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ameliora-j · 6 months

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ur the only person i trust who can give me a filthy but soft smut of james potter fucking y/n in his ice hockey jersey

i’m honored 🥹

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday! send in ur requests ᵕ̈

content: soft dom!james, cnc, hockey player!james, pr manager!girlfriend!reader, humiliation, degradation, oral (f!receiving), daddy kink, jamie talking to ur pussy, impact play, unprotected piv, creampie, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

“james…” you groan, trying to push him away as he has you pressed up against your desk in your office. “cut it out!” you groan as he kisses down your neck.

“oh baby” james chuckles, shaking his head. james towers over you, and his ice hockey jersey are purposefully tailored to be longer and bigger on him so that they can fit over all his gear—thus causing every single one of his jerseys to be a dress on you. this—accompanied by a pair of thigh high boots—was your signature game day look. “you’re wearing the jersey, you’re asking to be split open on my cock and you know it” he chuckles lowly, nipping at your ear.

you whine, shaking your head as you push him back once more. “stop james. i’m serious, i’m not fucking you” you huff softly.

“uh huh baby… whatever you say” he murmurs, sinking to his knees and pushing your legs apart. he pushes his jersey up over your hips and tuts his tongue, shaking his head softly. ��and look at that… you don’t wanna fuck but this little cunt is nice and uncovered for me” he hums, noting that you’d foregone panties—and james knew you expected this.

“my poor girl’s gonna be so cold on that ice tonight” he pouts softly, shaking his head as he rubs a thumb over your slit.

“james!” you squeak. “i’ll be fine” you shake your head.

“hush baby, do your work. ‘m talking to my girl” he chuckles softly. your eyes widen and heat rises immediately to your face as you realize james is speaking to your pussy, not you. “‘s okay pretty princess… i’ll make sure you keep warm tonight” he whispers before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your little clit.

he hums softly, his eyes rolling a bit at the taste before he wraps his mouth around your cunt, wiggling his tongue through your sticky folds. “that’s right princess, knew you wanted daddy” he whispers to your cunt, leaning back and spitting on your pulsing hole. “‘s okay… daddy’s here. gonna clean you up baby. make it all better” he hums to your pussy before diving back in.

“j-james… james!” you moan loudly, reaching back and pushing his head closer to your needy cunt. he chuckles against you, slapping your ass.

“i knew you’d come around” he mumbles, standing and beginning to undo his pants.

“n-no… no james i’m not fucking you! i’m trying to tell you we need to go” you whine, shaking your head insistently.

“yeah princess, i hear you” he nods, running his cock through your slit a few times. “there’s my girl” he groans as he feels your wetness soaking his cock. “it’s okay, i’ll give it to you… no need to cry” he chuckles lowly as your pussy drips down onto his cock.

he groans lowly as he slowly pushes into your cunt, practically whining as he bottoms out. “oh you’re so tight” he breathes, holding your hips.

“j-james… jamie stop” you whine as he begins to fuck you. his pace is slow but intentional, his hips angled to hit your gspot head on each time he slams his cock back into you.

“oh baby, you’re begging me to stop but my princess is begging to cum” he murmurs, gently rubbing your clit as he fucks you slow and hard. “it’s okay pretty girl… if you want daddy to stop all you have to do is cum” he taunts, holding you close to him as he fucks you slowly.

you whine, shaking your head as it falls back against his shoulder. “your pussy is crying for me… squeezing around me. oh baby she wants to cum so bad” he mocks, beginning to rub your clit faster. he keeps his pace slow, but pounds your gspot mercilessly as you cry out his name along with profanities.

“daddy!” you whine as you gaze at him with wide, glossy eyes.

“oh there’s my pretty princess” he hums softly, smiling lovingly at you as he leans in and gives you a kiss. you whimper softly, meeting his thrusts as you kiss him back. “‘s my good girl. take my cock so well” he mumbles, kissing across your shoulders.

“daddy… i wanna cum” you whimper, your eyes rolling as you clench around him.

“i know baby… i know daddy’s right there” he mumbles. “why don’t you milk my cock baby?” he hums, kissing your cheek. “cum for me… squeeze daddy’s cum from that big cock” he groans lowly.

you let out a long, loud moan, your head falling back against his shoulder as you cream on james’ cock. he sucks in air through his teeth, fucking you through your orgasm as his hips begin to stutter until he paints your walls with his cum. “what do you say baby?” he mocks as he rides out his orgasm, fucking you full of his cum.

“thank you, daddy” you moan quietly, smiling lazily at him.

#twisted tuesday!#nsfw.nani #dark.nani #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x yn #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter smut #james potter blurb #james potter fic #james potter drabble #hockey player!james potter #hockey player!james #james potter fanfic #james potter headcanon #james potter dialogue #names potter fanfiction

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starrystevie · 1 year

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it doesn't happen as a revelation. there's no jolting pain in his chest that sends steve reeling, no internal crisis that has him shaking on the bathroom floor, no shocking sense of guilt or desperation or fire licking in his veins. nothing that makes the world stop spinning and making him trip over his feet.

it's a normal moment when he realizes he's in love with eddie.

they're sitting in steve's car, ac blasting and music on low for once, waiting for a handful of the kids to get done with their final exams. they don't pick them up as much anymore and steve pointedly ignores how much he misses the times of carting them all around before mike started a ripple effect and got his license. but they're taking the kids to the lake after school to try and enjoy the last bits of non-suffocating sunshine before summer really hits, just like old times.

it isn't a revelation in the sense that it's some earth shattering event, but more like a moment of clarity. eddie's hair blows back for a second and he's blabbering about something from the dnd game he played the night before with his shop buddies with a wide grin and animated hands and the sun glints off the puckered pink scar on the side of his face in the most perfect way and he's beautiful and-

oh.

steve's vision seems clearer than it has in a while. his lungs feel a bit more shaky but not in a bad way, his heart stumbles against his ribcage like it's tripped over itself and the butterflies in his chest are the only things catching it. he laughs to himself because of course this has to happen when he wasn't expecting it, when he doesn't have a plan, but then eddie's looking at him and he knows he doesn't need one. not yet, anyway.

"you good, man?" eddie asks, eyebrows crinkled together and smirk on his face. he's painted golden in the afternoon sun, shining as bright as the north star. steve's always liked gold.

it's taken steve years to get here. the two of them have grown up together in the way that teenagers do while they figure out the roads laid out before them. they've learned each other's ins and outs through long nights and early mornings and everything in between. he knows his breathing, the way his footsteps sound, the smell of his aftershave, the feeling of his hands on his shoulders. it all comes together in this perfect package wrapped up in a perfect bow and for once, steve lets himself hope like he's a kid on christmas morning.

"yeah," he shakes his head to clear out the eddie-shaped stars in his vision, offers up a smirk of his own. it's taken years to get here so he still has time to do this right. "perfect."

#don't mind me just feeling like a ~hopeless romantic~ this fine tuesday morning #had to write it as an italicized oh moment don't mind that either #steddie #steddie hc #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet

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nyoomfruits · 1 year

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hey dear, i hope you're doing well! as much you should definitely finish the magic helmet au, i'm demanding more of your writing so from the prompt list: saying “i love you” completely randomly -- lestappen, pre-slash? -- if you're up for it! x

hi!!!! i am!!!! i am definitely working on the magic helmet au later today BUT this prompt was wayyyy too tempting not to tackle so!!! here you go, lestappen crash angst (with a happy ending dont worry!!!!) :D

When Charles flings open the door of the medical building, about four faces turn to look at him in bewilderment. “Where,” he starts, clearing his throat. “Where is he?” When he gets a few blank stares in return, he adds, “Max, where is he?” He’s trying to stay calm, but there’s panic crawling at his throat, panic he can’t really explain, but that he knows is only soothed by seeing Max is okay.

The crash keeps playing on a loop in his brain. One second, Max is right in front of him, and the next he’s careening into the barriers, hitting them with a gut wrenching crash.

“Oh,” one of the nurses says, a little unsure, “uh, through here, Mr. Leclerc.” She points through a door on the left. “But I don’t know-“Charles doesn’t let her finish, striding forward and throwing the door open.

Max is sitting on the examination table, scrolling through his phone with one hand as the other is held up in an arm sling. Aside from the sling, there’s no visible injuries, and with the way Max is smiling down at his phone, he seems mostly fine.

“Fuck,” Charles breathes out, feeling the relief wash over him.

Max looks up at the sound, and his smiles widens when he spots Charles. “Charles!” He says, putting his phone back in his pocket. “What are you doing here, aren’t you supposed to-“

“Are you,” Charles interrupts, feeling it all rush out of him. “Are you okay?”

Max shrugs, “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. The hand’s a little busted, but they’re pretty sure it’s not broken so that should heal soon enough. Actually, I’m-“

And it’s just. There was a second there, as Charles watched Max’s car smash into the barriers, where he didn’t think they would be here right now. There was a few moments after as well, where no one could tell him if Max was okay, where he couldn’t stop thinking ‘What if he doesn’t make it out?’

It’s that fear, that all consuming realization that this is their one shot at life and it could really all just be over in the blink of an eye, that has him blurting out, “I’m in love with you.”

Max’s mouth clicks shut. His eyes are wide, and he’s not saying anything, and Charles can feel the panic crawling at his throat again. “Shit, I mean, fuck. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be dumping this on you right now, you’re clearly in pain and I’m just, I don’t know, throwing love declarations at your head while you have so many other-“

“Charles,” Max says, now his turn to interrupt Charles. Charles stops talking, wonders if it would be weird if he just ran right back out. The nurses must think he’s insane at this point. “Come here,” Max says, and he extends his good hand towards Charles.

Charles goes, because of course he does, because this is Max, even though everything in him is screaming at him to run for the hills, to hide and never come back out.

Max pulls him in, until he’s slotted between Max’s legs, his thighs bracketed by Max’s knees. They’re close, so close, Max’s fingers still tangled with his, their chests almost touching, their faces only inches apart. He forgets how to breath for a second.

“I love you, too,” Max says, into the limited space between their mouths. “I’m sorry I scared you today.”

Charles, who’s still very much trying to process what on earth is happening right now, makes a needy little noise in the back of his throat. He wants, he wants, and it’s all right in front of him right now, looking up at him with sparkling eyes and a soft smile. His hands find Max’s face, because he needs to touch, needs to make sure he really is okay, that he’s really here.

Max’s smile widens, and then he’s leaning forward, closer closer closer, and then he finally closes the gap between them, pressing their lips together in a kiss that’s both desperate and soft and all the things in between.

When he pulls away, he presses his forehead against Max’s, needing to exist in his space a little bit longer. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he says, quietly.

It sounds just as much as an ‘I love you’ as the words he spoke earlier.

#if everything works out the magic helmet au should get posted either monday or tuesday so!!! GET HYPED #lestappen #drabble

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diorleclerc · 1 year

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uni Tuesday ask:

having to leave your dorm to have sex cause of roommates…👏🏻

charles had his hands all over you while your lips were attached to his. his kisses trailed down to your neck where he started sucking and leaving marks, causing you to let out little moans.

you were suddenly interrupted by a groan that didn’t come from either you or charles.

“seriously? right in the living room? why do you two never do this shit in your room?” pierre groans.

“in our defense, you weren’t supposed to be home yet,” charles says. “so you were just going to have sex on the couch? the one where everyone sits?” pierre asks.

“it wouldn’t be the first time–”

you cover his mouth with your palm while pierre fakes a gag.

“you two disgust me. i regret living with you,” pierre says. “don’t worry, we’ll go in my room now,” charles says.

“great. now I have to listen to you two–” you cut pierre off.

“actually, we’ll leave. my roommate’s out of town visiting her boyfriend,” you explain.

you quickly say your goodbyes to pierre, who was more than happy that you two were finally leaving.

—

as soon as you step into your apartment, charles is all over you again.

his lips remain on yours the entire time as he carries you into your bedroom.

they only leave yours briefly as he drops you down on the bed then goes to shut the door.

he starts taking his clothes off while you do the same. you had barely gotten your shirt off when you both hear the sound of the front door opening, then your roommate’s footsteps as she enters the apartment.

“why does this keep happening?” charles groans in frustration from being interrupted for the second time today.

you’re just as annoyed as he is but you can’t help giggling at his reaction.

“this isn’t funny! i think we should just move in together to avoid dealing with interrupting roommates,” he tells you, his face completely serious.

#cl #college!charles #college tuesdays #diorleclerc drabbles

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girl-next-door-writes · 7 months

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Gif drabble for dear Mycroft? ❤

The last time your path had crossed with Mycroft Holmes it had got rather... heated. He had said some scathing things that had cut deep, something he regretted more than he would ever admit. This was why he found himself at this little soiree, lingering in the entrance hall, his eyes darting to the door every few seconds.

"Brother mine, I am surprised to see you here. This isn't you kind of thing, too many... people." Sherlock smirked, knowing full well why Mycroft was there.

"I am merely passing through on my way elsewhere. It pays to show my face, on occasion."

"Of course. Your presence wouldn't have anything to do with-"

"Sherlock!" Your voice cut through their conversation and Mycroft turned, his heart racing when he saw you in your fine evening wear, looking even more attractive than usual. His mouth went dry and he found himself at a loss for words as you approached, his stomach dropping when your smile faded as you spotted him.

"Mycroft." Your tone was a little clipped yet polite, a tone which felt like a thousand papercuts to his skin.

"I'm fine." He blurted, mentally kicking himself.

"Good." You said with a hint of confusion.

"Good." He nodded.

"Is this how you two are going to interact for the foreseeable? This is going to very quickly become infuriating. Mycroft, just apologise and admit you're in love. Then my dear friend here can accept and admit their love for you and we can all get on with our lives."

"SHERLOCK!" You and Mycroft both shouted simultaneously, staring incredulously at the cheeky Holmes, who simply shrugged and walked away, leaving the two of you in a rather awkward silence.

#Mycroft Holmes #Tuesday drabble #gif drabble #gndw gif drabble

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griefabyss69 · 8 months

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Steddie prompt: former Experiment!Eddie messing with Steve using his gifts because he’s bored. What that entails is entirely up to you! :) NSFW or SFW, dealers choice.

This is such an interesting concept! One that I've somehow never thought to write about before. I could've written like double this, but it was already like four drabbles long. I might come back to the concept one day!

[Drabble request series on ao3]

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4.1K words - Steddie - Rated: E

Contains: Tiny bit of dub-con (basically nothing is negotiated but they're both into it all), metaphysical anal, face slapping, ass slapping, Eddie taking control of Steve's body

Once the poisonous, bloody, dust has settled, and the fluorescent sterile aftermath endured, Eddie comes out to everyone.

Not in a Robin kind of way, but in an Eleven kind of way.

Or rather, reading the tattoo he's kept hidden under his watch this whole time, Twelve.

Steve had been kind of shocked, like way more surprised than he thinks he should've been, but he absorbs the information and adjusts, just like always. Eddie's still the same guy after all, they all just know him a little better, and he gets to take some of the super-powered pressure off of El whenever being that kind of weird gets rough.

And call him naive, but Steve didn't really think he had anything to worry about, it's not like the guy's actually a murderer or evil or whatever, even though the town hit too close to home with the whole Has-Powers-Like-The-Devil thing. It burns Steve's guts a little, makes him feel sick with how close Eddie could've come to getting snatched up by the wrong people again.

So when he gets a weird glint in his eye one evening, Steve doesn't think "Oh shit, he's going to Devil-Power me to Hell". He thinks, "He's about to go find a pen and a notepad and spend the next hour ignoring me.", which sucks way more than having any kind of evil attention.

Well, his wish for it certainly gets granted.

Eddie stretches out on the couch, eyes slotting into place right where they should be – holding Steve's gaze – his shirt loose enough at the bottom to ride all the way up to his ribs when he wriggles around restlessly. His mouth quirks up into a little smirk, Steve can't tell if there's meant to be humor in it or not, but he's sure if he's about to open up with something dry and sarcastic he'll find out soon enough.

For a minute though, it's just a staring contest, one that has Steve enthralled. He doesn't even think about looking away, even when he feels his own hand raising up into the air, knuckled into a loose fist.

He does frown though, confusion tugging at his mouth when his fist punches down into his own leg, not hard enough to hurt but definitely not something he did on purpose.

"Eddie?" He asks, trying not to sound too worried.

"Yes, Steve?" Eddie replies, raising his eyebrows.

Another punch, this time with his fingers clenched tighter, harder into his jeans, and Steve finally breaks eye contact, looking down at his hand.

The spell over the internal mechanism that urges him to gravitate towards Eddie is broken, but the one over his hand isn't. A couple quick punches and Steve glares over at him, finally trying to actually fight against whatever's moving him.

"What're you doing?" He asks, and Eddie laughs, rolling over onto his stomach.

He puts his chin in his hands and gives him a doe-eyed look, blatantly false innocence pooling under his eyelashes.

"What do you mean?" He shoots back, lips quirking into an enigmatic little smile.

Steve wants to stick his tongue into the corner of it.

"Well. I'm not punching myself on purpose. So if that's not you, then maybe we should do something about it," he says, watching his fist turn into an open hand, slapping down against his thigh.

Eddie sighs, shaking his head at him with a fake kind of pity.

"Oh Steve, I'm all the way over here, how could that be from me?"

Well, he knew it before, but now he really knows that Eddie's doing this.

"Then I guess I'll go call a code red and get the super nerds on the case," he says, getting to his feet.

He doesn't get very far, Eddie halting him mid-step, keeping him off balance with one leg in the air.

"No need to do that, I'm sure I can protect you against the ghost that's possessing you," he says, kicking his feet up behind him.

He looks like he should be twirling some of his hair around his finger as he sighs dreamily about a boy at a sleepover. The look kind of suits him even with the new tattoo that's peeking out from under his shirt.

Steve wants both of his feet on the ground, so he tries, and finds that he can push through Eddie's power like it's molasses and not a brick wall.

It bodes well for not falling over when he lets him go, but it doesn't bode well for the mischievous way he's looking at him. The thing about Eddie is, if he wants to toy with someone, he'll give them a way out of it, if they work hard enough for it. No brick walls there, but you have to want the escape.

Of course, that's always been during things like stupid arguments about movies or the casual flirting he does with everyone, not physically controlling someone like a puppet. At least not in Steve's experience anyway.

"Right. Can you see the ghost? Are my eyes glowing red?" Steve asks, voice bland.

Eddie laughs, wiggles his fingers at him with a wink. It looks fruity and has Steve's gut tugging his heart around on a leash. He can't believe that actually does something for him.

"Yeah, I can see it right now, looks pretty strong," he says, eyes sweeping over Steve's body like he's checking him out, not pretending to assess a threat. "It might take me a bit to fight- oh!"

He's a good actor, but Steve knows he's fucking around, so his pretend surprise when Steve's open palm slaps into his own face doesn't work on him. It's not very hard, doesn't even sting, but it does make him jump, heart racing at the unexpected hit.

"He got you good!" Eddie says, eyes so wide and so absolved of his actions.

Steve gives him his nastiest glare, regaining control enough to rub at his cheek, a small trickle of humiliation building between his shoulder blades.

Eddie laughs and makes him slap himself again, and this time it stings, the pain spearing him in whatever part of the brain that lust resides. That's a fucking problem, has him hoping Eddie gets bored of him soon, because he's known him long enough to know that he'd hold that kind of information over his head forever.

"Man, I'm sorry, this ghost is really beefy," he says, his legs still kicking.

"Call in some reinforcements, then?" Steve replies, rolling his eyes at him.

He fights to get both of his hands down by his sides, trying to brace himself against what comes next, waiting as he watches the gears turn in Eddie's head.

"You're not going to want anyone else around," Eddie says, and Steve feels a weird, nebulous pressure under his chin, forcing it up.

That almost gets a sound out of him, but it's not until the pressure is sliding down his chest, lighting up the nerves in his nipples on it's journey, that his throat opens up and lays a moan out into the air.

"What's the ghost doing now?" Eddie asks, eyebrows raised.

"Being some kind of pervert," Steve says, eyes flying wide when he feels a tugging at his belt.

"Oh, that's a shame, I guess."

Eddie's got his belt all the way undone before Steve can get his hands up to it, and he tries to think over the pounding of his heart.

This is totally on purpose, and seems like a whole different kind of thing than all of Eddie's harmless flirting. Does that mean Eddie's noticed things about him? How he lingers around him too much, how he finds it hard to tear his attention away from him a lot of the time?

Or is this Eddie just fucking with him in a new way?

"Looks like I might get a show, though," Eddie says, bypassing where Steve holds the two ends of his belt in place to get his jeans undone, button fly popping open quickly enough that Steve doesn't register it happening at first.

"Eddie," he starts, not sure what he's going to say.

Should he ask him to stop?

His the leather in his hands slips out of his fingers and his pants fall down his hips a few inches. He should ask him to stop, but that would mean… well. Stopping.

"Uh-oh," Eddie smirks, playing with a piece of his hair. "Interesting tactic this ghost has."

Steve pushes his hands against the power to clutch at his jeans, grunting with the effort, holding them up just before they can fall further and reveal the swell of his cock in his underwear.

"Honestly Eddie, cut the bullshit," he says, aiming for stern and getting lusty leading actress instead. "We both know I know you're doing this."

Eddie laughs, hiding his grin behind where he's twisting his hair in his fingers, looking up at him through his eyelashes. It's cute, though all of the mocking innocence has melted away.

"What, don't want to blame this on a third party?" He asks, all pretend-sympathy. "That way you won't have to admit that you're getting bested by a nerd."

Steve rolls his eyes, because the whole nerd thing is not what this is about and Eddie knows it. It's about facing the fact that Eddie's toying with him in a way that's homosexual, and the fact that Steve's protests have been so weak he can't even call it acting.

"You haven't bested me yet," he says instead, managing to get the top button of his jeans done back up.

"Don't egg me on like that, I might end up thinking you want it," Eddie says, dark eyes giving him another once over. "I'm also not trying very hard, my nose isn't even bleeding."

Steve knew he was pulling his punches, a fact driven home by the way his arms fly out from his sides, trapped in midair like he's stuck under something heavy. Struggling against it does nothing, no molasses to wade through, and Eddie's finally stopped kicking his feet, doesn't look casual anymore.

A real show of his power, even though Steve knows this is still pretty surface level.

"Try to move your arms," Eddie says, nodding at him with his chin as if he's not already putting in the effort.

Steve glares. Eddie grins.

"Alright, if you don't want to, I guess I could find a way to motivate you."

The button on his jeans pops back open and his pants are yanked, pooling around his ankles before he can even open his mouth to tell him off.

He doesn't think that's what he would've done, though. He wonders if Eddie's aware of that, or if he thinks he's doing something that Steve hasn't fantasized about before. Like sure, in his fantasies, Eddie's using his hands – sometimes his mouth – to undress and touch him, but what is this if not an extension of his body?

It comes from him, after all.

Steve doesn't say anything, just watches him, pokes at the little feeling of humiliation and lets it grow, letting the shame for wanting Eddie to defeat him have it's cruel stab in his chest, as he finds his eyes held in place by Eddie's gaze again.

"Nothing, huh?" Eddie says, less playful for a moment, almost like he's frustrated.

Does he want Steve to protest? To beg and fight against something he knows he's not capable of physically overpowering? To ask him to stop?

He sighs.

"You know I'm trying, I know you can feel it," he says, frowning. "I'm not going to beg you to let me go."

Eddie stares at him, the gears once again kicking into motion as he visibly understands what Steve's not saying.

"I'll make you," he replies, pulling Steve's shirt up over his head to brace it against the back of his neck.

Steve's used to being shirtless around people, but the unexpected rush of cool air against his skin has him shivering, has his cock thickening up even more, definitely obvious by now. There's no giving up now, no way he can walk this backwards and laugh it off as freaky ass roughhousing.

"Yeah? You want me to get all sad and desperate to move? To get my clothes back on?" Steve asks, drawing his bitchy smirk up easily. "I bet you think about doing this when you jerk off, getting me on my knees or something. Do you? Think about forcing my mouth open so you can fuck it?"

He watches Eddie's face burn and something hot and satisfied curls up in his gut. He's not often on the offensive with him, prefers to take things as they come and secretly enjoy them, but when he can make him blush hard out of nowhere like that it makes him want to pin him down and kiss him.

"I-I… don't do that," Eddie says, piecing his composure back together. "I don't think about you at all."

Steve hopes that's a lie.

"I'm just bored," he continues, still a little subdued. "And clearly you're a bigger slut than I thought."

That'd hurt, if Steve didn't take it as a compliment, coming from a guy who once went on a half hour tangent about how people should just be able to have sex without judgment, no matter how many partners they had.

"What does that make you?" Steve asks, relieved when Eddie's smirk finds it's way back.

He loves how it looks on Eddie's face, sue him.

"King slut, I guess," Eddie laughs, and with a faint pressure at his waist, Steve's underwear pulls down his thighs, his cock springing up with the force of it.

"God," Steve moans, attempting to pulls his arms out of position, instinctively trying to cover himself.

"Yeah, that too," Eddie says, not bothering to pretend he's not staring at his erection.

Steve has to take a few moments, basking in the attention and also to just catch up with exactly what's going on, how fucking weird it is, how turned on he's getting. There's a lot that Eddie could do to him that anyone would expect him to say no to, but he finds himself hoping that he doesn't have to ask for any of it.

He told Eddie he wasn't going to beg and he meant it.

"Can't believe you're so into being this weak," Eddie says, slowly dragging his eyes up to his face, the nebulous pressure following the path they take.

He's not going to beg, but he moans freely, wants Eddie to know how good it feels, wants him to try to get more sounds out of him.

"I could hold you in place and strip you anywhere, and what? You'd get hard just like this?" Eddie asks, his hips giving a hard grind into the couch. "I can do whatever I want to you, and you're not even scared, are you? You’re like the world's bravest, horniest, action hero."

Steve laughs, finds he can't even move his head, his whole body held in place except for the places he wants to be touched. His cock and his balls are free to move, no invisible pressure holding them in place – which is a little embarrassing, he wonders if it looks stupid – but mostly he just wishes he was being touched everywhere.

"Should I be?" He asks, voice a little strangled. "Scared?"

The pressure around his throat gets softer and he tries not to feel disappointed.

"Depends on what you fear," Eddie says, his hips starting to slowly roll and press into the couch like he's doing it subconsciously. "I'm not gonna injure you or anything like that."

Steve goes to shrug, but he can't, so he just makes a vague sound. He has to think for a minute to figure out how to bring up the slapping without outright asking for it.

"What was the slapping about, then? You could've hurt me."

Eddie rolls his eyes, arranging one of Steve's hands into an open palm.

"Injuring you is different than hurting you," he says, and even though it's expected this time, Steve still gasps when his own hand comes down hard on his cheek.

His head doesn't even snap to the side, stuck in place.

His cock jerks as he struggles, the pain drawing another moan out of him.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie whispers, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth for a second as he looks at him. "You loved that."

Steve knows how he must look, with his eyes watering and he's assuming a red mark on his face, and he leans into it, letting his mouth drop open just a little bit as he licks his lips.

"If you weren't so committed to making love to my couch I'd tell you to come over here and use your own damned hand for it," he says, unable to keep himself from pushing at him.

Eddie hides a laugh behind his hands, his head ducking momentarily before he looks back up, beaming at him.

"You're so fucking cute," he says, getting all of his limbs in order as he gets to his feet. "Also, really fucking hot. And gorgeous? Yes."

He's walking towards him now, and Steve didn't think that was going to work so well, but all he can do is watch him, unable to move.

"Sexy? Beautiful? A Pretty boy? That's three check marks, baby," Eddie's saying, little zings of pleasure building in Steve's chest with the compliments. "And I don't think you could handle it if I slapped you."

Steve raises his eyebrows, still trying to move, still utterly trapped.

"Well, not your face, anyway," Eddie says, and then like a strike of lightning, his palm collides with Steve's ass.

"Oh fuck!" Steve yells, his body trying to jerk away from the impact.

He didn't ease him into that one, the pain hot and sharp and already throbbing as Eddie steps back from him.

"I've always wanted to do that," Eddie leans in to whisper, his teeth glancing off of Steve's ear, his hand back on Steve's ass to grab where he smacked him. "I hope you think of me whenever you sit down for the next few days."

Steve groans, breathing through it as the wall of pain steals the thoughts out of his head.

"You want me to hurt you?" Eddie asks, and he tries to nod. "You get off on it? Being defeated and slapped around?"

Not historically, but he thinks Eddie could punch him in the face and all he’d do is drop to his knees. Let him think he’s forcing him to open his mouth, like he teased him about earlier.

"What about something else? I'm sure losing a fight with someone is familiar to you, but what about something new?"

Steve manages to get his mouth to work, his eyelids fluttering shut as he asks -

"Is this the first fight you've won?"

Eddie steps back, an offended scoff preceding a slap to the face, not even Steve's own hand this time, drawing a high and reedy moan out of him.

He thinks he might be able to cum like this. Even with just the pressure that builds in the base of his spine as he struggles against the nothing, the invisible force – this whole situation is starting to get him there.

"S-something new is good," he gasps out, unable to open his eyes as Eddie's fingertips tease over his face.

"Good," Eddie says, satisfied like he approves, his fingers moving to trail down Steve's neck. "Should I assume some things about you, or should I ask first?"

Steve scrunches up his eyebrows, knowing that the right answer and the answer that he wants are two different things. He's not about to make a good decision like this though – his balls are starting to ache and he's getting desperate, craving all of the slivers of Eddie's attention that he’s being given.

"Do whatever you want, I can take it," he says, prying his eyelids open against the force of nothing but his own fogginess.

Eddie looks momentarily shocked, like for whatever reason this is where he'd draw the line and stop doing things they know are kind of stupid, but he schools it quickly, getting his hands on Steve's chest.

"You know, my plan wasn't to touch you at all," he says, squeezing Steve's tits. "But I'll be honest, you've been driving me fucking crazy."

Steve makes a weird sound, a mix between a laugh and a moan, trying and failing to push up into his hands. He has to hope he gets to do this again, without Eddie's powers holding his whole body in place, but right now being forced to go at whatever pace Eddie wants to set is kind of intoxicating.

"Show me, then," he says, challenging him.

Eddie ducks his head, and it seems bashful, until his teeth sink into Steve's neck and both of them are groaning, Steve's a lot louder and ruined than Eddie's.

"Fuck, that's so go- Oh shit!"

There's a sudden pressure inside of his ass now, not even stretching him open, just the presence of nothing, all of his nerves singing through his spine as he tries to breath around the solid tension in all of his muscles. It spreads, more pressure adding to press into his taint, to grip his balls just lightly enough that it doesn't hurt, and then there's –

Eddie's hand, real and warm and calloused around his cock, stroking over the head to catch the pre-cum there, getting the rest of him wet as he slides down to the base, squeezing it hard. That does hurt, and Steve almost tips over the edge, feeling his eyes start to water again.

He's never felt anything like this, having a hard time wrapping his head around how he's getting fucked in the ass without actually being entered by anything, but it feels so good that he wants to live like this forever, trapped under Eddie's power.

"Next time, I want to get inside of you," Eddie's whispering, like he doesn't want him to hear. "I want to hold you in place and fuck you until I'm done with you, make you feel so good you forget who we are."

It's the thought of Eddie's cock slamming into him that does it, the fantasy of being helpless to do anything about it, forced to take whatever pleasure he gives him whether he asks for it or not. He cums hard, shooting hot where Eddie aims his cock, getting cum up in his chest hair and down his stomach.

The invisible pressure starts to ease up from his ass and his balls, reluctant even as Eddie keeps working him with his hand, making him try to squirm away from it when the orgasm ends and the raw nerve feeling of over-stimulation hits.

"Fuck, please," he whines through his clenched teeth.

"Please what?" Eddie asks, the mischievous glint in his eye coming back as he continues to work him over.

"Your hand," Steve manages to grit out, unable to move away from it at all.

"What about my hand?" Eddie asks, laughing.

He does let go though, watching him closely as he tries to catch his breath, casually licking Steve's cum off his fingers like there's nothing loaded about that.

"Gonna drop you now," Eddie says, moving to stand behind him.

He gets his arms around Steve's waist, bracing him as the pressure holding him up slowly eases off, and soon he's slumped and sinking to the floor, Eddie guiding him as he goes.

He doesn't even care that his bare ass is on the cold floor, finding it kind of soothing against what must surely be a hand print so well engraved that he could get Eddie's fingerprints from it.

"God, you're a mess," Eddie murmurs, pressing his thumb into Steve's lips. "I'll clean us up though, hang tight."

Steve's body feels like jello, so he just lays there, frowning as he thinks about what he said.

Us?

Eddie comes back with a towel, a wet washcloth, and a wet spot at the front of his jeans.

"You didn't have to cum in your pants over me," he says, the words a bit murky as he tries to articulate them. "Could've just used my hand or something."

Eddie groans as he kneels down beside him, cheeks blazing as he glares at him.

"I know that, but I…" he cuts himself off, frowning as he shakes his head. "Don't worry about it, okay?"

Steve's silent as Eddie cleans him up, taking his time to get the cum out of his chest hair, basking in the sweetness of it after all the half-manufactured posturing they just did. This feels more honest than Eddie holding him in place and stripping him, as hot as that was, and he doesn't want to ruin it by making fun of Eddie for cumming in his pants. Maybe he would've too, if their positions were reversed.

"Next time we do this you have to get your cock out sooner," he says, mumbling around a sleepy smile.

#griefabyss69 writing #drabble requests #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #anon who gave the last drabble request: I hope to write it tonight! But if not it should be up tomorrow or tuesday!

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gofordrakgo · 17 days

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Tuesday

@legendary-guest had a brilliant idea about Drakken using tools from his lab when cooking or eating and I immediately had to write this! Go check out her corresponding artwork when you're done reading!

Midnight Writes: #1

Unrelated but happy 100th drakgo fic to me!

“It was a Tuesday and I had made my normal chicken lo mein and I couldn’t find any chopsticks, so I grabbed two of my screwdrivers, and used those instead. After a few bites, I felt a little strange. Hot, and shaky. Sure I was getting the flu I called… Samuels, I think, was my primary henchman at the time…? And had him shut down my takeover-the-world plans for the week. Nobody needs sick henchmen, trust me! They’re a pathetic breed.

Samuels and some other henchmen stole my plans and attempted to enact them without me, to take the world for themselves. That’s how I learned about Kim Possible, but that’s a story for a different day. Well, actually, you already know that story, don’t you? It was you Samuels defected to.

Anyhow, I went to take a shower since I’d gotten so feverish I was sweating and I noticed my fingertips were turning blue! I kept turning the water hotter trying to warm them up, which was peculiar because other than feeling like I was sick I didn’t feel particularly cold.

After giving myself mild burns in the shower I recalled being six and getting food poisoning! My mother really shouldn’t be allowed near pork chops…. Well, I’d gotten so sick then that I kept having hallucinations. I never could handle the sensation of bugs crawling on my skin again after that! I chalked it up to the same thing. I’d been rushing, and likely undercooked the chicken!

It took forty-eight or so hours for me to sleep off the food poisoning, and when I finally was stable enough I realized I had turned blue. But, well, it completed the look. It was a shame, too. It made my old red labcoats look delightfully menacing, though I know you know that, with how fast you stole the color after I switched. But Shego came along and was adamant that she didn’t want us walking around looking like ‘rejected elves trying to steal Christmas’ so blue it was! Good thing I look stunning in all colors, right, Dementor?

I don’t know what I put in that lo mein…. I probably swapped the salt with something from the lab again.

Can you believe Shego tries to say it was because I used those screwdrivers to eat? ‘You were working with radioactive explosives that very day!’

Psh! She thinks I didn’t sterilize them before eating with them! Ha! Everyone knows fire cleans everything.

But yes, that’s the story! I turned blue from food poisoning.”

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disorganizedkitten · 2 months

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There Is Magic In Every Living Thing 1

Harry Potter | 2021 | 546 | Ao3 | Masterlist | Next

Theodore's dorm in Slytherin House consists of two Necromantic disasters, three idiots, and one Theo. Surprisingly, they haven't burnt down the castle yet. (Or maybe not surprisingly, since the pyromaniacs are mostly in Gryffindor Tower. Still, they haven't managed to reduce the school to rubble, so that's good.)

“Hey, your family crest is being carved into the wall.” Theo looked back down at his book, having figured out what the scraping noise and sudden magical presence was. He was on his stomach on his bed in the Slytherin sixth year dorm, Harry was to his left, upside down on his own bed for some general reason that probably hadn’t been put into words yet. Theo tried not to worry about it, as a rule. And Blaise was sitting on his bed, playing with either potions, chemicals, or colored water. Theo also tried not to worry about that. It was probably blood.

“Who’s family crest?” Blaise asked.

Theo glanced up from his book again at the distracted tone. Harry didn’t respond. Theo glanced pointedly at the same wall. “The one you share.”

Something clattered to the floor from Harry’s side of the room. Huh. He was holding something?

Rustling and the bouncing of springs from behind Theo informed him Blaise was moving too, and he watched the two brown boys reach the wall with nearly-matching levels of inhuman grace. The final line of the Peverell crest finished being carved into the wall. Harry, the idiot, reached up and touched it.

He didn’t get thrown across the room, but that didn’t relax Theo. He kept them in his peripheral, ready to cast a spell if something moved wrong. Death may not be his domain, but he could weaken the dead by funneling away their power if they dared attack his friends.

Another line was carved into the wall. From his angle, Theo wasn’t sure what it was. “Oh,” Harry breathed, as the wall continued to be vandalized. “Are you okay?”

Theo gave up on being subtle and sat up properly. Ah. That didn’t seem to be dead people. Lily Potter probably had some physical scrying spell, most likely based off blood, and was using it to write Harry this message. The idea that most people lauded her as the paragon of a Light Witch when half of her spells were blood magic was ridiculous.

“Do we need to come at you from this side?”

Theo hoped so. He wanted to participate in one of her rituals.

“I’ll let Con know. Be safe.” Harry’s eyes turned green again, and he glanced over at Theo. “So apparently mum and dad are missing because they’re in an alternate universe, and they’ve decided to wreak havoc.”

Theo looked at his best friend and then shook his head mirthfully. “Can you believe they’ve pretended we’re the bad influence in your life?”

Harry snickered. “Denial, it’s gotta be.”

“Don’t know why,” Blaise hummed, tone smooth and teasing. “I’d be happy if my kids turn out like us.”

“We are truly amazing human specimens,” Harry agreed, fluttering his eyelashes at Blaise.

Theo snorted, a knee-jerk peal of laughter that would rarely be seen around anyone else. He opened his eyes to see Harry looking at him, amused and questioning. Theo grinned. “Human.”

Harry caught the joke that time around, and while he laughed Theo looked over at Blaise. Blaise’s signature Cheshire grin was in place, dark eyes genuinely happy.

Theo hadn’t seen that very often this year. He smirked back, but it didn’t last long before a full blown grin took its place.

#TMLT #There is magic in every living thing #Jaymeow writes #Theo Nott #Harry Potter #Blaise Zabini #theodore nott #Slytherin Harry Potter #Crossposting spam #Drabble series #Tuesday updates #usually

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callingsergeantbarnes · 2 years

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Kitchen counter make outs and maybe smiling between kisses together with Loki

Thank you for the ask 💜💜 It took me a little longer than I had originally planned but I hope you like what I have written.

Bargain

Pairing:- Loki x Female Reader

Word Count:- 1222

Warnings:- Kissing, make out, language, mention of masturbation

A/N:- I'm not sure why I keep calling them drabble as they often end up over 1000 words but here we go. Banner by the lovely @maysdigitalarts. All mistakes are mine.

Summary:- You try and bargain with Loki and end up getting more than you bargained for...not that you complain.

You leaned against the kitchen door, soaking up the scene before you. Watching a frustrated Loki argue with the coffee machine, as it beeped away at him. Oblivious to the danger that was currently looming over its head should it continue to deny the Asgardian his coffee.

Six months on earth, a scheme Thor had cooked up for Loki to earn his redemption by helping those he wronged, and the Asgardian had still not worked out how to make coffee in the mornings.

“I will squish you like an ant if you don’t give me my coffee.” He growled.

You couldn’t ignore the authority in his voice that reverberated across your nerves and made your skin prickle in response. To say the Asgardian did things to your brain was an understatement, he was sex on legs, and the current star of everyone of your sexual fantasies.

Not that you would tell the smug ass that. No, it was something you intended to keep from him for as long as possible.

“You know it doesn’t understand threats, right?” You said, cocking your eyebrow at him as he snapped his attention your way. “Stark has made some wonderful technology, and Jarvis is truly remarkable, but not even he has made the coffee machine sentient enough to understand when it is being threatened.”

“I will blast it into a thousand pieces if it refuses to give me what I want.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you closed the gap between the two of you. “Such a drama king.”

“I am a king.”

You snorted. “Drama king is not a compliment, Loki.”

Stepping close to him and looking at the coffee machine, you realised the problem straight away. A coy smile crossed your lips as you glanced at Loki.

“It will cost you if I make the coffee.”

Green eyes narrowed as he looked at you. A dangerous glint flashed in them as a slow smirk crossed his lips. He stepped closer to you, boxing you in against the counter.

Your pulse quickened, the scent of Loki teased at your senses, and a tight heat coiled at your core in response. Despite the sudden urge to reach out and touch him, you crossed your arms and held your ground as you squared off against the Asgardian.

“And what is your price, love?”

One word shouldn’t have made you weak at the knees, but the way he purred it made all thoughts leave you. It was just his scent; him being close enough to touch and yet still out of reach if you ever intended to keep your crush on him a secret.

You licked your lips nervously; his gaze tracked the movement and his eyes widened for a second. You didn’t give it much thought. Everything with Loki was a game. He wasn’t a trickster for nothing and knew that even now his reactions were staged if it meant he got what he wanted.

That was the risk, and the reason you would never tell him how much you wanted him. You couldn’t give him any more power over you than he already had. That way led to heartbreak and fuck knows you had had enough heartbreak over the years.

“You do my chores for the next week, and I will make sure you have your coffee every morning.”

His brow creased with disappointment, as though he expected you to say something else. Loki moved without warning, picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter, as he stepped between your legs. His touch on your bare legs sent a wave of heat straight to your pussy as desire curled around you.

Your heart thudded as he leaned closer to you. His breath on your skin.

“How mundane, love. I thought you would have at least attempted to bargain for me to help fulfil those desires you have,” he purred in your ear. “I can hear my name escape your lips when you touch yourself at night. Do you think about me often?”

You swallowed slowly, blood roaring in your ears.

“Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t. Natasha also stars in them more often or not.”

It was a lie, and from the glint in his gaze, and the twist of his lips, you knew he knew it too.

“Oh, love, you can’t lie to a trickster.”

You bit on your bottom lip, and with more confidence than you were currently feeling, you challenged him.

“Why don’t you show me what I’m missing then, by not asking you to fulfil my desires.”

“With pleasure, love.”

You should have known better than to challenge him. You should have known Loki would rise to the challenge, especially if it meant getting his own way. He captured your lips with his own, stealing your breath away. Your hands snaked around him, pulling him closer to you, as you submitted to him for a moment. His tongue teasing your own. His taste on your tongue wasn’t something you were likely to forget in a hurry, and it was just a teasing taste.

You wanted so much more.

Your leg hooked around him as you wiggled closer, pressing your bodies together, feeling the hardness of his body pressed against your core. You lost track of how long you kissed, lost yourself to the sensation of his lips and his tongue on yours. He pulled away, breathless and wide eyed, a smile across his lips.

With a teasing smile, another lie passing your lips. “Good, but my fantasies are better.”

The second kiss was more dominant, bruising, but this time, you were more than willing to battle with him. Teeth on lips, hard enough to hurt, sent a spike of pleasure through you, tongues dancing with each other, only pulling up for air with smiles on your lips and lust dancing in your eyes as you kissed again and again.

Your heart thudded loudly as Loki’s hand danced at the hem of your shorts, before slowly sliding further up. Your heart skipped a beat as your breath caught in your throat.

“Oh, god my eyes!”

Both of you pulled away, breathless and panting, and glanced towards the doorway. Stark was staring at you wide eyed and mouth open.

“No, make out sessions on the kitchen counter!”

You snorted.

“It could have been a lot worse. We both could have been butt naked.”

“Now I need to burn that mental image out of my mind.”

You turned back to Loki, ignoring Stark’s presence as he whined about mental images of naked Loki. Loki was watching you closely, but there was an unmistakable heat in his gaze. You pushed yourself off the kitchen counter and smirked at him.

“You didn’t agree to my bargain, you know.”

“I showed you what you were missing, love.”

“That was a challenge, not a bargain. The bargain was to do my chores for a week.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Fine, I agree to do your chores for a week.”

“You need to fill it with water. Can’t make coffee without the water.” You answered, moving to fill a jug of water for the machine. Once it was done, you turned your attention back to Loki.

“And maybe you can keep showing me what I’m missing while the coffee brews.” You said with a wink.

“With pleasure, love.”

#Drabble Tuesday #Loki x Reader #thanks for the ask #loki fanfiction #Katie writes

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ameliora-j · 5 months

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Can we get a blurb on Steve making the reader squirt for the first time?

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday! send in ur requests ᵕ̈

content: fingering, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, squirting, spitting, clit play, cnc, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MDNI

your newest pickup from the bookstore rests in your hands as you read silently on steve’s bed. the man is sitting at his desk, some tv show or other playing on the tv. “babe, i’m bored” steve whines for what feels like the hundredth time.

“entertain yourself, stevie. i’m reading” you mumble, continuing to read the book. steve lets out a deep sigh, silence continuing in the room once more. there’s a moment before you hear shuffling as steve stands from his desk chair.

you don’t budge, continuing to read your book untill you feel steve’s hands on your thighs, spreading them apart. you frown, furrowing your brows as you peek around your book to look at him. “what are you doing, steve?” you ask curiously.

“entertaining myself” he shrugs simply, tugging his sweats that you’d borrowed down your legs. you gasp, shivering a bit at the cold before you return to your book, letting steve do what he wants. your eyes continue to scan the page as steve pushes your panties aside.

he leans forward, pursing his lips and spitting on your clit, watching it trail down to your pulsing hole. you moan softly, your hips bucking a bit at the warm sensation as steve rubs his thumb down your slit to spread the saliva.

he presses down on your clit, beginning to circle the little nub gently as he watches the way your cunt reacts to his touch with a soft smile. your whines turn into soft moans, hips involuntarily bucking against his hand as your eyes fight to stay focused on the words you’re reading.

it’s barely five minutes before you’re cumming, head falling back against the pillows as your book tumbles from your hold. “steve… stevie” you moan, your eyes rolling in pleasure as he gives you an orgasm from clit play alone. immediately after, steve’s lips wrap around your clit as two fingers prod your entrance.

you whine, trying to push his head away as he sucks on your clit, curving his fingers up everytime he fucks back into you. your fingers tangle in his locks, tugging at his hair as tears spill over your waterline. “stevie i can’t” you whine, shaking your head.

he hums, pulling off your clit with a soft ‘pop.’ “honey, jus relax. read y’book like you were ‘m entertaining myself” he winks, his thumb stroking over your clit once more. “this isn’t for you” he says simply before his mouth is reattaching to your clit.

steve is relentless, continuing untill he’s pulled four orgasms out of you. your legs are shaking weakly as tears spill down your cheeks. one of steve’s hands is rested on your lower stomach, the other fucking three fingers deep into you, prodding your gspot repeatedly. “please i… please i can’t” you whine, shaking your head as he begins kitten licking your clit.

“you can, baby” he nods. “one more n i promise i’m done” he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the fat bud. your hips jolt, your eyes rolling as you grind on his hand. his lips attach to your clit again, sucking harshly as he fucked you faster with his fingers.

for a moment, time stopped. your eyes rolled all the way to the back of your head as your thighs clamped shut around steve’s. your body shook violently as you tugged on his hair, crying out his name. stars danced across your vision as cum gushed from your cunt like a waterfall, steve fucking you through it as you soaked him and his sheets.

when you come to, steve is kneeling over you, dripping in your essence as he looks down at you awestruck. you flush in embarrassment as you look up at him with wide eyes, his eyes darkened with lust. “you made such a pretty mess, baby…” he whispers, leaning down and kissing your clit. “good girl.”

#twisted tuesday!#nsfw.nani #dark.nani #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x yn #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fuc #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction

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starrystevie · 1 year

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it’s the routine soft intimacies that come with living, breathing, existing with someone for as long as they have.

it's when they hug and steve knows his arms will always find a home around eddie's waist, his face finding solace in the crook of his neck, his lungs full of eddie as he takes in a grounding breath. it's eddie's arms always slung over steve's shoulders when they embrace, pulling him in like he needs him close and they both know it's because he does, his lips pressed to the crown of steve's head as a reminder that he's there.

it's when they want to hold hands and they know each other's tells. they know that steve will bump shoulders then elbows then backs of hands before lacing their fingers together, thumb rubbing wherever it can reach in a steady rhythm. they know that eddie will trail fingertips over the veins in steve's wrist to feel his fluttering heartbeat and then dance his fingers down to clasp around steve's, pulling his arm over his chest so steve can feel him breathing.

it's when they sit in the living room to watch tv and the arm chair is steve's and the couch is eddie's until it's not because suddenly it's halfway through family feud and steve crawls between eddie's legs to lay against his chest like clockwork. it's when they have cleaning day and the kitchen is steve's because he hates how eddie loads the dishwasher and eddie dusts because he knows steve won't pick things up, just dusts around them. it's when they go to the grocery store and steve pushes the cart, checks things off the list, and eddie looks over produce to make sure they aren't too brown for steve.

it's the little things that can go unsaid because they've said them enough or lived them enough or some mixture of both where there's comfort in simplicity. steve knows when eddie wakes up and makes coffee immediately that it'll be a good day ending in dancing in the kitchen with cool tiles under their bare feet. eddie knows when steve wears that sweater with the blue on the trim that he needs a little extra support, a hand through his hair and a kiss on the cheek, a whispered forever promise in his ear.

it's learning how to love someone the way they want to be loved. it's adapting and giving to take and taking to give and intrinsically being what the other needs. it's steve and eddie, who alone are great but together are better. it's them, knowing that steve will always wrap his arms around eddie's waist and knowing that eddie will always sling his around steve's neck and knowing that when they always take in a deep breath full of the other, it's because they're home.

#i'm not doing too great today and wish i could have taken a mental health day but i'm stuck at work so have some steddie #sorry that every single sentence in this is a run on oops #steddie #steddie headcanon #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #just feeling a lil sad and a lil lonely and a lil heartsick but oh well tuesdays will do that to you i suppose

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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I love that you mentioned wedding for taste test Tuesday because that's what I thought of, waking up early to the smell of coffee, your other half excited to take part in today's wedding planning as it speaks to not only his heart but his stomach ;) Maybe you start out with cake tasting and then you split up for a final fitting only to meet for wine tasting and return home for your man's favourite dessert ;) You!

The door creaked open, and he tried to keep his feet light as he crossed the floor to get to the bed. His eyes swept across the bed as his lips twitched and formed a soft smile. He had been up for hours busying himself and getting ready for the day, all while he let his grumpy bride sleep.

He knew full well that you weren’t a morning person, which is what made the surprises for the day so perfect. He was going to completely blow you out of the water as you continued your wedding planning, starting with a jolt of caffeine.

“I’ll tell on you.” Your voice comes from below the blankets and pillows, your groggy groan endearing and altogether adorable to him.

“Who are you going to tell?” He questions and sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight earning another groan.

“The brute of Boston.” You whine and slowly roll onto your back, your arms raised above your head as your stretch and fight off the lingering exhaustion.

“The brute of Boston,” he chuckled with mirth and reached for the blankets, slowly tugging them down, “told me to wake the little ballerina up.”

“No.” You huff and turn over, not before sticking your tongue out at him.

“The brute of Boston and I have a day planned for you, little bride.” Bucky is grinning boyishly, perhaps for the first time in ages. “Now up.”

“No.” You protest again, denying him what he knows needs to happen. “I don’t want to.”

“Does your ass still sting?” It’s not Bucky that speaks, its the brute that calls from the doorway with amusement.

“I mean bad girls get punishments.”

“Ari!” You whine again, whimpering as heat pools between your legs. “Its not fair that you take me to the ballet and then bend me over the railing-“

“-you made quite the delicious treat, princess. I wonder what they would’ve said if they knew that my tongue was shoved into your pussy while you were watching Swan Lake.” He stepped forward, and like clockwork, the blankets flew off of you.

“I’m up. No more. I can’t handle it.” You shift your position to sit, briefly looking at Bucky.

“Today is wedding tasting,” Bucky leaned over and cupped your chin in his hand, nibbling on your bottom lip, “and the joint union of New York and Boston needs to be celebrated.”

“Sweet princess needs to get dressed.” Ari tucked his chin into his chest, studying you. “Come on baby, get dressed. We’re starting with a coffee tasting.”

“And then wine, desserts and cake to end it all.” Despite being two of the deadly and dangerous mafia men of NYC and Boston, they are nothing but loving to you.

“Up, beautiful.” Bucky reaches over and gently smacks your thigh to get you to move, and then he gets up to leave you to dress. “And hurry your fine ass up before you get a headache.”

The grumbling that leaves your mouth is short, its quiet and it stirs you. You had gotten dressed quickly, combining some of Ari’s gifts with Bucky’s until you had a full outfit that both men loved on you.

The black stockings had been a gift from Bucky, and were lined for warmth. They had rest underneath a patterned black and grey skirt that Ari picked up in Italy. The skirt was adorned with a skinny belt from Chanel with a sleek silver buckle, a gift from Bucky that was delivered last Christmas. The full length black sweater you tucked under the skirt had come from Ari on Valentine’s Day.

When you were ready and done, you skillfully rode the stair railing down to the lower level like you loved as a child and came to stop before Ari.

“You look beautiful, princess.” He scooped you from the railing and set you on the floor, his hands staying on your hips to steady you. “I hope you’re ready, Barnes is impatient.”

“I was promised coffee.” You rest your hand upon his chest, fingers curling every so slightly to feel the swell of his thick, sculpted pecs.

He was a massive man, intimidating and well within his right to earn the monicker of the Brute of Boston. He was your saviour, at one point, who took you in when the Barnes family had essentially blacklisted you from the city. Ari was there to help you thrive, survive and come back alive when Bucky found you when you returned to NYC for his fathers funeral.

“Coffee, my sweet ballerina?” Ari’s lips slated against your own, the tender exchange of affection bringing forth a new surge of desire that bubbled beneath the surface.

Ari’s lips against your own produced heat that shot through you, travelling from your head to your feet. The dusting of his plump flesh against yours, and the soft exhale of his warm breath as he exhaled into the kiss, was electrifying.

You were buzzing, every inch of you sparking to life with the renewed sense of belonging as both men had claimed you as their own.

It was a status of sharing, a status of great importance that you were the bonds that tied them together in one massive empire. Boston and NYC, Barnes and Levinson forming an alliance that was rooted and based in marriage and love for the same woman.

“You promised, Mr. Levinson.” You gazed at him through your lashes, your hands balling the material of his shirt in your palms. “Don’t let me down.”

“What the little princess wants…” His hands snaked down your back, smoothing the long sleeve sweater before his palms met the globes of your backside, and through your skirt, his fingers dug into your ass.

“…the little princess gets.” Bucky had stepped out of the kitchen with a travel cup of coffee in one hand, and a set of onyx black keys in the other. “If the princess would like to continue-“

“Coffee.” You squirmed against Ari, diving from his arms and darting toward Bucky. “Thank you.”

“Wine, and then cake.”

“I thought it was cake and then wine?” You hummed, lifting the cup to your lips to sip on the delicious mixture of sweet and bitter.

“Either way, at the end of the night…” Bucky’s seductive voice had acted like a poker stirring up a fire with every stroke of his tongue against his lips as he spoke, the heat in your belly had become almost unbearable.

“You will be our dessert.”

** **

The taste of cake was still on your tongue, the taste of buttercream and vanilla, chocolate and mousse flooded your taste buds in a reminiscent reminder that you were made into a delectable treat yourself.

“And what did you find more pleasing, sweet girl?” Ari‘a hand trapped your wrists above your head, his eyes darkened by lust and hunger as you tried to struggle.

“Answer him, baby.” Bucky looked at you from between your legs, urging you to answer while your juices dripped from his lips. “Answer Ari or I quit.”

“Please,” you whimpered and bucked your hips, the body chain they decorated you with twisting with your movements, “please don’t stop.”

“Answer him,” Bucky restated before he tapped his thumb against your clit, “3…2…1…”

“Vanilla and raspberry!” You squealed and ground your hips against Bucky’s fingers, seeking more pressure and pleasure from him. “God-!”

“Good girl,” Ari praised you and used his free hand to pull on the nipple clamps attached to your stiff peaks, “you we’re so good today.”

“Bucky-!” You pleaded with him, only finding relief when he slated his lips against your cunt, and brushed his tongue against your puffy pussy lips. “Fuck, fuck-“

“Ride his face, honey.” Ari directed you, pushing you to the edge of the bed, and helping you wrap your legs around Bucky’s neck. “Just like that.”

“Shit, shit, shit….” You cursed, your head lolling back when Bucky’s tongue plunged into your spongy walls, and his fingers pinched your sensitivities clit. “I can’t, I’m going to-“

“Its okay, baby. You can cum on his face, go on.” Ari leaned over, he dusted his lips against your jaw and blew a light puff of air against you. “Cum for him, and then you can have my cock.”

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