#Steve is a worried mother hen

[accio-motivation]

Steve: Why would you give a knife to Max?

Billy: She said she felt unsafe!

Mike: Well now I feel unsafe!

Billy:

Mike:

Steve:

Billy, reaching inside his pocket: You want a knife?

[queenimmadolla]

Eddie Munson. Love. Established relationship

𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

“I cannot believe them.” Steve huffed out, hands resting on his hips as his foot tapped against the asphalt outside of the police station.

“You already said that,” Jonathan blanched, leaning back against the hood of his car while Argyle closely examined his own hands for whatever reason.

“Well, I can’t!” He snapped again and Eddie smirked, thoroughly amused with the situation. And worried.

He was also very worried.

Half an hour ago, he’d been in the trailer, eating mac and cheese straight from the pot when the phone rang.

It was Hopper. Specifically, Chief Hopper. As in, on duty, Chief Hopper. Eddie had immediately jumped into a monologue about how he hadn’t done anything and even if he did, Hopper had no proof of it but Hopper wasn’t calling to tell Eddie he had six cop cars in route.

He was calling to tell Eddie to come pick up his girlfriend, who had gotten into a bar brawl.

He’d raced the fuck over and was surprised to see the other guys pull up as well, though he probably shouldn’t have given the fact you’d gone out with Robin, Nancy and Eden.

What the fuck kind of trouble could that roster have gotten into???

Enough to warrant being taken to the police station.

Hopper had informed him you’d all be getting warnings, leeway you all got most definitely just because he was now Jonathan’s stepdad.

“It can’t have been that bad,” Eddie rolled his eyes when Steve froze in his irritable mom-pose and slowly turned to face him.

“Can’t have been that bad—WE’RE AT THE POLICE STATION!”

“Would you rather it be a courtroom?” Eddie asked, cocking an eyebrow. He pitied Buckley for the scolding she’d no doubt get from Steve on their drive home.

“I’d rather not have to pick her up from anywhere other than her house or work!”

“Calm down, Mother Hen. It was probably nothing,”

It was definitely something. 

The doors to the station opened, Nancy was the first out with Robin trailing her, you following Robin and Eden on your heels.

You all looked like you had definitely been involved in a fight, clothes rumpled and torn, hair a mess and Nancy sported a bloody lower lip. She started crying the moment she was in Jonathan’s arms, but he didn’t think it was because of her lip or even the fight, Nancy was just a very emotional drunk and her staggering was an obvious sign of intoxication.

You skipped right over to him and Eddie knew you were drunk, too.

“Hi, baby! I missed ya!” You sang as you slipped your arms around his waist to press yourself up against him for a hug, side of your face resting against his chest.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie grabbed you by the shoulders, gently trying to pry you away from him so he could look you over for injuries but you refused to release your hold. The most he could do was get you to crane back a little so you could look at him.

“Neva’ betta’. Why?” You asked, cocking your head and beaming up at him.

Eddie’s face broke out into a grin. 

“Because a little birdy told me you were in a scrap.”

You were about to reply before the sound of Steve and Robin arguing with each other distracted you and you turned your head to watch them.

Eddie had to physically turn it back, and he was laughing as he did.

“C’mon, buttercup, I need you to stay with me, yeah?”

He held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, dipping his head to the side to catch your stare and you went back to beaming at him, eyes crinkled.

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

Fuck, you were so cute.

“That’s not really what I meant, baby, but I had no plans on letting you go. What happened tonight?”

You scoffed, arms dropping to your sides as you took a couple of steps back and glared at nothing.

“You wouldn’t freakin’ believe it, babe! Me and my girls,” You gestured to Nancy who was being coddled by Jonathan, Robin who was now scolding Steve, and Eden who was high-fiving Argyle, “were out having fun, getting sloshed—I had so many midori sours, baby, so many and my throw up is gonna be green—when alluvasudden Carol fuckin’ Perkins and her group of raggedy bitches comes up to us.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. He knew just how much you despised Carol. You two hadn’t been exactly friendly back in high school.

“And I’m like ‘oh wow, Carol, I was actually hoping to never fucking see you again.’ But she wasn’t there for me, babe. She was there ‘cause of Robin.” You leaned in to whisper the last sentence to him.

“I din’t even fuckin’ know it—but I should’ve ‘cause like the resemblance is there, isn’t it? Like they look kind of like each other, you know?”

“No, baby. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But Eddie was thoroughly invested in the drama, shifting his position to lean up against the van.

“Oh, yeah!” You laughed, amused that you knew and he didn’t. “Carol is Vickie’s cousin.”

Eddie’s eyes widened comically, sending you into a fit of giggles.

Vickie was Robin’s ex….something. Towards the end of senior year, Vickie had broken up with her long time boyfriend. On the rebound, looking for some attention to prove she was still wanted as most do after a breakup, she’d entertained Robin’s infatuation with her. 

They were always together, never affectionate in public, for obvious reasons, though Robin implied they were something. Then, it stopped. Vickie and her boyfriend got back together and she never even gave Robin proper closure, just stopped talking to her, stopped taking her phone calls and obviously avoided her.

It had been an unfortunate situation, the entire group pulled together to cheer Robin up but she got over it, met another girl, and they were an official couple. Girlfriend and girlfriend. She was away for a family thing and Robin couldn’t get the time off, which is why the girls had all gone out for a night to distract her.

“Carol is Vickie’s cousin!?” He whispered back in disbelief, hand flying over his mouth.

“Yeah!”

“So where does the fighting come in—is that blood?!” Eddie nearly had a heart attack as he noticed the red splatter on the front of your shirt. He hadn’t seen it earlier because you’d been glued to him.

You glanced down, taking the hem of your shirt in your hands to flare it out so you could see it better, “Oh, yeah! ‘S not mine, though. ‘S Carol’s. She told Robin people like her weren’t allowed in the bar, so I punched her a couple times and her friends started fighting us but we kicked their asses, baby!”

Eddie stared at you, eyes clouded with adoration and awe. 

You’d been dating for a while now, and every single damn day Eddie thought he found another thing he loved about you. Every. Single. Day.

And right then, in that moment, Eddie was finally able to express what he’d been thinking, feeling for the last couple of months. It wasn’t really the things you did that he loved about you. Eddie just loved you.

He needed you to know.

“I am so in love with you,” He breathed out, hands reaching out to latch onto your waist and draw you back into him. 

He was about to go on his spew about how you didn’t have to say it back and he just wanted you to know but you caught him by surprise, took the breath right out of him.

“I love you, too, Eds. Can we go home now? I’m hungry.”

Eddie blinked, knees weak.

“Baby, I don’t think you know what I’m sayi—“

“You said you love me and I love you, too. I’m drunk, baby, I can still hear you.” You sagged into him, head craned up to give him those eyes of yours.

“You love me?” He whispered, hand moving to tenderly cup the back of your head.

“Mhm.” You nodded, leaning up on your toes as Eddie met you halfway in a passionate kiss. He was about to tease your mouth open with his tongue when Hopper pushed his way out of the station.

“HEY! KNOCK IT OFF! GO HOME!”

Eddie laughed against your mouth as you pouted before he pulled away and ushered you into the van. Once you were buckled, he headed around to the driver’s side and took note of how meek Steve looked as he got into the driver’s seat of his own car. If Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think it was Steve who got into trouble with the law, and Robin picking him up from the station.

Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle and Eden were long gone.

You were fiddling with the radio when he hopped in.

“It’s not working,” you frowned, continuing to press buttons.

“Sweetheart, the car’s not on.” 

“Oh.”

Eddie loved you so much.

[ficsbyabby]

"Is that my shirt?" "You mean our shirt?"

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: mentions of injury

Words: 392

a/n: Hey y'all this is my first time publishing my writing here so be sure to leave some feedback. This is being written at midnight because my body decided to be mean, so I'm sure I'll need it. This is for @omgrachwrites' 1k follower celebration, congratulations girlie!

You dug through Steve's dresser, trying not to make too much noise, though there was no reason to worry. You were the only one left in the tower; everyone else had gone on a mission and weren't expected back until the next evening. Your leg had been burned badly in an explosion during the last mission, keeping you benched.

It had taken you three hours to convince Steve that you would be fine on your own. The man was a mother hen. Eventually, with some gentle threatening from Natasha, he had agreed.

You now regretted encouraging him to go. Nightmares filled your sleep, waking you up drenched in a cold sweat. You missed Steve; he was a teddy bear and security blanket wrapped in one.

This led you to your current mission, stealing one of Steve's ridiculously comfortable shirts. Tight on Steve, they dwarfed you, making them perfect for sleeping in.

Finally, you found the shirt you were looking for. It was one of Steve's favorites, the one you had custom-made for him. The shirt was navy blue and read, "Just a kid from Brooklyn". Steve had grinned when he read it and now wore it constantly around the compound.

Smiling fondly at the memory, you slipped off your pajamas and replaced it with the shirt. You felt the tension in your body drip away as you realized it still smelled like him too. Contently, you crawled into the bed and fell asleep.

7 hours later, Steve hummed happily as he made his way to his room after the debriefing. The mission had taken much less time than anticipated, allowing him to spend the day with you. He reached his room and opened the door softly, expecting you to still be sleeping.

There you were, lying sprawled across the bed, hair a mess and mouth open. Steve quickly removed his clothing and got into bed, pulling you into him gently. You woke up immediately and promptly rolled over and kissed his cheek happily.

"You're back early," you remarked.

"Yeah intel overestimated the amount of agents they'd have and..." he answered before pausing and taking a look at you, "Is that my shirt?"

"You mean our shirt?"

"Oh now it's shared?" he asked, a smile on his lips.

"Yep, I'll draw up a custody agreement in the morning. Now, we're going to sleep."

[reginaphalangelobster125]

Gone

Avengers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (each can be read as platonic or otherwise)

Summary: The team went on a mission, it was supposed to be simple. Supposed to be.

Warnings: Character death, human experimentation, not a lot but some intense violence, lots of angst, no happy ending.

Word Count 1,959

Your day started off like any other, you got up and put your workout clothes on and 4:45 am. You met Steve outside the tower at 5:00 and went on your usual run for about an hour. Once you got back to the compound you made everyone breakfast, that morning you chose pancakes, which the whole team devoured. After breakfast at about 7:15, you all went to the meeting room where Steve started his briefing.

'All right, quick and easy in and out HYDRA base takedown shouldn't take more than 2 hours tops' the Captain stated 'Location, small town just outside of New Orleans'.

'Sweet, we can hit the casino before we head home' Tony said, knowning full well Steve would never go for it.

'I don't think so, Tony' the super soldier said almost rolling his eyes.

You all suited up and piled into the quinjet within the hour and were off the ground by 8:00. You arrived near the HYDRA base, parked the quinjet and placed it in stealth mode all by 10:00.

Bruce stayed in the jet hoping there wouldn't be any need for a 'code green' as the team put it. The rest of you split into pairs and you were with Steve. You and Steve silently became partners a long time ago, you two just always worked well together and after some time you developed a meaningful and strong bond, becoming true best friends. The two of you snuck up on the guards and clocked them before they could even hear you. You put on a couple of helmets to sneak in and make sure there were no civilian hostages before blowing the building into the sky. You went right as Steve went left. You walked over to an elevator and just as the doors were about to shut a HYRDA agent snuck in with you. You were a bit worried he might notice you and as he got closer you just did the first thing you could think of and uttered the phrase 'hail hydra' under your breath, which seemed to work out for you as he returned the sentiment.

You heard some agents talking about 'the subjects' which you were almost certain were captives hidden somewhere, but what you didn't expect was children. You had be through and see things no one should have to, some that included children, but that didn't make it any easier when they were involved. You told Steve over comms, to meet you in the basement where you thought the kids were. You waited in the basement until 1:54 pm when you saw Steve approaching. You two searched the basement while Tony got JARVIS to take as many scans of the building as possible but there was something preventing him from seeing inside.

'J's stumped guys, he can't see through the walls, they're probably lined with lead' Tony grumbled annoyed that he hadn't considered lead.

'I don't know if you should stay in there if Tony can't see anything' Clint stated, concerned like the mother hen he is.

'We're not in there, Steve, Y/n, what do you think?' Natasha asked.

'Your call' Steve said looking to you. You had more experience with discrete infiltration than your super soldier friend who generally just bursts in.

'I say we keep going, we gotta find those kids' you said determined to help the children.

You and Steve ventured further into the basement, uncovering multiple secret rooms, but no kids. You looked for hours taking you to 6:24 pm and still no luck.

'You think we should call it a day?' Steve asked you.

'I can't leave those kids' you muttered back.

'Maybe there are no kids, maybe the agents were wrong'

'Can't take that chance, Captain'

He knew you were serious when you called him 'Captain' as you usually opted for 'Cap' or 'Steve'.

After continuing your search you finally found them. The door was locked so in one swift moment Steve knocked it down with a kick, you knew he's was a super soldier but sometimes you forgot. You rushed in the door started opening cells. Most of the children had some form of injuries but a few of them were.... different. You let one out that had feathers on her arms and another with gills, HYRDA had been experimenting on them. You had seen experimentations before but nothing this successful and not with Steve. When he saw the boy with a fluffy tail and ears you thought he might be sick, no because of the boy's appearance but because he knew the paint if experimental formulas and he hated that a child had to go through that. Many children. You could see the pain in Steve's usually soft blue eyes, not clouding with rage.

At 9:02 you started to help the children out of the building through the vent system, Clint's suggestion of course. You were greeted outside, not very warmly, by what must have been 100 HYDRA agents. The rest of the team joined you and they caught the agents as you and Steve protected the 20 odd kids. One agent grabbed a vulture-like girl, she must've be 5 years old at the most, and pointed a gun to her head. You stopped immediately, placing your weapon on the ground and you hands above your head.

'Don't hurt her, please' you begged the man but he just chuckled in response seeing how much you cared for the girl you had just barely met.

'I'll do want I want, bitch' he barked before tightening his grip on her throat. She looked up at you and muttered the words 'please help me' just before he took the shot. His finger tightened around the trigger squeezing it while staring at you the entire time. You didn't take your eyes off the little girl's. Big, beautiful, brown eyes staring up at you with hope, hope that you would save her life, but you didn't. You watched as he released his grip on her neck, letting her limp body fall to the ground with a sharp thud. You stared at her body. His gruff laughter jolting you back into reality. He knew he was about to die but seeing that he got to you made it all worth it. You turned your head back to face him, not saying a word you pounced on him. You ripped him apart, limb from limb, with your bare hands.

Steve saw you, elbow deep in the agent's bloody carcass. Then he saw the little girl lying on the ground next to you. He didn't say anything, now wasn't the time, he just continued to fight. He unleashed the bottled up rage from when he saw the children earlier.

Everyone was beating the agents senseless and just as you thought the battle was coming to a close more troop came from behind, snatching the kids from you and Nat, who had helped you after seeing what happened with the girl. The agents gather the children up and poured gasoline around them. You thought they were bluffing, even after earlier, you didn't think they would destroy all those experiments at least. You all stared as one man lit a match and smiled as he dropped it.

You where half a mile from them so by the time you all got there the flames were raging at 9 feet from the ground, still climbing.

Even in this state, Hulk knew that Steve and Tony would rush in to save them even though they'd probably due doing it, so he grabbed them and held them both in a huge bear hug making sure they couldn't escape. What he didn't account for was you.

You knew it was stupid, but you couldn't just watch them die. The rest of the team started to turn around, silently admitting defeat, but you didn't. You watched the daunting inferno, towering over you, growing, engulfing trees with the children. You ran into the blaze, covering your face with your arms. You rushed around checking the bodies, searching for any sign of life, until you saw an arm reach out. You bolted over to the girl, only slightly spared because of all the other's corpses piled on top of her, partly shielding her from the flames. You life's the bodies off of her and cradled her in your arms as you ran out of the fire.

Your teammates, your friends were terrified when they saw you run straight into fire. Every second you staying there the more they worried. They clung to the hope that you might come out, you had to.

When they saw you burst through the flames they all breathed a sigh of relief. They say you hold the girl and rushed over to you. Thor took her from your arms and the moment you let her go you collapsed. The last thing you saw was Steve hovering over you.

They saw you fall to the ground, mirroring the vulture girl from earlier. Steve pushed his way out of the Hulk's grip and rushed to your side. He picked you limp body up in his arms and rushed you to the quinjet, to which the others followed quick behind.

At 1:37 am Thor placed the girl onto the on-board med bay. They checked her over on the flight home, sustaining her for the time being and keeping her breathing. The whole time Steve held you in his arms and stared at the scrape, cuts, bruises and... burns that littered your body. The fire had burned through your suit, scorching your skin on your legs, abdomen and back mostly. Those were the worst ones. He stared at the burn that climbed from your neck, up your cheek. It captured a small amount of you hairline and crept it's way to your eye. He could see what looked like little tendrils of scarred skin creeping over the outer corner of your right eye. He ghosted his fingers over it feeling the raised skin, tears pricking at his eyes as you still hadn't moved.

Steve lowered you onto the med bay bed and Bruce checked you over, however hopeless it may seem. Steve held your hand, his glassy eyes not leaving your closed ones for a moment. Bruce inhaled deeply and looked over and the man at your bedside, wishing he didn't have to say what he was about to.

'I'm sorry' he started 'she doesn't have a pulse and she isn't breathing'.

No one said anything, the rest of the team stood around you praying that they heard him wrong.

Natasha walked over to the corner and sunk onto the floor, folding in on herself. Clint tilted his head back, resting it on the wall as a stared at the ceiling. Thor punched a wall of the quinjet, almost breaking straight through. Tony looked down and walked away, his guilty thoughts starting to take over. 'What if I had thought about lead? Then she'd still be alive'.

Everyone was choking back tears, they'd lost one of the most important people in their lives. The person who made them laugh with some of the most stupid jokes known to man. The person who taught them new training techniques, even when they thought they knew them all by now. The person that made them their favourite meal when they were feeling down. The person who nursed them back to health when they were sick. The person who somehow could always get them the best gifts come the holidays. The person who comforted them no matter what. The person that they relied on to be their rock.

You were just gone, and all by 3:00 am.

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[pahtoosh]

apologies and kisses

[image ID: pictures on a light purple background. there are five different baby blankets, a few different bottles of laundry detergent, and an image of chris evans as steve rogers looking smug and another of sebastian stan looking comedically distraught/.end ID]

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~2200 words

warnings: having to do chores. baby is kind of dramatic in this(but justified!)

a/n: the movies moodboards are back. this is the first post of my summer celebration!!! also my first "and kisses" piece!!! "and kisses" just means there are lots of kisses and this is important because i love kisses :)

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: Steve leaves you and Bucky alone for a day and your Baba manages to make a mistake worthy of an apology and lots of kisses

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“Okay, I’m leaving for my meeting now!” Steve called out. “Just making this announcement in case one of my loves wants to show me some love before I go!” 

Your dada would never leave without a proper goodbye unless it was an emergency, but he likes teasing you. You took the bait every time. 

“Dada! Dada wait!” You rushed to the door and “caught” Steve just as he was about to open the door. 

“Oh goodness! You just barely made it, pumpkin. I was practically out the door!” He set down his briefcase and gave you a hug and kiss. He looked over your shoulder for any sign of Bucky. “Hm. Only one of my loves came to say goodbye. I guess that’s it then. Bye sweetheart, I’ll see you later tonight.”

“No! No! Baba! Baba, come say bye bye to Dada, you have to!”

Bucky shook his head at your and Steve’s antics. He walked leisurely down the hallway before kissing Steve goodbye. 

“You sure took your time,” Dada teased. 

“I can’t be spoiling you now. Sometimes ya gotta play a lil’ hard to get.” Bucky winked. 

Steve laughed and muttered idiot before returning the kiss. “You two gonna be okay without me?”

“Yes, Steve. I’ve got the schedule and the chore chart and the MyPlate chart that you printed out for me. Twice. Relax, I’ve got this. They’re my baby too, you know.”

Your dada sighed. “I know, and I trust you but it’s been a while since we’ve been separated.”

Bucky rubbed his shoulders. “We’re gonna be fine, it’s only for a few hours-”

“Six hours.”

“And those six hours will be fun and productive thanks to the schedule you lovingly created for us. We’ll be okay, you can just focus on your meeting. Unless that’s why you’re acting like a mother hen right now.” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Are you worrying about us so you don’t have to think about your meeting?”

Steve stood a little straighter and fixed his tie. “Steve Rogers doesn’t run away from his problems. But if he did, that’d be a pretty darn good reason.”

Bucky laughed. “Okay, Captain. Whatever you say, now go kick some ass.”

“Language.” He kissed you one more time. “Bye, sweetheart.” He kissed Bucky. “Be good.”

“Why am I being told to ‘be good’?”

“Because our sweet little angel is always good. You’re the trouble around here.” Steve smiled at you and walked out the door, closing it behind him before your baba could respond. 

“Unbelievable. Did you hear that, lovie? Dada’s talking as if he wasn’t the biggest troublemaker his whole life.” He stopped looking at the door to face you. “How ‘bout those chores? Should we get started on them?”

“Don’t wannaaaa,” you whined. 

“I know, me neither but we gotta show Dada how responsible I can be. Will you help me with that, baby?”

“Mmm. Okay. But then I don’t have to eat Dada’s veggie sprouts for dinner.”

Your baba threw his head back in laughter. “Trust me, angel. Baba wouldn’t make you eat that mess even if you were the naughtiest baby in the world.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Two hours later, you and Bucky had finished watering the plants, cleaning your playroom, and doing the dishes. The only two chores left on Steve’s list were to dust all the shelves and lamps in the house and do the laundry. Bucky hated dusting, so he was saving that task for last. 

He stood a little straighter and used his sergeant voice to grab your attention. “Agent baby, I have a very important task for you.”

You copied his posture. “I’m listenin’, sargan’ baba!”

“I need you to round up all the blankies in the playroom and living room and escort them to the laundry room. And bring any loose socks you see on your way. Those tricky little guys have escaped us for the last time.”

“Yes, sargan’ baba!” You did as he said, gathering the lightweight blankets that collected on the back of the couch and in one of your playroom’s baskets. You carefully walked to the laundry room with your huge pile of blankets nearly blocking your whole face. 

“I gots dem, Baba!”

“That’s very impressive, baby! And in record time too,” Bucky praised. He took the blankets from your hands and placed them into the machine. “One, two, three, four, five, si- wait, we’re missing one. Where’s your blankie, lovie?”

You looked up innocently. “Bankie’s not dirty.”

“Now I know that’s not true. I can’t remember the last time we washed blankie.”

“But, but what if bankie don’ like the water?” You pouted and formed a crease between your brows. 

“Blankie will be fine, sweetheart. Blankets are meant to be washed! And don’t you want your blankie to be fresh and clean? Think about how you feel after a nice bath. Good, right?”

You looked down and played with the hem of your shirt. “Yah, feels good.”

“Okay, then can you get blankie for me? Or do you want sergeant baba to come with you?”

“No, I do it!” You straightened up and rushed to get your blankie, wanting to show Baba your independence. 

You carefully handed blankie to Bucky. 

“Thank you, doll. Now blankie’s gonna take a little trip with these other blankies and when they’re done they’re gonna be all clean! While I do this can you look for the feather duster in the closet? I’ll be back out in a minute.”

“Okay, Baba!”

Now alone with the washing machine, Bucky turned the knob to the correct settings and reached for the detergent. There were three different bottles on the shelf. Wait, which brand is used for blankets? How much are you supposed to use? And who needs three different kinds of laundry detergent?

Steve had been taking care of the laundry lately in exchange for Bucky cleaning the kitchen. Steve was also more particular about how fabrics felt after washing, explaining the need for different detergents. Bucky decided to put a little bit of each detergent in the machine and hope for the best. He pressed the start button and left to find you and the feather duster. 

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Not too long later, every bookshelf and lampshade in the house was dust-free, Bucky put the blankets in the dryer, and you both ate lunch. By the time the dishes were cleaned, the dryer played a happy tune signaling that the blankets were dry. 

“Baba! Is blankie time!”

He gasped. “Blankie time? We gotta move fast! Hold on baby, Baba’s gonna get you there!” He lifted you off his lap and carried you to the laundry room, moving up and down while making airplane noises. 

“Wooosh! Wooosh! Wow, baby, look at how fast you’re going!”

You squealed and held onto Bucky’s Henley for dear life. “I’m zoomin! I go so high so fast!”

“Aaaand we’ve made it to blankieland!” He put on a voice and pretended to talk into a radio. “Passengers, we have just landed in blankieland. Please stay still while we take out the blankies and give your Babas a kiss for the ride.”

You giggled and kissed Bucky on the cheek before wiggling out of his arms. “Mwah! Down please!”

He set you down and opened the dryer, putting all the blankets into a clean basket so he could take out the dryer lint while you got your blankie. He closed the door and then turned to you. 

“So, how’s blankie? All clean and fresh?”

“B-Baba?” Your lip was trembling and your eyes were filling up with tears. 

“Oh, baby what’s wrong?” He crouched down to your level.

“My blankie! You ruined blankie!” You dropped blankie and ran to your room crying. 

Confused, Bucky picked up your blanket from the floor and a pant of guilt hit him. Blotches of the fabric were discolored. It made your blanket look like someone spilled Steve’s green juice on it. He inspected the other blankets and for some reason, only yours was affected. 

Baba felt so bad for ruining something that meant so much to you. He wanted to go comfort you, but sometimes you needed time alone after a conflict. 

While giving you some space, Bucky tried to fix his mistake. He thought about all the ways he could get the stains out. He tried a stain-removing pen, but there was no change. He got a small part wet and blotted it with a towel. Again, nothing happened. Surely putting it into the machine again wouldn’t fix things, that's how he got into this mess. And he was hesitant to try vinegar, the idea of your blanket being stained and smelly was too much. With no other solutions left to try, Bucky went to go check on you. 

Luckily, you left your door wide open. You were so distracted that you just ran straight toward crying into your pillow and stuffies. Bucky could hear your cries all around the house. He was concerned about how long you’d been crying for. How much time did he spend in that laundry room?

“Baby? Baby, I’m so sorry. Baba’s so sorry he ruined your blankie.” Bucky carefully sat down on your bed and rubbed your back in a soothing gesture. “I’ll buy you a new blankie, yeah? I’ll buy you as many as you want, as big as you want, as colorful as you want.”

He couldn’t be too sure, but he might’ve heard you sob the word “no” three times. 

“Angel, I’m so sorry. I just wanted you to have a clean blankie. When Dada gets back I’ll have him teach me how to clean blankie the correct way, okay? Maybe he can fix this.” Bucky actually wasn’t sure this was something that could be fixed, but he’d say anything to make you happy. “It was an honest mistake, angel. Can you forgive me?”

“I never forgive you, Baba! Never ever ever ever!” You smashed your face into a pillow and kept sobbing. 

Bucky sighed and held his head in his hands. He was hoping for an ounce of Steve’s patience right now. He thought about taking you over to the tower himself. You could see Steve sooner. Maybe some of the other Avengers would still be there and they could help cheer you up. Or maybe he could bribe you with treats, he did just go grocery shopping yesterday...

Luckily, your Dada was just about to park the car. He opened the door expecting to see either you running up to him or you and Bucky sleeping on the couch, exhausted from all the chores. He was not expecting to hear you crying. Steve quickly took off his shoes and found the two of you. 

“What’s going on?” It was an odd scene, you lying face down in the middle of the bed, sobbing while Bucky was perched on the edge about to pull his hair out. 

You turned over and reached out to Dada, still whimpering. He picked you up and reached for a tissue to clean your face. “What’s got my little sweetheart so worked up, hmm?”

“B-Baba wuined bankie.” You hid your face in Steve’s neck, too tired to do anything else. 

Dada looked over to Bucky with a raised brow. 

“I was doing the laundry and I messed up blankie.”

“Show me.”

Bucky left to get blankie while Steve sat on your bed with you in his lap. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

You whined and nuzzled deeper into Steve’s shoulder. 

He sighed and rubbed your back, beginning to talk anyway. “I know how much blankie means to you, baby. I’m sorry Baba ruined it. Did Baba say sorry to you?”

You sniffled. “Ya.”

“And did you forgive him?”

You didn’t answer. 

“Babyyy,” he said in a warning tone. Steve did not appreciate unanswered questions. 

“No. I say I never forgive him.”

He sucked in a breath. “That’s harsh, now why would you say that?”

“Because blankie!”

“I know, I know. But don’t you think Baba is a little more important than blankie? I bet Baba’s real sorry even without your crying.”

Bucky came into your room with blankie. Steve reached for it and inspected the damage. 

“You poured the detergent straight onto it instead of using the slot, didn’t you?”

“How did you know that?”

Steve grimaced. “I made that mistake too. With my own blanket, thankfully. This kind of fabric just soaks it up. And why are the splotches different colors? Which detergent did you use?”

Bucky scratched the back of his neck. “All of them?” Steve’s eyes widened. “I didn’t use a lot! Just a little of each. Why do we need three different kinds anyway?”

Steve laughed. “It’s okay, Buck. I’ll show you the ropes next time.” He turned to you. “See, baby? It was an accident. Baba was trying so hard to clean blankie that he used three whole different soaps!”

You giggled softly and snuck a peek at your daddies. Steve looked hopeful while Bucky still looked sad and a little embarrassed. You didn’t like seeing Baba so down. You reached out to him. 

He looked surprised. “You want me to hold you?” When you nodded, he reached out to pick you up. He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. “Again, I’m so sorry baby. Baba didn’t know.”

You held his face with both hands. “Is okay Baba. Sorry for being a meanie.”

He laughed. “You’re no meanie, angel.” He kissed you and then cuddled you, mouthing thank you to Steve over your shoulder. 

The next day, your daddies took you on a trip to buy a new blankie and Steve spent an hour showing Bucky how to do the laundry. He even took notes and laminated them to keep in the laundry room.

[dragonflylady77]

CielDePeanut messaged me to say she was not coming back to the harringrove fandom, which makes me sad, but everyone needs to do what's best for them.

However she told me that she was planning on finishing her fic Swimming Lessons, which fills me with joy. 🥰

Summary:

Billy had no idea why he decided to give this kid swimming lessons, but now it was too late and he was regretting all of his life choices. Add that to Steve lurking like a worried hen mother, Billy didn't think he would last the month. Or...?

[sinner-as-saint]

heartless pt. 2

Incubus!Bucky x Witch!Reader (fantasy au)

Read Part 1 here 

Run-through: Introducing your demon boyfriend to your magical community went well. Starting a family with him was even better than you could ever ask for. 

Themes: domestic!incubus!bucky, fluff, pregnant!reader, smut, size difference, protective!bucky, HEA, breeding kink, he has wings and a tail, 

“Bucky?” 

You called out and waited. He was still getting used to his new name so sometimes it took him a while before he replied. 

A few moments went by and then he shouted from downstairs, “Yes?” 

You smiled and shouted back, “Can you come here please?” 

Then as usual, he showed up before you could even blink. As if he stepped out of thin air. “Are you alright, little one? What is it?” He crouched beside the bed, worried as he looked down at you. “Do you need anything?” He asked, reaching out to touch your cheek. 

You almost purred at his touch, squirming just a little under the sheets. It was way too early to wake up but surprisingly, Bucky was always up before sunrise. “Yeah,” You said, “You.” 

He chuckled. “Insatiable, aren’t you?” 

You smiled then lifted the blanket off of the bed, inviting him in, “Come here, it’s so warm in here.” You said. 

He sighed before sliding under the covers with you, “How will I ever get any work done if you keep acting like this, huh?” He chided playfully as his broad body settled beside you. You snuggled up to his side immediately, placing your head on his chest. 

He could feel the slight bump pressing against his hip and his tail immediately wrapped around your thigh. He smiled and placed his warm hand on it. You placed your hand on top of his and sighed in bliss. Bucky placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

Life had been better than ever lately. You and the baby were doing fine and your bump had begun showing now. Bucky had settled in nicely here. At first, he was anxious to go out and meet your friends but it all went so smoothly. People were warm and welcoming to him as they were to you. He even impressed all of them with his strength and speed. 

Bucky had even made friends of his own rather quickly - Sam, the dragon shifter and Steve, the gargoyle. The three often hung out all the time and they flew together as they initially bonded over their love for flying. 

You were so grateful for everything you had right now. Your little family, your shop where Bucky helped out a lot, the happy future you were going to have together. But mostly, you were grateful for the way Bucky had a chance at a new life here. Thanks to his powers, he was rather well-known and helped around a lot. People grew to adore him quickly. Yes, he also often offered to deliver stuff to the dragon people up on the mountains since he did it faster, but you also knew that he did all that just so he could hang out with Sam more. 

On days when he wasn’t needed to be a hero and help people move stuff or deliver things, he was the most perfect stay-at-home partner. He’d walk with you to your shop and help you set up for the day before going back home. You taught him how to bake and often when you’d come home you’d find the house smelling of fresh baked goods. 

Bucky was also so, so caring. A complete mother hen at times. He was protective, especially when you began showing. He was always holding your hand, helping you around the house, doing chores, and all. He also only hung out with his friends after making sure you were fed and comfortable, either in bed or sitting by the window with a good book. He was so perfect. Life with him was perfect. 

“What are you thinking about, little witch?” He asked, lips brushing against your forehead. 

You snuggled closer and answered, “About how much I love you.” You could’ve sworn you felt the way his heart skipped a beat. He wrapped his arms tighter around you and only reminded you of how much you loved the way he was bigger than you were, it made him the most amazing cuddle buddy. 

“I love you too, little one.” His voice deepened and you just knew what that meant… 

Just moments later, you were pinned to the bed. Wrists trapped in his fist above your head, your legs spread open as he settled in between them and fucked you slowly, passionately while holding your stare. Somehow this soft lovemaking made you lose your mind even more than rough sex did. 

The slow and steady slide of him as he moved in and out of you. The way he held your stare, as if waiting or searching for a sign which would tell him you’re in pain or uncomfortable, the way he kissed and caressed each and every inch of you. 

Bucky, you had noticed, was always soft with you these days. Especially since your bump began showing. Like he was being extra careful with how he handled your body. Even now as he leaned down to kiss you while he fucked you slowly, he was careful not to press against your belly too much. 

“I love you so much,” He murmured into the kiss as his hand slid in between your bodies so he could caress your bump, your thighs, your legs before moving back up to toy with your clit, making your cry out in pleasure. 

“Bucky, please…” You moaned, biting down on his soft lip as he sped up. 

“I know,” he cooed, “I know, my love,” He whispered against your mouth and made you come in no time. 

—

As you reached your due date, Bucky was losing his mind more than you were. He insisted that you stayed at home and that he would manage your shop. Your bump was the biggest it had ever been and needless to say, Bucky was obsessed with it. 

You’d often wake up in the middle of the night and find him caressing it, talking to it, kissing it. Often, you’d just fall right back to sleep with his soft voice as a lullaby. But other times, you’d push him onto his back and ride him until the sun rose. 

— 

The day that changed Bucky’s life forever started out just like any other. He helped you get dressed since it was getting harder for you to do most things with that bump. Then he made sure you were nice and comfy in bed before he left to attend to your shop. And then a whole day went by and something just felt different as he flew home. Like a pinch inside his chest, nothing bad, just different. 

When he entered your home, he couldn’t tell what it was that changed but something surely did. The first thing he noticed was that you weren’t in your usual spot by the window in that beloved chair of yours. You weren’t baking either. Your workshop door was shut so that meant that you weren’t in there. 

His heart began racing as he went up the stairs as quickly as he could. Please, please, please be okay, please… 

He barged into your shared bedroom and his heart dropped. There you were, sitting on the edge of the bed. Cradling a bundle in your arms. When you lifted your head up and smiled at him, he almost teared up. 

“What…” He could barely talk. Frozen in place, heart racing still. 

“Hi.” You said, looking like you’d been crying. “She came early.” You said, looking down at your daughter. 

Bucky was still frozen, “But how did you…” 

“Magic. One of the perks of being a witch, you see. It didn’t hurt. It was messy though, but magic helped with that too.” You chuckled, standing up. Bucky moved immediately then. He was right next to you in the blink of an eye, his arm around you. 

“I should’ve been here. I shouldn’t have left this morning, I should’ve-,” 

“Oh Buck,” You cut his rambling off with a smile and said, “You couldn’t have known. I didn’t even know she’d be here today. It’s alright, I wasn’t in pain.” You assured him. “Now come on, hold your daughter.” You handed the bundle over to him. 

Bucky held her carefully and sat down on the edge of the bed, just staring at the little face which stared back at him quietly. She had your hair and your skin but her eyes, they were her father’s eyes. “So beautiful,” Bucky murmured. 

You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled to yourself. Watching Bucky just hold your daughter was something you’d never forget. But then he looked up at you, looking all sad and miserable. 

“I should’ve been here.” He said again. 

You leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. “It’s alright. I’m sure you’ll be here for the next one.”  

“Next one?” He sounded pleasantly surprised. 

You nodded. “Well, you didn’t think we’d have just one, did you?” You caressed his face, stroking his cheek. 

— 

Watching Bucky bond with your daughter was simply the best thing in the world. Ever since she learnt how to crawl, she’d follow her father around the house. Bucky was too nervous to take her flying yet but he’d often take her for walks when you were busy with your shop. 

And on days when you took her on walks, she would let out the loudest of giggles when you pointed at Bucky soaring in the sky above you. And the funniest part was watching her get all wide-eyed when looking at bats flying, thinking they were her father too.  

Bucky was butthurt when your daughter’s first words were ‘mama’. But he then spent weeks trying to get her to say ‘daddy’ instead and the day she did, he was the happiest male ever. 

Although he wasn’t the happiest when your daughter began teething because she made it her life’s mission to bite her father’s wings whenever she could. Or the one time your daughter somehow found an injured bat in the yard and brought it in, all teary eyed and held it up to you and said, “Daddy.” 

You burst out laughing while Bucky stood there frowning. He picked up your daughter while you healed the bat’s broken wing, and told her, “That thing does not look like daddy. No. Daddy is big and strong. Daddy does not look like that. Daddy has mighty wings.” 

But your little one just pouted, tears filling her eyes again as she said, “Daddy,” while pointed at the poor bat. 

—

By the time your little one turned three, you were already expecting a second one. And Bucky was beyond happy. 

And during your first few months of pregnancy, you found yourself needing Bucky way more than usual. It didn’t matter if it was barely dawn or in the middle of the afternoon. 

And one such afternoon, Bucky came home looking extra good. Hair all messed up, sweaty and weaning nothing but dark pants. Wings all flared behind him, probably to cool them down. He stepped into the house panting slightly. Lately he and Sam had been helping their other friend, Steve, build his cabin by the lake. 

“There you are,” You said, walking over to him, “I was wondering when you’d get home.” You purposely traced your finger down the edge of his wing and he almost moaned at the sensation. Wings were extremely sensitive. 

He smirked, shutting the door behind him. He could already tell where this was going. “How have you been all day?” He asked, kissing your cheek before placing a hand on your slight bump. “Where’s the little demon?” 

You chuckled, “She’s at the neighbours’,” You answered, “You know how much she loves playing with the kids.” You stood up on your tiptoes and kissed Bucky’s jaw, “And I have been here all alone all day.” 

Bucky’s body leaned into you slightly, his tail sliding under your robe and wrapping around your thigh. “Oh?” He cooed, “How terrible.” He played along, picking you up - still surprising you with his strength even now - and walking up the stairs. “I’m so sorry, my love. I should drop everything and just be at home at all times, catering to your needs.” He teased, making you chuckle. “Fulfilling each one of your fantasies and keeping you satiated at all times, shouldn’t I?” 

He placed you down in your bed and hovered above you. His pretty eyes stared into yours, his body pressing deliciously against yours. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh Bucky, please. I need you.” You murmured, your fingers already undoing his pants. 

Bucky chuckled and kissed you deeply, before kissing down your neck. He also untied your robe, opening the dark fabric so he could look at your bare body. And it took his breath away each time. 

You could’ve sworn he growled as he lowered his mouth to your breasts, his tail wrapping and squeezing the other one. “You’re all mine.” He mumbled as he continued kissing down your body. Further down, he leaned spread your legs apart and kissed your inner thighs. He placed both his hands on either one of your knees, settling in between them while looking up at you with nothing but adoration and hunger in his eyes. 

“All yours.” You whispered, watching his mouth get closer to your wetness. Your bump hid part of his face but you felt him kissing your bump before bringing his mouth down to where you’d been craving him all day. You squirmed in bed and moaned out loud when you felt his warm tongue lick from your entrance up to your clit. 

“Fuck,” He swore, “You taste incredible.” 

Your hand immediately flew to his already messy, damp hair, and you grabbed a fistful of it, tugging on it gently as his mouth teased you. His tongue slowly circled around your clit and he earned another moan out of you. As though your senses were heightened, you felt even warmer and tingly as his mouth moved against you.

“Oh, I’ve missed you all day,” You whined and he wrapped his arms around your thighs, spreading you even more as he pulled you closer to his mouth, pressing his face into you, eating you out until you were nothing but a squirming, moaning mess under him. 

With a couple more strokes of his tongue, he had you coming undone, gushing out all over his tongue as he lapped up whatever you gave him, making you gasp and moan even louder. 

Almost dizzy with pleasure, you felt him kissing his way up your body, leaving warm, wet kisses all over your skin, especially around your bump, until he reached your mouth again. His kiss was gentle. When he pulled away, you finally opened your eyes to stare into his blue ones. 

“You are so beautiful like this, all needy and naked beneath me. With your legs spread, just waiting for your man to fuck you,” He whispered, looking deep into your eyes and knowing damn well what his words did to you. With his body hovering above yours he leaned in to kiss along your jaw and down your neck. Absolutely loving the way you squirmed under him. “Looking at you. You must’ve been all wet all day, just thinking about me, hmm? I bet your pretty fingers did a terrible job at satisfying you, didn’t they? My poor, little witch.” 

“Oh damn you.” You whined, making him chuckle. 

He leaned in for a kiss again as he carefully slid into you, filling you up nicely. He knew he had to be just a little more careful and gentle than usual. Because as much as he was dying to fuck you like an animal, he didn’t want to hurt you. 

You whined in pleasure and your back arched off the bed just a little as you felt his thick cock filling you up, all nice and snug inside you. You reminded him a lot of a kitten basking in sunlight and he couldn’t help but push deeper inside you. Wanting to hear more of your whining and moaning.

He laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head as he sped up into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once he started rocking in and out of you. He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly. 

His large wings flared even wider behind him, casting a shadow over the both of you. And there, in the cocoon of shadow and darkness, nothing existed but the two of you. His strong body moved as carefully as he could against you. His movements were gentle, passionate and loving. His hips rolled against your body perfectly, and his body weight pressing down gently on you was comforting. His grip around your hand tightened each time you’d moan. 

“I love you,” He whispered, leaning in to kiss you. “I love all of you,” He said, watching you gasp and moan for him. “You’re mine.” he whispered against your lips, rocking in and out of you as he felt you clench around him. “Now come for me.” He whispered, kissing your face. 

You couldn’t help but come right there and then. The tenderness, the loving way in which he held you, you couldn’t help but come undone with a breathy moan. Bucky came right after you, gasping and grunting against your open mouth. 

“I love you so much,” You whispered, snuggling into him as he finally laid down next to you. 

He kissed your temple and said, “I love you more. Now what do you say we take a bath together, then we go get our daughter. I’m sure the little demon is making the neighbours lose their minds.” 

You laughed together at the thought of it. 

— 

This time, as the due date was close, Bucky was prepared. He’d spent the entire week with you leading up to the big day. Steve was the one handling your shop at the time being and he had a long, long list of instructions to get him by. Besides, you and Bucky both knew that the major reason why he offered to help with the shop was because the grumpy gargoyle had his eyes on a pretty mermaid who often visited your shop whenever she was on land. But either way, his help was very much welcomed. 

On the day you had your second daughter, Bucky was the most supportive partner one could ask for. He held your hand through it all, even if your magic took away most of the pain and even if your magic cleaned up every mess. He was there with you. 

And once he held the new baby in his arms, he teared up just like he did the first time. 

—

Watching both your daughters grow up was pure bliss. Being parents to two kids was different but you and Bucky handled it together and you were happier than ever. You eventually had to rebuild your house in order to accommodate new members, but also so that it was easier for Bucky to move around - given his size. 

Soon, you had an entirely new home that you spent days decorating and turning it into the cosiest home ever. You also ended up having a much larger workshop because your daughters needed their space too. 

Your eldest daughter was naturally drawn to animals and nature, so you’d tell her little things that your mother taught you every day. Teach her about important plants and animals and she’d listen carefully and you just knew that she’d grow up to be even better than you were one day. You’ll never forget the day she casted her first spell perfectly. Both you and Bucky had shed a tear or two while watching her. 

“She’s a natural,” You’d whispered to Bucky as you both watched your daughter heal an injured squirrel. 

He kissed the top of your head and said, “Of course she is, her mother is the greatest witch I’ve ever known.” 

As your kids grew older, they’d often run off to play with your friends’ kids. And often you and Bucky would find yourselves alone at home. Though you did fuck. A lot. You also spent time doing the most mundane things like baking, or teaching him how to make basic potions or jewellery. 

That was his favourite thing, playing with crystals and making the most random stuff. Once he’d made you the ugliest bracelet you had ever seen but you didn’t tell him that and still wore it every single day only because he had spent about four hours on it and was very, very proud of it. 

—

You and Bucky would often walk around the woods. When the girls came with you, they’d play around gathering random flowers and putting them in their father’s hair while you collected important things you needed for your potions and stuff. 

One day, you left for the woods early. The sun was about to rise and it was your favourite time of the day. The woods were foggy, lush and green. The mist was still clinging to every leaf, the animals still asleep. 

You began filling your basket with the regular stuff. Berries, herbs, necessary flowers, etc. But then you heard twigs snapping somewhere behind you. You smiled as you turned around and faced nothing but the still fog. 

“I know it’s you, Buck.” You said, then got back to collecting your things. 

Silence. And then a hand reached out and grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you against a tall, muscular body. You smiled up at him. “Well, well. What do we have here? A witch all alone in the dark woods.” He teased, nuzzling your neck, tickling you until you laughed and tried to pull away but he wouldn’t let you. “Don’t you know big, bad demons roam these woods? Don’t you know they like playing with pretty little witches?” 

You bit him on the cheek and then pulled away once you caught him off guard, and ran away laughing. “We can play, demon.” You called out, knowing the woods would absorb most of your voice, “But only if you catch me!” 

The fog helped in keeping you hidden as you ran as far away from him as possible, hiding behind trees, trying to contain your laughter. You could hear him growling and hissing behind you. 

“I had to tiptoe out of the house so I don’t wake the girls up, and now you’re gonna make me chase you? Huh?” He groaned, sounding miserable. “You’re gonna make me work for it?” But you could hear it in his voice that despite the fog, he was trying to find you. 

You chuckled to yourself as you hid behind a tree. But it took him no less than a minute to find you. 

“There you are!” He chuckled. “Can’t hide from me, witch,” He pressed your back against the tree and leaned in for a messy, heated kiss. And a few moments later, he was sliding inside of you. Holding you up while fucking into you hard and fast. 

You didn’t know what had gotten into him but fuck were you grateful for it. He kissed you, bruising your mouth as he fucked you like an animal. His cock sliding in and out, stretching you as he went. His tall, strong body holding you up and spreading your legs further like you were nothing but just his to fuck. 

He murmured against your lips, “Have you been taking your potion?” He asked, referring to the contraceptive one. 

You smirked against his parted lips and said, “No,” then let out a moan as he sped up immediately. “Oh, Buck…” You whined and gasped and moaned as he pounded into you. The bark of the tree pressing into your back hurt but you didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want him to ever stop. 

He kissed down your chin, biting on your neck. “Does that mean I can fill you up again, little witch? Hmm? Are you gonna carry my child again, my love?” He asked, whispering against your skin as he made you lose your mind. 

“Yes,” You cried out. “Yes I will.” You pulled away to look up at him and saw nothing but profound love in his eyes. 

“I love you,” He murmured before spilling inside you with a loud grunt which had you coming undone right after him. 

And then nine months later, you had twin girls. 

—

Your family grew, and you often shed happy tears as you watched your girls grow each day. Bucky was the best father they could ask for. He was patient, and kind and mischievous when he wanted to be. And he was the best partner ever. 

One time you found him standing in the backyard, watching your daughters as they chased after birds and butterflies near the creak. He wasn’t doing anything, just standing there. Thinking probably. 

So you went up to him, hugged him from behind and asked, “What is it?” 

He sighed. A happy, content sigh. Then pulled you into his arms properly and said, “I can’t believe this is my life. And I get to live it with you.” 

You smiled up at him. “Likewise.” 

He smirked, “I’ve been meaning to ask, are we done having kids?” 

You laughed. “I don’t know. We’ll see, I suppose.” You looked back at your daughters. Their giggles and laughter and squeals of happiness was the best sound in the world. “I think I want one more.” 

Bucky laughed, loudly. “I better get started on building us an even bigger house then.” 

You chuckled, “And I can’t wait to watch you build.” You winked, “You know you look good when you lift heavy stuff, all muscly and sweaty.” 

He laughed even louder, leaning down to kiss you and you thought, you couldn’t wait to spend every day for centuries upon centuries by his side. 

— 

a/n: read about steve and his mermaid gf here 

[holylulusworld]

On my period I'm thinking which of my fav characters lovers will be concerned to witness their girl eating nothing because the hunger is absent, doing some tasks even the uterus is awfully hurting...

I think, everyone.

Steve Rogers would hover over you like a mother hen. The concern is written all over your Captain's face. "Doll, I'm going to make you something light to eat. Your Captain is here." He rubs your back. "I'm going to make you feel better soon."

Bucky Barnes would simply storm into the room, his arms full of snacks and everything you like. He won't accept any discussion. Bucky will coax you into eating for him and reward you with a kiss for every bite you eat.

Dean Winchester will show you his secret stash. He'll offer to share his pie with you, too. He never shares his pie, and you know when he offers to share his favorite food, he's worried about you.

Oh and these two, they will make sure you eat well before they help you with the cramps...

[its-elioo]

Incorrect quotes Part 2 (RnM fanfic related)

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Ratchet: If you had 7 cookies and I asked for 3, how many would you have?

Pinkie: None.

Ratchet: This is basic math Pinkie-

Pinkie: I would give them all to you because you are my friend!

Ratchet: [holding back tears] Disgusting. Get away from me.

-

Optimus: I’m adopting another child.

Sunset: Congratulations, Optimus! That’s great-

Optimus: It’s you, sign here.

-

Sideswipe: NO. NO SHUT- SHUT THE FRAG UP!

Rainbow: YOU KNOW I’M RIGHT!

Sideswipe: NO, YOU’RE NOT! YOU’RE STUPID! YOU’RE DUMP!

Rainbow: YOU JUST DON’T WANT TO ADMIT THAT I WAS RIGHT!

Sideswipe: YOU’RE NOT!

Rainbow: I AM!

Strongarm, beyond confused: What are they arguing about?

Twilight: Fnaf lore.

-

[on a walk]

Bumblebee: It’s beautiful out here.

Fluttershy: And quiet.

Bumblebee: Too quiet.

Fluttershy: Did we lose someone?

[cut to Pinkie and Smokescreen screaming while running from a bear]

-

Sunset: Ratchet isn’t answering.

Twilight: I’ll call.

Rainbow: Twi, we all tried several times each, what makes you thi-

Ratchet: Hello?

-

Rainbow: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Bumblebee: Wasn’t Sideswipe with you?

Sideswipe: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

-

Sunset: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Fluttershy: How can you still say that?!

Sunset: Because when things get though, denial is all we have.

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Rainbow: Don’t worry, if there’s a bad guy within a mile of us, I’ll sense it.

A Vehicon: *appears behind her*

Rainbow: May be a little off my game here.

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Ratchet: You think I enjoy being a mother hen to you all?!

The whole team: …

Ratchet: Okay, fine. It’s like a crack to me.

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Rainbow: When I was little-

Sideswipe: Pfft, “was”.

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Ratchet: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Twilight: It was me…

Ratchet: …Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

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Rarity: This is a mistake!

Knock Out: A mistake we’re going to laugh about one day!

Rarity: But not today.

Knock Out: Oh, no. Today’s going to be a mess.

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Rainbow, setting down a card: Ace of spades.

Sideswipe, pulling out an Uno card: +4

Pinkie, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you!

Smokescreen, trembling: What are we even playing??

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Rarity: Just be careful, Knock Out!

Knock Out: I’m always careful, my dear!

Knock Out: It’s everything around me that’s careless.

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Pinkie: I’ve already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Smokescreen: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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Sideswipe: Yo, come here.

Rainbow: For what?

Sideswipe: Just come here.

Rainbow: Nah, you’re gonna hit me.

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Twilight: Am I in trouble?

Arcee: Take a guess.

Twilight: No?

Arcee: Take another guess.

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Rarity: You often use humor to deflect trauma.

Knock Out: Thank you.

Rarity: I didn’t say that was a good thing.

Knock Out: What I’m hearing is, you think I’m funny.

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Sideswipe: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I’ll wait.

Rainbow: You and me!

Sideswipe, tearing up: Okay.

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Optimus: With great power comes great responsibility.

Sunset: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

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Twilight: How do I deal with my enemies?

Arcee: Kill them.

Twilight: That’s a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution.

Arcee: Kill them only a little?

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Pinkie: I have made a complete replica of the Eiffel Tower out of popsicle sticks!

Smokescreen: Pinkie… how much popsicles did you eat?

Pinkie: I can’t feel my tongue and world smells of colors!

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Bumblebee: I know you two snuck out last night, Rainbow.

Sideswipe, whispering: Play dump.

Rainbow: Who’s Rainbow?

Sideswipe: Not that dump!

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Shockwave: This kind of idiocy will NOT be tolerated in my laboratory.

Steve: Is there a level of idiocy you'd be more comfortable with, sir?

[sosa2imagines]

Hey I just got my wisdom teeth removed so I’m wondering if you can write a fic where Sebastian Stan’s and Chris Evans’s characters takes care of reader after they got their wisdom teeth removed please 😊

Hey, I hope you are doing well, please take care. Also thank you for this ask, I had lots of fun writing this.

Warnings- only fluff. ___________________

Sebastian Stan.

Bucky Barnes-

Bucky loves you and he was trying for you. It made him sad to see you this way, curled up on his couch, your eyes squeezed shut as you whine every now and then.

Bucky will panic and be worried at the same time. He would hold a cold compress on your face, help you to stay hydrated.

Every now and then he would ask, “Uh… do you want cold water?” “How about a cold juice?”, “ice cream is good, I brought your favorite flavor.” He’ll make sure to follow the instructions given by the dentist, to ease your pain.

Even in pain and swollen face, he thinks you're absolutely adorable.

You want his cool metal palm on you? It is all yours.

Oh, you are hungry? Even though he can’t cook, he will try his best, to make a soup for you. Bucky will go to the kitchen, a bit panicked and not sure what to do. He had never taken care of someone before, so this was all new to him. But you are not just someone, you are his doll.

He’ll do anything for you.

Nick Fowler-

Let’s say before the procedure even begin, Nick had warned the dentist, to go easy on you, to make it as painless as possible.

The dentist had told you; you did feel “little” pain. Nick was okay with that; you can deal with “little” pain. So why the hell are there tears in your eyes, because of the pain? Yup the dentist can kiss goodbye to their life job for lying.

Nick will not let you leave the bed. You will just relax and chill in the air-conditioned room. Everything will be at your service. From cold water to cold juices and ice creams.

There’s a min freezer in the room, full of cold- compression just for you.

You have a project to complete? Nope, not happening. You are just going to rest. The project can wait. Or the person who want’s the project done, can wait or say good bye to life it.

Lee Bodecker-

Lee just can’t stand, to see you in pain. He may not be good in taking care, but that does not mean, he won’t try.

He won’t eat sweets. If you can’t have them, he won’t have them either. You can only have soup? He’ll have soup too.

Before going out to work, he will remind you, to rest and take the pain killers, if absolute necessary.

But let’s face it. Looking after the town and the upcoming elections, he is tired. He has needs. The stress is making him crave something sweet.

So, he’ll come up with the best solution. He’ll go down on you. It’s a win-win situation for you two. He gets his dose of sweet, from eating you and you get the best distraction from the pain.

Chris Evans.

Steve Rogers-

Steve will instantly become the mother hen. Concern face on. Every fifteen minutes, he’ll ask “Hey, how are you feeling?”

He will gently examine your face, his fingers probing the swollen areas with a tender touch. “You're going to be okay, I'm here for you.” he says reassuringly.

He proceeds to pamper you with ice cream, painkillers, and a constant supply of cold compresses, even singing a soft rendition of ‘Star-Spangled Man with a Plan’ to distract you, from the discomfort. Even though he hates it. But for you, he’ll do anything. (Even take a break from avenging.)

Lloyd Hansen-

Let’s just say the dentist was bit hesitant, to treat you. Lloyd was sitting in the room, with pilers, just to make sure, you are having a painless treatment.

Back at the fortress of solitude, he has given everyone a strict order, to be quiet. No noise. Noise is ban. His sugar had a painful treatment and he’ll make sure you get to rest, without any disturbance.

He will lie down on the bed, next to you, letting you rest your head on his firm chest. Making you feel comfortable and safe. He gently caresses your hair, proud of himself, to see you are sleeping peacefully.

But someone makes a noise, waking you up. You whimper, because of the pain. He quickly gives you painkillers, kissing your forehead. He will find out who made the noise.

Lloyd removes that person’s tooth and makes the person wear headphones. Heavy metal playing in them. Let’s see how that person likes, getting disturb.

Lloyd, has filled the bedroom with magazines and books you like. Netflix ready to play. He has called in the best chefs, to make different types of delicious soups and ice-cream for you.

He will even let you play with his moustache.

Andy Barber-

As a district attorney, Andy is used to dealing with tough cases, but seeing you in pain, brings out his protective instincts. He proceeds to pamper you with ice cream, painkillers, cold compresses, music and even offering to make you a warm bath to relax.

As you two spend the day together, Andy tells you, stories of his courtroom victories and the latest town gossip, making you laugh despite your discomfort. He's determined to take your mind off the pain and make you feel loved and cared for.

Andy will keep on whispering, “You're doing great, love. Just remember, no strenuous activities for a while, okay?”

In the process of distracting you, he’ll end up distracting himself and you won’t even realize, when he started to do…..ahem

[eviesaurusrex]

“15. finding excuses to be alone with each other” With Bucky Barnes 🥰

I always do this too but then I get really nervous when it actually happens 😂

I never did that, but it sounds so bloody sweet. I hope you like with what I came up!

Bucky Barnes x (implied) Stark!Reader (sorry)

warnings: fluff, maybe some anxiety and intrusive thoughts by our baby boy, short mention of mind-reading abilities

word count: 1.5k

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The team—consisting of Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint, and Bucky—had just returned from their mission in the snowy depths of Poland, still partially in their tactical gear, heavy duffle bags thrown over their shoulders or tiredly carried in their hands. Bucky felt as if he could sleep for hours if he hit the bed any time soon, and even thought the nightmares wouldn’t plague him as much as they usually used to, but he couldn’t fool himself that much. Instead, he dreaded the return to the empty bedroom he called his ever since joining his best friend and being out of rehab. He would much more prefer it if he could grab one of the books neatly stacked on the bookshelf—the only furniture, other than his closet, really in constant use—and make himself comfortable in the lounge or in the labs with…—

As the thought struck him, not really out of the blue because he was constantly thinking about her, Bucky stopped in his tracks and made Sam almost run into him on his way to his own room on their shared floor. “What the…? Could you please not randomly stop in front of my face?!” The brooding soldier didn’t even spare a glance at the complaining man in his back, who got on his nerves on a daily basis and let the duffle bag fall from his left shoulder as if suddenly pummeled by almost excruciating pain.

Steve had turned at the commotion in his back, eyes swiftly moving over the two men he considered his closest friends, before taking Bucky in, who now had even grabbed the base of his freshly crafted metal arm and let his shoulder slowly but steadily rotate. “You alright, Buck?” The brunet felt awful for worrying Steve in such a matter, knowing how the blond tended to be the mother hen of the entire group, always looking out for each and everyone, but he couldn’t help himself. So, he shrugged with the unharmed shoulder, fingers still closed around the metal covered by the rigid fabric of his combat jacket. “Not sure. Felt it earlier too. Probably should get that checked out,” Bucky muttered and attempted to gather the bag from the floor, but Steve was fast to stop him. “I got this, pal. Go and let someone take a look at it, but I need their approval to let you back in the field.”

With that, the blond soldier grabbed his bag and continued his way while Sam threw him a suspicious look as he walked past him, following the whispering and gossiping rest. He didn’t bother to listen in on them and instead turned back to where he came from and entered the labs next to the landing pad with the best view over the lake after a swipe of his keycard. The music, which had played until the glass door opened in front of him, stopped as soon as he stepped into the spacious room, equipped with the best of the best—at least, he assumed it because he didn’t know a single thing by name or function in his line of sight.

Tranquility found its way into his constantly working and often haunted mind, letting the tension in his shoulders disappear like snow at the sight of spring’s first sunshine, and he finally was able to take a deep breath, even before his eyes found a messy mop of hair peeking between screens and equipment.

“If you think you need to drag me out for another unnecessary father-daughter lunch date, you can immediately turn on the spot and move your ass out of here agai—…”

Her sentence ended as she looked up and saw him standing in the middle of her sacred space instead of her father. Bucky could see how her eyes widened a fraction, only a second, before a radiant smile crept onto her already pretty face. “James,” YN greeted him with the same tone she always used when talking to him—always so incredibly soft as if he was something precious she needed to protect. He didn’t think he was or that he even deserved an ounce of her kindness and gentleness, but he couldn’t keep his distance either.

“Hey, doll.” The nickname had started to slip naturally some time ago, but gladly, YN never seemed to hold any objections against it. Quite the opposite because he could always hear her heartbeat increasing while her cheeks blushed adorably. He could witness it just now, and that made him smile the first genuine smile since going on that mission. “What can I do for you? Is everything alright?” He remembered again with what excuse he had found his way into her presence and nodded, shame practically swirling in his body. “Uhm… I think something isn’t right with-with the arm,” Bucky managed to get out and felt even more ashamed at the sight of worry creeping up into her mesmerizing eyes, which had captured him since she first had laid them on him. “Oh, fuck. Okay, okay. We’ll get this fixed, yeah? I’m so sorry if it hurts or if the mission was at risk or if it troubled you or—…”

YN only stopped her rambling apology the moment she had reached him, and Bucky had gotten a soft hold of her hand. “It’s alright, doll. Really. Everyone came back without a scratch.” Except for your mind, the voice inside his head tauntingly whispered, but her touch was fast to silence it again. “Well, okay. Still, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you wear it without running some last tests after the transport from Wakanda.” The soldier followed her lead and tenderly squeezed her fingers, still entangled with his, as he sat on the chair she pulled out for him. “Actually, it’s nothing major. Probably have to still get used to it.”

It was a masterpiece she had crafted for him with the assistance of Shuri and the Wakandan materials, reminding him once more why he didn’t deserve this woman.

Her soft hands helped him out of his combat gear, leaving him with a bare chest in her labs, making him almost regret it. Bucky never liked it when she saw the many ugly scars and the deformed tissue that once was his left shoulder. But the moment her gentle fingers started to trace along the edge of his new arm where it was connected to the new prosthetic head, those thoughts almost entirely vanished, and his mind was only able to capture every angle and every expression of her face as she started to do her work.

“It looks good, great even. Almost… perfect.” Her whispering voice sounded as if YN was in a trance as her eyes wandered over every inch of his shoulder and the arm now resting in her hands, making him feel every single touch. “How’s the haptic feedback? Can you still feel…this?” He tried to look, but with a laugh, YN stopped him from moving his head by cupping his chin with her fingers. “No, don’t look. That’s not how those questions work. Your brain would tell you you feel something even if it’s not the case,” she grinned while Bucky thought his heart would explode every second at the even closer proximity of their faces.

At least he knew he wasn’t the only one realizing it, and a grin started to tuck at his lips. “Again. Do you feel this?” YN started to trace indecipherable patterns on his arm’s black and gold-infused vibranium, letting shiver after shiver run down his spine. “I never was good at guessing letters written on me,” the soldier mumbled, eyes almost entirely closed, imagining the sight of her fingertips tracing his arm wrapped around her middle in the morning light. “That’s okay.” Her words were just as quiet as his, and the sudden feel of her soft, warm lips pressing a gentle kiss to his temple made him gasp for air like some kind of unkissed boy whose crush took the first step in their own hands. His eyes shot open, and Bucky was faced with YN’s face and a tender smile playing around her lips. “You could’ve told me that nothing really was amiss, you know? I’m the last person who’d judge. I thought we already went past that.”

Swallowing, Bucky shrugged his shoulders and took the black shirt out of her hands after YN had handed it to him. “Steve said he would need your approval so I thought… No, wait. I didn’t really think. I’m… Shit, I’m sorry, doll.” Now he felt even worse than upon entering her safe space and bothering her with his nonsense, but as both her hands cupped his neck, he couldn’t hold back and wrapped his hands around her tiny-seeming wrists. “You never need to apolgize for coming here, James. I love your company. You’d never be a bother or a hassle or a nuisance, so stop thinking that.”

His eyes widened at that last comment, and YN shrugged, an embarrassed expression settling on her face. “It’s harder for me to shut your or anyone’s thoughts out when they trip into that direction. Sorry for prying and invading, and—…”

He shut her up by taking a leap of faith and kissed her.

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Send me prompts!

[johnnycakesswitch]

Favorite sick headcanons for stevepop? - 🍀

Yes yes yes anon you know me well

• Steve almost exclusively goes to the Curtis house when he’s sick, not just because Soda’s there, but because he just doesn’t want to deal with arguing with his father when he doesn’t feel good

• he always camps out on the couch looking miserable and when Soda either wakes up to him there or comes home from work to find him he immediately goes into mother hen mode

• whenever Steve gets sick he like gets really sick so even if he wanted to just act like he was fine, he really can’t, he’s just wiped out. It always worries Soda a little to see how miserable and out of it he is :(

• he’ll make sure Steve is drinking water and tries to get him to eat a little bit and then he’ll just hold Steve for awhile. Sometimes he’ll pull Steve to lay in his lap and he’ll stroke Steve’s hair or give him a massage, anything to make him feel better 🥺

• Steve wants cake when he’s sick and is very unhappy when Soda tells him no. He tries to eat it anyway and acts surprised when it does in fact make him feel worse. Soda absolutely tells him I told you so but still comforts him while he gets sick and rubs his tummy after and makes him promise to listen next time

• when Soda is really sick he tries to push through and still go to work because he’s worried about money and stuff like that :( sometimes he’ll show up to the DX clearly feverish and not feeling good at all and Steve just sees right through him

• if their boss isn’t there Steve will make him go home and just clock out for him later so he isn’t losing the hours, but if Soda really can’t leave, Steve just tries to keep him as comfortable as possible until he can leave :( he’ll keep giving him water to drink and have him sit down as often as he can and subtly rub his back or his stomach to be there for him or if he’s feeling nauseous

• at home, Soda is a little more vocal about not feeling well because he just wants to be comforted which Steve is more than happy to do. Soda just wants to be held and Steve will hold him for as long as he wants

• Soda is a very clingy sick person so he’ll just fully crawl into Steve’s lap and snuggle against his chest while Steve holds him

• Steve knows that Soda is very tactile and likes to be comforted in that way so he’s very hands on with Soda. Soda has a super sensitive stomach which always feels just awful when he’s sick so Steve rubbing his tummy is his favorite thing when he doesn’t feel good, plus having his hair be played with

• they always just take the best care of each other because they know each other so well and want each other to feel better :(

[aceing-is-writing]

Steddie Love Month Prompt 2

Protection rating: M cw: oral sex tags: first time, Steve is a little bitch, Eddie likes it prompt: Love is protection (@steddieas-shegoes) word count: 1,181

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It started as with most things to do with Eddie, in a DND session.

"Harrington, Harrington, Harrington," Eddie tutted from atop his throne as Steve once more took on a hit from a mimic.

"It's a desk! Why would I be worried to touch the desk!"

"Au contraire my small minded fellow!" Eddie proclaimed rising from his chair dramatically once more, the rest of the party groaning around him at the speech they knew was about to begin.

"Just a desk? Just a desk! Why I never!" he said grabbing his chest to clutch imaginary pearls. "Where is your sense of style? Your sense of adventure Harrington? It's as if you're looking for protection against all sense of whimsy and wonder!"

"Whimsy and wonder sure," he muttered under his breath.

Clicking his tongue in reproach Eddie finally dropped back down into his chair to the collective relief of the rest of the members at the table.

"We'll convert you one day Harrington. One day you'll see. Until then I'm willing to offer you my protection over your delicate sensibilities anytime" he said with a wink before dropping the subject to focus once more on the combat in front of him and in doing so missing the way Steve's ears reddened and he turned away to mutter once more.

"Protection my ass."

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It happened again of course, because Steve was unsure how to turn off his mother henning even when the youngest members of the party weren't present.

"Brakes Munson! Jesus," Steve yelled out clutching the handle above the door in Eddie's van with one hand and the other gripped tight to the seatbelt across his chest. Eddie merely laughed in reply as the van came to a halt at the red light perfectly stopped on the line itself.

"You were saying?"

Shaking his head Steve finally released his death grips from the car.

"I'm insane," he muttered. "Why do I do this to myself?"

"What was that big boy?" Eddie laughed out, smiling all the while with the smirk he seemed to resolve for driving Steve insane. He hadn't figured out whether that insanity was going to lead to him punching Eddie or kissing him, but it was going to lead somewhere eventually.

"No, no, you know what," he said unbuckling his seat belt.

"Leaving already are we-" Eddie said as Harrington turned towards him instead of the handle of his door. Reaching across the front of Eddie's seat Steve grabbed the seat belt from where Eddie had left it unfastened and clicked it into place.

Eddie's words cut out as he felt Steve's breath hit his chin and his knuckles graze the edge of his hip when the buckle clicked into place. Having completed his task Steve looked up towards Eddie now entirely too close.

"Uh," he mumbled out unsure what to say back.

Steve looked confused for a second before smirking at Eddie's lack of speech. Looking dead in his eyes he leaned in closer and Eddie drew in his breath and held it unsure what was happening.

"Protection Munson," he said before smoothly transitioning back to his seat.

Sucking in his breath Eddie coughed.

"Uh, what?"

Steve laughed before gesturing back out to the street.

"Protection." Eddie coughed awkwardly once more at hearing the phrase he thought at that phrase coming out of Harrington's mouth directed towards him.

"You're gonna need it with the way you drive. Light's green Munson." he continued nonchalantly.

"Jesus," he said turning back towards the road and pressing his foot to the gas pedal once more. Goddamn Steve Harrington with his stupidly natural womanizing ways. Eddie started in once more on a retelling of one of the previous campaigns he'd run for hellfire so he could pretend they didn't work on him just as well.

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It ended as with most things in a bed.

"God Harrington," Eddie stuttered out as Steve tossed his shirt to the side and scrambled down to grab onto the tops of Eddie's jeans, looking back up towards Eddie in question. Unable to believe this was happening to him let alone with King Steve himself Eddie scrambled to continue.

"Yes, yes, god, anything you want Harrington."

Smirking Steve unbuttoned Eddie's pants before grabbing them boxers and all and dragging them down Eddie's legs till he could throw them to the side of the bed. Crawling his way back up Eddie's legs he left kisses and nips on any easily available inch of skin skirting past Eddie's dick entirely.

Eddie groaned once Steve made it all the way up his torso to his lips grabbed his hips hard, pulling him forward towards him but refusing to connect either his lips or his hips to Eddie's.

"You're killing me here man," he groaned out.

"I could always offer you," Steve started before pausing to reach into his pocket and pull out a condom.

"My protection," he continued with a smirk.

Eddie's mouth dropped open as the pieces clicked together in his brain fully. Throwing his head back into the pillows at the top of the bed he laughed fully.

"Anyone tell you you're a little bit of a bitch sweetheart?" he said with a smile. "I mean goddamn Harrington. How long have you been waiting to pull that line out?"

He finally looked back up to Steve only to falter at the expression on his face.

"I think the better question Eddie," he said pausing to rip the condom open with his teeth, "is how long I've been thinking about you like this."

Slipping the condom over Eddie's dick he blissfully ignored the groan of relief he let out at the touch alone.

"You and your goddamn mouth," Steve continued starting up an agonizingly slow pace as he stroked Eddie up and down, "I've been wanted to fuck those smirks off of it since the upside down.

"Whatever," he panted out, "whatever you want sweetheart just goddamn it Steve I need-"

"Shh," he said nipping his neck as he travelled downward once more again to hover with his lips just above Eddie's dick. Eddie stared down in wonder unsure if one of his longest standing wet dreams was about to become reality.

"Less talking, more moaning," Steve said before taking Eddie all the way down to touch where his hand gripped him already.

Eddie finally shut his brain off and stopped trying to speak. After all, his mouth had got him into this mess, and he'd be damned if he tried to get himself out of it.

Eddie could definitely get behind being protected, especially if it meant the way Steve twisted his wrist and his head at the same time. He didn't know he'd said that out loud until Steve pulled off to laugh, smiling up at him in delight.

"Anytime Munson," he said, "anytime."

He smiled once more before going back to his task, flicking his eyes up towards Eddie with his eyes closed in rapture on the bed.

"Delicate sensibilities my ass," he thought to himself smiling as much as his stretched mouth would allow.

Steve could definitely get behind protection too.

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Will be cross posting this to ao3 soon once I go through and grammar check and edit it but for now that's what you get. Enjoy!

@steddielovemonth

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 27: Double Penetration (In two holes) with Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson

Pairing: Steddie x Fem!reader Word Count: 2660 (It got away from my a little lol) Warnings: DP, Anal (F receving), Vaginal and Anal Fingering, Dirty talk, P in V and P in A sex, Unprotected sex, Aftercare. Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

You were a ball of excited nerves, had been all day. Why? You may ask.

Well, that’s because you have a very special surprise for your boyfriends, Steve and Eddie.

The three of you had been official for a little over a year, and had shared many firsts with each other, but there was one that had been put on the back burner for a while, primarily because of the preparation that went into it.

You’d been more than vocal about how much you wanted them to fuck you as the same time, one in the front and one in the back, and they’d both been equally vocal about wanting to do it too, but that problem of needing time to prepare so you didn’t get hurt was always an obstacle.

Well, today was the day. You’d started it by using your fingers to massage all the muscles of your ‘back door’, even going so far as to slip a couple fingers in while stimulating your clit along the way to help feel yourself relaxed.

Then once you were as thoroughly stretched as you could manage on your own, you’d put in a plug. Nothing crazy, not massive or fancy, just enough to both keep you stretched and help the muscles get used to the feeling, it didn’t take long for it to start feeling really good.

Just those steps had used a lot of lube, considering that every source on the topic had basically said ‘When you think there’s enough, add more’ so when you’d used over half a bottle and could barely keep hold of the plug because it was so slick you felt confident that you’d done right.

It was a really good thing that the three of you kept plenty on hand because you were going to need it.

You were planted on the couch watching T.V. when your boys came striding into your shared apartment, all smiles and laughter, the kinds that get when they’ve been teasing each other, it warmed your heart to see it.

“Hi, Beautiful.” Steve said, pressing a kiss to your forehead on his way to the kitchen.

“Hey, Princess!” Eddie chirped, mimicking Steve’s previous action. “How was your day?” He asked cheerfully, entirely unaware of what waited for him.

“Hey, Loves. Great, been thinking about what I want to do for dinner, I’m thinking we might be pretty hungry.” You answered the wild brunette cryptically.

“What makes you say that?” Eddie eyed you with a lifted brow as he moved to sit by you on the couch, plopping down unceremoniously as he always does, causing you to jolt as the movement jostled the couch and therefore jostled you, moving the plug just right to send a shock of pleasure to your core.

“What was that face for?” Came Steve’s inquiry as he stood at the kitchen door, a glass of water in hand. “You okay, Sweetheart?” His worry quickly started to write itself all over his face, ever the mother hen.

“I’m fine, Stevie.” You answered quickly, face flushing a little. “I have a surprise for you two is all…” You answered coyly, looking between the two.

Eddie caught on a lot quicker than Steve as his eyes widened. “Yeah? And what would that be, Princess?” He asked, voice now low and slow.

Steve, bless him, caught the change in Eddie’s tone, but his confusion didn’t cease.

“You remember how we were putting off DP till we had time to prep?” You asked, excitement bubbling just below the surface.

“Yeah?” Steve answered slowly before his eyes went wide, the implications clicking in his head. “Fuck…” He breathed, face flushing an adorable shade of pink.

“I did most of the prep while you both were at work…There’s um-There’s a plug in my ass right now.” You snorted a quiet laugh at saying the words out loud. Sure, it’s a little immature, but if you can’t have a little harmless immaturity then what’s the point of living?

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie murmured, eyes drifting up and down your body slowly, full of desire. “What still needs done?”

“I could only stretch myself so much, so I need one of you to finish that.” You answered. “It shouldn’t take long, the plugs been in for most of the day.”

Steve and Eddie shared a look of silent communication before Eddie was on his feet, pulling you with him and all but dragging you to the bedroom, Steve hot on your tails.

Eddie planted you on the bed as soon as you entered the room before turning to Steve, who’d just closed the door. “Get her naked.” He ordered before making for the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, only to find none.

“Looking for this?” You asked, holding up the bottle with a teasing grin. You’d left it on the bed earlier, wanting to waste as little time as possible.

Eddie chuckled lowly, grinning wide as he watched you wave it jokingly. “Yes, actually.” He answered as he sauntered over to the foot of the bed where you were sitting. “How did you know?” He joked.

“Call it intuition.” You joked right back, eyes lit up as you gazed up at him, Steve settling behind you on the bed, fingers drifting up and down your arms, causing goose bumps to bloom.

“Then intuit this.” He leaned toward your head. “Get out of those clothes.” His voice was low and authoritative. Steve didn’t normally get very dominant, at least not in the ‘telling you what to do’ kind of way, he’s always been more the ‘asking you to do something’ type.

This was a delicious change.

“You heard him, Sweetheart.” Eddie said, watching you through half lidded eyes, enjoying this new side of the other man as much as you were.

You stood from the bed as Eddie sat down, both men watching you intently as you pulled your shirt over you head, dropping it to the floor carelessly.

As you took off your clothes piece by piece, Steve and Eddie watched you while sharing slow touches and kisses, and you watched them right back, body getting hotter at the sound of Steve gasping against Eddies lips, pussy clenching around nothing at Eddies quiet groan when Steve palmed his cock over his underwear before taking them off.

Watching them lit you on fire the same way it did them.

Once you were naked Eddie beckoned you to them with a gentle hand, pulling you to the bed between them, Steve in front and Eddie behind. Steve immediately pulled you into a slow kiss, all tongues and gentle caresses, while Eddie was pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder, teeth nipping here and there to leave little marks while his hand drifted down to brush over the base of the plug, which made your pussy clench once more.

“You really are something else, Princess…” He whispered into your soft skin before looking over your shoulder at Steve. “Keep her busy for a sec, will ya?” He asked and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

Steve nodded slightly and pulled you to straddle him as he laid back on the bed, angling you perfectly for Eddie to get behind you.

Your lips didn’t leave Steves for more than a second as his hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples, gripping your hips, while yours roamed him in return. Fingers slipping into his perfect hair to give it a tug, which earned you a soft moan, you wanted desperately to grind down against him, but that would make Eddies job harder.

As if sensing your frustration, Steve trailed one hand down your body to the apex of your thighs, running through your folds to coat them in your slick before rubbing small slow circles over your clit.

Eddie must have been too busy watching the pair of you because he didn’t touch you till you wiggled your hips unconsciously, then he was gripping them. “Christ, Sweetheart…Steve, you should see what I’m seeing…” He breathed softly.

You managed to pull your lips from Steve’s for a moment to pant out. “Cameras on the dresser…”

Eddie chuckled. “Maybe next time. My hands are shaking too much to take a good picture right now.” Then there was the sound of him opening the lube bottle, a quiet wet sound, then his chilled fingertips were rubbing around the base of the plug.

They worked almost in tandem, Steve working your clit slowly and occasionally teasing your pussy, while Eddie first worked the plug from you, then slowly stretched your rim, working methodically till he had three fingers moving in and out of you.

It ached at first, just like it had when you’d worked yourself open that morning, and just like it had when you’d put the plug in, but just like both of those times the pain soon subsided and turned into a low burning pleasure that had you pressing back into both of them.

“How’s that feel, Princess?” Eddie asked softly, pressing a kiss to your lower back.

“Good…Feels good…” You whimpered, wishing desperately for more.

“She ready?” Steve asked, looking past you at Eddie, who you assume nodded when Steve spoke again. “You want the back or the front?” He smirked, knowing neither of them actually had much preference.

“Flip a coin?” Eddie joked and chuckled when you whined. “I’ll take the back, so she doesn’t have to move as much.”

Steve nodded back and the pair helped you upright on your knees, holding you up as your mind began to drift, lost in the sensations of them.

“You ready, Baby?” Steve asked softly and received a nod in return.

There was another wet sound as Eddie slathered his cock with lube. “Deep breaths, okay?” He said softly before you felt him pressing into you slowly, almost frustratingly so, but you knew better than to rush, he was thicker and longer than some fingers or the plug, and all of this would be a waste if he hurt you.

You let out a sound at the stronger than before ache and Steves free hand caressed your face soothingly. “That’s a girl, keep breathing…Doing so good for us…” He whispered sweetly, his other hands still working your clit softly, which balanced the discomfort.

And once he was bottomed out, he held there, breathing deeply as his face buried itself in your shoulder, giving himself a rest as much as he was you.

“Steve.” Eddie said after a few moments, voice heavy and just this side of a breath.

“Yeah?” Steve answered, hand shifting from your head to Eddies to comb his fingers through the wild curls gently.

“Go ahead.” Eddies head shifted slightly, and you saw something in Steves eyes change in response to the look Eddie was giving him, something that made Steves cock jump against your thigh.

Eddie straightened up a little and pulled you flush to his chest, an arm under your breasts while the other turned your face to his to pull you into a long kiss while Steve shifted a bit, lining himself up with your sopping pussy.

He pushed in even slower than Eddie had, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt fuller in your life, it was a new kind of ache, the space between both holes stretched taut but in a way that wasn’t unbearable or even particularly unpleasant, especially when he too bottomed out and was pressed firmly against your g-spot by Eddies cock.

You could almost swear they were touching.

“Jesus-fuck…” Steve rasped, eyes screwed shut as he gripped your hips. “I can feel you, Eds…”

Eddie let out a breathless noise that was meant to be a chuckle. “Yeah…Yeah, I can feel you too…Christ…” He panted before brushing his fingertips along your cheek. “You okay, Sweetheart?” He asked softly.

Your body was alight with sensations, and you could swear that all it would take to make you cum at this point was for one of them to brush your clit, it was all so intense. “I’m okay…Full…Feels so full…” You answered, voice high and airy before swallowing thickly, trying to moisten your dry throat. “Don’t-…” You made a soft grunt when one of them shifted, it was hard to tell who, and it sent a zing through you. “Don’t think I’ll last long…” You made a similar breathy chuckle to Eddies.

“Us either…” Steve smiled softly.

“Won’t find out if you don’t move.” You pressed, one arm wrapped around Steves shoulder and the other reaching back to Eddies hip.

Both men chuckled at your insistence. “Yes, Ma’am.” Eddie said before slowly pulling out an inch or two, then pushing back in just as slowly, Steve doing the same on a delay, so when Eddie’s pushing in Steve was pulling out, making it so you never stopped feeling full of them.

It was euphoria. Pure euphoria.

Did you know that you can reach the g-spot from the back? Well, you can, so even when Steve was pulling out, Eddie was making sure it was never left unattended.

You were right about not lasting long, as almost four thrusts in you were clenching around both of them with a shuddering gasp, body flushing ever brighter as you gripped at them, both men grunting and gasping at the sensation, but they didn’t stop.

“So pretty when you cum, Baby…Such pretty noises…” Steve groaned as he pressed kisses to your neck, one hand reached back to Eddie, fingers once more in his hair, while the other still had hold of your hip.

“Can’t get any more perfect…Shit…Think I’m gonna cum…” Eddie murmured, and you could picture the blissed-out look on his face, his hand gripping your opposite hip while the other was holding the back of Steve’s neck.

“Mmhmm…” Steve managed, and it was clear from the look on his face he was in the same boat.

It didn’t take long for you to get worked right back up, a new knot tightening in your belly, this one stronger than the last. Your voice almost didn’t feel like yours anymore with how it came unbidden from your lips, cries of their names, half formed around moans and gasps.

You felt their hold on you get tighter in time with the careful in and out of their cocks, and the tightening of all your muscles, and before you could warn them you felt that knot snap, sending all three of you careening off the edge of pleasure together in a writhing mass of sweat, cum, and gentle touches.

The two men had to hold you up as your spent body went lax against them.

Eddie pulled out first, slowly and carefully, with a groan as his softening cock grew sensitive. “Jesus Christ…” He breathed before taking hold of you so Steve could do the same, letting out a grunt of his own.

“Get something to clean up with, I got her.” Steve said softly as he gently brushed your hair from your face, grinning when you smiled dazedly at him.

“Okay.” Eddie answered, leaning in to steal a kiss from the other man before you felt him climb off the bed.

“C’mon, Beautiful…” Steve murmured as he guided you to lay down, head rested on his chest as his arms remained wrapped around you.

You felt Eddie cleaning you up with a dampened rag before you even realized he was back in the room, but the sensation pulled a disquieted grunt from you, skin hypersensitive.

“Sorry, Princess…” He whispered as he finished up, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before tossing the rag away, to where you neither knew nor cared, then settled behind you, enveloping you in warmth.

You’re not sure how much time passed after that, but as long as you had both your boys, you knew you were just fine.

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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 30 Preview

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“There she is,” you heard her whisper.

Your eyes were heavy when you slit them open. Your vision was blurry, and your mouth was dry. You tried to sit up and that’s when sharp pain reminded you of what happened.

“Stop,” Yelena said gently. “You’ll reopen your wound if you’re not careful.”

The concern in her hazel eyes reminded you of what happened. Hansen’s house. Neal. Dyson’s friends. Jensen. Dyson. Steve…

“Steve,” you asked, panicked. Your husband took a bullet for you.

Yelena lifted a glass of water from the bedside table. You were in the bedroom you shared with Steve. But you didn’t see anyone but Yelena there.

“He’s going to be okay,” she told you with a smile, holding the glass so you could take a sip.

“He was shot.” Your voice sounded groggy.

“So were you,” she pointed out.

It hurt like hell. You lifted a hand to your shoulder, feeling the dressing under the nightgown you wore.

“Fucking hurts,” you mumbled. “Hansen must be so happy... Bastard.”

That had Yelena smiling.

“Is Hansen… gone?” You were hopeful.

Yelena sighed. “No. When he shot you and Steve, it sent everyone into a panic. Hansen's men faced off against Clay and Jensen. But he got away.”

“Where’s Dyson?” you asked.

“Waiting for the doctor to finish with Steve,” she told you. “He’s fretting over both of you like a mother hen.”

You blew out an exhale. “Is Steve really going to be okay?”

Her smile faded. “I think so. There was no exit wound, so they have to extract the bullet, see what the damage is. You were very lucky. The bullet barely missed your lung. You’ll have a scar, but you will recover.”

“Will Steve recover?” Guilt clouded your mind, blocking out everything else. “It was my fault he got shot.”

What if Steve died? What if it impacted the rest of his life? Would he forgive you?

“Try not to worry,” she told you. “The doctor is very good. He took very good care of you.”

“Me?” Again, you tried to sit up, but Yelena urged you to be still. The stabbing pain in your shoulder was breathtaking. “Why did he take care of me first? He should have taken care of Steve first. He should have—”

“Steve wouldn’t have it,” Yelena explained. “He was only worried about you.”

And it was your fault you both got shot. Tears came on then.

“Were your friends okay?” you had to ask. “Jensen?”

“They are okay,” she assured you.

“What about Clint?” you asked. “Have we heard from him?”

“Clint’s okay,” a familiar voice said from the doorway of your bedroom. Clint looked beat up but he made it. “Nat! She’s awake.”

Nat scrambled into the bedroom, dashing to your bed. She might have hugged you if Yelena hadn’t caught her.

“She has to be careful with the stitches,” Yelena said gently.

Nat’s green eyes were glassy with tears. “I can’t believe you got shot.”

She hugged you so carefully.

“I can’t either,” you told her. “Where’s Scott?”

“Scott went to pick up Yelena’s things,” Clint said from where he stood at the foot of your bed. “He’s good.”

That meant Yelena was coming back. Good.

With Nat’s help, Yelena used pillows to prop you up in the bed. The movements hurt but you could handle it. Your gaze took in all their worried faces. All you could think about was Steve.

“Clint!” Someone, you thought it was Dyson, called from down the hall.

Clint hurried off and intuition had your stomach dropping.

“When will we know about Steve?” you asked, hoping maybe Nat knew something.

You saw your own worry reflected in her green eyes. She smiled but it didn’t reach those eyes.

“Don’t worry about that right now,” Nat said. “You need to rest.”

No, you needed to know how your husband was.

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From a Steve that always wanted kids and always thought growing up that he would be the cool lenient parent, because of course, he refused to do to his kids what his parents did to him,

To a Panicking Steve 1 month after the adoption of his 3 y/o daughter because those daydreams didn't take into account that Eddie wouldn't stop being chaos incarnate just to parent a kid.

The problem would probably be solved by a long talk with Dustin and Robin being all ''You Mother Hen-ed your way into raising 6 teenager and they still love you for it today, don't worry, you will be able to put rules in place in your household without becoming a tyrannic monster in the eyes of your child.''

They would go through trial and error, Steve trying at first to take care of everything, until Eddie would make him realise he needed to relax and trust Eddie to do his part too, as chaotic as it may be.