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Wild and Untamed Things: Steddie x Reader Pt.1

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Description: You, Eddie, and Steve go to a late-night showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, dressing up as your favorite characters. You’ve harbored romantic feelings for the both of them, but until this night, you’d never thought they would reciprocate. As the movie goes on, Steve and Eddie touch and tease you. When you head back to Eddie’s place, the three of you can't help but fall prey to the film's mantra of 'don't dream it, be it'...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, female reader, Bisexual!Steve Harrington, Bisexual!Eddie Munson, use of the term 'queer', threesome activities, LGBTQ+ references, teasing, oral sex, fingering, praise/degradation, unprotected sex, squirting, polyamorous relationship

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Wild and Untamed Things Pt.1

You, Steve, and Eddie have made plans to go see The Rocky Horror Picture Show tonight. The three of you are getting ready at Eddie's trailer, dressing up as your favorite characters. You're Columbia, Steve is Brad, and Eddie is of course - being the drama queen he is - Dr. Frank-n-Furter.

"Hey, Y/N? Can you come here for a sec?" Eddie calls from his bedroom. You share a rolling of eyes with Steve across the couch, getting up to see what the problem is. You walk in to see him struggling with securing his costume together.

"What's up? Is it the garter belt?" You ask, eyes unconsciously glazing over Eddie's body. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, hunched over slightly. But what you can see makes your cheeks heat up, most of his skin is exposed, revealing his tattoos. You can see part of his stomach as well, and your eyes can't help falling to his underwear. You and the boys are just friends, but sometimes you can't help feeling overwhelmingly attracted to one or both of them.

"Yeah, the flimsy thing won't secure to the fishnets. Can you hold the fucker steady while I clip it?" He says, frustration lacing his tone. Eddie gazes up at you, and you're struck by how handsome he is. Even under all that makeup, he's absolutely gorgeous. Your mouth mimics that of a fish while you recall what you were going to say. Eddie quirks an eyebrow at you, wondering what your deal is.

"Sure thing, Eds." You stammer, feeling your cheeks heat up further. You cautiously get closer to him, trying your best to focus on anything but his crotch. You kneel down and hold the fishnet in place while Eddie pulls the clip to it. His hand brushes against yours, making your breath catch in your throat. He doesn't seem to notice though, he's too laser-focused on his task. His tongue sticks out in concentration, and his eyes are staring down intensely.

Steve took the easy route with his costume, most of it was already part of his wardrobe. And he popped the lenses out of the sunglasses from his Risky Business costume a few years back to make the spectacles. You picked Columbia as Janet is too boring and Magenta just isn't your style. You found what you could from a thrift store, everything else was painstakingly sewn by your own two hands. Eddie helped you with your makeup, while you drew the signature 'BOSS' tattoo onto his arm for his own get-up.

Eddie finally clips the belt to the stocking, cheering loudly as he thrusts his fists into the air. "Yes! 'Bout fuckin' time!" Eddie playfully grabs you, lifting you in the air to spin you around in a strangling hug. "Thanks for the help, Y/N! I could just kiss you right now!" Your eyes widen at his statement, and you can't help tensing up in his grip. He puts you down, looking in your eyes. "You feeling alright, Y/N?"

"I'm fine, Eds. Let's get a move on, hm?" You brush off his concern, trying to play it cool. He opens his mouth to say something else, but you're already leaving the room. You go back to the living room, grabbing your sequin tophat off the couch. "We're ready, Steve. Let's go, we'll be lucky to get seats in the back row now." You don't mean to sound so agitated, but Eddie's costume has stirred something in you that you desperately want to ignore. Steve looks at you strangely, wondering what's wrong. You meet his gaze, and dammit, he looks so cute in those glasses.

"No need to rush, Y/N. We'll get good seats, we always do." Steve says, trying to calm you. He's holding the bag of props you guys compiled together for the show. Newspaper, water guns, toast, toilet paper, playing cards, etc., everything a true Rocky Horror fan needs to truly enjoy such a campy film.

Eddie walks out to the living room, his heels clicking on the floor. Steve's eyes widen once he gets a full look at him. "See something you like, Stevie?" Eddie teases, digging out his cape from the hall closet.

"N-no. You just look more freakish than usual." Steve says, clearing his throat.

Eddie smirks, tying the cape closed around his shoulders. "If you say so. But if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're acting like a queer, Harrington."

"If anyone's a queer, it's you! You're the one in ladies' underwear!" Steve shouts back, crossing his arms.

"You're lucky I'm not offended by that. There's no need to have such an extreme reaction, though. One could argue that thou doth protest too much." Eddie laughs, continuing to taunt Steve. You can't help giggling at Eddie's teasing, earning you a glare from Steve. You try your best to stifle the laugh, thinking about something else.

"Whatever, dick. Let's get going, shall we?" Steve grumbles, leading the way out the front door of Eddie's trailer. The three of you get into Steve's car, you in front and Eddie in the back. You spend the drive to the theater glancing at Steve, unable to stop looking at him. Eddie picks up on this, smirking to himself. He leans forward, speaking into your ear.

"He sure is pretty, isn't he?" He whispers, catching you off guard. Eddie puts his hands on your shoulders to keep you calm. "Relax, Y/N. I can't say I'm not a little jealous though, I thought you only looked at me like that." Your eyes widen at his words, but he just chuckles lowly. "It's okay, sweetheart. I know how to share." Your breath hitches, hoping he's joking, or maybe not. Steve's eyes flick over to you questioningly.

"What are you two whispering about?" He asks, annoyed at being left out. He hopes you're not flirting with Eddie, he thought his feelings for you were obvious. You’ve never made a move, but he supposes that he’s never made one either. But that's only because he also has complex feelings towards Eddie. He could never say that though, there's no way Eddie feels the same. Or does he?

"It's nothing for you to worry about, Stevie. Eyes on the road, you wouldn't wanna crash when I'm dressed like this. The coroner might get the wrong idea." Eddie quips, making you laugh again. Steve scowls at the two of you, huffing loudly. He pulls up to the theater, putting the car in park. You climb out, assisting Eddie to stand up straight in his high heels. "Thanks, princess." He grins, staring down at you intensely. You can't help blushing when he looks at you like that.

The three of you walk into the theater, handing the usher your tickets. Steve leads the way to a group of three open seats a couple rows from the back. The theater is buzzing with people, most of which are also dressed up. You take the seat in the middle, with Eddie to your right and Steve on the left. Steve puts the prop bag in your lap, making it easier for everyone to reach during the movie. Your shoulders rub against theirs, causing your heartbeat to pick up. It's such an innocuous touch, and yet you can't help feeling a little warmer than usual. "You okay, Y/N? You're shaking like a leaf." Steve says to you quietly. You glance at his bespectacled eyes, gulping before you speak.

"I-I'm fine, just excited for the movie to start." You lie, giving him an awkward smile. He rolls his eyes, sharing a concerned look with Eddie. They both shrug it off, deciding to let you keep up the act. Individually, though, they each hatch a plan to draw your true feelings out of you as the movie goes on. The lights go down, and the pre-show begins. The music videos for Tim Curry's “Paradise Garage” and “I Do The Rock” play one after the other on screen. The whole theater sings along, some even standing up to dance. But the three of you stay seated, singing goofily to each other.

Your nerves calm a bit, the music provides a welcome distraction to the emotions raging on in your mind. Right now, you're just spending time with your best guy friends, nothing more. The music ends, fading out into the cheesy ads for vintage horror movies. You do everything you can to avoid glancing at the guys, you know you'll be done for if you do. But you suddenly feel Eddie's hand rest on your thigh, his fingers caressing you over your fishnets and striped shorts. You dare to steal a look at him, surprised to see he's facing forward as if nothing is happening. What is he up to? You wonder. You don't mind having his hand on you, it actually feels quite nice. You only hope Steve doesn't notice.

Steve looks at you a bit later, taking in how pretty you are. The low light from the movie screen highlights your features, he wants to tell you how he feels so badly. But he can't, not here. Not in front of Eddie. He leans forward a bit to get a look at the metalhead, gasping slightly when he sees Eddie smiling at him. Eddie waves with his free hand, wiggling his fingers as his tongue plays seductively at the edge of his lips. Steve's cheeks heat up, and his gaze drops to your lap, noticing Eddie's hand touching your thigh. Steve looks to you, gauging your reaction to Eddie's movements. He can't glean much in the dark, but your mouth is slightly agape and your chest rises and falls faster than usual.

You feel both of their eyes on you now as the movie begins. Eddie's hand sits still on your flesh, his fingers pressing into you gently. Another hand goes to your left thigh, Steve's this time. Your eyes flick to him, and he's grinning slyly at you. God, he's so cute when he's paying attention to you. His gaze shifts to Eddie again, and they make a nonverbal agreement. An agreement to do everything they can to drive you mad during the film.

For the first couple of scenes, their hands just play around on your thighs, stroking you innocently. Sometimes though, one or both of them temporarily migrate further up to your inner thigh. They squeeze the flesh roughly, and you hold back your noises. Once they notice your reaction, the hands go back to their original position. Your panties moisten little by little, pressure forming inside you. This is absolute torture. You've liked them both for so long, and this is how they reciprocate? The guys must be loving this, getting you all hot and bothered at the fucking movies.

When the opening notes of “The Time Warp” play, the boys let you go to stand up and dance. You're stuck in your seat, squeezing your thighs together to relieve the pressure a bit. Eddie notices, and tugs your arm to bring you to your feet. You nearly fall over into the person sitting ahead of you, but he catches you. "You doin' alright, darling?" He asks in your ear.

"What do you think?" You reply through gritted teeth. You can't help the frustrated tone in your voice. He just chuckles in response. You can't believe you have to sit through the hour or so left of the movie before being able to act on the urges boiling within you.

"Calm down, Y/N. It's time to dance." He playfully smacks your ass, and you bite your lip to hold back a yelp. Steve looks at you curiously, missing Eddie's antics. You shake your head, signaling that everything is fine. He shrugs, and the three of you do the Time Warp together. There's jumps to the left, steps to the right, and enough pelvic thrusting to make a hooker blush. You fall back into your seats as the Transylvanians onscreen collapse to the floor, signaling the end of their 'folk-dancing'.

You think the dance might have tired Steve and Eddie out, but you couldn't be more wrong. Steve slowly leans over to your neck, planting a kiss on your soft skin. You sigh lustfully, tilting your head to give him better access. Your eyes flutter shut, expecting more kisses to be placed on you. But Steve pulls away, chuckling darkly at how expectant you are for more of his touch. Your head snaps over to fix him with a glare. He acts innocent, facing the screen again.

Eddie takes a turn now, laying his hand back into your lap. Only this time, he travels between your legs. You instinctively spread them slightly, watching his long fingers ghost over your clothed cunt. You bite back a moan, gripping the arm rests for dear life. His touch ends just as quickly as it started, snatching his hand away and returning it to his own lap. You almost whine at the loss, your blood begins to boil in your veins. You're going to get them back for turning you on like this, and you know just how to do it.

You wait until the scenes with Brad and Janet in their separate bedrooms, before raising your left hand to Steve's chest. You lazily feel him up over his shirt, then slowly lower your hand down his chest, his stomach, until you're just about to reach his jeans. His eyes watch you intently, waiting for you to touch him where he needs it most. But you stop, taking your hand away. You repeat these steps with Eddie, managing to draw a small moan from him as you drag your fingers down his body. But once again, as his eyes burn into yours, you stop, denying him what he so desperately wants. You smile, satisfied with yourself.

A while later, during the floorshow, Steve turns your face with his finger to look at you. Your heart beats even faster, noticing how close your mouth is to his. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. You return the kiss, and he slips his tongue into your mouth with ease. You moan as quietly as you can, tangling your tongue with his. You want the kiss to go on for hours, but Steve breaks away quickly. Eddie's just about to make his own move, when you decide to strike back. You do something to end this once and for all until you three can be alone. Your hands go between their legs simultaneously, palming their cocks roughly through their clothes. They jerk forward in your grasp, trying to hold back loud moans.

"Jesus christ, Y/N. You play so fuckin' dirty." Eddie whisper-yells at you.

"Well then, behave yourselves until we can get the fuck out of here. Sound good?" You reply, grinning mischievously at them. They nod quickly in agreement, and you let their hardening dicks out of your grip. They stay true to their word, and you rush out of the theater as fast as you can once the credits finish rolling. You go out the back door, into the alley behind the theater. The boys follow close behind you, the door slamming shut as you step into the cold fall air. Your head feels light, overwhelmed by everything that took place inside.

You lean against the brick wall opposite the door you just walked out of. You dig your cigarettes from your purse, frantically putting one in your mouth and lighting it. Steve and Eddie just stare at you, standing back to give you space. They sense your nerves again, unsure what's gotten into all of you. "So...are we gonna talk about what happened in there?" Steve asks apprehensively, his hand awkwardly rubbing his neck.

"Sure, Stevie. Let's talk about the two of you trying to fuck me in the fucking movie theater. What the hell is wrong with you?" You chuckle wryly, inhaling from your cig with anger.

"Last I checked, you were having a pretty good time, princess. What are you so upset for?" Eddie raises an eyebrow, walking to stand next to you. You hand him a smoke, lighting it for him. "Thanks. Now what's your problem?" He asks, concern washing over his painted face. Steve stands on the other side of you, putting you between them again.

"I...I just like you, both of you, a lot. And I feel stupid, because now you're both into me and I can't choose who I like more." You exhale the smoke, looking down at your feet.

"Who says you have to choose?" Steve says, and your eyes widen at his words. You look at the two of them in disbelief. They can't possibly be serious, can they?

"Well, I just figured that's how things are supposed to work. And you don't mean to tell me you're both fine with this, do you?" They just grin at you.

"I mean...Steve's pretty cute too. I don't think it would be so bad, Y/N." He looks Steve up and down, licking his lips. You scoff, shaking your head.

"Oh, really? And let me guess, you also think Eddie's cute too, right?" You say sarcastically, glancing at Steve. He struggles to speak, his cheeks turning deep red in the light of the street lamp. "Oh my God, Steve! No, this can't be happening. Well, I've had dreams like this, but there's no way this is real." You laugh in pure shock. "Can someone pinch me, please?" They both pinch your ass, stinging your flesh. "You've got to be kidding me." The two of them laugh heartily at how worked up you are over the situation. "Well, I guess there's no way we'll get jealous then. Since we all apparently have the hots for each other." Your statement makes the guys laugh even harder. You can't help giggling, their laughter is contagious.

Once everyone manages to catch their breath, Eddie speaks. "Alright, let's take this back to my trailer, hm? Where it's a little more private?" You and Steve nod in agreement, tossing your cigarettes away carelessly. You walk back to the car quietly as you try to contain any further laughter. Over the course of the ride home, you can't help teasing each other to heat things up again. You don't go too far so Steve doesn't crash the car, but you can't resist rubbing his thigh while he drives. Eddie leans forward from the backseat to kiss your neck, marking you with makeup and hickies. You moan loudly as his teeth worry at your flesh, and Steve takes as many glances at the show as he can. Your eyes are shut, your head thrown back while Eddie keeps working you over.

The windows are fogging up from the heat you're giving off, luckily Steve pulls into the trailer park soon enough. You all leave the car as fast as you can, running up the stairs and into the trailer. The door slams shut, and your hungry eyes meet theirs. The two men lead you back to the couch, pushing you down onto it. They take their places on either side of you, immediately kissing each side of your neck again. You feel like you're being eaten alive, it's nothing like you've ever experienced before. You moan loudly, placing a hand on the backs of their heads. Your nails scratch their scalps, drawing aroused noises from them.

"Fuck, you have no idea how many times I've fantasized about this." You sigh blissfully, indulging in every bite and lick until they pull away. The three of you look at each other, unsure of where to go from here. You take the lead by taking off your jacket, tossing it to the floor. They copy you, Eddie's cape and Steve's windbreaker also being discarded. You pull Steve by the shirt collar to smash your lips on his, smudging your lipstick all over his mouth. Eddie's hands take hold of your legs, spreading them wide. One rests over his own lap, while the other goes over Steve's.

You let Steve go, turning quickly to Eddie. You kiss him just as hungrily, tangling your fingers in his hair. He moans as you tug on it, his hands grabbing your tits over your sequin top. Steve feels left out, and tugs Eddie away from you. "You're real sexy when you’re forceful, Stevie." Eddie smirks, waiting for Steve to make a move.

"Shut up, smartass." Steve presses his lips against Eddie's, moaning into his mouth. You watch them intensely, Eddie's still fondling your chest. Steve puts a hand between your legs, rubbing your pussy through your shorts. Lewd noises escape your lips as they continue to touch you, and you can't believe how hot the boys look when they kiss. Steve gently backs away, sitting in awe of what he just did. "Whoa, you're a really good kisser, Eddie." He says, totally dumbstruck.

"Shit, you're such a virgin sometimes." Eddie chuckles, taunting Steve again.

"Forgive me if my first time kissing a man rocks my world a little bit, asshole." Steve's face scrunches up in annoyance, and his arms cross over his chest.

"Oh, poor baby. How about we give Y/N a bit more attention, hm? I doubt she wants to watch us bicker all night." Eddie says, glancing at you. His eyes burn with lust, sending a chill up your spine. "Wanna move this to my room?" You nod silently, letting them take you by the hand to Eddie's room. Steve shuts the door, flicking the lock.

"Take off your clothes, Y/N." Steve says, looking you up and down. You're shocked at his sudden dominance, but also extremely turned on. You undo the velcro at the back of your top, exposing your breasts to them. Their eyes widen at the sight, you're flattered that they like what they're seeing. You bend down to undo your shoes, setting them aside. You slowly pull down your shorts, fishnets, and panties all at the same time. Their breathing hitches once you're completely bare to them.

"God, you're gorgeous. Better than I could have ever imagined." Eddie breathes out, stepping closer to you. You'd normally feel self-conscious like this, but these men are your friends. You're safe and secure with them, they'd never do anything to hurt you. You glance down at their lower halves, biting your lip when you see tents forming in their clothes. "You want to lay down for us, angel? Let us make you feel good." Eddie gazes deep into your eyes, almost hypnotizing you. He could ask you to walk into traffic and you'd probably do it.

You lay down on the bed, the soft pillow cushioning your head. Steve pulls his shirt over his shoulders, and you take in his form. He's lean, but slightly built. And just the right amount of hair peppers his chest. You bite your lip as you stare, eager to see more of him. Eddie quickly removes his heels, tossing them in the corner. He crawls onto the bed, eyes locked to yours. His lips spread into a wide smile, he's like a leopard waiting to pounce. You can't bring yourself to say anything, you're too busy memorizing the feral look that's blown out his pupils.

Eddie's leaning over you, his mouth centimeters away from yours. His breath fans against your face, you want him to make a move so desperately. He slips off his gloves, reaching a hand down to cup your face. He kisses you, biting your bottom lip roughly. You gasp, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. His hand goes down to your tits, massaging them roughly. You moan into his mouth, and his fingers tweak your nipple. You feel Steve's weight on the bed, his hands grip your thighs to spread your legs. He lays on his stomach to lick a stripe from your soaked entrance to your clit.

"Oh, fuck!" You break away from Eddie's lips, almost screaming at the new sensation. Eddie moves down to your chest, kissing and biting your tits until they're covered in purple marks. Steve continues licking your pussy, his motions tying a knot deep inside of you. He inserts two fingers, curling them to hit your sweet spot. "Jesus, Steve. You feel so good." You moan, wanting to grip his head with your hands. But Eddie senses your impulse, quickly restraining them above your head in his grasp.

"I love the sounds you make, Y/N. They're so fucking sexy." Eddie says, flicking his eyes up to yours before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. You cry out as his tongue swirls around your flesh, heightening your senses. Your body is tingling, and your head is full of stars. The knot winds up tighter, building to your inevitable orgasm. They truly are making a meal out of you, using their tongues and teeth to bring you closer to the edge. Streams of curses and moans flow from your lips, and the boys drink them in ravenously.

Steve increases his speed, licking circles around your clit mercilessly as his digits pump in and out of you. "Oh God, don't stop! I'm gonna cum!" You cry out, your back arching off the bed. Eddie holds your body down with his free hand, crushing his lips onto yours as Steve continues to eat you out.

"You taste so good, Y/N. Be a good girl and cum for me." Steve says, before sucking on your clit harshly. You scream into Eddie's mouth as pleasure washes over you. Your legs shake, clamping down around Steve's head. Eddie keeps kissing you as you ride out your high, swallowing the moans from your bruised lips. A light sheen of sweat coats your skin, rapidly turning cold as your bliss subsides. Eddie pulls his mouth away, going to Steve at the end of the bed. They both stand, and you watch them remove the rest of their clothes.

You sit up on your elbows to get a better look. Their cocks bulge within their underwear, desperate to spring free. Steve assists Eddie in taking off his corset, and it falls from his shoulders to the floor. The rest of his costume slips down his hips and legs easily, crumpling into a pile at his feet. Your eyes widen as Eddie stands naked before you. His dick is unbearably hard, with precum dripping from its tip. He looks so beautiful, and overwhelming lust overtakes you. You practically spring off the bed, making contact with his body and slamming him against his bedroom door.

"Jesus, needy are we?" Eddie teases, though he's taken aback by your antics. You latch onto his neck, and his eyes roll shut as he moans your name. Your hand grips his cock firmly, stroking up and down on it real slow. "Fuck, Y/N." He sighs, grasping your hair as you mark him as yours. While you and Eddie are distracted, Steve sheds his pants and boxers, coming up behind you to sandwich you between them. Steve's hand grabs your ass, and his lips meet your shoulders. You moan against Eddie's neck when Steve snakes his hand between your legs to finger you again.

"So wet again already? You're such a dirty slut, Y/N." Steve says lowly in your ear, wetting your pussy even further. Juices drip from your cunt onto the floor, and you're so wound up again already. Steve maneuvers himself around you to kiss Eddie again, shoving his tongue into his mouth roughly. Eddie bites it playfully, and Steve groans. Eddie's hand reaches to grip Steve's cock, making him shudder at the sudden contact. The three of you keep up this way for what seems like hours. You feel another orgasm approaching, picking up your speed in stroking Eddie's length. This in turn makes Eddie jerk Steve off faster, and Steve drills his fingers into you at an inhuman pace. Moans and wet noises fill the room, the whole thing is so debauched.

The three of you are breathing heavily, sweat slicking your bodies. You all helplessly call out names and curses, stealing as many kisses as you can. You wildly chase each other's highs, competing to push one another over the edge. You cum at the same time, moaning loudly in unison. You grip Eddie's shoulder, soaking Steve's fingers as your walls pulsate. Eddie releases on your hand and stomach, the air knocks out of his lungs as his eyes screw shut. Steve cums into Eddie's fist, some of it spilling onto your ass. "Fuck." Steve mutters as his high subsides.

Your legs feel like jelly, and you're covered in sweat and cum. You should be tired out by now, but you just want more. You stand sideways between Eddie and Steve, glancing at them seductively as your hands play around on their chests. They just stare back at you wordlessly, panting as their heartbeats slow down. "You guys up for another round?" You ask, biting your lip. You're worried they'll say no, what you just experienced was pretty intense. But who are they to deny your insatiable appetite? They smile widely, nodding in agreement. "Good. Now, one of you lay down, and the other can stand at the end of the bed. Sound good?"

"I'll do anything you ask, baby." Eddie chuckles, kissing your cheek before taking his place on the bed. Steve stands at the end, and you carefully place yourself between them. You drop down on your elbows, your face just above Eddie's cock. He's already hard again, smirking knowingly at what you're about to do. You arch your back like a cat, your ass in the air. Steve grips your hips roughly, rubbing his length along your slick folds. You let out a soft whimper, waiting to feel his cock inside you. You lock eyes with Eddie, and his length twitches at your fucked out expression. "Stop teasing her, Stevie. She's been such a good girl for us. Give her what she wants." He stares into Steve's eyes, commanding him to please you. He glances at you again, winking. You almost giggle, but the sound is stolen from you as Steve thrusts himself into you. "Good boy, Harrington." You hear Steve moan at the praise, and he pulls slowly out of you before slamming back in.

"Oh, fuck!" You cry out, feeling your g spot being hit perfectly with each thrust. Steve repeats the action, slow pull-out and then pounding into you again.

"You're so beautiful like this, Y/N. I could watch you all night, listening to your pretty noises. You mind helping me out here?" Eddie says, eyes flicking to his dick. You blush, embarrassed about forgetting about him. "It's okay, princess. Just take me in your mouth like the good girl you are." His words combined with Steve's movements inside you are enough to drive you mad. You take him in your hand again, stroking teasingly. You lick from the base to the tip, and he gasps. You grin, before sinking your mouth all the way down onto him. "Fuck, Y/N. You take me so well." He moans out, gripping the back of your head to keep you deep on him. You gag as you blow him, swirling your tongue around his length as you move.

"Shit, you're so wet and tight for me. So fucking good." Steve pants, driving himself into you, slowly increasing his pace. The boys watch each other's faces, taking in every change of expression and drip of sweat that runs down their skin. Steve smacks your ass, making you gag harder on Eddie. It takes everything in you to keep sucking on him, the feeling of Steve fucking you into next week overwhelms your brain. You focus on the slapping of skin, and the garbled sounds your throat makes.

"I'm getting close, Steve. You wanna switch?" Eddie asks, eager to feel how hot and slick your cunt is for himself. Steve nods, pulling out of you slowly. You whine at the loss, Eddie's cock falling from your lips. "Turn around Y/N, hands and knees." Eddie says frantically, helping you up. You immediately take Steve into your mouth, drawing a strangled groan from him. Eddie quickly slides into you, hitting your spot even harder than Steve managed to. His hands dig into your waist, and he drives into you mercilessly. Steve thrusts his cock down your throat, making your eyes water. Everything feels so good, and your skin is on fire.

"You think you can kiss me and keep going like this, Eds?" Steve asks curiously.

Eddie chuckles, clearly loving the idea. "You're my kind of man, Stevie. I'm not sure it'll work, but we can sure as hell try." They both push even deeper into you as they lean their torsos forward. You moan against Steve's length, and your arousal drips around Eddie and onto the bed. You hear their lips meet, smacking loudly. God, they're both so fucking hot. You wish you could keep this up all night, but you're already feeling waves of pleasure washing over you to signal your oncoming release.

The three of you manage to maintain this position, savoring every sensation and sound that you produce. Wave after wave crashes over you, threatening to take you under. You're so close to cumming, it almost hurts. Tears run uncontrollably down your cheeks, and you can feel the men tensing up inside your holes as their releases draw nearer. They break away from their kiss, wanting to make each other come undone. "I'm so close, be a good little slut and swallow my cum, Y/N." Steve says, shoving himself into your mouth roughly.

"I feel how close you are, angel. Cum with us." Eddie rubs vicious circles around your clit, shoving you off the edge and into the brewing hurricane. You choke out what would be a moan if it weren't for Steve being lodged so far into your throat. His release pours into you, and you swallow every last drop.

"Shit, such a good girl for me." Steve groans, gripping your hair to hold you down onto him. Your whole body trembles as a powerful orgasm rolls over you. Your cunt strangles Eddie's dick, making him groan loudly. He cums deep into you, thrusting sloppily.

His movements prolong your pleasure, causing more fluid to rush out of you. "Oh, God, Y/N!" Eddie yells, watching your arousal spill from you. It drips down his thighs, making a mess on the mattress. "Jesus christ." He says, in awe of you.

"Damn, wish I could've experienced that." Steve states, pulling himself out of your mouth. You gasp in deep breaths, wiping drool from your mouth. Your head falls onto the bed, and you wait for the spots in your vision to clear.

"Maybe next time, Steve." You reply, surprised by how strong your orgasm was. You'd never experienced one like that before, but you can't help wanting to replicate it in the future. Your pussy is still pulsing around Eddie, making it difficult for him to pull out.

"Jesus, it's like you don't want to let me go, Y/N." He quips, slowly working his way out of your glistening cunt.

"I don't. But I suppose we have to get cleaned up, hm? I doubt we want to be sticky forever." You say lazily, savoring every last movement he makes inside you before finally freeing himself. Your mixed release flows from your hole, and Eddie can't resist gathering some on his fingers. You're still sparking from your orgasm, so you flinch at his touch.

"Relax, sweetheart." He coos, stroking your back to calm you. He tastes the cum first, moaning at how sweet it is. He goes back for more, this time bringing his fingers to your lips. "Open." You do as he asks and suck then clean, amazed at how good it tastes. He goes back one final time, moving to the other side of the bed. You sit up to watch as Eddie puts his fingers into Steve's mouth. Your jaw drops open at the sight, watching Steve's eyes roll back in his head as he tastes you on his tongue.

"We're fucking disgusting, aren't we?" You blurt out. They both look at you, laughing at your statement.

"That may be, darling. But would we really have it any other way?" Eddie retorts, making you giggle. All of you take turns showering, washing away the stench of sex and lust from your bodies. Eddie takes the old sheet from the bed, replacing it so you don't have to sleep on a wet spot. You locate your underwear, and hand the boys their boxers. You don't bother asking for a shirt to borrow, you figure the bed will be warm enough if you snuggle up against the two men.

They climb under the covers, beckoning you to them. You flick off the bedroom light, hopping over to lay between them. You spend another hour or so exchanging languid kisses, doing what you can to fight off exhaustion. But you can only keep your eyes open for so long, sleep calls to you with its siren song. "I love you guys." You sigh, settling in the cuddle sandwich as your eyes drift closed.

"I love you both, too." Steve says quietly, holding you from behind. He kisses the back of your neck softly.

"And I also love the two of you." Eddie whispers, gripping your arms as they're slung around his middle. You nuzzle his back, making cute, sleepy noises.

This arrangement of yours is definitely an odd one, but for you it feels perfect and right. You'll have to hide it from anyone you don't trust, they'd never understand. But that doesn't matter, as long as you have each other.

To be continued…

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onenicebugperday · 1 year ago

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@omgimsuchadork submitted: No IDs needed, just wanted to share these friends I found at a baseball game last weekend. ♡ Did you know that, while there are none at the major league level, there are several minor league teams named for bugs, like the Salt Lake Bees and the Columbia Fireflies (formerly the Savannah Sand Gnats)? Bug-seball!

Ok but.....bring back the Sand Gnats that name rules. Also love these two friends!

#animals #insects #bugs #submission #praying mantis #mantid #chinese mantis #beetle #ladybug #lady beetle #asian lady beetle

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pirateprincessjess · 2 months ago

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I’m in Five Points and just drove past the Bangback pinball place and remembered you mentioning it the other day, are there any other places you’d recommend to check out? I live in a smaller town that doesn’t really have anything to do so I drive over here to see trans-friendly doctors and visit music shops, but I don’t really know any good places to meet people

There isn’t a ton to do in Columbia, but we have a weirdly good pinball scene!

Transmission on main street has an amazing selection of game, and the owner is super cool! (We’ve traded pinball machines before!)

Firefly Toys and Games has a great selection of machines (including the old school Dr who pinball machine which I adore)

Craft and Draft in Irmo also has a ton of games!

#most of what I do in this town is pinball #so that’s the only advice I can give hahahaha

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shitty-mechs-headcannons · 1 year ago

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Tim still has access to a lot of earth movies and tv shows, and he makes he makes a list of all the things the other mechs enjoy:

-> rocky horror picture show (they all loved this one very very much, marius, Ivy and raph even dressing up at Frank n furter, magenta and columbia)

-> what we do in the shadows (they thought it was real and think there are vampires on earth, though tim and ashes knows that it’s fake but doesn’t tell anyone because it’s funny)

-> american psycho (jonny and ashes mainly liked this one because of the murder)

-> tangled (marius was obsessed with this for a while, ivy fell in love with rapunzel, and this became brians favourite movie)

-> labyrinth (every mech attracted to men, so everyone minus nastya and raph, grew a crush on david bowie)

-> la la land (jonny cried, though he’ll deny this, and probably shoot you if you bring it up)

-> all the jackass movies

-> all of adam sandlers movies. yes, all of them.

-> hannibal (again, jonny loved the murder)

-> the princess bride (nastya surprisingly enjoyed this one more than the others expected, she usually leaves while watching movies and shows to hang out with the aurora)

-> about time (again, jonny cried, and again, he will kill you if you bring it up)

-> pulp fiction (everyone enjoyed this one)

-> fantastic mr fox (marius, brian and ivy liked this one the most)

i love all of this and i am taking this opportunity to promote Firefly and Serenity (2005) come on they would love it it's about space pirates. they're not immortal but it's still space pirates!!!

-mod fen

#the mechanisms #shitty mechs hc #jonny d'ville #gunpowder tim #the toy soldier #drumbot brian #nastya rasputina #marius von raum #raphaella la cognizi #ashes oreilly #ivy alexandria #mod fen

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viking-raider · 2 years ago

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Secret Santa 🌲

Summary: You're the new Detective in Marshall's station and he's cold towards you. But for Christmas, Rachel Chase devises a plan to fix all of that. With Secret Santa.

Pairing: Walter Marshall/Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warning: G - COTTON CANDY GOODNESS, Grumpus!Marshall, Language, Mention of Homicide, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers?, Shady Behavior, Workplace Romance, Alcohol, Christmas Fic, Cold Work Environment, Kissing

Inspiration: MERRY CHRISTMAS! If you know anything, Grumpus is a World of Warcraft monster! Nerds Unite!!

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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You had been transferred to what felt like the middle of frigid, bum fuck nowhere of Manitoba, from British Columbia, because your boss had thought it would be a good career move for you. Giving you experience outside of the department you had been assigned straight out of the Academy, four years earlier.

Of course, you felt differently.

Just becoming comfortable in your department, with the boys starting to respect you; and not giving you that extra cold shoulder, because you were a rookie and a woman. You had just been accepted as a cold case investigator a month before Captain Dueck handed over your transfer papers, uprooting you halfway across the country.

But even with that, almost all of the employees at your new station were charitable and accommodating towards you. They welcomed you on your first day, as if you had been working there with them for years. Commissioner Harper, the boss, was no nonsense, but he was still friendly and gave you a warm greeting, whenever the two of you met in the hallways or out in the parking lot. Rachel, the department's psychologist, was even more companionable, always popping into your office, if she didn't meet you elsewhere in the building to say hello. Sometimes bringing you a cup of coffee or a pastry.

The only unfriendly entity in the office, that always regarded you with a grunt, eye roll, lifted brow or a sigh, was Detective Walter Marshall. He was a hulk of a man, thick with muscle underneath his knitted sweaters and tight jeans. But underneath that was nothing but a grump of the highest degree. Rachel tried explaining that Marshall was really a good guy, but he'd seen a lot as a homicide detective and former SWAT leader. That he had a chip on his shoulder from a nasty divorce with his ex, Angie, how he was bitter with the little he saw his daughter, and the strained relationship between them.

Despite Fae being Marshall's light in the dark.

You called bullshit on most of it. At first, Marshall was just bitterly indifferent towards you. He'd speak to you, if and only, when he needed to. Other than that, Marshall's replies to you were guttural sounds and facial expressions. You were incredibly annoyed by it for the first several weeks, but after that you just got over it. Learning what each sound and look meant. It wasn't until you discovered a cold case had a connection to a case Marshall was on, that you saw things change between you and him.

It was the case of Monika Wagner, who had disappeared eight years before, in Headingley. There had been no solid evidence at the sight of her disappearance, other than three walnut beads found on the ground, with her jacket. It was when you saw the suspect in Marshall's murder case, rubbing at rosary that it clicked in your mind. You rushed to the evidence lock up, scouring the boxes for Monika's, and tore the red tape seal off of the lid, digging through the contents for the small baggy that held the three beads.

“Marshall!” You barked, out of breath as you bent forward, wheezing to catch your breath.

He stood there, waiting for you to recover, brow lifted at you.

“Your su-suspect...” You gasped, holding up the clear evidence bag. “He's ta-taken another girl before, I'm s-sure of it.” You gulped, straightening and looking up at him.

“Why do you think that?” He asked, taking the bag from you and studying the small, black beads.

“The rosary he's rubbing.” You said, licking your lips. “I'd bet my career they're made of the same walnut of these ones, and these are from a cold case, eight years ago, in the same city he murdered your victim.” You explained to him, staring expectantly at him.

Marshall stared at you for a moment longer, which you knew was just him making sure you weren't wasting his time, before turning on his heels and storming down the hall into the interrogation room, where the suspect was being held. You started to follow, but he put a hard stop to that, with a sharp side glance, before slamming the door shut. Huffing, you scurried into the viewing room and watched from there.

He set the evidence bag on the metal table, the middle aged, bald male was cuffed to and regarded him for a moment, judging him for any reaction. The man looked at the three beads, he seemed confused for a second, before a creeping look of surprise seeped into his eyes and he shifted uneasily in his chair, gripping the rosary in his hand. Marshall nodded his head, pushing his bearded jaw forward. It was all he needed to confirm you were right, before taking the bagged beads and walking out.

“I told you.” You said, meeting him in the hallway, proud of yourself.

“Yeah.” Marshall grunted back, moving past you.

You thought after that, Marshall would be a little warmer towards you. You had helped him put his suspect away, cementing even more evidence against the guy. But instead, he'd only gotten colder. In fact, you would have been warmer standing out in a Manitoba blizzard in your socks, than the chill Marshall started giving you. You didn't understand and you didn't know how to go about talking to him about it.

How do you talk to someone with an almost nonexistent vocabulary? You don't, that's how!

So, the two of you just started avoiding each other at all costs. You even took a different shift as Marshall. Which was an achievement, since the brute rarely took time off to go home, so he could sleep and shower.

But then, Christmas came around and Rachel, being her good nature self and a “need to fix it” psychologist, decided to do something about the elephant between you and Marshall.

“We're going to do Secret Santa!” Rachel declared as she popped into your office one morning, in mid-December.

“Oh.” You gulped, looking away from your computer monitor. “I've never done that before.”

“Your other precinct didn't do it?” She asked, stepping further into your room.

“No.” You shook your head, chewing on your lip. “If we were going to give each other presents, we just gave them to each other.”

“Well, we do it around here.” She explained, holding out a slip of paper to you. “This is your special person.” She smiled, a glint in her eyes as you took it from her.

“All right.” You answered, taking it from her and unfolded it. “Oh fuck.” You groaned, shoulders slumping as you read the name inside. “It got--”

“No, no!” Rachel cut you off, giggling. “No one is supposed to know. Just you. So, good luck on finding a gift for your person.” She smirked, before breezing back out of your office.

“Yeah, what do you get the biggest Grumpus in the office? Coal.” You sighed, tossing the paper on your desk and rubbing your face, already overwhelmed.

You had two weeks to figure out what to get your Secret Santa, which wasn't a lot of time. Two years wouldn't be enough time to figure out what to get him, let alone that short amount of time. You wrecked your brain all day for what you could buy, forsaking the report you were supposed to be filling out for Amazon Prime. But it was useless, you had no idea what would be remotely useful to him or peak his interest.

“It's hopeless.” You huffed, rubbing your eyes and looking at your watch. “He'll just have to settle for coal.” You mumbled, shutting your computer off and stretching to your feet, joints popping for sitting so long.

Grabbing your coat, you locked your office and headed down to the parking lot, gasping and shivering as the blustery wind wrapped around you at full force. There was easily two feet of snow outside, but thankfully the walkways were shoveled and salted. However, on your way to your car, you ran into the fruit of your current issue.

“Don't you wear gloves?” He asked, locking up his truck as you tried blowing warmth into your bare palms.

“No.” You answered, glaring at him. “My car is right here. It's not that bad.” You told him, hitting the unlock on your key fob.

“Hm.” Marshall grunted, before continuing towards the station.

“Coal.” You growled, getting behind the wheel and slamming your door. “I'm getting that Yeti coal for Christmas!” You hissed, watching him head inside, before noticing the hypocrite wasn't even wearing a beanie over those wild curls of his.

It was honestly two of the fastest weeks of your life, and that was saying something, since the Academy stressed you out beyond belief. But in those two weeks, you had finally figured out what to get Grumpus Walter Marshall for Secret Santa.

It hadn't been easy either!

Now, it was time to exchange it to him at the station's annual Christmas party, that you were in all truth, slack jawed to see Marshall attend. Though, you weren't shocked to see him in his signature black shirt and jeans, while everyone else wore something festive, like ugly Christmas sweaters, Santa hats or Reindeer antlers. Some of the gifts were sitting on a designated table, to be picked up by their person, whenever they wanted to stop by and grab it, while others happily and excitedly rushed over to their Secret Santa with their gift thrust out.

You had come with your gift in a small, brown colored bag with red reindeer printed all over it, sealed shut with a small bit of clear tape. You carried it around with you for an hour, trying to work up the nerve to move over to Marshall's broody corner, where he was sipping a paper cup of eggnog and glaring at everyone with a watchful eye. But you hadn't managed it. So, you went from one cluster of co-workers to another, wishing them Merry Christmas and giving out hugs, nibbling on homemade and store bought Christmas cookies, and nursing a cup of Spiced Cider.

“So, I see you still have your gift.” Rachel said, over your shoulder, as she came up behind you, taking a drink of her hot cocoa.

“I do.” You replied, biting your lip and fighting the urge to glance over at Marshall.

“Well, why haven't you given it to your person yet?” She asked, grinning like the cat about to get the mouse.

“Um--” You floundered, taking a deep gulp of your cider.

“Go on, before they leave.”

You looked at her. “How do you know they're even here?” You asked, narrowing your eyes at her, then finally saw the meaning to that glint in her eyes. “You rigged it.” You gasped at her, mouth falling open.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Rachel chuckled, shrugging her shoulders.

“You purposely made sure I got that grouch.” You scoffed at her, outraged.

“There's many grouches-”

“Rachel!” You barked, eyes flaring as you nudged her with your shoulder.

“Oh, all right!” She relented, laughing at you. “Yes, I made sure you got him as your Secret Santa. Big deal. Maybe it'll warm things up between the two of you.” She pointed out, pressing her lips together. “The aura around you two is palpable. The whole office feels it. I'm just trying to help fix it.”

“Is it that bad?” You asked, suddenly feeling aware of your co-workers closeness.

“It's not anything toxic. But people know something strained is going on between the two of you. Even the Commissioner commented on it.” She confessed, looking a little reluctant.

“Oh god.” You squeaked, glancing over at your boss. “All right, I'll go over and give it to him.” You sighed, gulping down the rest of your drink. “Wish me luck.” You grimaced, setting the empty cup on a table in front of you.

“You're going to need it, he's heading out.” Rachel replied, pointing to Marshall as he moved through the crowd.

“Crap!” You gasped, twisting around and going after him. “Excuse me! Pardon me! So, sorry!” You said, frantically weaving through people, trying to get to Marshall before he could leave, rushing to the door of the conference room the party was being held in just as it swung shut.

“Marshall!” You yelled out, dashing into the hallway.

Marshall stopped, just before rounding the corner to his office, and turned to the sound of your voice. He lifted a brow as you rushed towards him, your eyes bright from your cider consumption. He was about to ask what you wanted from him, before noticing the gift bag in your hand and his massive shoulders slumped, understanding.

“You're my Secret Santa.” He whispered, looking down at you with tired eyes, he clearly hadn't gone home after his shift.

“Yee-ah.” You nodded, biting your lip.

He rolled his jaw and nodded back, holding his hand out for the bag.

“Look,” You started, handing it over. “I'm not good with presents. I don't have—I don't do them back home. So, I'm sure you'll hate it and it was a stupid idea.” You rambled watching him break the tape seal and reach in. “I don't even know why I bothered making it. I should've just bought you a gift card for Timmy Horton's or something.”

Marshall didn't answer, instead he pulled out the black and grey umber, knitted beanie you had made him, with your own two hands. He didn't say anything, he just stood there holding it and staring at it for the longest time. You couldn't tell if the expression on his face was a good one or not either.

“I knew it was stupid.” You blurted out, your anxiety hitting the roof. “I'm sorry. Do what you want with it. Just forget about it.” You said, quickly turning on your heels and hurried back to the party.

As you ran off, you missed the look on Marshall's face, one of confusion and like you had punched him in the heart somehow. Gently putting the beanie back into the bag, he turned and carried on to his office, to the task he'd been on before you stopped him. He unlocked his door and set his gift down, going into the bottom drawer of his desk and pulling out a small box, covered in white and pink snowflake wrapping paper. He cleared his throat, holding it for a moment, feeling his palms clam up. Glancing at your gift on top of his desk, before leaving his office again, he carefully tucked the box in his back pocket.

He returned to the party, scanning the crowd until he spotted you, by the refreshments table, going for another cup of Cider. Taking a deep breath, he moved through the crowd and stopped beside you, startling you for a second.

“Jesus.” You gasped, composing yourself.

“Could I speak to you?” He asked, with his usual hard and guarded expression. “Privately.” He added, glancing at the few people close by.

You regarded him for a moment, before sighing. “Fine.” You nodded, brushing by him and heading towards the quieter side of the room. “What is it? Come to give me crap about my gift or something?” You asked, instantly defensive.

Without answering, Marshall pulled the gift from his back pocket and held it out to you, lifting a brow, when you didn't immediately take it from him. You were too shocked to realize you had apparently been his Secret Santa, to grab it from him. Your eyes darted around the gathered police force to spot Rachel, who was grinning at the pair of you.

“Sneaky.” You mumbled under your breath.

“What?” Marshall frowned, cocking his head at you.

“Nothing.” You replied, taking the box from him finally. “So, I was your Secret Santa.” You said, carefully peeling back the paper.

“Yeah.” He nodded, watching you carefully. “My daughter thought the paper was cute.” He said, offhandedly. “She even helped me wrap the gift, since I'm not great at it.”

You looked up at him, caught off guard. “It's really cute.” You answered, blinking at him, unsure what to do with that bit of personal information, as you continued unwrapping.

Marshall held his hand out, taking the paper from you, once you finished unwrapping his gift. His blue eyes shifting, they were soft and curious, watching you examine the present he had gotten you. It took you a moment to understand what the device was, but once you did, it genuinely made you chuckle.

“It's a rechargeable hand warmer.” Marshall explained, biting his lip. “Since you seem to refuse to wear gloves.” He grinned at you, for the first time since the two of you met.

You smiled up at him, laughing even more. “It seems we've both given each other practical gifts.” You pointed out, amused to no end.

“It would seem so.” He agreed, his face transforming into something so much more handsome, when he allowed himself to smile and be happy. “I do like my present, by the way. I've never had anyone personally make me something before. It's very thoughtful and will no doubt keep my head warm.”

“I love my gift as well.” You assured him, looking down at it. “I look forward to using it.”

“Ooo!!” Rachel called out, suddenly, catching your and Marshall's attention. “You and Marshall are under the mistletoe!” She chuckled, pointing to the sprig of plant above you.

You dropped your head back and gulped. “Oh fuck.”

A smirk tugged on one side of Marshall's mouth. “Well, tradition is tradition after all.” He said, looking down at you, a coltish look in his blue eyes. “That's if my Secret Santa will grant me one more gift tonight?”

“Hm, I don't know.” You cooed, narrowing your eyes at him. “You've been a right Grumpus this year.”

“I'll be better next year.” Marshall answered, the sparkle growing brighter.

You smirked at him, a fluttering in your stomach pulling you towards him, realizing he was in love with you. “I'll hold you to that.” You replied, lightly wrapping your arms around his hips. “Or it's coal, next year.” You said, offering your lips to him.

“Can't have that.” He chuckled, dipping his head to capture your lips, kissing you deeply, and hugged you snug against him.

The office hooped with excitement as you kissed, and Rachel laughed, knowing her plan had worked.

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year ago

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Your Submissively ~ Excess

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N Surprise for the holiday in the States! Happy Labor Day!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Infatuation

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Belle didn’t mention the offer that Steve Rogers had given her to anyone. But she also didn’t let the business card out of her pocket. She would play with the card, thinking of the man. He wouldn’t leave her thoughts. The fit of his suit, how his face looked with the trimmed beard and the ocean blue eyes that she would get lost in.

“Belle!” Lila yelled, finally gaining her friend’s attention. “Where are you?”

Belle shook her head. “Sorry, just worried about this thesis.”

“Don’t be. You’ve got this. Anyways, Scott called. He asked if we were going to go out with the gang.”

“Do I have to?”

“Belle, c’mon. Ever since that gala you have been so preoccupied. Did something happen?”

“No Lila, It was fine. I’m sorry.” Belle sighed. “Ok, help me find something to wear.”

Lila pulled a blue, strapless top and black jeans. “This. You will look hot in this.”

The little group of friends were a mix of the Gen Ed program and the engineering program. Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, Peter Parker and Michelle (MJ) Jones all hung out together most of the time. These were the closest people Belle had in her life.

Belle used to live with MJ and Lila before MJ and Peter decided to move in together. Scott and Hope had their own singles but were on the same floor as Belle, MJ and Lila freshman year. Her little adopted family took her in and she was forever grateful. Her adopted father had died when she was 16 and she had no one left. She was forever grateful for Phil Coulson, and she missed him dearly.

They bar hopped until they landed at a bar in Manhattan. Peter and MJ were celebrating their recent engagement and Hope was celebrating getting into Columbia for law school. Scott was in the Gen Ed program with Belle. But he had heard that he had gotten a great job for the next school year at a prestigious high school. Belle still hadn’t heard and this fueled her consumption of alcohol.

Belle was tipsy but still very aware in the bar. It was fun, lots of seating, room for dancing, a pool table. She had been here before with Scott, teaching her to play pool. The music was a fun mix of old school pop and alternative rock. Belle swayed to the music, occasionally singing along. She used to sing in school but stopped once Phil was gone.

Scott had been abnormally close this evening but Belle let it go. Her mind kept drifting to the ocean eyes that she could still see in the back of her eyelids. She got up, a little wobble in her stance.

“Where’re you going Belle?” Scott helped steady her.

“Just to the bathroom. I’ll be back.” As she waited, she pulled the business card from her pocket. She stared at the name.

Steven G. Rogers, CEO.

She scoffed a little before she dialed.

Hello?

“Hello Steven G Rogers.”

Belle?

“That’s me.” Belle sighed. “I don’t know who you think you are but I don’t need your offer.” Her speech slurred slightly.

Isabella? Are you ok?

“I’m fiiiinnnneee,” she sang.

Have you been drinking?

Belle laughed. “Of course, I have. Big girl.”

Where are you?

“A place.” Her sass was coming out.

Tell me now. She could hear him growl into the phone.

She giggled. “I’m in New York. Not Jersey, I gotta go.”

Isabella, wa-, she hung up the phone. She laughed at herself and went on her way.

Steve was furious. What the hell is she thinking, he thought to himself. He called Bucky,

Yea?

“Can you trace Isabella Davis’s phone please?”

Sure boss.

“And get the car, we are headed wherever she is.”

Belle decided she needed air. She went out to the brisk night and leaned against the wall, feeling the world spin slightly. She was so frustrated with her career, with her life, with Steve Rogers. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She felt someone come up to her and she opened her eyes. Scott stood up in front of her. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok Scotty. Did you need something?”

“I wanted to talk to you Belle. About something kinda important.”

“Oh, is everything ok?” She smiled, hoping her friend was ok.

“Yeah, well no, but it could be.” Scott swallowed looking more nervous. “I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?”

“A date?” Belle squeaked. She had never considered Scott more than a friend.

“Yeah, a date, Belle. You’re beautiful, so smart and I’ve fallen for you. Please?” He leaned in.

“Scott, wow, wait,” before she felt his lips on hers. Suddenly they were gone.

“She said wait,” a deep voice growled. “That’s not consent.” Steve pulled Scott away from Belle.

Belle’s head spun. “What are you doing here?”

“I was worried about you.” Steve pulled her towards him and stroked her cheek. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. I just don’t understand.” Belle closed her eyes and felt herself falling.

“Belle!” Steve caught her as she tipped over. “Belle? Can you hear me?”

“Sure can Mr. Fancypants!” Belle sang the words as she clutched onto him. She shivered from the crisp air. She pressed herself against Steve’s warm body. “You’re so warm.”

“Ok Isabella, let’s get you some water.” Steve looked around and didn’t see the guy that tried to assault Belle anywhere. He guided her inside and to the bar. “Water,” he said to the bartender. Once the glass was on the bar, he handed it to Belle. “Drink. Now.”

“You are so bossy,” Belle said with a pout.

“Drink the water Isabella or I will put you over my knee.” Steve’s eyes blazed with authority. Belle took the water and drank, some of it leaking from the corners. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me take you home.”

“I came with Lila.”

“Ok stay right here.”

Belle watched as he approached a dark hair man who was talking with Lila. Lila spoke back to him and then glanced at Belle with a smirk. Belle started to feel dizzy again as Steve approached her again. “Think you can tell me where I need to go?”

“Nope because I see two of you so I don’t know who to talk to.”

“Ok, Miss Davis, lets go.”

“Can’t walk. So sorry to disappoint,” Belle said with a giggle. She twirled around and stopped. “My head hurts.”

“Isabella? Are you ok?”

“I feel like I’m going to faint.”

“What? Right now?” Steve asked as he saw Belle close her eyes. He grasped her as she went limp in his arms. “C’mon baby,” he said as he adjusted to carry her to the car. Bucky came a few moments later. “Is Delilah ok?”

“Yeah, also got a date with her so I’m happy.” Bucky smirked. “Where to?”

“Home. I don’t want to leave her alone.” He cradled Belle in his arms. How did he end up this lucky? They got to his apartment, and he took her up to his room. He laid her gently down and removed her shoes and socks, her jeans and lacy top. He grabbed one of his shirts and sipped it over her. He pulled back the covers and placed her in between.

He went to his office and shut everything down. Bucky came in. “Is she ok punk?”

“Yea, I put her to bed. Can you get her some clothes? Jeans, top, underwear.”

“Sure. I’ll have it here in the morning.”

“Thanks Jerk. I’m going to turn in.”

“Is Miss Davis in the guest room?”

“No,” Steve cleared his throat. “She’s in my room.”

“Steve…” Bucky started.

“I know Buck. But she’s different. We’ll see in the morning.”

“Whatever you say man. Good night.”

“Night.” Steve headed back to his room, where Belle hadn’t moved. He placed two ibuprofen and a glass of water on the night side table. He stripped down and climbed into the bed next to her. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Good night sweet Belle.”

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