#Steve needs a good cry and I’m gonna give it to him

[munson-blurbs]

Hey, I love your writing so much! If you’re taking requests I’d like a short fic about reader mourning the loss of their dog? I just lost my girl Sasha and would like a comfort fic , Eddie or Steve, either is cool with me- phantom

Hi, love 💚 I'm so sorry to hear about your loss, and I hope this fic helps you through the grieving process. I went with Eddie for this one.

TW: death, loss of a pet, grief CW: 690

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It feels like it should be raining. 

The sun hangs high in the sky, a gentle breeze blowing every so often. The weather gives no indication of any impending storm, not even a hint of gray in the white clouds. But to you, there’s a darkness that even the brightest light can’t repair. 

There will be no more wagging tail and excited barking to greet you when you come home. The realization cleaves your heart clean in half. 

Tears burn at your eyes and you let them fall, sliding down your cheeks and plopping unceremoniously onto the concrete stoop beneath you. 

“Hey.”

You look up and see Eddie standing in front of you, a cellophane-wrapped bouquet of daisies in his grasp. 

“Hi.”

The wrapping crinkles under his fingers as he sits beside you. He scoots close enough so you can rest your head on his shoulder. An ugly sob escapes you in a dramatic heave, but he refrains from commenting. In fact, he doesn’t say anything at all. 

You bask in the comforting silence, no expectations to talk or bare your feelings. Eddie presses a kiss to your forehead and sighs. 

“Can I say something?” He asks, and for the first time, you notice that he’s been crying, too. When you nod, he softly says, “She was a really good dog. The best, actually.”

“Mhm.” You don’t dare open your mouth for fear of starting up the waterworks again. 

“I keep thinking about the time I brought over burgers from Benny’s,” he continues, “and I left them on the counter for two seconds, and she tore into them.”

You scoff lightly. “It was more than two seconds.”

“Okay, well, I didn’t time it or anything. But it was fast. Like, lightning speed.” He taps his toe, knee brushing against the flower stems. “These are for you, by the way.”

Taking the daisies from him, you hold them to your nose and inhale. Fresh, new, alive. The juxtaposition has your chin wobbling embarrassingly. “Th-Thanks, Eds.”

Another pause, then: “Y’know, I lost a pet once, too.”

You swivel around, eyebrows pinched together. “I didn’t know Wayne let you have a pet.”

“He didn’t. I had to keep it a secret.”

“How did you manage to keep a dog a secret?” It’s not as though he and his uncle lived in a mansion; the tiniest Chihuahua could be easily spotted in their trailer. 

Eddie grins. “Who said anything about a dog?”

“A cat?”

He shook his head, giving the same response for your guesses of rabbit, lizard, and bird. 

“Do I even wanna know?”

He presses a hand to his heart in feigned offense. “I can’t believe you don’t remember Ant-chovy.”

You burst out laughing despite the weighty grief bogging you down. “Are you seriously comparing the death of my dog to the death of an ant?”

“He was my friend!” Eddie retorts. “And he was murdered right before my very eyes!”

You knock your shoulder into his with a playful shove. “Weren’t you the one who stepped on him?”

He scowls and plucks the bouquet from your hands. “I bring you flowers in your time of need, and you mock me?”

A smile tugs at your lips. “My deepest apologies. And my condolences for the loss of your dear friend, Ant-chovy. Who certainly was not an ant and who you definitely knew for more than five minutes.”

“Thank you.” Eddie gives you back the daisies; this time, he leans his head on your shoulder. “You’re gonna get through this.”

“Feels like I’ll be sad forever.”

He nods. “I know. But you won’t be. And I’m not going anywhere until you tell me to fuck off.”

You take a deep breath. “Is it okay if we talk a little bit about her? Like, share memories of her? Just for a little bit?”

“Course it’s okay.” Eddie smiles, coaxing the emotions from you without even trying. “You wanna go first?”

You do. With each word, the sunshine doesn’t sting quite as harshly; the blue sky seems less out of place. And should the rain start to fall, you will always find shelter in Eddie. 

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[taintedcigs]

thigh-riding with steve. bc i can’t stop thinking about him and he’s the cutest and i luv him okay bye <3

warnings: thigh riding. dom!steve kinda? kinda degrading, kinda praises, nicknames and allll that <3

MINORS DNI!!!!!!

you hated, scratch that, loathed, when steve had to work over hours. strapped to his desk, head not even getting up from whatever paper work he had that week.

especially, when you were this desperate and horny, just needing a sweet release, needing his cock inside of you, stretching you out fully. yet, he barely paid any attention to you, all you got from him was yes and no answers and a few grunts, making you huff.

so when you begged him to let you ride his thigh while he was doing his work, you never expected a yes, and a low groan of “c’mere.” as he pulls you omto his lap, and you’re quick to straddle his thigh.

“you’re being the biggest fuckin’ brat right now, sweetheart, and i’m not in the mood, so get yourself off and shut up, yea?” you nod swiftly, and your hands are quick to wrap around the nape of his hair, your head lulling to the croon of his neck while you quietly grind yourself on his thigh, whimpers muffled as he doesn’t pay any mind to you.

and of course you’re not wearing any panties under your thight skirt, just to get him riled up more, and he can feel your wetness soaking his sweatpants, making him let out quiet grunts. he tries to ignore it, but his cock stirs at how desperate and pathetic your mewls are, and how good you look straddling his thigh, your warmth covering him.

his cock aches in his boxers, and he knows he can’t focus any longer because you’re so fucking perfect like this and judging by the way you keep slowing down he knows you can’t even get yourself off without him.

“look at you,” he coos, his rough hands wrapping around you, “poor baby… can’t even get yourself off, can you?” he mocks with a slight huff, and you’re quick to nod, doe-eyed gaze begging for more from him.

“you need me to make you cum, isn’t that right?” he hums, pushing his leg up into you as you’re quick to clench around his thick thighs.

with a bruising hold on your hips, he guides you back and forth, his knee jerking up in rhythm to create the perfect amount of friction and pressure on your clit that has you pathetically whining for him.

the quiet “stevie!” that leaves your lips making him moan, bulge pressing tighter against his uncomfortable boxers. he knows you’re close, and he wants nothing more than to give his pretty girl what she wants, what she needs.

“you gonna cum for me honey, hmm?” he grunts, pressing his knee harder into you, making you cry out as you nod frantically. “jesus fuckin’ christ, look at you, cryin’ out, fuckin’ my thigh… such a desperate slut for me aren’t ya, baby?” his smirk grows wider, cockier.

“p—please stevie,” is all you can manage to let out, tear-streaked eyes begging for some release, making him pout.

“go ahead, honey. cum for me. make a mess on my thighs,” he growls into your ear, leaving wet kisses all over the shell of your neck, his flexed thigh rubbing more and more into your clit, and that sweet, sweet spot, making you let out a loud moan of his mame.

pleasure washes over you so quickly that your body feels limb, back arching, and your cunt pulsates around his leg, making a mess on his thigh, all filthy and making him proud.

“such a good girl f’me, now lay down on the desk and let me clean you up, honey.”

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[eddies-ashtray]

eddie is practically hanging off of you, his arms wrapped around you from behind, dangling over your shoulders. one of your hands is being held by both of his near the centre of your chest.

it wasn’t a big get-together: just you and eddie, most of the hellfire guys, steve, nancy, and robin. though you’re sure a larger crowd of people wouldn’t have deterred eddie from any PDA when he had alcohol in his system.

though you’re in the middle of a conversation with robin, eddie begins to smack loud, ardent kisses against your cheek until robin feels she has no choice but to cut herself off to acknowledge it.

“-totally disregard the closed sign on the door and bang on it until steve gives in and let’s them in! sometimes they’re just so-okay, i can’t pretend that’s not happening right now, what the hell is he doing?”

eddie didn’t drink like this often; he liked a beer or two, but weed was more his speed. it seemed to slow him down, whereas alcohol tended to speed him up. which, considering eddie’s typical excitable pace, he really didn’t need the alcohol to become more sociable or friendly.

but tonight he’d probably had one too many; having far too much fun challenging steve and gareth to shotgunning contests. you weren’t sure how he kept it down if you’re honest.

you smush your hand over eddie’s face to push him away gently, his nose squishing against your palm. he whines lightly against your hand, disgruntled that you’d interrupted his kisses.

“he’s just-”

eddie redirects his kisses to your hand now.

“-just a bit tipsy, is all.”

robin gives you a pointed look and then casts a glance at eddie who’s now kissing down your shoulder lazily.

robin looks back to you, quipping, “‘a bit’?”

“he gets like this when he’s drunk,” you explain.“touchy.”

when eddie suddenly bites into your shoulder playfully, robin says, “okay, well i’m gonna go get a soda from the kitchen while you deal with that.”

once robin leaves you and eddie in the living room, you question lightly, “eds, what’re you doing?”

eddie smushes his cheek against your shoulder, staring up at your face from a strange angle.

“just love you so much, wanted to”—he hiccups—“to kiss every square inch of you.”

you melt a little at that, though it was extremely sappy and not what you were asking.

“no, i meant-” you turn in his arms and eddie stays attached to you still, his hands coming down instead to rest on your waist. “rest” is a generous word though; really, he was grasping the flesh there like if he didn’t hold on to you tight enough you’d slip away. and if you’re honest, you think he might cry if you pulled away from him.

the second eddie’s glassy eyes are on yours, you continue gently, hoping that he’ll be better focused once you’re face-to-face, “i meant when you bit me, baby.”

“y’smell nice. like sooo nice. just wanted to take a bite,” he explains immediately like it’s simple (and it was to him), and then his eyes go almost comically wide as he asks, “is that okay?”

smiling softly at your completely wasted boyfriend, you brush the hair from his face, tucking curly strands behind his ear. eddie never takes his eyes off of you, staring into your face with so much love and admiration that you almost need to look away for a moment.

“that’s okay,” you reassure, kissing his red-tipped nose. he scrunches it at you in response.

and then, because you think that eddie biting you is probably a good indicator that it’s time to leave the function, you announce, “i think it’s time to go home though.”

eddie’s grip tightens on your waist as he gasps dramatically, goes, “don’t want you to go home yet. please stay longer, wanna be with you longer.”

you think he resembles a sad puppy.

smoothing out the crease between his brows with your thumb, you reassure, “i meant your trailer, puppy.”

he softens considerably at that, and asks quietly, as if in awe, “my trailer is ‘home’ for you?”

eddie is bursting with emotion, feels like sunshine somehow entered his chest to allow flowers to bloom in the spaces between his ribs.

he can only hug you tightly. you don’t tell him that anywhere he is is home to you because you’re sure he’d never let go of you again if you said so. though you’re not sure that would be such a bad thing. you hug him back just as tightly.

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pt. 1

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[hintsofhoney]

Freak

Pairing(s): Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: You can't get enough of Eddie's cock and he can't get enough of you.

Tags: 18+, rough sex, pwp, p in v, smut, dirty talk, praise kink, slight degradation kink, light anal play, rough oral sex (male receiving), crying during sex, fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Started this last night at 1 a.m. and my brain wouldn't let me sleep until I finished it, so, here it is. Also using this as my entry for @huffle-pissed’s Vibes and Valentines challenge (months late, I know, ‘cause I suck) where my prompt was, “You like it that much, huh?”, and that’ll be in bold. Thank you to my darling @makeadealwithdean for beta-ing! GIF is mine. Hope you guys enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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“Jesussss fuck,” Eddie lets out, low and breathy as he watches you take him all the way in your mouth. You’re on your knees, thighs spread, topless, cheer skirt still on, and Eddie reaches down to brush some hair out of your face when you look up at him through your lashes, gentle and loving, like you’re not gagging on his cock. He grabs himself at his base with one hand before pulling back, and you release him with a soft ‘pop’. “Look at me, honey — good girl — let me see —”

You already know what he wants. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, keeping your lust-filled gaze on him.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he praises, tapping his cock on your tongue. He moves to drag it along your cheek and you start to follow it, hungry for more. He chuckles deeply. “You like it that much, huh? Jesus.” 

He seems enamored with you, almost, like he can’t believe this is real life even though you’ve sucked him off plenty. You nod eagerly in response and smile with your eyes, your mouth still open and waiting for him. 

“Shit, alright. God, you’re so good, baby,” he says, pushing himself into you again. You keep your eyes on his, tears forming in the corners of yours as his cock hits the back of your throat. “So, so good. ‘Course I’m gonna give you whatever you want when you look at me like that. Shit, are those tears, sweetheart?”

You nod around his dick, and you’ve got about 30 seconds left in you before you’re gonna need some air. You can feel the first few tears running down your face, and you know all too well what it’s going to do to him.

“Fuckin’ crying ‘cause you love my cock so much? Jesus — fuck.”

You take a deep breath through your nose when he finally pulls back, because you know what’s coming. 

“I’m gonna wreck that pretty little throat of yours. Would you like that, princess?”

You nod. Fucking please.

He smirks, grabbing a fistful of your hair, and then he’s thrusting into your mouth with abandon. The room sounds like the audio to one of Eddie’s porn movies — the ones that Steve sneaks him sometimes — gagging and panting and a dirty fucking half-choke, half-gargle coming from you every time he hits the back of your throat. Your mascara’s running, and you feel like you’re on a different fucking planet when he fucks you like this. Spit’s dripping down your chin, onto your skirt, and your arousal is definitely creating a wet spot on the floor where you’re sat. 

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” He accentuates the Lord’s full name with three hard final thrusts, pulling out of you completely, grabbing you by your wrist and yanking you to your feet before you can even begin to process what’s happening. He bends you over the bed and flips up your skirt, dragging his cock through your folds once, twice, before entering you with ease. His hand is still in your hair, and he’s pulling your head up off the mattress as he resumes fucking you. 

You whine, turning your head to the side and opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out, because as good as he felt, you needed something in between your lips. 

“Oh, you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me. Fuck,” he pants, giving you what you want by placing two ringed fingers in your mouth.

You wrap your lips around them, sucking and humming contently, as he keeps thrusting into you hard and fast. 

“So fuckin’ greedy, baby. Need all your holes fuckin’ filled to shut you up, hm?” He takes his hand out of your hair and moves it down to your ass, his thumb dangerously close to your hole. “Is that what you want?” he continues. “Be fuckin’ plugged up?”

You nod frantically, managing a desperate, “mhm!” around his fingers. He slows down his thrusts for a few seconds, spitting onto your crack, dragging it down with his thumb and circling your hole. 

“Right there?” he teases, and you could start crying again with need. 

You manage something that sounds like a “please”, and it’s good enough for him. He resumes his brutal pace as he sticks his thumb in, and it’s just to the first knuckle, but it’s enough to send you into a near-delirious state. 

“Good girl,” Eddie praises, and you can hear the smirk in his voice. “So fuckin’ good at being so fuckin’ dirty.”

You let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a whine, and he sinks his thumb all the way in in response. 

“That what you wanted? Jesus, you drive me crazy with your fuckin’ whining. Shit,” he speeds up his thrusts. “I give you everything you want and you still fuckin’ whine, you notice that?”

“‘m sorry!” you manage to cry out, full on sobbing now as his cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust; moments away from your release. 

“No, it’s alright, princess. Just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

You shake your head, almost violently, accidentally ejecting his fingers from your mouth. 

“Please, please, please, please,” you chant through more sobs.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want,” he pants. His thrusts grow faster and sloppier, and you know he’s close, too. 

“Please, can I come!? Eddie, please, let me —”

“Oh, fuck. You can come, sweetheart —”

You’re pretty sure the scream you let out echoes through the whole trailer park as your orgasm hits you like a fucking tidal wave. 

“Fuck, oh my God — shit, you’re too perfect, I can fuckin’ feel you — ohhh, fuuuuck.”

You’re not even halfway through riding out your high before you feel Eddie filling you up, and you wish you could bottle up the sounds he’s making and keep them forever. 

He falls over you moments later, and you whimper at the loss of his thumb when he uses his forearms on either side of you to keep himself from crushing you completely, placing soft kisses to your nape and shoulder blades as you find your breathing again. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, placing another kiss there before mumbling, “I mean it. You’re gonna be the death of me.” 

You giggle sleepily, slowly coming out of your daze. “Hey, it’s not the worst way to go.” 

He chuckles, and you feel his chest vibrate against your bare back. “Well,” he places a kiss on your temple, “can’t argue with that… You okay?” he asks, taking in your mascara-stained cheeks and the fucked-out look on your face.

“Mhm,” you reply dreamily. “Think I want ice cream. Throat’s sore… jaw’s sore.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. You need to tell me if I’m being too —”

“I will, Eds,” you interrupt, before he can start feeling guilty, “But I like the ache, I promise.”

He huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head before kissing your temple again. “You’re such a freak.”

You smile. “And you love it.”

He nods. “And I love it.”

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[eldritch-thrumming]

what, like it’s hard?, pt. one

“it’s just that… if i want to win a seat in congress by the time i’m thirty, i need to find someone who’s serious about my career. not some little elementary school teacher that cares more about his students than what he’s wearing on my campaign stops,” tommy tells steve, as they’re sitting in quite possibly the fanciest restaurant steve’s ever step foot in. the menu hadn’t even included any prices.

“but… i’m seriously in love with you.” steve feels like his whole world is falling apart. just last week he’d been so sure that tommy was getting ready to propose. he’d introduced steve to his family—they’d spent a week out on martha’s vineyard for a family reunion at which steve had met tommy’s great-grandmother, hands laden with rings as she’d winked when tommy had asked for a private conversation. steve had been so sure that conversation was about the family ring.

“and i love you too, baby, but look. you don’t want to have to leave your students for half the year to come on the campaign trail with me, do you?” tommy asks, not even really looking at steve. he continues to just eat his stupid dinner as if he’s not ripping steve’s heart out at this very moment.

and steve can’t help but think how silly this all is, because it’s not like tommy’s actually running for anything right now. steve doesn’t even teach yet, beyond the two days a week he does his student teaching. they’re only 22, they haven’t even graduated northwestern with their bachelors degrees! but tommy’s saying these things as if they’re all real, right now.

“and i’m off to harvard next fall. it’s not like we’ll stay together while i’m there and you’re still here, right?”

and the thing is, steve had actually thought he’d be going with tommy to boston. they’re both set to graduate in the spring, steve with his degree in education and tommy with a dual major in pre-law and political science. they hadn’t really ever talked about it, but they’d been together since the beginning of their sophomore year. so yes, steve had thought they’d still be together when tommy started at harvard law.

but now steve’s starting to feel extra stupid.

“so… what? you’re breaking up with me?” steve starts to feel his chest tightening, like he might cry. he can’t believe that two hours ago he thought he’d been getting ready for a proposal.

“don’t think of it as a breakup, stevie… think of it as a conscious uncoupling. we’re just moving in two different directions. i’ll be at harvard law next semester and you’ll be…” tommy gives him a look of slight disdain—steve has never seen tommy look at him like that. waitstaff? sure. his driver? absolutely. but it’s never been directed at steve before. “well, you’ll be teaching snot-nosed six year olds. we’re on different paths.”

and that’s what truly makes steve’s blood boil. his passion for teaching and education is one of his greatest qualities and he’d thought that had been part of the reason tommy loved him. he didn’t realize that tommy loved him in spite of that. he’s not gonna let some asshole like tommy montgomery hagan iii tell him he’s no good.

so he doesn’t respond. he just takes the linen napkin off his lap and throws it on his half-eaten steak dinner and marches out of the restaurant.

tommy doesn’t even follow him out.

~*~

“oh steve… i’m sorry,” robin says to him about an hour later while steve lays his head in her lap on their dingy couch.

“it’s not even that he broke up with me,” he explains through tears. “it’s that he basically said i was worthless. like i couldn’t do anything better than teaching. as if teaching isn’t even an admirable profession! where would he be without his teachers, huh? isn’t this all about going to stupid harvard? what does he think the professors there actually do? knit?”

“is this a bad time to tell you that i always kind of hated him?” robin says, maybe trying to get him to laugh. but it kind of surprises steve. he sits up, knocking her hands from where they’ve been carding through his hair in the process.

“you did?! no, you didn’t.” he searches robin’s face for a moment and then sighs. “why didn’t you say anything? you could’ve saved me a whole lot of wasted time.”

“babe, you were so gooey-eyed for that guy, nothing i said was gonna change that. a crowbar couldn’t have pried you away from him. but you have to know he was an asshole.” when steve stares at her blankly, she huffs. “steve, he used to offer to cover the whole tab when we went out. how often did he ever actually pay, even for his own drinks? he made poor jonathan cry the last time we were all here for game night, just because jonathan asked for clarification on the rules for pictionary.” steve is still staring at her. “he tried to stiff argyle by offering him a flight on his dad’s private jet instead of paying for his weed and we all know he doesn’t even have access to the jet. dude was cheap as fuck and not even nice about it.”

steve thinks about it. it was kind of true. tommy was a horrible tipper—steve usually laid down a couple of twenties when they went to dinner together when tommy wasn’t looking. he can remember more than a few times where the guy had sent their food back even though it had looked perfectly wonderful to steve. so… okay, maybe robin had a point.

steve tells her as much, then adds, “but he was always nice to me.”

robin snorts. “are you kidding? he’s stood you up so many times i can’t even remember all of them. remember that time he said his first impression of you was that you weren’t as hot as your pictures? who says that to the person they’re dating?”

steve groans and lays his head back down in her lap.

“okay, so maybe you have a point about that too. but i was gonna marry him, rob. what do i do now?” he knows he’s whining, but he feels just a little bit entitled to it right now.

“i don’t know, babe. get over it, i guess. welcome to the world of us singles. it sucks out here.” steve can hear the fondness in robin’s voice as she says it, but still. it does sting just a little.

they sit there in silence for a while, with robin running her hands through his hair again. it’s so soothing that he almost jumps out of his skin when she speaks again.

“hey, you know what would be super funny?” she’s laughing a little as she says it.

“what?” steve had been dozing just a little and his voice sounds muffled by fatigue.

“if you got into harvard and just showed up on the first day. imagine the look on his face.”

steve laughs at how ridiculous that sounds. like he could get into harvard. plus, he’s got teaching to think about. he doesn’t have a place yet, but he knows he’ll get one soon.

but as he sits there with robin’s hands stroking through his hair, he begins to daydream about how shocked tommy would be. about how he’d have no choice but to eat his words when steve proves himself by getting into one of the most competitive programs in the country. about how good it would feel to prove the bastard wrong.

“robin?” she hums in response. “you’re a goddamn genius.”

~*~

“dingus, are you sure you want to do this?”

the spring semester starts in three days. it’s their last semester at northwestern and there’s nothing but great big darkness on the horizon of steve’s future. he hasn’t slept in two days, busy studying, thick workbooks piled around around him at the kitchen table. he knows what he must look like, over-caffeinated with bruises under his eyes.

“i’m sure.” steve has his lsat exam in one week. “i have to take the exam this week. apps are due by march first.”

“no, steve, i don’t mean taking the test. i mean applying at all. it’s clearly more stress than it’s worth. do you even want to go to law school?” robin sounds concerned and normally steve would think it’s very sweet, but currently it does nothing but irritate him.

“i could,” he responds grumpily.

robin sighs. “i just mean… is this worth it?”

steve looks up then and sees her biting her lip, clearly worried about him. he puts his pencil down and stops the timer on his phone, giving her his full attention.

“this isn’t just about tommy.” robin gives him a skeptical look and it’s his turn to sigh. “it’s really not. maybe it started out that way, maybe it was just a stupid joke to get revenge on the asshole, but now it’s more than that. it’s proving that i can do something unexpected of me.” he swallows. “no one even believed i would get into college. i was just some stupid jock in high school who’d never amount to anything. and then i got in to northwestern and i was so shocked and happy. but i found out that my dad had actually pulled a bunch of strings. so i hadn’t gotten in on my own merits. he didn’t think i could. but now…” he runs a hand through his hair nervously. he’s never said any of this out loud before. “he’s not around now. there’s no one to help me. no safety net. if i can do this, it’ll prove something to me. something that maybe i don’t really believe yet.”

he expects robin to say something about external validation being a corrupting force and identity built on academic achievement being solely a losing game, but she doesn’t. instead, she sits down across the table from him and picks up a workbook.

“okay,” she says. “what do we have to do?”

~*~

“mail here?” steve calls out when he hears the front door close behind robin.

there’s a moment that feels like a pause. “yeah, it’s here.”

steve practically sprints from his bedroom to his living room. robin holds a single white envelope in her hand. steve all but snatches it from her.

his fingers move to rip it open, but then he hesitates. he thrusts it back towards robin. “i can’t,” he tells her. “you do it.”

her eyebrows shoot up. “you’re sure?” steve nods. he watches her rip the envelope open, bouncing on his feet. she scans the page and then she’s smiling.

steve grabs the paper from her. “oh my god?!” he yells. “oh my god!”

robin practically jumps into his arms. “179, baby! harvard law here we come.”

~*~

even after such a successful run at the lsats, there’s still the little matter of actually getting in to the school. steve’s only experience with the academic application process was with undergrad and it appears that applying for anything beyond a bachelors degree is an entirely different ball game. he’s so out of his depth that he’s forced to turn to grad school message boards for advice and tips of how to get in. it seems like everyone else is applying to a hundred different schools while steve’s only applying to one. he learns this is a terrible strategy for planning one’s future, but that doesn’t really matter to steve. for him, it’s harvard or nothing.

there are so many different parts of the application that it makes steve’s head spin. there’s the statement of purpose and the personal statement—the difference between those two requires robin’s careful and slow explanation about three separate times. then there’s the writing sample and the application and the recommendations and the transcripts and and and

but with robin’s help, steve completes each component and successfully sends his materials by the day of the deadline.

steve’s never been a patient person. no one on earth would accuse him of that, so even he can tell that he’s getting on robin’s nerves every day as he practically pounces on her when she returns from collecting the mail.

and then one day, finally, at the end of april, she comes through the front door and clutched in her hand is a big, thick white envelope emblazoned with the words ‘harvard law’ in bold, beautiful crimson red.

~*~

“last chance to back out,” robin says smiling as she swings herself up into the passengers seat of their rented u-haul.

“nah.” steve returns her smile as he slides his sunglasses from his hair onto his face. “let’s get out of this dump.”

and with that, they leave their first apartment behind, headed to the coast.

[wanted to finish this completely before posting but my benadryls kicking in and i have no self control. eventual steddie, promise! no tag list for this one, sorry!! it’s giving me anxiety on the other one lol absolutely not edited, if u see a typo no u don’t. i wrote this on my phone in a feverish frenzy. also, i originally invented someone for the role of warner but then i was like ‘IDIOT!!!!! why would u not choose tommy?????’ so if there’s a name in here that shouldn’t be, no there isn’t.]

#the not as hot as ur pictures thing is a real thing my ex said to me after we’d been together for like six months lol called me ugly 😭 #legally blonde au #steddie #steddie fic #steddie legally blonde au #this will EVENTUALLY be steddie if i write more lol #robin buckley #steve harrington #platonic stobin #steddie fanfic #steddie ficlet #i’m setting it up!!!!! #eddie will be a bartender not a law guy sorry!!!! lawyer!eddie just don’t feel right to me #steddie fanfiction #steddie blurb #guess what i watched tonight #well i also watched mean girls lol #here have this half finished thing #i wanted to finish it before posting but

[lovebugism]

Spoooooky request, what if the gang went to a haunted house and everyone made fun of reader for being scared, but Steve holds her hand and walks with her 👻

thanks for requesting angel! i switched it up a bit and did a sort of second part to this fic! you def don't have to read it but it'll give some context :D — you're still getting used to the world post-vecna, but it's easier with steve holding your hand

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

The haunted house off Fifth Street looks strangely familiar. Two stories, faded cornflower paint job, boarded up windows. It looks like a dollhouse from hell. It looks like the goddamn Creel House. It’s like some kind of sick joke.

It didn’t take Hawkins very long to recover from last spring. Mostly because it was just an earthquake to everyone else. No one died, nothing was ruined beyond repair. To the rest of the town, it was just a minor natural disaster — an inconvenience more than anything.

No one knows that a thirteen-year-old girl killed the monster trying to end the world. No one knows that the local freak nearly died saving a bunch of teenagers. No one knows that one song, one heavy metal guitar, and one good memory just narrowly saved your life. 

It’s secrets all of you are gonna have to keep for the rest of your lives. It weighs you down accordingly.

“Am I crazy, or is that…?” Robin trails off, freckled chin tilted towards the velvet blue sky as she gapes at the artificially rotted house. It glows a sickly green color on the outside. The windows light up red every now and then, in time with the screams echoing from the upper story.

“Yeah,” Nancy answers, breathless and equally dumbfounded. “I think it is.”

A beat of silence falls over the group of you. It doesn’t feel so heavy with the surrounding chatter. The crowd continues to bustle around you on the street, falling over themselves with laughter and lingering fright. They have no idea the ghost story they grew up with nearly destroyed the world.

The bitter realization makes your chest ache. Steve seemingly understands this and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. You wonder if he can feel the way you tremble.

Eddie scoffs a cynical laugh from the other side of you. A pink, sadistic grin tugs at his lips, almost as wild as his curls billowing in the autumn breeze. “It’s basically kismet then, huh?”

Steve shoots the boy a half-hearted glare, then deflates because he realizes he can’t really be mad about it. Those damn demobats might’ve taken a pound of flesh from his stomach, but it’s nowhere near the feast they made out of Munson.

“C’mon on, dude,” he murmurs quietly with a subtle nod down at you.

“What?” Eddie snorts. “If I don’t laugh bout it, I’ll start crying, so… Take your pick, man.”

Steve wants to tell him that there’s no shame in crying. That he’s done it plenty of times since the fall of ’84. He’s cried for you, for himself, for the kids who will never get to be kids again. He figures it’s better than letting it all build up until you damn near explode. 

But now’s probably not the best time for that talk. Or any time, really. He’ll get you to get all serious and sappy with Eddie about that another time, just like you did for him.

“I’m gonna, uh— I’m gonna go get the tickets,” Jonathan murmurs with his usual Byers mumblings. 

He wasn’t around for the whole Vecna ordeal — just the weird shit in California and the secret lair thing in Nevada. He feels like he can be a bit braver about the whole thing for the four of you.

Nancy brushes a kiss to the boy’s cheek before he leaves. She does that a lot now, with Jonathan and all the rest of you. She always feels like she needs to say a proper goodbye and I love you whenever someone leaves. Just in case the world decides to end again.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Steve mutters to you, gaze twinkling with sincerity but stern still. “You know that, right?”

He knows that you know, but he feels the need to say it anyway. Mostly because he knows you were already scared of most things before everything went to shit. You’ve always been delicate, tender, like an open wound. Now, you can’t step outside without shaking. You’re always shuddering with the distant fear that the curse might return and no one will be there to save you.

Steve knows this, too. That’s why he holds so ardently to your trembling hand. It’s a silent reminder that he’s there, that he won’t let anything happen to you again, that he’ll always be around to save you when you need him.

“Oh, my god,” Robin groans, eyes wide and head tilted back. “Leave her alone, Steve! She’s fine!”

You know she’s just trying to be supportive. She thinks Steve’s coddling you because you’re quiet — that he’s sticking up for you because he thinks you can’t stick up for yourself. 

He is. And you can’t. But still, she’s only trying to help.

Steve looks to his left to glare at her. They seem to communicate telepathically for a moment. His eyes soften again when he turns back to you. His deep cinnamon gaze swims with a honeyed concern, a silent “Are you fine?”

You nod. “I’m okay,” you tell him, mustering a soft smile that wavers at the edges.

He doesn’t believe you, not completely, but he doesn’t press it any further.

Jonathan returns with the ticket stubs. They’re black and blood red. You take the one he gives you with hesitant, clammy hands. He seems to notice how terrified you are without you having to say a single goddamn word.

“I’m not a huge fan of these things either,” he confesses with a thin-lipped smile. A light-hearted way of telling you that you’re not alone in the fear you keep hidden (very poorly hidden, you figure).

You smile back at him, but it doesn’t quite meet your eyes. 

Your fingers fidget with the paper stub — maybe a distraction for yourself or maybe to hide how you’re too anxious to stay still. Steve figures it’s a bit of both. ‘Cause he knows you too well and not a thing gets by him. There’s nothing about you that he doesn’t notice.

He turns to face you completely while everyone else gets their ticket. He keeps his wedged between his middle and forefinger as his hands curl around the outsides of your elbows. He’s serious, but still soft — gentle, but still firm. 

“Babe—”

“Stevie,” you interject with a similar tone. “I’m okay.”

“You heard her, Stevie. She’s fine!” Robin retorts, curling her maroon-tinted lips into a smirk. She scoffs out a laugh and gestures up to the fake haunt across the street. “This shit is basically for kids. No one’s dying here, alright?”

You know what she’s doing. She’s sticking up for you and taking the piss out of her best friend at the same time. It’s nothing new — hell, it’s her favorite hobby. She’s got your back now the same way she had it in that house last spring. 

But still, her words sting a little.

Because she’s right. This place is for kids. And you still feel a bit like you’re dying.

Steve knows this, too. He knows everything about you. Even the stuff you wish he didn’t.

His sneakers scuff against the pavement when he turns to Robin. His eyes narrow in a challenging squint as he crosses his arms over his chest. He doesn’t look quite as intimidating as usual in his fluffy, cable-knit sweater. 

“Well, you know what? I’m scared, actually. I don’t wanna do it, okay? You got me, Rob.”

The girl grins something cynical. She shakes her head all slow, like she’s just caught him in some kind of lie. “I knew it. You little baby.”

Steve lets her tease him. It’s not like he isn’t used to it by now. He just rolls his eyes and bears it, lets her laugh about it with the rest of the group as they head towards the haunted house. 

You watch with an attentive gaze while they head inside, flinching softly when you hear a thunderous boom and the sound of their screaming a second later. It leaves you secretly grateful that you hadn’t gone in behind them. 

A wavering sigh tumbles from your lips, a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Steve exhales a gentle laugh from beside you. He smooths a wide palm up your spine and down again. He leans over to press the side of his hip against yours.

You cross your arms over your chest to make yourself as small as possible while you glance over at the boy beside you. You look at him so far beneath your lashes you’re basically peering at him from the corner of your eye.

“Thank you,” is all you say. It’s all you need to say.

Steve shrugs with a plush, crooked grin. “’S okay. I know you’re too sweet to say no, so…”

“I wanted to do it,” you confess, clearing your throat when your voice breaks.

“I know.”

“I guess I’m not… as used to everything as I thought.”

“I know,” Steve repeats. His hand curls around your waist and makes a home in the very center of it. He pulls you closer with the urge to melt into you. His brows raise, eyes sparkling when his smile widens. “But that’s why I’m here, though, right? We’re gonna get better together.”

You nod up at him, smiling more sincerely now. 

Arms still crossed, your hands ball into fists to fight the urge to smooth a hand through his hair — to push back the rogue chestnut strands hanging over his forehead.

You hesitate, so he beats you to the draw. He swipes a golden hand over his head right before he leans down to kiss you. 

He smacks a sweet peck to your smile. A bright light flashes with another thunderous boom a moment later. You flinch and pull back. You swear you hear Eddie screaming, “jesus fucking christ!” from the upper story. You forget to be scared.

You didn’t think it was possible. The whole getting better thing.

Steve makes you feel like could be.

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[navybrat817]

A Crown of Flowers

Pairing: Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: You make Bucky a crown of flowers and he gets a little closer to the shifter quickly stealing his heart. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Shifters, flirting, slight possessive behavior, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Previous Part of AU: The Pull of Gravity A/N: More Wolfie and Little Red! I really need to give this AU a name. ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics! ❤️Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky considered himself to be a dangerous predator. A good man by nature, but vicious when the occasion called for it. Sam told him more than once that he didn’t look approachable even when he wasn’t in wolf form. A far cry from his younger years when he charmed most people around him with a smile. Life in the woods and seeing the things in both his human and shifter form changed him. He hoped for the better, even with his sometimes grumpy nature.

He was far from the predator he claimed to think he was thanks to the crown of flowers on his head.

“You look so pretty, Wolfie!” you smiled, reaching over to adjust the crown. Your eyes narrowed at the unmistakable growl that left his lips. “Oh, don’t you dare growl at me. That may work with your pack or family or whatever you call them, but not me.”

His lip lifted in a softer sort of snarl, but you remained unafraid as you tucked a lone flower behind your ear. You somehow convinced him to sit in the garden beside you and it felt nice. When was the last time he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of it? “And what are you gonna do about it? Bite me again?”

“Don’t tempt me,” you smirked, playfully snapping your teeth for good measure. “I don’t know why you have that look on your face. The crown looks nice. Steve’s wearing his with pride.”

“He’s just being nice to you,” he said.

But if we’re comparing crowns, mine is nicer and I refuse to let those words leave my mouth.

“Yeah, he’s a nice guy. That’s why he gave me your shirt,” you said, gesturing to the fabric that covered your skin.

Shifters ran warm, but it was starting to get darker and colder. You hadn’t had a chance to get the red cape of yours that you mentioned. Steve was kind enough to get you a long shirt of Bucky’s to wear, to both his and your disappointment when you covered yourself up. It was also smart on the blonde’s part not to give you one of his own shirts, as if he sensed that Bucky wouldn’t like anyone else’s scent on you.

I’m possessive and I’m fucked.

“We should probably head inside. I’m sure you’re starving,” he said, knowing if he dwelled for too long at the thought of his scent on you that he’d fuck you right there in the dirt.

Only if you wanted that.

“In a minute. I want to enjoy the view a little longer,” you said, leaning back on your hands to look up at the sky. While you took in the sight above you, he kept his eyes on you. “It’s nice here.”

“Yeah, it is,” he agreed, taking a quick look around as he inhaled the comforting smell of his surroundings. Your fragrance in the mix added something he didn’t know was missing or longing for. “It’s home.”

“Home,” you whispered, as if the taste of the word was bittersweet. No doubt a part of your story he knew you wouldn’t tell him today. “How did you two meet? You and Steve. Did you grow up together?”

“We did. He’s been my best friend since he was a runt. We’ve always looked out for each other,” he said, taking another flower to put behind your other ear. Your hand shot out to grip his wrist before he got too close. “You’re quick.”

“And strong, but not quite as strong as you are,” you smiled, releasing his wrist and tilting your head to allow him to continue. He tried his hardest not to smile at the compliment. “Must’ve been nice to grow up with a shifter friend.”

“It was, especially since we’re both wolves. My parents were shifters, too, but not having to keep it a secret from Steve made it a little easier. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.”

“Because you understood what the other was going through. You had someone to confide in and I’m sure he did the same in return. I’m also guessing you both understood the need to keep it a secret with people outside of your circle, as well as the need to protect each other,” you mused, tilting your head to gaze at him with a wistful stare. “You weren’t alone.”

Shadows clouded your eyes as he inhaled slowly, mentally noting the subtle change in your scent. He caught shifts occasionally with Steve and the others when their moods changed, but this was something different. It was as if he could taste your tears on his tongue, but you weren’t crying on the surface. At that moment, he wanted to crawl inside your mind and heart to soothe whatever pain you tried so hard to hide.

Who hurt you? Tell me so I can deal with them.

“May I ask you a question and you don’t have to answer it?”

“Okay,” you answered.

“Why did you decide to come here?” he asked.

You breathed out when you shrugged. “Besides being wildly attracted to your rugged good looks?”

“Yeah, besides that,” he smirked, taking your hand in his. Yours was soft on the top and rougher on the palm. It suited your form. Playful and endearing, but ready and willing to fight.

His was rough all over.

“I got the sense that you’re not a bad guy. And I know if I would’ve pushed hard enough to make you go your way while I went mine, you would’ve let me,” you told him, gently running your thumb along his palm. You didn’t seem to mind his calloused touch. “My instinct said I could trust you, so I came here.”

Something warm wrapped around his heart at your admission. He wondered how long it had been since you put your trust in someone else. “I’m glad you did,” he said, his voice soft. He was glad you accepted his offer.

You smiled before you dug your nails into his hand. “I don’t trust easily, Wolfie. Don’t make me regret it,” you whispered.

A whispered threat is often more terrifying than a scream.

“I won’t, Little Red,” he promised, his voice at the same level as yours as he leaned in closer. “But while we’re on the subject of things given and earned, don’t break my heart.”

He heard the air leave your lungs as you loosened your grip and laughed, a sweet, beautiful sound. “You can’t give me your heart.”

“Why not?”.

“Because you’ve known me for a day and part of that was spent killing and burying a guy. That’s not romance. That’s a murder. What love story starts with murder?”

Ours.

Bucky tilted his head like he was actually trying to think of another couple. “Technically, it started when you came into my territory. So our story actually began with you trespassing,” he smiled.

“And it continued with you stalking me. Trespassing, stalking, murder. Just a day in the life of a shifter,” you teased before your smile fell. “Even if you’re joking, why would you give your heart to me? I haven’t done anything to earn it.”

“Because I know you don’t trust easily and you still took a chance by coming here,” he replied. You chose to walk beside me. “So if you can give me your trust, why am I not allowed to give you my heart?”

“That is different!” you said, booping his nose with your finger. “I know you’re attracted to me and I suspect you don’t open up to many people either, but wanting me and wanting me are two different things.”

He brought a hand to the nape of your neck as he pressed his forehead against yours. “I can do whatever I want with my heart,” he whispered, closing his eyes when your breath touched his lips. “I just need to hear you say you won’t break it.”

A heartbeat passed before you spoke. “I won’t break your heart, Wolfie.”

Thank you.

Bucky wanted to close the gap and kiss you. It would’ve been easy to lay you down in the dirt and indulge himself in the warm haven between your thighs. But he would let you take the first step. If you were willing to trust him, he could calm his primal urges until you allowed him to unleash them.

“I think I want to play tomorrow,” you said, leaning back slightly and breaking the temporary spell he was under. “What’s there to do around here? Besides each other?”

The deep rumble in his chest only made you smirk. “Why do you keep teasing me?”

“Because it’s fun,” you said with a lift of your shoulder. “I’m not teasing you just to tease you. I very much plan to let you wreck me and I’ll happily welcome you into my mouth and pussy.”

Fuck. She’s trying to kill me.

“I may sit on your face for good measure,” you added, resting back on your hands again. You didn’t quite open your legs, but the stance was wider than before. “You strike me as someone who gets very hungry.”

Bucky ran his teeth along his bottom lip. “And you strike me as the type who’d ride my face to indulge me.”

“Oh, I would. And I’ll make you wear a flower crown while you show me what you can do with your tongue.”

Suddenly flower crowns are my favorite thing.

“I’d say it’s time to eat, but that’s maybe the wrong choice of words!” Steve called out from the other end of the garden.

Fucking punk and his fucking-

“Why are you yelling?!” Bucky shouted back as he threw up his hands. “Why don’t you walk over like a decent human being and tell us?”

“You’re yelling back at me!” Steve pointed out as your shoulders shook with laughter. “And I’m not walking over there when you two are seconds away from going at it.”

“We won’t go at it today, Steve!” you announced, giggling still as you pushed yourself up and dusted the dirt from your legs. “We’ll wait until tomorrow before we cause more havoc. I think we caused enough for today.”

He chuckled after a moment. It had been a day. “We’ll be right there, Steve,” he said, shaking his head as he watched his friend hurry away. “Punk.”

“I like him,” you said, taking his hands to pull him up. “You never answered my question. What’s there to do around here?”

“There’s a pond not too far from here that’s pretty much ours at this point. No one else really goes there,” he said, adjusting the crown so it stayed on his head.

An amused look crossed your face, but you quickly let it fade. “Maybe we can go for a swim,” you suggested before you turned on your heel. “Maybe I’ll even let you chase me.”

“You’ll let me chase you?” he asked, taking in how good you looked in his shirt. It somehow made the curves of your body more tempting than before. “Hunt you down?”

“If you’re good,” you said over your shoulder. “If I do decide you can chase me and you catch me, you can have me then and there. On one condition.”

Bucky had to will his cock not to twitch. How could he make time go faster? “What’s that?”

“Don’t laugh,” you warned as you turned back toward him. Your finger tapped against your thigh before you lifted your chin. “I want a warm blanket when I go to sleep tonight.”

He didn’t laugh at your request. He wouldn’t dream of it. But it did surprise him. It was a simple ask, but maybe it was much more significant in your eyes. “You can have my bed and the blankets on it.”

“You’re giving me your bed?” you asked, your eyes widening as he nodded. “No, I’m not making you sleep somewhere else just because I’m staying the night. We’ll share your bed. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

“Thank you, Wolfie,” you said.

“You’re welcome, Little Red.”

You tapped your thigh again with a small smile. “Can you show me your bed before we eat?”

“Sure,” he smiled, motioning for you to go with him. There was a spring in your step as you walked beside him and he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face when he let you into his small hut. While everyone used the common area for living, they also had their own sanctuary for privacy and sleep. “This isn’t much, but-”

You darted past Bucky and launched yourself onto his bed. With a happy sigh, you rolled back and forth, your body eventually touching every inch of the mattress, blankets, and pillows. He didn’t ask what you were doing or why because he sensed your happiness.

He wasn’t about to interrupt that.

You sat up with a grin once you stopped. “Now that you have my scent all over your bed, we can eat,” you said, skipping over to grab his hand.

You’re possessive of me, too.

“I’ll give you the grand tour of the hut once we’re done,” he joked.

“Looking forward to it,” you said with complete sincerity.

Just like he was looking forward to having you around a little longer.

What do we think? Wolfie hunting Little Red down? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[stevenose]

Obsessed with the thought of Steve torturing your hyper sensitive nipples after overstimulating your clit just to hear you beg for his cock

reader with a vagina, no gendered terms for reader

this is soooo shy!reader from the car blurb series i’m doin … steves gonna play with you. needs to hear that sweet lil voice whimpering and moaning just for him. and you’re trying so hard not to let him hear you. he’d be annoyed if you weren’t so cute. he has his thumb pressed nice and tight against your clit, rubbing slow, small circles into it while his mouth sucks bruises into your neck. as if he’s trying to pull your moans out from you.

you’re writhing below him. hands clenched tight around his biceps, half pushing him away - the attention is overwhelming - and half keeping him in place. steve coos at you, smiling sweet. he licks a fat stripe up your neck and rests his lips on the shell of your ear.

“does it feel good?”

you nod, eyes tightly shut.

“let me hear you,” he presses, his thumb applying a bit more pressure, moving a little faster.

“steve,” you whimper, embarrassed.

he’d like to quip at you, but your tits distract him (when don’t they?). your nipples look delicious, perked upwards, calling for his mouth. experimentally, he blows on them, watching in awe as your back arches them up towards him.

“jesus,” he groans. “you’re so fucking pretty. y’know that?”

you don’t answer, but it’s okay. he just has to get you worked up enough and then you’ll do whatever he asks. he slides his thumb up and down your folds, ruining any chance of orgasm you had, leaving you with the ache. you’re dripping onto his sheets and he’ll probably shove his face into it later while jerking himself off.

“what am i doin’ to you, baby?” he asks, like he’s sympathetic. “makin’ this pretty pussy cry?”

you nod, reaching up to cover your face.

“hey,” he calls softly, rubbing his nose against your hands. “it’s okay, think it’s so hot.”

you whimper again, thighs attempting to shut around his hand. he giggles, lets you do whatever you need to, and leans down to kiss down the swell of your breast to your perked bud.

“ah!”

steve’s gonna cum in his pants if you keep being vocal like that. he’s too excited, keeps trying to go slow, flicks your nipple with his tongue before closing his mouth around it. lets his teeth nip you just a bit, enough to make you -

“oh my god,” you moan, so whorish, so unlike you.

“there we go,” he moans back, mouth still full of you. he sucks your nipple gently and bites one more time before pulling away, pupils wide, drinking you in. “such pretty sounds, lemme hear some more -“

and you wail again when he gets back to it. your thighs squeeze harshly against his hand, threatening to make it go numb. you need him so bad, and he needs you even more. he licks a broad stripe up your tit before kissing over to the other one, giving it the same treatment, leaving hickeys on the swell of your breast.

“steve,” you gasp, hips bucking, thighs clenching. “oh, fuck, please?”

“what do you want?”

“god - what - whatever you’ll give me,” you pant, beads of sweat glistening at your hairline.

steve opens his mouth with a retort - this is what i’m giving you - but you steal his breath away when you moan, “i want your cock.”

“my cock?” he repeats, awestruck. about to fucking cum. there’s a lil string of saliva connecting you. “honey, i thought we didn’t do that.”

because, yeah, you’ve only ever just played with each other. his cock and your cunt have not yet met. but you want it more than anything now, so much that it feels like you’ll die if you don’t have it.

“please,” you beg, eyes wide, chest heaving. “i don’t care, i want it now, please, steve.”

a big hand parts your thighs again, letting him sink a finger inside of you. watching with frenzied hazel eyes at your reaction to the stretch, to the relief. how you sink down into his covers and sigh, shakily parting your legs for him to bully his way between them.

“say it again,” he begs, voice cracking.

there’s no hesitation. “i need your cock, steve.”

his finger curls up, making you cry as he finds your sweet spot. “uh-huh, angel, and you’re gonna fuckin’ get it.”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #consider this an unofficial 5th blurb. or whatever part we are on

[piratefishmama]

Finders Givers | Part 2

“STEVEN MARION HARRINGTON.”

“Not my middle name.” Although Robin had made several valiant attempts in guessing it every time she needed to burst into his office all guns blazing. Which was unfortunately… often. She still hadn’t managed to crack it.

He didn’t actually have a middle name. He wasn’t going to tell her that though, this was funnier.

She slapped a sheaf of papers down onto his desk, a brief flick of the first page told him they were call logs and transcripts “What did you DO?! Claudia’s been getting calls all morning asking about renovations?”

“Okay, so, in my defence. It was Nancy’s idea.” That was his whole defence. It was Nancy’s idea. His idea had been worse.

“Explain.”

“You know, most people in my position don’t have to explain themselves to people who work for them, their people just respect them, and do as they say without argument.” He mused, mostly to himself, but he could see the woman’s eye twitch in annoyance and so he sighed in defeat, it’d only wind up with him having those papers whapped around his head. “Remember the wallet I found?”

“The one that was bumming you out?”

“Yeah! Well, when I went out for a walk, I found the guys work address and—”

“You know we have guys who do that sort of shit for us, right? You can’t be stalking people, Dingus, what the fuck?” That sheaf of papers was dangerously close to hitting him. She’d picked them back up an everything.

“Just listen! He was at work, I didn’t talk to him or anything I’m not stupid, but... his manager made this girl cry so he just decked him, laid him out, one punch an he was down, then he just quit his job, right there, shit was spectacular.” Steve could appreciate a good bit of muscle, could appreciate a scrapper. Plus the guy was hot so, that helped. “Doesn’t look like his photo either, he’s got so much hair, Robs, it’s... wow, he’s just—”

“Ew, I don’t wanna hear about your crush on some random guy, what’s this got to do with these renovations Claudia’s being spammed over?”

“Okay so, guy lost his job.”

“Quit, quit his job.”

“Defending a ladies honour, something I thought you’d appreciate.” She raised a single unimpressed brow “but, I... I was gonna just send him rent money for a few months, y’know, cover a few bills, charity!” His heart was in the right place, his head however, his head was in space.

“That’s not charity that’s stupidity, but go on.”

“That’s what Nance said! Apparently it’d be suspicious if I were to be found sending large amounts of cash in nondescript envelopes to an apartment block notorious for drug activity, so she suggested that since I’m already buying that bar nearby, it’d look less conspicuous if I just... bought the building the guy lives in and claim I was developing it, make it seem like I have an interest in building up local problem areas.” She frowned, silent in her thoughts as she processed.

“... And what about the rent forgiveness?”

“I was gonna pay for his rent, might as well just not have him pay rent, y’know? An it’s gotta be building wide or there’ll be questions, like why is he so special, it’d put him under scrutiny. So Nance suggested putting a stop on rent as we ‘renovate’ as a sort of, we’re disrupting your life so here’s a break for you kinda deal.” Honestly Nancy really was a life saver, he really ought to give her a raise, he’d have been fucked over years ago had he not pulled her into the fold.

“So that means we’re actually going to have to renovate this block then?”

“I mean—”

“Were going to have to renovate this block, Steve. We can’t just forgive the rent forever, that’s bonkers, that would raise eyebrows, and we can’t afford eyebrows being raised at us right now. So you’re going to have to have professionals go in and survey the apartments inside for renovations.” This was now an actual thing he’d have to do.

“Ah well, gives me something to occupy my time with. Also I was thinking—”

“Never a good sign”

“Shut up, I was thinking of putting Argyle in there as a plant, like... the drugs being peddled out of that block are just trash, at least we could get a solid dealer in there and get Argyle out of the Wheelers basement.” He’d only been staying there because Joyce didn’t have a basement and Jonathan didn’t have room for him.

He was Jonathan's friend, and Jonathan came with Nancy, Steve didn’t have any reason to help him out. Now he did! And that reason was getting those poor people better weed.

“Are you not worried that the existing dealers will start shit with him for moving into their turf?”

“They touch him they deal with Hargrove, he's been particularly irritable lately, anything could set him off, pretty sure he’d be jazzed to break a few legs.” Release some of that pent up rage he seemed so good at bottling up in tiny easily burstable bottles. “One visit from that nut job and they’ll settle right down.”

He didn’t like Hargrove, but he had to admit the guy was a useful enforcer. Indebted to Steve too after Jane had taken a nail imbedded baseball bat to his old employers head in a bid to help her friend Max escape the debt her stepdad had racked up with him. Billy had also been freed, being Max’s step brother, left unmoored and in danger of a jail cell.

Steve had taken them both in after getting rid of Creels corpse. It was Hopper’s idea. Billy wouldn’t have survived in jail, too many enemies in there.

“It only takes one hit to hurt Argyle beyond repair though, maybe get rid of the dealers in there already, then give Argyle one of the apartments.”

“See you’re already on board!” And there was the whack round the head with the papers, his sharp objection going ignored.

“Fine, I’m on board, but only because it’s Nancy’s idea.” She was retreating as she spoke “Yours was a trash fire, like, not just one of those little oil barrel fires I mean like a whole dumpster fire. Argyle stays out until it’s safe though, I mean it Steve, I will get Hopper involved.” She opened the door, ready to go.

“You can’t threaten me with my own Chief of Police! That’s so mean!”

“Watch me, dingus. Also you have two people downstairs from your little block purchase wanting more information, do you wanna deal with them or should I?”

“Do you think I could actually spin a good idea to explain this that won’t get immediately reworked by either you or Nance?” She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face that answered his question more than any actual answer would have. “Exactly, you deal with it, you’re better at timelines an stuff anyway.” He was more the big idea guy.

“Yeah but you’re better at people.” It was true, Steve was more the people person out of the two of them. “Fine, I’ll deal with it, and I’ll ask Nance to find some decent contractors to do the work for us. Maybe… drop into my office in like, ten minutes? Considering you let your dick lead you to places I wouldn’t even go with a gun, you should at least make an appearance for these people whose lives you’ve interrupted.”

“Ngghhh fine. Fine. I’ll be there in ten.” And she was out with a tiny salute as her goodbye.  

Part 4

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: light-hearted stalker vibes

[dreamofbecoming]

ok fuck it context now on ao3

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“I’m freaking out, man!”

“You’re what? Why? This is like, what you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?”

“I mean, yeah, dude, but now it’s here, it’s happening, and tomorrow it’ll be done and I can’t take it back!”

“Do you want to take it back? Because I think that’s a terrible idea, but if it’s really what you want, I’ll sneak you out the back right now.”

Dustin deflates a little, slumping into the plush chair this weird little church greenroom was nice enough to provide. “No, I don’t want to leave. Of course I don’t.”

Steve puts his hands on Dustin’s shoulders, not massaging, just resting. He doesn’t want to smear too much of his scent onto him before the ceremony, but old habits die hard. Steve suspects he’s always going to want to scent the kids for comfort, even though they’re literally all grown and starting families of their own and don’t need their old omega babysitter anymore.

Case in point, Dustin’s wedding is meant to start in, oh, looks like about 25 minutes, so Steve has to smooth this crisis over double time.

“What’s really bothering you, Dust? You were over the moon yesterday, and the day before that, and every day since you and Susie proposed to each other. Hell, every day since you met! What’s going on now?”

There’s a pause, which is always unsettling coming from Dustin, who hasn’t shut up for more than twelve consecutive minutes in the decade plus Steve has known him, but then he sighs.

“She wants kids.”

Steve’s brow furrows. “And you…don’t?”

Dustin huffs, frustration rising in his scent. “It’s not that I don’t, it’s that I don’t know if it’s a good idea, you know?”

“And you guys haven’t talked about this before now? You’ve been together for like eleven years, dude!”

“We have, of course we have! I’m just thinking about the risks, Steve! I’m a beta, I can’t carry her pups, and pregnancies are dicey for alpha females! What if something happens?”

“First of all don’t call women females, it’s weird. Erica or Nance will definitely smack you for that, and you don’t need a black eye in your wedding photos.” Dustin nods, cringing a little.

“Second, pregnancy isn’t the only option, man, and also it’s her decision. If she wants to carry them, that’s a discussion you need to have with her, but you can’t just shut her down about it. She knew you were a beta when she decided to marry you. She picked you because she loves you, don’t go deciding for her she’s better off with someone else. And besides, if you decide it doesn’t feel right for both of you, you can talk about adoption, or surrogacy, or…I don’t know what all the options are, but I bet there’s tons! Hell, I’d carry for you guys, if you wanted.”

“You would?” Dustin’s eyes get big and shiny almost immediately, and shit, Steve’s gotta shut this down now. The groom can’t be going out there with red eyes and tear stains, Susie will murder Steve on principle.

But he can’t lie to Dustin. Swore he never would, not when it mattered. “Course I would, man, what’s family for? Aw hell, kid, don’t cry, your mate will run me over with her car if your photos are fucked up because of me.”

“I just- I can’t believe you’d do that for me! You don’t even know if I’ll be any good at it!”

Ah, so that’s what this is really about.

“Of course you’ll be good at it, Henderson. You’d be an incredible dad, any kid would be lucky to have you. I mean, your kids are gonna turn out to be nerd city, but that was always a given.”

Dustin gives him a bitchy little eye roll, which was of course Steve’s aim. He still smells anxious, though.

“How can you be sure, though? It’s not like I have any idea what a dad is supposed to be like, you know? It’s why I kept latching onto older male figures, no offense to you and Eddie.”

Little shit. “You should be so lucky, you little twerp.”

Dustin shoves him away, but he’s grinning now, and his scent is slowly returning to the lemon-bright joy that colors it so often Steve just associates it with Dustin’s base scent at this point, so he’ll take the win.

“You really wanna know how I know you’ll make a great dad, Dustybun?”

“Don’t fucking call me that, today’s supposed to be my day!”

“I’m your best man, I’ll call you whatever I want. Seriously though, I have a story for you.”

“A story, huh? I don’t know, Eddie’s more the storyteller in your relationship…”

“I’m gonna go out there and tell your bride to delay the ceremony because you shat your slacks and need new ones, you menace.”

“Okay, okay!” Dustin laughs. “Tell your story.”

“I was gonna put this in my speech later, but I think you need to hear it now, and honestly it might be more about me than you, and I don’t want to steal the spotlight or anything.”

“Not worried about that, but I’m intrigued.”

“You know how when you’re a kid, you learn how to pick out emotion scents by context clues, from like your family and stuff?”

Dustin lifts an unimpressed eyebrow. “Yes, Steve, I’m aware of one of the foundational tenets of our society, which we all personally experienced.”

“Almost fifteen years I’ve known you, and your attitude hasn’t improved one bit, you know that?”

Dustin waves imperiously for him to continue. Steve glares at him, but they really are running short on time.

“You ever know a kid who had like, a gap? Some feeling they had never run into before, so they didn’t know what the smell meant?” Dustin shakes his head, looking curious.

“There was this girl in my class when we were like, seven? Eight? Something like that. Anyway, she borrowed Tommy’s favorite eraser, one of those animal-shaped ones with the faces printed on? He loved that thing. The girl, Cassie, she broke it, by accident. Tommy lost his shit. I’d never seen him so angry. And like, you know how little kids emotions don’t really come through that strong? He smelled like, grown-up angry. Filled the whole room. Freaked the teacher out, too. Everyone’s backing the hell up out of Tommy’s way, even me. But Cassie was just confused. Because no adult in her life had ever been truly angry around her, so she hadn’t learned what it smelled like yet.”

Dustin is listening avidly, looking gratifyingly similar to how he does when Eddie DMs.

“Anyway, Tommy slapped her so hard it left a bruise, got his dumb ass suspended. But I just remember being so jealous, you know? Can you imagine? Eight years old and never knew what anger smelled like. Hell, at that point anger was just what home smelled like to me.”

Aw shit, now Dustin just smells sad.

“Do you remember when I drove you to the Snow Ball?”

Dustin’s got his thinking face on now, trying to figure out why Steve keeps jumping all over the place. Sue him, he’s no Eddie.

He nods anyway.

“Before you got out of the car, when I told you I’d come back to pick you up, you gave me this huge smile, and the car filled up with something I’d never smelled before. Not really, anyway. Maybe like, in passing, you know? Like in the hallway at school, but always faint and never towards me, so I never focused on it.”

Dustin’s eyebrows are totally scrunched up now, little genius brain whirring away. Goddamn brat never had any patience.

“I didn’t ask about it, because I wasn’t sure it was important, and also a little because I felt like enough of a caveman around you little rocket scientist dweebs I didn’t need you explaining feelings to me too, but I kept smelling it from you after that. And from El, and a little from Lucas and Max and even once from your mom, but it was just confusing, you know? I couldn’t figure out what was causing it, so I had no context clues to figure out what it meant.

“And then at Starcourt, after Robin and I went to go puke up those Russian drugs—”

“Ditched me and Erica who were very responsibly trying to wrangle you, you mean.”

“Tomato, tomahto, kid. Anyway, I told her I had a crush on her and she panicked and came out to me, so I switched to making fun of her crush so she would know I was okay with it, and suddenly there was that smell again. First time I ever smelled it coming from her. So after everything was done, I asked her.”

“Oh, so you’ll ask her, but not me? Hurtful, Steve.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Yeah, shithead, because Robbie already knew I was a moron, and she was never gonna want to go out with me, so I didn’t need to impress her. I could look stupid to Rob back then, but I still wanted you guys to think I was cool.”

“Steve, buddy, my brother, my best friend, my favorite jock please don’t tell Lucas I said that, we literally never thought you were cool.”

“Now who’s being hurtful?”

“Just the truth, Munson. I tell it like it is.”

“Ugh, whatever. The point is, I asked Bobbie what she felt for me in that bathroom, and she told me that’s when she realized she would love me forever. That we were going to be best friends.”

Dustin looks stricken.

“That’s what I was smelling all that time. Honey. That’s what I smelled in the car in the Hawkins Middle parking lot. You loved me. You were literally the first person in my whole life who ever did.”

“Steve—”

“This isn’t—look, I know it’s kind of sad and pathetic for kid Steve, but this isn’t about that. It’s not about me, okay? It’s about how my whole life turned around the day Dustin Henderson decided he loved me, because he never stopped. Not for a single second of the last thirteen years, and because you loved me then, I have a platonic soulmate and a horde of little siblings and a mate I adore and more friends than I can count on all my fingers and toes! You’re the one who encouraged me to go to cosmetology school, you’re the one who introduced me to Eddie, you’re the one who stood by me and let me crash on your mom’s couch when my parents kicked me out. My life is full of love, and joy, and purpose, and it all started with you, Dustin. I’m here because you loved me, and because once you started loving me you never stopped. I have smelled honey on you every single day since the 1984 Snow Ball, and that’s how I know you’ll be an incredible father. Because if you have all that love for a washed up ex-jock omega nobody had ever loved before? You’ll have all that and more times a million for any kid lucky enough to call you Dad.”

They’re both crying by now. Susie is gonna kill them for sure, but as Dustin buries himself in Steve’s arms like he’s still six inches shorter, Steve decides it doesn’t matter. This is worth it.

There’s a knock at the door, just in time it seems.

“Dingus, baby Dingus, you in there? T minus 5 minutes, boys, stick those feet in the oven if you gotta!”

“Yeah, Bobs, I hear you! We’ll be out in a sec, no cold feet in sight.”

“Roger that, bubba! I’ll inform the bride!” He can hear her racing off, probably dancing with pre-wedding excitement. For a cynical lesbian who has a new girlfriend every month and swears marriage is an archaic institution built on misogyny and omegaphobia, she sure does love weddings.

“You ready, kid?”

Dustin has taken the brief interlude as an opportunity to splash his face with water from the sink in the corner, so he doesn’t look like he’s been crying to into Steve’s shoulder, but Steve makes sure to straighten his tie and finger comb his curls back into place.

“Yeah, I think I’m ready.” He looks at Steve for a long moment, then throws his arms around him one last time. “I’m really glad you’re my brother, Steve.”

Steve squeezes him tighter for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of lemon and cut grass and honey. Of family. Of love.

“Yeah, kid. Me too.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #steve harrington & dustin henderson #dustin henderson x suzie bingham #that’s her last name right? #whatever it is now #steddie is mentioned #platonic stobin is also mentioned #omegaverse #omega steve harrington #beta dustin henderson #not super relevant but also: #alpha eddie munson #alpha suzie bingham #beta robin buckley #timeline? i don’t know her #anyway i was supposed to be asleep an hour ago but the brainworms are real and wait for no man #my writing #i’m a disciple of the inex verse and it shows lmao

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (10)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: sexy mobsters, fluff, voyeurism, established Stucky, reverse cowgirl, grinding, groping, breeding kink, a lil angst, bitchy ex, smut, unprotected sex

Indecent Proposal (9.2)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

“See, the little getaway with our pretty doll was a great idea,” Bucky purrs while running his hand up and down his cock. He doesn’t care about the luxurious ambiance of the cabin they bought, only for you. His eyes are glued to you and his husband.

Steve is sitting on one of the comfortable armchairs and watches you move backward to sit in his lap. “Lift your cute ass again, baby. I’m gonna give you what you are craving.”

Bucky watches you slowly sink on his husband’s cock. “Slow, sweetness,” Steve helps you steady your body. You want to try something new with the blonde, so you take your righteous place on the throne he offers. “Good girl, now open up for me.”

You lean back against his chest and allow Steve to guide you down on his cock. He groans in your ear, almost sounding desperate as you eagerly roll your hips to test the best position. 

“Fuck, he’s so big, Bucky,” you look the brunette straight in the eyes while his husband cups your tits to play with your nipples.

“Do you want a cowboy hat too,” Bucky mirrors your smirk. “You look so pretty on top of Stevie.” He drops his eyes to your cunt. “Even better stuffed with his cock.”

“She’s a good girl,” Steve gives you a few shallow thrusts. “Right, doll? You are so good for me and Bucky.” The blonde moves one hand between your legs to pinch your clit. “I asked you a question!”

“YES!” you breathlessly reply. You’re already on the edge and can’t wait to feel Steve fill you up too. On your flight to your secret cabin, you already sucked him off while his husband ate your cunt until you came all over his face.

Now you start bouncing up and down, while his husband pleasures himself. Bucky groans and grunts, urging you on to move faster, and give his husband what he’s craving.

“I bet her womb will welcome your spunk too, Stevie. She will have all of our babies and look so pretty when I suck milk from her tits.”

You can feel Steve’s cock throb inside of you. He’s close to losing it only from the way you grind back and forth. “Shit, stop talking like that, Buck. I could cum right now and fill her up.”

“Do it,” you whine. “Please. I don’t care if I cum. I only want to feel you use my cunt and breed it. Give me your seed. Make me yours.”

“Oh, fuck taking it slow,” Steve growls. He lifts you off his lap and stands up to push you onto the bed. You end up bending over, Steve behind you. “Have my cock, whore.”

He slips back inside and immediately grips your hips. Steve loses all control. He slams into you without holding back. “Harder,” you gasp and moan. “Cum inside of me. Fuck me until I cry. Break me!”

“Stevie…doll!” Bucky makes an odd noise. His cum hits Steve’s back and ass, but the blonde doesn’t stop. 

He pins you to the mattress with his weight and starts battering your cunt. Steve is rutting into you deep, and slow. 

He growls in your ear, whispering all the filthy thoughts swirling in his mind. “You’re my whore. Mine. I’ll give you a baby. No one will take you away from us. This cunt is ours. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you can only take his punishing thrusts and give up control. All the softness is gone. This is primal fucking, and the need to get bred, and to breed. “I’m yours…”

“Of course you are ours,” Bucky slaps his husband’s ass. “Fuck her harder. I want to see her broken and filled with cum. Maybe I’ll give her a load later too.”

They are talking about you as if you aren’t even there with them, but all you can think about is that you want this more than anything. Giving up control, and letting these men give you what you have been craving for so long.

“Fuck,” you fist the sheets. “I want to feel it.” Steve groans into your ear feeling your cunt tighten around him. “Now.”

“Shit…doll…” He cums with a shout of your name and collapses on top of you. For a moment you both don’t move. Steve nuzzles his face in your neck while you lie on the bed, a little shell-shocked at your change of mind.

Weeks ago you were afraid of them and wanted to run for the hills. Now you willingly let them fill you up. 

“So pretty when you cum,” Bucky pats your head. “Did he make you feel good, baby doll? I bet he did.”

“Yeah…” You weakly reply. “So good…”

“I think she needs a break,” Steve slowly pulls out of you. “Damn, she looks good filled with cum.”

He gets up to look at your abused cunt. “Give me my phone, baby. I wanna take a picture.”

“You perv,” Bucky throws the phone at Steve. “I want a close-up.”

“Who’s the perv here,” Steve snaps a few pictures while his husband kneels on the bed to knead your ass. “Give her a break, Buck.”

“Break…and food…” You are almost asleep when you feel like you are floating on air. One of them picked you up to carry you inside the bathroom while the other prepared a warm bath for you, and them.

“Good thing I wanted the biggest bathtub I could get,” Bucky smirks at his husband. “Now we can all have a bathtub party.”

“So, what are we doing here?” You look around the deserted store. “I thought we got everything we’ll need at the cabin.”

“We wanted to grab a few more things,” Bucky wraps his arm around your shoulders while his husband busies himself with the wine. “Steve, we’ve got more than enough wine. Let’s get this over with. I want to go home and chase you around the bedroom until you give up and let me fuck your sweet peach.”

“Buck, not here,” Steve grunts. “I want to get more wine and food. You never know if there will be more snow.”

“Oh yeah, wine and white chocolate will save us,” the brunette snorts. “Do you want to have a look at their more interesting stuff? I saw chocolate flavored lubed over there.”

“Bucky,” you grunt. “Not here.”

“You are both so boring in public. I bet,” Bucky licks his lips, “you would let me fuck you right here, next to the shelf with chocolate. A sweet sin next to sweet things.”

“Buck, behave. We have time to get naughty when we are back at the cabin,” Steve tuts. He can be such a prude in public and the kinkiest man in the bedroom. “We got everything. Doll, do you need anything?”

“Uh-for how long are we going to stay here?” You quirk a brow. “I need lady toiletries if we stay for longer.”

“Soon you won’t need them,” Bucky pecks your cheek. “Go ahead and get all you need. I’ll grab the good stuff while Steve gets more wine.”

You aimlessly walk through the store. Steve and Bucky never stray too far. You can hear them chat about wine and food. 

They look like a normal, almost domestic pair to anyone but you. You’re the only person at the store knowing about their profession.

“If that ain’t the new toy,” a woman snarls as you are about to have a look at the ice cream. “What’s your name, sugartits?”

“What?” You blink a few times. The woman seems to talk to you, but you have no clue what she wants. 

“You heard me! Did they promise you to love you too?” She sneers when Bucky and Steve make their way toward you. “I bet they did. You should watch your back.” She snaps at you. “If you don’t, you end up stabbed. They don’t love anyone but themselves.”

One angry look from Bucky, and the woman flees. Leaving you speechless and stunned.

You didn’t expect them to fall in love with you. Hell, you don’t know whatever is going on between you and them. Still, her words have you worried…

“Doll, she’s a frustrated bitch who doesn’t want us to get happy with you. Please believe me, she doesn’t mean shit to us. We haven’t seen her for almost three years,” Bucky sighs as you pull away.

You sniff and look away. “If we ever break up, will you say the same about me? Maybe you only want me to have your heir and kick me out the moment I pop out your baby.”

“Y/N, we should all calm down,” Steve softly says. “You see the woman at the store was Peggy Carter. A former love interest. Buck and I had something going on with her some years back. It was an on-and-off kind of thing. Sex only.”

“We broke things up because she got possessive over Steve,” Bucky makes a face. “You are important to us. I don’t know if it’s love, but we care for you.”

“If we are having a baby, you will be their mother. Bucky and I will not let you go. Not now, not ever. You are ours and belong with us.”

“And we belong with you,” the brunette adds. “This is not all about kinky sex, doll.” He smirks and undresses you with his eyes. “Even though, I want you to watch me have my way with Steve.”

“Okay,” you nod. “If we are going to bring new life into this…” You wrinkle your forehead. “Let’s call it a relationship. I want to clarify I few rules.”

“Oh, sweet doll,” Bucky purrs and is about to pounce on you. “I’m all for rules.”

“Bucky, she’s not wrong. We should talk about rules and our future together. Y/N needs safety and stability.”

Indecent Proposal (11)

Tags in reblog.

#stucky #stucky x reader #stucky x you #stucky x y/n #female reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #smut #mafia au

[steddieas-shegoes]

light of my life, pain in my ass

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'christmas' rated e cw: interrupted sex, mention of dom drop tags: established relationship, mishap with christmas lights, dom/sub, dom eddie, sub steve, hurt/comfort, they take care of each other

is this based on a semi-true event that did not happen to me but that i do bring up as often as i possibly can to the people it did happen to? maybe.

"You cannot be serious." Steve's voice went from high-pitched, breathy, whiny to serious.

Eddie wasn't panicking. He wasn't.

But he was getting there.

"Just. Stay still for a second." Eddie's usually steady fingers were shaking as he tried to untie the Christmas lights holding Steve's wrists to the bed.

Steve tried, he really did. But the lights were getting hotter, and one of his hands was going numb from how tight the wire was wrapped around his wrist.

The panic was setting in when Eddie let out a huff, muttering something under his breath that sounded a lot like 'need scissors.'

"You are not using scissors!" Steve tried to sit up in bed, but wasn't able to hold himself up and his head hit the headboard hard. “Dammit.”

He felt tears spring to his eyes.

It was too much at once.

Eddie cradled his face in his hands, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, his nose. “It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. Don’t cry.”

Steve cried.

He felt so stupid.

“You’re not stupid. Look at me.” Eddie didn’t give him much of a choice, his fingers gripping his hair roughly. “It was my idea, wasn’t it? And I’m the one who tied them too tight. It’s not your fault.”

Eddie kissed him again before going back to his task.

“Eds?” Steve sniffled. “Probably should unplug them.”

Eddie froze.

“Shit.” He smacked his own forehead before getting up to unplug the Christmas lights from the wall socket by his bed. “Sorry.”

Steve had enough sense to recognize the way Eddie was dropping just as much, if not more, than he was.

“Eds, love. Take a deep breath.” Steve watched him breathe in, then out, closing his eyes for a moment. “That’s good. Another one.”

Steve felt the lights loosen around his right wrist, not all the way, but enough to slip a finger through and tug to loosen it more. Eddie worked quickly then, almost tearing through the electrical wire to get it off of him.

When he did, Steve immediately reached for Eddie, seeking comfort and to comfort at the same time.

But Eddie was already turning his attention to his other wrist, laser focus that Steve couldn’t possibly distract him from.

Steve had to let him have this.

Eddie crashed before, dom drop he'd called it, and the only way out of it was for him to be so focused on Steve's care he couldn't think about what happened until after they were both stable.

Eddie's focus paid off, the lights falling from his other wrist.

Steve wrapped Eddie in his arms, whispering against his hair as he shook with a sob he'd been holding off.

"I'm okay, you're okay. No one's hurt. We're fine. I love you so much."

He repeated it until his voice was hoarse, until Eddie had calmed into a stillness no one would believe he was capable of. Steve knew he could fall asleep like this if he stayed still long enough, almost hoped he would so he could recover before they talked about it.

But eventually, Eddie's breath hitched and he sat up slowly, blinking down at Steve.

"Hey, baby," Steve smiled, full of fondness, love, everything Eddie needed. "Back with me?"

"Yeah. Sorry, sweetheart. Are you okay?" Eddie kissed the corner of his mouth. "Let me see your wrists."

Steve showed him, let him see the faint red lines that would disappear by morning, let him kiss them.

He looked over at the Christmas lights coiled on the ground, glared at their frayed wires where he'd tugged on them a bit too hard.

"I'm so sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for. We're both okay. We learned a lesson." Steve shifted and then let out a groan as the vibrator in his ass clicked on. "Fuck, Eds, turn it off."

Eddie sat back and started feeling around the bed for the remote control, eyes going wide when he couldn't find it.

"Shit. Okay. Um." Eddie looked at the floor, then stood up and checked under their pile of clothes thrown on the floor. "It's gotta be close. Are you sitting on it?"

Steve's answering glare was enough for Eddie to shake his head and lay down on the floor to check under the bed.

"Just take it out of my ass!" Steve whisper-yelled.

Eddie moved quickly, carefully, not wanting to cause any actual pain.

Steve sighed with relief when the vibrator was buzzing on the sheets instead of inside him, his eyes closing as his head fell back against the pillows.

"The battery might die soon," Eddie supplied. "I hope."

Steve started laughing. He opened his eyes and shook his head. "This night went horribly wrong." His laughter got louder, more hysterical.

Laughter bubbled out of Eddie next.

"Not sure I can ever look at Christmas lights the same way," Steve finally gasped out between peals of laughter. "Why did we think this would be a good idea?"

"Because it's always a good idea tying you to the bed and keeping a vibrator in you?" Eddie smirked, dodging Steve's hand swatting at him playfully. "I was feeling festive."

"How about next time you feel festive we decorate cookies?"

"Can I lick frosting off your-"

"Eddie!"

"I'm just asking!"

Steve shook his head, but couldn't stop smiling into the kiss he planted on Eddie's lips.

"Maybe."

Eddie pumped his fist up and down. "It's not a no!"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted them.

"Just found this remote on the floor by your door, boys!" Wayne's voice called through the door. "I ain't askin' questions. Just remindin' you I'm stayin' down the hall and would rather not know what this thing is for."

Eddie and Steve stared at each other with wide eyes before bursting into more hysterical laughter.

"Tomorrow, when Wayne goes back home, you can tie me up the old fashioned way and maybe not lose the remote," Steve winked. "Might even let you fuck me."

"I'm honored."

"Merry Christmas, love."

"Merry Christmas, Stevie."

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[harrywavycurly]

Do you think Eddie would tell Wayne about reader wanting a double date?? How would that go?👀 I know Wayne would knock some sense into him!😂❤️

Hiii lovey!!! So I wasn’t sure if I was gonna actually post this or not but I’m in a really good mood so I’m gonna give y’all this (sorry it’s at a random ass time lol) so I hope y’all enjoy💖

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*also idk if it’s just me but this lowkey might make you sad? I hope not though!*

“She wants to do what now?” “A double date…she thinks it’ll help us move on or something.” “Move on? From…Chrissy and Steve or…” “please don’t start Wayne.” “Sorry…so what are you gonna do?” “Since when have I ever told her no? She seems really set on the idea…been talking about it for the last day or two.” “Who is she thinking of asking on this date?” “No fucking clue…she hasn’t mentioned anyone for her or for me.” “You’re letting her pick who you go on a date with? Damn son…you’ve really got it bad huh?” “I just want her to be happy…that’s all I’ve always wanted for her…really thought Steve was gonna be it for her…fucking asshole.” “But what about you? What’s gonna make you happy Eddie?” “Being in her life..anyway I can.” “How long has it been?” “How long has it been since…what?” “How long have you been in love with her?” “Oh uhm…I uh…I don’t know?” “You don’t know? So it’s been that long then?” “I know there was this moment when I turned sixteen and just got the van…I remember picking her up and just driving around because I was just so excited to be driving on my own and wanted to take her somewhere…I rolled the windows down and had the music up loud and she…she looked over at me with this huge grin on her face and her hair was blowing everywhere and…and I remember wondering if her eyes always had that sort of glow to them when she smiled…and if her laugh always sounded like a melody to a song that I could listen to over and over again…I almost ran a stop sign because I just…couldn’t look away from her.” “Eddie…” “I love her…so fucking much and…and I just want her to be happy Wayne…I need her to be happy.” “What if you’re the one that’ll make her happy? She deserves to know how you’ve been feeling son.” “It’s pointless…She told me she loved Steve more than she loved me.” “Well he was her husband…and she doesn’t know how you feel so maybe she just hasn’t had her moment like you did in the van at sixteen yet…because maybe she doesn’t want to risk loosing you? Have you thought about that?” “I don’t know…” “you deserve to be happy just as much as she does…I think you owe it to yourself to get your feelings out there in the open before you have to watch her be with someone else who we both know won’t be good enough.” “What if she doesn’t feel the same?” “What if she does?…we both know either way you’re gonna cry so might as well just rip the bandaid off and see what happens.” “I hate to say it…but you’re right…” “damn straight I am…now come on…coffees getting cold.”

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[wroteclassicaly]

Warnings: Language, NSFW, masturbation, mentions of oral sex, and vaginal fingering.

A/N: I’m so fucking horny for Steve lately, and I can’t help it with this one. The thought of Steve being desperate enough for you that he’s crying…

Thinking about Steve being so hard in his jeans, desperate and pleading, as he calls you in the middle of the night — whining, begging. He can’t find any source of relief by his own fist — the images of your perfect pussy too much for him not to see firsthand. When you answer the phone all hoarse with sleep, he’s practically cooing into the receiver.

“Christ, babe. Need you so much right now.”

And at first, you think that you must be dreaming. But the way you ache between your thighs at his words alone, you quickly realize that’s not the case. You don’t let on how he’s effecting you, but he’ll know — he always does. You opt for a chuckling breath. “Oh, Stevie… Do you know how late it is?”

His voice is soaked in pure want, tone quivering, breaths quick. He’s panting, you’re sure of it. There’s a quiet pause and you think he must be crying — or on the verge of actual tears. You sit up, phone cradled against your ear and resting on your shoulder, the chord tickling your exposed collar bone. “Steve.”

“Please, honey? Tried to make myself cum, but it’s not the same. I need you, I gotta have —“

Visuals snatching you up and holding, both your conscious and subconscious mind — your thighs tighten, squirming against one another.

And it’s as if he remembers himself beyond the haze of lust, going quiet. He’s really gone, you marvel. You encourage him, swallowing in preparation of his words.

“S’ okay. Tell me what you need, baby.”

He’s dangling on that precipice, his breaths jagged and weak, puffing out into the mouthpiece of the cordless phone. “Inside you. With my tongue.” He says the last part so quietly, that if you both weren’t crushing your phones into your ears, you wouldn’t have heard.

You whimper, unable to stifle. This causes his cock to kick against the zipper, his large palm giving himself a squeeze. “Oh, yeah? Want it too, don’t you? Fucking your little pussy on my face, using me to get you off. It’s what you’re good at, isn’t that right?”

“Jesus, Steve. Can you —“

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, honey. M’ gonna use my spare key. And when I get there I want you to be naked and playing with yourself for me, can you do that?” It’s an open ended question, a concern for consent.

You agree automatically, outright moaning as he sounds on the verge of tears at your agreement. He disconnects the line seconds later, and you waste no time in stripping down — already drenched through your panties. It’s embarrassing, but you know he’ll revel in it, licking you until there’s not a drop left to waste.

~*~

You can’t describe the ramming of heartbeat against your ribcage, sporadic thumps tap dancing on your sternum, when you hear his car pull into your drive and the door slam shut. You plant the balls of your feet on your mattress and fuck yourself down your own fingers as you head your front door open and close and Steve’s sneakers bounding over hardwood, a stop and a hitched breath beginning at your doorway. When your eyes meet his over the low lamplight that’s stationed at your bedside, you widen your legs — an invite that is RSVP’d. Steve’s disheveled sweatshirt is discarded, his white undershirt next, followed by the Nike’s and his hands greedily tugging his belt apart and getting his fly open to relieve pressure. He finds himself on you in that instance, your arms open to seek him.

You’re tucking your hands beneath his tight denim, dragging it and his underwear down below the swell of his perfect ass, your nails digging in and hands slapping. His heavy cock bobs between you two, before it lays across your soaked cunt, making you bare the tendons in your neck, head thrown back, rocking your hips into his own, mewling as that patch of curls at his base tickles the crease in your thigh. “You’re so fucking hard, Steve.”

You think he must be crying, his voice wet and winded. “Can’t help it, baby. It’s all your fault. Been missing you all night long, ever since I dropped you off.”

He litters you jugular with nipping bites and soothing sucks, ones that go straight to your pussy. You close your legs just as his palm peels his dick away from your glistening folds, soaking him in your sticky essence. He releases himself, his heavy member hanging between thin but muscular hips. His fingers glide along the seam of you, rubbing at your clit, pressing in, before he drags them down and circles the rim of your entrance. “Fingers good?”

You latch onto his wrist, indulging in the flex it makes when he works two digits into your cunt with a humiliating ease. He hums in a marveling appreciate, watching that translucent white spill out from you, and leak around his fingers. “Shit, honey, you’re already creaming on me.”

The thick wiggle of welcomed pressure leaves your walls, and has you the one begging now. Steve just watches you through thin rings of cinnamon, blown midnight pupils, his chest and cheeks already dusted with a rosy flush. He sucks his fingers into his mouth, making a real show of it, and then they’re gone.

His voice is low, deep with command. “Keep your legs open, because I’m fucking starving.”

// eat me paragraph //

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[flowercrowngods]

i’m still so so obsessed with them

There, underneath the yellow light, the mist catching in Eddie’s hair shifts its colour. His cheek parts until the left side of his face is gaping, blood beginning to trickle and turning into a steady stream. The fabric of his shirt starts to rip down the middle and more blood fills Steve‘s vision. He wants to scream, wants to run over and cover it all up, wants to call for help and save him this time.

But Eddie doesn’t move. His knees don’t buckle even as Steve feels bile rising in his throat and that feeling of intense panic and helplessness petrifies him, freezing him to the spot. Eddie doesn’t run.

He’s too late again. He’s failing again, and Eddie is dying, and he… He’s…

“Harrington,” Eddie’s voice cuts through to him again, a hand on his shoulder and suddenly up in his face, and the world around Steve shifts with such a violent ferocity that his ears are ringing and he only just manages to half-turn onto his side before he retches and throws up on the damp grass.

He’s shaking, and maybe he’s crying, too, and breathing too fast between the convulsions of his body. Eddie’s hand leaves his shoulder with a silent curse.

“Shit, man, are you OD-ing or some shit. I don’t even sell to you, what— What the fuck, Harrington, shit!”

Eddie only just manages to catch him as Steve’s arms give out, his body too weak to stay upright with the violent tremors still wrecking him. He manoeuvres Steve to sit back, head between his knees once the dry heaving stops and he’s only shaking with cold and panic and receding adrenaline.

“What did you take?” Eddie asks, sounding both serious and worried; and a vicious little voice in the back of Steve’s mind thinks that it’s nice to not be the only one panicking.

He shakes his head once the meaning of Eddie’s words trickles through to him. “Nothin’. No… No drugs.” His words are slurring, he’s all too aware of that, and he knows how it looks, how it sounds, and he knows Eddie’s next words before he has the chance to utter them.

“Bullshit.” It doesn’t sound judgmental — or maybe it does, for Eddie. Steve doesn’t know him. Can’t read him. Can’t even look at him, because then the blood will come back and the world will catch up and remember what’s wrong, realise what it needs to do, and then Steve has no chance to…

He already has no chance. Not against Vecna. Not even against the weakness of his own mind playing tricks on him, breaking him into tinier and tinier pieces of himself — all of them plagued with guilt and fear that he tries not to feel, until he feels nothing at all anymore.

“Come on, I’m not gonna tell anyone,” Eddie continues, hands hovering in Steve’s peripheral vision., not touching him anymore. Steve is glad, feeling like he might shatter if Eddie touched him again. “I just… God, I’ve seen people have bad reactions before, and it’s not your fault and I’m not gonna bust you or your dealer, that would just be bad manners, but, Jesus, Harrington, you’re not… You don’t look so good, and I’m not ready for a murder charge yet.”

There’s a breathless little laugh there, bubbling up from beneath Eddie’s burgeoning panic, unaware that Steve has the horrible thought that just over a month ago, Eddie was being chased around town by an angry mob for just that reason.

Eddie, who’s talking to him because he sees that Steve is shattering. Who’s asking, really asking, if Steve’s okay, if he needs help. Eddie, who’s not fucking running.

“I’m fine,” Steve says at last, and nearly throws up as he says it.

His head is getting worse, and distantly he realises that his vision is spotty and flashing again. No, no, no. Not now. The realisation that he’s about to have a migraine comes with a wave of desperation, and he realises a little too late that the whining sound came from his own throat, not Eddie’s.

“Migraine,” he presses between his clenched jaw, burying his head between his knees to block out the rest of the light as he rides the waves of flaring pain, preparing for them to get worse even though he’s not sure he can take worse.

It’s too much. All of it, it’s too much.

“‘M not sleeping. I’m so… so tired. But… Migraine.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, a little too loud, and the edge is still in his voice. Steve flinches away from it, too close, too loud, searing and splitting his skull further until he’s afraid that it might actually crack apart. “Sorry. Yeah, no, okay. Migraine. They suck, I know. Listen, it’s really fucking freezing and I don’t… I don’t have my car, so I’m gonna— You gotta stay here for a while, yeah? I’m gonna get it. Bring you home. Or, uh… Do you think you can walk? Any of your buddies around?”

“I’m fine,” Steve says again, though he doesn’t move.

“Course you are, dude,” Eddie snorts, and he has no right sounding so… so nice. They don’t even talk. They don’t even look at each other. They don’t— “Then you’ll be fine staying here for a while longer while I go back to get my car, right? I’ll get you home and you can kick my ass at school tomorrow, yeah? If you’re even coming back, that is. You really don’t look so peachy, Stev-o. Just don’t, uh. Don’t punch me? You shouldn’t punch your friendly neighbourhood metalhead who gets you home at ass o’clock and has a much better stash of drugs that you absolutely totally don’t take, and all. Deal?”

Steve groans, the rambling grating on his budding migraine, the words like sand paper on the surface of his brain. But even so, there’s something nice about it. Something that’s dangerously close to normalcy. Like Robin and Dustin. Dangerously close to Before.

Let’s just be stupid teenagers.

“Deal,” he mumbles, though he knows that he’ll get up as soon as Eddie’s gone and make his way back through the forest.

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