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Spider-Nephew

Peter Parker was meant to be back at The Tower two hours ago. His shift had ended at midnight, an agreement with Aunt May, and now as the clock ticks past 2am you’re honestly starting to get worried.

“FRIDAY where’s Peter?” You ask the AI for what feels like the fifteenth time tonight.

“There’s no exact location on him miss.”

“Is he okay?”

“Yes.” The AI goes silent again and you stare anxiously out the window. You don’t turn when the doors hiss open behind you.

“Sweetheart, come back to bed, I’m sure he’s fine. FRIDAY would tell us if he wasn’t.” Steve says softly his feet quiet on the floor as he makes his way to you.

“He was supposed to be home two hours ago. I can’t help but worry.” You tell him as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Are you like this when I’m gone?” He hums into your ear.

“Worse. I hate it more when you’re on no contact missions.” You tell him leaning back against his chest, your head resting below his shoulder. “If I can say goodnight and check in it’s not so hard.”

“I’m sorry, this life isn’t easy.”

“You make it worth it.” You admit not looking at him, eyes still trained on the New York skyline. Steve’s lips press to your temple and he watches quietly out the window with you.

“Do you want me to go look for him?”

“Maybe, if he’s not back in a half hour would you mind?”

“Of course not.” Sure enough the clock ticks closer to 2:30 and with another quick kiss Steve steps away and heads to your bedroom to get his suit on. He’s gone for around five minutes when a soft thud hits the window. Seconds later Peter Parker comes into the tower like he’s not almost two and a half hours late.

“Peter Benjamin Parker where the hell have you been?” You turn on him then surprising the teenager.

“Wh-what?”

“You are two and a half hours late! Explain yourself.”

“I was with Cap!” He cries pulling off his mask as Steve walks into the room.

“You wanna try that again kid?”

“Not you, the other one.” He explains and before you can question what he means by that Carol Danvers lands on the landing pad.

“Sup nerds?” She asks strutting into the room, two slurpees in her hands.

“Sup? Sup! You took our nephew for slurpees at 2:30 in the morning?!”

“Nephew?” Peter mutters looking over at Steve who shrugs.

“I mean, he did a good job tonight and it’s not like I can give him a beer.” She says passing Peter a blue and red slurpee.

“At least let me know he’s going to be late next time.” You snap before storming out of the room. You’re so relieved and frustrated that you don’t hear the footsteps following you until a pair of arms wrap around your torso.

“Sorry Aunt America.” Peter says quietly. “I’ll turn my location on for you with Karen and FRIDAY.”

“Thank you. I try not to worry about all of you but it’s hard, I love all of you.”

“I love you too.” Peter says into your back and you give his arms a squeeze then he lets you go and after giving him a soft smile and head back to your and Steve’s room.

Steve joins you a few minutes later and takes off his uniform, changing back into his pajama pants.

“Feeling better?” He asks as he slides into bed next to you.

“Yea, he head home already?”

“He did. Carol wanted me to pass on her apologies for her, she had to get going too.”

“I’ll message her tomorrow. Thank you for putting up with me and my fears.”

“Sweetheart it’s alright. It tells me how much you care about not only me but the rest of our little family.”

“Thanks.” You murmur before curling into him. You’re just about to fall asleep when FRIDAY’s calm voice comes over the intercom.

“Peter would like you to know he made it home safe and he loves you Aunt America.”

“Tell him thank you spider nephew love you too.”

“Aunt America?” Steve asks the amusement evident in his voice.

“I like it.” You say sleepily before falling into a content sleep.

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Cardigan | S. Harrington

Pairing: Steve x Hopper!Reader

Timeframe: Season 2-3

Summary: [Based on Cardigan - Taylor Swift] Y/n and Steve had a love like no other until he went and fucked it up.

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A/N: this is a part of my folklore/evermore-inspired fic collection

there's a lil hopper-centric bonus part to this fic that will be coming soon x

November, 1984

Steve grinned widely as he opened the passenger door of his BMW and held his hand out to his long-term girlfriend. She stepped out onto the patchy grass, but not without rolling her eyes playfully. Before she could take another step towards her front porch, Steve wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

"Steve," Y/n giggled, placing her hands on his.

Steve did not respond and instead buried his face in the crook of her neck and let out a groan. Y/n continued to move towards her porch, but with Steve holding her tightly she could not help but drag her feet.

"C'mon, baby, I gotta go," she murmured, laughing under her breath.

When he finally loosened his grasp and followed her onto the porch, Y/n turned around and was promptly startled by him stepping forward and pulling her into his arms yet again.

"Are you sure you can't stay out just a little bit longer?"

He leaned in until their heads were pressed against each other. Y/n felt tempted to give in when she looked him in the eye, but frowned, knowing someone else needed her just a bit more.

"My dad's working all night tonight," she frowned. "And you know how El doesn't like to be on her own when it gets late."

Steve sighed, before nodding his head. He kissed her forehead and held the sides of her face affectionately. She smiled at him gratefully.

"Next time," Y/n promised, wrapping her arms around his neck and meeting his disappointed gaze. "We'll stay for as long as you want."

"I'm holding you to it," Steve whispered, before leaning in with a foolish grin and kissing her softly. Y/n smiled against his lips and laughed when he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.

When he finally pulled away, he waited until Y/n fished her house key from the pocket of her jeans before letting go of her waist. She held his face and got in one final peck to last her through till morning when he would come by to take her to work.

"Goodnight," she whispered, unable to stop grinning.

"Goodnight, baby," he replied, smiling back at her in awe. How did she manage to still look so pretty under the dim lighting of an old porch light? Even after a year of walking her to her front door at night, Steve was still amazed.

Just as Y/n pulled her hands away from his face and went to step back, Steve leaned in and stole one more kiss. He could never get enough of the taste of her chapstick and the feeling of her lips on his.

"I love you," he added.

"I love you too," she responded with ease, before leaning back against the front door and waving goodbye until his car was almost out of sight.

Y/n turned back around and unlocked the door before slowly swinging it open. She was hoping to hear nothing but the sound of a teenage girl fast asleep in her room, but once she caught a whiff of what she recognised immediately as burnt eggos, Y/n knew her little sister was very much awake.

"El?" She called out, closing and locking the door behind her.

"It's 8-1-5. You're late."

Y/n sighed when she saw El sitting cross-legged at the dinner table with her old baseball bat clutched tightly in her small hands. The half-eaten charred waffle on the plate in front of her made

"I know. I'm sorry," she said, taking her jacket off and taking the seat opposite her. El stared at her burnt waffles, refusing to even look up at her older sister. Y/n shifted uncomfortably. "Did you have dinner? I heated it up for you like I said I would."

El huffed before nodding her head. Her lips remained pursed as a testament to how upset she was, though she finally glanced up and looked at Y/n. Her small fingers played with the burnt bits of eggo.

"I wanted dessert," El explained.

The young girl thought it would be easy enough to make, especially after watching Y/n do it with such ease. After twisting the dials on the toaster without understanding what exactly it did, El quickly realised she had burnt the last of the waffles.

"I know how to fix this," Y/n smiled, before taking El's plate and throwing the burnt eggos in the trash. She then fished out two spoons from the only kitchen drawer that could be opened and grabbed the tub of ice cream she kept hidden right at the back of the freezer, behind the ice trays and frozen dinners.

El's eyes lit up and she did not waste another second before taking her spoon and eating, relieved to finally have something to get rid of the burnt eggos taste in her mouth.

"Why were you late?"

She was asking less out of curiosity and more out of concern. Typically when Y/n knew she would be late, explain to El what number to look for on the clock. The older girl downed another spoonful of ice cream before answering.

"Steve took me to see a movie, and it took longer than I thought it would," she explained.

Although it was an honest mistake, Y/n couldn't shake the guilty feeling left in her gut knowing how disappointed and concerned El must have felt. As the two of them continued to eat, Y/n couldn't help but stress over whether or not she would be getting reprimanded the following morning.

"Please don't tell Hopper I was late," she pleaded sheepishly.

The last time Y/n got home late, El told on her and she had to endure a lecture on responsibility and keeping each other safe. She could just imagine how livid her father would be if he found out she got home almost an hour later than the agreed-upon time.

"Hopper said no secrets," El replied, confused by Y/n's request.

The entire dynamic between Y/n and her dad left El puzzled. While she did her best to listen to Hopper's rules and abide by them, Y/n seemed to take them as a mere suggestion and, at times, did her best to completely defy his orders. It left constantly El intrigued.

"I know he did," the older girl sighed. "...but this is different."

"It is?"

El furrowed her brows in confusion. Y/n smiled and nodded her head. The both of them scooped more ice cream and continued to eat while they continued their conversation.

"You keep my secrets and I'll keep yours," Y/n stated. "That's how it works when you have a sister."

Though they had only been living under the same roof for half a year, there was no denying the sisterly nature of their relationship. While Y/n had her reservations about El when they first met, they were long gone after the first few weeks.

"But I don't have secrets," El reasoned.

"Maybe not now, but you might have one later," Y/n shrugged. "And when you do, you can tell me and I won't tell Hopper... Or anyone."

Despite suspecting she was only saying this to undermine Hopper's rules yet again, El felt excited by the idea of having a confidante she could count on indefinitely. Someone she knew would not freak out in the same way Hopper did.

"Ok," she smiled.

"So you won't tell him I came home late tonight?"

"Sisters don't tell secrets," El stated, holding her pinky out the way Y/n taught her to whenever they made promises to each other. Y/n grinned before holding out hers and looping their fingers together.

After finishing, the tub of ice cream, the two of them tidied the kitchen together before retiring to the living room sofa for the evening. Y/n was halfway through painting El's fingernails when she could sense that someone was troubling her.

"Y/n. I have a question."

She finished the last finger on her left hand before moving on to the next, muttering a quick 'hm?' signalling El to ask away. The young girl shifted in her seat before exhaling heavily.

"Why do you like Steve?"

She froze for a moment, taken aback by El's sudden curiosity about her relationship. Even so, she gave it a great deal of thought.

"Well, I like him for a lot of reasons," Y/n answered "I guess... it's mostly because of how he makes me feel."

"How does he make you feel?"

"He makes me feel happy... and safe," Y/n responded, smiling to herself as she continued to reflect on her relationship with Steve. "And he makes me feel really special even when I don't feel like I am."

That was more often than Y/n would have liked to admit. With everything she went through in life, it was hard for her to see herself as someone important and even harder to believe anyone would be willing to stick by her. But Steve did, even when it was not easy to.

"Y/n, I think I have a secret," El admitted. Y/n looked at her and quipped a brow, interested to know what it was. From the dazed and awestruck glimmer in her eye, Y/n had a hunch it was about a certain boy. El sighed with a goofy smile. "I think I like Mike."

Y/n tried to contain her excitement as she continued painting El's right hand, knowing exactly why she wanted to keep that a secret from their dad.

***

June, 1985

Y/n pulled the passenger's seat of Steve's BMW forward and searched the floor behind it for her missing earring. She could have sworn she was wearing it on their way to Starcourt Mall for work that very morning and was determined to pull her boyfriend's car apart if that's what it took to find it.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

Steve had just reached the parking lot and was rather startled to see his girlfriend rummaging through the loose items that cluttered the backseat of his car. She continued to search the floor mats, unfazed by Steve's presence and concerned tone.

"I lost my earring," she cried out. "I didn't have it when we went inside the mall, so it has to be here somewhere."

He chuckled, feeling grateful he made himself an ice cream cone before locking up the shop. He walked to the front of his car and leaned back against the bumper. The sound of Y/n going through all the clutter provided ambience as he ate his ice cream.

When the parking lot went silent, Steve stood tall, thinking she had finally found her missing earring so it was time for them to grab some dinner before going home. As he watched Y/n step out of the passenger side of the BMW and pace towards him, Steve realised she was holding something but it was not her missing earring.

It was another girl's lacey red bra.

"What the fuck is this, Steve?"

She threw the bra at his fate in a fit of rage, but he was too stunned to react and the red bra fell onto the patch of pavement that separated them. Steve's face went pale and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating altogether.

"Please don't tell me it's what I think it is," Y/n whispered, hoping he would break a smile and reveal that it was all part of some stupid prank he was trying to pull over on her. When he did nothing but stare blankly, she knew that was not going to be the case.

She stumbled back and gasped for air, unsure whether she wanted to burst into tears or break every last window on his stupid BMW and then every last bone in his nose.

"Y/n, I-I can expl-"

"Steve, are you kidding me?"

An explanation was the last thing she wanted to hear. An explanation was not going to undo what he had already gone and done, nor was it going to just ease the excruciating pain she felt in her chest.

"I'm so sorry, Y/n," he cried out, reaching out in an attempt to pull her close to him like he had grown accustomed to doing.

"Don't touch me," she hissed, slapping his hand away and stepping back again.

Y/n raised her hand to her chest and turned her back to Steve. Her mind was flooded with so many negative thoughts, overwhelming any questions she might have initially had. She didn't care for the finer details. She didn't even care who the other girl was. All she could feel was the piercing heartbreak making it unbearable to be in his presence for another second.

"Just take me home," Y/n whimpered, before quickly getting into the passenger's seat and slamming her door shut. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to stand the sight of the man she could no longer recognise.

Most of the ride was silent. Y/n kept her eyes glued to the trees outside her window as she tried to contain her sobs, while Steve struggled to keep his focus on the road. It wasn't until they reached her house that he finally mustered enough courage to speak.

"It was a mistake," Steve whispered, unable to take any more of the silence. He wanted her to yell at him and do everything he knew he deserved. "I was young and stupid and I've regretted it ever since."

"We're the same fucking age, Steve," Y/n scolded, finally looking him in the eye. She furrowed her brows and shook her head in both confusion and disapproval. "And I would've never done this to you."

Y/n turned away and stepped out of his car, slamming shut behind her and then racing to the front door. It wasn't until she was inside that Steve finally drove away, haunted by her last words.

After tossing her keys and jacket on the couch, Y/n sped to the freezer and reached for her trusty stash of chocolate ice cream. She slammed it on the counter and grabbed a spoon from the kitchen drawer. She was barely able to open the container when she burst into tears, suddenly overwhelmed by the reality of it all.

With the tears came all the painful questions she couldn't bring herself to answer. Did she not give him enough love? Y/n was certain she loved Steve as much as she possibly could, which only triggered the more terrifying question of whether that meant her love was not enough. That she was not enough.

***

July, 1985

Y/n's eyes blinked open and she let out a groan having been woken up to both a pounding headache and a battered and bruised Steve Harrington. She held the sides of her head and continued to groan.

"What happened?"

Steve leaned against the wall and rested his elbow on the toilet seat but not before flushing the last of his vomit away. He tried to remember the better times, before him, his ex-girlfriend and two kids got roped into investigating the inner workings of the Starcourt Mall.

"Russians. Truth serum," he panted as he tried to catch his breath. "We've been puking non-stop for an hour and I think you passed out a few minutes ago."

Y/n sighed as she started to remember. She shifted over to the other side of the toilet before leaning back and looking up, trying to focus on the ceiling now that it had finally stopped spinning.

"Do you think it's all out of our system?"

"I don't know," Steve mumbled. "Ask me something."

"Does your mom still ask about me?"

"Every time I play 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' in my bedroom," he answered without hesitation. "- So, basically every day."

"Yeah, I think it's still in our system."

The both of them broke into uncontrollable fits of laughter. When the stalls grew quiet again after they both caught their breaths, Steve found himself smiling and unable to keep quiet.

"You know, this is most you've talked to me all month."

"That's sorta what happens when you cheat on someone, Steve."

"Yeah, that's fair."

As the restroom started to grow quiet again, Y/n couldn't stop thinking about their breakup. All of the feelings she previously keep bottled up and concealed were bubbling to the surface thanks to the unknown substance she was injected with.

"It's really fucked up what you did," she sighed.

"I know," he answered truthfully.

"It's even more fucked up how relieved I am that you're ok."

Steve peeled his eyes away from the ceiling and glanced over to her. Though he knew they were both still affected by the serum, he couldn't help but question whether she meant what she was saying.

"I used to think I wanted you to die," Y/n admitted honestly. "But then those Russians kept punching you and I just... I quickly regretted ever wishing that would happen."

She wanted to be vengeful and enraged, but it was hard to wish misfortune for someone she still cared an awful lot for.

"But, you know, I just... I still don't get why you did it," Y/n whispered. Despite spending so many sleepless nights reflecting on where it all went wrong, she could never figure it out. "I trusted you more than I trusted anyone."

She used to think the only person she could count on was herself, considering everyone she used to rely on was either dead or an unstable drunk. Steve was the only person she felt comfortable enough around to let her guard down completely and trust wholeheartedly. Y/n could have never fathomed the one person who knew her best would leave her heartbroken just like everyone else. Every time she tried to find something to pin the blame on, she found herself pointing her finger right back at her pitiful messed up heart.

"Did you... Did you not feel loved enough by me?"

It was the question that had been haunting her for weeks. If not for the truth serum, Y/n would have never uttered it aloud, unsure whether knowing the answer would do her any good. Steve thought about it for a second then spoke just as quickly as the realisation hit him.

"I didn't know what love was until I was with you."

For as long as he could remember, Steve had always been jumping through hoops to earn the validation of his peers. He once believed he needed to have the best hair, the best car and the keg stand record to feel seen and valued until Y/n very quickly proved him otherwise.

Steve never had someone who loved him quite the way she did: fiercely and unconditionally. Each time he told her he loved her, he couldn't help but feel startled when she said it back every single time. Y/n had seen every side to him, the best and the worst parts. He simply couldn't believe she loved him still until he had already gone and fucked it up.

***

August, 1985

"He wrote you a letter?"

Y/n felt a lump in her throat as a teary-eyed El held up the letter their dad had written to her. The older girl felt resentful and envious. There was not much either of them could say beyond that.

Despite her best attempts as appearing to be okay, El knew how much Y/n was hurting and wished she had more time in Hawkins to ensure her older sister would be ok. However, the sun was setting and the moving truck was already filled to the brim, ready for the journey to California.

Y/n thought hugging El one last time before waving goodbye to her and the Byers would be the hardest part, but it was by far the drive home. She had no one with her and no one waiting for her. All she had for company was the bitter feeling that came from realising everyone she loved was gone.

Her father was dead. The closest thing she had to a sister chose to move to a different state with another family overstaying in Indiana with her. Everyone she loved had abandoned her in one way.

Now all she was left with was the pack of beers her dad had stored in their refrigerator and an empty house. Y/n chugged her first bottle, hoping the alcohol would suffocate the quiet voice in her head, replaying the harsh words she spoke during her last argument with her father.

Before she could fall deeper into the wormhole, there was a knock at the door. After swinging it open, she found herself face to face with Steve, who held a pizza box in his hand and his car keys in the other.

"I thought maybe you could use some company," he spoke hesitantly.

After everything that happened when they left the bathroom stall, Y/n was quick to shut almost everyone out. Every attempt Steve made at getting her to open up was met with defensiveness and an aggressive reminder that he was a cheating scumbag. Even so, he knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't continue to try.

"Why are you here?"

Though her tone came off as annoyed, she was more surprised than anything else. Almost everyone had given up on trying to get through to her, yet there he stood in her front porch light, ready to give it another go.

"I know I messed up," Steve sighed wearily. "And I'm not expecting you to take me back or anything. I just... I just didn't want you to be alone."

He braced himself for another blowup and prepared himself to take whatever it was she needed to get off her chest and be ready to come back and try again the following day. However, she simply snatched the pizza box out of hand, placing it on the floor behind her before turning back to him and pulling him in for a hug.

Steve wrapped his arms around his waist and held her tightly, not letting go until he was certain she was ready to pull away. The quiet sobs she let out into his shoulders made it clear that would not be any time soon.

Just as well, there was no place else he wanted to be.

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.” 

*These fics won't be long because I am in a writers block. However I still want to do this so I am sorry in advance, but I do still hope you enjoy.

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Day 1: Finger Sucking (Tony Stark)                      

Day 2: Biting/Scratching (Peter Parker)

Day 3: Mirror Sex (Peter Pevensie)

Day 4: Cockwarming (Remus Lupin)

Day 5: Sleepy/Somnophilia (James Potter)

Day 6: Wax (Thor Odinson)

Day 7: Costumes;) (Fred Weasley)

Day 8: Nudes/Phone sex (Bruce Banner)

Day 9: Handcuffs (Loki Laufeyson)

Day 10: Caught (Edmund Pevensie)

Day 11: Threesome (Natasha Romanoff & Wanda Maximoff)

Day 12: Knife Play (Eddie Munson)

Day 13: Double Penetration (Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes)

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Started: 06 07 22

Last updated: 22 08 22

Key:  ✓ completed, ♥ ongoing,  ☾ angst,  ★ fluff, ♡ smut

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30 day challenge | Summary: Using a 30 day prompt challenge, a collection of drabbles will be written for various characters.  ♥  ★  ☾

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Supernatural 

Dean x Sam x Winchester reader 

Join the hunt | Summary: Ever want to be included in the show, as a Winchester? Wait no more. Follow y/a, Sam and Dean through 15 seasons of saving people, hunting things the family business. ♥  ☾

Dean x reader

Messy kinda love | Summary: The reader and the boys go on a vamp hunt.  ✓

Crushing (Part one) |  Part two | Summary: y/n has found Dean in a compromising position, Dean has found out about y/n’s crush. Not everything ends well.  ✓ ☾

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Creepy Crawly | Summary: The bunker protects the reader and the boys from evil. Well, not from all evil.  ✓  ★

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I love you | Summary: You had gone on a hunt alone, simple salt and burn. But when has a hunter’s life ever been simple?  ✓ ☾

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Stranger things (coming soon)

Eddie Munson X reader

Like marmite | Summary:  How you and Eddie became secret lovers, after being life long enemies. 18+  ✓ ★ ♡

“Good Morning”

Steve X GN Reader

Just literal, absolute, cotton candy fluff

The sound of Jarvis’s voice stirred you out of sleep. A groan escaped you as you opened your eyes, immediately shutting them again against the light.

“Jarvis, what is happening? What’s going on?” You ask, voice raw from sleep and thirst.

“You have a visitor at your door. Mr. Steve Rodgers is requesting entry.” Jarvis said through your speaker.

“Access granted.” You say as you yank the covers back up over your head. It was just Steve, he wouldn’t mind you liking cozy. You peak at the doors from behind you cover fortress and you arch as he walks in.

Wow. That truly never got old. Watching him, no matter what the mundane task, always took your breath away. He was beautiful. Today he wore a grey t-shirt and jeans which, of course, did wonders on his already wonderful body. His shoulders looked so wide you were surprised there was even enough shirt left to have make sleeves.

You smiled at him even though you weren’t sure if he could see it or not. He smiled at you and you felt warm. Steve was the best and his smile always made you feel infectiously happy. Despite your irritation with rousing from your slumber, he made it well worth it.

“Morning, Sunshine.” He said with his smile as he sat down. You felt the side of the bed sink where he sat to where your legs were now pressing against him under the covers. He placed a hand on what he hoped was your cover- clad hip.

“What time is it?” You said in a voice quickly loosing its irritated cadence.

“I wasn’t going to wake you hun but it’s 11:30 in the afternoon and I missed you.” He flopped himself down next to you and you were quickly yanked from your blanket cage and into his arms. Gods, you loved his arms- you loved being in them. It felt like the safest place in the world which might be true.

“I missed you too but I can”t breathe, Steve.” You choked out. His only response was lightly loosening his hold on you.

You lay in his arms as he presses kisses to the top of your head and your face, a blush splashing your skin at the fact you knew you never looked pretty first thing in the morning. You slept hard and you knew your hair was rivaling that of Mufasa’s and you probably had sleep lines on your face. At your attempt to bury your surely sleepy face in his chest he grabbed your chin. A pouty sound left your lips as he turned your face up to his in response.

“You look beautiful bug, don’t deprive me of my kisses.” He laughed knowing your insecurity was the only reason for your hesitation. He got like that when he was extra sleepy or frustrated about a mission. You had to have a serious talk to him in the past about still having intimate time together even if he felt inadequate about whatever danger you may be up against.

“Can’t we have kiss time after I shower at least?” You say it only half jokingly, still feeling worried.

A sly grin plasters that pretty face of his as he pulls you into his arms, whilst standing from the bed.

“Only if I get to help you.”

i'm trying to find a story where steve was in love with bucky's wife, bucky knows this and kind of "invites" steve to have some time with her too. someone help me

as much as steve loves it when you ride his cock, he loves it even more when he’s on top of you, hands gripping at your waist. he'd never admit it, but this man was absolutely pussy-whipped for you. the way your cunt squeezed at his cock made it feel like you were sucking him back in every time he as much as pulled out even an inch.

your cunt was perfect, he truly believed it was made for him - to eat out, to finger, to fuck with his big cock, and most importantly, to dump his load of cum into every time. he blessed the day you told him he could fuck you raw. the condoms did no justice to you - he was always left feeling disappointed when he couldn't watch the way his cum spilled out of you, instead being trapped inside the useless latex.

in hindsight, he knows he needs to be more careful when fucking you, but he didn't find himself caring too much at this point. he loved watching the way his cock disappeared into your puffy cunt, lips spread around the thickness of his shaft in a way that drove him insane. your moans and whimpers spurred him on, the sharpness of his thrusts causing your tummy and thighs to jiggle from the force.

he would watch the way his thumb rubbed at your swollen clit, your tits spilling slightly to the sides before bouncing in time with his hurried thrusts, wanting to see your fingers grip onto your tits, fingers tugging at your pebbled nipples.

when he would give a particularly harsh thrust, you'd cry out 'steve!' or - his favorite, as of late - 'daddy!'. when that name would spill from your lips, he would renew his vigor, his thighs tensing, sweaty, hairy chest on display as he would grind his hips against yours, watching as your eyes rolled back when the position would help rub against your clit, signifying your incoming release. he never could last long, especially not with the way your cunt clamped around his aching cock and knew he would be cumming soon right after -

"that's it, baby. cum for daddy, you know you want to." he'd say to you, and that's when he would be able to enjoy his new favorite pastime, watching as his cum slowly trickled out of your spent cunt, staining his bedsheets, before ultimately shoving his cum back inside your sensitive cunt with his fingers. as much as he loved watching it flow out, he loved knowing it was inside you even more. <3

You should be a bard

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Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader x Steve Harrington fanfiction

8,232 words

Eddie is sad about his D’n’D campaign coming to an end, so he decides to drag steve and the reader into creating a new one (against their knowledge). A joke is thrown about and eventually steve decides he has to prove himself.

Eddie was sitting next to you, turning an old guitar pick over in his hands after finding it in his jacket pocket. How he was wearing the leather jacket in the early summer heat was beyond you, but it didn’t matter. Finally giving up on the Walkman, you pulled the flimsy headphones off your head to sit around your neck, turning your head to look at Eddie.

Despite looking at him, you weren’t really paying attention, almost completely zoned out. Catching segments of one-sided conversation, you could hear Eddie complaining about something, intersected with moments of his old D’n’D campaign.

He takes a deep breath before falling silent, huffing in what sounds like disappointment. It’s the loud huff of breath that pulls you out of the trance that you had been in, staring at his face.

“You weren’t even paying attention, were you?” He doesn’t sound upset, rather a little amused.

“Would you hate me if I said I wasn’t?” Your sheepish confession caused him to pull his face into a fake scowl, supressing a chuckle.

You smiled back it him, turning to look at the skateboard that laid propped up on the curb next to you, taking notice of the peeling grip and making a mental note of needing to replace it later.

“How much longer do you think pretty boy is gonna take?” Eddie pokes at your arm while speaking, obviously desperate for your attention.

The stupid nickname makes you laugh a little, holding a hand to your mouth and trying not to let him see your face. You could hear the small, teasing chuckle that came from him as he leaned forwards to try and see your face. You knew a teasing comment was coming, so you quickly took a breath and sat back up, staring at him once again and trying to hold your mouth as still as possible.

“You pretending to be angry at me for making you laugh?” you have to tense your jaw to stop the smile that’s trying to pull through. “AH! I can see a smile! C’mon, don’t hold back, show me that smile.”

He reaches over, poking at your arm again, finally breaking your pathetic façade and cracking you into a smile.

“Ok ok, stop poking me, weirdo.” You swat at his hand, giggling a little as you push him away.

“Only if you answer my question,” His voice carries a smile as he continues poking you, getting in a slightly harder one before you finally manage to push him away.

“I don’t know Eds,” Despite trying to sound annoyed, it came off as more joking. You just couldn’t keep a straight face when talking to Eddie – especially when he was being so affectionately annoying.

He huffed, collapsing onto you, almost knocking you over with his body. Your hand shot out to press against the pavement on the opposite side of you, pressing into the uncomfortable concrete to hold yourself up.

“You gotta warn me before you do that Eds,” Now it was your turn to poke at him, squishing his cheek with the hand that wasn’t pressed against the concrete.

“Fine,” he mumbled, but didn’t move. In fact, he nuzzled his head into your shoulder, readjusting and getting comfy before relaxing almost completely. You took advantage of his relaxed state to push him off you.

“Hey!” he shouts, catching himself before he really falls at all, choosing to lean back on his elbows instead of pushing himself back into your personal space.

“That was rude!” He was staring at you with a look of dismay on his face, fake hurt. He was good at looking fake hurt, he was good at faking a lot of things. If it wasn’t for the fact that he hated conformity so much, you would’ve thought him a theatre kid.

Just before Eddie could open his mouth and shout at you again, someone walked out of the store behind you and cleared their throat. Eddie twisted his head backwards at an awkward angle, his adams apple protruding more than usual as he did. You twisted your body around, facing the person standing behind you, resting your hand on the concrete and getting ready to tell the person who just walked out that you weren’t causing any real problems.

Both of you were met by Steve, hands on his hips in that stance that you knew all too well. The “disappointed mother” as Eddie called it. You quickly noticed that he wasn’t wearing his work vest anymore, which meant he was off the clock.

“I would tell you two to be quiet, but I’m not getting paid, so I don’t care.” He stepped off the curb, walking round to stand in front of you and offering you a hand. “So, where we going?”

You take his hand, letting him pull you up. Eddie finally pulls his head up to look at Steve and you, taking notice of Steve’s lack of movement.

“You not gonna offer me a hand pretty boy?” Eddie smiles at him with that ever so flirtatious smile. Steve groans, rolling his eyes and stretching his hand out to Eddie.

“Thank you ever to much,” he speaks with a beautiful flourish, something you’ve only ever heard Eddie speak with.

“Shut your mouth Munson.” Steve pulls his arm sharply, forcing him to his feet in a jerk and making him stumble forwards before regaining his balance and staring at Steve’s face. Eddie and Steve stood staring at each other for a moment before Eddie walked past, gently shoulder checking Steve.

“We’re going to mine, get a move on.” Eddie spun on his heals, long brown curls bouncing around his face before settling on his shoulders. Steve scowled at him, but quickly fell into step with Eddie, something you were already doing.

Eddie managed to be incredibly fast, despite the fact he was walking backwards. You thought it was because of his long, gangly legs.

“You trying to leave us behind Eds?” You spoke in jest, laughing lightly when he looked at you.

“You really think I’d leave you and pretty boy behind, (y/n)?”

“The way you’re walking, I’d think so.” Your response makes Steve chuckle, and you puff your chest out in pride before quickly deflating.

“You-“

“One sec!” You turn tail and run, quickly realising you had left your skateboard on the curb outside Family Video. Luckily, by the time you scampered back, it was still there, so you scooped it up and turned to run back to the boys.

You noticed that they hadn’t stopped to wait for you, so you decided that you weren’t going to wait for them. In fact, Eddie had turned to face forwards, walking in in time with Steve. So, with a running start, you dropped your board onto the floor and stepped onto it. The momentum carried you for a moment but after a second you pushed yourself forwards, gaining speed and easily gliding past Steve and Eddie. You look back for a second, swaying slightly as you move and shooting them both a cheeky smile.

You come to a stop and kick your board up once you reach Eddie’s van, grabbing the end of it and spinning it a little. You watch as the boys get a little closer, raising your voice to call to them.

“C’mon you two! I thought you were in a hurry with the way you were walking Eddie!”

You get a shout back from Eddie about something that sounds vaguely like ‘and you didn’t want me to leave you behind’ while Steve giggled.

When they finally catch up, Eddie throws a lazy but rather hard punch to your arm, making you yelp.

“Hey! That was mean!”

“Skating off and leaving us behind was mean, what I did was justified.”

Eddie jumped into the driver’s side of his van, not giving you a chance before shutting the door and starting the engine. You try to run around the car as quickly as possible, intending not to get stuck in the middle seat, just about to grab the door handle as Steve shouts “Shotgun!”

“Ah fuck!” You slump a little, stepping away from the door as Steve pulls it open, gesturing for you to slip inside. You do slip into the van, pushing your board over the top of the seats and letting it fall into the back. Steve slides in next to you as you pull your seatbelt on and click it in.

“Don’t be sad (Y/n)! You got to sit in the window seat last time,” Steve says, clipping his seatbelt in as Eddie pulls out, starting the drive back to his.

“Yeah yeah, ok” You lean on Steve’s shoulder, trying to act as sad as possible to make him feel bad.

“Oh no don’t start moping, you know it makes me feel bad,” he mumbles, his voice all sad as he puts an arm around you. The rest of the drive is quiet, only the ambient sounds of the car and Eddie’s music filling the car.

By the time Eddie pulls up, you’ve stopped sulking and have picked yourself up off Steve’s shoulder, choosing instead to stare out the window. Eddie had to shove you gently to pull you out of your trance.

“You seem to be really out of it today, you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little out of it, like you said,” You speak with a chuckle, finally climbing out of the van, opting to leave your board in the back.

“Ok, as long as that’s it, now let’s go, I wanted to do something with you guys.”

“Always a man of mystery.”

You follow him to the door, Steve already waiting for him to unlock it so all of you can get inside. Eddie herds you both to the living room, ushering you into sitting down before running off to his bedroom.

“What do you think he’s up to?” Steve whispers, leaning over so you could hear him.

Eddie burst back in, holding a small stack of books and some sheets of paper.

“We’re designing DnD characters!” He quickly moves to put the books on the table, spreading them out to that each of the covers was visible, handing both you and Steve one of the three sheets he’s holding.

You can see the excitement on his face as he slides in next to you, beaming at you for a second before grabbing one of the books.

“My campaign is coming to its end soon, because the school year is ending and all. I really want to run another one and I wanted you two to be a part of it! So… I wanted to sit down with both of you so we could all design characters together!” everything in his voice carried excitement, especially as he tried his hardest to supress the massive grin that fought to be on his face.

“Eds, if you wanted to do this, all you had to do was ask,” you chuckle out, nudging him with your elbow and smiling at his enthusiasm.

Eddie reached forwards, grabbing one of the books and pulling it towards him, intending to use it to lean on more than anything seeing as he had read the thing cover to cover more times than you could count.

Before he could start scribbling on the page, both of you hear Steve clear his throat. Looking up, Steve’s lips were taught and pulled into a straight line, stiff and drawn in posture radiating awkwardness.

“Yeah? What’s up pretty boy?” Eddie was not rummaging around in his pockets for a pen, realising that he hadn’t brought one through with everything else.

“I don’t know how to make a character… I don’t know anything about DnD…” Steve trailed off a little as he spoke, trying not to seem stupid in front of his friends.

“Shit,” Eddie mumbled, picking up the book that had been abandoned on his lap, along with the sheet, getting up and moving to sit next to Steve. “Well then, let me help you.”

You watched both of them for a second, looking over as Eddie opened the book, showing Steve the races and pointing out which one would probably be easiest to handle for a first-time player. You rather quickly drown them out, grabbing a different book and lying down on the couch on your front. Slowly you started to fill in the sheet, starting with a name and taking a moment to consider race and class. You found yourself unable to go any further without the book Eddie was currently using, so you looked over to the both of them, watching Steve stare at the pages in confusion.

“Wait so… what?”

“You have to choose a class Stevie, so you can have special attributes.”

“No, I get that I just… How do I choose? Is there something I have to do? Is it about rolling a dice or…?”

“No, you just choose one you like, doesn’t matter how you choose it. But some classes do go better with some races-“

You chuckled, cutting Eddie off and causing him to stare at you. A look of ‘what’re you laughing at?’ on his face. You didn’t bother telling him, knowing it would go straight to his head if you said watching him explain something he liked was cute.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt just… Maybe Steve would suit a bard?” It was a joke you knew only Eddie would get. A look crossed Steve’s face as soon as Eddie started to laugh.

“What? What’s so funny?” Steve’s face looks as if its going a little red in embarrassment, looking quickly between you and Eddie, trying desperately not to be left out of the seemingly inside joke.

You’re chuckling finally dies down, and you smile at Steve, shaking your head at him and smiling more at his embarrassment.

“Don’t worry Steve, its ok. There’s just a bit of a joke in the DnD community that bards are… especially horny,” you spoke with unintended slyness, almost cackling when he looked shocked. You finally sat up, letting your legs fall apart and relaxing back into the sofa, placing a hand over your stomach. If you laughed anymore, you knew your stomach was about to hurt.

Steve had begun to see the humour in the situation, starting to snicker instead of sitting in embarrassment or anger. That was until Eddie lifted his arm up to rest his elbow on Steve’s shoulder, chuckling and saying something that made Steve embarrassed and angry all over again.

“I bet I’d make a better bard, they do have to be good at sex after all,” his voice carried with a laugh, purposely taunting Steve.

“I’ll have you know I’m great at sex,” Steve scoffed, standing up and placing his hands on his hips, staring down at Eddie.

“I bet you’ve never even eaten a girl out.” Eddie stood up, not one to let people push him around, standing chest to chest with Steve.

“I have, and I’m great at it.”

“Prove it.”

Silence fell over the room, you trying to hold back laughter, Steve standing in utter shock and Eddie with his chest puffed out.

“Wh-“ Steve started, before Eddie stopped him by holding a hand up.

“Prove it.” This time Eddie gestured towards you, arms sweeping out in a grand gesture. Steve’s eyes follow the movement and quickly meet yours. It stays like that for a second, both of you expecting the other to look away first, neither of you willing to let embarrassment get the best of you.

Steve won out however, when he moved to slot himself between your spread legs, leaning down to place his hands on your thihgs.

“Are you ok with this?” His voice was gentle, heavier than it normally would be. His hands slid slowly up your thighs, resting just above half way up. You could feel the pressure of his hands as he actually lent on them, holding himself up. You could also feel the heat rising to your face, the subtle burning in your cheeks daring you to break eye contact with Steve.

“Yes.” You weren’t even entirely sure what you were agreeing to, but you didn’t feel like you needed to. His large, warm hands on your upper thighs was enough to fog your mind and have you agree to anything he asked of you.

Steve looker over at Eddie for just a second, watching the mischievous glint that had previously been in his eyes disappear. His face dropped, reddening as Steve fell to his knees between your thighs. Slowly, his hands slid up the inside of your thighs, fingers teasing the seems of your jeans.

Steve’s fingers found the centre seem, resting right over your crotch. His thumb pressed down for a second, eliciting a gasp of surprise from you before sliding up to rest over your stomach, quickly finding the button of your jeans. It didn’t take a second for him to pop them open, showing smoothness that only came with practice.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You understood much better what Steve was asking of you now. He was going to prove Eddie wrong, and you were going to be involved. Your breathing got heavier, Steve’s hands sliding to your hips, hooking gently into the top of your jeans.

“Yes… Yes, I want to do this.” Your voice is soft as you speak, holding onto the sofa cushions the best you can.

There was no verbal response to what you said, only Steve’s gentle hands pulling down your jeans. His hands were large and warm as they pulled down the fabric, sliding it fully down your legs until he could take it and discard it next to him. Eyes once again look up to meet yours as he leans in, kissing your clit over your boxers. He let his tongue slip from between his lips, pressing it against you through the fabric before his hands once again reached up to your hips.

Large, slightly calloused fingers dip into the waistband of your boxers, pulling down the fabric in the same way he had pulled down the jeans.

Suddenly, you become acutely aware of the other set of eyes trained on your face. Eddie. Looking up, you find the deep brown eyes staring into yours, lot looking embarrassed to be caught staring. Hell, he looked positively enthralled. The presence of Eddie’s eyes on you helped you remember the situation you were in.

Eddie’s place, in his living room, only wearing a shirt. All while Steve sits between your legs and stares at your hot, bare cunt, ready to eat you out.

Slowly, Eddie began to move towards you – feeling almost like a predator with the hungry sparkle in his eyes. Yet he didn’t touch you. Instead, he laced his right hand into Steve’s hair, pulling his head back to stare down into his eyes.

“You hesitant big boy? Makes me think you haven’t done this before.” Even in this situation, Eddie couldn’t resist teasing Steve.

“I do know how to do this.” Steve, refusing to let Eddie be right, moved in until he was an inch away from your heat.

For a second, his breath fanned out over your cunt, making you shiver. Eddie’s eyes trained on your body didn’t help, making your face burn in embarrassment. You had to look away, turning your face to watch Steve, which was a mistake. He was staring at you, mesmerised by how you look.

“Obviously you’ve never done this before,” Eddie said, hand still tangled in the pretty brunette hair that belongs to Steve. No one could get a word in before Eddie pushed Steve’s mouth against your cunt. There was a second of silence where you felt as if Steve was going to pull away and shout at Eddie – but it didn’t happen. Instead, you felt a tongue push gently against your folds, tentatively exploring.

You look down, trying to meet Steve’s eyes only to find them completely closed. Everything on his face said he was loving this. So, you decided to do the same.

You let your eyes fall closed, revelling in the sensation of Steve’s face pressed against your cunt. His tongue started to slowly drag through your folds, starting at the bottom and pulling all the way up to the top. The warmth of his tongue pulled shudders from your body, thighs tensing up with each movement he made. Eventually, his tongue began dragging further up, pressing against your clit. The sudden attention to the sensitive bundle of nerves made your legs jolt, shooting up from next to Steve’s shoulders to pressing around his head.

Subtly, he started to move his face, almost rocking it up and grinding it against your cunt. Gentle moans fall from your lips at the feeling, his tongue dragging from bottom to top before he gentle circles your clit. He does his over and over, slowly creating a warm pool in your lower stomach.

Just as you could feel the pleasure building and become substantial, you felt Steve pull away.

Except it wasn’t Steve, it was Eddie. Eddie had kept his hand tangled in Steve’s hair the whole time and was now using his grip to pull him away from your cunt.

Steve opened his eyes, half lidded and blown with lust. His lips and chin glistened with your slip, lips slightly parted. You could hear this breathing, deep but not heavy or rushed. Everything about his face said he was loving it. Large hands slowly traced up the outside of your thighs, shaking slightly before reaching your hips. Slowly, fingers grip the soft flesh, and you realise Steve is trying to pull you closer. You shift slightly as he tugs on your hips, Eddie quickly pulling him away from you further.

“So… You gonna tell me if you’ve actually done this before?” Eddie leant down, crouching down to look at Steve’s face from the side.

Hazy eyes flicker to the right for a second, accompanied by the tightening on your hands on your hips. Steve looks as if he’s going to scowl with inpatients when he finally turns his ever so slightly so he isn’t looking at Eddie out of the corner of his eye.

“Once,” He forced out, voice stuck in his throat while he waited for Eddie to let go so he could please you once again.

“Guess ill just have to show you how to do it then.” Eddie, with a little force, pushed Steve’s face back into your cunt.

There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation before you felt a tongue on your clit once again. Pleasure shot up your spine, pulling a small, quiet moan from your lips.

Steve’s tongue was once again dragging gently through your folds. Pushing out further and further to indulge in you. You could feel his tongue teasing your entrance, slowly moving around it. The groans that resonated from deep in his throat pulsed pleasure out from your core, rolling in hot waves through your body. He started to roll his face against you again, moaning more as he does.

Steve’s hands massaged your hips, pushing into your soft flesh and pulling you closer, harder against his mouth. You link your ankles together, pulling them into his back to pull him closer against you. That’s when you feel his tongue slip into your entrance, teasing you and stretching into your cunt.

Your hand quickly dug into his hair, avoiding Eddie’s hand and pulling him into you. The gorgeous, gentle pleasure that pulled through your body had you rolling your hips into his face at the same time as his subtle movements. A knot starts to tie itself into your stomach as he continues, building more and more with each stroke of his tongue.

All it takes for you to reach a point of ecstasy is for an especially throaty moan from Steve, the vibration carrying through and into your clit. Your thighs pull around his head, keeping him pressed against your cunt.

Steve finally pulls away from your cunt, taking long, deep breaths and looking into your eyes with his own deep, brown ones.

“Well than big boy, guess you do know how to eat pussy.” Eddie smirks, stroking Steve’s hair in an uncharacteristically caring way.

“I told you I could…” Steve was stroking your hips, gently rubbing his thumbs over your soft hips. Slowly you began to come down from your high, starting to even out your breathing, letting your eyes flutter shut only to be interrupted by the slow drag of calloused fingertips up your thighs.

“Don’t relax yet, its my turn.” Eddie’s voice dripped with mischief and heat, especially as he hung over you, hair falling to frame his face.

Steve didn’t hesitate, instantly pulling himself out from between your legs, although his hands lingered on the soft flesh of your thighs. However, as soon as Steve’s hands left your body they were replaced with Eddie’s, who had already dropped to his knees and shuffled between your legs.

You look down at him, settled between your legs and smiling up at you with that almost ever-present mischievous smirk on his face. He pressed the side of his face into your inner thigh, you could feel the mild prickling of stubble against the sensitive skin.

Just as you were about to say something to Eddie, something snarky in an attempt to throw him off, he placed a gentle kiss against your thigh. Then another and another. Slowly, he began to make his way up your legs, humming gently with each kiss. Small vibrations trickled from his lips into your thighs, pulling the smallest moments of miniscule pleasure from you.

He kept kissing upwards, further and further towards your core. Eventually his hands came to join in, splaying open across your inner thighs. Once again you could feel the callouses, dragging across the skin.

All of a sudden, Eddie was pushing your legs apart, almost painfully far. Then he was indulging on you, lips and tongue moving in a synchronized rhythm though your already soaked folds. Instantly, a high-pitched moan was pulled from your throat, head being pulled back and eyes scrunching shut.

If it wasn’t for the fact it happened so fast, you would’ve reached out and grabbed eddies hair. But you had no time to do that as the pleasure sunk deep into your body, so instead you grabbed the closest things to you – Steve’s thigh and the edge of the couch.

The world seemed to fall away around you for a second before you were back to reality, consumed by the pleasure of the man between your legs. His tongue moving quickly to tease your entrance, pilling away to find your clit for a second before going back to it.

When you looked down, he didn’t look like Steve had just moments before. His brows were furrowed in concentration, almost making him look concerned. But you knew he was loving it, especially when his hands dug into your thighs, gripping them and holding them open further so he could get more access.

His right hand left your thigh, removing a weight you didn’t know you found so comforting until it was gone. As soon as the thought passed, you realised he was stretching his arm up towards your face, two fingers pointing directly at your face. You know what he wanted.

Doing your best to lean forwards, you open your mouth and let his pointer and middle finger slide into your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan around them, sucking gently and swirling your tongue around them. Taking special care to drag your tongue over the pads.

Slowly, he pulled his saliva-coated fingers from your mouth, a small string of spit connecting them to your shining lips. Quickly, he brings his hand back down, careful not to bump anything with the wet fingers.

Once his hand is back next to his head, the back of his hand resting against your thigh, he pulls away from your pussy. You crane your neck to look at him as he does, watching him stare at you with almost crossed eyes because of how close he is.

Carefully, he takes the wet fingers and pressed the tips against your entrance. Pleasure is already starting to tingle outwards from your core, and it only grows once he slides one finger into you. A small mewl spills from your lips as he drags it against your walls, pulling it out almost as quickly as he had pushed it in. There wasn’t a moments hesitation however, as he gently eased his finger back into you, only this time it was accompanied by the second one. Experimentally, he dragged them across your walls, palm turned towards to sky. You were beginning to moan louder, feeling gravity starting to tug on your head in an attempt to once again pull it back to rest on the coach. And you were about to give in, until you caught a glimpse of Eddie looking up at you. His almost black eyes were staring into your own, unreadable expression on his face as he kept thrusting his fingers into you.

You felt a soft pressure pushing up against your walls, finding your sweet spot almost immediately and causing a loud moan to spill from your lips. With that, Eddie let his eyes drop back down to where his fingers were now buried inside you. It didn’t take long for him to close his eyes, pressing his mouth back against your dripping core and finding your clit with his tongue.

He swiftly set a pace, natural and soft despite the atmosphere. His fingers continued to curl up and into that soft, sweet spot while his tongue found your clit, rolling over it in tight circles. Moans were flowing freely into the air, intersected by mumbled of his name that never reached completion.

Gradually, the hand that had been gripping the edge of the sofa cushion moved to dig its way into Eddie’s hair, pulling some of the mass of curls away from his face. You could feel him moaning against you, the quiet rumbling in his throat just adding to the pleasure of the sensation.

You could feel yourself quickly approaching the edge, legs beginning to tremble – almost jump – with every tiny circle drawn over your clit. The fingers inside you started to pick up pace and curled with a little more force.

With one final groan from Eddie, you finally tipped over the edge, gripping his hair in a feeble attempt to keep yourself grounded. Everything felt as if it was falling away for a second, especially with your eyes scrunched shut.

The feeling of Eddie removing his fingers from your sensitive cunt is what pulled you back to reality, reminding you that you were in fact on his sofa, beside Steve – who’s thigh was still grasped in your hand.

Steve’s hand came to cover yours, pulling it up from his thigh in favour of tangling his fingers with yours. It didn’t take him long to start running his thumb in small arches over your hand. The sensation was comforting and, after the experience you just had, was pulling you further and further towards the cradle of sleep.

And you’re sure you would’ve drifted off had it not been for Eddie standing from between your legs, gripping your face with his left hand and pulling you to look at him. Far to close to nodding off to ask him what he was doing, you just sat in stunned silence. Apparently, that’s what he wanted, as he leaned forwards to kiss you, pressing soft lips against your own. Not even a second later you started kissing him back, moving in tandem with him, relaxing into the sensation.

You could feel the still wet fingers of his right hand against your thigh, especially as he gripped it. His hand moved almost as if he was massaging your thigh, running thumb over the inside of it. You could feel him moving closer, moving to press his body against yours.

The hand that had been holding your face moved to cup the back of head, tilting your face up into the kiss even more. It was sweeter than you had expected it to be, soft and gentle – something you hadn’t expected form Eddie.

When he pulled away, his eyes were fuzzy and blown wide, staring into your own. He was beautiful. Once again you were wide awake, staring at the man in front of you, finally coming to notice the hard on pressing against your crotch.

“Take it you want something else?” You hum quietly, reaching up to brush his hear out of his face, looking between his eyes.

“If you want it too, then yes.” It didn’t take him a second to answer, and he was already slowly rocking his hips into yours, causing pleasure and heat to once again pool between your legs.

You didn’t answer, instead pulling him back into a much harder kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging a hand into his hair, letting the other rest on his shoulder. His right hand moved quickly to his hip, desperately trying to unbuckle his belt.

Your hands pulled away from where they were sat and glide down his body, coming to rest once you’ve hooked your fingers into the hem of his jeans. You pull him closer using the hold on his jeans, only then brushing your fingers towards the buckle.

You struggle a little, but eventually undo the buckle, pulling the belt free from his jeans and throwing it aside. Making quick work of the button and zipper, you unwrap your legs from his waist and tug the jeans down his legs.

Only then do you hear the sound of a soft, strangled moan. Eddie pulls away from the kiss, looking to his right. Steve looks shameful, keeping his face tilted towards the ceiling all while his right hand was stuffed down his pants. You could see the movements, he was trying to pump his fist around his cock but was struggling with such little room.

“You want a go Stevie boy?” Eddie smirks as he speaks, the normal teasing flare seeping back into his voice with every passing second. “You want to get your dick wet?” He stands from between your legs, leaning over to hold Steve’s face and turn it to look at his own. From the look In Steve’s eyes, you could tell he was desperate for Eddie to do something, initiate something.

Eddie’s face was inches away from Steve’s, you were almost sure they were going to kiss. But Eddie pulls away, moving from between your legs and standing to your left.

“Get up then Steve,” His voice was commanding, ordering Steve to stand up. He gestured to the space in front of you, in front of him, waiting for Steve. Steve didn’t hesitate, hurriedly standing and almost stumbling over his own feet to get there.

As soon as Steve was in the right place, Eddie dropped to his knees – producing an almost painful sound – and beginning to expertly undo the tight jeans that were almost painfully restrictive. Eddie didn’t bother to pull down just his jeans, instead pulling down his boxers too and freeing his dick straight away.

You marvelled at it, thick and relatively long, easily 7 inches – probably more. And you were going to have that inside you. Fuck.

Eddie was face height with it, his eyes blown wide and mouth hanging open slightly.

“I knew you were packing but this? Should’ve said something before, would’ve got bigger condoms,” Eddie murmured, getting back on his feet and walking away towards his room. Steve stood in front of you with his pants around his ankles.

“Fucking hell.” Was all you could get out, mumbling under your breath as you stared at his cock.

“What?” He seemed a little worried, staring at you with a little concern. “Don’t… You don’t like it?...”

“Don’t?... God Steve that is the wrong impression. It’s just… big, is all.” You smile up at him as Eddie finally reappears, condom in hand.

“You gonna put it on, or should I?” Eddie’s voice is sultry, and you realise he had ditched his shirt while he was in his room, now only adorning his boxers.

Steve stuttered but held his hand out after a moment of hesitation, almost as if he wanted to flirt back, wanted to tell Eddie to do it. The nail-polish laden fingers of Eddie pressed the foiled wrapped item into his hands. Steve fumbled for a second, ripping open the packaging and rolling it onto his stiff cock.

Hands wrapped around Steve’s waist, twisting his body towards you – Eddie’s hands. His chin rested on Steve’s shoulder as he guided him forwards. Once both men were situated between your legs you could hear Eddie whispering directly in Steve’s ear.

“You knew I liked them. I told you. I told you just how much I liked them but here we are. You’re going to fuck them first, get your dick wet first.” As Eddie spoke, Steve began to once again fist his cock – slowly but methodically moving his hand around himself. “You got to eat them out first, hear them moan because of you first and now this? God Steve, you’re lucky you’re hot.”

Steve let out a small, almost non-existent moan. He began to line his cock up with your sensitive cunt, pushing forwards as Eddie guided his hips, sliding in easily despite his girth. The drag of his cock eliciting a long, throaty moan from you.

“Fuck,” Steve whispered, trailing off as he looked at your face. Everything about him said adoration, absolute pleasure and adoration.

He slowly began to move, Eddie’s hands still on his hips, trying to find a pace that was good for the both of you. Only now were you begging to realise how overly-sensitive you, the feeling of him inside you almost making you squirm.

Whimpers were starting to be tugged from your throat, spurring Steve to move faster. His hands finding your hips, just about moving you in time with his thrusts, bouncing you ever so slightly.

Eddie moved away, standing to the side before falling onto the sofa, watching the both of you keenly. His hand fell down to his stiff cock, palming himself through his dark green boxers.

The combination of Steve’s thrusting and the look on Eddies face had you moaning loudly, throwing your head back and not worrying about your volume.

Your hands were on Steve’s shoulders, pulling him in and mumbling things that he couldn’t comprehend. But it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the pleasure. One hand moved to dig into the back of his hair, tugging it and pulling him into a rough kiss. You couldn’t keep your mouth closed, moaning into the kiss and feeling him slide his tongue into your mouth.

Soon enough, both of you were moaning in unison, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You could feel yourself nearing your third orgasm as he approached his first. Neither of you were going to hold on much longer. He was moaning more, messily breaking the kiss to moan your name. You couldn’t help but moan his, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist.

Steve quickly gripped your thighs, keeping them tightly wound around his waist, his hips only moving faster yet more out of rhythm. He finally pulled away from the kiss, burying his head into the crook of your neck instead.

“Fuck Steve!” you shout, squeezing your thighs around him and cumming again, the overstimulation finally setting in and causing you to whine and mewl sharply.

Steve wasn’t far behind, hips stuttering as he came, riding out his orgasm with gentle thrusting. You were starting to feel tears brimming in your eyes, even the gentle thrusting becoming too much.

“Shit, Steve-“ You gasp, pushing at his shoulders now, trying to get him off of you, legs shaking and breathing becoming hard.

He seemed confused, looking down at you and slowly pushing his torso up. His hips still as he looks at you, concerned.

“Are you ok?” He trails off as he speaks looking down your body only to look back up and meet your eyes a second later. “Do you want me to get off of you?”

You nod, whining, pushing gently at his shoulders. Yes, the pleasure is immaculate but you need a break. He pulls out of you, stepping out from between your legs and holding your face gently. He seems concerned, but it lessened when you nuzzled your face into the palm of his hand.

“Was it too much?” He wanted to make sure you were ok, and you were. Shaking your head, he seemed satisfied, finally standing fully to pull the spent condom off. He tied the top into a tight knot and walked off to find the bin.

That’s when Eddie took his chance, sliding up next to you and pulling your head to his chest. The sound of his heart beat, the gentle breathing, had you relaxing against him. You wanted to fall asleep. To drift off against the man who was cradling your nearly shaking form. Especially as his hands started to threat through your hair, started to rub and massage your scalp.

“Do you want anything?” He asked in a hushed voice, still petting your hair, still holding you close.

“You,” You mumbled, still calming down but desperate for Eddie’s touch.

“Sweetheart, you need a break.” He planted a kiss on the top of your head, using his hand to pull you against his face. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m not worried, I want you.” You look up at him, stare flickering between his eyes and his lips. You were desperate for his touch. “Please, Eddie, I want you.”

Eddie hesitated, the hand that hadn’t been in your hair hovering over your bare hip. Everything about him was desperate, wanting to grab you, push you down onto the sofa, use you, make you feel good.

“Safe word?” it was barely audible, but you hear it, especially with his mouth so close to your ear.

“Red.” Was all you could get out before you were pressing your lips against his. They were just as soft as before, just as intoxicating.

He began to push you down, guiding you onto his sofa, still kissing you. A hand was supporting your back while the other cradled your face. Everything was so gentle and sweet, once again Eddie was acting like a man you had never met before.

Your rough, brash, enthusiastic Eddie had melted away. Showing you the soft, gentle man underneath. But you didn’t have time to think about how much you loved it as Eddie’s hand slid out from behind your back. He was wiggling, attempting to remove his boxers from his hips without pulling away from your kiss.

Before you had a chance to reach down in an attempt to help, Eddie was shoving his boxers down just enough to free his cock. You could feel it rubbing against your slick, his hips slowly rocking to run it against your cunt.

“Let me go get a condom,” Eddie mumbled against your lips, pushing himself off of you. But you pulled him back in, kissing him again.

“Fuck it, I’m on birth control.” You looked straight into his eyes, a look in your eyes that you hoped he understood as ‘you can still go get one if you want to’.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t move, in fact he started to rock his hips again.

You just nodded and pulled him into a kiss once again, humming against his lips. The head of his cock was now starting to rub directly against your clit, especially with the soft, sharp thrusts that he was using.

After a few more thrusts, Eddie got tired and reached down, lining himself up and pressing the head of his cock against your entrance. He pulled away to look at you, straight into your eyes, something behind those dark brown pools was so soft. He didn’t look away as he pushed into you, slowly but surely bottoming out in you. You could feel him pushing your limits, pressing as far into you as he could.

“Fuck,” you whispered, out of breath from the feeling already. It was amazing.

“You ok?” He mumbled, now cupping your face with both hands. The slight callouses on his hands brought more comfort than they should’ve.

“Please… Move…” you mumbled, reaching up to hold the back of his head.

He nodded, rocking his hips at first, slow and steady. His hands moved, sliding down to your hips and holding them gently.

It didn’t take long before he started to speed up though, thrusting faster and finding an almost brutal pace. His cock was felt like it was pushing further and further into you. A delicious, building friction that pushed up and up. Your moans grew louder with every thrust, your moans of his name breathy and whiney.

He buried his face into your neck, panting slightly, gripping your hips tighter and pulling them upwards and towards his. You could feel yourself curling upwards as Eddie pulled your body. He was thrusting ever harder, groaning your name and mumbling something about pleasure. You didn’t bother to try and figure out what it was though, to consumed with your own pleasure to even attempt to decipher what he meant.

The heat was building in your stomach, a tightening pleasure that was shutting down your higher brain functions. The only thing you could do was moan, beg for him to keep going, beg for him not to stop. The perfect pleasure was just overwhelming, your sensitive cunt barely being able to take anymore.

Eddie’s thrusting finally drives you over the edge, forcing your back into a sharp arch as your hands fly down to grip at the fabric of the sofa. The slightly course fabric scrunched under your tight grip as your orgasm washed over you.

Eddie didn’t stop thrusting, riding through the pleasure of your orgasm with you. There wasn’t a chance to come down from the pleasure, especially not as Eddie was now only chasing his own.

His thrusts were now becoming sloppy, fast and punching but completely unrhythmic. He was drawing ever closer to his orgasm.

He pulled out, dropping your hips and giving you reprise from the relentless overstimulation. But he didn’t stop pleasuring himself. Instead he began to fist his dick, grunting as his hips snapped forwards in a pathetic attempt to match the rhythm of his pumping fist.

His orgasm finally comes, a sharp moan rising from deep in his chest as he makes a mess all over your chest – still covered by your shirt.

Once he was done, thighs no longer twitching and breath evening out, he fell back onto his haunches. Kneeled between your legs, he looks down at you and smiles – that same soft smile from earlier.

“C’mere, lets get that off you,” he speaks with a smile, reaching over to slide his hands under your shirt. You let him slide it off of you, raising your arms and watching him discard the ruined shirt to the side.

Only now did you realise Steve was standing to the side, having pulled his boxers back on. He padded over, gentle as ever and slid his arms under your shaking body. He pulled you up, pressing you to his chest.

“Take ‘em to my room,” Eddie spoke, already starting to clean up the living room as Steve walks away. “Get them a pair of my boxers and a shirt.”

Steve sets you on Eddie’s bed, atop his blanket and silently starts to shuffle around the room, attempting to find a clean pair of boxers and a shirt. It takes him a minute but he finds one eventually.

You reach out to take it but he ignores you, rolling the t-shirt in such a way that would ley him slide it onto your body easily. There was no point fighting, so you held your arms out and let his dress you. He slides the boxers on to, taking a moment to kiss your clothed shoulder before he stands.

Eddie then joins you, smiling at you as he puts on music, making sure to pick something that isn’t too loud or jarring. He jumps onto his own bed, bouncing on the mattress slightly.

“We’ll then Steve.” He smirks, pulling back the blanket to slide under it, pulling the both of you under with him. “I’d say you’re defiantly worthy of being a bard.”

A soft chuckle comes from the man now on the other side of you as he wraps his arm around your waist, lying down and cuddling you close to him.

“After this, I’d be offended if you said I wasn’t.”

Cock Blocking

Steve Harrington x reader

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You and Steve started dating four months ago. Both of you decided to keep it a secret mainly due to your little brother, Dustin Henderson. The two of you knew that Dustin would throw a huge fit if he found out one of his closest friends was dating his sister. So you’ve been keeping it a secret lately though it's becoming increasingly harder. Every time the two of you are about to be intimate Dustin interrupts either by banging on the door or calling him over the walkie-talkie. It was driving the two of you crazy. 

Tonight Dustin was having a sleepover over at Mike’s leaving you hope you may actually get laid. You snuck out of the house and over to Steve’s. As soon as you walked through his front door his lips were on yours. Bumping into the walls as you made your way to his bedroom. He picks you up once you were up the stairs carrying you to his bed. His lips were all over body , little sounds of pleasure leaving your lips. “God I missed you it’s been ages since I’ve felt you” Steve groaned against your chest. You nodded your head in agreement. 

Meanwhile outside in the bushes at Steve's house stood Dustin, Max, and Lucas. They shared a single pair of binoculars between the three of them. The bush scraped against Max’s legs making her cuss under her breath. “Remind me again why we are snooping around Steve's backyard.

Dustin rolled his eyes grabbing the binoculars from Lucas so he could peer through Steve's bedroom window. “He's been acting weird and I want to know why” Dustin looked through the binoculars watching Steve come into view. Steve only had his boxers on his hair tousled slightly. “Jesus Steve’s harry he needs to shave” Lucas grabbed the binoculars peering through them to see Steve’s harry chest

“Some girls like that,” Lucas muttered. It looked like Steve was talking to someone but he couldn’t tell from here. 

“Let me see '' Max pushed her way to Lucas pushing him out of the way and grabbing the binoculars to take a look for herself. She didn’t say anything making both boys blush. As Max is watching she sees a hand pop up grabbing Steve and pulling him back to the bed. Max's eyes widened in horror even more when she saw you pop grabbing a box off his desk before moving out of sight. You and Steve are having sex and sees watching. With that realization she turns away pulling the binoculars down.

“What's the matter?” Dustin asks, the girl can’t help but blush not looking at him. She already knew how he was going to react. “Let me see” he went to grab the binoculars but she quickly moved away not wanting him to risk seeing anything.

“I found out what's up with Steve” Dustin nodded, eager to find out what's the matter. “He’s seeing someone” both boys told her to continue. She hesitantly did “Its Y/n” both boys' mouths fell agape.

“No, are you sure let me see” she moved once more. 

“You don’t want to see” Dustin gave her a confused look until he saw her face. He finally understood what she meant and he was fuming as he made his way out of the bushes heading straight for the front door. Max and Lucas tried to stop him but he was determined banging on the front door till Steve opened the door. 

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You hand Steve the box of condoms waiting for him to put one on. He makes quick work of it tossing the box to the side before slipping the condom on. His tip was grazing your entrance. You were so ready for him. Right as he was pushing into you banging sounded at the front door. Steve and you both let out a cry, the two of you both frustrated. The banging didn’t stop, so Steve reluctantly got out of bed heading for the front door. He gathered his clothes till he was fully dressed. He was pulling the door open while putting on his shirt. His movement stopped when his eyes locked on Dustin and his friends. 

Of course it was Dustin who else it would be. He was about to ask what was up when Dustin pushed past him heading right up his stairs. Steve tried to get him to stop but it was pointless he wasn’t listening. Dustin was seeing red when he slammed open Steve's bed and found you laying in it with Steve's shirt on. Your eyes widened in horror at the sight of Dustin and his friends. “What the hell are you doing here you're supposed to be at a sleepover” you spoke first. 

“What are you doing here?” Dustin counters. His eyes are taking in the scene and when he sees the box of condoms he blows. He turns to Steve “You're sleeping with my sister!” Steve couldn’t help the blush on his cheeks, he had no idea what to say. You and Steve were trying to keep it from Dustin and now that he knew he had no idea what to say. “Is no one going to answer me”

“Yes me and Steve are dating” you finally answer

The shock was evident on his face “How long have you been dating” 

“Four months”

“Four months you’ve been dating Steve for four months and you haven't told me.” You just nodded your head. This was not going as planned as you had thought how to tell Dustin for a while and this was never one of the ways. “Why didn’t you tell me” hurt laced his voice. 

“We were going to” Steve interjected. 

“What were you even doing here?” you changed the subject confused how he even found out. 

“Maybe you should close the window before having” he made a hand gesture between you and Steve. Unable to say the word. 

“Oh my god, you were peeping through the window, what's the matter with you” you could not believe your brother is a peeping tom. 

“It's not like that we just wanted to see what's wrong with Steve now we know he sleeping with my Sister”

“It's not like that” Steve was trying to diffuse the situation but Dustin was having none of it. 

“I can’t believe this,” Dustin muttered under his breath. 

“Dustin this doesn’t concern you, okay I get your shock but me and Steve's relationship doesn’t have anything to do with yours guys” Dustin didn’t say anything he just stood there staring you down. 

“This is not happening, we're leaving” He grabbed your arm trying to pull you out of the room. You resisted him keeping yourself planted on the bed. 

“Dustin I love you but I’m not going, you and your friends need to leave”

“I’m not leaving you here”

“I’m not dying I’m just getting laid” Dustin covers his ears along with the other two kids. Steve's face was red at the statement. 

“Don’t say that you're my sister” 

“And you Dustin are the biggest Cock block in the whole world” You can hear Max giggle in the background. 

“What are you talking about” 

“Every time me and Steve are about to.. You interrupt” Dustin smiled at the knowledge, happy to have stopped you two. 

“Its time to go now“ Dustin reiterated, You got off the bed making Dustin think you were leaving with him. Instead you grab Steve's hand and lead him over to the bed sitting him down on it before climbing into his lap. All three kids' eyes widened at the action. Placing a small kiss on Steve's lips you turn to look at the three of them. “Me and Steve are about to go back to what we were doing so unless you want to see that I suggest you leave” Dustin doesn’t move staring you down daring you to make a move. You accept his challenge, grabbing the hem of his shirt you start pulling it off him. Steve made a move to stop you when his stomach was on show for everyone. You didn’t stop, you weren't going to be the person to give up and you weren't  Dustin turned around and headed right out the door Lucas and Max following behind him. “Lock the door on your way out”

You turn back to Steve kissing his lips once more. Your hands trailing down his front removing your shirt. In a few seconds the two of you are back in sync, Steve and you are both naked. He reaches for the box pulling out another condom before slipping it on. He froze before entering you waiting for the knock at his door or the static sound of the walkie-talkie. When he was greeted with silence he smiled before thrusted into making both of you let out a needy moan. 

Designated Driver

Steve Harrington x Reader

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The party was winding down when Steve started making his way through the house searching for the three of you.

Eddie was the easiest to find, his laughter sounding loudly throughout the living room. As he walked closer the smell of weed filled the air, making him grimace. “Come on Eddie we're going home” Steve called, Eddie just nodded giggling as Steve dragged him to the car. He sat him in the backseat telling him he would be back in a minute. Eddie just nodded sprawling out, his eyes already closing. 

He finds Robin next sitting on the kitchen counter snaking on a large bag of chips. It doesn't take much to get her to the car, all he did was grab her chips. Eddie barely reacted to the girl sliding into the backseat. Just like Eddie, she slumps against the seat, still munching on her chips. 

You are harder to find, he searched the entire house for you. He began to worry when he couldn’t find you. Before he went into a full-blown panic attack he found you sitting by the pool. Gently splash the water with your feet. You smiled when Steve walked up to you, “Hi Stevie” a little wave accompanied your words.

He can’t help but smile back at you, “Hey, you feeling alright?” you nod your head very enthusiastically. 

“Of course, I feel amazing, I’m having so much fun the water feels amazing you should join me.” 

“Maybe another time, right now I need to get you guys back to the house.” you pouted a little before sighing. Pulling yourself out of the water, you grab your shoes before making your way back to Steve. 

“Carry me?” you make the cutest grabbing hands at him, how on earth could he refuse you? He picks you up smiling as you tightly wrap your arms around him, pushing your face against his neck. 

“Hey, that’s not fair” Eddie whines when Steve sets you into the front seat. 

“Yeah you made us walk” Robin adds. You just chuckle a little, turning yourself so you're facing them.

“It’s because I’m Steve's favorite” You look at Steve locking eyes with him as he buckles you into your seat. “I’m your favorite right?” Steve just chuckles, nodding his head just barely making your smile grow. 

The car ride is silent, the three of you passing out almost instantly. Robins' is the only one that wakes up when he pulls into the driveway. He takes her in the house first followed by Eddie who he had to basically carry into the house.

You're much less of a hassle to carry. As he picks you up you groggily lift your head and look around. Steve's voice draws your attention, whispering a soft “Go back to sleep”. At his words you let your head fall back to his shoulder, tightening your grip around his neck. You're almost back to sleep when he sets you on the bed. You can’t help but whine when he pulls away from you, missing his warmth. 

“I’ll be back, I'm just grabbing some clothes for you” he helped you into more comfortable clothes. He followed suit, dressing in pajamas before climbing into bed next to you. “Goodnight” Steve closes his eyes ready for sleep to take him. Only to open his eyes again when he feels you shift beside him. 

You place a soft kiss against his lips, “Thank you for taking care of me tonight Steve”

“I’ll always take care of you”

You smile letting your head rest against his chest. “I love you Steve, goodnight” He places a small kiss on the top of your head, a soft ‘I love you too’ leaving his lips before he falls asleep. 

@ Steve Harrington

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Category: just fluff

Warnings: none.

Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.

A\N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so I hope that it isn't to shaggy. Please write your criticisms in the coments so that i can know how i did.

(I swear to God, finding a good picture on Pinterest for this dude is hell)

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When scalding hot water touched her skin, she declared herself to officially be in heaven. The stale muscles began to slowly soften and the warm water turned dirty of how much grime had been stuck on her body. It was unusual for her to let it get this far without showering, but the mission that she and Steve Rogers had been entrusted had gone completely haywire, ending up postponing their return to the tower by four days.

That was why the shower wasn't her own. It belonged to a small, simple, pallid hotel that Steve had found outside of North Vancouver, Canada. Both her and Steve had agreed to leave for home tomorrow instead since neither of them trusted each other to have the mental strength and stability to drive a car.

(name) knew that some or later she would have to step out of the humid and hot shower, and face the maladroit situation on the other side of the white door. The maladroit situation being the doubled-sized bed that was so efficiently placed on the wall. And a doubled-size bed didn't look so doubled-sized with Captain America laying in it.

Also, the way that the warm water enveloped her raw, chill body comforted her, so naturally she wished to go to sleep in that warmth for the night.

Though it didn't seem like a good plan in case Steve would wake up the next morning to a dead, but warm body in the gray tiled shower. So she turned off the shower and gripped one of the hotel's towels on the other side. Wiping her feat first, she stepped out and began the process of drying herself, brushing her fuzzy-feeling teeth, dressing, and trudging out of the steaming bathroom.

She was unpleasantly taken back when she felt chill air start to creep inside her clothes and realized that it was as cold inside the room as it was outside the old, curtainless window. But it wasn't anything that she could change about it so she only continued to track down in the small, dark hall that the bathroom was connected to. There was a wall that broke the room up in twos, but no door, only a big opening in the wall.

As quietly as possible, she navigated into the sleeping area, where the lights were already of. She saw Steves's suit hanging lazily over a chair with his helmet sitting on the cushion, and she came to remember that her own was thrown on the floor of the bathroom. But the feeling of being too tired to care, and also her toes going numb made her turn to the bed. Only to see Steve already pleasantly asleep with his body covered in the duvets and soft snores coming from his nose.

(Name) didn't have to hold back the adoring smile with Steve already sleeping. She didn't have to obtain the veneer of the profession to hide the love that she held in the most secret place of her heart.

Carefully, she sat down in bed beginning to slip under her part of the duvet.

Her head fell against the headboard, and she let herself bask in the feeling of calm. There was no need to check under the bed for people, no need to search for cameras or hidden windows in the mirror. No anxiety troubled her, making her nauseous and unable to sleep. She was never courageous enough to disturb Steve with her troubles since she was well aware that he needed his rest as much as she did.

But she didn't feel that stress tonight.

She slowly slipped completely under the covers, and let herself get lost in thoughts. It was almost exciting to have such a pretty human being curled up at her side. And it was comforting to know he would always be there to protect her, even if it wasn't because of the romantic love. She hoped that he felt the same comfort with her.

"Goodnight Steve". She whispered, and let her fingertips glide loosely on the side of his face, before closing her own eyes, knowing that Steve was right there with her.

Not knowing about the small shy smile that was present on his face as she let herself fall asleep.

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Cold. That was all she could decipher. Cold, and maybe ice? Her toes surely felt like they'd gone to ice. Never in her life had she been feezing as much as now. She pulled the sheets closer around herself and tried to crawl up into a small ball in an attempt to keep the warmth in and cold out. But her tries were useless and she began to feel jealous of the warmth that Steve was blessed with just because he was a big, strong soldier with super strength.

The big, strong soldier that probably radiated with body heat if you would get close enough.

She felt helpless and therefore decided to test her theory about radiating body heat. Her body was genuinely one millimeter away from ending up on the floor, and her back was against Steve so she had no interpretation of how close he was. But she slowly started to squirm backward, and she didn't get far before she felt two things. One is a faint feeling of warmth. Two, her waist accidentally laying itself over a hand. She froze and held her breath, but Steve seemed to be sleeping as peacefully as he did before. Deciding to take another approach, she turned her body to the other way, making her back face the window instead of Steve. But ended up with her eyes wide open and facing his bare chest.

She dared to look up at his face, and her mouth opened lightly with a breath of air at the angel face that she saw. A dawning realization set itself in the room, a realization that this passion for the captain could become a problem in the future. But not at the moment.

Carefully, she maneuvered his hand closer to his own body so that she could get the space that she needed to wiggle just a little bit closer to the hot man. But to her horror, Steve moved. His head twitched, and then he started to move the arm that she previously pushed around. She couldn't move, so she just laid there in complete horror, with a sound stuck in her throat. And then from nowhere, the arm snaked around her waist and up over her back, sending warmth sizzling over her skin.

He took a steady grip around her, and effectively pulled her into his bare, smooth chest.

She didn't breathe, didn't move, did nothing as she lay there.

"You could've just asked sweetheart," Steve mumbled sleepily, his word coming out in a mush since his face was squeezed into his pillow. (Name) swallowed, hard.

"Just didn't want to wake you up. It was cold." She said, feeling warmth rise her neck.

An amused scoff sounded from Steve, and she felt embarrassment travel up her face.

"Wrap your arms around my waist," Steve said. She felt obliged to as told since she woke him up, and let her hands travel at the expense of Steve's waist. A deep breath left Steve's lips, and she let herself smile. Slowly, Steve unlocked his arm from her waist, and slowly started to gather her in his big arms.

He hugged her closer to him with the new grip that he had, and he felt her melt into his chest, effectively waking up the butterflies in his chest.

"Go to sleep now, you deserve it."

And with that, (name) couldn't physically keep her mind awake anymore, letting go of the need to cry because of physical from Steve.

And right after she was out, so was he.

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Should I open my requests an stuff maybe?

Thanks for reading btw;).

.·:*⋄𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕⋄*:·.

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟:☀︎︎ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭:☾︎ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭:ꨄ︎

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᪥𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠᪥

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒎𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒔 𝑴𝒚 𝑺𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 ☀︎︎

ఌ︎Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: (Name) has never had the currant to tell Steve about the injuries, afraid of bothering him. Not realizing that it can backfire.

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᪥𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑜𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑡᪥

𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: Theodore ends you friendship over a rumor spred by Rita Skita.

𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒌 ☀︎︎

ఌ︎Summary: She tries to confess by a letter, but it didn't turn out as she though it would.

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: Theodore is lonelier than ever, especially after receiving the dark mark. So he tries to find peace in new things. Like Choirs.

𝑼𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒆 ☀︎︎ ꨄ︎

ఌ︎Summary: Theodore and her venture down a path they'd never stepped upon. Because of Theodore's insatiable desire and her new night dress.

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᪥𝑋𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑝𝑒᪥

𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒆 ☀︎︎ ☾︎

ఌ︎Summary: (Name) is in love with Xavier, but can't be sure about his feelings and therefore does nothing. Until the Poe cup, where Xavier desires to make her mind a mess.

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𝑴𝒚 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

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Steve rogers x reader

Category: Angst, fluff

Warnings: Description of an injury and blood, mentions of nausea, fainting

Summary: (Name) has never had the currant to tell Steve about the injuries, afraid of bothering him. Not realizing that it can backfire.

Words: 2.6 k

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(Name) loved Steve Rogers with her entire being, and she believed that every person she met felt the same. With his blue eyes, kind smile, and charisma. How he cared about every living, breathing thing around him.

But it didn't stop her from shutting down whenever he was irritated, mad, or even tense. Maybe it was because of past trauma, or that she simply didn't want to become the reason why he was mad. But every time he became like that, (Name) felt almost scared.

Not of him, of course, but scared that he don't want her near him. It has happened before with other people.

Which was why she was sitting in a corner of the quinjet, headphones over her ears as she tried to control the pain that bloomed like wildfire over her back.

It was an unsuccessful mission. And she knew Steve, like everybody else, hated unsuccessful missions. He was leaning against a wall, both arms crossed over his chest with a hard, stony look on his face. He didn't speak to anyone, stuck in his little world.

And she didn't want to be an inconvenience by whining about the flesh wound on her back. Especially if he hadn't noticed that she was in pain.

Either way, she planned on patching it up herself, and then going to bed, hoping that the storm would calm enough for the next day. And if she were feeling luxurious, she might even go to the med bay to get the wound checked on.

Except she hadn't planned on the fact that the wound was efficiently placed on her back, therefore making it out of reach for her to clean it. And she was way too exhausted to ask anyone else or to even care about the matter. So she grabbed the bandages and wrapped them around her chest and back, leaving it like that before turning off the lights in her bathroom and throwing herself headfirst in the bed.

Not knowing Steve lay on the other side of the wall, waiting for her to come and say goodnight.

--

The next morning, the ache in her back had gotten worse, and her left shoulder strained whenever she tried to move it. She needed to get to the med bay at least once today. But first, she required a big cup of coffee.

When she made it out to the sunlit kitchen, the pain in her back had spread. Now, her head ached just as much, and every time she turned too fast, black splotches would show.

And earlier, when she changed her bandages the blood had entirely seeped through, leaving it soaked in red. But the blood had been diluted with another liquid, which she found mildly concerning.

She poured herself the coffee that was left in the coffee machine and put it in the microwave since it was cold. And while she stood there waiting she noted that the kitchen was empty, which was strange to be at this time of the day.

"Jarvis? Do you mind telling me where everyone is?" She asked the AI.

"I believe that Mr. Wilson is still sleeping." She let out a humorous scoff." Mr. Stark and Mr. Banner are currently in the lab. Ms. Romanoff in the training areas with Mr. Rogers."

(Name)s ears perked at the mention of him, and her mind spiraled into calculating thoughts. "Did Steve already eat breakfast?"

"Yes. An omelet, made of three eggs and a cup of coffee, one teaspoon of sugar, and milk." A frown tugged at her face. Steve never ate breakfast without her. Unless they were fighting, which was a rare happening. Steve believed that the most important meal of the day was breakfast, and therefore always made sure that (Name) ate it with him. But so that he could have company, and also make sure that she ate enough.

"Alright then. Thank you, Jarvis." She smiled up to the roof, hoping that he could see her appreciativeness. Then she made a beeline back to her room with a downturn of her brow, planning to do paperwork before throwing herself into her, not so fantastic anymore, day. Completely forgetting her visit to the med bay.

--

Paperwork had always been a somewhat calming thing to do for her to relax, turn off her brain, and go on autopilot. Often when she was stressed, Steve found her with her nose in her computer typing away without any knowledge around her. It always worked.

Except for today.

The pain in her head only got worse after all the caffeine, and she couldn't lean back into her chair either because of her back. And not only that, but thoughts of Steve plagued her mind. And not the good, lovey-dovey thoughts. But instead, the toxic, poisoning thoughts were so loud that it was the only thing she heard.

She had no idea what to do about their situation. And she was really afraid that she had accidentally done something the day before to upset him, giving her a reason for his strange and unlike actions.

"Mr. Rogers would like me to alert you that there is a team meeting in the conference room in five minutes." She jumped in her chair and a small yelp left her lips as Jarvis spoke, making her back strain. And that made her wince painfully.

"I apologize. It was not my intention to frighten you." A grimace covered (Name)s face in an attempt to smile, and she carefully rubbed her shoulder.

"Don't worry about it. I was just stuck in my head."

"How so?" And (Name) went quiet. She hadn't expected a question from him.

"Nothing special." She absentmindedly hummed for an answer, and that seemed to get Jarvis less curious.

"If you say so. 3 minutes left." And with that, she quickly grabbed her things and bolted out of her quarters, right towards the elevator.

--

She turned out to arrive just in time as Fury was about to close the door, and she quickly slithered in, choosing a stool at the back of the table so that she wouldn't get questioning eyes on her. When she entered she could feel Steves's's stare burning into her skin, but she doesn't have the time nor thought to greet him, which would perhaps leave consequences for later. But now she just longed to sit down before she fainted.

She didn't even notice when Fury started speaking because blood was rushing through her ears, and beads of sweat ran down her neck, sending a shiver through her ice-cold and fire-hot body. It was like she running a fever in an ice bath. She dared to subtly raise a shaking hand towards her back, slightly touching the wound, only to have to suppress a wince and bring back blood-stained fingers.

She was at least wearing black.

Her attention shifted when Fury changed places with Steve, and let him take his place in the front. It was hard to know if she found it either positive or negative.

Positive because she could focus on something that brought her calm, and hear his voice instead of the roar in her ears. Focus on his plack t-shirt and nice fitting jeans, which was something he didn't wear often. How soft hir hair looked and his pink , kissable lips.

Negative because now he could see how colorless her face had become, along with a thin cover of sweat by her throat and her lifeless tired eyes.

And perhaps it made Steve speak a tad bit faster, and perhaps he skipped over some of the parts he was supposed to introduce. But it looked like his girlfriend was dying, and Fury didn't need to know that his two most capable agents were in a relationship.

He could her heartbeat picking up more and more as he spoke, and it was a relief for him when he could finally dismiss the team.

She slowly stood up as the rest of them collected their things and one by one filed out. But she couldn't do anything as quickly as she liked, not even walk. She had no choice but to take a tight grip on the chairs lined up, and use them as crutches.

And when Steve turned his back to gather a pile of papers, she took a breath, straightened her back, and took two quick steps towards the door. But Steve heard the increase of speed in her steps in quickly caught her arms in a fierce grip, stopping her from escaping.

"Damn it." She mumbled, making sure that Steve couldn't hear her. And then she turned her head to meet Steves's's eye, trying to look as normal as possible, which didn't trick Steve at all. Only made him more concerned.

"You alright?" He let both of his hands smooth over her shoulders and arms, looking at her with those blue, affectionate eyes.

"Mhm!" She hummed, trying to sound as carefree as possible while plastering a smile on her face. But he didn't look convinced. Not at all.

He let his left hand travel up to her cheek, and he was about to say something. But when his palm touched her cheek, he flinched and removed his palm to see that it was damp.

"Steve-" She warned, but it was no idea. He had already raised his sleeve and laid his wrist over her forehead. And she couldn't protest because his wrist was oh so warm while she had been freezing and sweating cold ever since she entered the room.

"You're burning." It didn't feel like she was.

"Are you sick?" He asked, a frown on his face as she felt for her temperature. "Why haven't you said anything?"He scolded, and she shrunk into herself as his hands continued to investigate her. Until his hand came in contact with her wound. And she recoiled away from his hand, trying to get as far away from the pain as possible. Tears gathered in her eyes at the fire in her back, and she glued them shut as she tried to let it pass.

Steve brought his hand up to see when he felt something on the tips of his fingers, and his eyes widened in horror. There was a vermillion stain on his fingers, running down his hand. And (Name) saw both concern and panic as he looked down at her, as she was now leaning against his chest, too tired to stand on her own.

"I'm fine, promise." She said, lime on autopilot.

"We need to get you to a doctor." He insisted, about to take her under the knees and carry her there. But the second he tried to m, she leaned away.

And the guilt was there again. Steves tired but pretty face showed concern and panic, but she wasn't supposed to make him concerned and panic. As his partner, she was there to make him calm, happy, and satisfied. Sure, if Steve would hide a wound like this one from her, she would be livid. But that's hardly classed as the same thing.

"It's fine Steve, I'm sure I can get there me."

He scoffed and looked almost hurt.

"No, you're not going anywhere yourself. Not by how you're looking"

A protest lay prepared on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't get further than opening her mouth before a strong wave of nausea and dizziness washed over her body. And she swayed, once, twice, before her footing came undone, and she lost all sense of balance.

And it felt like she fell into a warm pillow, or perhaps she was just delirious. But it truly resembled a warm, fluffy pillow. And she snuggled into it, ignoring the distant calls of her (Name). And Steve's breath got caught in his throat when he saw her closing her eyes in his arms.

--

Steve was aware that something was nagging his lover's mind, and he had been aware of it during the last week. It was like she walked on eggshells around him and it bothered him. Because something bothered her. Something about him bothered her.

He hadn't done anything differently, not that he was aware of. He hadn't said anything either. And he liked to think that he had a great memory.

And he still couldn't figure out why she didn't tell him about her injury. Banner had told him that she was lucky that the infections in her wound hadn't reached any further. But Steve had a hard time seeing anything positive with the situation at all.

Duobts clouded his mind and made it hard to think straight. How could he know that she hadn't hidden other injuries that she could've gotten?

As if her mind was connected to his, as if she heard his self-deprecating thoughts, she came to her senses and let out a long and low groan, snapping Steve out of his head.

He quickly discarded his block and pencil to the side, leaving the drawing on the small table by the side before crouching down to her height.

"(Name)?" He dared to ask, and his heart felt lighter when he saw her eyelids twitch in response. A sigh left her dry lips before her eyelids slowly cracked open and presented themselves to Steve, giving him a confirmation that she was there with him.

"Steve." It came as a breath, her voice warm with love as she saw the familiar face.

As light as a feather, he let his fingertips ghost along her temples, repeating the momentum over and over again. Her eyelids relaxed, and Steve's back tensed as she once again closed her eyes. But (Name) could feel his muscle become rigid, and let her hand gently enclose steves wrist, running circles on his inner arm as comfort. As she always did.

"Why didn't you tell me?" An audible sigh sounded from her mouth, and for a moment Steve was afraid that he had annoyed her. But her fingertips were still dancing along the expense of his arm, and he let that comfort him. Although, she didn't provide him with an answer.

"You can trust me. I want you to trust me." He reassured her, and vulnerability spilled through his voice. He grabbed her other hand that rested on her stomach, entangling their fingers.

"I do trust you." She hoarsely whispered, throat dry and mouth like sandpaper.

But when she forced her eyes open, Steve looked at her, unconvinced.

"Then why? Why didn't you tell me that you were in pain?"

She wanted to bathe in the softness of his voice. Get nurtured by it, drink it, and stay by the sound to the end of time. The fondness, bonded with her worrying, guilty, and anxious emotions from before created bittersweet sparks under her skin. And it took form as a watery mist, covering her live full irises.

"I do trust you, but I don't want to be a nuisance to you." She painfully admitted and laid her hand on his cheek as a peace offering." You work so hard to succeed Steve, so hard that when you don't succeed, you become very tense. I don't want to be there to make you even tenser."

He shut his eyes tightly and nuzzled his cheek further into her palm, and a drop of water fell from his eye, rolling down his summer-tinted cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" Worry etched in her brows, but he only shook his head.

"I made you think that you would be a burden to me whenever I felt a negative emotion." She shook her head, already beginning her protest." A partner is not supposed to do that (Name)."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry."

"Steve, it was not on you. You didn't make me feel like a burden. I did. And I'm sorry for not telling you about my injury." She smiled sadly at him when he kissed her palm.

"I want to take care of you, and comfort you. I want to be that person to you, so let me be that the next time." And she could only nodd, her heart being free from the shackles of heavy emotions. Instead, she felt light as a feather.

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My requests are open;););;);)

Hi! People of Tumbler, I'm desperately and miserably looking for a fanfic. If I remember well it's a Steve x reader where he's invited at a party but not her bc she's a nerd and than they go but she wants to go home because party aren't her things but one of his friend says that she can go home alone and than she gets mugged and doesn't trusted him anymore. I think that Bucky and Sam makes apparences in the story. That's all I can remember, pls Tumbler do your thing. Thanks to everyone who payed attention 💗.

PS: English isn't my first language sorry for the occasional misspelling of certain words.

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kia ora my loves, i'm stuck with writers block on another piece and this is hopefully the cure <3 its all sweetness as usual [established relationship + fluff + 2k words] mucho mwahs as ALWAYS <3!

Steve’s in a bad mood.

Which might be very fair considering the state of the weather outside. Flurries of snow batter against the windows and a hair-raising chill leaks into the panes, painting them in condensation. It’s cold. You don’t want to be caught outside on a night like tonight.

But, somewhere across town, there’s a reservation under Steve’s name that is being wasted. At a pretty restaurant, with 2 too many forks for your taste — but Steve had insisted. Even put on a suit.

And even though Steve has told you he prefers the quieter nights in with just the two of you, he seems quite… miffed that you can’t go anymore.

Maybe not quite a bad mood but… well, it’s a hell of a pout he’s wearing.

Amber drenches the wall of the room, lit by your bedside table lamps — a cozy cocoon that feels worlds away from the blizzard coming down outside. You’re actually quite excited; there’s seldom a comfort like being in Steve’s arms when it’s cold like this. Tangled together in your bed, letting his perpetually blazing heart heat the both of you.

But… he’s still pouting. You’re both unwinding a bit, taking off what you’d managed to put on before the weather took a turn for the worse — but Steve’s stuck, hands in his pockets. He seems to be fumbling with something.

His silence worries you more. Maybe you hadn’t realised how actually upset he was that your plans were cancelled.

He had been mentioning it all week, all month actually- since he’d first made the booking. Some claim that you’d love the food and he loved any occasion to see you all dressed up and drool-worthy— (“Not that that’s not all the time, babe.”)

“Steve?” You say. His head jumps up, hands in his pockets going still. “C’mon, come to bed.”

He softens at your coaxing words. Like the very sound of them, the sweet nature of your words, melts his hardened edges. He nods, tugging off his tie and beginning to work on his belt.

In the meantime, you creep into the bed. It smells like a smattering of something sweet that you know to be Steve’s hairspray, fabric softener, and maybe what you think love might smell like if it had a scent. You sink into it lovingly. Warm. Safe.

Your eyes find him instinctively. Watching, observing, drinking in the sight of your lover soothes you like nothing else. Love spools messily in your chest, like a knotted ball of yarn strewn through your ribs. It aches sweetly. Steve catches you as he’s pulling a pair of sweatpants up his calf.

“You’re staring,” He states plainly, but he’s smiling a bit, lips turned up in the corners. He jumps, hiking his pants up over his hips, and wanders closer.

You nod, hair scrunching against the pillow. Your voice comes out a bit muffled when you speak. “That a crime?”

Steve grins this time. He pushes the covers back, kneeling on the mattress beside you — pausing to push back the hair covering your eyes. He smiles down at you, eyes fond. “If it is, lock me up, baby.”

He pauses, thumb drifting over cheekbone lightly. “I could look at ya all day.”

Something delightful purrs behind your ribs, warm and all-encompassing. Where you would’ve once hidden your face away, this time you just let your glee wash over your face — and let Steve see every second of it. You’re happy. Steve makes you happy.

Steve gives an awed exhale and flops, bouncing down on the mattress beside you. He works the duvet around, bundling up as best he can before his hands begin to search for you. Traversing across the sheets, seeking, til they meet skin. He hums happily. Pulls you into his chest and lets you figure out how you want to wrap around him, like unkempt ivy. He’s warm, as always.

You’re not even trying to sleep yet, either of you, just having a moment huddled up in each other's embrace. The wind whirls loudly outside. You wonder what you’d be doing if your plans had gone through.

“M’sorry,” you say into his chest. It rises and falls with his breath, soothing and constant. “That we couldn’t do dinner. Y’seemed really excited.”

Steve makes a little noise, saying that he agrees. For a moment, your words hang in the air and then he clears his throat, pulling you closer.

“S’okay, not like you can control the weather.” He murmurs his reply. He pulls back to peer down at you with suspicious eyes, a tease on his tongue. “Can you? Because as your boyfriend, I should totally know that, and considering what we’ve seen—“

“Shut up,” you giggle. You poke him in the ribs because you can’t think of a good jibe back.

“Shutting up,” Steve says, before snuggling back closer. There’s another moment of quiet. The window rattles in the absence of words. Steve sighs.

“Just…” He starts. You can already tell he’s got his thinking face on, a little furrow between his brows. “Had some good plans for tonight, is all. Not a big deal.”

“A plan within a plan,” you muse thoughtfully. Steve chuckles. “How layered this night could of been!”

“And instead, you just have to have this, huh?” Steve murmurs, dejection creeping into his voice. Your heart twists. He must’ve planned a lot just to watch it go down the drain.

You pull back from his embrace and catch his eyes, searching his face. Disappointment lingers in his expression and it pushes a pout onto your lips.

“Well, is there anything we can do? That was like your plans?” You ask.

Steve breaks into a grin, giving a chuckle — but a glint in his eyes says he’s grinning for another reason. He stares at you lovingly, eyes dragging up and down your face as he seemingly thinks of his answer. He shakes his head.

“Nuh uh. Nothing we can do tonight.” He says, a tad forlorn. His hand on your back sketches a soft stroke up your spine. You shiver in a good way and Steve speaks again, eyes searching somewhere behind you, imagining something. “Well, not— not the way I want to do this.”

There’s a long pause. At the same moment a soft realisation blooms in your chest and on your face, Steve seems to realise he’s said too much. His eyes widen, the apples of his cheeks turning scarlet.

“Were you gonna—?”

You push back from him, suddenly sitting up in the bed. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest, risking bruising the inside of your ribs with each resounding thud. You don’t even mind because… because…

Steve sits up too, wide-eyed expression still on his face. He looks flushed, taken off guard — he clearly hadn’t meant to tell you today. Well, he had meant to tell you today but he wanted to ask you at dinner, on one knee, and then the storm—

“You were gonna ask?” You squeak. A smile wobbles on your face as you try to rein in your reaction, even as joy floods every nerve. “Tonight?”

Steve seems unsure of the right way to answer. “Yes,” He stammers. Then crushes his eyes closed, dropping his eyes closed to curse. “Shit, I wasn’t supposed— I had it all planned! This isn’t—“

Steve pushes his palms into his eyes for a moment, dragging his hands down his face. You feel a pang of remorse for ruining your own surprise but it’s completely overshadowed by the rampant happiness. You can’t help yourself for what you say next.

“Yes.”

Steve blinks. “What?” A grin grows on his face, like your own is contagious even as he shakes his head. “I haven’t even asked you yet!”

He’s laughing, a glorious sound, and so are you. You're so full of love you feel stuffed like you’ve just eaten, it fills every crevice of your body. You nod. You think your teeth might be aching with how sweet the boy before you is— pouting and giving away his own surprises.

“I know,” you breathe. “But if- when you do, it’s a yes.”

And you’ve known it before. You have known it long before tonight that yours and Steve’s futures are knitted together so intricately that where one goes, the other follows. Still, knowing it and saying it— the difference steals your breath. You feel like a teenage fool again, back to the first time Steve ever asked you, ‘Be mine?’

Steve sinks into the pillows, deflating into them with a blinding grin. Like he hadn’t been sure up until right then. He giggles. Another awed sound, like he can’t quite believe what’s happening.

“Okay,” he breathes. You sink down too, curling up into him. His warmth feels burning hot now as he pulls you back into his arms, the same as he had a minute ago; this time, you swear your hearts are an inch closer.

“I gotta come up with a whole new plan now, don’t I?” Steve asks, eyes shining as he peers down at you.

You laugh a little bit, delirious, and shake your head. Gathering courage, even as your stomach twists up in the best way.

“Nope. You can… you can ask now, if you really want.”

You hope your voice betrays everything you mean; that he could ask anywhere and you would say still say yes. That it didn’t need to be somewhere fancy, didn’t need to be a big spectacle, he didn’t even need to get on one knee and you would still say yes.

Steve stares down at you, drinking in the sincerity of your expression and he softens impossibly more. Smile lines you adore get scrunched up as he gives a shuddering breathy laugh, punched out of him by his own enormous affection. Christ, he loves you.

His hand raises, cupping your jaw sweetly and he tugs you closer to meet him in the middle. You come home to him, lips meeting lips as he kisses you deeply and maddeningly. There are a thousand sentiments in his kiss, I want to marry you and I love you among them.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against your own. His hand on your jaw rubs soothing, fingers tucking some stray hair behind your ear.

“Got a plan.” He murmurs, a wickedly handsome smile on his face as he taps his temple.

You’ll have to wait, it seems. You think you can stretch your patience a little longer, especially for this. Your cheeks are beginning to ache from your smile.

Another quiet moment. Then, your eyes light up with the recollection of an earlier memory. They skirt across the room and land on their target, Steve’s crumpled pair of slacks on the ground. You recall his fumbling with his hand deep in his pocket.

Steve follows your eye-line and the moment he spots what you’re looking his head whips back.

Steve fixes you with a stern look, a warning that says don’t. You move an inch, more to tease than anything — you don’t want to see anything til he’s the one giving it to you — but you don’t get very far anyway.

“Oh no, you don’t—” Steve’s arms around your middle tighten, pulling you closer as you pretend to reach off into the distance.

He shifts you easily, setting you down into the pillows and then squishing himself atop you. You let out a strange noise, a surprised yelp as Steve lightly crushes you beneath him, a slightly maniacal grin on his pretty mouth. His hair is a mess, cheeks still glowing, and he looks utterly in love.

You wiggle a bit, seeing if you can free a limb. Maybe to pretend to escape, maybe to dig your fingers in and hold him closer. Either way, it’s fruitless.

Somehow, you’re not all the mad with the situation; squished lovingly beneath your hunk of a boyfriend so you don’t go scampering around searching for a- for your engagement ring.

“Can I at least get a kiss?” You ask, knowing he’ll say yes. If there’s one thing, it’s that Steve never denies you a kiss if you ask. His eyes look a tad misty as he looks down at you so so fondly, eyes drawing down to your lips.

He doesn’t disappoint.

Miss You (Steve Rogers)

Words:1416

Warnings: a bit angst i guess and smut bc it’s the only thing I know. unprotected sex.

Based on Miss You by Louis Tomlinson and a request by anon who wanted smut with steve xx.

Thank you for the 120+ followers you all are the best! 

All mistakes are mine as always x

Steve was right in front of you. Your mouth opened but nothing came, shaking your head you blinked trying to figure if he was really there or was an imagination.

“Steve?”

He smiled and approached you, but you stepped back making his smile disappear.

“Love?”

You inhaled as your mind kept processing that Steve was back, with you,safe. The pain in your chest was increasing, your mind saw him but your heart was still in denial. He left. For good.

“You… you left. Why are you back?”

He left you without saying goodbye. A note in your damn bed, a simple three words that haunted you for months now. You were dealing with his departure, you were having a good time lately and now he was back and all your progress was gone.

“I missed you”.

Your heart was happy to hear that words but your mind wasn’t. You cried for months for him to come back, you waited him for months to tell you why he left without saying anything.

“Now you miss me? ”

Now you looked right into his eyes. His baby blue eyes were sad. He looked tired and you wanted hug him and never let him go. You hated feel this way.

“I always miss you, baby. I’m sorry for leaving, I had to.”

These fucking words.

The first tears began to fall, flashback of that day made you cry harder as you hugged yourself trying to calm your sobs.

Steve stood there looking at you. His own heart breaking at the sight of you broke down because of him. He wanted to hug you and put your broken pieces on its site, he wanted to kiss you and let you know how much he loves and adores you, but he stayed still. He knew better.

Soon you calm down and looked at him with puppy eyes. “You don’t have the right to come back and say those words to me. You don’t have the right to come back ,you don’t have the right…”

Steve knew he didn’t. He was doing everything wrong, but he couldn’t wait anymore. He was without you 6 months, and he couldn’t take it anymore. Steve wanted to be with you, forever.

You kept whispering ‘you don’t have the right’ on loop. Your mind on trance as Steve looked at you, his eyes began to fill with tears as he saw how broken he left you.

He knew better, but he couldn’t control his arms when they wrapped around you. You let him hug you, not caring anymore about your dignity. You wanted him, you loved him and now he was here and you wanted him to hug you.

Steve hugged you till you both calm down. No tears were falling anymore. Your hearts were beating on sync and your breaths were mixing with each other.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I left and I didn’t say anything, I’m sorry for missing and I’m sorry for coming back now and no sooner baby, I’m so sorry.”

Your eyes met his, the pain, the loneliness were reflected in them. He was miserable just like you were without him.

Your arms moved around him, letting your face lose on his neck you smelt his essence as your mind and heart agreed with your actions.

“ I can’t live without you,baby. I was dying for having you with me, I thought that I was protecting you, I’m sorry please, take me back, let me be part of your life again. I love you.”

Still wrapped around him, your heart beat faster at his words. You wanted him back, you needed him back.

Your lips reached his in a second, sweet pecks that made your mind float. Wanting everything you let your tongue slid inside hims mouth, his savor was the same. Moaning at his taste, your hands made its way to his hair.

Steve started to move making you step back. He kept waling till he had you against the wall,putting your hands against it as he moved his lips to your neck and kissed it. You moaned and started to rut against him, your fingers tickling in need to touch him.

“Stay still baby.” His voice was demanding, dominating and you never disobeyed an order, so you kept still.

His hands moved to your shirt, ripping the material you gasped in surprise at the sound of it however you didn’t move.

“I missed these two. I guess I have to say hello to them.”

He lowered his head grabbing a nipple between his lips, he sucked on it, you moaned, and he happy with being back kept his head there. Using his teeth he bit a little ,calming the pain rapidily with soft kisses, when he saw your nipple hard and throbbing ,he moved his head to the other one making the same.

“Fuck, I want to be inside you right now.”

He kissed you again and lowered a hand to rip your underwear, leaving you completely naked in the middle of the room -you didn’t care about it at all but you needed him to be naked too.

“Steve… Please… It’s been so long.”

You were now trembling, your body aching in need. Steve nodded leaving your hand to undress himself, but then you stopped him. You needed, wanted to undress him. Like before.

“Let me, please.”

Steve kept still as you moved your hands to de hem of his t-shirt. Taking it off his body you caressed his chest, you missed being able to touch him, to sense him.

The bulge on his pants caught your attention, you were really going to have Steve after all this time. Your mind clouded as your fingers worked on his belt. Once his pants and boxers were off the picture you let yourself all on your knees just to be stopped by Steve’s hands-

“Not today, love. Come on, let me make love to you.”

He kissed you again, his lips were now soft against yours. His hands moved your ass, making you held closer to him. Now that you were chest to chest you could feel your heart beat at the same time as his.

Hands, mouths, tongues, everywhere. You were back again against the wall as Steve kept devouring your mouth, his hand touched your pussy just to find out that you were so ready for him.

He didn’t wait, he carried you, automatically you wrapped your legs around his tights and pressed yourself to him. Still, with your mouths together, he moved his hand to his cock, guiding it to your entrance.

With an easily and smooth thrust, he was inside. He felt, big so big for you. Your pussy clenched at the invasion and Steve moaned at the feeling, you felt so fucking tight.

“You are squeezing me so tight. I missed this, I missed being with you like this, so so close.”

His words get lost as he began to move his hips. Your channel was slick and the movement were so fluid and so easy.

Hiding his head in your neck, he held you tight against him as he thrusted deeper and faster inside you, groaning when you moved your hips to match his rhythm.

“You feel like heaven, never again getting away from you.”

He was reaching so deep and so good, your pussy clenched again, this time no stopping.

Your orgasm was intense and long. You saw white as your pussy clenched and your body tensed with waves of pleasure. Your mouth hung open as your orgasm let you breathless.

“Fuck, that was so hot. I missed that face. I’m gonna come baby, I can hold it anymore, you too tight and too hot.”

Supporting you and himself with both hands in the wall he thrusted with more strength, earning a moan from you and a gentle squeeze from your pussy, soon Steve’s body tensed, and he stayed still as he began to come.

Rope after rope of cum directed to your pussy, his groan echoed the room and it was the fucking the best sound you ever head.

Once his body stopped trembling, he kissed you again, Sweet pecks all over your face making you giggle like a damn teenager in high school.

“I missed you, really. I’m sorry that I left, not gonna happen again, I swear. And if it happens I will come to you.”

“ You promise?”

He nodded, his face serious as he said. “I promise.”

Forever tagslist: @marvelreplay @mrvlthomas @lokilvrr @dewy-biitch

More conversations I would have with mcu characters

Part 1 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6

Masterlist and rules

Me: Steve... are you gay?

Steve: wha- no, of course not, why would you even ask?

Me: Bucky.

Steve: What?

Me: You really think that everyone would say fuck you to the whole American government multiple times, create a war between the team they were part of and promise to each other to be together till death just for his best friend?

Steve:...

Me: yeah, no shit, you're not slick captain dumb

Shout Out Sunday - Week 2:

I had a hard time deciding which imaginary boyfriend to indulge myself in this weekend. Poe? Bucky? Steve Rogers? In the end I figured screw it and dove into the GIGANTIC library that is @propertyofpoeandbucky‘s masterlists!

First, let me say I’m bias here (though I am for everyone that has been/will be featured here cuz they’re all amazing). @propertyofpoeandbucky never fails to perk up a bad day for me. First of all, the freaking tagline on her account: you cannot escape de poe always leaves me in stitches and with Oscar Issac’s voice in my head - what a freaking way to start! Second she is basically the queen of AUs, as such she manages to cover most of my favorite tropes with my favorite boys. 

I can’t even begin to name a favorite because I’ll feel as though I’ll be betraying her other work, but for those curious I’m going to have say for Poe:  

Dare you not to grin AU: Pour Some Sugar On Me

Holy sexy hell AU: Fashion Baby

Heartstrings tug AU: Bring Her Back*

*Note that I’ve begged for a follow up on this one and it hasn’t happened, but the begging shall continue!

For Bucky:

Dare you not to love this one: The Princess Project (Mini-Series)

All the angst: Match Made in Heaven

*happy sigh*: Will You?

For Steve:

All the fluff AU: You and Me Together (Mini-Series)

She also has a ton of other characters and fandoms she writes for, kinda a one stop shop here and I adore her for it <3