from @skepsiss: Steddie (obviously), prompt = one of them is trying to convince the other to go to the hospital for a minor thing (needs stitches from a fall, stomach bug).
"Stevie, please."
"Oh my god," Steve sighs, wrapping the gauze tight around his hand. It blooms red with blood. "It's fine, Ed."
"It really isn't." Eddie is a little pale when Steve looks up to glare at him. "Steve, please baby, I saw the bones in your hand."
"You're being dramatic."
"See," Eddie whines, high pitched and panicked. "I do understand why you're saying that. I know this is a case of boy who cried wolf. But I am begging you here. Please, let me drive you to the hospital."
Steve wrinkles his nose. "It wasn't that deep, I promise you."
"Steve."
"Ed—"
And then Eddie does this thing—where he pulls himself up to his full height, crowding up into Steve's space, until they're nose to nose, his eyes wide and intense—and it shuts Steve up every time. It's stupid, and horribly embarrassing, but it works and Eddie uses it to his advantage, pressing Steve into the edge of the counter and boxing him in, his hands tights against Steve's hips.
"Steve," he says, low and serious. "You can bitch at me all you want in the car, but I'm taking you to the hospital. Okay?"
"Okay," Steve says, against his will, face burning as Eddie pulls away. As soon as he has breathing room to think, he scowls at him. "But if I don't need stitches, you're on the hook to do dishes for the next month."
Eddie doesn't even grimace—he hates doing dishes—and gently starts herding Steve out the door. "You got it, honey," he says, distractedly. His face turns green when a line of blood drips down Steve's wrist from beneath the bandage. "Whatever you say."
Steve ends up getting 15 stitches. Eddie's stuck doing the dishes until it heals anyways.
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Happy birthday doll ;)
Have you considered pussydrunk bay!Leo? Bro's made you come on his tongue like 4 times already, you're overstimulated but he just. Can't. Take. His. Mouth. Off. You. He can't get enough of your taste, of the way you look, all flushed and fucked out and trembling for him. Can't get enough of your plush thighs squeezing his cheeks, of your pretty moans, his name on your tongue and your slick on his, your hands pulling, tugging him closer by his mask as you grind against his tongue.
It's like he can't think beyond what's in front of him, it's so good, so good, he just can't pull away—
BARK BARK BARK
this is now my roman empire
NSFW warning. Minors DNI
Bay!Leo x Fem!reader
You never thought you'd regret letting your boyfriend go down on you.
It had started as an "innocent" after dinner question. He brought up wanting to take your relationship a bit further. Sitting on your couch, your legs over his lap, you both talked about some of your likes and dislikes.
Massaging your calves, Leo sheepishly admitted that he really wanted to go down on you.
What kind of girlfriend would you be if you said no to that?
So you brought him to your bedroom, letting him undress you and touch every freckle and mole he could find.
His eyes were wide as you laid on the bed before him, fully naked with a beautiful blush covering your neck.
Starting at your jaw, he kissed, licked, and nipped his way down your body. Whispering praise into your skin as he went, his voice falling deeper and deeper into lust.
He could smell your arousal, smell how badly your body craved him. He made you feel this way. Your body wanted HIM. It was an addicting feeling that had him palming himself through his pants.
Scooting down on the bed, laying on his stomach, pulling your legs over his shoulders, he finally got a real look at your most sensitive area.
"You're gorgeous, Y/n," He sighs, leaning in and kissing your clit. You whine, hands gripping the blankets under your head.
He starts soft and slow, kissing and licking at your lips, teasing and testing to see what your body liked.
Then his hands grip your thighs tight, his tongue finds your entrance.
"Leo," You moan, rolling your hips.
His tongue plunges inside you, twirling and twisting, pulling every drop of pleasure out of you he could.
He moaned against you, eyes rolling back in his head.
You were a little embarrassed feeling yourself already close to coming. But given how good Leo felt between your thighs, you let the feeling go.
"Leo, leo," You moan, rolling your hips faster. "I'm gonna cum,"
He growls, moving his tongue faster inside you. Flicking it just right and making you scream out.
Your back arched, your body convulsing against his mouth. He pulled his tongue out of you, and you breathed a sigh of relief, just wanting to be held in his arms.
But he quickly moved to suck your clit in his mouth, messily kissing and licking it.
You screamed again as his finger teased your entrance. "Leo!"
You were already so sensitive, so wet. His finger had no resistance as it slipped inside you, moving hard and fast.
You were moaning and groaning so loud the neighbors would complain but you couldn't bring yourself to care.
Curling his finger he hit your g-spot, over and over with hard sharp thrusts.
"LEO!" You see stars behind your eyes, your breathing harsh, chest heaving.
The feeling is so intense and it isn't backing down, only growing and growing. Leo doesn't stop, continuing to finger fuck you hard and fast.
The feeling crests again and you can't tell if it's just a long orgasm or a third one.
Even you couldn't get yourself off this fast.
"Leo, leo," You pant, hitting his hand on your leg. "I can't take anymore, baby,"
"But you taste so fucking good, baby," He moans. He sounds drunk, absolutely lots in the sensation of eating you out.
His second finger teases your entrance.
"Leo." You warn.
He moans again, not putting it in, but simply resting it at your entrance, pulling at the skin.
Your thighs squeeze his head so hard you're worried you'll crack it open like a walnut.
You reach down, grabbing his mask tails, trying to yank him in any direction that isn't directly on your clit.
"I can't, Leo, it's too much,"
"You can," He eyes meet yours, a dangerous look that has your pussy fluttering. "And you will,"
He sucks harder, moving faster.
Shit, he was right. You were going to cum again and it was going to be a big one. Your moans grew louder, your hips bucking into his face. Sweat covered your skin, making you stick to the blankets.
You yanked on his mask again, meeting his piercing gaze. "Cum."
And you do.
Your voice goes hoarse from the scream, you're sure it makes the windows shake. Your body feels like it's floating, a wonderful feeling of letting go and a true release wash over you.
You pant, mewling as he pulls his hand and mouth away, falling to the mattress with heavy limbs.
"Holy fuck," He whispers.
Glancing down, your eyes go wide. He's soaking wet, his mouth literally dripping along with his hand and wrist. There's a puddle under your ass.
"I....holy shit I squirted," You gasp, sitting up toward him.
"That's a good thing, right?" He mumbles, not taking his eyes off you.
"Very good, fuck, that felt amazing,"
He moans, leaning in to kiss you, smearing your release on your lips. "Wanna do it again?"
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