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estrellami-1 · 7 months
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Steddie Microfic
October prompt: suck
Word count: 480
No warnings apply
Rated T (I think? I’m terrible at ratings. There’s a definite possibility it would be G but I don’t want to put that just in case… someone who knows how to rate please help me! 😂)
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Steve knew he wasn’t the smartest. That wasn’t news to him. He knew he was just the brawn, the battering ram, the shield.
It’s fitting, then, that the one who took the most damage would be the one to break first. The first thing someone sees is the first thing they’ll go after.
And, well… Steve spent a lot of time ensuring he was first.
All that didn’t help, of course, as he felt like he was being tracked in his own house, a predator stalking him through the vents, walls, windows.
He didn’t hear the back door open, but felt the shift in air pressure. “Make it quick,” he murmured, begged, shutting his eyes and bracing.
He opened them again when he heard a chuckle. He whirled around and gasped. “Eddie?”
“Pretty thing,” Eddie hummed, cocking his head. “Eddie’s not here.”
“Then who are you?”
He cocked his head the other way. “I am Kas,” he said. “Servant to Vecna, ruler of his armies.”
“Why are you here?”
Kas chuckled. “To destroy you, of course. You and all your friends. Suck your blood from your veins and your marrow from your bones until you are naught more than the dust from which you were wrought.”
Steve made a face. “A little wordy.”
Kas shifted, and suddenly in his place stood Eddie, pouting. “I thought it was good.”
“It is good,” Steve promised. “But this isn’t one of your campaigns, babe, this is Halloween.” Eddie rolled his eyes, and Steve shivered. “And go take out those contacts, they’re giving me the creeps.”
“Oh thank God,” Eddie said, “they’re itchy as hell,” and ran down the hall to the bathroom.
When he walked back out, Steve was in the kitchen, making them lunch. “Y’know we’re gonna have to get El in on this before she blasts you against the wall first and asks questions second.”
“Way ahead of ya, babe,” Eddie chuckled, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist, nuzzling at his neck. “She and Hop are both already in on it.”
“Do you think the kids are gonna hate us?”
Eddie hummed. “It’s possible. I’m calling it payback for all the times the little shits got into trouble and needed us to bail them out.”
Steve chuckled. “Good reason.” He flinched as Eddie scraped his teeth against his neck. “Christ, Eds,” he muttered. “You a real vampire now or what?”
Eddie chuckled darkly, flicked out the fake teeth with his tongue, and sealed his lips against Steve’s neck. He finally pulled back to murmur, “I wanna suck somethin’, baby, but it’s not your blood.”
“You’re an animal,” Steve replied, maneuvering himself around in Eddie’s arms to face him before pulling him closer in a fierce kiss.
He bit at Eddie’s lip before soothing it with his tongue, reaching behind himself to turn the stove off.
“Bedroom?” He asked, pulling back.
“Bedroom.”
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t-800 · 1 year
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NINE INCH NAILS - SUCK August 3rd, 1994 // Poughkeepsie, NY
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I finally hit the “it’s not worth it” stage.
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redlegumes · 6 months
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If suction were all it took...
Written for @steddiemicrofic Challenge Prompt: Suck | WC: 480 | Rated: M | CW: none | AO3 Link
Summary:
Driving around, parking, and talking had become a regular staple for Steve and Eddie. But after picking up a difficult to eat treat, Steve decides to provide another treat while they wait for the first to melt.
Warning: Almost smut under the cut ↜(⃔•w•)⃕
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"No, you just have to suck it harder."
"Eddie you’ve got to be kidding. No way."
"I’m telling you it’s excellent."
"Only because you have a warped idea of excellence."
Eddie snorted in reply.
Steve set his milkshake back into his cup holder. "Mine is practically rock solid Eds. And trust me, I used to make these things. This shop's ratios are super fucked up. I dunno how you can pull anything into that straw without hurting yourself," he added irritatedly, watching Eddie suck on his own milkshake.
The disagreement vanished from Eddie's face. "Oh. So, you’re impressed sweetheart?"
It was Steve's turn to snort. He felt his cheeks warm slightly as he looked back out the front window of the beemer into the dark outside. He'd flicked the headlights off. “If suction were all it took, then maybe..." The skin on the back of his neck prickled as he let the next words leave his lips. "All that shake needs is to warm up a bit first. Then I could get it down." His eyes darted back to Eddie, no longer drinking his shake, but absently chewing on the straw as he stared at Steve.
"Heat it up, suck it down? That's your uh, advice Harrington?"
"Yeah," Steve huffed a little. He looked around the abandoned parking lot they’d pulled into again. "I might wait for mine to melt in the back seat." He wiped his palms on the tops of his thighs, hoping to rid himself of excess sweat. Before he could chicken out or potentially overthink Eddie's reaction, Steve got out of the car. He leaned down, pulling the driver's seat up toward the dash before he shut the front door and sat back in the spacious area he'd created. 
Eddie had frozen in place.
He could stay up there, Steve thought, listening to the stereo lowly playing some tape Eddie’d shoved in when Steve picked him up, the sound of the car engine idling almost as loud. But… if he comes back, I’m just going to go for it.
Steve's heartbeat grew louder than the other sounds of the car when he saw Eddie set his shake down. Moments later, Eddie's long limbs were clambering into the back seat. He mostly crashed into Steve before sitting, a leg still draped over Steve's. 
Eddie began to chuckle, breathing heavy. "Alright big boy. Is this going how you pictured it?"
Steve pushed Eddie's leg off before tugging his hips over. He knelt on the car floor, between Eddie's knees. "I hoped something a little more like this."
Eddie inhaled air so fast Steve thought he might choke as his fingers grazed the other man’s fly.
"You hoped," Eddie whispered.
Steve's hands trembled just the slightest as they ran over Eddie's growing bulge. He met Eddie’s eyes and asked, "heat it up and suck it down?"
"Fuck yes. Please."
*Obligatory 'and they're not even dating.'
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maffexb · 3 months
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Tarde de domingo en el sofá, te unes?🫦🔥
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simply-ivanka · 5 months
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duftvonregen · 3 months
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talesfromthecrypts · 5 months
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Suck (2009) dir. Rob Stefaniuk
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karos-4art · 11 months
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stuff from the start of april, this game has done unthinkable things to my mind
enjoy
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t-800 · 1 year
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NINE INCH NAILS - SUCK May 18th, 2005 // Philadelphia, PA
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noctumbra · 2 years
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      𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲: 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 
summary ─ salt and butter never tasted better.
pairing ─ brothersbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ food used as seduction tool once again im sorry sjkdfhjd, sexual innuendos, implied oral sex
a/n ─ last day of sucktember!!!!!! thank you everyone for reading and commenting! i hope you liked what i wrote so far!! and for the last day... as rihanna once said “suck my cockiness, lick my persuasion...” 
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You were watching the latest Tom Cruise movie with your brother, who was laying on the large couch, and his best friend Bucky, whom you were left to share the smaller one with. You had a big bowl of popcorn between you, but it soon found its home on your lap to make room for both of you─ which ended with you snuggling up against your brother’s best friend.
What you’ve failed to understand was how exactly Bucky started feeding you popcorn.
You were halfway done with the movie when you felt his arm around your shoulder and his other hand suddenly dipped into the bowl and plucked a couple popcorns, popping some in his mouth and holding out the rest for you.
At first, you indulged him in by only taking the popcorn out of his fingers and chewing them quickly. Soon, though, things took a little turn where he started to brush your bottom lip with his thumb as he fed you, and you’d have to lick away the salt his fingers left behind on your lips.
That was actually how you decided to fuck with him: You sucked his thumb in your mouth the next time he brushed his finger tip on your lip, licking away the salt and butter. You heard him choke silently and clear his throat as he wiggled. You smirked. You turned to him a little and opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue just a bit. Bucky’s eyes darkened when he saw the way you were waiting for him to feed you.
He grabbed a handful of popcorn and started putting them in your mouth one by one, never taking his eyes off of your lips. When he was done with the popcorn, he slipped his thumb first for you to clean it up, and then his pointer, middle and ring finger in your mouth. You moaned softly, but the sound got lost in the explosion sound coming from the movie. Bucky coughed and adjusted himself.
“Aw,” you pouted. “We’re out of popcorn.” Your brother extended his empty bowl towards you without taking his eyes off of the screen.
“Can you make some more?” He asked. “We still have a second movie.” You looked at Bucky as you took the empty bowl.
“Sure, I’ll be in kitchen,” you said and stood. You could feel his eyes on you while walking towards the kitchen, burning holes on your back. You shivered. Just as you threw the popcorn into the microwave, you felt hands grabbing your waist. You swallowed a squeak.
“You licked them all away, honey, but I got something else for you to suck on if you wanna,” he said silently. His dark blue eyes were looking right into yours while brushing the skin of your sides with his hands under your t-shirt. You shivered again and leaned against him, feeling the bulge in front of his pants. Humming, you turned around.
“Is it as tasty as your fingers?” You asked him. He smirked.
“I’ve been told it’s tastier,” he murmured. “Whatcha say?” You peeked a glance at the microwave.
“We have two minutes,” you told him. His face darkened.
“I can let you have that taste in two minutes,” he said. “Besides you have another bowl to fill, so we have extra two more.” He leaned in so close that you could feel his breath on your face. “We’ll see if you’re as tasty in that extra two minutes, hm?” Moaning softly, you nodded. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his zipper down.
“On your knees, baby love.”
Just like that, you fell to your knees and opened your mouth for him.
You found out soon enough that he was right about being tastier.
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