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Just so we know. I'm still here. Incapable of writing anything anymore.
Current status: trying to write for Felix Catton
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Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.
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REBLOG IF YOUR ACCOUNT IS A TRANSFEM SAFE SPACE.
We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.
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PEDRO PASCAL
Photographed by Gavin Bond at the 2024 SAG Awards
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Steve knew he’d fight a god before he let them take you.
“I love you,” Steve whispered and his voice cracked on each word. Tears from his eyes stream the dirt on his face, running rivers down your cheek until they mixed with your own. “I’ll find you again. In the next life, and the next again. I prom—”
THE PLAYLIST
THE TIMELINE
I. ATHENS, GREECE: 8TH CENTURY BC
II. ROME, ITALY: 49 BC
III. LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK: 1922
IV. MOUNTAIN LAKE, VIRGINA: 1963
V. HAWKINS, INDIANA: 1988
VI. AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS: 1996
VII. EDINBURGH, SCOTLAND: 2008
VIII. THE PRESENT DAY
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Mean!steve during your no nut challenge somehow convincing you to lift your skirt and show him how wet you are and he’s sooo annoying. Cooing at you like he’s clueless why you’re so wet, playing with the ribbons of slick around your thighs, pushing your folds apart and blowing cool air over you, pushing them back together and chuckling when his thumbs slip
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I DONT THINK U CAN JUST SAY THAT TO ME???? ARE U KIDDING??? @stevenose come get ur mean!steve juice i swear this shit is DNFJFJDJDJ
god it would be like he starts getting snarky about how he can’t actually hide when he’s turned on like you can, how of course you get make all your teasing comments about his tented jeans but it’s not an even playing field— so you’re like uh huh. totally. and what can i do about that?
and steve smirks like you’ve walked exactly into his trap and says, wear a skirt so i can check. you burn hotly but can’t think of any proper reason why you shouldn’t that wouldn’t also apply to steve too, considering all you’ve made him do so far— so you do.
it somehow sets you on edge more, more keyed up than usual at the knowledge you’ve granted steve at least one chance in the night to ‘check’ — and god does he bide his time. he winds you up so tantalisingly, so teasingly, keeps brushing his hands up against the edge of your skirt, touching lightly at your thighs, even pulls you onto his lap and bounces his knee subtlety, his big hands pulling your waist down.
and you’re trying to get him back, trying to rock back quietly because you can’t let him get the upper hand— and you’re determined when you push him into one of the bedrooms, so sure you can get back on top— when he leans back on the bed all lax and twirls his finger with a little whistle, eyes on your skirt. i think it’s time for a check he says, his hand dropping to grab his obvious boner and rocking into it lightly. you can see mine, why can’t i see yours?
and fuck, why does it make you so flustered to pull the hem of your skirt up, to make you flush so hotly inside when he grabs your thighs and tugs you closer to the edge of the bed, wasting no time in running his thumb down the centre of your very soaked panties. aw look, he coos, see she’s excited to see me. and then he slides a hand down to grab your calf and hoists it onto the bed, nearly tipping you over in the process at the shift in position. you’re about to make a snarky comment when he puts his thumbs on your panty lines and pulls outward, spreading your folds with a sticky sound.
steve, you mean to chide but it comes out to whiny — and he grins about it, pretending to be clueless as he runs his thumb down the middle of your panties again, watching your hips twitch forward and laughing as they do. his eyes flick up, watching your face as he blows cold air over your cunt, a pleased chuckle coming out at the way you quiver.
isn’t this checked enough? you ask all breathily and steve murmurs, just one more thing and pulls your panties to the side in a quick yank, spreading your folds again and letting his thumb settle over where you’re leaking slick— so he can smirk as it clenches around nothing and he can hear your breath hitch, the beginnings of a moan in your throat — just for him to drop his hands and lean back, a picture of calm, the only thing that gives him away is the bulge in his pants that is definitely bigger than when you started
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Sassy Farleigh and Felix background just for you, bestie.
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just discovered this photo and burst into tears. look at them 🥺
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there's just something about this scene that makes me all googly eyed. he's so happy and excited!! for ollie!!!! with his lil boa and his hate and his medal. he's like "yeeeeah, that's my boy!!!!!!". 🥹🥹🥹🥹
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JOE KEERY as BARON Marmalade (2024) dir. Keir O'Donnell
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Morning! Got wood?
nsfw / eddie x she/her!reader
(*taps mic* hey is this thing o— *the mic starts squealing and screeching and everyone’s covering their ears while i’m still trying to talk and just making the mic screech more feedback*)
Sunlight filters in through the partially closed blinds and curtains shielding Eddie’s bedroom window, casting warm rays over your indecipherable forms beneath the messed sheets and blankets. You stir just slightly, nose wrinkling as the light cuts out the darkness behind your eyelids, waking you from a deep and restful sleep in the safety of Eddie’s arms. Groaning softly, you shift further into his chest, hiding your face away against him.
Feeling you shift in his arms, Eddie instinctively tightens his embrace around you, ensuring you remain nestled safely against him. As you groan and burrow deeper into his chest, he responds with a content sigh, relishing in the feel of your warmth and closeness. His morning wood is already pressing insistently against the bed beneath him, but he ignores it for now, choosing to enjoy the quiet, bleary bliss the two of you share in this post-sleep haze.
“Mmm, ‘morning, baby. Sleep good?” His voice is soft and lazy, rumbling through you like a gentle purr.
With a lazy stretch, he props himself up onto an elbow, bringing your face back into view as he brushes a stray lock of hair out of your eyes.
“How’s breakfast sound? I thought maybe I could cook us something...”
Looking you over, Eddie can already tell you’re both in for a better, easier day today. You rub your eyes and yawn quietly, before lowering your hands to blink sleepy eyes open — bright and curious in the sun, gazing up at him sweetly with just a hint of lingering disorientation. You nod softly through another yawn to confirm you slept well, trying to shuffle back to him when he stretches and shifts up onto his his elbow. Feeling his morning wood nudge against your hip, you can’t help a light snort as you nuzzle into his neck.
“Mmh, sure, but… I think you might need some help here, first…”
Eddie laughs, running a hand through his messy bangs and looking down at you with amusement.
"Maybe I do," he agrees, watching you closely as you squirm closer to him again.
He takes a deep breath, trying to maintain control amidst the heat beginning to course through his veins. This woman has an incredible effect on him, body and soul.
“Alright, I surrender. Help me with that, will you, sweetheart?”
He lays back down on the pillow, spreading his legs slightly as his arousal becomes even more pronounced under your gaze. You’ve only just woken up, and yet you’ve managed to turn him into a horny mess all over again.
God, he loves it. It makes him feel so alive and desired.
Smiling softly as he lies back down, you nuzzle into his cheek, kissing against his warm skin and trailing your lips southward. With Eddie’s primary method of sleeping being in just his boxers, you’re given easy access, but you still take your time — if only to get him to produce those needy, whiny sounds he makes when he gets particularly turned on. You kiss and mouth your way down his bare, hair-dusted chest, over his soft belly, pausing at his happy trail to nuzzle into him affectionately with a pleased moan. His skull-print boxers are stiffly tented just beneath you, a wet spot forming in the fabric as he leaks precum.
“So soft… I love how soft and warm you are, Eds…”
Letting out a moan of pleasure as you continue your ministrations, Eddie’s fingers grip at the sheets, his knuckles growing white with the force of his desire. His throat works, trying desperately to produce a coherent sentence, but all that escapes him is raw need and passionate entreaty: a string of filthy words begging for release, all punctuated by short gasps of pleasure as you touch him.
“Fuck, baby, oh my god… please suck my cock; please suck my cock~”
His arousal is so intense it borders on painful; every part of him aches to be touched, filled, consumed by you.
“Don't tease me... please, just make me cum... need to cum so bad, honey.”
“Poor baby,” you murmur sweetly, genuine and soothing, a balm to his soul and a deeper ache in his throbbing cock.
Moving lower, you’re getting closer to giving him what he needs, kissing the wet spot in his boxers that halos the head of his erection. He’s so stiff that there’s hardly any give, and you can feel the tense of muscle in his hips and thighs as he struggles to find friction and pressure.
“Shh, it’s okay, I’ll make it all better~”
Hooking your fingers in the elastic band of his boxers, you shuck them down, tucking the hem under his balls once his dick springs free, pointed skyward and colored with a pinkish-red with the discomfort of cum-swollen balls after a day or two without release under your attention. Giving his right hand a day off, you grasp him with yours instead and stroke gently, while your mouth envelops his mushroom tip.
“Ohh, fuck…!” Eddie lets loose a broken moan as he feels you pull him ever closer towards the edge, your hand working faster and your lips hot and demanding against him.
Everything else fades away until it's just the sensation of your body moving against his and your steadying presence guiding him through this maelstrom of ecstasy.
“Yeah, baby, suck me... Make me blow my load, baby... Fuck…”
As your mouth sinks further around him, Eddie throws back his head with a low, shivering moan. Your lips are warm and expert, knowing just how to drive him wild with pleasure. His fingers twitch, wanting to grab your hair and guide your movements, but he holds back, trusting you completely in this moment. Each thrust of your tongue sends shockwaves of pure bliss through him — he can't stand it anymore; he knows he's going to explode soon. His entire body tenses, preparing for the release.
“Shit, b-baby... I'm gonna cum... fuck me...” his voice cracks, driven mad by the pleasure coursing through him, unable to last much longer under your skilled assault.
You moan softly around him, staring up at him through your lashes, Eddie getting the perfect view of you on your knees between his spread thighs, leaned forward to bury yourself in his crotch. You know just where to swipe your tongue, how to suck him off with just the right amount of pressure, how to fondle his balls in your warm, soft palm to get them to tighten and throb in preparation to release his load. You throat him as best you can against gentle gags and groans, nose nuzzled into his coarse pubes, feeling him start to pulse on your tongue.
With a feral cry, Eddie erupts, his seed jetting forth into your eager mouth as wave after wave of unimaginable pleasure crashes over him. He sees stars, feels like he's floating in mid-air — all thanks to the skillful and devoted attention you’re lavishing upon him. As he comes down from his high, his fingers thread roughly through your hair, clutching your scalp as he tries to regain some sense of control and grounding, wheezing and panting, utterly spent from his climax.
"Oh... my... fuck..." he pants hoarsely, eyes locked onto yours as you sit up and wipe your lips clean with a swipe from your thumb, sharing a smug smile over having thoroughly pleased your partner and left him practically defenseless.
As his orgasm slows to intermittent waves, Eddie’s head collapses back onto the pillow, his hips jerking lazily in your grasp, spent and utterly sated by the fierce attentions of the girl he loves beyond reason.
Pleased with and proud of the effects your efforts have had on him, you crawl up his side and then cuddle into Eddie’s waiting arms, draping one of yours over his middle while you tuck your head into the crook of his shoulder. His softening dick rests against his hip, wet with your saliva and weeping residual cum, twitching occasionally as you tangle up together again. You hug him tight, letting him have his time to recover and catch his breath, comforting him through it.
“All better? You must’ve been aching, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so hard.”
Eddie wraps his arm around you with a snort, pulling you close, your soft body melting perfectly against him as he keeps his hand firmly buried in your hair. He turns his head, capturing your mouth with his own, pouring all the affection and gratitude he feels for you into a tender kiss. As you part, Eddie grins like a loon at you.
"Better doesn't even begin to cover it, babygirl. Always know just what I need," he tells you, caressing your cheek gently before nuzzling his face back into the curve of your jaw, inhaling deeply your unique scent, like gardenias and vanilla and sunlit days in June.
Contentment fills him to overflowing as the two of you lay entwined in the sticky afterglow of your passionate morning encounter.
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Still thinking about felix catton wby?
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Once again I live my double life before my commute to work and noone knows the pain I'm in for how good this was.
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Steve Harrington x shy fem!reader [4.7K] no one's ever gone down on you before and you're feeling a little shy about it. luckily, boyfriend steve is happy to show you what it's like. 18+
“I’ve never—” you swallowed, unsure of your words, hardly able to make sense of them when Steve Harrington was on his knees in front of you. “I mean, no one’s ever done this to me before.”
Steve Harrington. The Steve Harrington - as if he hadn’t officially been your boyfriend for almost two months now. Sometimes it was difficult to remind yourself of that, that the prettiest boy in town was all yours. 
He’d changed since high school, was a little softer around the edges now, if you had the patience to look for the signs. Less cocky, still confident, but he’d dropped the title of ‘King’ like it stung him, taking on a gentlemanly demeanour that was much more princely. His hair wasn’t as styled, he didn’t care whatever other people said - not as much, anyway. 
It suited him, this smaller crown. Less showy but still just as golden. 
“Oh,” Steve replied, eyes wide with surprise but not judgement. “Shit, honey— I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… assume.”
Steve took his hands from your bare knees like he’d been burned, his cheeks heated and his gaze apologetic. You couldn’t say anything in response fast enough before the boy was pushing himself up from the footwell of the BMW and back onto the seat with you. He looked panicked, like he’d done something wrong, like he’d done something terrible. 
“Steve—”
“I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked, I didn’t even think— well, I just thought—”
“It’s not like I’ve not done anything,” you were rambling. Panicked. “I’m not a virgin, I would’ve told you— it’s just, I haven’t— no guy has ever wanted to do that and—“
“No, no, it’s okay!” Steve still looked wide eyed, like you were going to hate him, like you were going to break up with him. “I mean, that part isn’t okay— the guys you’ve been with should’ve definitely wanted to do that for you— but it’s, it’s… just should’ve asked before—”
He hadn’t done anything wrong, you needed him to know that. It had been a typical end to your night, first dates leading to second dates and more - fancy dinners and planned nights to the cinema and turning into comfier and more casual outings as you grew closer. So he’d picked you up after his shift and you clambered into the front seat of his car in a pair of comfy sweats and a t-shirt that was far too old. Steve had driven you both to a burger joint, shared fries and a strawberry milkshake in the front seats of the BMW as the sun went down and before it was time to go home, he parked up somewhere quiet enough for talking to turn into kissing. 
He was always sweet about it, letting you call the shots and set the pace and you’d grown bolder, learned what he’d liked — learned what you’d liked. 
But it had stayed relatively tame, a few hickeys and Steve’s hair a mess but nothing too below the waistline, not yet. 
It was why he’d been so surprised when you’d pushed him back into the seat, his head falling back in shock onto the headrest, the back windows already steaming up from the heat of it all. Steve’s lips had parted when you’d swung a leg over his lap, dropping yourself on top of him with a held breath, your chest tight enough to burn. And without any other preamble, you’d launched yourself forward again, sweet and teasing kisses turning into something hotter, more desperate, now that you could feel the hard length of him pressed against the cotton of your underwear. 
His hands had flown to your bare thighs, gripping you there as you licked over his tongue and when you let out a quiet moan, Steve felt like he was going to lose it. His hands wandered higher, skimming along bare skin and underneath your skirt until his palms found purchase on your ass, squeezing at the fat there, helping your hips move against him until you were panting into his mouth and he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. 
Everything he’d done wrong in his life, everything he’d tried to right, everything he’d tried to fix - you were his reward, he just knew it. 
He got ahead of himself then, panicked at the feeling of you rutting along his cock, the length of it pressed under his jeans and you. He could feel how warm you were, the beginnings of a wet spot on the front of your underwear and you were holding his face in your hands as you kissed him like you were scared he’d stop. 
It was enough to make his dick jump, twitching and leaking at every pretty sound you made, every graze of your teeth over his bottom lip as you kissed him more and more feverishly. 
He was going to come, he could feel it. He knew it. The warm, tightening sensation at the base of his spine was blooming, his cheeks turning pink, his hips bucking into yours helplessly. He wasn’t going to come in his pants, not in the backseat of his car, not like this, not with you. You deserved more than that. 
That’s when he nudged you back onto the bench and dropped to his knees between the seats, crammed down into the footwell but your legs were spread and he could see that little damp spot on the crotch of your underwear. 
He wanted to lick over the cotton, tease himself as much as you before peeling the underwear down your legs and pocketing the material.
And then you’d stopped him. 
“I want to,” you told him earnestly, your voice a nervous whisper. He watched you lick your bottom lips, eyes wide and trained on his. “I do. I wanna do everything with you,” you admitted shyly. 
You paused and Steve waited, kneeling up between your legs so his attention wasn’t as trained on the space between your thighs anymore. He leaned in, hands pushing at your cheeks, your jaw, fingers skimming soothingly over the skin there.
“It’s okay,” Steve assured you, his voice just as soft. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nose bumping yours as he dropped another to the opposite side. “It’s okay to wait. I don’t mind-- at all, actually. You’re in charge here, okay?”
You leaned into him in lieu of an answer, lips searching for his and brows knitted together because he was just too fucking sweet to handle. Embarrassment still bloomed in your chest at the situation, at your own admission and you wanted to hide your face against Steve’s but the boy wasn’t having any of it. 
He pulled away, chin tilting up to where you couldn’t quite reach him and he frowned at your saddened expression. 
“Hey,” Steve tsked softly. “C’mon, you’re in charge, yeah?” He waited, looking at you with earnest, expectant eyes. 
You nodded and cleared your throat, nerves and embarrassment swallowed with it because this was Steve. Your Steve. And he was looking at you like he’d give you the sun. 
“Yeah,” you agreed and Steve smiled so you did too. “I’m in charge.”
It was only then that the boy leaned back into you, letting you press your lips to his for a kiss. He made it soft and sweet, languid and still tasting like the cherry you’d gifted him from the top of your strawberry shake. 
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It took a few weeks to end back up in the same situation, this time in Steve’s bed. 
There’d been a movie, you think, something that was supposed to be new and funny but you barely made it past the opening scene before you kicked away the remote control and moved into the boy. On your knees, weight pressed into the mattress and your mouth pushed to Steve’s because ever since that night in the back of his car, the sight of him on his knees for you hadn’t left your mind. 
If Steve had been surprised at your sudden attack, he didn’t say. In fact, he welcomed it greedily, just as starved for you as you were for him and he pulled you down to meet him without much fanfare. 
It was easier now, you were less shy, more willing to show your boyfriend how much you wanted him too. You showed him with greedy kisses, feverish and desperate, your hands sinking into his hair as Steve coaxed you onto his waiting lap, his hands skimming over your waist and your hips and the swell of your ass. You pushed him into his pillows without much thought, Steve’s hands taking you with him, lips never parting as he groaned into your open mouth and your tongue traced over his. 
He was already hard, you’d noticed, the feeling of him in his sweats pressed between your thighs sparking the similar feeling in your tummy, the one you always seemed to get the minute the boy got his hands on you. Steve never seemed embarrassed either, always eager to show you exactly what you did to him and apart from a few fumbles in the dark, Steve’s hands slipping under your shirt to flirt with your pebbled nipples over your bra, there hadn’t been much else but kissing. 
Tonight felt different. 
You wanted tonight to be different. 
So you did as you’d done on the car the week before, rolling your hips over Steve’s as you kissed him harder, nose pressed to his cheek as you pulled at his hair and hoped he’d fall apart for you. He did, or almost did, groaning louder than before and gripping your waist almost too tightly as he tried not to jerk up into you. 
He lost it a little, hands slipping to your ass to palm at the bare skin peeking out from beneath your shorts, blunt nails scratching nicely over your upper thighs. Steve heaved out a breath, pulling back just enough to look up at you. He was all pink, flushed cheeks and messy hair pushed to his pillows, lips shiny from your kisses as he tried to slow his breathing. 
“You’re gonna kill me,” he rasped, trying to sound authoritative but his fingers were trailing inside the legs of your shorts to play with the elastic edge of your underwear and he couldn’t take his eyes off of your heaving chest. “I swear, you’re actually trying to kill me.”
You grinned, still shy, still a little embarrassed at the effect Steve had on you, the effect you seemed to have on him. But despite your boyfriend’s suggestive touch, he didn’t stray any further. You remembered what he’d told you that night, eyes locked on yours, filled with sincerity. 
‘You’re in charge.’
You swallowed, throat tight, trying your best to conjure up some bravery from the pit of your stomach. “Hey, Steve?”
Steve was busying himself at your neck, lips pressing kisses to the sensitive skin underneath your jaw and chin. He hummed, a silent question, a barely there answer and you almost forgot what you wanted to say when he nipped at your neck. 
“Yeah, honey?”
“Remember— remember the other night? When you said… that I was in charge?” You asked quietly, head ripping back to let Steve do what he wanted, his lips still on your throat. “When you were gonna— uh, gonna go down on me?”
Steve paused but only for a second, seemingly deciding that reacting too strongly to your words would be a bad move. So he placed one last kiss underneath your jaw and then pulled back to meet your gaze. He was soft and warm, his eyes searching yours to make sure you were comfortable and when he found what he was looking for, he nodded. 
“Yeah, yeah I remember.” He pushed you from his lap and back onto the bed, gentle and soft with it, easing you back into the pillows so he could lean over you and place a reassuring hand on your waist. “You been thinkin’ about that?”
You were grateful to be off of him, too pent up with being on top and feeling how hard you’d made Steve, finding it easier now to look up at him, your hands playing with the hem of his t-shirt. “A little,” you murmured. And then you corrected yourself. “A lot.”
Steve grinned, unable to help it and you were adorably shy even when talking about him putting his mouth on you but it just made him all the more wild at the thought. He moved his hand to your tummy, fingers moving over the soft pudge of it, his thumb stroking close to the waistband of your shorts. 
“Yeah?” He asked again, sounding eager now, sounding hopeful. “What about it, babe? Steve watched you stall, lips moving without words coming out and he smiled, making it easier for you when he said, “you wanna try it?”
You could feel yourself burning, a little in embarrassment but mostly at the idea of it. You’d spent many nights since it was first brought up lying in bed and picturing your boyfriend between your legs. You’d thought about his hands on your thighs, pushing them apart so he could lean in and press his lips to you. You wondered what his tongue would feel like there, if he’d be soft, if you’d like it hard, slow, gentle, teasing. Would he use his fingers? Would he look up at you while he did it? Would he make the same noises he did when you kissed him? When you rocked your hips over his lap and grinded against him?
You nodded, the breath sucked from your lungs. Suddenly, the room was too warm and it only got hotter when Steve grinned and moved to kiss you, peppering little touches of his lips over your cheeks, your nose and jaw. 
“You gotta tell me then, honey, yeah?” Steve murmured softly. “Just so I know you’re okay with it. I don’t want to make you feel like it’s something you have to do—”
“I know,” you interrupted. You sat up a little, back to Steve’s headboard as you made sure to keep eye contact with him. He needed to know how okay with it you were. “You’re not making me do anything, I promise. I want to. I really want to.” You smiled then, nervous and excited and with your skin rippling with anticipation. 
“Okay,” Steve smiled back. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like it? We can stop whenever you want, alright?”
You nodded again and before Steve needed to prompt you once more, you promised him, “I will, I swear.” Your cheeks warmed again at the memory of your nightly scenarios. “I think I’ll like it though.”
Steve laughed then, not at all meanly. “Yeah? Well, that’s a good start.” He caught your wrist with his hand, pressed a kiss to your palm like a promise. “I’ll try my best, yeah? We can find out what you like together.”
And didn’t that sound really fucking nice? 
His hand moved to your waistband again, fingers skimming over the denim before finding the button and zip. Steve tapped it, eyes on yours. He raised his brows and asked, “can I?”
You answered by lifting your hips, falling back into his pillows once more as you sucked in a breath, buzzing with anticipation. Steve fumbled with the metal once, twice, before it popped open and he took his time tugging the denim from your hips. You panicked a little as you tried to remember what underwear you were wearing but you didn’t have much time to dwell on the thought before your shorts were at your ankles and then on Steve’s bedroom floor. 
He smiled at your cotton boy shorts, plain and white. Nothing sexy but certainly nothing embarrassing either. But then he was moving, just like you’d imagined, up onto his knees before laying down between your own on his stomach. 
“You okay for me to be like this?” Steve asked you quietly, a reassuring hand squeezing at the outside of one thigh. 
 Your brows rose at that and you suddenly felt horribly naive. “There’s other ways to do it?”
Steve laughed again, soothing away the sting of his amusement by kissing your knee. “Well, yeah, babe. Loads of ways.” His voice lowered a little, his hands trailing upupup until they were close to the elastic edge of your underwear. “I could have you on your hands and knees for me. Could bend you over, y’know?”
Your body lit up, flames licking at the inside of  your stomach until they were crawling past your ribs. The idea of it made you squirm, hips twitching under Steve’s touch and he looked delighted at your reaction. 
“Or I could get you to sit on my face,” another kiss, this time on the inside of your thigh as he moved closer, your legs over his shoulders. The tip of his nose pushed at the edge of your underwear and your toes curled into the sheets. “Really let you take charge. Would you like that? Wanna ride my face, honey?”
“I—” you didn’t know what to say to that and Steve buried his smile in the side of your thigh. 
“S’okay,” he whispered. “We’ll work up to that, yeah? How ‘bout for now, I just—” Steve pressed a kiss just under your belly button, lips flirting lower until you felt his mouth just above your folds. Something in your stomach flipped. “—find out what you like best, hm?”
And he did. 
You were surprised when he didn’t immediately pull off your underwear and the noise that came from your mouth when he put his lips on you was unintelligible. Steve pressed a kiss to the front of your underwear, nose nudging at your folds under the cotton. You let out a gasp, breathy and high, hips twitching up until you were pushing yourself to Steve’s mouth and you could feel his smile. 
“Hey, hey, s’alright, honey,” Steve assured you. “Gonna take my time with you.”
Another kiss, and then another, tiny touches pressed over the front of your underwear before you felt the heat from this mouth opening, his tongue tracing the line of your folds. The cotton grew even more damp as Steve licked at you, pushing his tongue into your pussy, the material moving under his touch, moulding to your skin.  
You were gripping the sheets now, knees falling open on each side of Steve’s face and you didn’t dare look down, not yet. Your eyes shut on their own accord, stars and colours blinking behind your lids and everything felt warm, everything felt fuzzy, like you had cotton balls stuffed in your ears and you were being pulled underwater. 
Except there was a live wire in the pool with you, zaps racing through the current to make your entire body buzz, little electrical shocks every time Steve licked at you. His tongue moved deliberately slow, his eyes watching your face, your body, your chest, your mouth for every reaction you gave him. 
You liked this teasing, this slow build, this lazy burn that was getting hotter and hotter. So Steve kept at it, pressing his mouth to your cunt, open and with his tongue pushed to you, doing his best to find your clit through your underwear and when he finally pulled back, he groaned at the sight. The white fabric had turned a little see through, translucent in the low bedroom light and Steve could see every part of you with your legs spread so obscenely. 
It was a dirty, dirty sight. Something right out of his porno magazines he kept hidden under his bed. The material was stuck to you, showing off your parted folds, the bump of your clit, your little hole, wetter than any other part of you. 
“Oh, honey,” Steve moaned, his voice a broken rasp. You looked down at him then, messy haired and pink cheeked and framed by your thighs. He was staring at your cunt, heavy lidded and with red, pouty lips that were already shining from his hard work. “Wish you could see yourself, you’re so fucking hot.”
You whined, embarrassed but not daring to hide your face from him - to hide Steve from you. He looked up at you then, smiling - no, smirking - looking too pleased with himself and he took his pointer finger and stroked it through your folds. You jumped, an immediate response that Steve cooed at and he didn’t stop until his finger was resting on your clit. It was already throbbing, a hot pulse under his touch and he circled it carefully, slow and gentle and giving it pretty, little nudges. 
Steve watched it move under his finger, watched it become more obvious through the fabric and his lips parted as he looked at you. He couldn’t stay away for too long, moving his face back to you to press a kiss to it. 
“Good?” He asked you, checking in with a kiss to your thigh as well. “You doin’ okay?”
You groaned your answer, your ‘yes’ coming out high and needy. But that’s all Steve needed to hear before he let his tongue drag across you again, the flat of it pushing against your clit, his fingers pulling at the waistband of your underwear so the fabric was pulled even tighter against your pussy. He moaned into you when you whined, nose buried in your folds as he pursed his lips around your clit and sucked a little. 
Again, he moved away, leaving you panting, gasping, his hands tugging at your underwear again, his eyes lighting up at the way the fabric stretched over you. He swore, voice low and dirty. “Fuck, baby, I can see you clenching down for me. That feels good, huh? Getting those cute, little panties soaked for me.”
You weren’t sure where your sweet, soft boyfriend had gone, but you certainly didn’t mind this replacement. Steve looked wild, drunk on the sight of you and you were more than happy to lay back and let him toy with you, his fingers and tongue winding you tight like screw top, ready to be sent spinning. 
Your hands went from the sheets to Steve’s hair, grabbing at the beats strands, in desperate need to anchor yourself to him. You almost wanted  to pull him up your body, having him crawl back up to you so you could claim him for a kiss. The need to have him closer was burning. But then Steve took pity, fingers curling into the sides of your now soaked underwear and you didn’t hesitate to lift your hips for him. 
They were pulled down quickly and they soon joined your shorts on the floor and before the boy could ask, your legs fell open once more, shyness gone in the heady need for the pleasure the boy was giving you. Steve beamed, lying back between your thighs and his eyes greedy, taking in all your slick, bare skin. 
“Oh, there’s a good girl,” he hummed, his hand smoothing up each side of your waist, taking your shirt with it. “Play with your tits, honey, lemme see them, yeah?”
You did as you were told, face burning as you pushed up your t-shirt and wrestled the cups of your bra out of the way, tits spilling out of them. Your hands shook a little as you pressed them together, hard nipples peeking through your fingertips and it was all filth, a lewd, pornographic scene that you wanted to give Steve. 
“Ohh,” the boy moaned in appreciation, the sound rumbling in his chest and he rutted down into the mattress, seeking relief on his hard cock that was straining between his waistband and his stomach. “Look at you, Christ. You’re so damn pretty, you know that? Gonna let me make you feel good, baby?”
You nodded, whining until your words were just noise but they all sounded very much agreeable. So Steve ducked his head back down and used one of his hands to pull your leg out further, spreading you wide as he kissed a line from your entrance to your clit. And just when you thought he’d suck the little bundle past his lip, he let it go in favour of licking over your folds, left and the right - and the right up the centre of you with a wide, flat tongue. 
“Steve, Jesus fucking Christ,” you moaned loudly, jaw unhinged and head hanging back on his pillow even when your back arched for him. “That’s— fuck! Don’t stop.”
Steve soothed you with gentle hands on your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into the fat there and he hushed you. “M’not gonna stop, honey, don’t worry,” he spoke into you, lips pushing against your pussy with every word and you wanted to cry, you wanted to beg. “You wanna come already?”
It should’ve been a mocking thing to ask, the ‘already,’ holding so much amusement but you didn’t care. You couldn’t. Not when the boy was letting the soft tip of his tongue circle lazily around your clit, dragging it down to your neglected hole until he groaned when it clenched around him, his own hips bucking once more. 
“She’s so needy,” he whispered, in awe. “And so damn wet, Christ baby, you feel good?”
You nodded, head bobbing exuberantly as you propped yourself on your elbows to get a better look. Steve grinned up at you and he nuzzled closer before bringing his hands to your cunt, thumbs spreading you open as he ordered, “keep your legs open, yeah? Good girl.”
And then he was closing his mouth around you, his tongue flattened against you as he sucked gently, the pressure of your clit being pulled into his mouth too much to handle. You keened, a high gasp that left your jaw hanging, eyes clenched shut in euphoria. The colours behind your eyelids turned to explosions, glitter in the air as Steve licked and sucked at you, the same pattern over and over again until you were pressing your heels into the bed and pushing back up to meet his tongue. 
“I’m— Steve? Steve, I’m gonna come—”
His answering groan was almost as loud as you, his hands leaving your folds so they could grab at your ass instead, fingers pressing almost bruisingly into each cheek so he could hold your squirming hips against him. He didn’t let up as you chanted his name, knees locking around his head like a vice and when you let out a high pitched wail, pushing at his forehead, he pulled back with a disbelieving laugh, a half gasp. 
“Holy shit,” he groaned, eyes roaming over how soaked you were, the way your chest heaved, how your heavy lidded eyes were set only on him. “That was so fucking hot, honey, like Jesus Christ—”
He didn’t get to finish as you grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt, hauling him up until he was frantically crawling over your body, his hands braced on the mattress as you pushed yourself up to meet him. You were both breathing heavily but you stole a kiss anyway, his lips slick and shiny and tasting like you. 
You found you didn’t mind at all, your body burning at the reminder of what he’d just done, the taste of yourself on his tongue and yours, the thrumming pulse of your orgasm still simmering through you. 
“Good?” Steve was grinning into the kiss, grunting and gasping when your teeth nipped at him, your tongue tracing the line of his cupid's bow, chasing your taste. “Fuck, baby—”
You nodded, nose bumping against his and you wanted to sob at how good he’d made you feel. Words didn’t seem enough to be able to express it. “Yeah, yeah, oh my god-- yeah, it was good.”
Steve was still beaming, more happy than smug, because you were elated, glowing from the high of it all and he’d done that for you. But before he could soothe you back down to earth with more kisses and soft hands, you were pushing him off of you and down onto the mattress. His cock was still throbbing and the taste of you still coated his tongue as you straddled him, your shirt falling back down to cover your pretty tits but he could see the shiny slick from your pussy peek out from under the hem of it as you sat on his lap.
He didn’t get a chance to question you. 
“I wanna return the favour,” you said quietly. Soft but determined. “Show me how.”
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idk i demand the hours of never seen footage we know they have.
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decadentpaperduck · 2 months
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I think I would like to formally request a part two to this adorable piece!!
𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 | 𝐅.𝐂
pairing: lord!felix catton x fem!reader
warnings: saltburn au, use of y/n, angst, fluff, social hierarchy bullshit
a/n: lmk if you want a part two, kinda want to make this a series
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Lord Felix had never been in love. Not until he saw you, one of his mother’s ladies in waiting. You were a breath of fresh air to him, but if he pursued you he could never truly have you as his equal. You were a lower rank and he was the first born and only son of the Catton family. Also known as the heir to the estate.
Everyone noticed Felix. All of the other ladies always talked about him and how handsome he was. You always thought Felix was handsome but you never really mentioned anything when the other ladies in waiting talked about him.
You knew it was a fantasy. Lord Felix would never notice you. It was silly to even imagine him looking your way.
Elsbeth had taken pity on you as an orphan child and raised you as one of her most devoted servants.
Most of your life had been spent in the servants quarters, while Lord Felix spent his days roaming around the castle or in school to learn to become a man.
One afternoon you found yourself by the lake in the woods. It was your escape from lingering eyes and gossiping servants.
You were swimming in the lake, tall trees, grass and fresh flowers hiding the place from others. Your peace was disturbed when you heard a noise from the bushes.
You jumped and went to find your escape when a tall and broad shouldered man stepped into the cove. You recognized him immediately as Lord Felix. He was dressed down in a flowy white shirt and pants. His hair had grown out since his last time at Saltburn.
“I see here is one of Aphrodite’s children, for a beauty like yours temps me to come into the water,” Felix said with a cheeky grin.
“My lord, you must forgive me for I am not properly clothed,” you said, ignoring the blush on your cheeks.
“Shall I cover my eyes?” He asked. You nodded and Felix moved a hand over his eyes. You escaped from the water and put on your ladies maid covering.
“You may uncover your eyes my lord,” you said meekly. Felix did so and when he saw you his heart skipped a beat.
“Why is a lady like yourself alone in this part of the estate?” Felix asked curiously.
“It’s calm here. I come here to think, my lord,” you replied.
As much as Felix loved the sound of his title on your lips, he laughed under his breath and shook his head. “Please just call me Felix. What is your name?” Felix asked.
“Y/n,” you answered. You shouldn’t be alone with him. You knew it was wrong but something about being with Felix felt so incredibly right.
“I see you Y/n, waiting around and aiding my mother,” Felix says stepping closer to you.
You back away, “that would be because I am just a lady in waiting, my lord,” you curtsied and then walked passed Felix to exit the cove.
“Will I see you again?” Felix asked before you left.
“I’ll be around the castle. But I’m sure the future heir of Saltburn will have better tasks than looking at me,” you said, leaving the cove.
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Felix couldn’t get you out of his mind. He has to find some way to woo you. He needed to have you. But it felt more than just a conquest. Felix really wanted to get to know you.
So he slipped a note under your door in the servants quarters.
Y/n — meet me at cove at midnight. I will be waiting
— Felix
You decided to meet him at the cove. There was no harm to be done, except your reputation could be ruined. If anyone found out Lady Elsbeth would cast you away and you would be shunned from society.
But your heart told you to go and that’s exactly what you did. Your long sapphire cape made you invisible in the dark, as you snuck out of the castle that night. You made your way to the cove, the full moon protecting you from above.
At the cove, you saw Felix with a lighted candle in his hands. “You came,” he smiled softly. You nodded, “you summoned me, my lord—Felix,” you corrected yourself.
You sat down on the grass and Felix sat next to you, curiously admiring you. “I have seen you for many years, except you must have changed. I do not remember you being so beautiful since my last stay at the castle,” Felix admitted.
You turned to look at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Your flattery will get you no where. We are not meant to be,” you said.
Felix frowned, “I’m serious in my intentions. I think you the most beautiful woman I have laid my eyes upon.”
You both looked into each others eyes. You couldn’t draw yourself away from his longing gaze. Felix leaned close to your lips. When you didn’t back away he light pressed his lips to yours and kissed you softly.
You returned the kiss, it was sweet like forbidden fruit. That is what you were to each other — forbidden fruit.
Felix’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He was intoxicated by you. You fit perfectly in his hands. Your lips connected to his like a perfect puzzle piece.
You disconnected, needing air. Your face was flushed and you had realized what you had done. “This is wrong. I could lose my place at the estate. You should be falling in love with a Lady or a Princess but not me. Not a servant,” you said, standing up.
“But I am falling in love with you,” Felix insisted.
You felt like a disgrace to Elsbeth, she had been so kind to you. “I can’t, Felix. I want to…but I shouldn’t,” you said, heartbroken.
You went to leave the cove, but Felix grabbed your arm gently and pulled you to him. You kissed eachother with passion. This forbidden moment passing through you.
“It can be our little secret then,” Felix offered and you reluctantly agreed. His thumb grazing your bottom lip and a soft smile pulling at your lips.
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This is hot, hot, hot!
In the Cover of the Night
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Pairing: Felix Catton x F. Reader
Feat. Character(s): Reader & Felix Catton
Summary: Felix fingering you on the steps in the middle of the night
Word Count: 939
Warnings: Cursing (5x), Smoking (Brief), Smut (Fingering - Semi-Public) & Praise Kink (Implied)
Authors Note: Semi-public sex tag as this is taking place outside | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡
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There was a slight summer breeze as you sat out on the steps with a lit cigarette between your fingers, looking up at the almost full moon in the starry night sky. You were severely under dressed to be outside this time of night; only wearing one of Felix's light dress shirts with absolutely nothing else underneath, as it was the first piece of clothing you had managed to find from the scattering of clothes on yours and his floor from the needy and desperate sex the two of you engaged in after yet another Catton dinner party.
As you placed the cigarette into your mouth, you turned your attention to yours and Felix's bedroom; the darkness completely consuming the space — the moonlight trying it's best to make it's way into the room but ultimately failing because of the curtains completing covering the windows.
You heard footsteps coming from behind you, and you turned to see who it could be. Your first thought was Venetia as she would usually be the one to come and spend time with you this time of night; the two of you often enjoying staring up at the moon together. But it was Felix who was making his way toward you with an already lit cigarette in hand wearing just his robe and nothing else. "Were you peeping at me before you decided to come and join me?" You asked, as your boyfriend took a seat on the same steps your feet were placed on.
“For a bit. You look very tempting like this; couldn’t help myself,” he smiled, popping the cigarette between his lips.
"I was just having a little smoke and looking up at the moon. What's so tempting about me this way?" You asked as innocently as you possibly could while nonchalantly starting to part your legs, and putting out your cigarette on the steps.
You noticed his eyes starting to move from your own to your legs as he placed a single hand on your thigh, smirking as he did so. “You’re wearing one of my shirts with no panties on, love,” he stated. As he spoke, his hand moved up your thigh slowly, stopping at the hem of the dress shirt. “And you know how much I love fucking you in my clothes,” he added, keeping that signature smirk of his on his lips.
He removed the cigarette from between his lips, and put it out in a spot next to yours before his fingertips started to inch their way higher so they were completely underneath the shirt. He brushed them ever so slightly against your clit, and you were starting to get wet from the insanely brief contact that he was giving you. You used to be embarrassed by this, embarrassed by how turned on he had made you by barely doing anything; how instantly there would be such a pool between your legs the second he even remotely looked in your direction. But as time went on, you didn’t care, didn’t care because you knew how much he loved having this kind of effect on you, because you had the exact same effect on him.
“Always so ready for me,” he whispered; two fingers running up and down your clit. “Want to fuck you just like this,” he whispered again, his fingertips still teasing the outside.
“Then do it,” you stated; and his smirk grew even wider — you didn’t think it could get any wider. He didn’t say anything in response; he simply just started dipping his two fingers inside of you, starting to fill you with the sensation you always seemed to crave. Despite having sex with him only a few hours prior, you would never get tired of the feeling of him filling you up.
Your head automatically went back and you shut your eyes; but it was so brief as his other hand went to your jaw, making you focus on his face. His fingers went in deeper, slightly curling. “Lift up the shirt a little so you can look,” he said, an octave above a whisper. “Want you to see how beautiful you look like this.”
Without hesitation, you did as you were told, and lifted the hem of the shirt more, your pussy completely exposed out in the open as you watched his fingers disappearing and reappearing inside of you — the moonlight providing the most erotic looking type of light. "You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, and he finally leaned in to capture your lips; which caused his fingers to go even deeper inside of you. You moaned into his mouth as you kissed; his fingers starting to pick up the pace just only slightly. Your moans were so muffled, and that's one of the things he had loved when it came to fucking you like this out in the open. He loved how you tried so hard to remain quiet, but always failed.
You started to clench around him, and he smirked into the kiss. "Does my girl need to come?" He whispered in your ear; slightly nipping at your earlobe before starting to kiss your neck.
"Yes," you moaned out, as he continued to suck and kiss your neck — ultimately wanting to leave hickies on your skin.
"Then come," he said softly, his lips attaching themselves to your chest; almost peppering kisses just below your collarbone.
With a few more pumps, your whole body started to shudder as you came; but his movements didn't let up as he helped you ride out your orgasm. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he praised against your skin. He always praised you.
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I don't know how to explain the place I'm at right now or how to work through it, but I have forgotten how to shake bad feelings!!
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