combining the power of @stevenose August writing challenge + this anon prompt to bring you this blurb!!! do not look too hard at the writing it was v quick okay thanks!!!!
August 3rd word: 'metal'
cw: shower sex, oral (R receiving), R has a vagina, R is implied fat/plussized, is referred to once as ‘girl’, multiple spanks, cum eating, Steve on his knees 🧎
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The rushing water through the pipes of the upstairs bathroom provide a solid wall of white noise, as does the shower head itself. There’s steam billowing up in misty drifts, pressing against and over the glass shower wall, surrounding you and Steve in a warm haze.
There’s the edge of the metal shower handle beginning to press into your left ass cheek, too, but Steve’s tongue is so far in your cunt you can’t think of much else.
He’s kneeling on the nonslip tile, one of your legs over the broad expanse of his freckled shoulders, big hands firm on either side of your hips.
There’s a convenient built-in shelving feature on the wall behind your back, allowing you to lean your weight into your hands while your hips roll mindlessly against Steve’s mouth.
Steve’s groaning. The echo of it fills the space just as much as the steam- interrupted every so often by his hand leaving your hip to stroke his cock- a wet, frantic sound before he’s back on and in you again.
Steve curls his tongue, stroking the textured wall of your pussy, making your knee seize and mold to his ear; his hand moves again, this time to smack sharply at your ass.
You interpret this correctly, chest heaving, tilting your pelvis and arching to rest just your upper back on the shower wall so Steve can get in deeper.
And he does- nose pressed tight to your aching clit, moaning and sending the vibrations spasming through to your core. Your pussy tightens in response, clenching around the thick muscle of his seeking tongue.
The shower head is aimed directly at your back, cascading down the length of you- there’s a fine layer of mist across Steve’s body, chestnut hair a shade or two darker from the runoff.
You were briefly worried about the possibility of his drowning, but based on the way his nails are digging into your hips, pulling you closer and attempting suffocation, you think he might die happy.
“Steve,” you sigh out, the word getting swallowed up by all the other noises- namely, the slick one of his fists around his cock, again. “Feels so good…”
You lean more of your weight into your left hand, still anchored by a knee over Steve’s shoulder, to sink the fingers of your right hand into the roots of his dampening locks. The angle of his mouth is perfect, and you aim to keep him there, stealing a glance down as you do-
Steve looks like an angel, of course. Tawny skin stretched bare, all for you, brows knit together in exultation and concentration, eyes closed and lashes sweeping at the inside of your thighs.
The crown of your head drops back to the wall when Steve starts fucking his tongue in and out of you, in quick, short movements, aided by your hand glued to his skull.
The whole time, he’s making this sick, needy, low-pitched groaning noise, one that has you gasping, stuttering out his name in warning-
“St-Steve, gonna- fuck, fuck, baby, like that-”
There’s another sharp smack to your ass before his hand comes to rest on your tummy, a loving stroke over it before his thumb dips down, works its way to your clit.
As if his nose wasn’t enough. This way, he can rub tight circles in tandem with his tonguefucking, and focus his mouth’s attention solely on your spasming cunt.
Another noise is ripped from your lungs, this time, louder than all the water and white noise- it’s pure pleasure, a high, keening thing that makes Steve lightheaded. If his mouth wasn’t so full, he’d be talking you through it and singing your praises.
He lets his hands speak for him. Increases the pressure on your clit, works over in fast little movements, and leaves half-moon nail marks in the plush fat of your ass as he drags you closer, as you cum on his tongue.
The orgasm pushes another long noise from your lungs, a mix of moan and whine, breathy and sweet- it ends in a sharp gasp, and Steve’s pulling his head from between your thighs, ever attentive.
“S’too much?” His speech is slurred, partially from pussy-drunkenness and partially from the mouthful of your slick and cum he’s storing.
“No, no, so good, baby, just the metal- thing.” You gesture vaguely behind yourself, weak from coming, but Steve’s already rising to his feet.
He swallows, swipes the back of his hand blissfully across his mouth before going in for a kiss. “Sorry, honey, should’a had you in a different spot, just couldn’t wait.”
“I don’t mind.”
Steve’s smile curls at the side of your neck as he snuggles in, humming pleased when your arms encircle his shoulders. “That’s my girl. Let’s shower off and get you warmed up- want your knees comfy on that mattress for when you sit on my face 'fore bedtime."
but truly. on your knees waiting for gator to get home. waiting for him to take out his frustration of the day on you. shrugging off his jacket and beckoning you towards him. “c’mere.” makes you awkwardly shuffle towards him on your sore knees. he takes a fistful of your hair and guides his cock down your throat in a single motion, like he’s done it a thousand times before. groans long and hard, throwing his head back. “fuck, that’s a good throat. gonna let me cum in it? huh?”
he’ll fuck you on the floor, too. he can’t find the capacity to care after the day he’s had. sliding harsh into your wet cunt, slapping a big hand over your messy mouth when you cry out. “shhh. can’t let p-people know the sheriff’s fuckin’ murderin’ this pussy.” practically growling in your ear and sucking dark hickeys into your skin. pleased that everyone’ll know who does this to you when he takes you out. his chest rubbing against your back, fuzzy balls hitting your clit, the only stimulation he gives you.
but he’ll finally throw you onto your back, too, pushing his cock right back in where it was, laughing at the perfect fit. pinching and pulling at your tits, slapping them to see the red bloom on them. licking your cheeks when you cry from how good it is. his pants burning the backs of your thighs til he finally stills, cock and balls pulsing as he fills you up. he strikes over your clit lazily, his cock softening inside of you. “come on, know you want to. lemme feel you squeeze my cock.”
pulls out after you cum, leaving you a mess under him. “what’s for dinner?”
ykwim. -han stevenose
HAN!!!!!! WTF WTF
MY BRAIN WENT INTO OVERDRIVE
Sheriff 🪦 our 🐱? YES
GOOD-FUCKING-BYE!
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He’d let you serve the dinner, make you cook if you’ve not already done so. But he’s fascinated by the marks he’s left, by his spend still inside of you. So when you start to put back on your clothing, he tells you to strip down to everything but your panties. And he watches you move around the kitchen, feet on the hardwood, finding his gazes as his seed soaks your cotton underwear, a noticeable patch underneath dining room lighting. He can’t take it, his fork clattering against his plate.
He’s already hard… again.
“Come here, darlin’.”
You oblige, watching in wonder as he opens his pants enough to free his fat cock, still covered in your creamy essence. He licks his lips and holds it, running his fingers through the bush at the base, all slicked back because of you and your mess. “Look at this mess. See what you did to me? Pull your panties down.”
You know where this is going, or… you think that you do.
The sopping wet crotch sticks to your cunt, stringing as you tug the ruined fabric off and let it pool at your ankles. He groans, hazel irises obliterated to a midnight black. He’s literally dripping out of you.
“Open yourself up. Wanna see you.”
You nod, heart rate accelerating, your thighs parting as you separate your still-sensitive folds, glistening with new slick and combined essences. He strokes his cock a few times and tilts his head back, his gold chain glistening beneath his black button down (that he’d undone after work, before making it home to you). “That’s my filthy girl. You gonna have a seat?” He looks down in his lap, his massive girth already red and painfully hard.
Your eyes widen at the implication. You expected him to have you fully naked for dinner, maybe touch yourself, but this? An intimacy stirs at your belly, slapping an ache between your legs, feet carrying you to him before your mind can comprehend. He spreads his legs, hair peeking out of his dirty jeans, that he’s gotten wrapped around his waist.
“Gator,” you whisper as you clamp your palms onto his shoulders, straddling him, his cock kicking up as your heat nears.
He’s damn near gone, but firm-set, and awaiting your answer. “Mhm? I’m leaking back outta you, darlin’. Can’t have that, now can we?”
“I don’t think I can. Gonna be too sore —“
His free hand finds the plush of your waistline. “Have I ever not made it up to you, sweet girl?” He pulls you down with a sudden yank, mouth by your ear, fresh stubble caressing the shell. “You forgetting where my tongue was buried last night? Hmm? Greedy little cunt just sucked it right in, spilled all over my fuckin’ mouth, didn’t it?”
You’re whimpering, nodding, sighing as he hovers at your entrance, teasing with the thick head, pushing. He pulls you back by your neck’s nape. “Yeah? Use your manners and words, sweetheart. Let me know.”
You nod and he’s sinking into you, cream spilling out around where you’re joined, soaking the seam of his jeans, making an audible and embarrassing noise. He groans into it, rubbing your back. You expect him to start moving, but he doesn’t, and that’s when you do start to cry out, eyes filling with tears. You’re so fucking full.
“Shh, hush up. Let me eat my dinner and then we’ll go upstairs and I’ll take care of you. Just keep quiet and sit still for me. You gonna do that?”
You struggle with your answer, but he catches it with a smirk, picking his silverware back up and cutting into his steak, trying to keep himself together as the warmth of the food settles in his belly, and your tight, drenched walls suck him deep inside. You lay your head over his back and he keeps one hand around your waist, marveling at how tender and juicy your cooking is. The words holding more meaning than one…
hi knock knock it’s me…. knight!steve and knight!eddie sharing princess!reader. knight!steve’s more of a soft dom type while eddie is a subby mess!! a real hot headed one at that!! steve’s fooling around with reader on the down low and it’s pretty obvious to eddie because steve’s always switching with someone to have your apartments to guard at night. and it’s certainly a little annoying — of course steve gets to fuck you :( and eddie wants to!! you’re the only figure of authority he has ever respected!! he doesn’t really even respect steve, either. eddie loves getting under his skin, and steve gets under his, in ways that he doesn’t even realize. when steve starts invading his thoughts at night, he blushes fiercely and tries to replace that desire with hatred.
so eddie’s shocked — SHOCKED!!! — when you start paying attention to him. at first he thinks you’re just being a flirt to piss steve off. but then steve starts giving him these intense looks in the halls and at tournaments. smirking when eddie’s eyes meet his. and eddie gets hot and flustered over it, confused with what’s happening but also very delighted with the attention. especially when steve starts cornering him and teasing him, insulting him in such a way that makes eddie’s cock hurt because he can’t jerk off just yet. and he really doesn’t know how he feels about coming because of sir harrington.
he is CERTAINLY flustered when he’s doing rounds past midnight and finds you and steve in a dark corridor, your leg hitched up on steve’s shoulder while he kneels between your legs. and eddie’s frozen because it’s such a sight to behold. he’s hard as a rock within a millisecond, staring wide eyed, mouth gaping, watching you throw your head back while steve’s nose nudges your clit.
then you spot him. and he thinks for sure he’s done for. he’s ruined something sacred, stumbled upon it without intent. you could behead him with the snap of a finger, not that he’d ever expect you to do it. it’s the threat of it that makes him scared (and a little thrilled).
but you just smile lazily at him, brows furrowing quickly with a moan while steve keeps giving you head. you tug on his strands and steve straightens, following your eyes to see eddie standing awkwardly, licking his lips, trousers straining.
“come on, then,” steve growls towards eddie, sliding a finger into you.
eddie’s cock kicks. he looks at you for approval. your eyes are dazed, but hungry, looking at him so intensely it makes him sweat.
“come. now.”
eddie’s eyes widen. he approaches cautiously and melts when you both start to boss him around!! steve telling him how to kiss you, while you show eddie how to pull steve’s hair to make him moan. you and steve torture him, steve whispering filth while you let eddie grind into your palm.
“tell anyone and you won’t get us like this again.”
and it just keeps going from there. somehow it just works, the three of you. eddie’s always the one being pushed around, and he loves it. it shocks him to his core, but he wouldn’t take it from anyone else other than the two of you <3 xox stevenose (sorry this is so long!!!!)
@stevenose han i literally don’t have a meme reaction pic that can service the magnitude of horny and love i feel for you and this ask so please imagine me running laps around my room like a dog chasing its tail
oh my god??? oh my god??? hello??????
I haven’t even scraped the surface of knight!Steddie x royal reader and all the possibilities this pairing may entail and this is an EXCELLENT place to begin...
i love the idea of Eddie’s usual confidence getting pulled out from under him like a damn rug. and then being built back up by his partners (in crime) with the looming threat of possibly getting caught and axed for it <3 <3 that’s so so sexy truly truly.
I need to release this from my inbox for the general public bc i’ve been hoarding it for days and sucking it like sweet candy. THANK YOU STEVENOSE !!!!!
ugh u like twin peaks u like the front bottoms … we r in many way kindred spirits … 🫶🏻 han
Is this the Han I think it is!? Smooches, my love!
Twin Peaks is my comfort show (horrible, I know) & I've dressed as Audrey for more Halloweens than I can count. And The Front Bottoms? Prophets, obviously.
