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puppy-steve · 4 months

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steddie | M | wc: 789 | cw: none

tags: steddie dads (not a major focus), farmers steddie, modern au, light dom/sub

idk what this is. i had the image of eddie and steve and their kids on a morning before school and then it got a little steamy.

Eddie stands on the front porch in his robe and takes a sip of his coffee as he watches Steve get the girls on the bus. It's a cold morning, in the low 30's, and he chuckles as his daughters blow out hot air like they’re dragons. The sun is barely even up yet but it casts a bright glow across the frosty grass of their yard and the field across the road.

Steve and the girls do their dorky handshake once the bus pulls up and Eddie waves at them and blows them each a kiss. When the bus is around the curve down the road, Steve puts his hands in the pockets of his Carhartt and starts the trek back up the long gravel driveway, their dog Daisy trotting at his side.

Eddie goes back inside to the warmth. He drains the last of his coffee and puts the mug in the sink before he starts clearing up the mess left from breakfast, made by the mini tornadoes he calls children. As he washes the plastic kiddie plates and cups and forks, he goes through the list of what he and Steve have planned for the day since it's rare that their days off overlap.

Well. What Eddie has planned. He knows what Steve's plans are and none of them involve doing anything on the list pinned to the fridge.

The hole in the chicken coop needs patched before the ladies and their gentleman caller get snatched up by a bobcat or coyote. Eddie's been trying to find the time to go over to Wayne's and help him with the boat so he can take the girls out on the river this summer. He and Steve need to make a trip to Rural King if their oldest is seriously considering showing rabbits for 4-H.

All are things that'll take up a good chunk of their morning and afternoon. But of course, when Eddie feels arms wrap around his waist and lips press to the skin underneath his ear, he knows good and well all of it will be tossed out the window.

"Mornin', handsome," Eddie hums, leaning back into Steve's hold, his hands still submerged in soapy dishwater.

"Mornin', baby." Steve kisses Eddie's shoulder and starts to gently sway them. "The girls are gone."

Eddie chuckles. He knows the game Steve is trying to play. "Oh really? I couldn't tell, with how quiet it is."

Steve's lips trail from his shoulder to his neck. "We both have the day off."

Eddie hums in agreement, his eyes sliding shut as he tilts his head back on Steve's shoulder. "I know what you're trying to do, baby," he says. "It won't work. We have stuff to do."

Steve ignores him. "We could go back to bed right now," he says against Eddie's ear.

Eddie sighs quietly, making a valiant effort to not acknowledge the way Steve is starting to chub up.

"You could take your time." He nibbles on Eddie's earlobe and lets out the smallest moan when he starts to grind against Eddie's ass. "Open me up nice and slow so you can fuck me deep."

Eddie's own quiet moan betrays him at the thought of laying Steve out on their bed and getting his tongue and four fingers in his ass until his husband is begging for his cock.

Steve pulls Eddie's hips against him and Eddie lets him, the dishes now abandoned as he grinds back on the hefty bulge Steve's now sporting in his sweatpants. They stand there for a few minutes, Steve whimpering hotly into Eddie's shoulder as they hump like teenagers.

Eddie's melting point is when Steve whines, "Wanna use my toys, too."

He'll blame it on the fact that they haven't had the time for anything more than stolen moments while the girls are busy with homework or chores, and sleepy handjobs before bed.

Eddie drains the sink and rinses the soap off his hands before drying them on a nearby rag. He turns in Steve's arms and preens at how flushed his face is just from a little grinding.

He gets a hand between them and massages Steve's heavy cock over his pants, a dark spot already soaking the fabric. "You get five minutes to get yourself naked and on that bed," he says. "No touching yourself. Am I clear?"

Steve gasps and bucks in his grip and whines out a "yes, sir," before prying himself away from Eddie's grasp and almost tripping up the stairs.

Eddie takes a deep breath looks at the clock on the stove.

8:24am

He mentally wipes away his previous list in favor of replacing it with how many times he can make Steve come before 9:30.

#it wasn't supposed to turn *that* smutty at the end slkdgjsldkg #i actually think there's a hint of dom switch eddie in this one. if you blink.#cj talks #cj writes #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #dom eddie munson #sub steve harrington

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cultofsappho · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thank you so much @myheartalivewrites!! i feel so guilty getting these tags when I haven't posted on ao3 in a hot minute haha

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently, 16. but i orphaned a lot back in the day. I think i've probably written closer to 25-30 total in my life.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

300,037!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Red, White & Royal Blue mostly but i've been thinking baout branching out soon. I've also written Snowbaz, Cemetery Boys, and Jonjay

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Family Lines

How To Be Friends With The FSOTUS

With All The Air In My Lungs

Asking For Permission

Décollage

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to but i'm not the best honestly, working on getting better and replying to more! I always feel guilty when I can't think of a response haha

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely I'm Taking A Ride With My Best Friend. It's bittersweet to say the least. When you've gone through hell and back with your person, and he's hurt you, but he's also the best part of your life... how do you move forward? how do you re-learn to coexist when you're no longer running for your life? I somehow thought I could answer those questions in one epilogue chapter....

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my endings are very very happy, but probably Family Lines. Adoption, and family, and recovery, and ahhhh adorable family being adorable things!!

2nd place might be Poison in His Blood bc i wrote this angsty ass chonic illlness werewolf au fic and the fluffy (lol) ending took all of us by suprise I think

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really, but i've had a few like "i really wanted it to end like ____ :( " or "I think there's more you could have dug into with ____ :(" which i know aren't hate, but disppointing readers feels similar.

And once, a trump supporter got mad at me in my Superman and Lois fic's comments. Which is still fucking hilarious to this day bc for some reason they thought a literal alien wouldn't support immigration reform... and this was a comic book fan fic about superman's son being bi as all hell... fascinating...

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes and no. Have I written smut? yes. like, twice total. Do I enjoy writing it? no. I read a ton of it but, it's not my writing niche.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not yet! very open to it tho!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No and I don't think I would. I'm too much of a perfectionist

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

alex and henry 🥺 the best boys of all best boys

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

the spiderman one. I had an idea for Henry being Pretty Darn Sure that Alex is spiderman and putting himslf into situations where he'd run into him but... if across the spiderverse didn't reignite my love for spiderman enough to write it then idk what will

16. What are your writing strengths?

probably dialogue, including internal dialogue, I think. It comes much easier to me than ambiance/setting descripitons.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

smut for one. definitely need to work on pacing too.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I avoid it heavily. I took 4 years of french in high school but it's been years since then and my knowledge on it is preschool at best. another thing to work on tho!!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I can't even remember anymore and I never want to know. trist me, you want me to repress that shit even more than I do.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

jesus how could any writer pick??? Maybe I'm Taking A Ride With My Best Friend. It's my longest fic, and was definitly my biggest challenge. And, although there's things I'd change about it if I could, i'm still very proud of what I made! my traumatic little baby...

oh my no idea who to tag here so i'm going for the mutuals again, so sorry if you've already been tagged and no pressure!! @penna-nomen @cosmicalart @sherryvalli @jesuisici33 @14carrotghoul @cha-melodius and open tag to anyone who hasn't shared yet!!

#tag game #ao3 #writing

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blackberry-gingham · 2 years

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One Way | Mortimer Toynbee x reader

Certain events as of late have you at your wits end with the X-men and on a plan to disappear into the night. But not before one man in particular gets to say his peace.

Tag list for Toad works: @samatedeansbroccoli @smokeywhalee @greenheart99 @the-goon-tm @thlix @ohmygillygoshoppler @it-is-i-zim @tolovaj @toynbeees @toadsbitch @lostgirllulu @the-home-kvetch

tags: a little mystique slander ig? Idk tho, none really except that reader is gender neutral

Fump. Fump. Fump!

You slam down yet another fistful of clothes into your suitcase. With a frustrated huff you turn around to go get some more. A sliver of moonlight falls inside your bedroom window, just barely illuminating the hardwood floor.

A human being in the X mansion... What a joke.

You're only here as one of the professors past flings gone steady friend. You fell on some hard times when you first met. Out of work. Nearly out of a place to live... Poor old Chuck, brokenhearted and still too altruistic for his own good. He offered you a place to stay, here amongst his "X-Men", for the time being.

The roster has seen some additions over time, but that's not to say there aren't plenty of unfriendly faces still left.

Impossible to say what's gotten into her, but Mystique has been a thorn in your side these past weeks. She insists that a human has no place here among mutants. You have no powers to contribute to the team, and little to no skills to make up for it in other areas. Or at least, nothing that none of the others can do just as well.

It seems like such a little thing... Hardly worth any interest or worry. But it gets to you, you know? She's right, in a way. And that's the worst part, isn't it? It's awfully hard to disprove someone who's right.

You've been looking for work, but times are tough right now. It's not like you want to leech off of Charles' good will. In fact, you rather thought he liked having you around. Things were awkward at first, but you feel confident in saying you've both moved past that. It was just a thing, after all...

Besides, he's got his eyes all over Moira now, leaving you free and clear to live in peace.

Maybe you can't blame Raven. Charles is her brother, in a sense. Maybe she doesn't want you around making things uncomfortable for him. You both want to move on, right? So why hang around while he pursues another. Not to mention to keep you from distracting him from all his other endeavors.

She might have good reasons... But she doesn't have to be such a bitch about it.

But fine. She'll have her wish, ey? You throw the sheets back into place on your bed and force your meager suitcase shut. As the latches click in place, you stand there a moment, leaning heavily on your rigid arms.

Your head hangs low, whether in frustration or exhaustion, you're not sure. From the corner of your eye, you steal a glance out the window. It's pitch black out, with clear, cloudless skies. Even in all the darkness, you can see a mile out along the grounds. It's beautiful out there... And fucking terrifying, too.

A few hot tears threaten your water line. They only fall after you try to blink them away.

It's 2 am and you haven't a clue where the hell you'll go. Maybe a shelter. Maybe you'll sleep the rest of the night off in a park. Maybe you'll find your way into a library and get started looking for something that pays hourly instead of salary.

Fuck... You take a deep breath and turn your head to the ceiling. Damn, you don't want to go. One more steadying breath, and you clear your head. You've had so many good times here...

Watching the others train and learn. Making new friends. Learning new things yourself. New skills. New knowledge. About you. About mutants. About the world and its insane, ever changing state.

You can't say you always felt this way, but... It's rather exciting, watching mutants come into the world. They're just like you. Same wants. Same hurts. All that shit about replacing humanity is bullshit, you say. You've come to see them as special, fantastical even. And, if you dare to dream, you think maybe some of them even truly care for you too. You sigh, and snatch your suitcase by the handle. It's high time you le-

A shriek of surprise is quickly snuffed out on your lips as you face the doorway. If you were only a little more careless, you might've dropped your luggage too. Through the dimly lit room, you can only now make out the figure standing there. Mortimer Toynbee, better and perhaps almost exclusively, known by his codename, Toad.

It's a fitting moniker the X-Men came up with, you'll give them that. All green, warted, furrowed skin. Comically enlarged, round, gold and green flecked eyes. A broad, fat body, sticky fingers, a tongue the length of a fire hose... Believe it or not, the list of similarities still goes on from there.

He's dressed like you woke him up from sleep, a rumpled undershirt and fleecy, flannel pants in quite a similar state. Toad reels back a step, and makes to apologize. You beat him to it.

"Sorry...", You keep your voice low, "I didn't mean to yell"

"No no, don't be! I uh- Heh, should've knocked", he laughs nervously and gives a few quick and quiet taps of the knuckles against your doorframe. Just for good measure. You offer a polite huff of laughter, but regardless, an awkward silence falls between you.

Before any excuses can be made for your dubious late night ruckus... Toad's eyes shift to your furthest arm. Your body is angled strategically between him and your luggage as best as you can manage. It won't do much good, but it was worth a shot. You try to hide it a bit better, but it's already too late.

"So... You're really going then?"

You try not to meet his gaze. Those big, sad eyes looking at you pathetically. This was rather the one encounter you were hoping to avoid, honestly. Sure you were leaving behind plenty of friends as it is, but... You'd always had a soft spot for the amphibious Brit.

Simply put, you never felt like the others were all that decent to him. He's the butt of their jokes. The one always left holding the bag. He does the jobs no one else wants to. He keeps quiet, minds his business, and all he gets in return is more jokes and dismissals.

You understand just how badly he wants to fit in somewhere... But if you're honest, you always thought if anyone was going to leave first around here, it'd have been him.

"Yes, I am. I'm sorry, I didn't want t-", you sigh, "It doesn't matter. Just... don't try and stop me, alright?"

You start walking, only for Toad to speak up to stop you, "W-well hold on a moment... Where will you go?", he grates his knuckles against each other nervously, eyes just as guilt inducingly wet as before, "I'm sure if you wait until morning, the professor could at lea-"

"I can't wait that long Mort. And I don't want a hand out either. I'm sorry, but it's better if I just go quietly", face to face now, you step to the side on a path around him. Mort matches your sidestep to block you. His shoulders hunch and tense as he does so.

"Don't leave-"

His voice is quiet. Tiny. For as long as you've known him, you always thought Mort had a rather meek voice, especially for such a large man. But this... This is different. Begging. Desperate. Sorrowful.

Really, a striking contrast to the mousey, hushed tone you're used to getting from him.

Quickly, he supplements, "I-I know you said don't try and stop you, but... I- Please. Don't go", he swallows down a cup of emotions. If he hadn't, you wonder if all that water wouldn't begin to leak down from those eyes of his.

You breathe out a sympathetic sigh for your friend, and calmly place down the suitcase. Strange. You know you and he had become good friends over the months, but you never took him to be so sentimental.

"I'm sorry. Really, I am, but- Well, unfortunately I think you're just about the only one who wants that. Mystique wants me out, and none of the others seem all too worried about persuading me to stay, so", you try to keep your gaze soft, but... Just the thought of Raven is enough to stele you up again, "Besides, things are too much for me right now, especially with her. I mean, think about it... How do I even know that you're you?"

That makes you sneer.

"How do I know I'm not talking to Mystique right now? Here to get some sick kicks now that all your hard work has paid off? Well?"

Mort looks back at you with a panicked wandering in his eyes. The thoughts are turning a mile a minute back there, yet he has nothing to say. You give him a moment more, almost wishing he would come up with a reason- any reason, that would disprove your accusation.

Silence.

"... Exactly", without another word, you snatch up your things, and push past him. You appreciate the going away party, but the longer you stay-

"Do you remember-"

Before you can even cross the threshold... That heavily accented, endearing voice of his stops you in your tracks.

"Last... Tuesday, it was", his voice shakes uncertainly. Not for worry of misremembering the day, but rather, shot through with emotion. "I um, I was on cleaning duty. Moping the hallway, down by the entry? You had to get by on the wet floor, and you tried hopping and tiptoeing across? And I tried to tell you, you could walk normal like, so you didn't fall"

He looks away for just a moment, as the fond memory plays back in his mind, "And then, you did. Slip, that is. A-and I caught you and set you right with my, er... With my tongue. You were wearing a different lotion that day. It uh, tasted rather like candy?"

You turn around slowly, taking in the story as the shared memory comes over you as well, "Yes... I remember. I felt so bad about messing up your hard work... And then, embarrassed for falling after you warned me", you add with a quiet laugh.

"I also remember... We were the only ones there, and you promised you wouldn't tell anyone you saw that"

Morts eyes brighten ever so slightly, daring to hope that just maybe... "That's right", he gives several small, but fervent nods, "And I haven't! Just... By the way. So, there. It's me", he holds his hands up just a tad at either side, giving them a wave of pizzaz.

This time you meet his eyes, a sad smile taking over the angry scowl. But still... It's not enough to make you drop the luggage. Any victory he thought he'd won, is immediately thwarted with this new anxiety. Toad speaks up again, in the hopes to keep you from turning back, "Besides- I uh, heh. I rather think she'd prefer to make herself like anyone other than me", he closes the sentence with a half hearted laugh.

It's true. Even someone like Mystique likes to think she has "standards" of who she would and wouldn't shift to, with Toad himself being a very non hidden secret as one such individual.

You sigh at last, defeated again. "Why are you really here Mort? Did I wake you up, or-"

"I love you", He blurts it out so fast, it's as though it were a force he'd been holding in all this time. You think it must've been for sure, too. The man himself looks just as surprised to have said it as you are to hear it. Silence settles between you both, each trying to figure out what comes next.

Toad takes a shallow breath, croaking nervously. Your suitcase slams to the floor as you let it drop. Perhaps you had planned on something to say in response, but he cannot bear to guess at what those words might be. He's not used to talking much to anyone, the unpredictability he experiences from others only ever makes things worse.

He splays his palms out to steady you, hunching his shoulders in fear again, "I'm sorry, I- Maybe I shouldn't have said that, but I... Have... Feelings, for you, alright?"

His eyes dart to connect with yours, then look away just as quickly. The quick, excited anxiety behind his words from the first time slowly drain away, leaving him serious and sullen once more, "I get it though, really I do. I know that's not what you, or anyone, wants to hear from someone like...", he gestures vaguely to himself, from face to body, "...Me"

Truth be told, you'd always felt like your fondness for this man ran a little deeper than just that. At risk of controversy, you'd be lying if not to admit it was his looks that drew your interest. So strange and unique and yet beautifully fascinating, in his own way.

After that, it was easy to befriend him. He's easygoing and hardworking, a little down on himself at times, but not enough to taint his company. These are merely a few of all the details and highs and lows and little notes you have to say about him. The truth is, you could talk to and about him for hours.

"Look, I'm not saying all this to change your mind, or to have a go at you... I just-", he looks away with a troubled sigh. What's the use? "Nevermind... I've scared you off, haven't I?"

"...I wouldn't say that", you give a hint of a smile, feeling a little less rigid then before. If now's the time for confessions, then you might as well give yours too, "I like you too, Mort. It's just that-"

"Because I'm a mutant? It's alright, i-if it is, you know"

"No", you reach out to touch him. He always liked that grounding feeling. Such a shame that most others seem too afraid to even come close, "It's not that. I guess... I just never thought you felt that way. The way things are out there, between humans and mutants, I didn't think you'd-"

"Tsh", he scoffs, "I don't care about out there... Humans, mutants, seems like no one cares all that much for me. That's why I care so much about you", In the low, moonlit room he sees your hand angled out towards his. Your fingers brush against his hairless, bumpy forearm. Even that is enough to make his heart skip a beat.

He reaches up oh so slowly, as though any movement at all is likely to drive you off, and lets your fingers mesh between his, "I um- I don't expect that I'm enough to make you stay, but... If you did", he grips your hand a little tighter, daring to look you in the eyes, "Maybe we could figure things out together, eh? Mystique can't have that stick up her arse forever. We could... er, I suppose, maybe you could-"

You stop him there. A small step closer, a new, hopeful light in your eyes, "No, hold on there... I like the idea of 'we' there far more"

For the first time all night, Toad is left at a loss for words. Are you...? He huffs a nervous laugh, "Y-you do?"

"I do", you brace a hand on his chest and lean up for a quick kiss to his cheek. It's more then he'd ever dreamed of... His heart pounds strong and hard and teeming with excitement beneath your palm. When you come back down, you give chest a solid pat, "Tell you what... Help me unpack, and we'll talk more about this 'we' and Mystique tomorrow, alright?"

A brand new smile spreads across his face. Bright and beaming, even off his tiny teeth. On their own, they admittedly look a tad bizarre, but all together... You think they suit him handsomely. Already, he reaches for your suitcase to lend a hand, "Tell you what love... As long as we focus more on the 'we' part, it's a deal"

Well... Who would you be to break such a contract? You smile back at him, oh how long you've waited for a moment like this, "Then a deal it is"

#mortimer toynbee x reader

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