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pedgito · 2 years

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This is just something funny I thought about, not a request, but you can make it into something if you want:

Modern au Eddie, reader is at his trailer hanging out scrolling through social media, reader receives a random dicpic and Eddie hears the reader groan about it and how annoying it is,

So he’s just like “here give me your phone” and he sends a dicpic back.

Then gives back the phone and says “alright, they won’t bother you again.”

author’s note: this just screams bestfriend!eddie to me, could eventually turn into friends to lovers but I see it as reader and Eddie being so comfortable in their friendship with each other that it’s not even weird anymore.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) so much dick talk, unsolicited/solicited dick pics, it’s exactly what you think, bestfriend!eddie

word count: under 1k, just a small blurb.

You’d never knock dating apps, it didn’t seem reasonable—not when plenty of great relationships had blossomed from it. Unfortunately though, it just wasn’t for you. And it wasn’t something that was instant, but it didn’t take long for you to realize that you wanted nothing to do with any of it.

“God,” You grimace, scrolling through the notifications on your phone—some simple greeting texts, a few overbearing approaches from possible prospects, but then there were the bold ones; no warning, straight to the point, full dick on your screen as you press on the message notification, “why do guys think it’s cool to send unsolicited dick pics?”

“Do girls even like solicited ones?” Eddie asks in amusement, scrolling through his own phone as he glanced up at you.

You shrug, indifferent on the opinion. You back out of the message quickly, but it doesn’t take longer than a few seconds before another one’s coming in, followed by an even cringier winky face.

“Just block him.” Eddie suggests, shrugging like it was the easiest solve to the problem.

“I have,” You tell him, “I’m pretty sure this is the same guy who’s made three different accounts just to send me a picture of his dick.”

And with that, Eddie shudders in disgust. Things were easier for him, truthfully. He didn’t have to deal with half the bullshit that women did, but if there was any way to ease that annoyance, he was more than happy to help.

“Have you messaged him back at all?” Eddie asks curiously, laying his phone against his chest to turn his full attention to you.

“No, never.” You tell him adamantly. “I don’t know what his deal is.”

“Gimme.” Eddie insists, making a motion with his hands until you relinquish control over your phone.

You hand it over with some hesitance, watching as he scrolled through the unanswered messages, frown growing as he scrolled deeper and deeper. The man, whoever it was, was a creep and it was so painfully obvious. Eddie knew how to solve the problem easily, though he wasn’t sure how you’d handle it.

“Uh, you can look away if you want.” Eddie suggests, pressing on the small camera icon.

“What—why—“ You ask, but before you can realize Eddie has his hands inside the waistband of his pants, lifting them up just far enough to snap a quick picture—his dick was already half-hard and enough to intimidate at even that state. “Eddie, what the fuck?”

He chuckles to himself as he snaps the picture, typing a quick message before he’s pressing send.

You could’ve acted disgusted, but it’s not the first time you’ve see his dick—probably wouldn’t be the last. Eddie and you were fully aware of how not weird the situation was. He’s kind enough to back out, though it’s pointless.

“I don’t think he’ll be bothering you anymore.” He smirks triumphantly, watching as you took the phone back slack jawed. “Hey, you could’ve looked away—don’t look at me like that, sweetheart.”

“My phone saves all the pictures I take on these apps,” You tell him, “so thanks for that—another unsolicited dick pic that I didn’t ask for.”

“Oh fuck,” Eddie laughs, “I’m sorry.”

You shove the phone back into his hands insistently.

“Take care of it.”

Eddie does so quickly, before handing it back over.

“You’ll definitely thank me later.”

Eddie’s confidence was almost irritating at times.

Though, he was right. The messages don’t slow, necessarily, but the certain guy never bothers you again. But, Eddie had started a dangerous game.

You approach him another night with that all too familiar look on your face, nose scrunched up in annoyance as you turn the phone to him.

Eddie sighs exasperatedly, knowing he’s only joking.

“I know you hate dick pics, but you should probably keep one in your gallery for cases like this—some of these aren’t always my best work.”

“The more unappealing the better, Eddie.” You tell him, arms crossed as you wait.

“Hey, no way you just called my dick unappealing.” Eddie frowns, taking the picture regardless. “You wound me.”

“Fine,” You shrug, “send me your best work later and I’ll save it for emergencies.”

Eddie thinks you’re bluffing, but you’re stone-faced expression never falters.

“Oh—okay,” Eddie agrees with a fervent nod, “Got it, boss.”

You smile sweetly, snatching your phone back.

“Love you,” You sing, “don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Eddie laughs wearily, eyes trailing after you as you leave.

And truthfully, it has to be the best dick pic he’s ever taken, smiling as he sends it to you through your messages, leaving you a message that has you giggling to yourself as you read it.

“You never answered my question about the solicited ones, so enjoy.”

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

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shaykeijser · 6 years

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flustered commitment

summary: bold!reader asks what her and flustered!steve are ft steve being nervous during the first date because that’s my favorite concept

a/n: i wrote this in less than 40 minutes so if i have any weird typos or any part of it doesn’t make any sense that’s why!! also i tried real hard y’all to fight the urge to write another steve imagine (i’m a multi fandom blog and want to emphasize that more) but steve imagines are my fave so here this is

word count: 753 (i’m getting better y’all)

tag list: @steveharringtonofficial (ask to be added!!)

your first date with steve harrington was what you expected, what most first dates honestly were.

it was at a local coffee shop and you both met each other there. considering that you were both only acquaintances before he asked you out, if he picked you up and drove you there it would be a car ride full of awkwardness that would only be slightly lessened by small talk.

steve was a lot worse at hiding that he was nervous for the date than you were. his eyes hardly ever met yours, he was constantly wringing his hands, slightly stuttering when he asked you how your coffee was, the list went on.

eventually, though, the first date jitters ceased. you both grew more comfortable with each other and didn’t feel the pressure anymore. the small talk grew into actual conversations, even daring to get opinionated.

your first date with steve harrington was not as memorable as your fourth one. steve had driven you to benny’s where you were sitting at a table across from each other, so you could lean in whenever steve started to tell a story that excited him. you could when he talked about something that he was passionate about, he started telling the story with his hands while his voice grew more and more animated.

now you were the one telling the story, sharing an odd memory with him about the adventures of when you and your cousin canoed on a dingy sewage infested lake. unlike most of the dates that you’ve been on, he was genuinely interested in you. he wanted to get to know you better and let you know that by asking you questions and making sure to not spend the whole time talking about himself.

king steve was how you saw him up until nancy, he carried himself differently and stopped hanging out with the assholes of hawkins high. but again, you didn’t know king steve. the reputation and the not confirmed whispers were all you could add to your steve harrington profile when he asked you out.

and here both were. comfortable with just sitting and being with each other. neither of you had addressed what you both were – there wasn’t the need to. up until earlier in the date when the barista at the shop was shamelessly flirting with steve, despite it being obvious that you both were on a date. you had ordered before him, stepping aside so steve could order an iced coffee. even after you paid for him (your rule was whoever initiated the date paid for it – he accepted it without hesitation), she didn’t stop batting her eyelashes.

“we don’t need to use labels if you don’t want to, but what are we?” you asked him suddenly, forgetting about the chai tea latte in front of you and not caring anymore if the temperature went down to the dreaded room temperature.

“well uh…we’re dating. together. a thing. mutually in like…” he started to explain, blushing and continuously looking more nervous. “do you want to put a definite label? because that’d be fine by me but i don’t know if you want it. and i mean yeah, you are the one that brought it up, which i’m sorry about! i was trying to find a right time to ask you to be my girlfriend – if that’s what you want because i don’t want to- “even though his rambling was quite the possibly the cutest thing ever, you couldn’t help yourself.

you leaned in to kiss him, hoping that he would make the leap and lean in too. alas, he was still running his hands through his hair, attempting to form his words. not wanting to waste any time, you took his face in yours and gently brought his lips to yours and pulled away, not wanting to overstep the boundaries or display too much affection (something that you predicted steve would be all for – but like he said, you didn’t want to pressure him or assume anything).

he smiled softly, taking the kiss as your answer. you used your words as well, just to confirm it.

your grin was larger than this, it being evident that you were proud and content with being the one to officially make the first move. “yeah, i’ll be your girlfriend.” “nice. cool. neato. i’m uh.” you loved how despite the confession he was still flustered. “looking forward to being able to kiss you more.” smiling, you took his hand in yours. “as am i.”

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cami-chats · 5 years

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In Your Camera Roll

Title: In Your Camera Roll

Link: AO3

Square Filled: Sending A Dick Pic

Ship: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes

Rating: Explicit

Major Tags: None

Summary: “Bucky was innocently working at home when a wrong text makes his night much more enjoyable.”

Word Count: 1841

Created for @mcukinkbingo

Full text also below

Bucky was editing his ass off when he got a text. He didn't recognize the number, but Steve had just gotten a new phone. Last Bucky had heard, he was setting it up while also trying to move Sam's things in.

Unknown Number: :photo:

Bucky rolled his eyes. It was probably a picture of Steve drinking from Sam's favorite mug or something equally stupid and sappy, so he swiped to open it without much thought.

And a dick showed up.

Bucky blinked.

Another text came in before he had a chance to even attempt to think of a response, mostly because his mind had stalled at the picture. He was horny more often than not, mostly because he hadn't had a boyfriend in years, and he'd stopped doing hookups when he got the prosthetic because people either said that he should warn people he had a piece of technology attached to him, or they had a fetish. Either way it wasn't fun, which meant that it had been a while since someone showed him their dick with intention. He didn't appreciate the fact that this was the first text this number had ever sent him, but even jerks had nice cocks sometimes, and lord did this man have a nice one. It was leaning against his stomach, flushed and absolutely mouth watering where it curved against olive skin.

;) Then, a minute later, Oh shit.

Wrong number

Fuck

I'm sorry

Please tell me you're not underage

Oh my god I'm so sorry

Bucky appreciated that, and now that he knew this was a case of wrong number and not completely unsolicited dick pics to a random number, it was pretty funny. He thought about just saying that it was fine, but, as previously mentioned, it had been so long since he'd gotten any that he was willing to take a little risk. He looked at the picture again, then shot off a text.

Nice dick man :tongue:

I don't have plans if you don't

He sent the texts before he could second guess himself, and figured that the worst case scenario was the guy turned out to be a homophobe and Bucky blocked his number.

Tell me you're not underage before I say anything else :suspicious face:

Lol if I'm underage then why did I have to make my own doctor's appointment

It was a valid question.

Now that that's over...

:smirking face: Tit for tat

Sorry to disappoint, but I don't have tits. It took a minute for Bucky to find, copy, and paste the shrug emoji. With a sigh, he set his phone to the side and went back to the open document on his computer, then made a face. He'd gone over this story so many times, he wasn't sure he'd know if he had the same paragraph to start all the chapters. His phone buzzed with another message, but he ignored it, staring at the too-bright screen and trying to will himself to get back to it.

He picked up his phone. All the better for sending me a pic of your cock. Come on fuel my imagination

Shouldn't you be texting the person you meant to send that to?

What makes you think I'm not?

I mean

I'm not.

Because he's a dick

Then why were you texting him??

Good phone sex voice. Pretty sure he's saving the pics I send him for blackmail purposes but eh wouldn't be the first time that happened.

You need to find a better bed partner

You offering?

Bucky hadn't really meant for it to sound like an offer, but hell he could go for that. It had been, god going on two years since he'd had sex, a little sexting was more action than he'd seen in a while. He was a little nervous about this-- the guy was a complete stranger after all-- but what was the harm? Worst case scenario was a random guy had a few naughty texts and maybe a dick pic or two for his own collection; it's not like he knew who Bucky was or even what he looked like.

Sure am sugar. Give me a lil something and I'll give you a pic of your own :winky face:

Does my first dick pic not count as something?

That was for someone else, I want something of my own

Hmm

You an ass man?

:drooling face: :peach: :peach: :peach: :heart eyes:

Lol

One min.

He probably didn't have too great of an ass, but just thinking about it was making Bucky harder. He pushed himself away from the desk, one hand clasped around his phone, the other adjusting himself through his pants. He shooed his cat-- Winter-- off his bed, and he took off in a huff for the kitchen, probably to knock pictures off the wall in protest. He threw his phone down on the newly vacated bed and started to shuck off his clothes. He paused when he got to his pants though, figuring that it was better to get a picture now, just in case that's the sort of thing this guy wanted.

He had to turn on the lights for it, and he really hoped this guy was worth it because now he was squinting uncomfortably after being in the dark for so long. He hooked a thumb in his underwear then stopped and switched hands so his prosthetic wasn't visible. He took a couple pictures and hoped one of them was decent; it's not like he had a lot of experience with this.

Just as he was about to set his phone down again, a text came through.

:photo:

Bucky choked on his tongue as all his blood rushed south. He took back every single doubtful thought he'd had about this man and the quality of his ass because good lord. He had to do squats every day or something, because no one got an ass like that from sitting at a desk all day. Not to mention those boxer briefs were practically painted on, a vibrant red that clung to perfect curves.

I'm saving that pic for later

Just fyi

God knows he'd be jerking off to that picture for the foreseeable future; it was only fair to tell the guy responsible for it.

Was that enough to inspire you? :winky face:

Bucky looked through the pictures he'd taken. They looked inadequate in comparison, but he chose the one where the head of his cock was peeking out the top of his underwear and his hand could be seen cupping his balls over the fabric.

Ooo :tongue: Do I get the rest if I ask nicely?

Nah :winking face: Bucky kicked his clothes off and took another picture, his hand wrapped around the base, and sent it. He opened the photo of that marvelous backside and moved his hand over his erection slowly. "Mm." His eyes fluttered closed and he relaxed into his mattress as he teased his length. That was an ass so good he wouldn't even need to be buried inside of it for it to be wonderful. Give him a handful (and an eyeful), and he'd be good to go.

He was jerked from his imagining of what it would look like without the fabric by his phone ringing. "I swear to god if this is Steve..." He answered with a short, "What," without even looking at the number. Which, in hindsight, wasn't a well thought out idea.

The person on the other end snorted. "Wow you that nice to everyone you send dick pics too?"

Bucky blew out a breath, relaxing again. "I didn't check to see who it was. Uh, why'd you call?"

"I get off a lot better with someone's voice in my ear than just a few pics on my phone. Probably should have asked first," he mused, and Bucky chuckled.

"Don't you hang up, it's now your responsibility to talk me to an orgasm."

"Out of curiosity, do you always answer the phone when you're jerking off?"

"You overestimate how often I get phone calls. What's your name honey?"

"Tony." A pause. "This is where you tell me yours."

Bucky laughed a little. "Bucky. So Tony, come here often?"

"I hate you," Tony said, voice unbearably fond. "Tell me what you're doing."

"Jerkin' off."

"You've never done phone sex before have you," Tony said, sounding amused.

Bucky huffed, taking his hand off his erection. "Can't say I have. Shouldn't you have asked if I was any good at it before ya tried?"

"I had faith. I still have faith."

"Keep dreamin'," Bucky snorted. "I never was any good at talkin'."

"Well that's fine babe cause I can talk enough for the both of us," Tony purred. "I'm laying on my bed right now. I've got lube next to me, but I haven't really touched myself yet. What do you say, you want me to finger myself?"

"Yeah," Bucky breathed. "God that's-" his throat clicked.

He heard a noise and assumed it was the lid of the blue getting taken off. "Tell me what you're doing."

"Tony, I told you I ain't--"

"Think about how I did it," he soothed. "Told you where I was, gave you an idea for how close I was. So tell me baby, where are you right now?"

Bucky licked his lips, trying not to feel embarrassed. "I'm in my room. Uh, on my bed, layin' down. Before you called I was thinking 'bout your ass and uh touching myself."

"You got any lube?"

"I didn't grab it," he admitted, blushing a little.

Tony huffed out a laugh. "I have to do all the work around here. Grab your lube sweetie, you're saving tomorrow-you some pain now. You can thank me later, in the form of electronic roses and assurances that I'm the best you've ever had."

Bucky got to his feet while Tony was talking, padding to his bathroom and grabbing the half empty bottle-- right next to the who-am-I-kidding unopened box of condoms-- before going back to his room.

It took embarrassingly little time for Bucky to come with Tony's voice in his ear, whispering dirty things between moans and gasps as he pleasured himself, but Tony was close behind him, so he didn't feel too bad about it.

When they were both done panting, Tony said, "Okay, I'd love to stay up and have a little pillow talk, but I do actually have to get up early tomorrow."

Bucky laughed breathlessly. "Alright. Have a goodnight Tony. When you jerk off tomorrow morning, I expect you ta think of me."

"Oh I will," Tony promised. "Night sweetheart."

"G'night."

In the morning, Bucky texted him every flower emoji he could find, followed by Definitely the best I've ever had. Wanna spice it up a little next time? I swear I'm better in person

He didn't know how his proposal would be taken, so he waited anxiously for a reply, trying not to stare at his phone.

Name a time and a place :peach: :eggplant: :splash:

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