I could made her worse.
synopsis: when your mouth gets the best of you, the consequences are inevitable
cws: hate sex, rough sex, piv unprotected, mean risotto, mean reader, degradation from both sides, pussydrunk risotto, cockdrunk reader, kinda out of character risotto but none of us are delusional enough to believe that lore accurate risotto was genuinely interested in sex
You had no idea how you ended up in this position. You despised Nero, and the feeling was very much mutual, making rude remarks about eachother at any given opportunity, no matter if you were in the same room or not.
So how did you end up riding one of the most infamous Italian hitmen? You wish you knew.
âSlutâ he spat out, gripping your hips like his life depended on it. âDid anyone ever tell ya y-youâve got a shit pokerface, Nero?â you chuckled, brushing over his abdomen, resting your hands right above his pelvis.
You felt his cock throb, âDonât fucking call me that,â he snarled, fingertips pushing even deeper into your skin. âOr what?â You teased.
You wish you had listened to him and shut up, because in less than 3 seconds Risotto had you on your tummy, pounding into you like his life depended on it. He grabbed a handful of your hair, âWhat was it you were saying?â he chuckled pridefully.
You tried to suppress the moans, truly did, but failed miserably the second you felt Risottoâs cold lips on your back. âYou like that?â he asked, pace slowing down. Biting down the pillow, you didnât give him the satisfaction of seeing you ruined under him, yet.
All that changed when Risottoâs pace had gotten painfully slow. âPuh-pleaseâ you muttered, not daring to turn around and look him in the eyes. âWhat was that?â You could feel his stupid grin against your skin. âCan you please pick up the pace?â you felt embarrassment flushing your cheeks.
âPlease who?â
âPlease, Risotto, fuck me properlyâ you spat out, clenching around him. That truly was all it took. Feeling him move properly in and out of you again made you slip out a pornographic moan, making risotto turn you around, now facing him.
âBeggarâ he snickered. And you wished, so, so badly that you couldâve done something, anything, to hide the fact that you loved how he treated you, at least your cunt did.
âLook at that, poor girlâs clenching around me like her life depends on itâ Risottoâs smug expression made you want to punch him.
âSh-shut up, Risââ You squealed. For a fraction of a second, you saw through his facade, feeling his hard cock twitch at the nickname, and you knew then and there Risotto was a goner. You had gotten Risotto Nero pussydrunk.
Thrusts getting sloppier, you felt his hand reach your clit, rubbing messy circles on your understimulated bud.
âG-gosh what's with you and nicknames?â did you hear that right? Did risotto just stutter? âD-did you jusâ stutter, Ris? Did I make ya do th-thatâ You yourself were getting ruined on his cock, but seeing him be almost as pathetic as you awoke something in you, something you didnât even think you could feel for a man like him.
âShut up, bitchâ He grabbed your throat, with a mean thrust right back in you.
âDid I m-make you pussydrunk, ris?â you teased, clenching around him. âYouâre patheticâ you added, eliciting a loud groan from him. At this point, neither of you was trying to suppress your lewd sounds.
âY-you really donât know when to shut upâ he spat, rough thrusts getting messier as he groped your tits, warm mouth covering your right nipple while his free hand twisted your left one.
âR-ris,â you sighed, hand instinctively pulling his hair, inciting him to moan, mouth not leaving your boob yet. âCanât take it much longerâ you whimpered beneath him.
Finally leaving your chest with a loud pop! Risotto looked at you, beautiful and ruined under him. âWhoâs the drunk one now?â he sniggered, holding your hips for stability. You could swear you started seeing stars.
âLucky sluts get to cum on my cockâ he added, âCâmon, baby, make a mess on it,â he placed a wet kiss under your jaw, âShow me what this pretty cunt can do to me,â
And you did. Letting yourself go and cumming all over Risottoâs cock mightâve been one of the best things youâve ever felt.
âFuh-fuckâ Risotto groaned, fucking your own juices right back inside you. âThis pussyâs mine yeah?â he groaned, âS-say itâ risotto ordered, making you murmur obscenities, bringing him closer to his own orgasm. âJusâ yours, risââ you managed to speak up, making his messy plaps even sloppier.
He was mumbling nonsense and sweet (or sour) nothings in your ear as he came, hot ropes of cum filling you up just right. âSo perfect and tight around me,â âI f-fucking hate you,â As he fell powerless next to you, cock still half in, keeping your warm juices mixed up inside.
âYâknow this doesnât mean I hate you any less?â You muttered.
âYeah, but your pussy loves me,â and his smug persona was right back.
authorâs note: I'm low key running out of finished draftsđĽ˛đĽ˛ gonna start having to finish my drafts ffs. also might post my kinktober list rebranded as kinkmas in december, lmk who wants it.
It was a small miracle that Eddie hadnât shoved him out of bed when those words tumbled out of Steveâs mouth. Because they werenât together. They werenât even friends. They werenât anything other than two people who kept winding up in bed together despite hating each other with everything they had.
Or, thatâs how it looked, anyway.
For Steveâs part, it was really more of an act heâd found himself obligated to keep up, on account of Eddieâs genuine hatred of him. Theyâd always hated each other. Or, at least, people like Steve had always hated people like Eddie. That was the natural order of the world, and despite Steveâs recent explorations into the unfamiliar, he wasnât prepared to go against the laws of nature.
So there were no notes left in lockers, no pebbles thrown at bedroom windows. If he was being honest, Steve wouldnât have minded leaving a note or two in Eddieâs locker. He had half a notebook of half-scribbled confessions that maybe he would have preferred to share, if not for the fact that his feelings were so obviously one-sided.
Instead, Steveâs only invitation was Eddieâs furious gaze catching him at school. Whenever Eddie glared at him like he was trying to burn him alive with sheer force of will, thatâs how Steve knew he was being summoned to come by the trailer after school.
It was textbook hate-fucking. They didnât kiss. They bit. There were no loving whispers in Steveâs ear, only curses.
You make me sick. I can't stand what you do to me. I canât even stand to look at you. I only come back for this. I wish I could just forget you. Things were easier without you. You ruin everything. Why is it always you?
All of this to say, fuck me like you love me was not a sentence that belonged anywhere near the bed they shared more often than they should.
And yet.
Steve watched Eddieâ reaction in horror, mostly concerned that he might actually try to kill him this time. He panicked, mentally trying to recall where all his clothes had been flung to in his desperation to be pounded into the mattress. But to his surprise, Eddieâs face split into a grin, surprised and wicked, before falling headfirst into the character that Steve, against all logic, had asked for.Â
And that character was beyond lovestruck, besotted to the point of being unrecognizable. For the first time, Eddieâs face was free of the tension that was always there when he looked at Steve. The pursed lips, the angry crease between his eyebrows, had all fallen away into slack-jawed adoration. Eddie looked up at him like heâd never seen him before, and the lurch of hope in Steveâs gut made it nearly impossible to remember the reality of the situation.
âBut I do love you,â Eddie murmured hesitantly. âDidnât you know that?â
And Steve Harrington was a weak, weak man. One well-placed lie from Eddie was more than enough to convince him to suspend his disbelief for a little while. A moan burst from his chest, beyond his ability to control, and before he knew what was happening they were kissing, kissing like heâd never kissed anybody before. And he really hadnât, in retrospect, now that he knew this was what it could be like. It was all gnashing teeth, desperate hunger, clawing fingernails, a desperate fight to climb into the otherâs body. Steveâs nose pushed into Eddieâs face hard enough to bruise, but he couldnât even be embarrassed about it because Eddie pushed back even harder, inhaling Steveâs breath like heâd forgotten how to breath anything else.
The reality of the situation was never fully gone from Steveâs mind, of course. Eddie was only doing what heâd begged for, and Steve had no doubt he would pay for it later. He was sure that Eddie was only playing along so that next time, he could twist it into something humiliating and torture him with the knowledge that he was lonely enough to ask for something so pathetic. He knew this was a gift given with all the strings attached. On the other hand, he knew the opportunity to know what it might feel like to be loved by Eddie Munson was one he would probably never get again. So what could he really do other than give in?
Ironically, it wasnât so unlike what they normally did, in the sense that Eddie was now doing everything in his power to tear him apart, as always. The intensity, the frenzied touches, the heat in his eyes was all the same. The only real difference was that now, Steve wanted to let him. He never gave up control so easily, normally playing the role of the sneering king well enough to trick anybody. But as Eddie manhandled him to crawl on top of him, instead of fighting back, Steve melted into it. Instead of biting, he pressed a line of kisses to Eddieâs skin, tasting every inch he could reach. Instead of sneering, he whimpered, a pathetic mewling sound heâd be truly mortified for the real Eddie to hear.Â
But this Eddie was eating it up, whispering reassurances between desperate kisses pressed to Steveâs lips. âItâs okay. Gonna give you everything you want. Anything you want. Fuck,â Eddie swore, laughing against his lips. âIf I knew you wanted this, I would have given this to you months ago.â
âPlease,â Steve begged, dangerously close to tears. âI need it, need it so bad.â
Eddieâs hand slid down his stomach, reaching for him. âWhat do you need, Stevie?â
Unwelcome honesty had already escaped from him once. What was the worst that could happen if he let it loose again?
âYou. Just need you.â
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An enormous thank you to @beingmissbatty without whom this would have been lost to the internet forever because I accidentally deleted it!!
O!Steve and A!Eddie hated each other so much they decided to fuck about it. However it resulted in Steve getting pregnant. While it was a dream come true he refused to do it alone even if it was with the irksome Alpha. Eddie was thrilled too. It happened sooner than he thought and not all his ducks were in a row but he was still in a good place after trying for years to get his life straight so he could eventually have a family. The only issue was that he was now forever tied to the snobby King Steve. They agreed to do it together but they often argued over little things because of course they did. Eddie wanted to start reading to the baby immediately but Steve protested his reading choices pointing out that heâd be a captive audience while he tried to make the pup a nerd. A statement Eddie pointed out was hypocritical because all of Steveâs loved ones were in fact nerds. Thatâs what made Steve give in and let Eddie start to read the Lord of the Rings to the pup before bedtime. Through the walkie-talkie of course. Neither wanted the other in their den/nest but they did reluctantly trade scented items to put in the otherâs abode. If both cuddled up to said item because they found comfort in itâŚthat was their business. Steve could make the excuse it was for the baby not him. Eddie in turn was horrified when he found out Steve had started playing his âpop junkâ to the baby and immediately gave Steve a cassette of his music..âso the baby would have a chance of being cool.â This started the biggest argument theyâve ever had though they eventually agreed that they would alternate between genres. They were most surprised though with how much they agreed on the big things. Like when they discovered they both wanted to raise their pup outside of Hawkins though close enough to visit often. It became a stepping stone to finding other similarities between them and at first it made them uncomfortable. Not yet ready to truly bury the hatchet but still willing to try to get along for the sake of the baby. It wasnât until many years later when said pup pointed out she were happy her parents were so in love that they realized it was true. They had been forever perhaps even when theyâd thought theyâd hated each other. However that realization made them realize theyâd never properly courted and they rectified that by starting the most sickingly romantic courtship ever the likes of which made their pup regret sheâd ever said anything.
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Fighting back the urge to fight the annoying jester girl who's been romping around the castle. Instead I'll have her called to the throne room late at night and have her fuck the princess (me) or she's fired. Then I'll be the one who gets to set how aggravating she is!
I need enemy!billy to fuck me stupid and call me a slut :(
CW: Mean!Billy, Unprotected sex, hate fucking
You didn't get along with Billy. Not at all. He was arrogant, annoying. And he was determined to make your life a living hell.
He would pull your bra straps in class, flick pencils at the back of your head and stick his foot out to trip you whenever he got the chance. If you passed him in the hall, he'd shoulder check you. He'd tease you about the length of your skirts, regardless if they were short or long.
If you wore makeup, he'd point out that you were trying too hard, if you didn't wear any he'd ask if you had given up. As if he somehow thought you were trying to impress him.
As if.
The issue was that your friend group tended to overlap, just briefly but enough that you often ran into him. It wasn't like Hawkins was very big either, you saw him more often than not. And that was irritating too. He acted like he was something special, like you should care.
"You don't play hard to get, do you?" He asked you, eyebrows cocked as he brought his beer up to his lips again. His dirty blonde hair curled against his shoulders, the wind gliding it across his forehead as you rolled your eyes.
Ignoring him was best, so that's exactly what you did. You pressed your fingers over your skirt, doing your best to prove that it was plenty long enough. It touched your knees and that was what mattered. You didn't need his opinion anyways.
"On your period?" He tried again, taking advantage of how long your friends were taking to return, "Or maybe it's the stick that's always up your ass."
"I do not have a stick up my ass," You replied quickly, insides burning as electricity strummed through your veins. You quickly stood, desperately needing to put as much distance between the two of you as possible, "And you're the one that's easy." You pointed out before you turned, stomping your way back to the house.
"They went on a run for more beer," He chuckled, lazily following behind you, "It's just you and I." He sang, sounding far too cheery.
"You can fuck off now." You told him seriously as you yanked the door open, wishing you had gone with your gut feeling and taken your own car. Now you were stuck with him.
"You don't like talking?" He questioned as he pressed his hand against the door, keeping you from slamming it in his face, "I've heard you like doing other things with your mouth."
"You're disgusting," You told him as the anger pulsed inside of you, "You're not any better." You pointed out, sure that he had already slept his way through half the school.
You gripped the railing, pulling yourself up the stairs. You needed privacy, your own room to sit and breathe in for a while so you wouldn't end up losing your control.
"Where are you going?" He asked curiously, eyes glazing with mischief as you turned back towards him. You turned into the room, trying to slam the door but to no avail. He moved quicker.
"I'm so tired of you," You spit out angrily, pressing your finger roughly against his chest, "You're an asshole." You told him seriously, letting the fire inside of you erupt.
"Oh," He grinned, looking anything but upset as his eyes flickered over your features, "What else?" He teased, cocking both of his eyebrows as he stared at you intensely. He was amused. Playing with you.
"You're not even worth it." You replied as you crossed your arms, not wanting to give him the benefit of seeing your anger.
"Huh," He continued to wear that stupid smirk, making you wish you could smack it off of him, "That's funny coming from you." He added as he rested lazily against the dressed, sticking his arms out in front of him.
"Excuse me?" You asked in surprise, jaw dropping at what he was suggesting. You were nowhere near as bad as what he was.
"You're boring," He said with a shrug of his shoulders, "A doormat. There's not one thing that's interesting about you." He spoke dryly as he watched you.
"Fuck you." You were seething now, pulse racing as a fire of fury burned deep inside of you. You were so angry that you couldn't decide if you were going to scream or cry. Both seemed like a good option, but you didn't want him to see that.
He stalked towards you, lips curled up into the softest smirk as your feet remained stuck to the ground. You weren't fearful of him, you knew that the best he could do was insult you. But you weren't going to back down, not now.
Your eyes flickered over his features, trying to ignore how pretty he looked at the moment. You hated that he was attractive and even more that he knew it. He was cocky, arrogant. It drove you crazy.
You stalled as he came to a stop in front of you, tilting his head as his eyes remained locked on yours. Your heart flipped inside of your chest, trembling as his minty breath tickled against your face.
His lips were hot against yours, intense and warm as his palms fell to the side of your face. You should push him away, shove him back harshly. But you couldn't. Not when something electric spread through your body, tickling your veins.
You felt something in your brain shift, awaking you from your haze as you bit down harshly on his bottom lip. He grunted, his tongue flicking out against your teeth in surprise as he squeezed at your face.
You let him strip you of your clothes without a fight, his hands rough against your skin as he pressed you over the side of the bed. He pushed down roughly between your shoulder blades, your face falling into the mattress and your ass in the air.
"I knew it," He paraded proudly, a smirk evident on his features as you turned to look over your shoulder, "You're no better than the rest of them. Just as eager to spread your legs."
All insults died on your tongue at the feeling of his fingers brushing through your folds, collecting your slick before you felt the head of his cock against your entrance. You gulped, fingertips falling into a fist as he bullied his thick cock inside of your soaked cunt.
You moaned, eyes fluttering shut and jaw dropping as he stretched your slick walls inch by inch. His girth was thick, thicker than you had ever had as he buried himself inside of you.
"S'nice," He teased as his palms fell across the curve of your ass, small moans leaving your lips as you adjusted around him, "So fucking tight. She's leaking for me." He teased as some of his fingers fell to your clit, rubbing your sensitive bud gently.
"God," You breathed out roughly, mind feeling hazy as your eyebrows furrowed tightly together, "Feels good." You squeaked out softly as the pleasure burned deep inside of you, twisting your insides tightly together.
He laughed from behind you, his fingers electric against your skin as he snapped his hips forward. You whimpered at the sensation, the tip of his cock pressing against your bundle of nerves. You shook, your thighs trembling from the pleasure.
He squeezed at your tits, rolling them in his callused hands before he pinched your nipples. You whimpered at the feeling, overwhelmed as he began to slide his cock in and out of your soaked cunt. Everything inside of you was burning in an intense manner before he yanked your body back towards his slick chest.
Your mind felt hazy as you began to rock your body back along the curve of his cock, savoring his thick girth and the curves that decorated his skin.
The sound of your bodies meeting was dirty, filthy as his cock pressed deep inside of you. You craved the feeling, wanted to feel more of him as you continued to grind yourself back against him.
He groaned from behind you, his breath hot against your cheek as he smacked his palm across your thigh. Your cunt ached around his girth as you rocked yourself back against him, feeling a fresh wave of desperation crippling over you.
"You're so stupid, huh?" He teased, eyes flashing with lust as he tilted your chin roughly in his direction, "Already dumb around my cock. Such a dumb little slut." He groaned as you continued to fuck yourself along his cock, whimpering as words failed to come to you.
He spoke to you in a demeaning manner, insulting you. But you didn't care. Something about it made your cunt ache, your clit throb as he dragged you up and down the length of his cock.
Cries of pleasure left your lips, drool sliding down your chin as he continued to roughly snap his hips forward. You were leaking around the girth of his cock, coating his balls in your slick as you greedily grinded yourself back against him.
The sound of your bodies meeting filled the room, spurring you on as your fingers fell into two fists. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer to him.
"See," He hummed against the side of your neck, his tongue briefly licking at your sweaty skin, "It doesn't hurt to be nice." He whispered gruffly as he kissed at your ear, then biting with enough force to make you yelp.
"I am," You spit out, struggling to breathe as the pleasure burned deep inside of you. He laughed, his sweaty chest rubbing against your back as he dipped another hand between your leg, "Fuck, fuck." You squeaked out, body spasming as he brought a thick finger against your clit.
He bit down on your skin as he continued to fuck into you from behind, his finger rubbing harshly against your swollen clit as your muscles spasmed roughly.
Everything inside of you burned, your mind going blank as the pleasure crashed over you. Your thighs snapped together as you came with a loud cry, whimpering as your cum slid down your thighs.
His groans vibrated across your skin as he continued to roughly grind his fingers against your clit. Your toes curled in awe, bliss overwhelming your cunt clamped down around his girth.
"That's a good girl," He groaned as he pulled out, letting you collapse onto the bed in a pile of good. You whimpered as you turned, watching the way he wrapped his thick fingers around his cock and roughly jerked himself off, "Such a fucking slut." He grunted, leaving no warning for you as he came harshly.
You gasped, blinking roughly as his warm spunk fell against your features. You gaped, feeling it across your cheek, lips and forehead. Some of it dripped across your eyelid, leaving you to quickly wipe it away.
"You're a dick." You hissed, in disbelief to what you had just done. You couldn't believe you had let him back in with no issue. He would think that he was right about everything. Anger boiled in your stomach again.
"And this here?" He questioned, tilting his head as his strong fingers fell against your sore cunt, "Belongs to me."
