#steve fanfiction

[moonstruckme]

Busybody

summary: when Steve notices your anxiety spiraling out of control, he finds his own way to help

cw: anxiety

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

You’d woken up with some busybody in your chest that you can’t get rid of. 

It feels like you’ve had three cups of coffee despite your four hours of sleep. You’d all but jolted awake, pre-panicked about something that you haven’t identified yet. Something you have to be forgetting, or not assigning enough importance to, surely. And the way you figure it, if your body’s going to freak out at you about being idle, you may as well appease it and hop to. 

By the time Steve cracks an eyelid, you’re thinking about what to make for lunch. Heart never having left your throat, you’ve cleaned the kitchen, baked a blackberry cobbler, tried to read a few pages of your book before giving up for fidgetiness, reorganized your portion of the bathroom cabinet, and begun a grocery list for the week. 

“Morning,” he yawns, leaning against the counter. He’s looking endearingly rumpled, a faint red line on his face from a crease in his pillowcase and his hair pressed flat on the one side. You smile at him as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. “Smells like fire in here.” 

“Morning! I made a cobbler,” you explain, not mentioning the burnt first attempt that’s smelled up his kitchen despite you opening all the windows. “Do you want some bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast?”

Steve blinks, eyebrows rising slightly. “Uh, sure. You gonna make me some?” 

“Mhm.” You’re already taking the eggs out of the fridge. “Scrambled?” 

“Yeah. Thanks, babe.” 

“No problem.” You grin, happy to be of use as you whisk his eggs with a fork, turning on two burners of the stove to preheat as you do. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” he yawns. “Well, pretty good. Woke up a couple times this morning, but you were already gone. Been up for a while?” 

“Yeah, couldn’t sleep.” 

Steve nods, frowning. “Sorry, honey. You didn’t get much chance to sleep the night before, either, right?” 

You hum, bacon sizzling when it hits the pan. You put the toast down in the toaster, hoping you’ve timed it right so it’ll still be warm when everything else is done. “Oh, do you want orange juice?” 

“Sure, but I can grab it.” He moves for the cabinet, but you nudge in front of him, too restless to stop moving while everything heats on the stove. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” You shoot him a smile as you grab a cup. Steve returns it, but muddled.

“So between last night and the one before, how many hours have you gotten?” 

You shrug. “Not sure.” Nine, give or take. “But I don’t feel tired.” 

“Well, that’s good,” he says slowly, watching as you fill the cup with orange juice before hustling back to the stove, flitting between tasks at something approaching light speed. 

“Hey, so I was thinking,” you go on, flipping the bacon, “do you want to do some Christmas shopping today? I mean, I know you said you’re not thinking about it yet, but it can’t hurt to get a jump on things.” 

Steve yawns again, stretching his back. “Yeah, that sounds okay. Not sure I’d know what to get anyone.” 

You nod a few times. “Maybe you’ll know it when you see it.” Flip the bacon onto a plate, add more pepper to the eggs, put the bacon’s pan in the sink, turn off that burner on the stove—the toaster goes off, and you nearly hit your head on the ceiling. You jump straight up. 

“Oh.” You press a hand to your chest, laughter tripping off your tongue. Your blood thrums excitedly, like it’s finally found the outlet it's been looking for all morning. “God, that scared me.” 

“I could tell,” Steve says, eyebrows at his hairline and smiling faintly. “You doing alright?”

“Yeah, good.” Your heartbeat has become more noticeable all of a sudden, a hollow ache behind your breastbone. “I’m almost done, just a sec.” 

“No rush, honey. Thanks for making me breakfast. It looks great.” 

“Of course, no problem.” You plate up the rest and spin to find Steve already there, his hand the only thing stopping you from nearly flinging the dish into the wall surprisedly. 

“Thank you,” he says earnestly, taking the plate from you and setting it on the counter. He brings his arms around your shoulders, and you wrap yours around him too, an automatic response. Steve sighs, his ribs expanding and contracting with the force of it, and you copy him mockingly. 

“Still tired, baby?” 

“A little,” he admits. “Though I can’t really complain, considering how little sleep you’ve gotten.” 

You make to pull out of the hug, but Steve tightens his grip on you, palm pressing into the midpoint of your upper back. You give in, a willing captive. 

“It’s fine,” you tell him. “I’m sorry you’re tired.” 

Steve hums, taking another big breath. “I’m good.” A pause. “Okay, you can tell me if I’m crazy, but it does smell like something’s burning in here, right?” 

“Burnt,” you admit. “I left a blackberry cobbler in the oven a bit too long. The one in the fridge is a re-do.” 

“Oh, okay.” 

“Sorry.” 

“No, don’t be. I think the smell’s clearing out anyway. Right?”

You sniff experimentally at the air. “Yeah, I think so.” 

“Yeah?” he sniffs too. 

You inhale more fully, only detecting the faint remains of smokiness under the newer scent of bacon grease. 

“I’ve never had blackberry cobbler,” he says, palm beginning to coast slowly between your shoulder blades while his other arm stays firmly around your waist. “What’s it taste like?”

You perk up. “Wanna try some now?”

“No—I wouldn’t want to ruin this breakfast you’ve made me. Describe it to me.” 

It’s an odd request, but nothing you can’t manage for him. You think back, letting your tongue conjure up the memory of the last time you had it. “Well, the blackberries aren’t tangy by the time they’ve been cooked,” you tell him. Steve hums, hand solid and steady on your upper back. “And this recipe is really sweet. The dough is kind of like sugar cookie dough.” 

“Sounds good,” he says appreciatively. “Hey, do you think you can smell it?” 

“From inside the fridge?” You take your head from his shoulder to give Steve an odd look. 

“Sure, just give it a try.” He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply. You wrinkle your brow, sniffing tentatively. Steve opens his eyes as if to check you’re doing it, and it’s the worry in his look that gives him away. Your bemusement gives way to fondness as you take a long breath in, filling your lungs and holding the air inside you for a few moments before emptying them. You know what he’s doing, but you’re letting him anyway. 

“Mmm, don’t think I can,” you tell him wryly.  

“No?” Steve’s smile is sheepish, well aware you’re onto him. “Do you think we should find three things you can touch, just for fun?” 

You roll your eyes at him, but inhale again as you hug him tightly. Some of the pain in your chest eases. “Thanks, Stevie.” 

“What for?” he asks, hand resuming its route between your shoulder blades. “Hey listen, I’m all about your Christmas shopping idea, but do you wanna try taking a hot shower first? It might help you relax.” 

“That’s a good idea,” you admit, peeling away from him. He lets you this time, albeit reluctantly. “Your breakfast is going to get cold.”

Steve looks at it as though just remembering it’s there. “Right, thanks. Sit with me while I eat? You could have some of that tea you like.” 

You smile at him, taking a mug and your herbal tea down from the cabinet. “Yeah, that sounds good. Thanks.” 

“You’ve got to stop thanking me, I haven’t done a thing all morning.”

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄: wall sex w/ steve rogers

a/n: y'all are gonna watch as i absolutely fuckin' grind to get caught up with kinktober because i physically, mentally and psychologically REFUSE to continue posting for this challenge in november.

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One thing that came with being thicker than others for the majority of your life, you often doubted people's ability to be able to carry you. 

Maybe it was a skill issue regarding them, but each time without fail, the men in your life had asked and failed to pick you up, which ended up just embarrassing both parties. 

That was before you had met Steve. Steve was so ridiculously strong, and he loved to show off, especially after you'd told him about the others' past failures.

"Ah! Steve!" You yelped in surprise.

You went from riding your boyfriend on the bed to being raised up into the air and walked backwards until your back hit the wall. 

His mischievous laugh rang out in your ear as he continued to fuck you from below, your body dangerously shooting up the wallpaper. Your grip on his shoulders tightened in fear, but that fear manifested itself along with your arousal, adding to your pleasure.

"You're gonna drop me!" You whimpered. He just smirked at you.

"You're fine, sweetheart." He cooed, pulling your body slightly off of his cock before slamming back. "Fuck! Stevie, 'm serious." You said, but your words were weak and lacked any bite behind them. He knew you had given up when he felt the roll of your hips against his pelvis.

"No," He started, "You're not." He finished, pulling out once more only to slam back into you, his cock kissing your g-spot.

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To Hell I Go

If She Wants A Cowboy

✰ bull rider Steve x reader

masterlist

✰ cw: broken bones, an er visit, steve in a sling, an eddie debut, first kisses, straddling steve in a creek, smut, minors dni, oral (m rec), boot riding

✰ a/n: this series has been flopping but I am so in love with dandy and our boy that im gonna keep writing it bc they deserve to have their story told, thank you @lofaewrites for betaing :,)

now playing: If She Wants a Cowboy

Steve is rushed right back when he gets to the ER, grumbling an “I’m fine” when he sees the amount of sick kids in the waiting room. Despite his efforts to wait in the lobby, it only takes 30 minutes and he is sitting in a room awaiting his results.

Steve tears up at the news, knowing what this meant for his career. It came to an abrupt stop, throwing Steve forward into a mess of emotions. They did x rays to find that his shoulder was, in fact, broken. His coach eventually leaves, only able to offer so much reassurance and solace. 

He sits cooped up in the ER for what felt like hours, left alone to his devices, those emotions from earlier bubbling and breaching the surface now that he was alone. His dad was right, just like he always is. The job chewed him up and spit him out. Usually, a broken shoulder meant the gig was up, not many riders can recover from a serious injury like that. 

He wills away his spiraling, putting his head back in order to rest. When he’s about to fall asleep, a soft knock resonates through the room. 

“Hey cowboy,” the voice is like music in Steve’s ears, the sound flowing into the air and causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. 

“Dandy, they let you in here at this hour?��� he questions, a small smirk on his face as he adjusts himself in bed, wincing when he disturbs his shoulder. 

“Jus’ had to tell them I was your wife,” she replies sheepishly, wincing slightly.

“I did give ya a ring, didn’t I darlin’?” he cracks a wide smile.

You settle yourself into a chair next to the bed, digging in your purse to find the small paper ring Steve had made you days prior. You slip it on your finger once you find it, flashing it at Steve causing him to let out a full-bellied laugh. 

“You kept it?” 

You offer a small nod, reaching your hand out to hold Steve’s free hand. The other slung up as the two of you waited to hear what the next steps are in Steve’s recovery. 

“What’s the verdict here?” you question softly, rubbing your thumb over Steve's calloused hand. 

“Shoulder’s broken. S’ a clean break but fuck if I know what that means,” he groans, throwing his head back as tears form in his eyes. 

“Shit Dandy- I’m sorry, don’t mean to turn into a mess while you’re here. It’s just this could be the end of the line for me,” he pulls his hand away from yours in order to wipe his eyes. 

He settles his hand back in yours, squeezing it as he stares forward at the wall in front of him. 

He didn’t ask you to come and the fact you did makes Steve’s heart flutter inside his chest. You came on your own, and that is more than Steve could ever wish for. 

“I’ll be right here with you, Steve,” you break the silence and lean up to kiss his cheek, the first time you had displayed any sort of affection aside from holding hands. 

He leans into your touch, relaxing and letting himself be loved on. 

The doctors come in moments later, setting his arm and immobilizing it with a fancy looking sling. 

Six weeks.

Six weeks of being rendered useless, Steve groans into the night air once he’s been released at the odd hour of 5 in the morning. Hand in yours as you guide him to your car, helping him get settled into the passenger seat. 

“I guess in the grand scheme of things, I’m lucky,” he says once you get situated. His head is leaned back, exposing the column of his neck as he turns to look at you. 

“How so?”

“A whole summer of being doted on by you? 

“Who said I was gonna dote on you?”

“Mmm I just gotta hunch, Dandelion,” 

Steve isn’t wrong, you are there every day you're off work, going on walks with him or helping his mother cook dinner. 

It’s been about 2 weeks of helping take care of Steve when you pull into his driveway at the early hour of 8am. You softly knock on the door, smiling when you hear a quiet, “come in” from the other side of the door. 

You and his mother, Donna you had come to learn, had become well acquainted, spending the evenings cooking dinner together giving you time to converse regularly. You got all the stories of Steve when he was younger, your favorite being the time he peed off the side of the pool when he was potty training. 

“Is he awake?” you question, setting the groceries Donna had requested you bring the night prior.

“He’s not, had a rough night last night. He said not to let him sleep in if you’re here though,” she says with a sly smirk on her face, like she knows something you don’t know. 

You ignore her look, not wanting to read much into it, trudging upstairs to wake Steve up. 

You smile when you see him, he’s propped up by some pillows, something his mom helps him do every night so he is more comfortable. 

You sit on the edge of his bed, extending your arm to caress his cheek. He stirs a little bit, waking with a small jolt when you begin to run your thumb across the expanse of his jaw. 

“Good morning, Dandelion,” he smiles, his voice thick with sleep, the groggy melody making your cheeks flush. 

“Good morning, Steve,” 

He sits up at the waist, using his free arm to push him up on the bed. He’s right beside you, free hand coming to rest on your thigh. His lips press a soft kiss to your temple.

“Didn’t think you’d be here this early, sorry I wasn’t up,” he mumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“S’ okay honey, liked getting to wake you up,”

You get up, turning back towards the bed to help him stand. His pajamas are slung low on his hips, soft hair traveling up his belly and to his navel. He looks peaceful like this, freshly woken up, sleep in his eyes and bed head- it makes your heart warm. 

He stretches once he’s standing, averting your eyes as his already impossibly low pants stoop even lower. 

“You gonna shower?” you question, picking at the comforter on Steve’s bed. 

He shakes his head, turning towards his closet and pulling out a pair of wranglers and a t-shirt. 

He turns away before dropping his pajama pants, your cheeks flushing at the sight of Steve in just his boxers. 

He grabs the clothes he laid out on the bed, shimmying his pants up his legs, frowning as he gets to the button. 

“C’mere,” You mumble, buttoning his wranglers, knuckles bumping into his soft belly. 

He smiles down at you, brushing a hair out of our face. 

“Gonna help me with the top now, dandy?” 

You nod, grabbing his top and sliding it up his hurt side, carefully threading his arm through  while it is still bent. He chuckles as he pokes his head through the top, easily pulling his other arm through. 

You wait on his bed after you get his sling back on his arm, Steve having perfected his one-handed bathroom routine. 

He peaks out of the bathroom once he is ready, padding across the room to grab his hat. 

“Ya ready?” 

You nod, following him downstairs. 

When you reach the living room, you’re surprised to see Charlotte and Eddie sitting on the couch. 

“Mudslinger! How ya been?” Eddie gets up, pulling Steve into a hug, Lottie shooting him daggers as he does so. 

“Careful with the man, Eds. He’s fragile,” Charlotte scolds, pulling Eddie away when he starts to get too rough. 

Eddie listens to the woman, settling in beside her with a protective hand on her thigh. 

“Wanted to come visit ya, see if there was anything you needed before I head down to the barn to get some lessons started,” 

The two of the men fall into easy conversation but you and Charlotte find yourselves stowed away in the kitchen, chatting about anything and everything. 

“So- You and Steve, huh? He’s never brought a girl around,” she says as she stirs her tea. 

“Yeah- He uh saved me from Billy Hargrove,” you take a sip from your mug, glancing into the living room to check on Steve. 

“Oof- Eddie used to work on Billy’s ranch breaking horses. Never got paid enough for the work he did, here though? He’s taken care of, Donna makes sure he is anyways,” 

You had learned that a lot of the ranch bonuses and raises used to come from Donna pestering Richard until he caved, that was until Steve came around and gave everyone their well deserved performance based raises.

“Steve’s running it right finally, taught his Daddy more things than he’s taught Steve probably, I can’t wait to see what happens when he finally takes over, maybe he will settle down now that he’s broke himself,” Charlotte rattles off, your stomach lurching at her words, remembering why you’re here.

Steve hurt himself. If he hadn’t been rendered useless in terms of bull riding he’d be off riding in other competitions and eventually nationals. He was kept at home by a broken shoulder, not by you. 

You shake the thoughts away, Steve would have wanted you wherever he was, you had to convince yourself. 

You and Charlotte continue conversing, finally steering the conversation away from you and Steve. 

“Dandy-” You hear Steve shout from the living room, you set down our mug and straighten out your skirt before making your way to him. 

“Whatcha need cowboy,” you question, smiling when you round the corner to see him standing, cowboy hat situated on his head. 

“Come to the creek with me?” he questions, smiling softly as he holds out his hand. 

You turn back towards Charlotte, who is now left alone now that Eddie has gone to the barn to start lessons for the day. She nods her head, shooing the two of you away and out into the summer sun. 

Steve laces your fingers with his, boots crunching on gravel as he makes his way to the stables.

“Wish we could take sonny today,” Steve says, frowning slightly when you pass them. You distract him with a kiss to the cheek, bumping into his hat causing him to let out a chuckle. 

“Tryna kiss me stupid here, honey?” he asks as he continues walking, dipping into some trees at the edge of the property.

“Just tryna kiss ya, cowboy,” he smiles back at you as he leads you through the trees, finally stopping and letting you settle in next to him once you reach the creek. 

You release his hand, kicking off your shoes in order to step in the creek, turning to Steve who is still on the bank.

“Comin’ in?” you grin, looking up at him. He scratches at the scruff that is forming on his chin, contemplating kicking off his boots and joining you.

“I dunno, Dandy,” 

“C’mon, don’t make me enjoy this all alone,”

With that, he toes off his boots as you step forward in the water in order to roll up his jeans for him. You hold your hand out, Steve taking it and stepping into the water with you. The two of you wade in the shallow creek, your back to Steve when you feel a splash of water hit the bend of your knees. 

You whip around, scowling at Steve who has a wide grin on his face. You bend over, skimming your hand in the water in order to splash him back. Steve walks backwards, tripping over his feet, sending him tumbling, falling on his ass. 

You rush to him, dropping to your knees in the shallow water next to him.

“Are you okay?” you question, looking him over as if you’ll see any physical damage. 

He simply smiles at you, on your knees-so close to his lap. He wishes he could pull you onto him and kiss you breathless.

That’s when he realizes there’s nothing stopping him.

He hooks his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. He mumbles a soft, “C’mere,” as he motions with his head for you to get on.

You swing your leg over his lap, heartbeat high in your throat as you look down at him. It’s a little awkward, his sling taking up much of the room between the two of you, but it doesn’t matter.

Steve’s eyes travel to your lips, a smile forming on them as your hand raises to pet the hairs adorning the nape of Steve’s neck.

“I think you’re the one that’s trying to kiss me stupid,” you breathe.

“Just tryna kiss ya,” 

With that, he leans in, capturing your lips in a firm kiss. It’s slow–calculated, each movement well thought out as he guides you. You eventually crack a smile while kissing him, teeth knocking together as Steve begins to smile too. You finally pull away when it’s time to catch your breath. 

“Why’d you wait so long, cowboy?” you ask, hand still petting at his hair. 

“Kinda thought you deserved more, Dandy,” he breaths out, thumb rubbing at your hip as his eyes flash back towards your lips. 

“Well- why don’t you let me worry about that, mudslinger” you lean back down, kissing him sweetly before pulling away and getting off his lap. He looks up at you in a daze, lips pink and full as he cracks a smile. 

You help him up and out of the creek, using your now half soaked cardigan to dry your legs off before slipping back into your shoes. Steve gets along fine with getting his boots back on, but you can't help but giggle when you turn to see his jeans still rolled up. You bend down to fix them, Steve mumbling a soft thank you. 

You walk hand in hand back to the house, offering Eddie a small wave when you pass by the stables.

You’re both still sopping wet when you make it to the front porch, Steve groaning when he’s intercepted by Donna at the door. 

“I know you are not about to come in here with those sopping wet jeans on,” She scolds the two of you. 

Steve playfully rolls his eyes, nudging past her and making his way inside. 

“I’ll clean it Mama,” she playfully smacks his good shoulder before retreating back to the kitchen to continue cooking lunch for the Saturday workers. 

Steve opens the door to his room, closing the door after you. 

“Skirt’s pretty soaked, do you want some shorts and a new shirt?” he questions, turning towards his closet to grab himself a change of clothes. You squeak out a small “yes” as you kick off your shoes. He hands you a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, turning back towards the closet. 

In a surge of courage and confidence, your hands find the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head while Steve’s back is to you. 

When Steve turns around, he feels like he’s been punched in the gut. His lungs are void of air as his eyes rake over your frame, drinking you in. He swears he sees stars when your fingers dip into the waistband of your skirt, dropping it to the floor with a wet thud. 

You stalk towards him, fingers hooking in his belt loops as you guide him to the chair sitting in the corner of his room. 

“Dandelion- sweetheart what are you doing?” Steve asks as you drop to your knees in front of him, eyeing him sweetly. 

“Just let me take care of you, Cowboy,” you push him back by his hip, satisfied once you force him to sit in the chair. 

Fingers come to unbutton his damp wranglers, cock already straining against the rough fabric. You pop the button, slowly unzipping his pants, tapping his thighs so he will lift his hips. 

He’s looking at you with glassy eyes, pupils blown wide as he watches your hand sneak into his boxers and pull out his hard member. 

“Fuck, darlin you don’t have to do this,” his hand reaches down to caress the your flushed cheek. 

“Want to,” your hand strokes him, the drag causing Steve to throw his head back, loud groans leaving his lips as he indulges in the feeling of you taking care of him. 

You suck the head of his cock, tongue swirling around the tip. Steve’s hand comes to thread through your hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling just hard enough to get you off of him. 

“You wanna feel good too?” Steve questions, free hand coming to stroke himself. You nod your head, pleading eyes meeting Steve’s. 

“Ride me then,”

“S-steve your shoulder,” He laughs, the hand that was stroking his cock now caressing your face. His boot begins tapping on the floor beneath you. 

Tap-Tap-Tap

You look up at him through hooded eyes, biting your lip as you lower yourself onto his boot. You let out a soft mewl when the rough leather catches on your clothed clit. You begin to rock back and forth, riding his boot as you take him back into your mouth. 

You take him to the back of your throat, nose bumping into the soft pudge of his tummy, being tickled by the pubic hair that adorns the area. 

He groans, the deep growl echoing off the walls causing you to pull back and shush him. Steve chuckles as he guides his cock back towards your lips, you greedily sucking him in. 

Your hands come to rest on his hairy thighs, your own shaking from the impending orgasm, the coil in your tummy tightening as you use his boot to get off. 

“Jesus, Honey. I’m gonna come if you keep takin’ me so deep like that,” he moans as you release his member with a soft pop, a giddy smile on your face as you look up at him. 

“Kinda the point, Honey,” you begin to stroke him, hand slippery with your spit and his precum.  

“Gonna come,” he grits out, your mouth enveloping him as his hips stutter and his cock twitches in your mouth, hot cum running down your throat. 

You pull off him once he winces at the overstimulation. Your hips are still moving, your sopping cunt still dragging across the ridges of Steve’s boots. 

“You close honey?” Steve asks, a little hint of pity lacing his tone. You whine when he begins to mock you.

Three more thrusts of your hips and you’re coming undone, panties now soaked with your release and seeping onto his cowboy boot. You slump forward when you’ve finished riding out your high, face resting on his thigh mere inches from his now softening cock. His hand pets your hair, letting you rest there for a while before breaking the silence.

“These pants are still wet darlin, need to change,” he taps your cheek, causing you to rise from the spot in his lap and pull yourself off of his boot. You wince when you disconnect from him, blushing when you see the wet spot you left on the leather. Steve however, props his foot up on the ottoman that you were just wedged between and admires the slick spot on his boot-proud of what you’d done to him.

“Might keep it there,” You whine at his words, embarrassed you’d just come undone so easily for him.

“Hey- don’t pout,” he says as he gets up, a soft grunt leaving his lips as he does so. Tall frame towering over yours, his hand coming to brush your unkempt hair out of your face. 

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, pushing down his pants and stepping out of them. He digs around for a pair of boxers before turning and offering you a pair. 

“Figured you’d soaked your-uh,”

“Panties?”

“You just had me ride your boot, now you’re shy about my wet panties?” you question, a small smirk forming on your lips as you take the pair of boxers from him. 

Now he turns bright red, cheeks flushing at the mere talk of your underwear. 

“I’m a gentleman, Dandy,” you roll your eyes, mumbling a soft, “not in the sheets” as you walk by him. 

“Come on mudslinger, let's get dressed. I’ll make us some lunch once we get downstairs,” 

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[tuiccim]

Playing for Keeps

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: Post-breakup, angst with a happy ending, jealousy, manipulation, anxiety.

Word count: 2k

Summary: A party at Tony's penthouse has you facing Steve Rogers for the first time since he broke your heart and you make sure to show up with a heartthrob on your arm.

A/N: Thank you to the lovely @whisperlullabyfor beta reading for me. Dedicated to my darling friend @maladaptivexxdaydreaming who sent me the gif that set my brain going on this story.

You take a deep breath on the elevator ride up to Tony’s penthouse and glance at your date. Handsome in his suit, Jean-Paul smiles at you and reaches to entwine your fingers together. You squeeze his hand as the doors open revealing a room full of people. You make your way around saying hello to your friends and acquaintances while sipping a glass of champagne. 

“Hey! You came,” Natasha greets you with her signature smirk. 

“Of course. Tony invited-”

“Look who it is!” Sam slides up to you with a grin. 

“Hey Sam,” you say, giving him a quick hug but feeling your stomach knot. 

“Who’s your friend?” Sam asks, eyeing Jean-Paul. 

“This is my date, Jean-Paul Beaubier. Jean-Paul, this is Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson.”

“Of course, you two really need no introduction,” Jean-Paul says as he shakes their hands. 

“How did you two meet?” Natasha asks with a glance at Sam.

“We-” “This-” You and Jean-Paul speak at the same time and then laugh together.

“Okay, you tell it,” you smile. 

“As I was saying, this beautiful creature wandered into my reading. I was promoting my latest novel when a vision walked in and stole my breath. I could barely get through the rest of my chapter. And then I had to take questions and sign books. I was watching her out of the corner of my eye to make sure she didn’t leave. She came up after things died down, had me sign a copy of the book, asked some wonderfully intelligent questions, and even managed to seem surprised when I asked her to go for a drink.”

“Jean-Paul!” you laugh at his exaggeration. “More like, I stammered out a barely intelligible question and almost passed out when he asked.”

“I was enchanted,” Jean-Paul smiles at you. 

“And far too kind to me,” you demure.

“That’s so… sweet,” Natasha says with a stiff smile.

“You gotta teach me some moves, man,” Sam elbows Jean-Paul with a waggle of his eyebrows. 

“Oh, Tony and Pepper are waving us over,” you say quickly, relieved to be leaving the conversation. 

Jean-Paul guides you in their direction with a hand on the small of your back. You make introductions and small talk until you can extricate yourself to wander around the party. You enjoy seeing your friends even if it does feel slightly awkward at times. A little later, you and Jean-Paul are sitting close together with his arm around your waist. His whispered observations of the party goers had you giggling uncontrollably until-

“Someone is staring at you, darling, and seems quite unhappy.”

You glance up and feel a chill as you lock eyes with Steve Rogers. His piercing blue gaze speaks volumes. Turning back to Jean-Paul, you tell him, “That’s my ex.”

“Captain America. He won’t make me disappear, will he?” Jean-Paul’s lips quirk. 

You laugh and shake your head. He kisses your neck and continues talking but your mind wanders to the supersoldier whose eyes you can still feel on you. It had been six weeks since he broke up with you. He looked different in just that short amount of time. His hair was a tad longer and less groomed.  His beard had grown in making a much gruffer looking Captain America. He had ended your seven month relationship for reasons you didn’t fully understand. His lame excuse of putting you in danger, and that he was too busy with the Avengers to give you what you deserve had sounded hollow even to you. 

The intense retrospection you had put yourself through had led you to one conclusion. The drawer. Steve stayed with you as much, if not more, than he stayed at the compound and so you had cleaned out a drawer for him, made some space in the closet, and invited him to keep some things there. Less than a week later, he took all of his things and walked out of your apartment and your life. You were devastated but had concluded that Steve simply couldn’t commit. After all, seven months in and he had never said I love you. Although, that hadn’t stopped you from berating yourself for pushing him. 

Now, your anger and guilt had subsided but your heart still hurt and you knew you had to do something. Jean-Paul was perfect. Handsome, kind, funny, and intelligent, all the things you need right now. 

“Hey…” Jean-Paul gets your attention. 

“I’m sorry. I got lost in thought for a second.”

“It’s okay, minou. Would you like another drink?”

“That sounds great but I’ll get them. Thor is over there. I know you wanted to meet him. Would you like me to introduce you?” you ask. 

“Please,” he stands and holds a hand out to you. 

After making introductions, you excuse yourself to refresh your drinks and run into Wanda at the bar. 

“How’ve you been?” you ask her. 

“I’m doing fine,” she says with a raised eyebrow. 

“Is Vision okay?” you ask, confused by her demeanor. 

“He’s wonderful. How are you?” Wanda’s intonation expresses more than her words. 

“I’m doing pretty good. Just trying to move on. Find some happiness,” you answer the unspoken question.  

“He hasn’t been the same since…”

“He broke up with me, Wanda. This was his choice,” you answer defensively. 

“I’m not blaming you. I’m just letting you know in case…”

“I won’t chase him. He made his feelings very clear. Anyway, I should get back to my date. It was nice seeing you.”

“You, too,” Wanda smiles sadly. 

You make your way back to Jean-Paul who puts a possessive arm around you. It seems every time you glance around the party you manage to catch Steve’s eyes. His gaze seemed to follow you everywhere, sometimes centered on you and other times wherever on your body Jean-Paul’s hand was on at the time. It was disconcerting but you chose to ignore him and made your way around the party while trying to enjoy yourself. 

It was as you were conversing with Natasha and Sam again that everything seemed to hit you at once. Jean-Paul’s side pressed to yours, his hand making circles on your back, the noise of the party, the feeling of Steve’s eyes on you, the weight of the glances Natasha kept making in his direction, the cold glass in your hand, the underlying meaning of all the words around you, and your anxiety skyrocketed. The overwhelmed feeling was too much for you and you excused yourself to the lady’s room. 

Sitting on the toilet, you allow yourself a couple of tears before forcing yourself to suck it up. Before, you would have been with Steve. The noise would have faded when he looked at you, not buzzed as it had tonight. All of the conversations would not have seemed rife with meaning and you wouldn’t feel constantly judged. You would have been safe and comfortable under his wing. 

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you straighten your shoulders, take a few deep breaths, and force yourself to leave the quiet sanctuary. You walk down the hall towards the living room when a door opens as you pass it and you hear your name before being pulled into the room. You stare into Steve’s eyes as he closes the door and then leans into you with his large hands spread on each side of the wall beside you. He was close enough to smell and you had to stop yourself from closing your eyes and breathing him in. Just his presence had an instant calming effect on your nerves until the intrusive memories of his words broke through. 

“Are you okay?” he asks softly. 

You look at him as several emotions run through you. Finally, you lift your chin and answer defiantly, “That’s not really your business anymore.”

“It’ll always be my business to make sure you’re okay,” Steve says softly. 

“I’m fine. Can you-”

“Minou?”Jean-Paul’s voice can be heard through the door just as he opens it and stares at you trapped by Steve’s arms. You push Steve away as Jean-Paul turns on his heel to leave. 

“Jean-Paul, please! It’s not what it looks like!” 

“Tu me prends pour une valise?(Do you take me for a fool?)” He says as he walks away quickly. 

“No! Jean, please!” You try to follow but Steve grabs your hand. 

“Please don’t go,” he begs. 

“Why not? Why shouldn’t I run after a good man? Why should I stay here with the one who broke my heart? Give me one good reason!” You practically shout the last sentence and scoff when he simply stares back. 

As you turn away again, he finds his voice, “Because I love you!”

That stops you in your tracks. He had never said it before. He had never mentioned love or the future even but now he was declaring it loudly. But could it be real?

“Funny how you just figured that out. You see me with another man and your jealousy finally forces those words out of your mouth. Well, Captain Rogers, I don’t believe you!” 

Steve closes the door before you can go out and when you turn back to him with a sharp remark on your tongue, it fades as you notice the tears clinging to his lashes. He holds his hands up and says softly, “Please, please hear me out. That night was the worst night of my life. I thought I was doing what was best for both of us with everything that was happening. There are so many threats, so many things you don’t know about and I can’t tell you. I thought I could protect you best by letting you go.”

“No, no! That isn’t the real reason you did this. You did this because you’re too scared to really commit to someone. You realized you had gotten in too deep with me and ran scared,” you try to hold onto your anger but your voice breaks on the last word. 

Steve sees you straighten your spine but the quiver in your lip is a dead giveaway. You’re scared to let him in again and his heart twists. Whatever it took he would win you back and the first step was admitting his failings. Carefully, he cradles your neck as he speaks softly, “You’re right. I was scared. I am scared but not having you is so much scarier. You are what makes all of the fighting worth it. You make me a better person and remind me of all the good things in the world. I wasn’t going to come tonight but I knew I had to. I had to see you. I needed to know that I could be in the same room with you and all of my reasons for breaking up with you would hold up.”

“And?” You whisper.

“Not a single one did. The second those elevator doors opened and I could see you, nothing else mattered except you. I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it. I love you so much. And if it’s still on the table, can I have that drawer?” Steve looks into your eyes, waiting for your answer. 

“It’s still available. I think we can make that work,” you reply with a little smirk. 

“And the other thing?”

“Yeah, I love you, too, Steve.”

“Thank God,” Steve whispers before kissing you sweetly. 

“What do we do now?” you ask as the kiss ends. 

“Go to my room to grab a few things. Do you want to go find Jean-Paul and tell him?” Steve asks.

“He’ll figure it out,” you say as you pull Steve to you for another kiss. 

Hours later, you smile at Steve’s sleeping form next to you. Your lips are slightly swollen from the number of kisses shared and you would have beard burn in some interesting places tomorrow but it was worth every moment. Quietly, you grab your phone and send a quick text to Jean-Paul, “Tell Kyle I said thank you for letting me borrow his hubby for the night. You’re the best.” Turning over, you snuggle against Steve and smile at being back where you belong.

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Summary: Steve Harrington and Olivia Henderson have been the best of friends since they could remember. It was a coincidence, really. They got put in the same first grade class.

As time went on, they were practically joined at the hip!.. until they turned 12, and Olivia started babysitting her little brother, Dustin, and his best friends, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers and Lucas Sinclair.

A crush on Steve developed for Olivia when they entered the 7th Grade at Hawkins Middle School.

Olivia changed a little in high school. Her clothing got a little darker; black shirts and black Chuck Taylor’s. She still wore her denim; she couldn’t shy away from it, but she added more than just blue denim jeans. Skirts and shorts were added to her wardrobe.

Steve became popular in High School and was dubbed the King of Hawkins High after the previous King graduated. Steve felt he had to live up to the expectations of being King, but that didn’t really stop Olivia from hanging out with him when he wasn’t around Tommy H. and Carol.

Things started to change when he became attracted to Nancy Wheeler, Mike’s older sister. He started ditched Olivia more for Nancy, and she understood, but didn’t like it.

The night Will Byers went missing, it put a few things into perspective for Olivia, like her protectiveness for Dustin grew, as well as her friendship with Will’s older brother, Jonathan.

Dustin, of course, dragged his sister into the craziness of Eleven, a mysterious girl with superpowers that showed up out of nowhere.

Will Olivia eventually tell Steve about her feelings for him during their Upside Down adventures, or will she continue to keep it a secret?

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Dangerous Waters - Steve Harrington x Reader

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WARNINGS: Angst to Fluff, Mentions of injury, Language, S4 E7 spoilers

Summary: Hunting down a portal that Vecna had caused wasn’t your idea of a fun night and it most definitely didn’t help that you and your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, are at odds because of a previous argument. However, all of that gets put aside when Steve gets dragged underwater and is put in the direct line of danger.

A/N: Again, spoilers for S4 E7! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3.8K

The water rocked the little fishing boat with such severity that it just added more to the already tense situation. With Nancy and Robin at your side and Eddie sitting across from you, Steve was as far as he could possibly be, which was fine with you. You didn’t even want to talk to him anyways. Just looking at him made you frustrated beyond belief.

Silence settled on the boat as Eddie and Robin used oars to push the lot of you closer to where the compass in Nancy’s palm was pointing towards. You white-knuckled your flashlight, as did Steve, looking over the side of the boat for anything out of the ordinary. While the beam of light was steady, you were anything but. An opening into the upside down was one thing – an opening into the upside down located at the bottom of Lover’s Lake? Insane. Utterly and completely insane.

A couple of little fish flitted by, twirling around and gliding by, both headed in the same direction. You frowned, but kept your light on them. A day ago, you probably would have cooed at the scene and thought stupid little romantic thoughts. ‘Aww, those fish are like me and Steve! Even though we don’t take the same exact path, we’re headed in the same direction, together.’ Now you wished a catfish would come up from the depths and swallow one of the minnows.

“Woah,” Nancy says, breaking the quiet and startling you, “woah, woah, woah, slow down.” The compass in Nancy’s hand rattled and spun, clearly upset at whatever was going on. Quickly, Eddie and Robin pushed their oars in the opposite direction to settle the boat into a stand-still. Nancy leaned forward with the compass, as did everyone else, both you and Steve shining your flashlights onto the tool. Dustin’s true north compass was going haywire.

“Whoa…” Steve breathes, unbelieving of the situation. Then, the walkie talkie crackles to life.

“Guys, what’s going on? Come on guys, talk to me, what’s going on?” Dustin’s voice sputtered through the speaker as Robin picked it up.

“Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital ‘aah!’.” Robin said, explaining what was going on to the best of her ability. You were still so engrossed in the flitting of the needle that you didn’t notice Steve silently slipping off his shoes.

“Steve? What are you doing?” Nancy’s words snapped you back to reality and forced your eyes on Steve. You watched in confusion as he set his sneakers underneath one of the little boat benches.

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this out.” Steve said, like it was common sense. “Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then…” He said trailing off. You were shaking your head unconsciously. No, no, no. As much as your boyfriend pissed you off right now, so much as to want him off the boat, you did not want to send him down to the murky depths of Lovers Lake.

“Four years.” You state, drawing everyone’s attention to you. “I’ve been a certified lifeguard for four years.” Steve rolls his eyes slightly.

“Y/N, this isn’t a competition.”

“Four years of being a certified lifeguard and five years on the swim team.” Steve frowned and his eyebrows narrowed.

“Like I said, this isn’t a–”

“I’m going down there. I can top your qualifications, so I’m going to look.” You say definitively. You make quick work of your shoes and socks and slip off your sweater, leaving you in just your jeans and top. Steve shakes his head and begins to stand up.

“It’s gotta be me. No complaints, all right?”

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Eddie says, his voice feeling far away. “I do not wanna go down there.” He wordlessly gets a plastic bag out from who knows where, fitting a flashlight inside. As Steve began taking off that yellow sweater which, much to your chagrin, you adored on him, you stood up to match his stance. Eddie held the light up, which both you and Steve grabbed at the same time. The two of you matched your gaze, neither of you backing down.

“Steve,” you say his name through gritted teeth, “I’m going down there, whether you like it or not.” Without a second thought, Steve brushed back a strand of hair that was in your face behind your ear, touching the shell of it lightly. You hesitate slightly, letting Steve have the advantage as he slipped the flashlight from your grasp.

“No. I am.” Quickly, Steve shoved his sweater into your hands and dived off the side of the boat, rocking it slightly, and disappeared into the dark water. You stand still in shock for a few moments, looking at your friends. Nancy’s eyes were wide and Eddie was trying to light a cigarette but was thwarted by Robin plucking it from his fingers and tossing it into the lake.

“Y/N… you can sit back down.” Robin suggests. But you can’t. You just keep standing, your flashlight on the spot where Steve descended into the murky depths. You’re frozen and will not thaw until your boyfriend comes back.

It was like the world had halted its course of movement and time was no longer relevant. You stood stagnant for what seemed like mere seconds but also hours. Your thoughts were only proven wrong when Robin asked for a time check.

“Where are we at Wheeler?” She asked, her voice flimsy.

“Closing in on a minute,” Nancy said, trying to keep her tone steady. You heard Robin mumble an “okay,” but kept your eyes trained on the water lapping at the fishing boat. Not speaking, just thinking about that argument you and Steve had just yesterday.

“Steve, is it so crazy that I want to go to meet your parents?!” You exclaimed, hands in fists by your waist.

“Obviously not Y/N, it’s just that- that I’m not sure it’s the best idea.” Steve says, exasperated, his hands in his hair. Your eyebrows knit at his comment.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that my parents aren’t the kind of people who you’d really want to meet.” Steve said, looking anywhere else than where you were.

“I’m your girlfriend, they seriously don’t want to meet me?”

“No, that’s not it–”

“Or do you not want them to meet me?!” You exclaim, folding your arms tightly.

“Now you’re just putting words in my mouth.”

“You’re not denying it!” You shout, raising your arms and letting them fall to your side.

“Y/N, Y/N! You’re not listening to me! I’m just saying it’s not the best idea!” You shake your head and sigh.

“I didn’t think you meeting my parents was the best idea and it was fine.” You explain, a serious and slightly shake tone accompanying your words.

“Y/N/N, your idea of a bad idea is your mom showing all your baby pictures and your dad getting into an in depth conversation about his research.” Your face heats as your brain replays the memories of when Steve first met your parents. You can still see him sitting next to your mom as she leafed through several pictures and recounted early memories of your childhood. You can see Steve at your dinner table, actively engaging as your dad went into the nitty-gritty details of his research focus, nodding his head at all the right times and asking questions. Your fears were quelled, so why wouldn’t his be?

“Do you think I’m going to fuck up that badly?” You ask, stone faced. Behind Steve’s eyes, you could see him scrambling for a way to answer your question, but he comes up with none. Scoffing, you turn away from him before he could see the tears in your eyes. “Screw you, Harrington.”

You heard someone drumming their fingers on their leg in impatience, another one huffs, and the third bounces their knees. You were about to ask for another time check, but a loud and large splash caused you to stumble and fall into the boat, your heart lurching in your chest.

“OH CHRIST!” Eddie yelped, everyone else gasping in fright. The splash revealed Steve, treading water and taking deep breaths.

“I found it,” he says, swimming closer towards the boat.

“You found it?!” Nancy exclaims, relief and surprise evident in her voice.

“I found it. Yeah. I found it.” Steve sort of sputters, breathless and now hanging onto the side of the boat. You could hear the sighs of relief behind you, but the only thing on your mind was the boy in front of you. Shimmying your way towards where Steve was, you kept your eyes on his – and his were on yours.

“Dustin, you are a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate.” Robin gushes, communicating with the trio of freshmen on the shores of Lovers Lake.

“It’s pretty wild,” Your boyfriend is, giving you sort of a lopsided and breathless smile. “It’s more of a snack-size gate than the big mama gate, but still, it’s pretty damn big.” He’s panting through his words and you almost let out a laugh at his comment, but it’s shoved right back down your throat when Steve unexpectedly gets dunked back underwater. You’re already on the edge of the boat, but your three friends behind you clamor towards where Steve was. Almost as quickly as he was submerged, he popped back up with a severely confused look on his face. He looks at the water, then back at you. Before either of you could utter a word, he’s violently dragged back underneath. And this time, it doesn’t look like he’s coming back up. He was the minnow that got swallowed by the catfish.

“STEVE!” You scream, disbelief circling your mind. But there was no time for that. Instantly, you shuck the blanket that you had wrapped around yourself and dive head first into the murky waters. The second your body hits the water, a chill works its way through your bones. The water is cold, almost to the point of freezing, and Steve was nowhere to be seen. You look around, your floating hair obscuring your vision for a few moments. You use your arm to brush the strands away, and that’s when you see the dim, but glowing, red light stemming from the bottom of the lake. Pitching yourself downward, you began your descent, kicking your legs and using your arms to push you further and further towards the portal. No matter what Steve had said, whether it was snack-size or a big mama, the portal was terrifying. Any movie or comic book trying to create a sort of sci-fi replication of the portal could never do it justice. Tendrils seemed to wrap around it and the atmosphere was dark on the other side. But Steve had been dragged through there, and so, you will follow.

The portal had swallowed you and spit you back out about five feet into the air. You waved your arms around, trying to catch your bearings, before gravity slammed you back into the Earth. You gasp, the fall knocking the wind out of your lungs, before scrambling to your feet. And that’s when you see him. Steve, on the ground, shaking his legs and grasping at the tendril that's wrapped around his throat. Biting at his torso, biting at his legs, constricting his ability to breathe were bats of the sickest kind. Your eyes flit from side to side, trying to see if there’s something you could use to swat them away. Lo and behold, an oar was resting just meters away from Steve. Running, you snatch it into your hands and aim directly for one biting into his exposed chest. The oar makes direct contact with the creature, knocking it a few feet away before it limps and flies away into the distorted sky. Steve meets your eye and then glances sideways to where you had a feeling, Robin, Nancy, and Eddie were standing behind you. 

“Hey there,” you murmur. And after that one little comment, a fight breaks out – some of Hawkins High’s best and brightest versus creatures from another dimension. Piece of cake. After a while of swinging and swatting, bludgeoning and beating, Steve finishes off the last of the bats by ripping its body apart and tossing its bottom half sideways. His breaths are heavy as he spits blood from his mouth, but he’s okay. “Steve,” you whisper, running to him but staying away an arms length. You rake your eyes over his torso, inspecting all of the bites and checking to see if he was truly alright.

“They took about a pound of flesh,” he remarks, his fatigue evident. “But other than that. Never been better,” he says. You nod and press your lips together, because you can already feel the tears welling in your eyes. Steve leans down just a bit to fully meet your eyes. “Y/N. I’m okay.” His brown doe eyes meet yours and the softness of his face makes yours crumble. You let the floodgates open and wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his chest. One of his arms wraps around your waist, his other hand coming up to brush your hair, twirling some of the strands with his fingers. “I’m okay, I’m okay.” He whispers. Whether he was saying it reaffirm to you or to reaffirm himself, he was there and alive.

“Uh, do you think these bats have rabies?” Robin’s question strikes you so much that you pull away from Steve, looking at her with a confused expression. Steve’s face mirrored yours.

“What?” Steve asked, squinting his eyes.

“It’s just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear. And I think we should get you to a doctor soon because once symptoms set in, it’s too late. You’re already dead.” Robin’s momentary word vomit gets interrupted by the chittering of more bats, the swarm landing to guard your exit from the Upside Down. The five of you move to compact yourself closer together, assuming a sort of battle formation.

“Alright, that’s not that many.” Steve suggests, tilting his head a bit causing his hair to flop forward. “We can take ‘em, right?” It was a shame Steve didn’t knock on wood. All of a sudden, it seemed like thousands of those bats were headed right towards your group, ensuring that leaving the Upside Down would not be achieved through the snack size portal.

“The woods, come on!” Nancy says, taking off towards the spindly trees. Without a second thought, the rest of you are off, following Hawkins High’s “it” girl into the treacherous-looking forest.

After a while of running, the swarm eventually caught up to your rag-tag group, causing the five of you to clamber under a boulder, the Upside Down’s version of Skull Rock. You tried to keep your breathing even as you heard the shrieks of the tentacle bats and the cracking of thunder. To put it simply, this place was utterly terrifying.

“Oh… okay. That was close.” Robin said, relieved as she crawled out of Skull Rock’s cover.

“Too close,” Eddie remarked, following Nancy as the rest of you walked back into the clearing of the woods. 

“Oh, sh…shit.” Steve stammered, all but collapsing onto the boulder. You whip your head around.

“Steve?” You ask, stopping in your tracks. “Oh my god.” Your eyes fall on where one of the bats had latched onto him, revealing a deep gash where blood seemed to have been leaking from for quite a while.

“I’m fine,” he says, trying to pass it off.

“No, you’re not.” You say pointedly, walking right up to him to get a better look at the wound. “Good god Steve, you’re losing blood. Sit down, come on.” You help your boyfriend slide down the rock to sit down on one of the smaller rocks. Assessing it quickly, you see that it’s a deep puncture wound with no signs of the bleeding stopping. You think, just for a moment, before starting to rip the lower portion of your shirt off to serve as a bandage.

“Okay,” Robin says, settling down next to you, “So the good news is I’m pretty sure woozieness is not a symptom of rabies. But if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling aggressive like you want to punch me, let me know.”

“Robin,” Steve grits out.

“Yeah?” She asks, hopeful yet worried.

“I kinda wanna punch you.” You laugh despite the situation and Robin joins you.

“Sense of humor is still intact. That’s a good sign.” Robin remarks.

“Yeah,” Steve nods, a strained smile on his face. Finally, you manage to fully rip the fabric off. Holding it up before Steve’s wound, you’re thankful it looks big enough. You meet Steve’s eyes and the both of you give a hesitant nod.

“Okay,” you say as Steve peels himself away from the wall, giving you the ability to wrap the cloth around his body. “You ready?”

“Yep. Fire away,” Steve grimaces. You try to be as efficient as you can, wrapping the cloth as quickly as possible while making sure it’s as painless yet thorough as it could be. However, now was the hard part – tightening it.

“Sorry,” you murmur, cinching it and wrapping it back around towards his abdominals.

“It’s okay,” he manages, but you can tell he’s moments away from yelling out in pain.

“Is it too tight? Not tight enough?” You ask before folding the remaining strands away.

“No, it’s good.” He assures you. Getting what was essentially a go-ahead, you tuck away the cotton and smooth it out. “Thank you.” You’re quiet for a few moments.

“I don’t have to meet your parents.” Is what you finally say, shocking him a bit.

“Huh?”

“If you don’t think it’s a good idea, then I don’t have to do it. You and your feelings are more important than my preconceived notions of how relationships should work.” You tell him.

“Y/N–”

“Steve, really.” You give him a small smile. “I understand that cookie-cutter relationships aren’t really a thing, so we don’t have to do everything or anything that other people do.” Steve sighs as a smile works its way back onto his face.

“When I was saying it was a bad idea, it had absolutely nothing to do with who you are and everything to do with who they are. Well, my dad really. I want you to meet my mom. Maybe when we get back and things aren’t all…?”

“Scary? And thunder-y? And with a lot less bats?” You suggest, causing Steve’s smile to break out into a full on grin.

“I love you.” He says, taking your face with his hands and pressing a searing kiss to your lips. It’s soft but with a hint of something fierce. You both know you have company around so there wasn’t a chance that the kiss could be an introduction to a full on make-out session, but it said everything that those many kisses could say.

“I love you, too.” A big boom of thunder makes you flinch, bringing you back to the present. Helping Steve to his feet again, you wander out from under Skull Rock.

“So, uh… this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?” Eddie asks, his voice echoing throughout the clearing.

“Pretty much,” you affirm. As Eddie’s about to hop down from whatever rock he was using to survey the land, Nancy stops him.

“Wait, watch out for the vines. It’s all a hive mind.” She warns.

“It’s all a what?”

“All the creepy crawlies around here. They’re like ‘one,’, or something. Step on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.” Steve explains. Eddie nods his head and frowns.

“Shit.” He starts to make his way down, avoiding all of the tendrils.

“But everything from our world is here except people, right?” Robin wonders.

“More or less,” you nod.

“So we could go and grab weapons, food, anything we need from the police station right?” Robin suggests.

“Yeah, dunno if Hawkins is gonna have grenades, Robin.” Steve says, a deadpanned look on his face. “But maybe guns.”

“We don’t have to go all the way downtown for that, though.” Nancy interjects. “I have guns… in my bedroom.”

“Seriously? You’re not lying?” Eddie asks with a skeptical tone.

“That’s a perfect idea. Reminds me of when I was with you and Jonathan, fighting that thing the first time around.” You remark, gaining a reminiscent smile from your friend.

“Yeah, well, you almost shot me with the one she gave you.” Steve remembered, nudging you. A playful smile erupted on your cheeks.

“Who could blame me? We were hunting monsters and there you come in, barreling through the door like a bat out of… well,” you say laughing a bit. Steve’s gaze is on yours again, doe eyes back in full effect when a jean-jacket vest collides with him.

“For your modesty, dude.” Eddie says. Both you and Steve gave him a look, but before you could rip Eddie a new one, the ground began to shake. Nancy, Robin, and Eddie clung to each other to try and remain upright but ended up laying on the ground whereas Steve hooked an arm around your waist and held you to him, bracing the both of you against skull rock. You could feel his breath hot against your neck as he panted, keeping the both of you safe as he dug his feet into the ground. Thankfully it stopped before harm could really have been done, but the wailing of bats made your group focus up. Even as the shaking stopped, Steve kept his arm fully encircled around you, keeping you close.

“Should probably get those guns,” you breathed.

“Yeah guns seem like a good idea to me.” Eddie agreed.

“Yeah, me too.” Robin says. You twist around in Steve’s grasp to kiss his jaw. He nods and lets you go, putting on the jean vest swiftly.

“Then what are we waiting for?” He takes your hand in his and begins the journey towards the Wheeler’s house. You know what you’re up against is anything but a walk in the park and that monsters roam in every corner and facet of this dimension. But somehow, you feel peace in the way that Steve holds your hand. You feel his callouses, the skin tough from wielding that baseball bat to ward off demogorgons and demodogs. You’re able to trace the indents and lines, pretending for just a second you know what they mean. And when he squeezes your hand? You know he’s with you – forever and always, through thick and thin. 

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Accepted- 7

Planning a wedding with the man she loves and working small jobs with SHIELD seems like an easy task, but now that Jonathan is dead, Maggie and Steve have to continue tracking down HYDRA and cleaning up the mess left behind- which is easier said than done when the Winter Soldier has returned.

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“What do you mean it was compromised?” Steve demands, jacket gone and the tie loosened around his neck as he paces his floor, Bucky and T’Challa listening.

Steve’s previously perfectly gelled hair is mused from the frequent hand running through it, with the top two buttons undone and his sleeves haphazardly shoved up to his elbows. He’s barely managed to change, sounding more and more concerned since returning to the room Tony arranged for Bucky to stay in. “Why would they be ambushed in one of Tony’s warehouses?”

“The warehouse was an ambush,” FRIDAY calmly repeats from the ceiling intercom, having reached out as soon as Steve returned. “The warehouse was sold by Mr. Stark years ago once the company changed. The HYDRA drive was recovered, but not without casualties.”

“Maggie?”

“… She was the main target. I have not heard from them since Agent Romanoff gave emergency treatment-“

“Emergency?” Steve demands, heart dropping to his stomach. He was so worried, so focused on recovering the piece of his past he had left, the only family he could rely on since he became Captain America, and now he was paying the price. Maggie was paying the price.

“She was hit by a bullet, Maximoff tried to keep the wound closed but there was still significant blood loss. After Romanoff consulted Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark they went dark as the safe house was considered compromised.”

Of course. “Keep me posted as soon as you know where they are. I want to see Maggie.” He lets the call end before releasing a heavy breath, leaning against the back of the couch. “This is my fault…”

“No,” Bucky says firmly, watching his every move. “You couldn’t have known it would have been an ambush.”

“No,” Steve sighs. “But I also haven’t been trying. I’ve been pushing off everything Maggie says, from missions to the wedding to everything she’s faced with HYDRA.”

Bucky nods slowly. “So basically what I warned you about?”

Steve ignores his friend’s slightly smug dig, lost in thought. “I really messed up.”

“Maybe,” Bucky grips his shoulder, just like he used to before the serum changed them both. “But even if you’re a stubborn punk, you two will get over this. Just talk to her.”

Steve sighs before reaching into his pocket, pulling out the engagement ring from his pocket. “I don’t think that’ll work this time…”

Bucky raises an eyebrow. “She gave it back?”

“Found it on the dresser in my room.” He examines it, lost in thought. Though it’s simple, it’s perfectly Maggie in its subtle charm. “I deserve it… But I’m going to get her back. Whatever it takes.” He nods to T’Challa. “I’m going after them. I’m bringing them home.”

…

The first thing I’m aware of is a musty smell, an almost damp heaviness that takes more effort to breathe through and hurts my side with every deep breath. The air is cool and clammy against my skin, and when I open my eyes I can see the dampness making the dark ceiling shine. I wince a bit as I turn my head, trying to see as much as I can despite the sharp pain in my ribs and how the room spins when I move my eyes. “Natasha? Wanda?”

“Here," Wanda gently takes my hand, hers feeling almost uncomfortably warm. “It’s ok, you’ll be ok.”

“Where are we?” I manage to croak out, mouth feeling like dry cotton and throat almost raw.

“We found a cavern to stop in,” Natasha is on the other side, and I manage to turn my head to see her gathering bloody gauze and shoving it in a section of her bag. “You rest, we managed to stitch it up but you still lost a lot of blood.”

I cringe a bit as I swallow, trying to focus. “Steve?”

“We dropped contact,” Natasha says softly, looking over at me. “It’s safer until we know we aren’t followed.” I manage to nod, and she passes me some water and a straw. “How are you feeling?”

I take a sip, some of the sharp throbbing in my head easing. “I’m ok.” Everything hurts, but we’re safe and alive. “As soon as I’m able to move, we can get to a safer area.”

“Don’t force it,” Wanda rests her hand on my head, easing some of the pain. “We can accelerate some of the healing, but the blood… Well, we need to make sure you’re well enough to travel before we move again.”

I grunt a bit, managing to turn to look around the cavern. There are two backpacks resting by my feet, in close reach for any other emergencies. I notice the frown on Natasha’s face before the gun appears, and I try to sit up when she shifts. “Natasha-“

“Stay here.” She doesn’t look away from the entrance, silently padding into the open as Wanda checks my gauze. Though Wanda seems unconcerned, I can only imagine how exhausted she must be between the mission and trying to help me heal faster.

“Don’t worry about me,” Wanda says quietly, magic still floating around the wound. “I’m keeping you stable until we return to the compound- Banner’s machine should be able to regrow the cells and help you recover faster.”

Natasha returns, and seconds later I see Steve in uniform and rushing to my side. I blink, sure it’s a dream, but he gently takes my hand and strokes my knuckles as he kneels beside me. “Steve…”

“Shhh, rest baby,” His voice is soft and gentle, grip flexing before he leans over and presses warm lips to my temple.

“What are you doing here?” I frown, trying to move my hand free and a bit overwhelmed. “Why now? Why after all this time?”

“Did you think I would let you go?” I make a face, opening my mouth to argue, but he continues on before I can speak. “I love you, Maggie. I’ll never let you go again.” I try to move, but nurses move as Wanda lifts me with her powers, bringing me into the jet and a machine before the pain in the shift takes over, bringing me back to the darkness.

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Helpless..

+18 MINORS DO NO INTERACT

dark!mean! steve rogers x innocent!fem!reader

Summary: Steve.. wholesome, pretty, kind. You thought

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT FUCKING EAT, dub-con, non- con with certain kinks, stalking, crying kink, kidnapping, drugging, knife kink, aggressive sex, murder, death, a lot of blood, harm to reader.

Reblogs are very appreciated

word count: 5.2k

dividers by: @orbitia

You really don't know how you got here, it was definitely your fault you put so much trust in him. You gave him your life.

You met Steve completely on a whim. It was your first college party, which you didn’t really want to be there but your best friend / dorm-mate, Georgia, who practically dragged you there. You were miserable at the start but one screwdriver from her and you were ready to party.

You had already spotted Steve from across the room, he looked... out of place. He had a bigger build, and a heavy beard, he looked much older than everyone else. He had is eyes on you the entire night, watching you constantly, your every step and move, every person who danced with you... who touched you. Steve watched as you walked back over to the bar and ordered another drink, carefully watching as the bartender dropped another 2 pills into the drink and giving Steve the nod. Time to save you.

Steve had already contacted the bartender, give you two drugged drinks, then make a third for Steve to save you from. Trust building. Steve walked through the crowds, reaching you just as the bartender hands you the drink, Steve slaps it quickly. ''Don't drink that'' he says to you, loud enough so you can hear him over the music. You look at him with shock. ''What the fuck grandpa! I wanted that'' Steve took you by the elbow and dragged you away. You squirmed at hit him ''What are you doing!! Let me go!'' He brought you to the corner of the room before letting go of you. ''What the hell was that?!'' you shouted at him. ''He drugged you and the two guys standing beside you noticed. They were ready to take you, and I think he might have drugged your first drink'' You were a little in shock by his words, your eyes hazing open and shut. ''Really?'' you asked him, now only realising your words are a little slurred. He nodded. ''I can help you if you like?'' he spoke softly to you with a gentle smile. You held back onto his muscly forearm and nodded with a slight whimper. ''Please?'' He nodded and took your arm again, looking back at the two men standing behind Georgia. Georgia spotted you leaving, and moved forward a little ''Hey where are you g- Hey! get your hands off me!!'' She shouted as the two men who were with Steve, grabbed her and began dragging her back, unfortunately you were too drugged and hypnotised by Steve notice.. or even hear her screams. He shuffled you out into the the hallway, the music now muffled and all you can hear is your panting and you heart pounding out of your chest. You shakily looked at Steve. ''W-where are we going?'' he took your hand again. ''Somewhere safe', I promise''

He begins walking with you again before you reach his car. 42 minutes. That's how long the drugs take to kick in, and Steve's been timing you to line up with is plan. You should drop any second now. Then he felt it. Your hand lost pressure around him, soon you were behind him instead of beside him, your feet dragging. ''Si-ir.. I don- do- fe-'' and then you hit the ground, your body falling limp.

Perfect

He leaned down and threw you up over his shoulder and began walking towards his car. He arrived there and dropped you into the back of the car before getting in the front and driving off. Steve kept an eye on you the whole time, he spent the last 3 months watching you. He wasn't going to fuck it up now. Steve began stalking you when you first started college. An old friend of his who's a professor called him up to tell Steve all the about the girls in his class. Steve decided to take a look for himself, when he got there he was a bit underwhelmed, until he spotted you. You were gorgeous, so young and pure. You shirt tightly around your breasts, and your pretty navy slacks, hugging your hips nicely. You had to be his.

Steve then pulled the ''I'm her dad''' trick to get your dorm room number and location. Then it was just a waiting game. Camera and microphones set up in your side of the dorm. He heard about the party last week and instantly got his men involved, bartender, party-goers and security. This was his only chance to make you his. Steve pulls into his driveway and carries you inside, bringing you into the pale white and simple spare room. He took a wipe and began cleaning your face and hands from the sticky alcohol as you stayed still on the bed. He finished wiping you and gently brought his hand to your chest, touching your breast lightly, running his fingers over where your nipple would be, he groaned as he saw your nipple, perk up through your top.

Your face contorted as the drugs began to wear, Steve stepped back and placed himself into a chair. Your eyes open and you slowly began to sit up. “W-what happened?”

Steve got up and moved the chair to your side. “You were drugged, and you wanted to be safe, so I brought you to mine” You sat up fully and rubbed your eyes, whining as your stomach cramped and twisted. You looked up at the man, tall, blond, piercing blue eyes, muscular. He was.. perfect

He rested his hand on yours. “What’s your name little one?” You told him your name and he smiled. “That’s a pretty name, I’m Steve” he smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you Steve”

You slowly got up and huffed. ''Thank you for helping me.. would you be able to drop me home?'' ''No'' Steve said straight out, causing you to look at him with confusion. ''I'm sorry?'' ''Your friend Georgia.. she didn't come home last night, you shouldn't go back in case something happened'' When the words registered in your still-slightly-drugged head you burst out sobbing. ''oh no, sweetheart'' Steve awed, sitting up beside you, opening his arms for a hug which you gratefully accepted, hiding away in his chest as Steve gently stroked your hair. ''She's gonna be okay.. all okay, I'd say she just went home with one of those silly college boys.''

You sniffled and sat up to look at him. ''You really think so?'' he nods. ''I do'' You sat back up and away from him. ''Okay thank you... C-can I stay here until she's found?'' Steve smiled. Perfect

''Of course you can, I have a basement room, it much better.'' you nodded, slightly confused on why you can't stay in the room you're in right now. You nodded and looked back at him. ''Do you have spare clothes I could use?'' ''I do, love, but first lets get some food into you'' He helped you up and led you downstairs to his pearly white kitchen, sitting up on the black leather stool, you looked around in awe as Steve slid the plate across the counter top. ''Here, love. Spicy breaded chicken with pepper jack cheese and jalapeños on white wrap''

Your... favourite?

''W-wow Steve... that's my favourite.. th-thank you'' Steve looked at you happily. ''No way! that's my favourite too.'' You chuckled softly and dug into the food, moaning at the taste. Keep it together, Steve

''Mhmm Steve! this is so good! The best one I ever had!'' You smiled at him before eating again. Steve began washing the dishes and you finished your food and brought he dish to him ''Thank you Steve'' you spoke before going back and sitting on the stool.

Once Steve finished up the dishes he left and came back with one of his t-shirts and a small pair of shorts. ''Here these should fit you'' ''Thank you'' you walked the bathroom and got changed, you came out tugging at the shorts, that ended up being a little too big for you. ''They okay?'' he asked.

''Yes, they are. Thank you''

''c'mon lets show you to the basement''

He put his hand on your back and began walking you to the door, you began walking down with him. Steve pulled the string to turn on the lights, the crackly noise of the lights, running through the room and the sound of water dripping down the walls.

He let you wander into the middle of the basement, your socks soaking with whatever liquid was on the floor. ''Steve are you sure this is th- Steve?'' When you turned around Steve was gone, already walking up the stairs. ''Steve wait!'' you began following him up the stairs as you nervously chuckled. ''I think this might the be the wrong basement'' Steve gave you an evil laugh before open the door. ''Oh no sweetheart it's the right one. I'll be down in the morning''

You began to tear up. ''N-no no you can't leave me here, I can't sleep here!'' Steve turned back and harshly grabbed your forearm and began dragging you downstairs and throwing you on the floor. ''Stop being fucking ungrateful and accept that I'm helping you. Goodnight''

Tears began to stroll down your cheek as you moved you knee closer to your chest. ''Please Steve.. don't leave me down here'' you sobbed out as Steve smirked at you. ''I will you see in the morning'' he said flat and clear to you, like you were stupid, before turning and walking up the stairs and locking you inside. You felt like your chest was closing on it's self. You couldn't breathe. Once you heard the door locked you jumps and ran up the stairs. ''PLEASE NO!!'' you banged hard on the door and screamed at the top of you lungs as you sobbed hard. Steve was fed up at this point, he stormed to the door and gave it one hard bang. ''HEY! shut the fuck up''. A small sorry was whimpered from your mouth as you slowly went back down the stairs and laid on the floor, gently sobbing yourself to sleep.

Steve woke early and made your favourite breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream and marshmallows. He slammed your door open and walked downstairs, gently kicking you with his foot to wake you up, as your eyes fluttered open, he knelt in front of you. ''Good morning, breakfast?'' You look up at him and reply ''Y-yeah.. please''. Steve helped you up and brought you to the kitchen counter. Twiddling your thumbs as you sat quietly, you looked down at your arms, noticing the bruises forming from where he grabbed you in the basement. He slid the plate over to you and instantly begin eating. Once you finished you looked up at him. ''Did they find her?'' ''Im sorry?'' he looked at you dumfounded. ''Georgia.. did they find Georgia?'' Steve sighed and looked at you. ''Not yet but they have hope.'' you nodded again ''but can I go home?''

''No, but i'll make today good for you'' you nodded, not responding verbally. He sat on the couch and patted the seat beside him for you. You slowly walked over, still pulling the shirt down over your legs. Once you sat down, Steve smiled at you. ''Tell me sweetheart, you have a boyfriend?'' You blushed and shook your head. ''No, Sir- Steve I don't... never have had one'' Steve smiled at you. ''You ever get asked out?'' you shook your head again. Steve couldn't believe how innocent you were. ''I find that very hard to believe, you're very beautiful. I'm sure all the boy wanted you'' you giggled nervously and played with with the shirt again. ''Are you a virgin, sweetheart?'' you gasped loudly, shocked that Steve would ask such a personal and intimate question. ''I - eh yes'' Steve smirked. Perfect

He patted his lap gently. ''C'mere sweetheart'' you slowly sat on his lap, your body staying very tense. He began to stroke your back gently. ''Relax sweetheart.. I just want to help you'' ''H-help me? with what?'' ''Your virginity'' You completely tensed in his arms, why does he want to help you with that. Mom always said to wait for the right person... or even wait till your married, not just some random guy who you met last night. ''I - don't.. I don't think that's a good idea S-Steve''

''I know Georgia wasn't a virgin, don't you want to be like her?'' how did he know that?

''I - em.. I guess.. she did she had a good time... a really good time'' Steve smirked. ''Well why don't we have a really good time too?'' You thought about it for a minute. I mean he did save you the last night and gave you a place to sleep. ''Okay.. Let's do it'' Steve began stroking your bare thigh. “You trust me princess?” You nodded and he slapped your thigh making you scream. “You have to speak”

“I do.. i do trust you” Steve turned you slightly so your back was against his chest and he tapped your knee gently so you would spread your legs, has he began to gently stroke the inside of your leg. You shuddered, so sensitive it was crazy. ''Sweetheart? Can I take your clothes off?'' ''Yes..''. You leaned forward a little bit and slowly pulled your top off, and instantly, your nipples hardened. From the cold air or Steve? You really don't know. Steve spotted your nipple, and instantly his cock got hard, groaning as your ass pressed against it. ''So pretty honey'' He awed at you, gently bringing his hand up your tummy and to your left nipple, gently running his thumb over it make you whimper. ''You're so sensitive'' you pant softly ''Sorry Steve''

''Don't apologise.. makes you better'' Steve gently traced his hand down your tummy, slipping into the shorts he gave you. You gasped loudly as he passed your panties. ''S-steve.. I don think I'm ready'' you mumbled, turning your head to look at him. He scoffed and grabbed your chin, making you look forward. ''Shut up.. you're ready'' you whimpered at his words, a few tears falling down your cheeks.

Steve hand moved further, his finger tips grazing over you clit, making you moan loudly. One of your tears landed on his hand and he looked up at you. ''Look at the little cry baby... so desprate for cock that she's crying over it'' You cried harder at his words, not knowing that's what he wants. Steve cock grew harder with your cries, so suddenly he flipped you onto your back on the couch and knelt in between your legs. ''You want cock, I'll give it to you, greedy little bitch'' You pushed away slowly, crying more but Steve pulled you back and held one of your thighs down with his knee. Steve quickly unbuckled his trousers and shimmed them down along with his boxers, allowing his throbbing cock to come out. You looked down and gasped when you saw the sure size of him. More and more fear ran through your body as he got closer to gently leaning over you. You might have been a virgin, but you knew well enough that you needed more prep if you were gonna take him fully.

''S-Steve! No! please don't you're too big!!'' You cried harder and squirmed, Steve now getting frustrated by all your movements. You sat up a little bit but he slammed your shoulder back down. ''You wanted this honey.. hurts my feelings that your trying to push me away'' ''I said I'm not ready!! Please Steve d- OH MY GOD OWW'' Steve got fed up and slammed into you, bottoming out instantly. Giving you no time to adjust, Steve began dragging his cock almost all the way out and all the way back in again at a fast pace. ''You like that baby? taking my cock like a good little slut?'' You cried harder and harder with each thrust, the pain of Steve stretching you out was too much for you to deal with. You watch as Steve moved his hand to your breast and slapped the left one hard, making you scream. ''Steve please'' you begged him, trying to push his arms away. ''Please what princess?'' he then began to pretend to listen to you. ''Fuck you harder? As you wish'' He slammed back into you moving impossibly fast, then you clenched around him, making Steve gasp. ''Fuck princess, you gonna have your first orgasm?'' you clenched again. ''Yeah you are, c'mon let me see it, give it to me, slut'' You cried and moaned, as your first real orgasm washed over you, the sensation being new, and painful at the same time. Steve moaned loud before leaning over your and trapping you in his arms, as he went deeper and deeper inside you.

''Fuck that was so hot baby, gonna let me fill you up?'' Your eyes went wide when you registered what he said. He couldn't release in side you! You weren't on birth control! ''No No Steve you can't! I'll get pregnant'' Steve chuckled softly, he wanted that, he needed that. ''Yeah baby.. gonna fill you up'' Steve's movements got quicker, now imagining you dripping his cum, mixed with your blood. Steve panted heavily before tugging at your hair. ''Shit coming!!'' he yelled before groaning loudly and spilling inside you making you scream ''NO!!'' but it was too late. Steve quickly pulled out of you, sitting back to admire the view, just as he imagined it. You, dripping with his cum, mixed with your blood. He panted before kissing your leg. ''Good job, princess''. You trembled on the couch, your mind not understand what was going to happen next, but what did was.. unexpected.

Steve leaned down and brought you into his arms, pressing you against his chest. You were so confused, you whimpered softly, your body still trembling and Steve just placed a light kiss on your forehead. ''Sh sh sh baby, It's okay. I have you''. Your body surprisingly relaxed and slowly fell to sleep. You might have been confused but Steve knew exactly what he was doing. You woke up later that day, down in the cold and wet basement again, but their was a note. A little letter from Steve that wrote ''Gone to work, back at 10'' You sighed at the note, not even knowing what time it was. You moved slightly, the pain from between your legs shooting through your whole body. Then all the memories came flooding back....

For the next few days, you began to look at Steve... differently. You began doing what he says more acceptingly, being nicer to him, being a ''good princess'' for him like he called you. He began letting you sleep upstairs with him, he even gave you a little blue bunny you called flopsy. You were really beginning to like Steve, you even began calling him Stevie.

There still hasn't been any news on Georgia, Steve would get kind of mean every time you brought her up, but even if she was found. You weren't sure if you want to go back to your home. You were happy here. You woke up this morning and Steve was still asleep, you looked over at him and giggled, gently slipping into his arms and snuggling against his chest, flopsy pressed to your chest. Steve felt you against him and woke up softly. ''Good morning princess'' you looked back up at him and kisses his chin. ''Good morning Stevie'' he loved when you called him that. Steve gently ran his hand up and down your naked back as you smiled at him, making his cock stir against your leg.

Steve smirked down at you. ''Wanna try something new today baby?'' you nodded eagerly. You loved it when Steve taught you stuff. ''Why don't you try sucking my cock today'' You nodded nervously, it was the one thing you and Steve still haven't done.

Once you nodded, Steve pulled back the crisp white sheets and rolled onto his back, his hard cock resting against his abs, as pre-cum dribbled out. ''Go on princess, you're a big girl, you can do it yourself'' You slowly brought yourself down in between his legs and lowered yourself to your stomach, face to face with is cock. You sat up a little bit and wrapped your hand around the base and brought the tip to your mouth, lightly sucking on it.

''That's it princess good job'' Steve moaned out softly. You moved down a little bit, taking more of his cock into your mouth before bobbing your head up and down. Steve groaned as you kept going, but noticed after a while that you weren't going any further, but Steve wanted you to, so he sat up a little bit and placed his hands on the back of your head and pushed you down, making you scream around his cock, the vibrations making Steve moan. ''That's it princess, keep going further and I'll cum'' You tried your best to go down further but you just couldn't. He was too big for your little mouth. Steve got annoyed, so quickly he threw his hands onto the back of your head and pushed you down, ignore your screams as he bucked into your face, fucking your throat for a while before coming down it with a loud moan. He grabbed your hair and pulled you off, watching as you panted as the cum dripped out of your mouth. ''Good job princess.. clean yourself up, I'll go make breakfast'' you waited until he left before you got up to clean yourself, gently wiping the little slits of blood that had formed at the corners of your mouth before going downstairs with one of Steve's work shirts on and flopsy against your chest. You sat at the stool, and looked over at him. ''What are you making, Stevie?''

''Just some scrambled eggs and toast'' you nodded, fiddling with flopsys ears. ''sounds yummy''

Steve turned to you with two plates. ''I hope so, dig in baby''. He sat in front of you and both of you ate in a comfortable silence. He wiped his mouth as he finished before speaking. ''Tonight..'' he started with making you look up at him, your mouth still full with eggs. ''Ari, an old friend of mine will be coming over for dinner, and I want you to be on your best behaviour. He will be coming home with me so I will need to have cooked a meal and I've left a dress for you to where upstairs, is that understood?''

''Yes Stevie'' he stood back up and went to your side, stroking the side of your face. ''and if you're good, I'll treat you tonight''. You blushed and picked up the plate, bringing them over to the sink as Steve went and got changed for work. He kissed you goodbye before leaving, and showed you were all the food was for a roast chicken dinner to be made for tonight.

As the evening rolled around, the dinner was on and you were finishing your hair as the doorbell rang, letting you they were here. You rushed downstairs and swung the door open, smiling but then your stomach dropped when you saw your old professor Mr. Levinson standing at the door. ''H-hi gentlemen'' you smiled holding out your hand to him, introducing yourself. ''Hi there, It's lovely to meet you, Steve has told me lots about you'' Steve smiled and kissed your cheek. ''smells wonderful darling''

You led the two men inside, and got them two beers and you finished touching up dinner. The timer went off and you took the chicken out of the over and brought it to the dinner table. ''Wow princess, it looks lovely''. Steve praised you as he picked up the knife to cut it. You rushed back to the kitchen to bring out the sides, placing them around the chicken. Both the men began to serve themselves and once Steve had his portions he served up yours. The two men began to talk about life and work, as you sat in silence, slowly eating your food. Like a good princess.

Ari then turned to you ''So tell me, lovely. How did you and Steve meet?'' you blushed heavily and looked at Steve before looking at Ari again. ''At a party, he saved me from a drugged drink'' Ari smirked softly, knowing exactly how that drink got you. ''He's a really hero'' When you all finished eating, you picked up all three of the plates and brought them to the sink. You didn't hear him but Steve pressed up behind you and whispered in your ear. ''Say your feeling tired and go up to bed, I want you stripped and awake when I get up there... you'll get your present then''. you nodded and went back to the table. ''I think I'm going to head to bed guys, I'm awfully tired'' You faked yawned and looked at Steve. ''That's alright princess'' You walked over to Steve and kissed his cheek and saying goodnight before heading to the stairs. ''Princess?'' Steve called you back ''Aren't you going to say goodnight to Ari?''. You nodded shyly and walked back over, kissing Ari's cheek ''Good night Ari'' ''Good night, lovely''. Ari replied to you, and Steve nodded at you giving the go ahead to go up now. You walked up stairs and took your dress off, laying perfectly and pure on the bed. After about 2 hours of waiting you heard Steve walking upstairs. You sat up on your elbows and smiled as the door opened, but jumped back when you Ari still with him. You began to cover yourself with the sheets but Steve shouted at you to stop. He then knelt in front of you. ''It's okay princess, Ari is just going to watch me give you, your present and then he will go home, okay?'' you whimpered and looked at Ari, leaning against the door, biting his lip. You whimpered more and Steve pinched your bare thigh. ''You only get your present if he can stay here, you don't get it if he leaves.... Okay?'' You nodded and Ari took his place in the chair, unzipping his pants as Steve pushed you back on the bed. He spread you thighs and brought them onto his shoulders, before licking a strip up your pussy. You moaned loudly at the new sensation. ''Oh my god Stevie!'' you moaned loudly, before hearing Ari moan from the corner. You look over at him to see him looking you dead in the eyes and he gently stroked his cock. Steve then slapped the inside of your thigh. ''Eyes on me, like a good princess'' Steve made you cum twice, making Ari cum all over his stomach with a deep groan. You panted heavily, your sweaty back stuck to the covers of the bed. Steve wiped his face as Ari cleaned himself up and walked to the door. Steve showed him out as you crawled into the bed, forcing yourself to stay awake until he came back. Steve rushed back up and stripped off, getting beside you and holding you close. ''Rest princess.. I'm here now''

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed but the smell of fried bacon coming up the stairs. You creeped down slowly and sat at stool. ''Hi Stevie'' Steve quickly turned around to you and smiled. ''Hey princess, good timing, breakfast is just done!'' he handed you the plate and you began eating.

Half way through eating you looked up at Steve. ''Hey Stevie..'' you waited for him to look at you before speaking again, which he did. ''You think I can go for a walk today?'' Steve thought for a moment before speaking. ''Yeah I think we can go for a walk when I get home from work'' Steve finished eating and stood up as you frowned. ''No, I-I-I meant can I go for a walk while you're at work?'' Steve laughed and shook his head. ''No princess you can't'' you looked at him offended before standing up ''But why not?'' ''Because I said so, It's not safe, now shut up and be good''. Anger ran through your veins, but then.. a plan was formed. You sat down and acted like the good princess he knows. He kissed your cheek before walking out the door, but the second the door closed, you made a run for it. You rushed upstairs and got your clothes, making sure they were right for the temperature, before heading out the door. You made it about two feet until you felt Steve's hand wrap around your arm and drag you back to the house. You kicked and screamed as he dragged you in the door and to the basement. ''NO NO!! STEVE PLEASE NO!! I'LL BE GOOD!!'' he through you on the floor and turned on the lights. ''Well I can't believe that, stupid little slut couldn't even be good for 12 hours'' You began to cry hard, now realising this is your life. ''You can- can't keep me here forever.. people will look for me.. li-li-like Georgia'' Steve scoffed and laughed ''Oh please, I had her throat slit the night of the party, she was a threat'' You gasped a cried harder, everything now falling apart, you looked up at him with anger. ''My parents.. yeah my parents they'll look for me'' Steve shrugged ''dead'' You didn't know any other emotion but anger right now.. and that's when you pounced. You jumped towards his legs and hit his knee cap making him stumble before digging your nails his calf, making him scream. You were too focused on harming him, you didn't notice take out the small pocket knife from his jeans. He flipped it up quickly and slashed down your back making you scream in pain. ''WHAT THE FUCK!?"~ Steve kicked you onto your back and you screamed in pain as your open wound hit the hard concrete. He slashed both arms and you cried. ''Be fucking quiet!'' You kicked and screamed more as he began to tug at your jeans before slicing just as your stomach to pull your jeans off. Tears streamed down your face as he took his cock out and plummeted into you with a loud groan. You cried as you looked on the floor and splatters and pools of blood. Steve rocked his hips hard and fast and each time you screamed from the pain he'd make another slice on your body, either on your stomach or your thighs. You sobbed softly as you watched Steve's face contort, knowing he was getting close ''P-please Stevie? Stop it all..'' He moaned and brought the knife close to your neck and you gasped, wide eyed. ''Shh shh shh princess, it's okay, it will all be over soon'' Steve pressed the knife into your skin, and gently cut your throat, blood spewing everywhere as your mouth filled up with blood, choking as you tugged at Steve's arm. ''It's all gonna be okay'' Steve kept thrusting into you and he came and pulled out as your eyes closed and your body fell limp. Steve sighed and stood back up pulling out his phone and calling someone. ''Hey Kemp, yeah I got another for you, don't worry, she's already dead and a little pre-sliced'' ''You're doing the lord's work, Rogers. One of my guys will be over soon. Thank you'''

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-fin

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[lostalioth]

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

→ premise: steve thinks you have a foul mouth and he believes he knows the right cure for such a filthy mouth

→ pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader — dads bestfriend!steve

→ warnings: eighteen+, reader is rude, bustier!reader, smut, nicknames [little one, baby], oral [male receiving], small sir kink, face fucking, titty fucking, age gap [steve is in his late 30’s, reader is 23], authority kink?

→ a/n: my steve content varied with how well it did so let’s see how this does. O2 kinktober

“That’s such a stupid fucking idea”

“Why are you so dumb?”

“Cant you just shut the fuck up?”

Ever since Steve became best friends with your father and spent more and more time around you, he noticed you seemed to have quite a filthy mouth. Spouting profanities every other sentence, making crude comments to and about everyone. He slowly got more and more irritated at your coarse demeanor, he was about ready to snap.

“I think it’s time we fix that awful foul mouth of yours little one what do you say” a smirk was beginning to grow on steve's face. “I don't know if you're capable of that old man, think you can do it without blowing your back out?” Even on your knees you were a brat fighting to submit. Steve’s expanding smirk was replaced with a scowl and he grabs you hard by the back of your neck. Leaning down and pulling your face up a bit to his he growls lowly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine and to your core. “You're gonna listen like a good girl baby” his voice was so raspy and commanding it was becoming increasingly harder to fight sinking into that spacey place.

“And you will refer to me as sir got that?” He made a point by tugging your head back with his grip on the back of your neck when he said ‘will’. When you refuse to answer him he lets go of your neck and grabs your cheeks. “I asked, do you got that little one?”

“Yes sir” you whine softly and avert your eyes from steve. Dominance and authority was oozing off him and it was hard to hide your lust filled blown out pupils. “Look at me when you speak to me, and speak up” he commanded and you snap your eyes to his face. Studying all the hard edges but soft look in his eyes even as he was commanding you and manhandling you. “Yes sir” you raised your voice but it still comes out as a whine while looking him in his gorgeous eyes.

“Good, now I know just the thing to fix that mouth of yours”

“And what’s that sir?”

“Fucking that pretty little face of yours, may even just fuck these wonderful tits of yours while im at it to indulge myself” he groaned as he palmed your right tit, his large hand cupping nearly half of it.

It suddenly felt very hot in the room as your entire body felt like it was on fire, it was meant to be a form of punishment for talking back and yet you were excited. “Strip off this flimsy little shirt and lay on your bed” he gave you a shiny but dark smile before letting your face go and pushing it to the side as he waited for you to comply.

You jump up off the floor like it was lava and began peeling off your shirt not wanting to anger him further. “Bra too baby” Steve grunts out an extra command as he is pulling off his jacket and t-shirt. You’re quick to unlatch your lacy bra, freeing your tits. The room that was once on fire is oddly chilly now as a breeze passes your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin and your nipples to harden. Before making your way to your bed you steal a glance at Steve as he is unbuckling his belt and taking it off. In the back of your mind secretly hoping he'd use it on you.

You squirm a bit trying to get as comfortable as possible on your back while Steve makes his way over clad in just his excruciatingly tight boxers. His cock throbbing and twitching under the fabric at the sight of you making him need to shake his head quickly to clear it.

By now your eyes were heavy and glazed over ready to do whatever Steve told you to. “Hey little one help me out of these why don't ya’ ” Steve tells you in a slightly softer voice now as he was now sat on the edge of your plush bed. Slowly tugging the waistband of his boxers down, off his thighs and down his legs with the help of the older man his leaking cock is freed. Steve wasted very little time in straddling your body, one leg either side of you and rubbing on your breasts. His own eyes begin to match your glazed over ones. Pinching your hardened nipple between his thumb and pointer he starts rolling the sensitive bud in his fingers.

“God, you have such beautiful tits and such a pretty face baby, too bad it's ruined by this awful mouth” he groans as he pulls your bottom lip down with the thumb of his free hand. You whimper and buck your hips softly as the throbbing in your cunt was becoming persistent and unbearable. He chuckles softly at your quickly growing desperation. He lets your nipple go but not without a swift slap to your tit making you let out a small yelp of pleasure. He smiles wider at this and pushes your breasts together a bit more to make a tighter space for his cock.

Your foot was nearly shaking in anticipation, you needed and wanted this the same if not more than he did.

With a grunt Steve began working his swollen and leaking tip through the space he made with your breasts. Slowly drawing his hips back and slamming them forward he begins to create a steady pace fucking your plump tits. Through a small growl Steve orders “open your mouth for me baby” his eyes never look up at you to see if you comply, he knew you would, they’re simply glued to your chest. You let your jaw drop, leaving your mouth agape with your tongue out as his cock pushes up to the top of your tits and his reddened tip brushes your tongue. “Just like that yeah” he groans as his head leans back and he shuts his eyes.

You lean your head down so you can take his tip in your mouth and suck. Steve’s balls sat heavy and full at the base of your chest. He felt like he was already gonna explode. He didn’t wanna bust quick but your tongue running through this slit and on the underside of his tip was making that feel like mission impossible.

You and your dirty mouth will be death of steve sooner than he expected.

→ this was delayed cause i lost power yesterday and then got busy trying to fix links so my day 1 would show up in tags, anyway you’re getting this on a day i wouldn’t normally post! Day 3 will be coming tomorrow the 4th cause of my posting schedule and the fact i’m doing 18 days not 30. I rushed this ending so i could get this out lol.

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[lostinaseaoffictionalbliss]

My Desire

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!OC (first POV)

Word Count: 2032

Warnings: dom!Steve, petnames, vag penetration, oral (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex

A/N: me expanding on my imagine about telling Steve your desires. PWP. Pure smut

Steve, daddy, fucking, Rogers. The things that man did to me. With a simple crossing of his arms, making those delicious biceps flex, he had my knees ready to buckle. Leaning back in his chair, legs spread, showing off those thick thighs that I would love to ride. That deep, commanding voice had me wanting to submit to him in every way. And when he got angry or when he was fighting the enemy…I couldn't help wanting him to pin me to the wall and kiss me until my lips were swollen. I wanted him to steal my breath away.

But shockingly enough it wasn't when he was with me that my dirty thoughts were the worst. No, it was when I was away from him. My mind ran wild with fantasy after fantasy. It was maddening. Trying to take care of my arousal on my own only barely managed to scratch the itch. It wad this deep, unyielding desire. A want…no a need, because I absolutely NEEDED, Captain American to dominate me. Perhaps show me some kind love after. Because I knew he was capable of both. Maybe he didn't have experience like others, but the team had been catching him up. There was no way that Tony, playboy, Stark would have overlooked that.

How did I do this though? How did I tell him how bad I needed him? I'd been keeping it to myself for months. Sure Clint had brought me in to be part of the team a while ago, but that didn't mean I had the nerve to do this. This was a lot different than taking down a bad guy. However, I was determined to do this. So I had one drink. Enough to calm my nerves, but leave me in the right mind and more than able to give enthusiastic consent. 

I sat on the edge of my bed and took a deep breath. A soft knock at the door sounded. "Come on in. It's open."

Steve stepped in, looking absolutely delicious in the dark blue shirt he was wearing. It stretched tight as he crossed his arms, leaning on the doorframe. He gazed at me in curiosity, I could see it in his eyes. "You wanted to talk?"

I licked my lips, nodding. "Yeah." I thought for a moment and said fuck it. The words didn't want to come so I would use those of a song. "I get dirty thoughts about you, they get worse when I'm without you. Does that mean that I'm going to hell, or are you thinking them as well?"

He smirked, eyes darkening to predatory as he felt the blood rush straight to his groin. Oh, he'd been thinking about you just as much. However, he felt that you wouldn't want someone without any experience. Now that he knew you wanted the exact same thing he did, it was time for him to make his move. 

The look in his eyes had heat pooling in my stomach. I squeezed my eyes together, biting my lip. Holy fuck, is it possible to orgasm just from a look? 

He took three big strides across your room after shutting the door. He leaned over me, allowing his hot breath to barely brush against my ear. 

The feeling sent shivers down my spine, but I didn't dare move. 

He nipped my earlobe, grinning as the action pulled a whimper from me. When he spoke his voice was rough with arousal and restraint, "Well I'm definitely thinking it. The things I do inside my head, just a preview of the movies we'll be making. And we're definitely going to hell cause the things I do to you the heavens would repel." He kissed down my neck, pushing my tank top strap aside to bite my collarbone. Moments later he soothed it with his tongue.

I gripped his biceps as you panted. He'd barely done anything and I was already close to falling apart. His arms were hard, thick, rippling beneath my hands. It was better than I had imagined them to be. 

He gently laid me back, pinning me with his gaze. His hands went to the button of my jeans. Seeing me nod, he undid them, pulling them and my panties off. "I'm talking daddy domination, like it rough, no hesitation. Have you screaming, but I'm covering your mouth so no salvation." He leaned down and nipped my hip.

I squirmed and whined. I wanted more, I needed more. This was torture. I could feel his hands on ME, blazing a trail of arousal, sending pulses of pleasure straight to my clit. But he wasn't touching where I wanted him to. Instead he was pushing my shirt up and over my breasts, over my head and arms, tossing it to the floor. I was naked before him, bare, vulnerable, at his mercy. 

Everything about this moment should have put me on edge, should have scared the fuck out of me. Yet, it didn't. I trusted Steve. He wasn't like those that came before him. He would make sure I enjoyed myself before he had his own pleasure. He wouldn't leave me right after. Wouldn't break my heart. And something about knowing I could show him all of me and him still look at me like I was a three course meal and he'd been starving turned me on. It drove my arousal to heights it had never reached before and that I didn't know existed.

"Please, Steve," I whispered, sounding hoarse.

"Or maybe you like that sexy sweet lovin'. Keep you steady with passion." He leaned down, kissing between my breasts. Slowly he left a trail of kisses to the left before taking my nipple in his mouth.

I hissed and grabbed the back of his head. Arching up, I squirmed from the mounting pleasure. My nipples had always been sensitive and I loved having them teased.

Steve groaned around my nipple, sending vibrations to my already soaked core. As he teased the right with his mouth he gently rolled the left between his thumb and index fingers. After a few minutes he swapped sides. 

"Fuck. That feels so good, but please…" I bucked my hips. What he was doing felt amazing. I loved his hot wet moth teasing my nipples and breasts, but it's not where I wanted him.

He chuckled softly. "Someone is a little inpatient. Worry not, I'll take care of you." He kissed down my body, stopping for a moment to dip his tongue into my naval. He nipped my hips again, causing me to gasp and buck once more. He pinned me down, tsking. "Gotta stay still kitten."

I groaned and squeezed his shoulders. "Can't help it. Feels good, Captain." And then it was my turn to smirk. That groan as I used his title seemed to have just the effect I was hoping for. "Please, Captain. I need to feel you."

He growled low, almost animalistic before lifting my legs onto his shoulders. I squeaked, but it was cut short by a moan as he ran his tongue through my wet slit. He squeezed my hips as he swirled his tongue around my clit, eliciting a loud moan. 

"Don't make me gag you so the rest of the Tower doesn't hear you." He gently nipped my clit.

My head fell back and I bit down on my own fist to muffle my moans. I knew with his super hearing that he would still hear them. My chest heaved as I tried to draw breath into my lungs, but just as soon as I did he was drawing it back out in gasps and moans. I whined as he worked two fingers in and hooked them against my g-spot.

"Shit! Fuck! I'm not gonna last much longer." I shuddered and gripped the sheets. I arched off the bed.

Steve moaned against me. "That's if, kitten. Let go for me." He latched onto my clit, lapping at it as he pumped his fingers at a fast pace. 

My eyes rolled back and for a moment I couldn't make a sound. My pussy clenched and released, pulsating around his fingers while my whole body shook from the pleasure that coursed through me. I had never felt such a strong orgasm in all my life. 

I panted softly, trying to come back down to earth. Come back to my senses. I looked at Steve and took a deep breath. "That was amazing, but now…now I need you to fuck me."

He was already stripping before I had finished my sentence. I drank in every inch of bare skin as it came into view. I followed his rippling muscles that went to the dip of his hips and down to his groin. My mouth watered as I got my first look of his cock. Oh he was most definitely well proportioned. So much so that I was glad for the warm up beforehand.

He laid over me, gazing into my eyes. "I want to hear you say it again, kitten. Tell me this is what you want."

I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into a deep kiss. I groaned at the taste of myself on his tongue. When he pulled back seconds later I whimpered. "I want this. I want all of you."

That was all Steve needed to hear. He grabbed his cock and guided it in. He let his head fall to my shoulder and hissed. "You're so tight. Never felt anything so good. You might just be the death of me."

"But what a sweet death." I wrapped my legs around his hips the best I could as he began to thrust. Shuddering in pleasure I brought one hand to rest on his back as the other gripped his shoulder. 

Moans and groans and pants filled the room. The sound of his sweaty hard body slamming into mine echoed and and mixed with the sounds of pleasure we both made. Each time he thrusted in, he dragged against my g-spot, grinding into my clit. I was already sensitive from my first orgasm. I doubted I could hold this one off, but I decided who cares. This was about pleasure and I wasn't going to allow a stupid thought of I'm cumming too quick ruin things. I was finally getting what I wanted and I was enjoying it.

With gentle yet firm hands, Steve pinned my arms above my head. He gazed directly into my eyes. The lust, desire, and affection I saw there was enough to send me careening off that cliff. I fell into the abyss of pleasure as I gazed right back. I wanted to be wholly connected to him as I found my pleasure for a second time. And maybe it was that connection, maybe it was all the anticipation coming to a head, I'm not sure, but moments later I was having the most intense orgasm of my life. 

It seemed to last forever, never ending. My whole body was alive, on fire, singing as I dove head first into bliss. I held onto him just a little tighter as his breathing picked up. I knew he was close. "You don't need to hold back. Go ahead. Find your pleasure."

It seemed Steve had been waiting for my permission because the moment I gave it, he found his own release. He groaned into my neck as he rode out the waves. 

I shut my eyes and hummed softly. I was now exhausted, but completely sated. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, Steve was using a warm washcloth to clean me up. "Hmm?"

"Relax. I've got you." He kissed my shoulder.

I opened my eyes and watched him. He grabbed my plush blanket, my wolf stuffie, and a bottle of water. He wrapped us both in the blanket, offered me the bottle of water from my table, and put my stuffie in my covered lap. "Thank you."

"I'll get a snack in a minute. For now, snuggles, and Disney." He held me to his chest, turning on Hercules. 

I smiled softly. I could get used to this.

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[moonstruckme]

+quick idea!

what abt fuckboy!james/fuckboy!steve who’s so used to the idea of girls wanting to stay after they sleep w him, but with you, he wants to stay. you get up to leave and get your clothes on before he’s making up dumb excuses and whining with his little puppy dog gaze all like “well you don’t have to leave :(“

and ur just there smirking and trying not to laugh before u climb back in bed w his little clingy self

Thanks for requesting <3

Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 699 words

Steve looks nice when he’s relaxed like this. There’s no carefully curated uptilt to his lips, and the muscles around his eyes are at ease, finally free of that dumb, smolder-y squint he does. You would've never denied that Steve is handsome, but he actually looks quite pretty when he’s not trying so hard. His face has gone soft against his pillow, limps plump and skin golden in the buttery morning light streaming through his curtains. 

You don’t intend to stick around to see that softness melt away. You’re quiet and efficient in changing into the clothes you’d worn the night before, leaving your shoes off for now so your steps remain soundless on Steve’s bedroom floor. You find some mouthwash under his sink and decide that’ll have to do in lieu of brushing your teeth for now, fixing your hair and double-checking that there’s no makeup leftover under your eyes before exiting the bathroom. 

Steve’s sitting up in bed. 

“Morning,” you greet him. 

“Morning.” He stretches, arching his back until it cracks. He tilts his head as his eyes focus on you. “You’re already dressed?”

“Yup.” You sit down on the edge of the bed to put your shoes on. “Thanks for letting me stay here last night.” 

“No problem.” He’s doing that stupid eye-squint thing again, albeit a more dulled, tired version, as he rakes his gaze showily up your body. It’s work to not roll your eyes. “I hope you had a good time.” 

“I did,” you confirm, finishing the knot on your second shoe. You stand. “Cool if I leave the front door unlocked on my way out, or did you want to follow me and lock it?”

Steve’s eyebrows cinch, and the squint takes on an unfamiliar nature. “You know, I’m not the type of guy to kick girls out first thing in the morning. You can stay for breakfast, if you want.” 

You give him an appeasing smile. “Thanks, but I’ve got food at home.” 

He sits up straighter, covers slipping down to reveal the waistband of his boxers. “Don’t you need a ride or something?”

“I can take the bus.” 

“Well, I could drive you if you’d just give me a second to get up.” 

“Steve.” You don’t bother hiding the bemusement from your expression. “I really don’t mind taking the bus.” 

Steve pauses with one leg out of the bed and one still in, and you let your gaze linger on his naked thigh for just a moment before forcing your eyes back up to his face. It’s as confused as you imagine yours has to be, but you could almost swear the look in his eyes is tinged with hurt. “What’s the rush?” he asks you. “Do you have somewhere to be or something?”

“No,” you answer with a shrug. “There’s just no point in me sticking around here, and I figured I’d get out of your hair.”

“You’re not in my hair.” 

“I’m not?”

“No.” Steve runs a hand through his hair, one side pressed flat from being smushed against his pillow. You sort of want to stick your fingers in there and ruffle it. “It’s not…you’re not bothering me, or anything.” 

You raise your eyebrows at him. “That’s good.” 

“Just—” Steve blows out a breath. He seems puzzled, and he also seems like being puzzled is frustrating for him. This doesn’t feel like the insouciant, self-possessed boy who’d led you into his bed the night before. “You don’t have to rush out. You could stay for a little while.” 

You cock your hip, giving him an appraising look. “And do what?”

“I dunno,” Steve says, and it occurs to you that he really is at a loss. He doesn’t seem used to having to ask for people to stay. “We could have breakfast, if you want. I could make you an omelet.” That squint is back, like this should be enticing to you.

You huff a laugh but set your bag down, heading for the kitchen. “Steve Harrington, I do not believe for one second that you know how to make an omelet. How about you show me where the supplies are, and I’ll cook us something good.”

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[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎: Captain Kink w/ Steve Rogers

a/n: i'm sorry this is short and no i did not post this late, i just needed to redo it lmao. sorry for it being so short i kinda had no idea where i was going with this but anyways, i present to you, angry!steve.

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As ashamed as you are to say it, if you knew being insecure would lead you here, you would be more often.

An angry Steve Rogers hovered above you, his hips snapping into you with violent fervor, his large cock stretching you open as you couldn't keep your moans quiet.

“You see how perfect you feel?” He asked from above you, his voice dark and bellowing, as if he was challenging you to disagree with him. You could only whine, hands gripping Steve's wrists which had a bruising grip on your wide hips.

“Captain,” You whined and threw your head back. “Please!”

“No.” He said sharply. “’Need you to feel it. ‘Feel me. 'Need you to feel how fucking hard you make me.” A particularly harsh snap sent your back sliding up the bed. “I need you to know how crazy you drive me, how badly I want you, all. the. fucking. time.” Every word was emphasized with a rough thrust, his tip almost reaching your womb as his curved cock caressed your g-spot.

You couldn't think straight as steve took your hand, placing your fingertips on the flesh of his cock that was thrusting in and out of you. It was slick with your wetness and previous orgasms, his thumb falling on top of your clit.

“You see how wet you are for me?” He stroked from your clit down to your slit to collect some of your wetness before shoving his thick fingers in your mouth. You tasted yourself as well as him, which brought you closer to your fifth orgasm of the night.

“Stevie, captain, please. I need to cum I—” You were growing frantic, your cunt sensitive and overstimulated. “I know baby, I know.” he pressed down on your stomach, applying pressure to the spot that he was hitting.

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[teddyeyeseddie]

To Hell I Go

Part Two: With Daddy By My Side

Bull Rider Steve Harrington x Reader

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warings: alcohol consumption, sexual harassment, general violence

(a/n: when I say I am having the time of my life writing this, I mean it. I have never poured more of myself into something than I have this. Please enjoy and as always feedback is so so encouraged ! thank you @lofaewrites for helping me with this chapter xx)

Now Playing: Open The Gate

Steve wakes the next morning hungover and running late. He throws on the jeans he wore yesterday before shrugging on a denim jacket over a white t-shirt. He pulls on his boots, grabbing his hat off the nightstand and heading downstairs. He's racing down the flight when he hears his dad yell. 

“Come on Steve, I haven’t got all day,” he barks from the porch through the screen door. Steve rushes into the kitchen to pour himself a travel cup of coffee and then he is out the front door, speed walking to his dad’s truck. 

The pair had to drive over to the Bounds residence, the family hosting a meeting about this year's cattle raising and how the families were going to split the revenue. 

The ranch sat on the outskirts of town so any drive into Jefferson was a lengthy one. The bounds lived on the east side of town, an area where the more influential families lived. 

Steve’s dad pulls into the driveway, a large white house with black trim in front of them. It was nice, big, bigger than the ranch house. Steve shakes away his nerves, the feeling in his stomach always spiking every time he has to attend a meeting. Luckily, he knew the Bounds well so it was at least easier to deal with them. 

Richard knocks on the door, waiting for Mr. Bounds to answer the door. Steve and his dad step back when the door opens, Mrs. bounds standing before them. 

“Richard! Steve! It’s so good to see you two, come in!” Mrs. Bounds shouts as she moves to the side to make room for them to peek through the rather large front door. She leads them to the dining room where Mr. Bounds and Jamie are sat. Jamie usually sat in on these meetings, one day he would be taking over the business just like Steve, or so his dad thought. 

The meeting goes off without a hitch, the family splitting the revenue fairly and planning for the next season. Steve and Richard make their way out of the house, his dad actually in a good mood giving how well the meeting went. 

“God I can’t wait to leave this ranch in yours and Jamie’s hands! You guys are going to make a great team,”

Steve sucks in a breath, his nerves back in his belly. Steve Harrington wasn’t afraid of much, his list consisting of spiders and making his dad angry. His dad was keen on teaching Steve lessons when feathers were ruffled, so the idea of telling his dad he was going for nationals again made him sick to his stomach. The car slows once it reaches the corral, his dad pulling beside his beloved K10 he had abandoned last night. 

“Not this year dad,” Steve finally says, hand picking at the frayed edge of his denim jacket. 

“What do you mean not this year?” Richard grits through his teeth. His knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel, one hand leaving the wheel to turn off the radio. 

“I’m going for nationals again. Want to beat the all time record, I’m at the top of my game and I can’t stop now Dad,” Steve states confidently, a surge of courage flowing through him as he stands up to his dad. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that this bull riding is a waste of your time! You’re gonna get hurt, better yet you’re gonna get killed,” his dad seethes, knuckles still stark white.

“Dad, I’m good at it! I am the top bull rider in the nation and all you see in me is a brain that can crunch some numbers and a body that can shovel some hay,” Steve begins to raise his voice, swinging the passenger door open, hopping out and marching toward his truck

“Don’t you walk away from me, boy,” his dad yells from the truck, “I am not done discussing this,” 

“Yes dad, we are done discussing this. I’m going to nationals and you can’t convince me to step down. I was made for this, I wasn't made to run around a ranch, I was made to prove that I’m better than my father,” Steve spits, his dad now out of the truck marching towards him. Steve turns on his heels, meeting him halfway in the middle.

“You’re lucky I taught you hard work, you’d be nothing without me, Steve, nothing. I made you,” 

“Get fucked, dad,” 

Steve backs away, climbing into his truck and speeding off. 

He pulls into Goldie Jane’s shortly after his fight with his father, throwing his car in park and rushing inside. After the morning he’s had, he needs a drink. 

He sits at his usual place at the bar, Steve smiling at the newspaper clippings of all of his rides that litter the walls.

“My handsome boy, what brings you in so early. Line dancing doesn’t start for another 2 hours!” Goldie asks as she pours Steve his usual shot of whiskey. Steve says nothing, taking the shot, throwing his head back and downing the alcohol as if it were water. 

“That bad, huh?” Goldie asks, pouring him another shot. 

“You have no idea,” 

That’s where Steve spends his afternoon, talking to Goldie about anything and everything going wrong in Steve’s life.

“You know what you need?” Goldie inquires, smiling widely as she watches people flood the bar, ready for line dancing night. 

“What might that be, Goldie,” Steve has moved to sipping whiskey instead of throwing doubles back, the first few doing a good job at numbing his feelings about his father. 

“You need you a girl. I’d volunteer but I’d break a hip trying to keep up with you,” 

“You know this life’s a lonely one Goldie, don’t think there’s many ladies lining up to take a bull rider home to mommy and daddy,” 

With that, Steve gets up from his place at the bar. The line dancing has begun, loud twangy country music playing throughout the room as patrons make their way out to the main floor to dance. 

Steve simply watches, leaning up against the wall with his legs crossed. He tilts his hat at a few people who stare at him, even snapping a quick picture with Goldie’s husband, albeit his biggest fan. 

He enjoys his time people-watching, chuckling to himself when someone trips over their feet. He sips his whiskey, eyes shooting to the door as it swings open, the bright evening sunset blinding him. When the door finally shuts and Steve’s eyes adjust he is met with another blinding sight. A yellow sundress and white cowboy boots take all of his attention. That’s when he realizes it’s you. The girl he saw at the rodeo, except this time you’re alone. 

You sit at the edge of the bar, Goldie walking towards you and taking your order, a rum and coke. Steve watches you for a moment, admiring the way the strobing lights of the bar illuminate your face with every pulse. He tips his hat to you when you look up and meet his eyes, a smile forming on your face as you tip your fake hat back. 

You’re enjoying being alone, having spent the past few days attending the Summertime Rodeo events with your friends. They were amazing, Robin and Nancy always down to tend to your cowboy loving tendencies no matter how bored they were. You all grew up in Jefferson but Nancy and Robin never saw the hype in the cowboy culture that the town curated. 

But for you, a “yes ma’am” said in the right accent could make you swoon, the tip of a hat could make you blush. You loved every ounce of living in Jefferson, the endless ranch hands at your fingertips made your pick of men quite large. 

But nothing ever sparked with any of them, sure they were all gentlemen but they lacked a certain energy you needed in a man. You eventually gave up, deciding the men in this town were better to look at than to take home. 

You make small talk with Goldie for a while, that is until a large figure looms behind you, blocking the lights from the stage. You turn around and look up, groaning internally when you’re met with Billy Hargrove. Billy was known in town for being a bit rough around the edges. He broke horses for a living, the work leaving his skin tanned and toned. He was handsome, but oh so arrogant. 

“Darlin’ what are you doing here alone?” he rasps, liquor heavy on his breath as he leans over you. 

“Get lost Billy, I’m not in the mood,” you groan, turning back around to face Goldie. 

“Now don’t be like that, pretty thing. I know you like to ride cowboys,” 

“Billy, leave her alone,” Goldie begs, eyes silently pleading with him to not start something. 

“Stay out of this locks,” He waves his hand at her, shooing her away before he turns back to you. 

Steve sees all of this go down, making his way over when Goldie shoots him a look.

“Billy, is there a problem?” Steve questions as he taps him on the shoulder.

Billy turns around, laughing when his eyes meet Steve’s

“Mudslinger, did you come over to get your dick wet too? This one loves us, she’s us cowboys biggest fan,” Billy slurs, barely able to keep himself up. 

In a moment, Billy is on the floor, no one really registering what happened. All they see is Billy on the ground and Steve shaking his hand as he draws in a breath through his teeth. 

Goldie’s husband picks Billy up from the floor, his tail between his legs as he is ushered out of the bar. 

“You okay there, Dandelion?” Steve asks once Billy is gone.

“Dandelion?” you question, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Yellow dress, it fits,” he simply states, pointing at your dress with a smile. 

“Goldie, can you fix him a drink?” you ask, turning back towards her. You motion for Steve to sit down, sliding his drink towards him once he is settled beside you. 

“So what brings you in?” Steve questions, taking a sip of his whiskey. He presses the cold glass to his knuckles, wincing slightly at the contact. 

“Needed a drink after being out in the heat all day,” you state, turning towards him so you could see his features better. His cowboy hat covered his face with a shadow making it hard to really see him, you could make out that he was handsome but that was about it. 

“What about you?” you question. 

“Hard days work is all,” Steve drawls. 

“And work would be..?”

“Ranching. Business meeting about this year's revenue and how we’re splitting shit up, it's boring,” Steve drones, his ill humor in the matter evident in the way he grimaces. 

“I uh- ride bulls though. For actual work, you ever heard of the mudslinger?”

You nod, taking a sip of your drink.

“Heard a little bit about him, heard he’s from around here! I guess he announced the junior awards at the rodeo last night but I couldn’t make it,” you ramble causing Steve to chuckle. 

Steve removes his hat, revealing his face to you. He looks familiar as he looks down at you, his brown eyes boring into yours as you try to place where you’ve seen him. 

That’s when you put the two and two together.

“You’re The Mudslinger? What’s your name, uh sean?” you question, hopeful you got it right. 

Steve chuckles and shakes his head, putting his hat back on. 

“Steve. Harrington.” He sticks his hand out towards you, you take it and firmly shake it. His hands are calloused, the rough skin contrasting the softness of yours. 

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Harrington, care to dance?” you stand from your place at the bar, holding your hand out to him. He takes it, his large hand engulfig your smaller one as you drag him to the dance floor. You both fall in line and begin dancing to some old country song. 

9 to 5 begins to play and Steve groans, line dancing to this song is like running a marathon. But, when he sees the excitement on your face, he decides it's worth it. He would die line dancing if it meant he got to see you smile like that again. 

By the time the song is over, sweat is beading down Steve’s back, his chest heaving from lack of oxygen. You, on the other hand, look like a breath of fresh air, your hair slightly sticking to your face. Steve is pretty sure you were made up in his dreams. 

The two of you make it back to the bar, closing out your tabs before stepping out into the warm summer night. 

“I had a lot of fun with you, mudslinger,” you say, your hand reaching out to grab his. He smiles down at you, taking off his hat, placing it over his heart. 

“I had a lot of fun with you, dandelion. Please don’t break my heart and tell me I can’t see you again,” his voice is like honey, the Texas drawl evident after his several drinks. 

“I’d never,” with that, you put your phone number into Steve’s phone, texting yourself so you could have his number. 

“I’ll be out of town in a few weeks, riding in “The Daddy of em All” out in Cheyenne. Think I could take you out before then?” he questions, hat still covering his heart as he looks down at you. 

“Of course, cowboy,” 

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[the-lady-with-a-book]

Most Steve Rogers fanfics are all about us falling in love with him. But how about HIM falling in love with us FIRST.

Steve Rogers who’s known as the golden boy of America. Mr.Bright & Kind ol’ Captain ready to save the day. Mr.Rogers a respectable man known for his deeds

But how about an obsess Mr.Steve Rogers? A good boy ready to kneel for us if we want to. Tall, blond and strong Mr.Rogers ready to whimper and to be used for you….

for us

Oh how delightful that will be

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[multi-obsessed-fanfic-writer]

Bruises and Bat-Like Creatures (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Author's Note: Here you guys go, another Steve request! This one was very fun to write and I hope it's not too slow or snippy in the middle bit. I also didn't focus as much on the soulmate AU in the middle as I did in the beginning and end, so I don't know how to feel about that but oh well. As always, requests are open and feedback is appreciated! Thank you guys so much for everything!

Requested?: Yes, by @spideyboipete : "Oh so you want Steve requests???? What about a soulmate AU where your soulmates injuries show up on your skin and reader is just constantly like ???? because of how often Steve gets beat up, but then somehow they figure it out and fluff ensues!!!!"

Summary: Pretty much look at the request lol

Bruises and Bats

Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 3,818

Warnings: ST4 Spoilers! Other than that...canon-typical violence, I guess? Nothing really

Another bruise. You’re not sure how many that is this week, but the number keeps adding up. You’re not sure how your soulmate is getting beat up so often, but you know better than to question it to anyone else. After all, what if he ends up being a gang member or something? 

“Honey, what happened to your eye? Is that yours or your soulmates?” Your mom gives you a concerned look, rubbing a finger lightly over the decorative bruising that paints your face purple and black.

“Soulmates. You think I got a black eye myself, mom?” You snort. She gives you a look.

“Okay, yes, you don’t get into fights. I know. But still, it’s just unusual for someone to get so many--”

“Okay, mom, I love you! I gotta go to school, bye.” You cut her off, grabbing a biscuit for breakfast and heading out the door.

“Be careful sweetie! There’s a lot of scary things happening around this town right now!” She calls after you, and you wave behind you to signal that you heard her.

As you arrive at Hawkins High, where you work for the newspaper, you fall in line next to your best friend, Nancy Wheeler. 

“Another black eye?” She chuckles.

“Yeah. He must like fights.” You shrug, biting into your biscuit. Nancy is quiet for a moment, deep in her thoughts. You look at her contemplative face and think for just a moment that maybe the Wheeler girl is hiding something from you, but it’s gone in a moment when she looks back at you and smiles.

“Huh? Sorry, did you say something? I was lost in my own head,” she says, waving dismissively. 

“Nothing.” You shrug it off, giving her a thoughtful smile back. Nancy would never keep secrets from you. 

“You know what your bruise kind of looks like?” She asks, stopping in front of the door to the newspaper room.

“What?” You ask amused.

“The same one that S--”

“Steve!” A teenage boy from down the hall calls. Dustin Henderson.

“Hey, Henderson, I’m just here for a moment. I don’t want to be in these halls any longer than I have to be, I’ve already graduated from this place.” Steve mutters as he crosses the hall to Dustin.

“What were you saying, Nance?” You redirect your attention back to her, but she’s just smirking.

“Oh, nothing. Nevermind. Hey, do you want to come over to my house tonight? We can have a girl's night. We haven’t had one in a long time.” She offers, pushing open the door and letting you walk into the room.

“Yeah, that sounds great. But…I don’t know, isn’t there a curfew with all of this weird stuff going on? I mean, Chrissy died. Shouldn’t we be a little more cautious?” You ask, lowering your voice at the mention of the late cheerleader. You both stop at Nancy’s work desk.

“I just want to feel like a normal teenager again despite all of this, can’t you indulge me this once? Besides, your mom will say yes when she knows you’ll be with me.” She insists.

“That’s right. You’re miss straight-A’s the goody-two-shoes girl.” You mumble, setting your stuff down at your own desk that sits next to hers.

“Don’t forget that we have been best friends for a long time and that you have the same reputation.” She points out.

“Okay, fine. I’ll come to your house tonight. I’ve got nothing better to do anyway.”

“Nothing better? Ouch.” She puts a hand mockingly to her chest in fake hurt. You give her a face and then you’re both sat down working on the latest news article to publish.

Later that night, after work, you hear the telephone ringing downstairs. You’re sitting on your bed, trying to piece some details together of a story you are working on for the newspaper. Something isn’t adding up about Chrissy’s death, and you wanted to get to the bottom of it, but you’re still not sure how to do that without coming across as either insensitive or crazy to the rest of the town. So, you’re working on it alone. Maybe Nancy would believe you when you said you weren’t buying the whole “Eddie Munson is evil” ploy that everyone seemed to take up so easily.

“Honey, it’s for you! Nancy’s on the other end!” Your mom calls from downstairs.

Crap, you forgot to go to her house.

“Coming!” You yell, scrambling to collect all of the strewn-about pieces of paper that connect your crazy theory.

You run down the stairs and grab the phone, hearing Nancy’s voice already speaking on the other end.

“Shh! I’ll get her here, don’t worry!” 

What is she talking about? Was she meaning you?

“Nance?” You finally say something.

“(Y/n)! Hey! Were you gonna head to my house for a movie and girl’s night?” She asks nonchalantly. You pick up on a weird vibe from her.

“....uh, yeah, I was just about to leave.” You tell her. Your mom whips her head around to look at you, then gestures to the clock which flashes 7:13. You wave a hand dismissively at her, mouthing ‘it’s Nancy’. Your mother rolls her eyes at you but agrees and walks away.

“Great! See you in a few!” She hangs up almost immediately after. You set the phone on the wall, a weird pit in your stomach as you grab a change of clothes for the night over there. At the last second, you grab a small knife that you sometimes carry on you as a safety precaution. For some reason, you feel like you might need it tonight.

You arrive at the Wheelers’ house a few minutes later, bag in hand. You knock three times sharply and immediately the door swings open to reveal Nancy, Lucas Sinclair, and Max Mayfield. They usher you inside quickly. 

“What’s going on? I thought this was a girl’s night?” You ask, looking around the living room. 

“Yeah, um…I was lying, (Y/n). We need your help.” Nancy tells you.

“I knew it!” You point an accusatory finger at her.

“What?” Max asks, looking between the two of you.

“I knew you were hiding something, Nance. I saw it this morning. What’s going on?” You ask, looking between the three of them. 

“You know the crazy stuff that’s been going on in Hawkins? Chrissy’s death?” Nancy asks.

“Yeah. I actually had a theory about that- I don’t think that Eddie killed her--”

“He didn’t. It was a monster. An otherworldly monster.” Max interjects. 

“A…well…” You trail off, not really sure if she’s joking or not. She seems very, very serious.

“We’re serious, (Y/n). There’s this other world mirroring ours. We call it the Upside Down…”

About an hour later, after the multiple explanations and freak-outs, the four of you went through, you finally understood and accepted the concept of the upside down and all its weird creatures.

“Great. So, basically, we’re all going to die.” You grimace.

“No. That’s what we’re trying to stop.” Lucas shakes his head.

“Yeah, but how are we going to do that without the magic girl who has psychic powers, hmm?” You quirk an eyebrow at them. They fall silent.

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out. You can help us with that.” Nancy sighs, grabbing her stuff.

“What are you doing? What do you mean I can help?” You ask, grabbing your own things and following Nancy as she heads out the door with Lucas and Max in tow.

“We’re going to see some more people. Come on, we’ll explain your part in this along the way.” Nancy responds. You sigh.

You hate being in the dark about things. Just how many people know about the upside down? Why are you the last one being brought into the loop? Who else is there? Why do they get to know? Why do you need to know now?

“Nancy.” You stop dead in your tracks. You aren’t moving another foot until they tell you why you’re here.

“What? (Y/n), we gotta go.” Nancy groans, walking back to you. Lucas and Max look at each other, confused.

“Why am I here? Why am I going? What is my part in this?” You fire off the questions at her, dying to know the answers.

“That’s…I…” She looks at Lucas and Max, but they give her nothing.

“There’s got to be a reason. What is it?”

“You’re the best detective I know, (Y/n). If anyone can figure out where Vecna is and how to stop him, it’s you. I trust you more than I trust pretty much anyone on this earth, so I need you right now. Please.” She tells you, her voice dropping low as she hits you with her words. You give her a long look before cracking a small smile.

“I knew I was a better detective than you.” You grin at her.

“Seriously? That’s what you got out of that?” She asks incredulously, shaking her head as the four of you get into her car.

“Hey, you gave me a reason. That’s all I needed. Now let’s go take down a crazy monster.” You smile. Nancy hits the gas.

“Why are we in the middle of the woods?” You ask as the four of you come up on Skull Rock where another group of people is already waiting.

“There you guys are! Did you get (Y/n)?” A voice asks, and you see Robin Buckley standing before you. You blink. How does she get to know about all of this before you?

“(Y/n)’s here?” You turn to see Eddie Munson standing behind a few of the others, and your eyes light up. You’re glad they found him and that he’s safe, you always knew he wasn’t the criminal the town was painting him to be.

“Yeah, she’s here. Let’s go. Dustin, you got the compass?” Nancy asks. 

“Right here.” Dustin answers.

“Then what are we waiting for, Henderson?” A new voice pipes up. You whip your head over to see Steve Harrington at the head of the group, waiting for Dustin to lead you guys to who knows where.

“Okay, what? How does Harrington get to know about the upside down before me? You dated him for like a few months in high school, Nance, I hardly think that tops your best friend of eight years.” You hiss at Nancy as the group starts to walk.

“I’ve been here since the beginning, (Y/l/n), you don’t even know the half of it,” Steve responds, overhearing your question.

“He kinda found out by accident the first time this all went down,” Nancy explains. You deadpan.

“I’m hurt, honestly.” You tsk, but they all know you’re joking.

“Shh! We’re coming up on the lake.” Dustin tells the group. Everyone gets quiet, and Steve hangs back to walk next to you for a moment.

“We haven’t really talked a whole lot before, have we?” He asks you quietly.

“No, not really. I mean, the last time we really talked you were my best friend’s boyfriend. Now you’re her ex.” You mumble.

“Harsh, but true.” He chuckles. You look over at him and smile slightly. Your smile almost instantly drops as you see the outline of a bruise around his eye.

“Is the black eye a hazard of the job?” You joke, gesturing to the events that are currently taking place.

“Ha, yeah I suppose it is. What about you?” He asks, motioning to the same one you have. You purse your lips, unsure if you should tell the truth or not. You don’t want him to think that you’re suggesting he’s your soulmate, so you shrug.

“Dunno, just showed up.”

“Ah. A soulmate mark, then?” He asks.

“I suppose so. Couldn’t be anything else that I know of.” You nod. He falls silent and the two of you don’t talk the rest of the way to the lake.

You get onto the boat with Robin, Steve, Nancy, and Eddie as the kids stay behind.

Once the boat is out in the middle of the lake, you think you know what’s happening. A high schooler just died here, so it probably has to do with the upside down and a gate opening, and now you guys are investigating it. Hence, why you’re here. 

“Wait, wait, guys, look.” Nancy points at the compass which is going crazy spinning around now.

Steve starts to almost immediately take his clothes off.

“Steve, what are you doing?” You ask.

“Somebody’s gotta go check this thing out, unless one of you guys can top being a Hawkins High Swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then… it’s gotta be me. No complaints, alright?” Steve explains quickly, standing up and rocking the boat slightly to continue his stripping. You cough uncomfortably as Eddie says something about not complaining, but you’re not listening because you’re sort of side-tracked with Steve taking off his shirt. You don’t mean to stare, but you can’t help it. It’s like your eyes are drawn to him.

You miss the look that Nancy and Robin give to each other after seeing your gaze.

As Steve gets ready to jump in the water, you have the sudden urge to protect him. You’re not sure why, as you don’t know him all too well, but the feeling is overwhelming as you grab onto his forearm before he goes in.

“Steve?” You ask, unsure of why you’re even doing this. He gives you a quizzical look, but mostly out of curiosity about what you want to say, not weirded out by the gesture.

“Be careful.” You whisper to him, giving him a small smile that he returns gratefully with a nod. You’re not sure why, but you feel some kind of connection to him. A small spark, if you will. But you don’t want to catch feelings for a guy you barely know, not to mention your best friend’s ex.

Steve jumps into the water and you’re left a bubble of anxiety as you wait for him to resurface. 

“What was that about, (Y/n)?” Nancy asks, trying to pass the time.

“What was what about?” You give her a confused look.

“Be careful? You barely know him. Why so sentimental?” Robin asks from the other side of you.

“I don’t know, I…I just had an urge to tell him. I want him to come back safely.” You shrug, not sure what it means.

“Okay. If that’s all it is, then, sure.” Robin nods.

“What does that mean?” You give her a look.

“Oh, nothing. Just…are you sure that’s all there is to it?” Nancy presses you. You turn to Eddie, asking him silently if he knows what’s going on.

“Don’t look at me. This is girl stuff, I don’t know.” Eddie holds his hands up defensively. 

Before you can get another word in, Steve resurfaces.

“I’m back!” He exclaims, sucking in a deep breath.

“You found it?” You ask, launching yourself toward the side of the boat that he’s on. 

“I found it.” He nods, grabbing onto the boat in front of you. You set your hand on top of his without thinking, turning back to grab the radio with your other hand.

“Dustin, you’re an Einstein. Steve found the gate.” You walkie-talkie the kids on land.

“It was pretty wild. More of a snack-size gate than the mama gate, but it’s still pretty big.” Steve explains the gate to you. You’re about to respond when he’s suddenly tugged underwater again.

“Steve!” All of you scream, grabbing at the water to see if you can catch him before he’s too far under. It’s to no avail as the four of you grasp at nothing, and Steve is gone.

In a split-second decision, you hop out of the boat after him. You hear the others scream your name behind you, but you hit the water before they can even try to stop you. You start to swim down as fast as you possibly can, trying your hardest to reach Steve. He’s too important to far too many people for him to go like this.

Once you’re a little over halfway down, you feel an intense pain scrape along your back. You let out a scream of pain and surprise at the feeling, turning around to fight the potential monster that has found you.

To your surprise, though, nothing is there. The searing pain continues, but you’re alone for as far as the eye can see. You fight off the pain and fear, continuing your dive deeper, when the pain stops. You see the red light of the gate and swim quickly to it before diving in and arriving on the other side. Into the upside down.

You stand up and look around you, seeing a human figure not too far from you.

“Steve?” You yell. Steve turns around and sees you, relief flooding his features at seeing a familiar face with him.

“Why did you follow me? You’ve never been to the upside down, you don’t know what it’s like here. You could get hurt!” He rushes to you, worry etching into his face.

“I’m fine! I’m fine, let’s get out of here!” You brush it off, trying to get him to walk back to the gate. Suddenly, shrieking and wailing bat-like creatures start to appear from the sky. 

Steve looks around, running to the nearest thing that could make a weapon and grabbing it. You take the knife out of your waistband that you put in there before you went to Nancy’s house. You knew this would come in handy.

“Stay behind me!” Steve demands, holding his oar at the ready as the creatures descend upon you guys. They try to attack him, but he bats them away a few times. He only gets lucky the first couple of swings, though, because before you realize it, he’s on the ground with a bat’s tail around his throat. 

You feel a similar choking pressure around your own throat, and what feels like barbed wires cutting into your skin. You gasp and clutch at your throat, falling to your knees, as Steve writhes against the creature on the ground. The two of you make eye contact and you immediately know.

Steve Harrington is your soulmate.

Fighting off the invisible pressure and pain, you drag your way over to the bat-like creature and sink your knife deep into its body. It cries out and falls limp, freeing Steve from its grasp. A creature flies down and sinks its teeth into your side and both you and Steve cry out similarly, feeling the same pain. You tear it off of yourself and slice clean through it right as Steve fights off another one. Robin, Nancy, and Eddie come running up to the two of you to finish off a couple of others that had joined their friends. You and Steve share a meaningful look, but you both silently agree to talk about it later as you fight off the creatures with your friends.

Once you’ve finished fighting them and Steve has torn the last one apart, Nancy rushes to the two of you.

“Are you okay?” She asks, checking both of you for injuries.

“I mean- they took about a pound of flesh. But otherwise, yeah, never been better.” Steve responds bitterly, looking over at you and giving you a once-over.

“We don’t have time to talk about it here.” You mumble, and he nods.

“Time to talk about what?” Robin asks.

“Nothing. Let’s move. We have to get back to--”

Before you can finish your sentence, more bat-like creatures have landed to guard the entrance of the gate back to the normal world.

“Alright… there’s not that many. We can take them, right?” Steve asks as your group starts to huddle together.

Before anyone can respond, a large swarm of creatures starts toward the same gate.

“You were saying?” Robin asks weakly. 

“The woods! Come on!” Nancy grabs you and starts running. The others follow quickly behind. The five of you run until you find Skull Rock again, this time on the wrong side of the dimension. You sigh as you finally get to sit down, hidden from the giant swarm of death creatures that you hate.

As soon as you all catch your breath, you and Steve look at each other.

“You,” Steve murmurs, walking over to you. He lifts your chin lightly and looks at the marks on your neck, brushing his fingers over them softly. 

“Ow-” You grimace, pushing his hand away as you give him a soft glare that holds no actual malice behind it.

“What’s going on, guys?” Robin asks.

“She never got hit in the neck by one of these things,” Steve announces to the group, still staring at your wounds.

“Then how does she have that?” Eddie asks, not connecting the dots.

“Steve did.” Nancy points out, looking between your wound and his.

“They’re identical.” Robin gasps, a small smile coming to her face despite the dire situation.

“Soulmates,” Nancy confirms, a smirk resting on her lips. You grimace.

“Now is not the time to--”

“The black eye, too. You had your suspicions earlier, didn’t you?” Steve asks you lowly, taking a step closer to you. The others get the hint and go to the other side of the rock to give you guys a little privacy.

“I didn’t know…” you murmur, looking down at your feet.

“Nancy always says you’re the best detective she knows.” He chuckles, lifting your chin again but this time only to look into your eyes.

“Okay, so maybe I had my suspicions, but I… I don’t know, I guess I didn’t want to believe it?” You ask more than state, letting out a small sigh.

“What, is being with me such a horrible thing to think about?” Steve teases. You smile.

“No, I just didn’t want to start falling for someone I barely know. I didn’t want to be soulmates with practically a stranger.” You admit.

“Then let’s get to know each other. Starting now. We don’t have to be anything romantic until after we get to know each other, but…”

“But what?”

“Can I kiss you?” He asks suddenly, reaching out a hand to gingerly touch your cheek.

“...yes.” You breathe out, not daring to say no as his skin against yours leaves you feeling electricity.

Without another word, Steve leans in closer before he closes the gap and presses his lips to yours. Your lips mold together perfectly and your arms wrap around his neck as his go around your waist. You lean into him and find peace in the midst of everything going on around you.

And at this moment you know that in spite of the upside down and the crazy creatures it may throw at you, you have found your soulmate, and no one is taking him away from you. Ever.

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[lokishornns]

Hey Sunshine

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pairing: s4 steve harrington x reader (fem)

type: angstish, fluff

rating: pg13

word count: 3,476

warnings: stranger things season 4 spoilers, one mention of suicide, cursing

notes: hay long time no see, i love steve harrington and blasted this one out at like 2 in the morning so it only seemed fit that i posted this. and yes i know i said kylo would be next but nvm

summary: You find Maxine's letter addressed to you, and you are hellbent on finding her.

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You seethed with anger, your teeth grit and your nostrils flaring as your car plows through the dark and barely lit streets. You wanted to fucking murder Steve Harrington.

Your car growls, the tires nearly screeching at every turn. The smell of the burning rubber floods your nose and tears bleed from your eyes. Your fingers grip so tightly around the steering wheel you begin to lose circulation, and your furious blinking is the only thing keeping your sights clear. 

The only sounds that fill the car are your occasional screams that tear your throat and the flapping of paper from your lap. Your thighs clench an envelope between them tightly so it doesn’t fly away, the paper flipping and flopping in the wind that funnels through the open windows.

Damn your car for the A/C blowing out. Damn Maxine and her friends. And damn Steve Harrington.

You whack your steering wheel from rage, your eyes flying about. Your car slows at every area of town that possibly contains signs of life, your sight set on finding Harrington’s goddamn flashy car. How can it be this hard?

The envelope that is pressed against the sticky sheen of your thigh sweat was the only thing driving your mind. As the ink leaks and smudges against your thighs, your mind replays Maxine’s words over and over again. The repeated apologies and the mentions of Billy initially made your heart plummet to your stomach. But the thing that drove a spear through you was the goodbye she wrote. 

It was a goddamn suicide note—no, insurance note. A letter that was her practically ensuring that she was about to die, and you were the last one to let that happen.

You had been there at Starcourt Mall, you had already been forced to helplessly watch the loss of your brother as reality as you knew it crumpled around you. And now you were going to lose Maxine, the only remnants of family you had left in your life. Your stepmother was mentally long gone. How could Max leave you like this?

But the point of the letter that shocked through your spine and prompted you to tear from the trailer with only the letter in hand was the ending note. She said she loved you. She wrote in small yet definite letters: “I love you”. Max had never said those words, much less written them. She had never spoken to you like a sister, and you were damned if you were going to allow this letter to be the first and the last time she did such.

Your teeth gripped tightly onto your bottom lip, the taste of hot, metallic blood searing your tongue. Your arms trembled with the force you used to squeeze the steering wheel, and your legs cramped from the usage.

But she had to be with the crew, right? She had to be, that’s the only way she found herself in idiotic fucking scenarios. And the only way the crew can get around is Harrington himself.

You had decided you hated Harrington. He allowed—no, enabled thirteen and fourteen year old kids to find themselves into trouble that could get them killed. You saw Starcourt, you saw Billy, and you heard about Barb. And you wouldn’t be surprised if Chrissy and Fred’s murders had anything to do with the bullshit monster world that the crew seemed to love. So how, in God’s name, could Steve allow this to happen?

Steve was someone you trusted. In the past, he had defended the crew. He had protected you. And he was someone you didn’t mind talking to, and had actually grown to trust. He was one of your first friends in Hawkins.

You regularly visited him at his job, and you’d be lying if your heart didn’t stutter when he flirted with you. But you guys were utterly platonic; just super close friends that hung out at least two times a week. Which made hating him a lot fucking harder. He should be protecting Max, not enabling her.

But the worst part regarding your thoughts about Steve was how worried you were for his wellbeing. What if something happened to him? He was one of your closest friends and you supposed that him being so close to the crew made him almost as susceptible to being in danger as Max is. You couldn’t handle losing the both of them. And you prayed to whatever higher power existed that Robin wasn’t involved—you couldn’t bear to attend her funeral.

Your mind reeled with all possible ‘what if?’ scenarios. What if you had come home rather than spending the night watching dumb, pointless movies with your friends? What if you were a better stepsister to Max? Would she have asked you for help? Would she feel safe around you? What if your dad hadn’t left you in Hawkins?

You cursed the universe for giving you such a weird fucking life, and cursed it even more for taking everything away from your weird fucking life. You loved Max. You were her sister, and you loved her. How could she just be taken from your grasp?

As your mind simultaneously bubbles with frustration, terror, rage, and grief, your car whips around the corner to the last possible place you could believe Max could be. Your dealer’s warehouse is a dark shadow looming over his dim cabin.

You had brought Max along for only two deals with Reefer Rick and hadn’t even told her the name of who you were visiting or what you were buying, but you had to check every possible place she had been in Hawkins. What if she had drowned in the goddamn lake?

Your car scratches over the leaves and gravel paving the ground, its lights illuminating a dark path in front of you. You hop out of the car, but you leave the envelope within the running vehicle, its thrumming engine purring behind you as you tear towards the buildings.

“Max!” you scream, your voice shredded from the frantic yelling you had done for her. “Max! Where are you?” Your legs shook and your chest stuttered as your hands fisted and pressed your nails into your palms. Your knees wobbled before they slammed into the gravel beneath you, but you feel nothing other than your heart beating out of your chest and lack of air in your lungs.

“Please, Maxine! Please, oh, dear god,” you cried out again, your frame crumpling on the driveway. Your mind was screaming at you to get moving, you didn’t have the time to cry. But your body couldn’t move from its spots as you huddled over your knees, curling into an almost fetal position as your hands grasped at the ground beneath you. You allowed a cry of frustration to escape, but sobs soon followed up, wracking your entire body.

No, no, no, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. Oh god, this couldn’t be happening. You begged to the universe, pleaded with it to just give you Maxine back. You offered yourself up, just praying that you could just know that Max was okay. She was so young, so innocent, and so scared.

And as your fists pounded against the ground and enraged screams shook your throat, a voice from behind you flutters around your ears. You think you’re dreaming at first, and your breath catches in your throat. You freeze entirely, your ears perking as your mind begins to plead that you’re not just hallucinating and you’re not going batshit.

But the voice comes again, the soft, sweet voice calling out your name. You rise from the ground, your head swiveling on your neck, and at the sight of flaming red locks, you begin to cry again.

Your knees can’t seem to straighten fast enough and your shoes can’t get a grip on the gravel, but you bolt towards Max as fast as possible. She seems taken aback at first until you whip her from the ground, your arms wrapping around her so tightly that she lets out a breathless grunt. But you don’t care as one hand of yours holds the back of her head to you, your face pressed into the crook of her neck.

Max can feel you trembling against her, and a wetness forming on her collarbone tells you of the tears draining from your body. She relaxes into your touch, and her arms finally wrap around you once you set her feet onto solid ground. You pull yourself from her, your hands flying to cradle her cheeks. You inspect her face, your eyes wild and barely clear enough to see through.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” Max reassures, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard before. Her brows furrow in concern, and she takes notice of your puffy eyes and runny nose.

“I just-I saw the letter and I-well I-I needed to make sure that nothi-the letter just made me think that you were going to be gone. The letter made me think you were going to be like Billy, and I don’t know,” the words spill from your mouth, your eyes frantic and your lip trembling. Despite Max’s attempts at interrupting you, nothing can stop your word vomit. “I just, I kept thinking I know you have to be alive. You can’t leave me, no, you can’t. And I was just so scared because I love you. You know? I don’t ever tell you enough, but I love you,” your words begin to sound much more broken, yet your sentences more coherent as sobs choke you. Your arms return to their position Max, and this time, it seems like she’s truly comforting you. “I’m sorry I’m not the best sister. I’m sorry, I know I’m not.”

Your sniffles replace your crying, and Max whispers comforting words into your ear. She knew you loved her as a sister, but she didn’t know to what extent. She never would have expected you to react like this to the letter, to be so quick to defend her at whatever cost. But she was more than elated to see you—she thought she never would again.

It’s Harrington’s call of your nickname that seem to finally break you from your panic.

“Woah, sunshine, are you okay?” Steve’s voice sounds, and you can hear a rush of footsteps. You lift your face from being buried in Max’s shoulders and your eyes meet everyone’s.

The entire crew, save for Will, El, and Mike, are standing around with Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie Munson. All of their eyes are filled to the brim with concern, except Eddie who seems mainly just confused to see you there.

You swallow an onset of fresh tears, and Max turns to face the group as well. Your hand slips to hold onto Max’s, though, and she doesn’t seem to mind. You blink away the stinging at your eyes, and nod tightly, your mouth opening before a pause. You aren’t entirely sure what to say.

“She’s okay, she just read my letter and I didn’t get to tell her I was okay,” Max speaks for you, and you look up to the sky partially to make sure tears don’t fall but also to send a quick thanks to the universe for allowing Max to be okay.

You lower your chin, your eyes meeting Steve’s before feeling a swirling mixture of shame (from Steve seeing you cry) and anger (at him being an idiot). But you supposed Max was okay, and you were far too happy with that knowledge to yell at Harrington.

“Okay, this was an awesome little family reunion, but we are on a little time crunch here,” Eddie voices, and you almost want to throttle the man for an instant before a realization hits you. Fucking Mystery Incorporated was all together again, meaning that there’s an extremely high chance of an apocalyptic event occurring. Your stomach plummeted into the soles of your feet, and your face paled. Your ears seem to muffle all sound as your eye twitches, your brain settling with the new reality.

The rest of the group is speaking, and at some point you register them walking away. But your eyes shut firmly and your hands cover your face. You can’t let Max die, but you can’t let this dumbs town die either. You know you could never convince Max out of it, but that means you’re also about to be dragged into a new mess and you weren’t sure you were emotionally prepared to handle this. A soft touch rests on your shoulder and your hands fall from your face.

“Hey, sunshine,” Steve calls, his eyes soft as they look into yours. You want to huff at the dumb nickname he calls you, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to do it. You want to be mad at him, but the concern written on his face seems to shut you up and your heart jumps into your throat. He scans your face quickly, seeing the tear stains down your cheeks. “It’ll be okay. Max will be safe, I promise that. But you know how stubborn she is. She literally threatened to prosecute me for kidnapping when I refused to drive her.”

You let out a little giggle a the spunk of your stepsister, and your hand rose up to wipe your nose. You grimaced at how gross you must look, but Steve didn’t seem to care. Steve was far too engrossed in hyping himself up to pull you in for a hug that he most definitely did not notice.

His arm pulls you towards him, his hand cradling the back of your head as the other held you against his warm and inviting embrace. You melted under his touch, your breath hiccuping. His presence alone comforted you enough, and his embrace seemed to do wonders.

“But you should go home, I can’t let you join us,” Steve says softly, but the words cause you to pull from his hold on you, your brows furrowing as your eyes meet his. He looks as if he expected your retaliation, and a semblance of a surrender is already written on his face. 

“Are you stupid?” you ask, your voice dripping with a condescending tone, frustration evident. Steve only laughs, and you raise an eyebrow.

“I swear to God, I should know never to try with your family. You and Max aren’t blood but, damn, you guys fucking seem like it sometimes,” Steve huffs, his arms pulling you back towards his chest.

You don’t resist, your nose instead inhaling what is definitely a mixture of a lack of showering and some pathetic attempt of covering his scent with his cologne. But you love the familiar smell, and it makes you even more impressed at the hold of his hairspray.

“You know, I was planning on ways to murder you,” you said, and Steve laughs again, his face burying itself on your head and planting a kiss in your hair. Goddamn, he must think you’re a fucking comedian today or something. 

“I figured you would,” Steve replies. You can feel his mouth open to say more, but he pauses, the words dying on his tongue. You wait patiently. “But I took some inspiration from Max, due to the genius she is, and I wrote a letter. In case anything did happen to me and her, I needed to say a few things.”

Steve’s words are shocking and saddening. You could imagine Steve so stressed out of his mind of having to babysit the crew and still wanting you to know that Max was cared for. Your heart ached at the sentiment, and you couldn’t push down the question you wanted to ask.

“Did you write a letter for anyone else?”

“Who else could I write one for? My boss, Keith? Oh yeah, ‘sorry Keith, I can’t show up to work because I may die soon and I have to babysit a bunch of high school freshmen who also may die soon, have fun at work!’” Steve jokes, and you can’t muffle the snort that erupts from your nose.

But you couldn’t hide the pitiful look in your eyes as you stared up a the boy, your heart throbbing. Steve deserved to have people other than you; he deserved to have a family that showed tangible care for their son, and he deserved to feel love for them back. 

“Hey, I’m not judging if you need to write a little love letter to him. I mean, lately you’ve been running dry in the ladies department—who could blame a little Keith backdoor action? I could even be the one to deliver it for you!” you quip back, and Steve’s mouth gapes open, but a smile tugs on one corner of his mouth. Steve closes his mouth, his eyes looking into yours for just a little too long. He inhales deeply through his nose as he breaks eye contact, his head turning to see where the group had disappeared. “Steve? You okay?”

He turns back to you, his hair bouncing slightly as his brows draw together. His eyes are big and golden brown, even in the dim lighting. They bore into you, and you swallow sharply, your chest stuttering at the intensity.

“Fuck it,” are the last breathless words that come from Steve’s mouth before his hands tighten their grip around you and his head dips down. His lips crash into yours, and it takes you the slightest of moments before your mouth opens in a gasp against his, one hand slotting itself against his jaw as the other threads through his hair.

The kiss is purely electrifying, and your lips buzz with excitement. Your heart flutters rapidly, and you feel like you’re falling from a plane. Your eyes are screwed tightly shut, and you’re too afraid you’ll awaken from some sort of dream if you open your eyes.

His lips are soft and so utterly conforming to your mouth as they move against yours. They are warm and your shameful daydreams about the boy had nothing on the real deal. He hums against your lips and your thumb swipes against his cheek in response. 

His lips part from yours, and he blinks, his head shaking as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. You were unbelievably shocked as well. Your hand reaches up to touch your lips, making sure that you were indeed not experiencing a dream. Your heart thuds loudly against your chest and you wouldn’t be surprised if Steve could hear it from where he stood. But soon enough, a massive grin overtakes his face and you wear one to match.

“Harrington, you best be careful, or I may think you wrote me a love letter,” you tease, your lips settling into a smirk.

“Oh, I did,” he responds with a smirk of your own, his eyes swallowing how yours light up in shameless excitement. “Absolutely. I couldn’t go out without telling you how I feel. Plus, hanging around Max is so scary in how much it reminds me of you. She really does see you as a role model.” You smile genuinely at the sweet words, and your body feels warm at the compliment.

“I think she got my bitchiness.”

“Most definitely. But I have training in how to handle it. The key is compromise,” Steve puffs proudly, an egotistical smile painting his lips. You truthfully don’t mind, it’s becoming more rare to see the cocky side of Steve these days since the loss of his ‘King Steve’ status.

“Oh? What’d you negotiate this time?” You quirk a brow.

“Permission to confess my love for you,” Steve says with a quick shrug, and your mouth falls open. Of course Max would set you up in return for Steve keeping her safe. Your chest bubbles with the evident care she has for you.

“Okay, get on with it,” you tease, nearly choking as you witness Steve immediately falls to his knees, his hands coming to hold yours. He says your name, his goofy smile still evident on his face.

“I am actually so embarrassingly in love with you and have been for months. I went from daydreaming about Kieth to daydreaming about you, and I can’t possibly think of a better upgrade. Do you know how sad it is to daydream about Kieth? That man hasn’t brushed his teeth since the day he was born,” Steve says with a serious face, and you purse your lips to hold back the smile threatening to spill from your lips.

And as the world around you tears apart at the seems, and reality seems to flip upside down, you crouch down to once again slam your lips into Steve Harrington’s. Nothing else seems to matter anyways—except for Max. Nothing touches Max.

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