I Can’t Get Over This Lmaooo

2. “Give and Take”

Steve Harrington x Afab!Reader

꒰Squirting + Edging꒱ - 664

• no she/her pronouns used, mentions of sexual exploring, protected sex, Steve losing the plot

kinktober m.list

Steve was always sweet during sex. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing! At his core he was a lover boy and he’d know it from how many times you played ‘Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy’ and stared at him with a knowing grin. He knew. And he thought you enjoyed it as much as him, you did! You would be lying if you said the sex was bad. With his experience and the sheer size of his dick it was never bad, just a little vanilla and recently you had expressed that to him.

Obviously he immediately launched into an hour long conversation of how to spice it up and if there was anything you’d like him to do. The two of you had settled on some things you could do, adventuring a bit. It had been going well, it always was great with Steve. Things changed, however, after one night at the bar you two had barely been able to get through the door before pulling each other's clothes off. 

Steve had been blinded by jealousy when a guy approached you. If he had listened he would have been able to understand that you had shot him down instantly, instead he had ignored the conversation and settled for edging the two of you for nearly an hour. After the first ten minutes he had lost sight of why he was jealous in the first place. The next twenty minutes he was slowly losing himself to the rhythm. And now?

Well now he was just addicted to the feeling of your soaked cunt wrapped around him. It was torture, but it felt so, so good. He didn’t have the ability to decide when to finally let go, only giving deep and slow thrusts the way he knew. It wasn’t enough though, and he knew it, your clit being swollen and neglected. “S..Steve, please.” Steve finally opened his eyes, looking down at you.

His hand cradled the back of your calf, holding it above his hip. “What is it?” Steve all but choked out, sliding all the way back in with a squelch. “Make me come.” He nodded in a daze at your request. Steve folded up the leg he held, pressing it up as he leaned over your body.

After a second he switched rhythm, pounding into you sloppily. Your arousal coated in a ring around the base of his cock, frothing on his pubes from the force of his thrusts. Steve grunted, veins in his neck straining with the effort. He was coated in sweat, hovering above you so his body wouldn’t slide over yours and cause him to lose his footing. 

“Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck!” Steve panted. Your cries were music to his ears when he bent down, pressing his forehead to yours. Each thrust sent your body jostling up and down on his mattress. “So close!“ You sobbed, Steve huffed in response. He doubled down, wiry hair catching on your clit with the new angle. “Almost there,” he warned, hand sliding down to press firmly against your stomach.

Your teeth sunk into his shoulder causing him to groan. His hips moved forward particularly hard in response, a spray of liquid suddenly squirting out of you onto him and the sheets under you. Steve choked on a pathetic sound, spilling inside of the condom finally as you mewled under him. His hips jerked out of pure desperation as he slowed down, sucking down gulps of air to steady himself at the overwhelming pleasure.

Steve’s body swayed, head fuzzy when he slowly straightened up to steady himself. His hairy thighs shook as he slowly pulled out of your abused pussy, careful not to wait too long, staring at the wet sheen on the bed. “Jesus Christ,” Steve sighed in awe, wide eyes looking up at yours. A proud smile spread across his face and he leaned down to press kisses all over your face, chuckling at your tired laughter. “There you go honey.”

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Keeping in touch around the world

Wolfstar as something I said yesterday

Remus: sometimes people ask me what I see in my boyfriend. I honestly have no clue.

Sirius: 😡

Remus: but he does hold my yarn while I crochet, so there’s that

The Owl House was cancelled

That is something you guys need to remember. This show was cancelled. There was so much content that we were supposed to get but didn't because a few Disney execs decided that their best show since Gravity Falls wasn’t good enough to keep on their platform.

You have to understand, Dana didn't want this. We were supposed to have more. We were supposed to see how Hooty and Eda met, Caleb when he was alive, Darius's mentor, the Hagside kids, Manny, more Gus centered episodes, the Bat Queen's holder, more of Raine and Eda's relationship, etc.

But because only a few Disney execs decided that this show was too gay… oh, sorry “wasn't their brand'' they cancelled it.

You absolutely have the right to be mad. But do not direct that hatred to Dana or The Owl House. Disney is your enemy.

October Prompts

Theme: Canon

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Fictober Day 10

"Loving you is the easiest thing in the world."

SamBucky, post-TFATWS, happy!Bucky, trans!Bucky, body dysphoria, body dysmorphia. Mentions of transphobia/homophobia.

Idea from this post!

Bucky stared at himself in the mirror after a shower, towel tied around his waist, water dropping from his hair. He glared at the scars decorating his body; the ones under his pecs, the ones curved over the joint of his left shoulder, and various other nicks littered about his skin.

But the ones he was most concerned about were the ones under his pecs. The ones made with the most caution, even and curved.

He had gotten a surgery back in the 30's, where it was never approved of to be ‘different’ in that way. Where he could've be killed just for being a man, or for loving a man.

The two ideas contradicted each other when it came to the logic of such bigoted people- who Bucky later learned were called transphobic and homophobia. On one hand, if people had known, Bucky would have never been considered a man. But on the other, he would be when it came to dating one.

He always found it ridiculous. It had always made his chest ache deeply and his eyes prick up.

As he stared in the mirror, he began to cry, hatred for his body popping up in his mind. Part of him knew that Sam didn't care, but he still couldn't help but think, just for a moment, that maybe he was in the way of Sam experiencing something real.

A knock comes from the bathroom door, Sam's voice concerned as he speaks.

“Bucky? You alright in there, man?”

Bucky hiccups, shaking his head. “N-No.”

Sam immediately cracks the door open, peaking in, met with the sight of Bucky's hands clenched on thd edge of the counter, tears pouring down his face as he stared in the mirror with a disgusted look.

“How… How could you love this?” He hiccups, gesturing to his chest. Sam inches his way in, closing the door behind him as he places a hand on Bucky's shoulder.

“Bucky, loving you is the easiest thing in the world. You know that, right? I don't care what parts you have or don't, man. It doesn't matter. Because I love you.”

Bucky sniffs, looking over at him with a sad look, a soft pout on his lips. “Promise?”

“I promise.” Sam says, smiling gently as he runs a hand through Bucky's hair. “Now. How about we get you dressed and get some breakfast? You must be starving.”

Bucky hiccups as he nods, turning to throw his arms around Sam, face in his shoulder. Sam holds him tightly with no quarrels on how long they stood there. He could care less if they stood there until Bucky was completely dry and they had both grown gray hairs. It didn't matter as long as Bucky was cared for.

“I got you.” He says, holding Bucky close as he calms down.

Once he is calm, Bucky withdraws, swiping at his face. He takes in a shuddering breath as he takes the moment to smile at Sam.

“You're the best damn boyfriend I've ever had, Sam.” He says, face flushing. “But I guess that ain't much a competition.”

Sam chuckles and presses a kiss to Bucky's forehead before leading him to their room, sitting him down on the edge of the bed as he grabs Bucky's clothes.

Bucky immediately starts changing himself, hanging up his towel once he was done. He takes Sam's hand without another word and starts leading him towards the kitchen.

Sam starts breakfast, Bucky watching him from the kitchen table as the two chat about everything and nothing, exchanging small smiles and flirty jokes.

Oohlala, I am halfway done.

Coloring didn’t come out how I imagined but hey, that happens…

Day 14

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Fictober Day 7

Prompt @urfriendlywriter

Lazy kisses in the morning that starts with a grunt. One pulling the other closer as they try to get up, lazily pressing kisses all over their face. Ends with a hoarse whisper asking them to stay.

Steddie, fluff, sleepy mornings

Eddie wakes up in Steve's arms after a night together, sun peeking through the blinds of his window, their legs tangled together. He sighs, kissing Steve's cheek before moving to get up.

Steve grunts, pulling Eddie closer. Eddie starts to protest, but Steve interjects, pressing gentle kisses over his face.

“Steve, we gotta get up.” Eddie protests, but Steve persists, looking up at him sleepily.

“Please stay.” He whispers, voice hoarse, throat dry. “Just stay for a couple more minutes, okay?”

Eddie gives in with a soft smile, laying back down as he pulls Steve to his chest, nuzzling his face into his hair, arms around him.

“Happy now, sweetheart?” He asks, running a hand through Steve's soft hair. Steve nods with a content sigh, pressing his face into Eddie's shoulder, warm breath hitting the bare skin.

Eddie shivers from the feeling, smiling down at the sleepy boy in his arms, heart warming. He watches Steve slowly wake up fully, his eyes full of warmth for him.

“Good morning, clingy boy.” He teases, kissing Steve's cheek, making him flush.

“Good mornin’, Eds.” Steve mumbles, stretching out his legs, toes poking out from the edge of the blanket. “Breakfast?”

Eddie nods and starts to sit up, pressing a chaste kiss to Steve's lips before getting up fully, stretching his arms out in the air, tshirt riding up at the action and showing off the soft trail of brown hairs going down his stomach and disappearing underneath the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Pancakes?” He asks, heading toward the door, glancing back for confirmation. Steve nods and watches Eddie leave the room, a content smile on his lips.