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I should be writing the next part of Love Is Where You Find It, but I could not stop thinking about just the tip with Stevie <3333 so here have this little blurb
He's just cuddling with you so innocently, he's trying to be a good boy and do right by you because he had rushed many relationships before, girls he'd walk out his door and never see again. But he didn't want that to be you. You weren't just another notch in his bedpost, no, you were special to him and maybe this was old fashioned of him, Steve kind of wanted your first time together to be special too.
But then, there you are, curled around his sturdy body dressed in nothing but one of his old high school t-shirts, your hands inching underneath his worn thin shirt, your fingertips grazing over the tapering trail of dark hairs disappearing down past his waistband. Your eyes looking at him, so expectedly, so pleading.
And he's so fucking hard about it, of course he is. His dick is twitching with anticipation, chubbing up to press a thick outline in his grey sweatpants.
“Steve…please…” You murmur your whine against his skin as your press little hot open mouth kisses in the crook of his neck.
His resolve to deny you what you truly want is hanging on by a thread.
“Stevie….” you coo so sweetly. “I wanna feel you…please..I just want you…”
Fuck. There it was, that little nickname you only pulled out when you wanted something. That little nickname that drove him absolutely crazy. He wanted to be good, he really did, you made it so fucking hard.
Your delicate, but purposeful touches, your nails raking red marks on his stomach had him shuddering, he could only take so much.
“Okay Honey, but just the tip yeah?” he tells you, laying bruising kisses of his own on the column of your throat. Little claiming marks blooming into tattoos of his affections on your warm skin.
And before he even knew what he was doing, Steve was hovering above you, pushing his sweatpants down around his thighs, crudely spitting in his palm to slick up his cock before gliding his length through your folds. Your perky nipples popping up from underneath your shirt to rub against the soft hairs on his chest, and something about the simplicity of that has Steve's mind spinning.
“I’m just giving you the tip, okay, baby? I don’t want to hurt you”
He angles his hips to slowly enter you, rocking his hips in shallow little thrusts as your welcoming heat envelops the pre-cum slick head of his cock.
It takes everything within Steve to not just give into you, and fuck every throbbing inch of him into you like he really wants to. Your thighs are hooked around his hips like you can't bear one second without him inside you.
The thing is, Steve’s big. He knows he's big. And this isn't some macho, egotistical thing, he's just knows how much he'll have to ease you in to take him fully, and right now, all he can do it keep as steady pace as his hip shift in controlled thrusts as he sinks his tip into your wet and awaiting cunt.
But you’re begging him so nicely, the shining bubble of tears gracing your lashes all because of how desperately you need to feel the full stretch of him inside you. Begging because you know Steve’s practically a pushover when it comes to you, keen to give you anything you want, if only you flutter your eyelashes at him in just the right way.
and he almost gives in to you. Almost. But then he flashes you that devastatingly charming smile from underneath that fringe of luscious hair, and gives you a line that makes your stomach drop.
“I know you want it bad, honey, I know you do, but if you’re good for me now, I promise I’ll make it worth your while next time.”
idk i just think horny fanfiction is cool bc it allows the writer (and readers) to explore their own relationship with sexuality. and especially in self-insert x reader spheres. yeah sometimes it really isn’t about the character it’s about how someone is processing their own experience with sex. so kinda. who gives a shit if you see it as out of character. why does this matter. scroll.
the thing about billy is that his first few times subbing he does need to be tied down because steve knows billy will take any and all opportunity to overpower him when he's feeling especially vulnerable. which defeats the whole purpose of this exploration! but steve does make sure to stop and keep billy grounded and centered if he starts feeling a little too worked up. he wont undo billys binds unless he really needs to.
its an endurance test and a lesson in trust that billy needs desperately
I’ve been thinking about this post all day. In my head it’s a tik tok and Eddie sees it in bed the morning after, and instead of replying he stitches the video and is dead silent, straight-faced as he pans the camera down to the boyfriend in question.
Steve’s got one of those wiggly headbands holding his hair back, a breathe right strip over his nose, and is showing OBVIOUS signs of last nights skincare routine (he’s dewy and glowing, literally).
Eddie pets his head and then turns the camera back to himself (hair a fucking nest, makeup smeared down his eyes, thin red lines just visible over the hill of his shoulders and above his pecs), raises an accusatory brow, and scoffs before he ends the video.
The caption is:
That would be the guy who plays drums on half of our discography.
Fan is absolutely mortified and the video goes massively viral, because how could it not?
Warnings: Language, NSFW, masturbation, mentions of oral sex, and vaginal fingering.
A/N: I’m so fucking horny for Steve lately, and I can’t help it with this one. The thought of Steve being desperate enough for you that he’s crying…
Thinking about Steve being so hard in his jeans, desperate and pleading, as he calls you in the middle of the night — whining, begging. He can’t find any source of relief by his own fist — the images of your perfect pussy too much for him not to see firsthand. When you answer the phone all hoarse with sleep, he’s practically cooing into the receiver.
“Christ, babe. Need you so much right now.”
And at first, you think that you must be dreaming. But the way you ache between your thighs at his words alone, you quickly realize that’s not the case. You don’t let on how he’s effecting you, but he’ll know — he always does. You opt for a chuckling breath. “Oh, Stevie… Do you know how late it is?”
His voice is soaked in pure want, tone quivering, breaths quick. He’s panting, you’re sure of it. There’s a quiet pause and you think he must be crying — or on the verge of actual tears. You sit up, phone cradled against your ear and resting on your shoulder, the chord tickling your exposed collar bone. “Steve.”
“Please, honey? Tried to make myself cum, but it’s not the same. I need you, I gotta have —“
Visuals snatching you up and holding, both your conscious and subconscious mind — your thighs tighten, squirming against one another.
And it’s as if he remembers himself beyond the haze of lust, going quiet. He’s really gone, you marvel. You encourage him, swallowing in preparation of his words.
“S’ okay. Tell me what you need, baby.”
He’s dangling on that precipice, his breaths jagged and weak, puffing out into the mouthpiece of the cordless phone. “Inside you. With my tongue.” He says the last part so quietly, that if you both weren’t crushing your phones into your ears, you wouldn’t have heard.
You whimper, unable to stifle. This causes his cock to kick against the zipper, his large palm giving himself a squeeze. “Oh, yeah? Want it too, don’t you? Fucking your little pussy on my face, using me to get you off. It’s what you’re good at, isn’t that right?”
“Jesus, Steve. Can you —“
“Here’s what’s gonna happen, honey. M’ gonna use my spare key. And when I get there I want you to be naked and playing with yourself for me, can you do that?” It’s an open ended question, a concern for consent.
You agree automatically, outright moaning as he sounds on the verge of tears at your agreement. He disconnects the line seconds later, and you waste no time in stripping down — already drenched through your panties. It’s embarrassing, but you know he’ll revel in it, licking you until there’s not a drop left to waste.
~*~
You can’t describe the ramming of heartbeat against your ribcage, sporadic thumps tap dancing on your sternum, when you hear his car pull into your drive and the door slam shut. You plant the balls of your feet on your mattress and fuck yourself down your own fingers as you head your front door open and close and Steve’s sneakers bounding over hardwood, a stop and a hitched breath beginning at your doorway. When your eyes meet his over the low lamplight that’s stationed at your bedside, you widen your legs — an invite that is RSVP’d. Steve’s disheveled sweatshirt is discarded, his white undershirt next, followed by the Nike’s and his hands greedily tugging his belt apart and getting his fly open to relieve pressure. He finds himself on you in that instance, your arms open to seek him.
You’re tucking your hands beneath his tight denim, dragging it and his underwear down below the swell of his perfect ass, your nails digging in and hands slapping. His heavy cock bobs between you two, before it lays across your soaked cunt, making you bare the tendons in your neck, head thrown back, rocking your hips into his own, mewling as that patch of curls at his base tickles the crease in your thigh. “You’re so fucking hard, Steve.”
You think he must be crying, his voice wet and winded. “Can’t help it, baby. It’s all your fault. Been missing you all night long, ever since I dropped you off.”
He litters you jugular with nipping bites and soothing sucks, ones that go straight to your pussy. You close your legs just as his palm peels his dick away from your glistening folds, soaking him in your sticky essence. He releases himself, his heavy member hanging between thin but muscular hips. His fingers glide along the seam of you, rubbing at your clit, pressing in, before he drags them down and circles the rim of your entrance. “Fingers good?”
You latch onto his wrist, indulging in the flex it makes when he works two digits into your cunt with a humiliating ease. He hums in a marveling appreciate, watching that translucent white spill out from you, and leak around his fingers. “Shit, honey, you’re already creaming on me.”
The thick wiggle of welcomed pressure leaves your walls, and has you the one begging now. Steve just watches you through thin rings of cinnamon, blown midnight pupils, his chest and cheeks already dusted with a rosy flush. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, making a real show of it, and then they’re gone.
His voice is low, deep with command. “Keep your legs open, because I’m fucking starving.”
i actually need to know people's thoughts on this because at least in my experience the answer to this has drastically changed since i was on tumblr in the 2010s and its driving me fucking insane
what's the appropriate way to engage with a fandom take you disagree with on tumblr?
voice your disagreement in the replies
voice your disagreement in a reblog addition
shrug and move on
vaguepost and complain about it on your own blog but dont engage directly
send it to a trusted moot and vent about your frustrations about it in private
bald / nuance / see results
Voting ended onMay 29, 2025
*im talking about fandom takes specifically. not someone being horribly evil about a real-life issue or or blatantly factually incorrect. literally just harmless fandom disagreements or differing interpretations of a text/character/etc.
i need you dorks to REBLOG this if you voted.... i already know my circle of moots and i have the same opinion i need this to spread across fandoms to get a real accurate sample of sufficient size COME ON!!!!!! and love and kisses to everyone reblogging and leaving their thoughts in the tags <3 muah muah xoxo
favorite thing ever is leaving this gif in Ao3 comment sections
because A: a shocking amount of people don't know abt the 'img src=' trick to add images into comment sections, and B: well over half of the authors seem to really enjoy the sentiment
people who dont maintag: here is a full analysis of a scene where i write out what each character considered the situation to be, why their pasts made them react the way they did, and why the eventual misunderstanding was as avoidable as it was inevitable… #rambles #idk if this means anything so i wont spam tags ^^;
people who do maintag: i hate blorbo #blorbo #from my shows
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