Field Of Tulips. Steve Harrington X GN!Reader

Field of Tulips.  Steve Harrington x GN!Reader

(Blurb) Steve surprising you with a picnic in a flower field of tulips because he knows they’re your favorite. 

Warnings: Nothing but pure fluff! 

Word Count: 282

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“Don’t open your eyes yet, ok? We’re almost there.” Steve said as we walked down a path through the woods. 

“You have your hands around my eyes and a scarf. Even if I did open my eyes I wouldn’t be able to see anything” I responded smartly.

Steve rolled his eyes, “Okay smart-ass. We’re here so when I take off the scarf, I’m gonna count to three and you open your eyes.” He said, removing the scarf. 

“Okay ready?” He asks. I nod. 

“1..2..3!” He yells, causing my eyes to snap open. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the bright light but once I do, my eyes tear up. 

In front of me is a field of tulips, with a blanket and a picnic basket in the middle. 

“Do you-do you like it?” Steve asks, nervously.

I slowly turn to look at him, ”Do I like it? Steve, I love it!” I exclaimed. He let out a breath of relief. 

“When did you do this? You were with me all day?!” I ask, walking towards the picnic blanket and sitting down. 

“I paid Dustin and Robin 5 bucks each just to drive out here and set this up.” He said, grinning. 

I laugh and shake my head, “I can’t believe you did all this for me.” I said, still in a state of shock from how pretty it was. 

“I’d do anything for you.” He stated, leaning closer. 

I smiled and leaned closer, “God I love you, Steve Harrington.” I said, Pressing my lips to his. 

He smiles into the kiss, pulling back slightly only to whisper, “And I love you, Y/n Y/l/n.” 

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In the backroom?!

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Fem!receiving, fingering. 

Words:1.0k

The bell rings above me as I walk into the video store. Steve walking past me, giving me a smile, 

“Hey, I'm gonna go grab lunch for me and Robin. Do you want anything?” He asks, walking backwards. 

I shake my head, “Nah I’m good. I ate before I came here.” I said, putting my bag under the counter. 

“Where’s Robin anyways?” I ask, fixing the counter up a bit. 

“She’s in the backroom opening up a new box of movies we got.” He said, putting on his jacket and grabbing his keys.

 “I'll be back in 20 minutes! See ya!” He waves, exiting the building. 

I walk to the backroom and open the door, “Robin!” I called out, “Where are you?!” I asked. 

“Over here! To your left!” She called back. 

I walked over, looking down at her sprawled on the floor with random movies laying everywhere. 

I laugh, “What happened here?” I ask, grabbing her hands and pulling her up into a sitting position. 

“I was putting them in alphabetical order so it's easier to put them on their shelves, but my elbow hit the stack and knocked them all on the floor!” She exclaimed. 

“And why are you laying on the floor?” I ask, taking a seat next to her, brushing her hair out of her face, letting my touch linger for a second before moving my hand to my lap. 

“Well, when I bent down to pick them up, I kind of slipped and made the rest fall, so I've just been laying here for the past 3 minutes.” She responded, looking up at me. 

I looked down at her nodding. 

“Well, do you want some help picking them up?” I said, standing back up again, offering my hand to help her up. 

She nodded, bending down to pick up the tapes. 

I bend down to grab some too. Putting them on the table and reaching for more, only for Robin to reach for the same one and our hands touch. 

We look up at the same time, staring at each other for a minute before she quickly removes her hand and stands back up to put the movies on the table. 

Scrambling to find the tapes that start with the letter ‘A’. 

I stare for a second before walking behind her and grabbing her hands to stop her. 

“Calm down Robin. What's wrong?” I ask, slowly trailing my hands up her arms and down her back, wrapping them around her waist. 

Her breath hitches. 

“N-nothing’s wrong. Why would you think something is wrong? And w-what are you doing?” She asks, resting her hand on top of mine. 

I lean over, resting my head in her neck, littering small kisses up and down it. 

She leans her head back, resting hers on my shoulder. Her breath quickened. 

“I'm trying to calm you down. This okay?” I asked her, trailing my hands down, resting them just above the button of her jeans. 

She nods quickly and pulls away to turn to face me, “Before we do anything…I just want to tell you that I really like you” She said slowly, seeming almost nervous. 

I smile, leaning in, my lips slightly brushing hers. “I like you too Robin.”

She smiled back, leaning forward and presses our lips together. 

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her into me, trailing kisses down her neck until I hear her whimper, knowing I hit her sweet spot. 

“Mmmm, you seem so tense…lemme help you out” I said, trailing my hands up her shirt, resting them under her bra. 

She nods, muttering a quiet yes before leaning her head back and closing her eyes. 

I turn her around so her back is to me, trailing my hands down to her jeans and unbutton them. 

Slipping my hand down her pants, I rub her clit over her underwear. Hearing a quiet moan escape from her, I start to rub faster. 

“Oh god” She whispers, turning her head to look at me, “More please, I need moree” She whines. 

I lean in, giving her a kiss, moving her underwear aside. 

She moans against my lips. I move my fingers up and down her slit before slowly pushing them in. 

“O-ohh” She says, bucking her hips against my fingers. 

“Yeah, that feel good, my love?” 

“Mmhmm” She nods. I start pumping my fingers faster, taking my other hand and rubbing her clit. 

She squeezes her eyes shut, mumbling nonsense to herself. 

Pumping my fingers faster, I can tell she’s getting closer to her orgasm. 

“Im gonna cum, Oh my god” She says

Rubbing her clit faster, I kiss her neck, “Go ahead baby, cum for me.” I said, encouraging her. 

She cums all over my fingers, bucking her fingers while I slow my pumping, helping her ride out her orgasm. 

She whimpers as I slowly take my fingers out and bring them to her lips. 

She opens her mouth, sucking them clean and then leaning in to kiss me. I taste her on her lips and groan in delight. 

“Mmm, you taste so good” I said, pulling her in to kiss me again. Not hearing the bell ring out front. 

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Steve exclaims walking in with a bag of McDonalds. 

“Oh my-! Are you guys kidding me?! In the Backroom?!” He yells.

Me and Robin just look at eachother shrugging, she buttons up her jeans and grabs the bag of food walking to the front. 

I follow after her, Steve just standing there like an idiot. 

Robin pulls out her chicken nuggets and fries, feeding me a fry as we just stare at steve. 

“How long do you think he’s gonna stand there before we get bombarded with questions?” I ask her. 

“I bet 5 minutes. So imma hurry and eat this food” She said, Shoving a nugget in her mouth. 

I just laugh, staring at her, “Wanna go to the movie later?” I ask her.

She stops mid bite and looks at me, “I-uh sure. What time?”She asks, staring back at me. 

“Let's say 8. After work i'll come by and pick you up.” I said. 

And she smiled, nodding, “I look forward to it” She said.

“Me too” I said, stealing another one of her fries. 

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In the backroom?!

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Fem!receiving, fingering. 

Words:1.0k

The bell rings above me as I walk into the video store. Steve walking past me, giving me a smile, 

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab lunch for me and Robin. Do you want anything?” He asks, walking backwards. 

I shake my head, “Nah I’m good. I ate before I came here.” I said, putting my bag under the counter. 

“Where’s Robin anyways?” I ask, fixing the counter up a bit. 

“She’s in the backroom opening up a new box of movies we got.” He said, putting on his jacket and grabbing his keys.

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Wildest Dreams: Part 2

AN: A skiff of smut in the beginning

Steve drew his fingers down Bucky’s spine and up again, slowly and languidly feeling his mate shudder beneath his touch. His right hand was tucked under the back of his head as he stared at the ceiling and hummed, his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. Steve was deep in thought while Bucky rest his head on Steve’s chest, the two entangled in sheets while some comedy played in the background on the small TV they set up in the corner.

“Do you remember…” Bucky had begun speaking, his voice soft and husky as he communicated with his best friend and lover. “…that omega that we used to be inseparable from?”

“I remember,” Steve had answered Bucky immediately, the two of them close enough to almost have the same thoughts, “her parents moved across the country.”

“She’s back,” Bucky had craned his neck, looking up at Steve through his lashes, cerulean blue eyes meeting stormy blue-green’s, “my mom told me. We know that her parents moved back last year, and now she did too. Ma said that she moved back because she hated being so far away from her parents. She’s transferred here.”

Steve inhaled sharply, his nose filling with Bucky’s scent while his heart thrashed wildly in its cage. Lately, Steve and Bucky had been thinking back to the daycare days and the omega that was as attached to Steve and Bucky as they were to her. Steve wondered if she had carried the same scent, or if it had frowned and changed.

It seemed so long ago, a distant memory that was filled with fuzzy images of the other kids they went to daycare with and the soft muffled voices that weren’t quite clear enough to be detectable. It was a memory that wasn’t inherently clear, however, if they focused hard enough they could remember the sound of her giggles and the way her scent seemed to coil around them like a blanket. The omega they knew, that had been so attached to them, had been ripped away after a doctor and therapist suggested that if the three had stayed close it would be detrimental to their socialization skills.

They would become too close and in becoming so close, they would isolate themselves from others around them.

It was recommended, and the decision was made. When your dad got a job offer across the country, it seemed like the perfect time to split up the trio, even if it ended up with immense tears being shed. You had left, and Steve and Bucky stayed and continued living in the same neighbourhood.

When Bucky’s dad, George, died a few years ago it could be a catalyst for the three of you to see each other again, but there had been a few factors that kept you apart. Their moms told them that you had watched the funeral online, and had sent your condolences, but then it fell silent again.

“Y/N,” Steve spoke your name, trailing his fingers back down Bucky’s spine, his own body shuddering when Bucky had slipped his left hand below the blanket and brushed his palm against the heady head of Steve’s cock, “we called her Omega Bean.”

“Beanie baby,” Bucky turned his head, his tongue and lips suckling Steve’s bare chest, “she was the cutest little omega.”

Steve hummed in agreement, the soft rumble of his chest growing when Bucky grabbed his shaft and pumped twice. Blood rushed to his cock, and his head had become engorged and swollen, Steve’s eyes screwed closed when Bucky shifted on the bed and threw the blankets back.

Bucky’s tongue had been trailing a deliberate path down Steve’s abdomen, to the illustrious V that led to his impressive and throbbing cock. It was a tense moment, a moment where time had slowed down and nearly come to a complete stop where Bucky had teased him, had puckered his lips against the head of his cock.

“Bucky just-“ Steve hissed and threw his head back when Bucky had enveloped Steve’s twitching head into his mouth, the blonde’s hand immediately set upon the back of Bucky’s head. Steve’s fingers wove into the strands of Bucky’s silky brown hair to push his lover to take more of his cock into his mouth, desperate need rumbling in his chest.

“Bucky, fuck-!” Steve’s head lolled back and his back had arched when the tip of Bucky’s nose touched Steve’s flesh, his mouth stretched around the thick girth. “Feels so good…”

There was rising sexual tension that was thick and banded, the air had grown heavy with the sound of Bucky slurping and sucking Steve’s cock, and Steve’s cursing. There was a moment of intense intimacy that was fuelled and rooted in the news that their old friend was back, the tension was driven by the news that someone they had known would be their omega, even from the moment they met, was back in their lives.

They hadn’t taken much of an interest in other omegas, occasionally they would have a threesome however more often than not they would take their sexual tension out on each other. Like now, like this moment where Bucky was sucking Steve’s dick like he was dying. It was the sounds of pleasure that echoed off the walls, that had reverberated against every possible surface as the two of them took stock in the feel of each other’s pleasure before they were needed on the football field.

It was part of their partnership with the student union to host and be a part of the introductory and welcome party to the university, a task set upon them that they weren’t entirely looking forward to. They had far too much on their minds otherwise than being on the field wearing their gear in order to run plays and grab hopeful freshmen to try out for the team or even volunteer. An added benefit of them being there meant that the cheerleaders would be there dressed as well, the push to gather attention and interest in the competitive sports was unrelenting.

“Bucky, fuck…”

“I know you’re going to cum,” Bucky swiped his tongue along Steve’s shaft, feeling his cock twitch in response, “you’re close-“

“Fucking swallow,” Steve growled and shoved his mouth back down, that domineering part of him taking hold again, settling in for a moment as he assumed the dominant role. “Don’t make a mess.”

Silence was combatted by the sounds of sucking and curses, and it had all come to a head when Steve had growled and cursed, his head thrown back, the veins in his neck pronounced as he came in Bucky’s mouth. His thick spurts of cum swallowed as Steve wanted and only when Bucky was done had he pulled his mouth off and licked his lips, then stuck his tongue out to show Steve.

“Fuck,” Steve exhaled in a huff, running his hands through his hair, “I feel like I could go again.”

“Not now, Stevie.” Bucky crawled up his chest and kissed him quickly, letting him taste himself, “we’re going to be late.”

The pads on his shoulders felt tighter today, and the jersey seemed to irritate him no matter how he tried to adjust it to fit. Everything just felt wrong, and he almost wished Coach didn’t insist on making them run plays to garner attention, it wasn’t as if they needed it. The teams were as thick as thieves, they were making plays that were as brilliant as they were tight which had already struck an impressive reputation for the boys on the team.

Still, Coach insisted. And with the football team, had come the cheerleaders and their sparkly uniforms that had gained different kinds of attention altogether. The girls that Steve and Bucky had become good friends with, the dancers who were all sweet and kind in their way, didn’t find any enjoyment in this either. They felt like they were there as pretty little bobbles and decorations to draw in freshmen and graduated high schoolers who were looking forward to their college years.

“Nothing sits right.” Steve huffed, complaining to Bucky who had set his helmet on the grass to help Steve. “I’d rather not do this.”

“Quarterback and captain of the football team complaining about things being too tight…”

“Bucky, I swear to God-“ Steve growled, his eyes burning into Bucky’s as the halfback laughed under his breath and tugged on Steve’s jersey, fixing the placement that he was complaining about.

“Is that better?” Bucky teased, nudging his helmet aside and leaning in, almost as if he was going to kiss him before he pulled away at Coach’s whistle.

“Barnes! Rogers!” Coach called them to split them apart, ushering them to their places with a nod of his head. “Get on the field with Levinson so we can run some plays.”

Bucky had bent to grab his helmet from the grass, and when he had stood again he had noticed the transfixed haze in Steve’s eyes. The way his best friend and mate had become catatonically enthralled by something or someone in the crowd had stirred Bucky’s attention, and after he cast a look over his shoulder he had understood why.

Steve was watching the crowd, enraptured by a single soul among the crowd who was watching the team with mild interest. They didn’t need to be close enough to catch the scent of the omega or even see the breathtakingly stunning eyes that could have pierced through them. They knew, they both felt the figurative shift of the earth beneath their feet from the slightest appearance of the omega they once knew among the field to watch the team.

It was the single look, the first appearance in years and yet both alphas had felt the surreal jolt deep within their souls.

“Omega Bean.” Steve whispered it first, he was in such a thick and heavy trance that he hadn’t felt or heard their coach calling him from further down the field.”Fuck, Bucky-“

“I know.” Bucky exhaled in a huff, just as stunned as Steve was.

They knew you were on campus, and they knew you were enrolled in the university but to see you in person, less than a hundred feet away from you was a surreal experience. They knew they had to have known, that things would not be the same as they were in daycare and yet it didn’t seem to matter. Appearances alone were enough, seeing you on the sidelines was enough for the two alphas to feel their entire world shift.

“Barnes! Rogers!” When their coach called again, Steve and Bucky had snapped out of their haze and had gained the ability to move again, both of them yanking their helmets on. They had crossed the field and joined their team again, the two of them taking the positions necessary to run the play Coach had planned.

Steve dug his heels into the turf and tucked his head, he kept his breathing even and slow as he counted down the milliseconds before the whistle was blown and the call from the other half of the team, who was playing the opposition, was made. The play was in motion and he had moved by memory, every action and step, every subtle bounce to his steps as he turned to avoid a tackle was instinctual.

The whole half hour seemed endless as they ran play after play, as they had worked through the usual tactics when they practiced for the purpose of stirring attention in the program. He was used to the noise, he was used to the sound of the cheerleading team calling from the sidelines, their pompoms waving and the skills they had exuded as they had done flips and tricks were all typical.

It was all the usual.

But your presence was not.

You watching them was new, and when they had come to a stop, Steve had ripped his helmet off and dropped it on the sidelines. He followed his inner drive, the internal compass that would always lead to you or to Bucky, the innate pull that made him want to find you.

He had stepped off the field and onto the sidelines, his chest rising and falling with every gulp of air as if he was trying to weed through the various scents to find yours. Even if it was only the tail end of your scent, he was desperate to find it just to see how different it had been.

“Steve! That was amazing!” A cheerleader, one who had been one of his and Bucky’s casual hookups once upon a time, had bounced on her heels and hugged him. There was nothing but friendship behind the hug, nothing but a friendly congratulations as she snaked her arms around his neck, and he had instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist to settle her down, his eyes still piercing the crowd to find you.

“Is she here?” Bucky jogged up behind him, his helmet discarded like Steve’s.

“Oh, are you talking about that omega?” Their cheerleading friend had turned, while still resting against Steve, and pointed toward you as you sat wide-eyed on the bench. “She’s so cute!”

“Yeah,” Bucky smiled crookedly, “she’s a cute thing, isn’t she?”

She had waved with her pompon, stirring your frown and narrowed eyes. You had scowled and rolled your eyes, standing abruptly and stomping on the stands as you moved. There was a phantom memory of you in rubber boots splashing on the sidewalk through puddles that had hit both Steve and Bucky with potency, making the two alphas grin in unison.

“Clearly she’s not happy to see you.” Their friend laughed and tossed her pompom at Steve’s head, laughing at his sudden turn. “What’d you do?”

“Nothing,” Steve huffed, “haven’t seen her since we were five.”

“We got our work cut out for us, punk.”

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