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writeturnlove · 3 months
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The Mate and The New Guy - updates
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Ok, everyone… I’m working on the next chapter of “The Mate” and “The New Guy.”
I have had some medical issues that have hampered my progress. I have new diagnoses and new medications. I’m so sorry for the delay.
I truly hope both chapters are worth the wait.
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I also started a novel called “We Are Not Together.” It’s a friends to lovers romance that takes several twists and turns along the way.
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FYI - S@x. There’s going to be a significant amount of spice in these chapters. One chapter starts off with a live scene and one chapter ends with one. I hope you enjoy it.
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emsgoodthinkin · 8 months
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~ never did this before | virgin!Eddie Munson x virgin! Thick!Fem Reader \\ modern au
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This story is based off the song Wet Dreamz by Jcole **recommend listening to it first to understand the story// can be perceived/read regardless if you are a poc; as I am mixed ♡ [descriptions of reader having tan skin and brown eyes; so it meets in the middle if you are a poc or not]
• Summary: after weeks of flirting and crushing on each other, you finally pop a serious question into your bestfriend Eddie’s head, and he has a hard time providing you with an honest answer // this is more like a rom com
• Warnings: MDNI; smut (not too explicitly) fluff, both kinda experienced? soft Eddie, cocky Eddie, sassy reader, brief mentions of smoking and drinking, he’s a little bit of a perv, masturbation, 69, protected piv, premature ejaculation, heavy petting, grinding, confessions, slight insecure thoughts? (both are 18+) word count :3.4k //sry 4 errors
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Eddie’s Pov
Calculus. The last class of the day. My favorite class overall.
There she sat, giggling on her phone, showing me silly photos she took of her dog Skittle, the sun shining just right on her honey toned tanned skin, hair laying just as perfect as ever in that simple, claw clip. Curls and wavy bangs sectioned to shape her face, brown eyes that matched mine and oh those glossy lips..
I wanna kiss you so fucking bad baby.
Her outfit of the day, that new pink and black checkered shirt she got at the mall that I drove her to.
It’s so tight on you sweetheart, your tits look beautiful today.
White Reeboks as I have, but very much cleaner…
Those 100% perfectly stretchy, acid wash jeans you wear every week that fit your ass so fucking bad.. fuck don’t bend over.. don’t—
“Eddie? what’s wrong with you?”
Fuck— didn’t realize the moan that I slipped out when she dropped her phone, she cracked it..but all I could focus on were the back of her thighs when she bent over
“Sorry uh- I think I’m just sore from carrying those amps last night”, he says now rubbing his not sore bicep with a pout
Lie.
“Oh babe I’m sorry, come by later and I can rub it out for you” she replies
Why the fuck would you say that to me right now—
“Oh yeah? You’d just love to get your hands on me always huh sweetheart? ” leaning back in my seat, with a cocky smile
You blush and shove my arm playfully “you’re so stupid, you know what I meant”
——
She’s been like this for the past month, after Harringtons party. Smoking and drinking under that patio umbrella, away from everyone else. Laughing, holding on to each other for dear life. I tell her jokes, she ugly laughs. I love her laugh, it’s not fake it’s genuine like her.
We met at the drink table, both preferring whiskey over the red shit they put out.
We talked about our intrests, I was very suprised and impressed with how she carried herself. How she talked about herself. How she sat comfortably on my lap; as if we knew each other for forever.
Obviously her thick hips in that royal blue, tacky dress she wore caught my attention first
It takes a certain kinda person to make me laugh but she.. she was probably the most funniest and beautiful fucking girl I’ve never seen. A few beauty marks as she would call it, scattered down her neck and arms. Eyelashes so dark she could always pass on the mascara, the sweet charm and sass she had to her.. she was something different.
She was fresh to town and it was relief to meet someone new. Similar childhood experiences, divorced parents but her dad stopped reaching out to them. Her mom was just a bitch to her. Very narcissistic person but, she had her kind moments. She definitely wasn’t the worse mother I’ve ever heard of.
All of that lead to a heavy make out session in the bathroom.
Sitting at the edge of the toilet, her scratching the back of my head with those sharp coffin shaped nails, me squeezing the fat of her ass on my lap. Hell, I was surprised how into this she was.. considering I’ve only kissed two girls in my life.
Sure I’ve watched my fair share of porn, visited sex stores, took a few notes; even got a handy under the bleachers last year from Carol. She forgot to pay for the weed I gave her, she offered, why not.
“Oh yeah, what’s your name again?” I ask kissing down her neck
“Y/N, but you can call me anything you want right now” she whimpers at the feeling of me nipping her throat
-“fuck you’re a r-really good kisser”
“-could say the same about you sweetheart” feeling the roll of her heat over my already strained dick.
I wonder how many guys she’s done this with
“Sorry, I don’t usually do this but, there’s just something so sexy about you”—
Biggest fucking ego boot ever.
“Fuck baby, if you keep talkin to me like that I’m gonna bust”
“Awe, am I making you feel some typa way Eddie?” She smirks looking down at me
“You know you are”
Unfortunately that ended quicker than it started, Robin got too hungover and needed our space.
She told me her classes and we exchanged numbers.
After that we talked everyday on FaceTime after getting home from school. I show her a new guitar riff and she shows me the new necklaces or shirts she ordered.
Sometimes she’d forget she was on camera and changed out of her bra a few times.
Hey, couldn’t help but to look come on, I am just a man
I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve fucked myself to that imagine every morning.. and evening and night..
Slept on the phone together, hung out at lunch together.
I only ever seen her at lunch other than at the end of the day in Mrs. Wilson’s calculus class. Bringing us back to now
——
“Mr. Munson are you done chatting now?” Wilson knocks me out of my trance
“Sorry bout that, yes ma’am” giving her a thumbs up sitting back up straight as she rolls her eyes subtly.
You slide me note. Folded up, in blue highlighted letters
You ever have sex before? Circle Yes or No ♡
fuck—we never even discuss stuff like that! how haven’t we? Don’t embarrass yourself man
Course I have, why? what’s got you so curious? ;)
I watch her look away quickly, gulping when she covers the paper to respond back
Well.. you’re cute and shit & was wondering if you wanna come over friday..? My parents have been gone all week and..we can hang or do whatever.. ♡
Did she wanna fuck? I hope so —wait you’re a virgin idiot, wait is she? probably not
I’m already there babe ;)
I reply with an easy smile, hiding the fact I’m in a state of panic
Good.. and uh bring those handcuffs on your wall too.. ♡
No way she’s a virgin talking like that
She rushes outta the classroom at the bell, turning back with a wink
Holy shit I gotta talk to Harrington.
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“-and that’s what I’m saying dude, just sweet talk her, treat her like a princess, rub her in all the right places”—
“Okay but what ARE those places? I know her like tits and shit.. and well under her panties but what does it feel like? Ya know putting in it? What if I cum too fast and she laughs or runs away and never talks to me again..”—
I’ve been pacing back in forth in Family Video, loud where all the customers could hear. Definitely loud enough for Robin to upchuck her lunch
“No Eddie- just, come back here— Rob? watch the front please?” Steve grabs me by the shoulder making a bee line to the stock room
Sitting on the empty table still trying to gather my thoughts of Steve’s advice. “Well?” I rush out
“Damn man let me sit down first” he scoffs pulling a chair over to me
“Alright, you wanna know what inside a vagina feels like right?”
“Jesus, can you just say pussy or some shit”
“Same thing” he glared
“Okay well it’s not really sexy to just say vagina-
-“god Eddie, do you wanna know or not?” I can tell I’m testing his patience, I shut my lips, nodding eagerly
“Okay, so It’s like this- well like wet and really, really warm, almost like hot bath around your dick or a tight hug”—
“Wow, a hot bath thanks for the analogy Steve, I’ll make sure to take one when I get home”
He deadpans at me. “You asked me and I’m telling you, it’s hard to really explain other than a tight, wet warm hug. Oh!” he snaps his finger”-and sometimes it’ll tighten around your cock when she’s about to cum and holy shit dude— you better hold your load because the first time I had sex, it lasted about 10 seconds” My eyes widen
“WHAT!?” I shout before him shushing me “King Steve was a minute man?”— I joke
“Hey I said at first, when you get used to having sex your stamina gets better and for me personally”— he leans in “I can last approximately 45 minutes and 27 seconds” he sits back proudly
Cocky bastard.
Shit.
How long will I last? Will jerking off more boost my stamina?
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Since that afternoon I did as much research as a I could, making a DIY sponge fleshlight.
That was a fail, got carpet burn.
Even bought condoms from the corner store, didnt know what size i was so, i grabbed all 4 boxes
Practicing my stroke game, using my pillow as a hole.
Down. Glide. Up. Down. Guide up.
Ow, fuck, cramp, cramp
This shits hard. My back hurts.
Throwing away the 8th used condom of the day, tossing myself in my desk chair, forehead sweaty, wrists throbbing; hearing my phone go off
FaceTime from Crush🖤
“Ah, fuck”— grabbing a shirt, wiping off the excess sweat off my skin, putting my pants back on, setting the phone up on my night stand, grabbing the guitar quickly setting it on my lap— “Hey! Sweetheart, what’s up, what are you up to?”
“I could ask you the same thing why is your face so red?” She asks giggling, laying on her tummy, tits spilling out , kicking her socked feet from behind
“Just took a hot shower is all”
“But your hairs not wet?” you give me a suspicious look, “Oh yeah, I just tied it up..sooo still want me over tomorrow?”
“Hell yeah! I picked up cookie dough the edible kind because I know you like that anddddd”- she reaches over her phone to grab something—“I rented whole stab franchise for a throwback”- showing me her laptop screen
“Well, that sounds like a party to me”
“You got that right..” She replies, biting her lip as if I didn’t notice,- “Anywaysss, just calling to remind you, see you tomorrow im tired, goodnight dummy *mwah*
She always ends our calls with a kiss on screen
Fuck I’m hard again
“Can’t wait sweetheart, sweet dreams” ending the call, looking down at my bulge
Welp, gotta jerk off again
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Friday. THE day I might lose my virginity to the sexiest girl in school. My best friend.
I wake up earlier than usual, do my morning ritual, a joint. My nerves making me shower twice.
Should I shave?
Would she care?
A little trim wouldn’t hurt
May or may have not nicked my balls. Not too bad, maybe she won’t notice. Finding my nicest pair of jet black jeans I own, I only wear ‘em for special occasions and a wife beater? Nah that’s too much right? A flannel would help. Yeah. Definitely.
Hey I look kinda good, checking myself out in the mirror
Alright, wallet, keys, condoms, I glance over at the cuffs on the wall. Can’t forget those, stuffing them in my back pocket
My palms are sweaty, fuck even my ass is sweating.. 3 cigarettes already in, on my way to her house; of course I have a bad fucking hair day today, so I just opted for a low bun.
Before I could even knock, you open the door my jaw already on the floor
“Hi dummy!” You jump giving me a hug, pulling me inside.
What the hell is she wearing
A transparent green knitted, cropped sweater
is that her nipple I see? Those goddamn Nike shorts are doing her a favor—“Someone’s excited to see me?” Kicking off my shoes
“I’m always excited to see you.. also nice hair”
and neck goddamn, what is hell is he wearing you think, already feeling horny from the sight of my neck being so exposed
those jeans are doing his fine ass a favor
fuck I’m wet already
“Come on, already got it all set up for us”
“Lead the way princess” following behind you
I need to bite those fuckin legs.
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We always sit like this on movie nights. Me against your headboard, back against my chest. I don’t remember how it started but I love it.
“Didn’t David Arquette also play in Spree?”
I squint back at the tv, “Uh yeah yeah he did, he was Kurt’s dad I think”
She replies with a mouthful “omyeah”
My hands have been holding both sides of her hips the whole time, occasionally rubbing them with my thumbs; every time I do it your breath picks up
Something else is about to be up—
“Huh?”
“Did you even hear me? You’ve been zoning out a lot recently”, you say sitting crisscross
“Something on your mind Ed’s?”
Gulp
“No no just— “ sigh
“Yeah, you. You’ve been on my mind.”
She smiles looking down, cocking her head to the side
“Oh yeah? Been thinking about me have you?” She grins
“You have no idea. ”
My breath hitches when you straddle me
Fuck me
“Wanna tell me these thoughts you’ve been having?” she asks twirling a piece of my bang
Remember what Steve said, sweet talk her
“Why don’t I just show you pretty girl”
Her smirk instantly falls, cheeks crimson “shit.. okay”
Running my hand up your thighs firmly, wrapping my arm around your lower back, my free hand pulling your face closer into my lips. “Like that baby?”
Who the fuck are you she thinks
“Fuck, yeah kiss me again”, I stare blankly until my eyes turn to pure lust, pushing her down to her back climbing on top to ease my tongue back into her mouth, my hips grinding into yours, hearing you whimper…
You’d think that’d make me harder but it’s when you grind back into me that did it
“You’re so beautiful you know that baby?.. fuck been missing these lips for weeks..”
“Shit, me too, been needing you so close to my body recently it’s been killin me,” she whines, rubbing her hands down my chest
—“that’s why I asked you to come over, could tell you were feeling me too”
You’re right about that, I mumble sucking your neck,
I’ve practiced giving myself hickies on my arms freshmen year.
Eddie, score
“That tank top Eddie.. t-take off the flannel let me see you? Please?” You ask giving me doe eyes. I sit up eagerly throwing it about, she sits up on her elbows, throwing off her sweater
The goddamn groan I let out
Jesus Christ
You lie back down bashfully covering yourself
A whore being shy huh?
“Whattt? She asks feeling self conscious,
“You’re..fuck.. just let me get a closer look please?” I plead, you nod shyly
Squeezing your breasts hard in my palm, licking my lips, nipping them, kissing them, hearing you gasp “holy shit -
“What??”
I do it again, in combination with my tongue, She doesn’t stop me she moans, making me feel bolder, “ Lemme take these off?” My thumbs already ready to yank your shorts down
You don’t answer
“Hey, it’s just me you know you’re beautiful to me, right?”
“Yes..you can take em off” she whispers
Thinking it’d be hot to yank them down quick like those sex movies
I try it..
“Ow! Fuck what the hell?” She jerks
I didn’t know she had the goddamn drawstring tied. , “Ow..you pout rubbing your hip, “Shit I’m sorry! I’m sorry”
I’m already fucking up, “It’s okay.. it’s just tied” she says undoing them pulling them off herself, holding her hands in her lap
I lean down to kiss both hips as an apology, looking up at you slowly undoing your hands
Cute little hair she has
“Can I um..”
She looks down at me gaining back her confidence, “You wanna eat me don’t you?” My eyes widen, gripping her side, “Yesss.. really bad” but I don’t know how to —
“Can I see you too?” again with that lip bite
“Of course” okay.. here goes nothing whispering to myself , yanking my jeans and all down in one swift motion, staring at the spot on the ceiling
You scoff with the sour look, “Oh my god”
WHAT WHAT WHAT
“You’re packing Eddie”
“Oh..thank fuck, really? I wouldn’t say that but..” I sit back in front of her
“Can I touch it?” You ask still staring at my cock
-..But I wanna taste you.. what if we..you lay on me but backwards..? Like 69?” I recommend
She nods eagerly, nervously but very excited, “Okay.. just don’t look at my asshole.. there’s a spot on it that looks like I didn’t wipe but it’s not what you think! It’s a freckle..”, I chuckle, rubbing your cheek nodding
Laying down flat, you swing your legs over my face
Oh god fuck, “Such a pretty pussy” i mumble
Suck a pretty cock you think
You’re both horny as fuck, both licking on each other immediately —“Jesus fuck!” I shout, hearing and feeling you choke on my dick
“Y/n, y-you done this before?”
“Yeah—“
Damnit.
-“But it was with a guy at my old school, said I was the best head he ever had” , you say rubbing my balls
Hot.
Okay Eddie do what feels right
so that’s the clit? how cute
Bringing my lips around your nub, licking you, tasting you, “Oh god why do you taste so good, you smell so..sweet?”
“Was that a question?” You ask popping my dick outta your mouth
“No, no just the sweetest pussy I’ve never tasted”-
the only pussy I’ve ever tasted
I’ve never smelt anything like this, I think I’m addicted
Flicking my tongue a few time feeling you react in a high pitched moan, sucking and massaging it lightly, my eyes flutter spotting your ass hole winking at me
“Holy shit” she’s pretty everywhere
“What?”
“You have such a pretty ass” blurting out
“Eddie! I told you not to look!” She whines trying to climb off, “Shut up I do what I want”saying firmly, pulling you back down by your thighs; sticking my pointer finger in your cunt,
so that’s the squeeze Steve was talking about
“Ohmyg— fuckk yes please” she vibrates around me, a guttural moan purging from my throat, curling my finger like they said —
“Oh! Fuck yes keep doing that Eddie baby please”—
“I am, I am baby you just suck my dick”—
Holy shit who am I—
“-Eddie I think I’m gonna cum yep, I’m gonna cum..”—
“Wait really?”
“Yes!”
“Really?” Asking again “YES EDDIE SHUT UP AND KEEP GOING, FUCK”—
Thrusting faster, licking faster I feel your wetness roll down and down into my mouth instantly making me cum in yours
“Fuck baby like that, fuck did you..just swallow?—“ I ask but you proceed to keep sucking-“OKAY OKAY, stop, s-shit!”
Pleading trying to stop you from overstimulating me further, “Shit.. sweetheart, that dude was right, that was the best head I’ve ever got”
The only head I’ve ever got
She lays back down beside me with a large grin,” Was that your first time getting head? You came so fast for me”
Lie.
Not replying I get up, finding the condom in my Jean pocket, “What’re ya doing?” You ask with a questioned expression, “Condom?” I hold up “Oh, oh yeah yeah right duh”—
Fuck I forgot with which way it goes on— got it
Turning back to you, cock still hard, nudging your core
You give me a small smile, watching me hesitantly about to slip my tip in
“Wait! Wait!”-
“What? Sorry, I didn’t ask”—
“Eddie I need to tell you something..”
“Yeah?”
“I can tell you definitely know what you’re doing but I just.. be gentle because I’ve never done this before..”
never done this before, never done this before
I stare like a deer in headlights, the weight off my shoulders lifted. I laugh sarcastically to myself , “That’s, well.. I should probably tell you I’ve never done it either.. like ima”—
“Virgin too?”
“Yeah, surprise?” feeling embarrassed, “How did I not know that? We tell each other everything” shrugging, “Not sure, but I’m glad you told me before I stuck ya”
“Ew don’t say stuck me weirdo”
“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing at all, I had to ask Steve for advice.. I figured you would know more I mean since you wanted my handcuffs”-, you bite your lip, head shaking
“I said that because, I figured you’d know how to use em”
“There actually just for decoration sweetheart, looked kinda metal”, we laugh in awe with each other , “But here we are..” I say biting the skin on my lip—
“Yeah here we are” you look back up at me, hopeful, “Do you wanna stop?”
“No..do you wanna stop?”
“Nah, been hoping you’d be my first actually”, you blush at my statement pulling me down for a deep kiss , “Let’s do it..”
“..but what if I cum too fast? that would be humiliating”—
- “I understand how it works.. don’t feel bad if you do, I promise I won’t laugh Ed’s” she squeezes my hand lovingly
My heart is erect
I nod, looking over all of you again, spreading your thighs a little wider, “I’ll go slow”
Furrowing my brows in consentration, slipping my tip in, surprisingly not easy mother fuck—
“Holy fuck you’re so-
“Tight? I know I have a hard time fingering my self as is”
“Why would you tell me that at this very second,” I try not to laugh, holding my shit together, “that’s so hot by the way,” bottoming you out, we gasp in sync
“Oh god”-
“What?”
“Holy god”—
“What!?? You alright?” She asks , “I’m about to cum already”—
“I told you, it’s okay”
“I know but that’s so embarrassing”
You clench around me on purpose, suddenly your eyes widen, feeling a warmth from inside, while also hearing me grunt almost in pain above you
Silence.
“Im so sorry fuck,” pulling out, shocked at how full my condom is, “Did you cum?”, she scrunches her nose, “No silly”
“But you squeezed me?”
“Yeah but, I didn’t have an orgasm”
Fucking Steve
-“But Steve said when a girl cums she clenchs around us” explaining further—
“First off, I’m gonna need you to not take advice from Steve and second, I mean according to my girlfriends we do.. it’s like a few squeezes but apparently we really squeeze for a long time when we do cum? Maybe even shake? I’m not sure but I think I’d know when I felt it”
Well shit
He looks like a sad puppy this won’t do you think
“But hey, we can try again right? Don’t be embarrassed if anything it’s kinda hot”
“Really?”
“I mean yeah, I made you cum in under like 1 second, biggest ego boot ever” you lighten the mood, nudging my shoulder smiling at me, pulling me for another kiss, “Don’t ever tell anyone that” holding my forehead to yours
You smirk, holding your pinky up “I promise”, Interlocking mine, noticing your body shifted closer, staring at your lips, “Let me try again Sweetheart” your eyes also on mine, nodding, crawling back to you, chasing your touch, taking each others breath—
Was that a car door??
“Is someone here?”
“Honey we’re home!”
FUCK, not now!!
(again recommend you listen to Wet dreamz by Jcole; it’s a bop)
reblogs appreciated // this was fun. let me know your thoughts? I do realize the smut was kinda rushed? Should there be a part 2? Suggestions? Comments? Feel like I should have kept going for them to restart again but I dunno🤷🏽‍♀️
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awesomerextyphoon · 8 months
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Tony: What the fuck is that smell?!
You: It's the Red Line.
Tony: Does it always smell like this?
Steve: New York's worse.
Bucky: How the fuck did that happen?
You: Classism, Racism, Divestment from Infrastructure...
Tony: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why am I here, though?
You: Our informant insisted on telling you the codes in person, and Bucky refused to take the limo or Uber.
Tony: Fucking Hells, Tinman! You wanted to see me suffer, didn't you?!
Bucky: Very much so.
Steve: Tony, it's only one ride.
You: He's only like this cuz doesn't have much control of this environment. It's going to be fine. Millions of people go through this everyday.
Tony: It still sucks. And how much does the audio system has to sound off?
Bucky: Maybe you do something about it.
You: Like maybe helping cities with their transit systems? I have some designs and user interface specs.
Tony: Seriously?
You: If you're interested.
Steve: We do need to work on our Public Image, Tony.
You: Especially after what happened near South Bend.
Tony: ...Fine.
You: Yay!!
Tony: This informant better be worth it.
----
Nat: What's this about a 'Stark Transit Initiative?
You: I finally got Stark to take public transit.
Wanda: You that entire thing could've done over Zoom.
You: True. But no way in Hell he's finding out. Right, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?
F.R.I.D.A.Y: I heard nothing. Tony sees nothing.
You: Perfect.
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ellethespaceunicorn · 3 months
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Don't Take Your Eyes Off It
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Title: Don’t Take Your Eyes Off It
Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI
Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 
Word Count: 1.5K
Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!
Warnings: Daddy kink, pet name (Sweets), praise kink (slightly), ass worship, butt plug, anal fingering, first time *romantic* anal, creampie
A/N: Based on this poll, Steve Rogers won. Submission for @the-slumberparty’s Eight Types of Love February 2024 Sleepover Challenge (Eros-sexual passion). Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 
Dividers by: @saradika
Support/Reblog banner by me
Cover Art by me
Spotify Playlist
My Masterlist
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His fingers glide across the skin of your shoulder blade as sunlight cascades over your beautiful brown skin while you sleep on your stomach. He marvels at how you seem to glow in the rays of the morning sun. Leaning in, he places a chaste kiss on your lips, trying his best to wake you gently.
You grumble, the weight of his kiss just enough to pull you from a deep slumber. 
“What was that, Sweets?” Steve’s sultry baritone invades your consciousness and you open your eyes.
“I said, ‘five more minutes’,” you plead, pouting up at Steve and hoping he would give you a break after seeing your tired eyes.
No such luck.
“Nice try, Sweets. You know what today is, right?” he asks, peppering kisses to the top of your bonnet-covered hair.
“It’s...Wednesday?” you guess, trying your best to get back to REM sleep.
“Yes, technically, it is Wednesday. It’s also…” he trails off, waiting for the pieces to click into place in your mind.
You lift your head, locking eyes with Steve. For three whole seconds, you just look at him with a confused expression on your face until it hits you. “It’s Valentine’s Day!” you chuckle, and playfully swat at him.
“Now, she’s cooking with gas. I thought it was gonna take you all day to figure it out,” he jokes, laughing as you roll your eyes at him.
You turn around in bed and swing your legs over the edge. Reaching up to untie your hair, your braids cascade down your back. Peeking over your shoulder, you catch Steve watching you while one of his hands runs through his golden tresses.
“Caught ya looking, Daddy,” you tease before standing and walking around the bed to his side. He reaches out to touch you, but you pull back at the last second. “Unh-uh! Not until tonight. I got something special planned for you.”
“Something special, huh? Well, I can’t wait. But I guess I will have to, won’t I?” he guesses, standing up from the bed to tower over you. He lifts his hands in surrender after you point a manicured finger at him. “Hands to myself, I promise. For now,” he flirts, walking around you to go into the bathroom to shower.
While Steve is in the shower, you mentally run down your checklist of things for tonight. Your new pink glass buttplug, check! New red lace lingerie, check! You had everything planned down to the last detail and you were very excited to see Steve’s reaction. Now, all that was left was to get everything ready while Steve was away for the day.
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Steve comes back to your darkened apartment that night, surprised to see a trail of red rose petals and vanilla-scented tea lights leading him to the bedroom. He stoops down to grab the card that was left near the door.
‘Daddy, 
Come and unwrap your present.
-Sweets’
Making his way along the petaled path, he reaches your slightly ajar bedroom door. Pushing it open, he is greeted by you kneeling in the center of the bed. A red rose hairclip holds the right side of your braids back, and the red lace bodysuit you wear hugs all of your curves perfectly.
You take in the way Steve looks at you like you hung the moon. His ocean eyes darken as he takes in your scent, your favorite perfume lingering in the air. 
“Hi, Daddy. Happy Valentine’s Day,” you hum, making your way to where Steve stands at the foot of the bed. “Why don’t you join me? You can put these big, strong hands to use,” you slide your arms around his neck and instinctually, his hands go to your waist.
Leaning down to claim your lips, he doesn’t hold back teasing his tongue along the seam of your mouth. Once you let him in, he takes control of the kiss. Swallowing down your whimpers and moans, he cups the back of your head and nibbles your bottom lip.
Breaking the kiss, he laughs lowly when you try and follow his lips. “I think I was promised a gift, Sweets. Now, what might that be?” he muses, his fingertips moving along the red lace until he comes upon a pebbled nipple.
You take his hand and guide it to where the gusset of your bodysuit would be, now drenched with your slick. You nod and he explores your soft folds through the crotchless lace. He knows how to play you like a damn fiddle. Gathering your moisture and applying just the right amount of pressure to your bundle of nerves.
Within moments, he has your legs weak while he gives your clit some much-needed attention. His other hand goes to your chin so that you look up at him as he brings you over the edge. You fight to keep your eyes open as the chains of orgasm are broken, your throbbing pussy creaming his hand.
“Such a good girl for me. God, you’re perfect, Sweets,” he praises, still unaware of what you have in store for him as he takes off his tie and goes to unbutton his shirt.
“Daddy, I have a surprise for you. I’ve been working all day long on it,” you chime in, biting your lip as you cup Steve’s erection through his slacks.
“You go ahead and show me that surprise, now,” he encourages, watching intently as you turn around and present yourself to him with your ass in the air. His hand goes to your hip, slowly moving toward your ample backside. Groping your ass, he finds something he had hinted at only weeks ago. “Oh, fuck. Look at this adorable little plug. Have you been wearing this all day, Sweets?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’ve been stretched around it all day long. I wanted you to have something no one has had before. It’s all yours,” you say, wiggling your hips to show off your toy.
“You are such a good girl for wearing it all day,” he murmurs, taking the lube that was delicately placed on the bed earlier by you. Dripping the liquid between your cheeks, he spreads it generously around your plump globes. He lays a few slaps to each cheek and moves some of the lube between your cheeks to tease the toy in and out of you slightly.
“Daddy, please,” you beg, growing ever so impatient now that Steve is teasing you.
“Shhh, it’s okay, Sweets. Let’s just get this pretty plug out of here,” he purrs, pulling out the toy and watching as your hole tightens up a bit. He uses one finger to explore you, graduating to two and three fingers when you take him in so well. Soon, the wet squelch of lube as he fingers you is the loudest sound in the room, even over your moans. 
With three fingers inside you, Steve uses the other hand to unzip his pants. Pulling out his red, weeping dick, he squeezes the base and coats it in the excess lube that has accumulated. Lining up to your opening, he pushes in slowly until you engulf his tip. The hard part is over as he slides into the hilt.
He waits until you start to wriggle under his hands to begin a languid pace, slow as molasses in January. Your hand snakes down to your forgotten pussy, shiny and slick with a mixture of your arousal and lubricant. Your fingers stimulate your clit as Steve takes you apart from the inside.
You’ve never felt so fully taken before, the stretch of his massive member adding to the sacred friction. As soon as your fingers take you over the edge, you notice how intense this orgasm is. You moan into the bedsheets as your cunt shudders and your asshole clamps down around Steve.
“Fuuuuuck, good girl. That felt so fucking good, Sweets. Don’t think I can last much longer with you coming so hard on my dick like that,” he ponders aloud, quickening his pace to chase his release.
As he pounds into you from behind, he reaches around to finger your pussy while his palm rubs your sweet spot. When he can sense you getting closer and closer to the edge, he pulls his fingers from inside you and plays with your clit.
“Be my good girl and cum with me, Sweets. Fuck, I can feel it right now. You ready for it baby?” he persuades, fucking into you while you moan non-stop. 
“Yes, please. I’m ready for your cum, Daddy,” you cry out, your climax pulling you over the edge, tumbling straight into Steve’s release. You can feel every spurt of spunk painting your delicate inner walls while he throbs inside you.
Coming down, he lets his deflating length slip out and directs you to lie down before climbing on the bed next to you. Wrapping you up in his arms, he kisses your forehead and isn’t surprised when he soon hears the soft snores escaping you.
He’s more than content to wait to give you his gift. He smiles, remembering the velvet box in his suit jacket pocket in the other room. He can wait a bit longer to hear you say yes.
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A/N: Alright, well, I haven’t written for Steve Rogers in over 12 years. I hope this was good. I would love to hear what y’all think. The title is taken from ‘Rocket’ by Beyoncé.
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hearts4court · 4 months
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megamindsecretlair · 10 months
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Room 1918
Cross posted on @megamindssecretlair
Pairing: Nomad Steve x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Dominance, breeding kink, unprotective p in v, fingering fem receiving, biting, cum play, blow job, and dirty talk.
Word Count: 3,569k
Summary: After the troubling events of Civil War, Steve is constantly on the move. But even a super soldier has needs. He just so happened to fall for your charms and you promptly fell into an arrangement. At each hotel you meet at, you reserve Room 1918 and wait for him.
A/N: What can I say, I'm toasted and feral AF for Nomad Steve and just kept writing. Apologies in advance if I missed warnings or offend anyone.Not beta'd or proofread all that well, it's almost 5am for me. LOL. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to support writers!
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He’s late. You pace back and forth in front of the window, peeking out every so often. You bite your lip as you think about all the reasons he could be late. The feds caught up to him, he was killed, or some emergency. You think about turning on the TV but the thought of seeing his face plastered on the news makes you sick. 
In between your worries, you’re also excited. Your skin iss sensitive already. You anticipate all the wicked things Steve will do to you tonight. You blow out a breath and look out of the window one more time. 
A knock on the door makes you jump. Your heart races as you cross the dark navy carpet towards the door. You look through the peephole and see a familiar bearded figure with a cap on his head. Still, per his instructions anyway, you call out, “Who’s there?” 
“It’s me,” his deep voice rumbles from the other side. You smile and open the door. Steve stands before you in dark jeans, gray shirt, and a black hoodie. His cap is pulled low over his brow and his beard is growing out. He has a full and proper beard this time, most likely to fool security cameras.
You lean your head on the hotel door and just drink him in. Even in casual clothes, he looks every inch the super soldier you know him to be. Your cheeks warm as you objectify him. His broad shoulders barely fit through the frame as he walks in. 
He pushes past you smelling like sandalwood and soap and man. He is at least a foot taller. He towers over you. He sniffs at you as he brushes past looking down and looking you over. 
You’re wearing a baby pink robe with black trimming. The bottom slightly flared to accommodate your wide hips and it was trimmed in faux mink. It contrasted perfectly with your russet skin. The dim hotel lights make your skin glow and you hope the glitter was showing. But the dark look in his blue eyes let you know that it didn’t matter. He is devouring you in one look. 
“You are a treasure,” he says. 
You giggle softly and close the door behind him. You lock the door and stand before him and let him look his fill.
He takes off his cap and throws it onto the mahogany dresser. His hair is darker, the blond more akin to brown now. His hair is longer too, runaway strands landing into his pretty face. 
“You broke our rule,” he grumbles. His brows draw down, scowling at you.
“Which one?” 
“I could see you from the parking lot, looking out of the window. You can’t do that. If someone catches you…”
“They won’t. No one knows about us. We’ve been careful,” you say. You approach him until you are chest to chest. 
“All the same. Don’t look out of the window. Someone could see, or someone could harm you. These windows aren’t that effective.”
You roll your eyes. You did not wait a whole fucking month to hear a lecture about safety and evasion tips. All you had were stolen moments. One day of being in his arms. The other days, there was no communication. Full and total blackout. You anxiously awaited news that he was captured or killed. Until the next time he hit up your email. 
You set up a joint email account and communicated via the draft folder. He’d send you a city and you’d book a flight. Since you worked for yourself, there was no one to answer to but yourself. Your friends and family just thought you liked to travel. They called you lucky.
You were dating a ghost. And every day he was on the run, was another day you could never be together. And it hurt. 
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asks. 
“I promise I won’t look out of the window next time,” you say. 
“Did you roll your eyes at me?” His voice pitches lower and he scowls even further at you. He spoke slowly as if you hadn’t heard him the first time. A tingle shoots up your legs. 
“Yes, I did,” you say. You raise your eyebrow at him.
Steve sighs and rubs his beard. “I’m not in the mood,” he says. 
You coo and closed the remaining distance, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. “I can fix that,” you say. You trail your hands lower, moving your hands over his jeans. A noticeable bulge grows under your exploring hands and you rub him over his jeans.
Steve grabs your wandering hands in one hand and narrows his eyes at you. His blue eyes are scalding. You would’ve flinched if it didn’t just turn you on. The Steve that stayed hidden away was swimming to the surface. The side of him that he kept hidden was there. 
“I said I’m not in the mood. You’re taking dangerous risks. I won’t risk you,” he says. 
“It’s not dangerous, Steve. I promise. I just…I miss you so fuckin’ much,” you say. 
“That doesn’t mean you can put yourself at risk. You know you belong to me. What would I do without these days I get to see you?” He asks.
He’s right of course, the arrogant prick. “I won’t do anything to risk that, Steve,” you say. An attitude creeps into your tone and you know the moment you fucked up. His eyebrows shoot up at the same time his hands squeezes yours. 
“Just for that, you don’t get your treat tonight. You’ll have to wait another month,” he says.
“Oh come on,” you whine. You know you sound annoying and you hated it. 
“Keep it up, I’ll make it two months.”
“Steve, please,” you say. You pout, sticking out your bottom lip and rounding your eyes. 
“Three months,” he says. His jaw clenches as he stares you down.
“Please Steve, I won’t make it that long,” you plead. 
“I don’t care.” He grabbs your jaw, squeezing your rounded face until your lips pucker. “I told you that I’m not in the mood. Get your ass on the bed, now,” he growls so close to your face that his breath fans over it. He pushes you away until you stumble back a bit.
You manage to lick your lips. Something bad happened today. It was either a close call or he failed to help someone. That whole other side was begging to be pushed. He thought he needed total obedience, but he needed to get worked up more. To push past that barrier and consume you body and soul. 
“Let me make it up to you,” you say. You approach him and slid to the floor to get on your knees. You move closer on your knees. You reach up for his jeans and unbuckle his belt. You tug it through the metal loop. As you work to free him, you keep your eyes on him. He’s so tall, he might as well be a giant. Especially while you were on your knees.
The mink at the bottom of your robe tickles your legs and only works to make your skin hyperaware. The hold the man had on you was like being drunk. Total loss of your control. Your head is fuzzy and you sway. And you overall feel so damn horny, you were nearly combusting.
“Let me earn back my months,” you say.
You palm him and he sighs. His eyes flutter closed as you work him up and down softly. Your hand glides over his velvety soft dick. The serum really increased everything about him. His thick length intimidates you. You’ve sucked him off before but every time required a pep talk.
You lick the head of his dick, painting your tongue with his precum. You swallow the head and lick back and forth over the tip. A groan leaves Steve as he throws his head back. You take him in further, swallowing him down. His hips jerk forward and he digs his hands into your hair.
He places his palm on your scalp and grabs your hair at the roots. He soon takes over, fucking your mouth as if you were nothing more than a hole to be used. He sets the rhythm and the pace, bouncing you up and down. You look at him as you hollow out your cheeks. 
Steve’s dick hits the back of your throat, causing you to choke a bit. Steve groans hearing your whimpers and moans and quiet pleas. Still, he is relentless. Your jaw hurts and tears gather in your eyes.
“That’s my dirty fuckin’ girl,” he says. “Suck that dick, baby.” His whispered commands make your pussy clench with vicious need. His balls slap your chin. He reaches down with his other hand to pull on your dark left nipple. It was his favorite nipple for some reason. Probably because it was slightly bigger than the right and you swore it was more sensitive. Every time he pinched you, it sent a straight shot of desire to your pussy. 
Your whimpers increase, creating a sexy symphony of carnal sounds. His harsh breaths mingle with your crying and soon he’s groaning. “Fuck, this mouth is gorgeous,” he moans.
Steve abruptly pulls out of your mouth with a growl. He grabs your arms and lifts you to your feet. He leans in and licks the tears off your cheek. Then he’s kissing you, stroking his tongue against yours. He grabs your face and moves you backward until your legs are hitting the bed.
“You’re gonna take this cum inside of you,” he say.
“Yes, Steve,” you huff. You rotate your jaw to get some feeling back into it. 
“You only earned one month back,” he say.
You open your mouth to speak but Steve’s eyes burns holy retribution. He finally snaps. He pushes you onto the bed. You hop once. He stares down at you and rubs his beard. You got the sense that he was trying to figure out the best way to attack you. 
He glares at you as he strips. His shirt and hoodie are off in one fell swoop and flung onto the floor. He shucks off his shoes and socks and relieves himself of his jeans and underwear.
Fuck, he was beautiful. Tanned skin, a glory trail down to his impressive dick. It bounces under your gaze and you lick your lips. 
“You better be fuckin’ wet,” he says. He rips open your robe, the snaps releasing at once. You learned your lesson with the button and latch ones. Your robes kept getting shredded with his inhuman strength. And you really like this one. 
You don’t wear anything underneath. Somehow you knew that tonight would be different. Whether it was a hunch or intuition, it came in handy tonight. His gaze roams over your body, sighing and cooing in pleasure.
“You’re really fuckin’ perfect,” he croons. He kept eye contact as he leans forward and over you, licking your tummy. You whimpers. His rough tongue was divine. Surely it was a crime to be this addicted to somebody. His every touch set your nerves on fire. 
Fresh arousal drips out of your pussy and you keen forward trying to get his attention. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of that needy little cunt for you,” he says. Oh god, you whimper. 
He climbs onto the bed, forgoing your usual treat of him eating you out. You hoped that after he got that post-nut clarity, he’d be all too happy to oblige. But knowing him, he’d stick to it out of spite. By simply knowing that you needed his lips on your pussy. 
As he came over you, he kisses you so sweetly. Feathering his kisses over your full, luscious lips. He kisses the side of your mouth and then your jaw. He licks a hot trail on your neck. 
Your hands came up to rub his back. He’s on fire. He’s a living furnace under your fingertips. His muscles contract and flex beneath your touch. 
“I’m gonna fill that needy cunt with my seed. I want you so full,” he growls in your ear. The subtle gravel in his voice makes you tingle all over. “I need you so badly. Please,” you beg. 
You’re not too proud to beg. Your pussy aches and feels empty. You need him to fill you up now.  You had a very low tolerance for just about everything. Least of all this weird middle between pleasure and pain. 
Steve denies you further. He continues to rain kisses on your chest, sucking on your titty and biting you. He licks the sting away and then latches on to your nipple. He sucks and teases the little bead between his teeth. He uses one hand to dig under you and grab on to your fat ass. 
He squeezes and growls in satisfaction. He uses his other hand to roll your other nipple with his fingers. You moan and writhe. You sigh. “Please, please, please,” you cry.
He kneads your breast and pinches your nipple. Then he switches sides. His mouth came over his favorite nipple and gave it just as much attention. Freezing hotel air hit your wet nipple and you shivered. His free hand came up to warm your titty once more. 
“Steve,” you beg. You couldn’t speak anymore. It was too much.
“That’s my filthy girl,” he says. He lowers his left hand to dance over your damp curls. You suck in a breath. He digs his finger between your pussy lips and sighs. You’e so wet, the sounds of which echoed in the silent room. 
“You’re making a mess over here, sweetheart,” he chides. You whimper and your legs shake. Your nails dig into Steve’s shoulders. He rubs your clit in agonizingly slow circles. Your arousal ramps higher and higher until your body begins to jerk and twitch. 
“Cum for me, dirty girl. Cum on my fingers,” he croons. 
You’re stuttering breaths and shaking so much that he leans down further until he is right on top of you. The solid weight of him made you come undone. He curls his fingers inside of you and you come with a powerful force, waves of please washing over you. Your body seizes as you come. 
Steve talks you down from it, calling you a pretty girl and beautiful and gorgeous. Each new adjective soaked into your brown skin, lighting you up from the inside. You absently rub his head, letting his silky tresses slip through your fingers. 
Your skin’s overheated. If it wasn’t for his body laying on top of yours, you would’ve been shivering from how incredibly cold you were. You sniffle as runaway tears escaped your eyes. 
Steve kisses your cheek, once again licking up the tears. He makes his way back to your mouth. He kisses you lazily. As if you had all the time in the world. He bites your bottom lip hard enough to sting. Then he licks it away. He leans back and sucks on his fingers. The fingers that were inside of you.
You smell your arousal on his fingers. Your breathing starts to settle as Steve sticks his fingers into your mouth. You taste yourself on his fingers and whimper. 
He leans up until he’s kneeling on the bed. He grabs your thighs and moves them to his hips so that he’s lined up perfectly. He pitches forward and lets his smooth dick rub your clit. You’re still a bit sensitive from your orgasm so you twitch on every up-slide. 
Then, he shoves in one full thrust. You’re so slippery, he slides in without resistance. You both moan at the contact. You’re finally full and fuck, it burns so good. He stays like that for a few moments as you acclimate to his size and girth. 
“Fuck. Your pussy feels so damn good,” he says. 
You whimper beneath him and move up and down, trying to signal without words that he needed to move. He pants above you. His floppy hair falls over his brow and half in his eyes. He licks his lips as he stares at you.
Oh, right. You tap his arm twice to let him know that you were okay and he could keep going. You found out pretty quickly that he was capable of rendering you catatonic. You needed a system that communicated through taps to let him know that you were down for everything he was doing. 
He leans forward and kisses you before sliding out of you and then sliding back in. “Such a messy, filthy girl. You’re making a mess all over my dick,” he says.
“Oh god, Steve,” you cry. You clench around his dick and you both groan. You grab onto his forearms and wrap your thick legs around his waist. He starts to piston inside of you, going so deep and hard that he’s hitting the shit out of your G spot. 
You hold on, bouncing on his dick. His balls slap against your ass. 
“Fuck, I’m going to give you all this cum, sweetheart. Tell me you want it,” he says.
“I want it so badly. Please fill me up, please.” 
A desperate need takes hold of you. He feels so good sliding in and out of you with ease. You truly are making a mess. He takes your wrists in his one palm and lifts them above your head until your breasts are on full display. His other hand grips your knee and pushes it back to get a better angle. Somehow, he’s able to go deeper and you make all kinds of incoherent sounds.
You’re pretty sure you’re gonna bruise in the morning. His grip is punishing, locking you into place. Steve chases his own orgasm, giving you no more thought as he closes his eyes and groane. His stomach contracts from the effort of gliding into you. 
“Take this fuckin’ cum, sweetheart. I want your pussy full of my cum. Only mine. Help me fill you up,” he grunts.
He thrusts harder, his thighs slapping against yours. You clench and clench around him, your belly burning with the need to cum. 
“I’m going to put a baby in that pussy of yours. I want your belly to be swollen,” he growl. 
“Oh fuck,” you scream. An orgasm rips through you. Sparks fly behind your eyelids. Your body convulses and twists and turns. Steve lets go of your wrists to hold himself up. He pumps three more times before bursting inside of you with a long, guttural moan. 
His hot seed squirts inside of you, bathing your insides. He pumps a few more times before dropping on top of you. He shakes and you rub his back. You touch every inch of him you could get your hands on. 
He withdraws and you make embarrassing squelching noises as he pulls out. His cum leaks out. You groan from the sensation. He leans up and away, leaning back on his haunches so he can grab your legs and spread them apart.
He surveys his handy work and lord help, but you were getting aroused again. He grunted in between his huffs. 
“You keep that fuckin’ cum inside you,” he growls. He dips his hand down to gather up the cum that slips out. Then he pushes it back inside of you, massaging your overworked pussy. 
“That’s my fuckin’ pussy, that I can use however I want right?” He asks.
“Yes, Steve,” you whisper. You shiver from him fucking his cum back into you. 
“You gonna keep this cum inside you? You gonna grow my baby?” He asks.
“Oh god, yes Steve,” you whine. 
This orgasm sneaks up on you. One minute he is adding a third finger inside of you and the next, you’re huffing and whining and whimpering again. He fucks you through it, moving his fingers in and out as you cry out. Your sweet cries flow over the walls and hit you back.
“So needy and filthy,” he says. 
As you come down, he grins at you for the first time that night. He licks his fingers as he gives you a devilish grin. 
“The things I’m going to do to you tonight,” he says wistfully. His eyes look over your deep russet skin, your big tummy, and juicy breasts. 
You yawn and he chuckles. “Thank you, sweetheart. Get some sleep, we’ve got a long night to make up for.”
Steve untangles himself from you, crossing the room to the bathroom. You curl up on your side as sleep tugs heavily. Steve returns with a washcloth to clean you up. You feel the cold circle of your arousal on the bed. It’s huge. You groan. You can’t believe that all of that came out of you. 
Steve takes care of himself with his own washcloth before laying down and pulling you into him. His warm chest hits your back and your ass hits his dick. You both sigh as you wiggle a bit. Steve tells you to behave. 
He wraps a massive arm around your waist and pulls you closer, his fingers curling underneath you. You’re locked in and aren't about to go anywhere. 
You fall into a deep, deep sleep curled up with the literal man of your dreams.
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There's more Steve to love! The Secret Nomad Steve Files
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h4rring1on · 2 years
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𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩.
warnings: angst but ends in fluff, swearing, billy being an absolute piece of shit, mentions of neil, that’s it please tell me if there’s something else !!
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y/n leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, watching as everyone partied. she never wanted to be here in the first place, but billy said he’s not going without her and she didn’t want to be alone for the night so she agreed
that decision was definitely something she was now regretting, billy was literally nowhere to be found. which left her alone, which was something she wasn’t planning on.
“looki looki, everyone!” tommy h. yelled as he walked up to her, “the queen is here”
“not today tommy…” y/n muttered as she looked around the crowd and tried to spot billy
“oh come on, loosen up! this isn’t how billy made ya” tommy said, making y/b raise na eyebrow
made her? who the fuck said he made her?
she stayed quiet, not wanting to start any trouble. relief washed over her face as she saw billy there, but her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of him.
he reeked of beer and was all sweaty with no shirt and just a plain denim jacket on him
“billy? can we go?” y/n asked as she pulled him aside
“why such a debbie downer? billy ain’t hitting it right?” tommy said
“shut the fuck up” billy suddenly yelled
“billy please…”
“oh my god you’re such an annoying bitch.” billy said, his words slurring as he stared at her right in the eye
y/n could feel her heart break. she wanted to spend her night at home with billy watching a movie together. but now, now she was being completely and utterly humiliated by billy in front of everyone.
not to mention, he just said something quite hurtful.
tommy and the other guys cheered for billy while y/n just walked away with tears in her eyes, she walked out of the house and started up the car.
“let’s see which annoying bitch is gonna take you home” she muttered under her breath, she was then startled by the sound of knocking on the window
she looked to see billy there, staring at her
“go away.” she yelled so he could hear her over the closed window
“please…please y/n let’s just talk about this” he yelled back
she then paused and opened the window, “talk about this? there’s nothing to talk about!” she yelled, “you completely embarrassed me in front of everyone! and for the record, you did not make me. i don’t know if you actually told your stupid friends that to boost your ego or some shit. but i was like this before you came along. so if i’m such an annoying bitch, too bad. go find another whore that you can ‘hit it right’ with.”
y/n was a little concerned when billy didn’t say anything back. he was always an asshole, so why wasn’t he yelling at her or something?
she could hear him sniffling
“billy?” she said, her voice low
“i’m sorry” he whispered, “i’m so sorry i just—there was this fight with neil and i wanted to feiger about it by drinking and i just—“
y/n quickly stepped out of the car and hugged him, “why didn’t you tell me?”
“you always worry and i just wanted to spend time with you but i couldn’t forget about it and—“ his sentence was cut off by a sob, worrying y/n even more
“hey, hey. shh, it’s okay” she said, trying to soothe him
“please don’t leave me” he whispered
“i’m not, i promise. i’m right here”
it was quiet for a few moments, but soon enough billy was calm again
“can i please sleep over at your house?” he asked
“of course” she smiled at him, “we can watch a movie too, your choice”
“god, i love you”
“i love you too”
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drytacomeat · 1 month
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𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲
My first series begins! It was actually inspired by a random prompt generator. I plan to make it 3 parts, and probably have smut. Sorry the header is ugly kinda. I’ll work on that.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Plus Size Black! Reader
Synopsis: Steve is suddenly unarmored by Y/n, and he is determined to get her to give him a chance.
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You couldn’t say you were one of them yourself, but today you did have ulterior motives. You actually needed to study for the third history exam this week. Your teacher was insane to be quite frank.
Despite that, the library was pretty packed with buzzing and gossiping girls. It was sweet you thought.
They didn’t really think the same about you, that was common knowledge.
You were about the only girl here who did not wear cute skirts and flattering sweaters. There also were not many bigger girls at this school. Layering being black, fat, and not your average styled girl was a recipe for being an outcast.
You tried your best though, and you figured the people that truly mattered around here liked you. You were a good person who did good things. You also gave discounts to any parents who had kids also in high school for your babysitting services.
Some of those parents really needed to be cut some slack, and their kids would come to you for thanks. You’d built quite the reputation, so, no, you weren’t bothered much despite odds being against you in little Hawkins.
You weren’t noticed much either though, at least not until this beautiful Spring day that you decided to sit by the window of the library so you could watch the surroundings.
“Hey, do you work here by any chance?” Steve Harrington asked you with a look of desperation. He completely yanked you out of your own daydream.
You couldn’t help but scrunch your face because what the actual fuck?
“No, I’m a student here…we have been in school together since kindergarten. I’m in the same history class as you,” you shook your head and looked back down to your book. You wished you would have took the extra 2 minutes to look for your Walkman this morning.
“Oh, I‘ve—um—never seen you around here before,” his eyebrows shot up and his lips curled inwards like he was actually trying to think.
“Probably just weren’t looking for me,” you responded lowly.
He just shrugged.
“Well, you’re the only one over here, so maybe you could help me out?” he somewhat smiled.
“Depends on what you need “King Steve”,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Don’t—whatever. Can you just tell me where the history books are?”
You pointed towards the back of the library, and to your luck, he didn’t ask for more. He would have to search more, but by the time he would come back to the table for further instruction, you would be gone.
You quickly grabbed your items and walked away. So much for studying.
As you began to make it near the library exit, you questioned as to how he could just not know you? The school was not big enough for that honestly. You didn’t necessarily stick out aside from the obvious because you were relatively but still.
Now, you were usually never one to go by rumors as you had heard so many about yourself that were just blatant lies, but there were a lot about Steve. Some of those rumors were even proven to be true by one of your closest friends who happened to actually date him, Nancy Wheeler. Still, maybe “King Steve” was just all caught up in his mousse slicked head. Maybe he was just an asshole.
Just as you walked out the double doors, you bumped into dickhead Tommy Hagen and his girl, Carol.
“Watch where you’re going fat-ass,” he spat, and Carol threw her shoulder in such a bitchy way that it made you inwardly cringe.
As usual, you did not respond. You just went on about your day.
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Steve had been racking his mind that whole day. How could he not have known you? If you had been in school together since kindergarten, there was no way he just could not know you. You weren’t just the typical Indy girl. No, you dressed differently, and in his opinion, you looked quite different, as well. Not that he saw anything wrong with that.
He had seen your interaction with Tommy and Carol that day and cringed a little himself. You had definitely been a target of the two at least once before then, so that made him really wonder as to how he never noticed you before. Well, he never really noticed any of the people Tommy and Carol bothered because they bothered everybody really.
He tried not to think of it too much really. Him getting his ass handed to him almost every time he fought could be to blame for this memory clog.
It’s just that after that moment, he started to see you everywhere now.
He saw you in the cafeteria, in the school parking lot, at the vending machine, at the water fountains immediately after lunch. He saw you walk into your classes (he could probably wring your schedule out if he tried hard enough now), and he even saw you in the gym after school. He didn’t think you played any sports. Not necessarily because of how you looked, but because other people knew how you looked. There was no doubt you would experience mistreatment, unless you were absolutely perfect at whatever you did.
He had been seeing you so much the past two weeks. He would think you were doing it on purpose, but you seemed to show no interest in him when he asked for help in the library. He also only saw you doing absolutely normal things around school as well and not paying attention to him whatsoever.
Over the time, he started to take notice to your wardrobe. You never wore bright colors. Every color you wore was muted and…dull. You also never wore skirts. Ever. It was spring, and you wore no skirts. What kind of Hawkins girl are you? He figured you accessorized well enough, even though he knew nothing about that sort of thing.
He always found his eyes on you all of a sudden, and he didn’t know why. You were nothing like any girl he was ever involved with.
•••
If he hadn’t agreed to taking this scrunchy little kid to his little middle school dance, he might have gotten over this abrupt infatuation sooner than later.
“Sorry, Steve. I left my bike here earlier because my mom picked me up, and I just don’t want it to get stolen or anything,” Dustin explained as they both pulled into the Wheeler residence.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s not too out of the way,” Steve shrugged.
Dustin quickly scrambled out of the car to go after his bike.
As someone made their way out of the front door, he averted his attention from the boy.
It…it was you! What the actual fuck were you doing here? And you had on a dress! It was a little maroon number with black lace trimmings around it. He had never seen any girl wear a dress like that, but then again, he didn’t pay attention to what they were wearing for too long.
You had your hair done up into some sort of braids that he was sure you did not have in earlier, and you had on makeup. Simple look, but makeup nonetheless.
You looked really fucking pretty, and Steve was losing his mind.
Steve’s eyes lingered maybe a little longer than they should have until Dustin jumped back into the car.
“Sorry that took so long. Come on, Steve. You have to floor it because I cannot be late!” Dustin panicked.
Steve nodded and reversed the car, still looking in your direction. Nancy was following behind you now.
No way. Were you friends with Nancy this whole time?
You were absolutely confusing his mind.
He emptied his head as he watched Dustin enter the gym after near drowning himself in cologne.
Steve could not believe that he was here in this moment. Driving a little scraggly kid around and actually enjoying it. He was really starting to grow fond of the little guy. A lot of things in his life was just starting to scramble around.
•••
The day after those kids’ little dance, Dustin was absolutely talking Steve’s ear off.
“—and then this girl danced with me!” Dustin spoke causing Steve to completely zone in.
“What? A girl danced with you, Henderson?” Steve’s eyebrows raised, “I told you man!”
Dustin cheesed widely.
“Yeah, she was-actually you might know her! She’s in high school!” he faced Steve excitedly.
“High school?” Steve now raised his brows more.
“Yes! High school, Steve! She babysits for the Wheeler’s so I kind of know her, but that does not change the fact that I looked like the coolest motherfucker there!” he yelled.
“Hey, watch it,” Steve said, sternly eying the boy. Dustin just sat there staring Steve down for a second before they both burst out laughing.
“Okay, well, there’s a lot of girls in high school, Henderson. What’s she look like?” Steve asked.
“Uhm, probably a few inches shorter than you. She’s…well…she’s black, and she’s just really pretty. She had her hair in these braids and stuff,” he rambled while moving around more before he accidentally spilled his can of soda.
“Aw, fuck, Henderson!” Steve yelled quickly reaching down to grab the can.
“Sorry,” Dustin cowered.
Steve just threw down some napkins he so conveniently had on his dashboard into the mess. He made sure to floor it too.
“Sorry about your car, Steve,” Dustin frowned as they pulled up to his house now, “I get my allowance on Monday! I can help pay for cleaning or something maybe.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Steve rolled his eyes and shooed Dustin sassily.
Dustin hopped out quickly, and Steve was about to drive off until he recalled the conversation he had before this. He wanted to know what high school girl now got the privilege of being the middle school gossip topic for the next week or so.
“Henderson!” he yelled out, “What was the name of that girl that graced you with a little dance?”
“Oh! Uh, Y/n!”
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Steve actually scraped his brain that entire weekend. He did not know anyone who went by the name Y/n, but it had sounded familiar.
He felt like his mind was actually leaving him at this point.
•••
That next day at school, Steve had been watching you the whole day, yet again. You were always just around, and nothing was clicking in his poor little mind.
As he noticed you more, he noticed that everyone seemed to know you. You interacted with a huge variety of people. Despite your size, which is something most of the kids here are super petty and judgmental about, no one ever really bothered you, except for Tommy and Carol.
He found that strange.
Speaking of, he sat in the school cafeteria berating Tommy about not eating his meatloaf and how he should’ve gave it to him.
Once he looked away from his tray, he noticed you were standing in front of his table, running a conversation with the cheerleaders. You talked to them effortlessly, and it looked as if you all were friends.
He couldn’t help but berate himself for having the mentality that it’s a shock people treat you kindly.
As he sulked on his poor judgement. Carol stood up and apparently bumped into you. You quickly turned around to apologize as she was turning around as well.
This caused you to drop the vanilla pudding cup in your hand to the floor. Steve’s brows jumped as he inspected the situation.
You were frantically apologizing as Carol was dramatically gasping.
“You bitch!” she yelled and notified the entire cafeteria. Everyone’s attention was on you now, and you were cringing. So was Steve. This wasn’t unusual of Carol. She was a real piece of work.
What was unusual, though, was that Carol raised her hand to you and slapped you right across the face.
Carol was usually all bark, no bite. Steve’s jaw dropped, and Hagen had a big grin on his face. He looked over at his “friend” and scoffed. His eyes went back to you, and you seemed as though you just processed the slap as your hand went up to your cheek. Carol turned back to look at Hagen who was still grinning widely. Almost as if he was…proud of Carol.
You scoffed and reached down to pick the pudding up off of the floor. Steve figured you would just walk away, but you dipped your hand into the pudding. Carol was taken off guard when you smeared your pudding soaked hand across the top of her red hair.
Steve couldn’t help but crack a smile as you flung the pudding from your hand as Carol looked distraught.
His eyes caught yours for a split second. His face ran a little hot, and he quickly looked down. You had quite the balls.
Everybody knew Carol was a piece of shit, but nobody ever did anything about it.
“I’ll kill you, Y/n!” Carol yelled as Tommy came to her aid quickly with a napkin.
You stormed out of the cafeteria as Tommy was trying to help Carol. She was only slapping his hand away and running off in a different direction.
Meanwhile, Steve’s eyes were bulging out of his head. You were Y/n! It was all clicking now, and Steve was cursing himself for being such a dumbass.
You were the girl to dance with Dustin. The girl he could not stop talking about. Hell, after hearing all the great things Dustin said about you, Steve even started to like you a little bit, not even knowing it was you.
Now that he put a name to face, he couldn’t help but like you a little bit more. He knew nothing about you, though.
He would have to change that.
•••
Steve was pulling Henderson up to the Wheeler’s house. They were supposed to be playing their little nerd game that had absolutely too much going on to even possibly be fun. Dustin was bouncing in his seat from excitement.
“And then, they are going to let me be dungeon master this time, Steve! Don’t tell him, but Will is a master hog,” Dustin rolled his eyes.
Steve tried to look interested, he really did.
“Yeah, well, good luck Henderson,” Steve granted him a smile as Dustin was about to hop out of the car.
“Oh! One more thing, can you, uh, ask Nancy where this…Y/n may happen to stay?”
Dustin’s face puzzled before he looked around. Steve had pleading eyes, kind of hoping he wouldn’t ask any questions. He knew how this must’ve sounded.
“Oh! You know Y/n!” he bounced a little, “Man, you’re so cool, Steve.”
Steve only raised his eyebrows at the boy. Dustin nodded and ran on off into the Wheeler house.
Steve was about to back out of the driveway until he saw Nancy’s small frame dashing out of the house. She was walking with such intensity that her hair was rising inches from her shoulders before cascading back down.
Steve couldn’t help but roll his eyes and sigh. Fucking Henderson.
Steve rolled his window down and tried to put on his best fake smile. He was nervous because he knew Nancy was probably some type of upset.
“Steve! Why are you having a little boy ask me about Y/n?” Nancy said in an accusingly way, even if she wasn’t technically accusing Steve of anything yet.
“I just…I-I needed to ask her something,” he tried to say coolly and shrugged. “I don’t see why it’s, um, any of your business.”
She gave Steve the must incredulous look.
“Steve, c’mon. Seeing as you are my ex and she is my friend, it is very much my business!” she declared.
Steve shrugged nervously. Nancy could only sigh.
“You don’t have a good track record with girls, Steve. If you’re trying to play some game with
Y/n, I promise you that I am not letting that happen,” Nancy shrugged and crossed her arms.
Steve couldn’t help but admire her carefulness.
“Look, I watched her get bitch-slapped by Carol. I wanted to apologize for the situation,” he said after letting out a breath.
“You never have tried to apologize to anybody Hagen and Carol have taunted before, except for Jonathan,” she sighed. Steve couldn’t help but cringe at the name. He was over the situation, but reminders of it still made his heart murmur.
“She also danced with Dustin. He’s like obsessed with her. I just want to do a nice gesture for the girl. You have to believe me,” Steve pressed.
“You don’t know her.”
“Hoping to change that,” he half smiled.
Nancy stared at him intensely, perhaps scanning his face, before her eyes softened.
“Fine, I’ll tell you where she stays, but you have to bring me with you when you decide to go. That’s my rule, and I will not break it,” she uncrossed her arms and pointed at Steve.
He nodded slowly. She turned away and stormed back off into their house.
Steve let out a breath he had not known he was holding. That was fucking intense.
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First part! To be honest, I am not sure if this will be correct because I wrote it in another place and transferred it because Tumblr is very hard to write in. Let me know if it looks like there are any gaps and feedback/ requests are welcomed.
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harringtons-cupid · 1 year
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Fluff prompt~~ 3, 24, 28, 54, 94 with Steeeeevee I'm soft and need to be taken care of lmao
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Thank you for requesting this!! I’m sorry to took SO long for me to get too 🫣 but I hope you enjoy (my English is terrible in this forgive me!)
Fluff prompt list | KO-FI | MASTERLIST
#3-hiding face in neck
#24 -whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin
#28 - feeling for each other in the dark
#54 - an accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose
#94 -tentative kisses given in the dark
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Steve had invited you to stay over, it was early in your relationship and you were nervous.
You didn’t really know you stood with him, as you sat your makeup dresser and figured out your look for tonight. After an hour of struggling, you managed to be comfortable in your smart casual look.
The drive over to Steve was nerve wracking, you had been alone in public with him but this was the first time that you would be in a personal and intimate setting. You had thought about him in that way but you wanted nothing more than to be soft with him.
There was a cool breeze as you stood on bud doorstep, waiting for him. He looked pretty as the side light illuminated his features in the dark, smiling at you so politely as he invited you inside. Watching you walk on ahead, the house smelt oddly nice as if he did it for the occasion.
You had never been to his house before, the nerves from the car journey over had got rid of some of the anxious feelings.
He led you into the living room where a movie night was set up for the both of you. After searching through the VHS tapes that were laid out on the floor, you pressed play on the box and sat down comfortably on the sofa.
His arm eventually rested against the back of the sofa, his fingers traced your skin gently. Creating goosebumps all your body as your attention was diverted from the film and back onto him, your breath was shallow as his nails dig deeper into your neck.
“Stevie” you whined, shooting him a playful look watching as he laughed and placed his hand on your shoulder.
Edging closer to him, you leant into his body and felt him relax as his hand met yours. His breathing was soft and calm as you both focused on the movie, after a while your eyes became heavy and droopy.
Your head dropping into your chest as you drifted into sleep, Steve chuckled watching your body rise and fall. His hand still dangling off your shoulder, it got closer to the ending credits when he shook you softly.
“Baby, I think we should go to bed” his voice was soft and quiet, whispering into your ear.
He slowly got up first, helping you off the sofa that you had sunk into. Bringing you closer to his body, your eyes were sleepy as you smiled up at him. His head hid your neck as he gently kissed your skin, making you giggle.
Giggling before lacing your hands together, letting him lead you up the stairs. Your soft footsteps followed his, you were too sleepy to be nervous as he opened his bedroom door.
You not expecting it to look the way it did, you noticed that he had recently changed from a single bed to a double as it took up most of the room.
He collapsed onto the bed with a “oof” you rolled your eyes with a smile as you fell next to him. His body was warm and soft as he pulled you onto his chest.
You stayed there for a while before you got to that sleepy state again and Steve shook you lightly.
“Let’s get changed baby” he smiled, feeling you get up from his chest.
It wasn’t long before you back in his bed, the lights were out with the moonlight bouncing off his unappealing bedroom walls. The noise of shuffling moved against the mattress as you both searched for each other, hands moving in all direction until they latched together.
He rolled over, latching his hands under your body and pulled you closer him. He leant over your body, admiring what he could in the dark. His lips met your cheek, roughly kissing your body before trailing down until he grazed more of your coarser skin. Watching you shudder at his touch, he smirked as his lips hovered over your ear.
“You looked so pretty tonight” he whispered with a smile.
Unable to see that you were blushing, you tried to turn your head away from him but his fingers latched under your chin and pulled you back towards him. His arm collapsed under him from the pressure of adjusting his weight towards pulling you, with an “oof” he fell onto you.
An accidental brush of your lips as he fell, moving away instantly before your eyes landed on each other. An invisible pull forced your lips back together, nervous at first but Steve’s body moved to cup your face with his hands.
You had never kissed him before, both of you were still unsure as your bodies moved together. The sounds of soft kisses filled the room as Steve leant closer to yours, his thumbs circling your cheeks as he let out a soft moan.
It was heaven, his lips were soft and gentle as they moved naturally with yours.
You couldn’t wait to spend more time at Steve’s.
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artemisthewh0re · 2 years
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SLEEPY HEAD
Steve Rogers x Chubby Black Reader
Sunlight peaks through the sheer white curtains of your studio apartment. The regular hubbub of New York softly wakes you up. You open your eyes to see the mess of your apartment; dirty dishes and clothes are strewn around the room. On top of you lies Steve, your hulking mass of a  boyfriend. His hips are between your legs and both arms are sprawled on either side of you, his fingers entiwned in your braids, and his lips barely brush the crook of your neck. You're being crushed under his weight despite the beautiful moment and can barely turn your head to read the clock.
"10:00 am," you whisper under your breath, careful not to wake the giant on top of you. There's a shift in the covers. Steve moves his arm closer to your face and cups your cheek. His heavy breathing tells you that he's still asleep, but the slight fluttering of his lashes signals that he won't be for long.
Staring up at the swiftly moving ceiling, your fingers absentmindedly comb through Steve's long, dirty blonde hair. He nuzzles your neck in approval, a low hum stirring deep in his chest. You move your hand to his jaw, his scruffy beard entangling with your fingers.
As your lungs slowly suffocate under his, Steve takes in a large inhale. You rub his back to try to speed up the process of him waking up. A low hum comes from deep within his chest and stretches out his body before lifting his head and placing a kiss on your lips.
He looks at you with those beautiful blue eyes. "Good morning sweet heart," he says in his raspy morning voice.
"Morning," you reply, giving him a nose kiss. You can already tell today is going to be a good day.
A/N: I based this whole thing on this pic I found on Pinterest. I want someone to cuddle (😭).
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writeturnlove · 1 year
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The Mate: Chapter 5 is coming soon.
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It’s a fairly long chapter and I’m doing edits right now. It should be posted this weekend, between March 17th and March 20th.
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There’s a significant amount of heat/spicy, in this chapter. There will be several content warnings - many of which I have never used before. No one under 18 should read it.
I love you guys. Thanks for sticking with me.
Love,
Valencia
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emsgoodthinkin · 5 months
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Eddie Munson
Steve Harrington
Rafe Cameron
⤬ reblogs, comments & likes are appreciated ⤬
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Multi-Fandom imagines / videos 💭 📺
Eddie watching his gf stim
Eddie said sit on it
Obx daddy issues
I watch Scream for the plot
Subby lil Eddie
Joe🤝Joe
Eddie and Steve? Nah, Ghost and Konig
Eddie in a ski mask
Cute stupid head Ed
I can take them both (not in a fight)
Steve’s predator stare
If Billy was in Queen of the Damned
We all wanna sit on Keerys lap
Daddy Steve vibes
Head? Head.
Hybrid puppy Ralph vibes
Joes an ass man
Billy loves Steve’s eye contact
Joe calls Dacre mommy
Cocky Keery
Let Quinn take you to a bad place too
Arthur can’t take the pressure
Arthur deserves a good ride
Sweaty Ed
Joseph’s BBC
Eddie and corrupted princess vibes
Eddie soundgasm
Rockstar Eddie’s f*ck song
Looks can be deceiving Mr. Keery
Oh yes Rio
Steve Harrington? No, Steve Gallagher
Dacres fine like wine
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Twitter links
Put a knife in me Rory
Rafe can handle it
Mommy Nancy
Damon’s words get you wet
Big boy Hopper
Big boy Billy
Riding Steve’s thick limbs
Eddie whoppin yo ass
Eddie say please?
Steddie voices
Do it in the shower Billy
Spencer is a womanizer
Dacre can’t stop lookin at you
Eddie’s warning stare
You crawling to Eddie
Eddie being too calm during punishment
Steve grabbing Eddie’s ass
Eddie’s jeans..
Which Joe can you see
I need Billy and Eddie to wreck me
Joe reacting to a dirty text
Eddie loses V-card
Your beautiful goofball Ed
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awesomerextyphoon · 9 months
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Steve: I lost the bet.
You: Which bet?
Bucky: Well this punk bet that Thor wouldn't know what a 'home run' meant.
You: Why?!
Steve: Tony was going on and on calling me an '100 Year Old Virgin'-
You: We all know that's not true! Bucky and I saw to that. For hours I might add!
Steve: He kept calling me that when I had some trouble understanding Quantum Computing.
Bucky: This is why you need to get better with comebacks.
You: This from the guy who thought living on $10K for a week was a cruel punishment!
Steve: Damn-
Bucky: Language, punk!
Steve: Sorry.
You: So how does Thor fit into any of this?
Steve: Yeah. I was thinking of anything to get Tony off my back when Thor walked into the kitchen.
You: That's when you made the bet, huh?
Steve: Turns out he and Selvig watched sports together.
You: So what did you lose?
Steve: Well...
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Steve: I can't believe I'm doing this!
Bucky: How're the shorts?
Steve: WAY too tight.
You: Yeah they are!
Sam: Why does your tank top say 'I'm a Bi Brooklyn Bitch'?
Bucky and You: Tony.
Sam: Figures.
Steve: I have to wear this all over Midtown.
You: At least you don't have to hide it anymore.
Nat: The Press is gonna have a field day.
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loverforfanfiction · 2 years
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[This is my first request]
Imagine the marvel men getting a plus size girlfriend
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Tony stark
:he wouldn't have a problem
:but I think it would be his first time
:he would think your pretty and weight wouldn't matter
:he loved every thing about you and your weight just adds to it
:he would praise you for being you
Steve rogers
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:as you know from back in the day he had the hots for Peggy so it took a long time to even notice you
:you were a friend of Tony's and he had invited you to a avengers party
:he would always see you around but what caught his eye was what you were wearing
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:he thought you were beautiful
:and sooner or later he asked you out and yes he shocked himself
:he didn't think weight matter [ he is a super solider]
: your weight didn't make him love you any less
Bucky barnes
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:when he first saw you ohhh he had never seen someone more beautiful but then his insecurities came back
:sooner or later he got the courage to talk to you and the rest is history
:he never really thought about your weight though
:but when he did nothing changed he thought you were like a pillow full of love
Clint Barton
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:since he was usually on the job it took long for him to notice
:you were a shield agent and nats best friend
So once he noticed you he thought of you as ever other girl nothing special till he got to know you
:and your weight didn't affect him he thought it was cute and loved to see u in his shirts
Loki
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: since he was from asgard he didn't think about it as much
:he saw it as rare beauty because we're he was from he only had
The most finest of fine throwing thereselves at him
:but when he came to earth he saw you the star avenger but also the quietest
:but when he started dating you if anyone dare talk about your weight he turned them into a pig
:again weight didn't matter
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Peter parker
:since he was still a teen he didn't really care he still had exploring to do also in dating
:so when he say you he thought "wow she must be new I should help her "
: you know how it goes friends to lovers and that was what you guys were
:your weight didn't matter he thought it helped you out it made you look better than the basic girls at school
Thor
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:as also since he was from asgard he had the basic girls throwing them selves around
:but when he got to earth he say you for your true beauty your mind
:again weight didn't matter but his favorite things on you were jeans
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Quicksliver
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:he would find It very attractive
:he wouldn't care one bit about it
:if it didn't bother you it didn't bother him
:it was like a fluffy beautiful cuddle buddy
:he would fight if anyone said anything about your weight
Bruce banner [ I had the limit of gifs ]
:as you know he was the hulk him self so he felt like he didn't have a say about it
:but it didn't make him less attracted to you
:he would hulk if anyone talked about your weight
Sam wilson
:he really like really didn't care
:but if you cared he would be your talking buddy making sure your ok and knowing your loved
:and he would feed you alot [a bonus to dating the falcon ]
Last but not least ..... ant man
:again since he had problems himself he had no room to talk
:he had met you while you were walking and bumped into making you spill your drink
And offered to pay
:after that he asked for a date
:he loved you for your weight and it made him want you more
[This took me a hour to make so a like or a follow would be nice but you dont have to I write for fun so pls like so I know you want more this is my last writing tonight because i posted about 4 today but I will write tomorrow and I still am taking requests]
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maiyasuniverse · 1 year
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Master List
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Loki
The Drunken God (Fluff) Loki x Plus Size! Reader: The drunk God of Mischief is a little more affectionate.
Fit for a Goddess (Fluff) Loki x Black! Reader: You'll never have a bad hair day again.
Meeting the Family (Fluff) Loki x Plus Size! Reader: You're having anxiety about bringing Loki to meet your family.
Prayer to Pickles (Fluff) Loki x Reader: You pray to Loki instead of calling.
A Call Away (Angst, Savior Loki, Sexual assault) Loki x fem! Black! Reader: Bad Friends. Blurry Boundaries.
The Nerve (Smut) Loki x Black! Fem! Reader: Y/N teases Loki until you get the reaction you were looking for.
Summoning (Comfort): Loki x Plus Size! Reader: Y/N returns to a toxic home from the stark tower.
Let Me Fix You (Comfort) Loki x Reader!: Soft Loki, the reader accidentally hurts herself.
Masked (Fluff) Loki x Fem!Reader: Loki is hot and you tell him.
I'll Kill For You (Fluff) Loki x Black! Reader: Y/N had a bad day at work, Loki has a solution.
Mid-Guardian Traditions (Fluff/ Angst) Loki x Plus Size! Reader: Y/N is doing a cleanse, Loki isn't fond of it.
Black Box (Fluff) Loki x Reader: Loki gets a gift he won't forget.
Love Stories (Angst/ hint of Fluff) Loki x Fem! Reader: Loki disappears for six years leaving Y/N in a tough relationship.
Kiddie Love (Fuff) Loki x Fem! Reader: You're having a hard time sleeping.
Always (Comfort/ Fluff) Loki x Reader: Loki always makes sure you have what you need.
Childish Habits (Comfort/Fluff) Loki x Reader: Loki wants to see your home. (Inner child healing)
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megamindsecretlair · 10 months
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Sit Still (Look Pretty), Part 1
Cross posted on @megamindssecretlair
Pairing: Nomad Steve x Black!Fem!reader/ Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some unresolved tension, mutual voyeurism, cursing, mentions of female and male parts, Part 1 of ? Not sure how long this will take to resolve. Age gap, reader is mid 20s, Nomad Steve is mid 30s.
Summary: AU where Steve was born in modern times but still received a serum in the Army to make him a super soldier. He's moved in next door and has noticed you watching him. You and your mom have gone over to introduce yourselves.
Word Count: 1,857k
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A/N: I've been reading a lot of age gap fics so decided to try my hand at another. Apologies if I miss any warnings or this is super corny. But this was fun. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to help writers!
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Fuck, your neighbor was hot as hell. You sat on your window seat gawking at the tall, sexy neighbor as he picked up huge boxes and carried them in the house as if it weighed no more than feathers. 
Muscles rippled in a dark blue muscle shirt as he moved and bent over. And that ass. You bit your lip as the neighbor bent further down to lift a chair. Oh and those thighs. You sighed. The Lord took His time with this one. 
The man was at least six foot tall, dark blond hair and a full trimmed beard. He wore a pair of dark jeans and boots. All week, you had watched him go in and out of the newly bought house next door. He carried lots of boxes but none of them gave any clue to his story.
Was he married? Was he expecting? Surely someone that damn fine had a wife heavenly pregnant and ordering him about. You weren’t sure how he didn’t have eleven rugrats running around. There were no other movers and the neighbor had rented a small truck for his sofa and dressers. 
You also saw the neighborhood crones using any excuse in the book to talk to him and be nosy. If he thought someone that looked like him was going to move here without raising any alarms, he was sorely mistaken.
You gasped as he stopped to stretch, moving his body beyond his limit. You just wanted to lick him. Just once. You fanned yourself as you watched him. You imagined all kinds of filthy things when it came to him. 
You imagined him grabbing your fleshy thighs and shaking them before slapping them. You imagined him in between your legs coating that full beard with your juices. You imagined him breaking your back. Like, literally breaking your back. Because he could put you in the hospital and you’d say thank you.
He disappeared into the house. His curtains were thrown open so you could still watch him moving around the house. The downfall to stock houses was that they were lined up just so. The houses were nearly identical. Your bedroom window faced his bedroom window on the second floor. The angle you had was just enough to see his kitchen sink. It’d be possible to see his arms and hands as he washed. 
You spent plenty of nights this week just watching his hands work over his meager dishes. If he was married, she didn’t live with him. You never saw anyone coming or going from his place. He didn’t have a second car. 
Your mom called your name. “I’ve got this cake for the neighbor, let’s go introduce ourselves,” she called. 
You rolled your eyes. Yes, your mom was very much just as gossipy as the neighborhood crones. Everything you’ve heard of the neighbor was through her and probably had twisted from its original message. 
You weren’t dressed yet. You had made watching him your dirty hobby. But you couldn’t summon the energy to care. Sometimes, you got the eerie feeling as if he were watching you too. You had taken to keeping your curtains open and your light on. 
You never saw him look over here. The random times he was in his room and moving around, he never gave any indication that he knew you were looking. Still, you pranced around in your bra and panties every morning or before hanging with your friends as you decided what to wear.
Sometimes, you even faced the window as you decided between two shirts or two skirts. You pretended that he was picking your outfits, telling you what he likes seeing you in. That he would imagine ripping it off of your body all day and it would drive him crazy. Knowing you’d be capable of making him hard and uncomfortable all day turned you on so badly. 
You stood and did just that. You faced his bedroom window even though he was probably still on the first floor. You held up a red, frilly shirt and a light ocean blue plain shirt. You flipped back and forth, imagining what he’d like.
You put the shirts on your bed and then flipped between jeans and white shorts. You held up the red shirt and white shorts. If you were going to meet him, you might as well show him what you’re working with. You turned around and imagined him at the window, getting dressed for him. 
You bent low and shimmied into the white shorts as slow as you could. Then you slipped on the red babydoll tee. It made your breasts look good. Plus it was hot as sin outside. 
You ran down the stairs and sat on the steps as you slipped on your shoes. Your mom floated into the room holding a small box. “I went with chocolate,” your mom said. “Everybody likes chocolate and those who don’t are lying to get attention.”
You laughed as you shook your head. Your mom was gorgeous, with flowing locs and a great figure. She wore loose tan pants and a cream shirt. 
“Isn’t this a little Southern of us?” You asked. You lived in Suburbia with the white picket fences and neighbors who’d gone to high school together. It was capital boredom and should be labeled as a torture method.
“Best way to meet your neighbors. They associate you with good food and are less likely to be rude to you by throwing loud parties and orgies,” your mother said.
You snorted. Your mom never had a filter and would often say the first thing that comes to mind. Your dad hated it but you caught him smiling more than a few times. 
You trudged over the manicured lawn, over the small concrete divider, and onto his property. The door was closed. He was probably taking a break from moving things. Your mom rang the doorbell and you waited.
The door finally opened and you gasped silently. He was even more gorgeous in person. Fuck, it had to be illegal to carry those arms. They looked big enough to crush a coconut in one grip. His hands were large and his fingers were long, like a musician's fingers.
He smirked at you and your mother. Your mom stepped forward. “We wanted to introduce ourselves, we’re your neighbors on that side,” she said and pointed to your house. 
She told him your names and all about the chocolate cake, including her joke about people lying. He threw his head back as he laughed as if it were that funny.
“I’m Steve,” he said. He shook your mom’s hand and then moved to yours. His grip was firm but not crushing.  
You looked down at your combined hands, loving the way that your copper skin contrasted with his creamy skin. He held on a second too long before turning his attention to your mom who asked him a million questions.
“If I heard all of those, I’d say I moved here for work, not married, and I work for the military. Did I get it all?” He asked.
He had a bit of an accent. You guessed somewhere on the East Coast. Your mom giggled. You looked at her as if she grew a third head. She widened her eyes at you and then smiled back at Steve. She prattled on about her career, that fact that you were in college for your master’s, and that you were always available if he needed you. 
Since his attention was on your mom, you took the opportunity to study him up close. His blue eyes were sharp, giving one hundred percent of his focus on the person speaking. He had a prominent vein on the side of his neck and you imagined licking it. 
“Oh, I have to take this, excuse me,” your mom said. She answered her phone and stepped off of the porch. 
You turned to Steve who had his eyes trained on you. He barely blinked and did not look away. 
“So, military huh? That explains that,” you said. You waved at his figure and he laughed. It was deep and made you tingle.
“Thank you. I’m not active duty anymore, I’ve transitioned to the state side and do boring office work now. You home for the summer?” He asked.
“Yes, I am. Taking a break so no work, no homework, just time to decompress. Usually in the pool. This is one of the worst summers ever,” you said and fanned yourself.
Steve slowly perused your body. There was no mistaking that look in his eyes. He faintly smirked as he took in your outfit, your wide curves, your generous hips, and your thick thighs. 
He slowly dragged that gaze back up until he reached your face. “Make sure you stay cool, then. Dehydration is nothing to play with,” he said. 
Your mouth went dry under the intense heat of his gaze. You were aware. You were aware of him and aware of his focus. You bit your lips and his eyes zeroed in on it. His eyes narrowed.
“Are you okay?” He asked. You shifted your footing, trying to find some relief. The heat outside had nothing on his face. 
Your mom’s scuffling shoes took you out of the moment. He winked at you before your mom joined you. Though it was Saturday, her job needed her to come in and solve an emergency. She waved goodbye to Steve and told him not to be a stranger.
You waved bye, unable to speak at the moment. As you turned to leave, Steve grabbed your hand. He ran his fingers over your wrist as he leaned in.
“My favorite color is light blue. And you should get more of those garter things. They look divine on you,” he said. Gravel skated over ‘divine’ and you whimpered. You hoped he didn’t catch that. Your eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes and his eyes narrowed again. 
Your heart thundered in your chest. He knew what you had been doing all along. Your skin heated for entirely different reasons as you thought of all the different lingerie combinations you tried on in front of the window. It somehow made it filthier that he was getting naughty glimpses of you. It made you horny all day thinking of wearing the lingerie and that he didn’t know it was for him. 
It had gotten so bad, that you didn’t care if your parents were home. You had to get off on thinking that he helped select the combos. And those were some of the best orgasms you ever gave yourself. 
“Yes, sir,” you whispered and licked your lips. He smiled and nodded his head as if he were dismissing you. As if he had any right to order you around. 
Yet you left the porch and nearly skipped across the lawn like he told you. Before getting in the house, you looked back. He stood on the porch, facing you, with his hands in his pockets. You smiled and went inside, thinking of how many blue outfits you owned.
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