#( can't be lame forever have a permit that says I can do what I want >:P )

[lumitris]

┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 . ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @supremebirb ⤸ ❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜ @ kuro,,, from deidara. ofc. yas queen stop being a sheep herder c'mon or ur officially lame forever :/

❝ What, you trying to pull me to your side now? Wow bro, you haven't changed a bit. ❞ Of course, she jests with him, because it's what she is used to; even now, maybe Kurotsuchi is the one who hasn't changed. Well, she surely wasn't so clingy, always chasing after him and going along with whatever schemes he got up to back in the village. Those days were gone. That was a hard reminder, but she was an Iwa Shinobi, so having hard lessons drilled into her wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

❝ Is this all so I don't go back and report on you? I definitely see you for what you are, Deidara, don't you worry. I always have my eyes on you. ❞

Now, she's snickering, hands placing behind her head as she leans to one side. She's far too comfortable. Far too arrogant. Could she take him on? Hmm, who knows just how strong he's gotten -- probably just as dangerous too. She wonders who would win if they ever were to fight. Probably her. Yeah, that sounded about right, she was the Tsuchikage's granddaughter after all, she wasn't about to go down so easily, not even for Deidara.

❝ I dunnoo, darkness is in the name, you know. Besides, you always had a weird view on what was classed as 'darkness'. Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?"

It was too deep for her, it meant she'd have to think about her feelings too much, and that wasn't a road she was willing to go down right now; seeing him again already brought back too many memories, and emotions to go with it. If she was her old self, she might have started to cry like a baby about it, but man, nah, she had changed after all.

❝ You're so selfish. It's always about what you want, hey, how about finally playing with me this time, huh? Why don't you just come back and do what I want. ❞

How truth can be hidden deep within her dismissive, playful words. It's her strength, a facade she easily flows into and hides behind, for within moments hands drop and shoulders rise, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips; purposely dramatic.

❝ Artists, jeez. C'mon, I know you won't, so don't give me that look. Besides, I'd have to take you by force, or just take your head, and I really don't feel like doing that. So chill. ❞

[mrsweasley23]

NSFW: Slutty Steve dresses up like a maid...

A mutual mentioned Maid Steve to me, then I saw an amazing edit on Twitter of him wearing the costume and took it as a sign to smash out this smutty smut. If anyone has the pic, I'll love you forever. This dumbass forgot to save it.

Also on ao3

CW: degradation, name calling, face slapping and lots of cumplay

Eddie: How's your day going baby?

Steve: Fucking lame

Steve: Can't wait for you to get home

Home. Their home. Steve loved the fact Eddie was in a band. Loved to see his man up there on the stage, raw, glistening, hypnotic; the best fucking foreplay known to man. And he loved how happy it made Eddie. This was exactly where he was meant to be, creating, performing, shining like the bright fucking star he was. But it meant that he wasn't always there. Steve was home alone. A LOT. Lots of time to think about Eddie, to get himself worked up over Eddie, desperate to fuck himself senseless over Eddie. Which is quite frankly what he would spend most of his time doing if Eddie allowed it. But Eddie liked him to wait. To save it for him so he could come home and bask in the desperation that literally rolled off Steve, as he begged and begged for release, for Eddie's cock, for ANYTHING Eddie would give him. And, fuck, it was always worth the wait.

Eddie: Send me that video of you from Halloween. Wanna see you cum

Steve: Could do you one live now... O

Eddie: Don't even fucking think about it, sweetheart. You're not cumming until you're full of me

Steve: Please, Eds. I'm fucking dying here. Swear I've been hard for the past two days

Eddie: Show me

Steve wrapped his long fingers around his thick cock, tugging it perhaps more than was permitted. He spat on his palm and circled the wet over the head, now red and shiny and took a picture. Send.

Steve: All for you

Eddie: God, I can't wait to suck you fucking dry

Steve: Holy fuck, Eddie. You can't say shit like that when you're not back until tonight

Eddie: You know the rules. You cave, I'm not going to fuck you. And we both know how fucking desperate you are for me to fill you up

Steve: Always. Need you so bad. Can't fucking bear it

Eddie: Don't you worry, baby. I'm going to fuck you full tonight

Steve: I'm counting down the hours

Eddie: As soon as I'm off that fucking stage, I'm all yours. Gareth and Jeff are going to pack up

Steve: Fucking legends

Steve: Hope tonight goes well. Send a pic before you go on

Eddie: You and these fucking leather pants. I don't want to tip you over the edge too soon

Steve: I'm not making any promises

Eddie: I'll keep them on for you

Steve's eyes practically rolled back in his head. He was hot, hard, throbbing with want. Eddie knew exactly how to drag out his pleasure, drive him to the brink and then snatch it away, over and over again. He knew exactly what got Steve going, exactly what to say or do to drive him fucking insane. Well, two could play that game.

****

"Steve. The leather pants have entered the building", Eddie chuckled, as he opened the front door to their apartment. No response. "Don't tell me you've fallen asleep baby. I have so many plans for you".

"Can I help you, Sir?" Steve purred, stepping into the living room, lips glossed, hair loose and wearing a french maid's outfit, his toned thighs bare beneath the short, black ruffles.

A low growl ripped from Eddie's throat. "Fuck me, Steve. What the fuck is that?"

"You like it?" he giggled, bending over the back of the sofa to reveal the distinct lack of underwear.

"You look...fuck...I can't even"

"Is there anything I can help you with" he paused, looking coquettishly over his shoulder, smirk playing on his lips "...Sir?"

"Oh, you don't know what you've done. I'm going to fucking ruin you," Eddie's spat out, as he lunged towards Steve, pulling his head up by his hair. "I'm going to make you clean up all the filthy mess you make." Steve groaned, feeling Eddie's breath against his ear, feeling the heat radiating off him.

"Make me dirty", Steve whispered through his teeth.

"Fucking filthy", Eddie growled. 

He hooked Steve around the waist and pulled their bodies together, mouths meeting in a clash of tongues, teeth and spit. Messy, desperate. Eddie's hands were digging roughly into the bare flesh of his ass. 

Steve pulled away for a moment, stepping backwards towards the bedroom. "I have another surprise".

"I'm not quite sure how you could top this little number," Eddie chuckled, gesturing at Steve, his eyes heavy with lust as he followed Steve's teasing steps. 

"I was just tidying the closet, Sir," Steve drawled, slipping back into role, "and I found all these things...". He gestured to the side of the bed, where he had meticulously laid out their very comprehensive collection of toys. "Are you a bad man?" he whispered. 

"The fucking worst. And you shouldn't have touched my things". Eddie stepped towards him, imposing, but the lightest hint of a smile playing on his lips. 

"I'm sorry, Sir. I was just so curious. Half these things I've never seen before"

"I should punish you for touching things that don't belong to you" 

"Show me" 

"Show you what?"

"What these things are for?". Steve grabbed a pink dildo, ironically his favourite, the one he loved Eddie to fuck him with whilst he was stuffing his cock down his throat. 

"They're to make you feel good," Eddie purred softly. "Do you like to feel good?" 

Steve nodded eagerly, pliant in Eddie's hands. "Show me. Please," and he climbed onto the bed, forearms and head planted into the bed, as he raised his ass towards the ceiling, a calling card to Eddie, a shining beacon. 

Eddie practically fucking roared as he neared the bed, grabbing Steve by the hips and pressing a kiss against his tight rim. "You're a fucking slut, Harrington". 

Steve wiggled his ass playfully, earning a harsh slap fresh against his cheek. "Oh fuck... Eddie... do that again". Eddie slapped him a second time before teasing his tongue inside Steve, who was now rock hard and dripping. "Just fucking look at you," Eddie growled. "Fuck... You're... gorgeous. Fucking glorious, Steve". A tongue became fingers and Eddie pressed the dildo against Steve's cheek. "Suck it". 

Steve took the toy into his hands and worked his tongue over it, before slipping it expertly to this back of his throat as Eddie's lubed up finger pressed deliciously into his ass. "Look at you, both holes full. You like that?". Steve moaned around the toy, eyes streaming as he pulled it out. "Want you in my mouth." 

"You don't get my cock yet, baby. I'm going to make a mess of you first. Want you begging for it" 

"Please, Eddie" 

Eddie pulled out his finger and took his hand from a Steve's hip. "I said NO" 

"Please, Sir" he ventured, a wobble in his voice. 

"Give me that," Eddie barked. The commanding tone shot straight to Steve's dick and he passed over the toy, sticky with spit. 

"You're not getting my cock but I'll show you how good this feels. You want that?" 

"Please, yes"

"Yes what?" 

"Yes, Sir. Make a mess of me"

Eddie ran his hands along Steve's ass circling the perfect roundness of his cheeks before pushing his finger back in. Mercilessly, he pressed his a second finger deep into Steve, as his boyfriend clamoured for more, pushing himself back. 

"So fucking tight. I'm going to fucking wreck this pretty hole tonight. You know that?" 

"Please" Steve whimpered. "It's your hole. It's all for you." 

At that, Eddie teased him with the tip, pressing firmly against the place Steve wanted it most. "Gonna let the bad man show you what this toy can do? " 

"Yes, yes, yes" he begged, desperate for friction, desperate to be filled. 

Eddie slipped the toy in an inch, admiring the sweet stretch of Steve around it. Slick pink on slick pink. He pushed it deeper, revelling in Steve's whimpers, until he had taken it all. 

"So big, " Steve choked. "So full" 

Eddie began to slide the toy in and out, a teasing pace at first, then as Steve got louder, he started to fuck it into him faster. "You going to cum from this dirty fake cock in your ass?" 

"Yes, Sir. Gonna cum. Can I?"

"Not all over my leather pants you're not" 

Steve stiffed a giggle. 

"You wait right there", Eddie commanded, and slipped the dildo out with a pop. 

Steve whimpered pathetically as Eddie stepped away from the bed, pulling his shirt off. Steve looked over his shoulder, moaning at the huge bulge threatening to burst it's way out of the tight leather. "Fuck." 

"You like that, hey? Like that your slutty little oufit and your desperate fucking hole got me all hard for you?" 

"So much," Steve slurred. "Want it so bad. Want you." 

"Want this?" Eddie quirked, bringing himself close to Steve's face. 

"Fuck yeah," he breathed, reaching towards the smooth leather. 

"Tell me, " Eddie barked, unzipping the front of his pants and palming his hard, bare cock. 

"Want you to fuck my face 'til I can't breathe. Wanna taste you. Smell you. Want you to fuck me so deep I'll feel you when you're gone again," he trailed off thoughtfully. Eddie's eyes softened for a moment before steeling himself.

"Here's what is going to happen." 

Steve's eyes fixed on him, listening, jaw slack, a fucking vision. 

"I'm going to make you cum. And I'm going wipe your filthy fucking cum all over my cock and my asshole. And you're going to clean up every last bit of it. Understand?" 

"Fuck... Yes, Sir"

"And then, I'm going to fuck you full. I'm going to bounce you on my cock so I can see every inch of that fucking outfit as I rip you apart."

"Oh...god..  yeah....please."

Eddie wiggled his way out of the tight leather, and climbed back into the bed, his huge cock rigid and weeping. He pushed the tip against Steve's gaping hole. "Oh please... Need it. Need you". He thrust in harshly, no warning, bottoming out and Steve yelped in response. "Holy fuck." 

"That's all you get for now," he snarled, pulling out as quickly as he'd slammed in. "Don't worry your pretty little head though. I'm going to stuff you so full later, you won't even know your own name"

Steve groaned in anticipation, moaning softly as Eddie worked his fingers back into his ass, pressing ferociously against his prostate until Steve was twitching and shaking. "Gonna cum Eds. So fucking good. Don't.. God... Don't stop". 

Eddie reached between Steve's taut thighs, fingers dragging along his taint, across his balls, before grasping his cock, cupping his hand around the head ready to catch the release his other hand was striving for. 

There was no let up in the pace and precision of Eddie's fingers and Steve finally snapped, spilling into his boyfriend's hand, cock throbbing as days worth of tension poured forth, as he bit down on his lip, curses falling freely, punctuated by deep, shaky inhales. 

"I can see you waited, baby. Saved this for me". He flicked his tongue towards his palm, catching a drop on the top before taking it into his mouth. "Taste like fucking heaven."

Eddie rolled onto his back, legs spread, knees to his chest, hand full of cum and let his hand glide along his cock, smearing Steve's mess all over it. He pushed two fingers into his ass, stuffing cum into his reluctant hole, before wiping what was left across his chest. 

"Look at the fucking mess you made."

"M sorry." 

"Don't apologise. Just clean it up. That's what you're here for, right?" 

"Yes, Sir" Steve breathed, still spacey from his orgasm. He crawled between Eddie's knees and ran his tongue up his thigh, Steve's face buried in the flesh.

"Fucking look at me when you do it. Wanna see you savour every drop of your own fucking sweet cum",. Eddie growled, yanking Steve's head up by his hair. He released his grip as Steve lapped hungrily at his cock, long strokes scooping up the load, swallowing it down, all the time their eyes locked, even as he dove his tongue deep into Eddie's ass, salty with sweat, a taste of the performance Steve had missed. 

"Like the taste of your own cum?" 

"Prefer you. Yours"

"Fucking cumslut"

"Am" 

"Do you think you got it all?" 

Steve shook his head, although he knew he pretty much had, he wasn't ready to take his lips away from Eddie, his head swimming with the taste and smell of him. He pressed his nose forward, taking Eddie deep into his throat as he swallowed around him. 

"Wanna taste you," he mumbled, his movements getting more desperate. 

"Not yet", Eddie stated, through gritted teeth. "You're going to have to taste my cum as it drips down your thighs, Steve. I'm going to pump you so full." 

Not words from Steve. A whine. Animalistic, wounded. 

He crawled up Eddie's chest, his tongue leading the way, the tang of sweat and cum dragging out more noises of satisfaction.

He reached Eddie's lips with a sigh, falling into a deep kiss as his hands tangled their way into his hair. Eddie grabbed his ass, pulling their bodies closer, pulling Steve's hardening cock against his own as he teased his rim.

"Ready for me?" he whispered into Steve's mouth. 

"Always." 

Eddie pushed Steve back, so he was straddling his chest, skirt ruffled and barely covering his cock. He stared Steve down, drinking in the sight of his chest straining against the tight dress, as he lubed himself up. He flipped Steve round, gripping his hips tightly as he drove himself deep, watching his cock disappear inbetween the fucking heavenly cheeks. 

"Oh fuck... So big... So deep." 

Eddie thrust forward, fingers bruisingly harsh, as he fucked in again and again. Steve's hands were in his own hair, overcome with sensation as Eddie slid deliciously in and out, watching the twitch of Steve's rim as it swallowed him whole. There was no escape for Steve, Eddie's steely grip dragging him down, down, down, as Steve fell down, down, down, deeper into himself. 

"So fucking tight. Love your fucking hole" 

Steve clenched at the words. "More. Want more".

Eddie released one hand from his hip to pull Steve's back by his hair, hissing in his ear. "You're stuffed full of my cock and you beg for more?" 

"M sorry. I'm so bad. Just need it. Need more. Need you." 

"Ungrateful slut," Eddie snarled, a twinkle in his eye, and three taps from Steve to let him know this was exactly what he wanted. 

He lifted Steve roughly off his cock, eliciting a broken sob that went straight to his own, tossing him carelessly back on the bed. Steve's eyes were glazed, hair matted with sweat and, fuck, did he look spectacular. 

"Dont think you deserve this, do you?" Eddie growled, trialing his fingers across Steve's cheek. 

"So sorry, Sir"

"Ungrateful. Shit." he barked, delivering a hard slap to Steve's cheek. 

"No one else gets my cock. No one. And this is how you repay me?" 

"Hit me again. Deserve it" 

"Damn right you fucking do" Eddie snapped, bringing his hand harshly to Steve's other cheek, who moaned headily at the contact, his dick twitching, dripping pathetically. 

He pushed Steve's thighs roughly back, exposing his red slick hole. "If I didn't love this so fucking much, I'd just leave you here fucking empty in that slutty fucking outfit, dripping cum all over yourself." 

Steve whimpered, clenching in anticipation of what he knew was coming.  

"Gonna make such a mess of you. Fucking wreck this perfect fucking hole." 

"Please... God...please." 

Eddie pressed his hand over Steve's mouth as he thrust roughly in, slipping two of his fingers towards the back of his throat. Steve's tongue lapped happily at them, sucking desperately as Eddie slammed in to the hilt, skin slapping, deep grunts punctuating each powerful thrust. 

There was no let up, Steve's hands bunching tightly into the sheets either side of him, eyes closed, savouring the fullness in every part of him, mouth, ass, ears, head. He was beyond begging. He was beyond words. Fucking incoherent. He was floating above, a spectator to the depravity, to the beauty, to his own undoing. A witness to the mess made of black silk and white lace, watching and feeling and feeling and watching. 

He was not the only witness. "Fucking.. Jesus..." Eddie stuttered, digging his fingers into the flesh of Steve's ass as he clenched around his cock, slamming against his prostate for one last time before he exploded, fucking roaring as he pumped Steve full of his cum. Once the throbbing in his ears and his cock had subsided, he reluctantly pulled out. 

"I've made such a mess of you, baby" 

Steve murmured in response. 

"You made a real mess of yourself too. Think I need a fucking picture. All fucked out, in your little slutty outfit, covered in your own cum, with my cum dripping from your red raw asshole. You're a fucking masterpiece. Couldn't curate this better if I tried"

He pressed his fingers against the dripping hole, catching some of his cum before lifting them to Steve's mouth. "Open up, baby. Know you want a taste".

Steve opened obligingly, blissed out, lapping gently at his fingers. 

"More?" 

"Mmmmm" 

Eddie grabbed Steve's hand from where it laid resting against his side, and pulled it between his legs. "So fucking wet, fucking filthy". He helped Steve coat his fingers then guided his hand back to those perfect lips, the bottom one decidedly red and swollen where Steve had bitten down on it.

"There you go, baby." 

Eddie stepped back and grabbed his phone, snapping Steve as he sucked the cum deliriously off his fingers. "I don't think you've ever looked better, baby." 

A faint smile played on Steve's lips, all he could muster. 

***

"I've got a warm washcloth okay, baby. I just going to clean you up a little" Eddie purred softly, rubbing gently between his thighs. Steve murmured in appreciation. 

"Not that your method of cleaning wasn't a lot of fun" he chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss at the top of his thigh. 

"You okay if we get this off?" he asked, tugging at the skirt. "Because quite frankly, it needs a second outing so we need to wash it"

Steve groaned. "Can't move. You broke me" 

A wide grin spread across Eddie's face. "You asked for it..." 

Steve sat up slowly, arms in the air, inviting Eddie to lift the dress over his head. "Try not to get cum in my hair..." 

"Not the hair!" Eddie cackled but, slipped the dress carefully over Steve's head, before running the washcloth across his chest. He lay down next to Steve, head on his chest, content in the feeling of flesh on flesh. 

"Fucking love you for doing that for me."

Steve tugged lightly at Eddie's curls. "Missed you. Wanted to do something nice for you" 

"Believe me, that's the nicest fucking thing you could have done for me. Fuck... you looked incredible. Can't believe I didn't fucking shoot my shot the moment I saw you." 

"Plenty of pics for tour though?" 

"If the dress is staying, I'm never leaving again. " 

"Deal" Steve laughed, pulling Eddie on top of him for a kiss.