#he’d see steve being all macho man and be like LOOK AT ME PLEASE FIND ME ADORABLE!

[resident-gay-bitch]

steve’s pov here :)

prey.

lots of prey.

that’s what eddie knew.

he watched them enter his land through that… thing. that hole in the ground that let off a high pitched sound and kept him in line. it scared him and his brethren. none of them could go near it. it hurts if you do. they’ve all learnt the hard way, whilst trying to escape. it burns your body to touch and turns your brain dizzy.

but the prey passed through it without an issue.

eddie watched from the top of the tree he was perched in, crowded around by his resting family, his cousins and friends. he watched the prey make their way through his world, listened as his master told him to kill.

eddie attacked when they least expected it.

he swooped down and swiped at one of their necks with his claw. he would have gotten it, if that one with curly hair didn’t scream his name.

it sent eddie flying back- he recognised it, the voice. the face.

it wasn’t prey.

it was a friend.

eddie flew away. too scared of what would happen if he stayed.

he couldn’t stay.

his master was mad. beyond mad at him.

he threatened to kill eddie if he didn’t complete his task. he’d send his brethren on the prey and himself.

eddie didn’t want that. he wanted the prey to live, he thought. well… the curly haired one. he didn’t know about the rest. but if not for that curly haired one, eddie might let master carry out that promise. he didn’t like this world. it was cold and dark and he felt dirty and he only remembered pain.

he flew back to his home, to his nest in a place he felt most safe. a safe place that was still standing. his old home, the one with who he thinks is his father from the other world, now destroyed to the hole that was too big and too loud and hurt too much if he flew near it.

his home in the drama room at school. he’d dragged mattresses and pillows and blankets back into the changing room and built himself a nest, collected all his favourite things.

he had a pile for his father, flannelette shirts all piled up on a bunch of random mugs. he had his sweetheart there too. he’d been collecting dice from everywhere he could find them, all different shapes and colours, they were scattered around his nest, and he played with them when he got bored and couldn’t sleep. he had a picture frame shoved there somewhere with a photo of his mother, a flower pressed under the glass that was her namesake. it was the only name eddie could remember; petunia. and he had the mangled old teddy bear she gave him as a baby that he curled up with every night.

but he had his most favourite pile there too, at the place where he lay his head every night. in the pile was a green and white jacket with a name eddie couldn’t read written across the back. there were shirts and two jumpers, a red and a yellow one. he had three odd socks and one pair, and some underwear, and a singular sneaker. he’d taken them all from a large house on the nice looking side of this world, from a room he didn’t like very much, but he remembered the boy that owned all those things was very special to him.

he couldn’t remember his name or his face though, and eddie cried about it every night.

he pottered around his nest, moving his things about and settling down in it. he hurried out and to the other side of his home where he had a pile of things he’d collected that took up too much space in the nest. he sifted through them; some more mugs, a weird al shirt, a pair of drumsticks, some comics, a bunch of action figures, a green ribbon, an old year book, some novels, an acoustic guitar, car keys, a cheer skirt, journals, a lunchbox- all things that made his heart clench to look at, to touch, but he couldn’t remember why.

except for the yearbook.

when he found the yearbook he got so excited he’d stretched out his wings and started flying in the tiny little room. he knocked over a rack of costumes with them, fucked up his nest, and put a hole through the wall. he didn’t care though.

he had the year book almost permanently open to one page. a page he remembered looking at a lot when he was younger. on the page was him, the man that eddie couldn’t remember the name or face of. the one he loved so much. and beside him was another man with eddie’s old face! he’d made it. he remembered making it. he wrote something, but eddie couldn’t read that either.

after finding that year book, eddie looked at the page every day and every night, whenever he could. he often went to sleep with the page open, he’d sometimes just sit there and look at it. he’d draw his claw lightly over the man’s pretty face and sometimes he’d lick it when he particularly missed him.

oh eddie loved him so much.

so that’s what eddie did now. he sat down in his nest and drew over his pretty face and he stretched out his long tongue until it touched the page and then he smiled.

he smiled so much his heart squeezed.

he missed his boy.

but his master was not happy with him. he made eddie go back out to kill them.

eddie promised himself he wouldn’t kill the curly haired one.

he flew out until he found them, and then he swooped down over their heads to give the prey a scare and perched himself atop an electricity pole. he crouched there with his wings hanging heavy down behind him and looked at his next meal.

only, he didn’t attack. not straight away.

there was something familiar about one of them. the one holding a bat over his shoulder, scowling at eddie. he had floppy hair and strong shoulders. eddie thought he’d put up the biggest fight.

but there was something about him.

eddie cocked his head and looked at him some more. looking looking looking. trying to figure him out. he ignored everyone else. the man adjusted his grip on his weapon, ready to swing it at eddie if needed.

eddie moved his head forward because… no…

no it- it couldn’t be.

it was him.

the boy in the picture.

the one he loved!

he straightened his back out in a flesh, sitting up tall, perched on the pole, and he let out a screech of excitement. he hoped the man was just as excited as he was.

his love leered forward slightly, looking ready to fight… to protect. oh, he looked so strong and brave like that, ready to defend his own brethren. eddie admired him so much. he was so beautiful. so strong. so handsome.

eddie stretched his wings out and stood, he let out another thrilled sound because- oh, because he was here! the one he loved was here… in his world! and eddie could have him.

eddie clutched at his heart like he’d just been struck by cupids arrow and fell backwards off the pole, like he was fainting. he was swooning afterall. he hoped to impress this man too.

eddie had to impress him.

so he free fell and right before he hit the ground he stretched his wings out further and lifted himself high into the sky. way higher than he needed to go. he looked down at the one he loved and- oh goodness, he just couldn’t help himself. he tucked his wings around his body and nosedived straight for him.

it’s what he’d seen his family do, when they found their love. one would fly high in the sky and barrel roll into the other, catch them, and take flight again.

it was their mating ritual, so it’s what eddie would do.

he crashed into the pretty golden haired love and had to take a moment to just look at him as he wiggled around on the ground beneath eddie. eddie tired to pin him down, to show him he was safe… it was just eddie. he tried to communicate, clicking his tongue to say “hello, it’s me, i love you” but he didn’t seem to get it.

that was okay.

eddie would show him.

but before he had a chance his wing was struck with an immense amount of pain.

he stretched it out to look, and found a hole clean through it, and he lowered it just enough to see one of his prey, standing there, a gun aimed right at him.

you hurt me, eddie thought, you tore me.

he was going to make her death the most painful. save her for last.

he looked back at his love and grabbed him tight and lifted up info the air. it made him scream, and eddie thought it was a nice sound. similar to his own happy call. eddie really liked this man.

he took him to his home, sweeping through the crack in the roof, down into his little home, and he lay him down in his nest. his love is the only other being allowed anywhere near his home.

the last being to try - his brother and friend - was ripped to shreds by eddie’s own teeth. no one breached these walls again.

eddie laid him down and crawled back to sit by his loves legs, crouched there and waiting. he looked at him curiously. he looked quite different than the picture. he had lighter, floppier hair, and some scruffy fur around his mouth, and he had this thing on his face that made his eyes look a little bigger than usual, and… clothes. in the picture he only had little swim shorts on. eddie hoped his love might take these clothes off soon.

oh eddie thought he was just neat.

the perfect new item to make home of his nest. he’d keep him here forever, that was for sure.

he was eddie’s now.

he looked a little confused, but that was okay. eddie would help him understand anything he needed. all eddie wanted to do was look after his love.

oh. the picture. that would help him understand. that’s how eddie could tell him he loved him.

great idea!

he crawled over to get it, leaving his love in the nest for a little moment. he sifted through some of his other things before retrieving it. he grabbed the book with his teeth, and crawled back over to pretty man, and perched himself as close as possible. he dropped the book between his own feet and pressed his hands on top of it to keep it safe, and waited.

when he turned back around to look at eddie, he freaked out a little. eddie thought it was very sweet. eddie wanted to see every face this man could make, they were all so beautiful. he cocked his head to the side and looked at him some more, trying to figure him out.

to ask if this was okay.

his love held up the jacket with the name eddie couldn’t read. he looked at the jacket, then back at his love, then back at the jacket, then back at his love and he felt warmth bubble up in his chest. he purred, hoping to let his love know what this meant. hoping to let him know he was happy that he was here. that he wanted his love to wear the jacket.

eddie noticed how his love was wearing one thing that meant a lot to eddie himself. a vest. one covered in patches and pins that he used to wear every day. eddie lowered his head to bump his loves shoulder and blinked at him once.

“it’s yours.” his love said, and it made eddie’s heart flutter so much! he loved the sound of his voice. it was so soft and smooth and eddie wished he could talk the same. his love tugged at the sleeve of the vest, “i know, i’m sorry. i hope you don’t mind. it helped ground me on the bad days.”

don’t mind? don’t mind!?

why would eddie mind about that? this was the best day of his life. not only was his love here, but he was here and collecting eddie’s things too.

eddie cocked his head, trying to communicate that of course he was okay with it. that he was okay with anything his love wanted.

“can you understand me?” he asked.

eddie nodded.

“can you talk like me?” he asked again.

eddie really wished he could. he wanted nothing more than to say that he loved him. he wanted to ask his name.

“i’ll take that as a no.” he hummed, and it made eddie’s chest vibrate, “you have a lot of my things.”

eddie wanted to collect more of them.

he dropped the book on his loves lap and watched curiously as he opened it. eddie’s heart was about to leap out of his chest when the man found the page eddie wanted him to see.

his pretty pretty love drew his finger over the page and read out the words eddie had written there many years ago… the words eddie had longed to be able to read or remember, and now he’d know, “by the time you graduate, this will be real, and he will be nice and want you back.”

oh… right.

yes. eddie loved him. he knew now. didn’t he. his love knew and- oh, he was laughing.

eddie didn’t like that. why was he laughing? did he not love eddie too.

eddie screeched at him and pouted because… because why would he laugh? that’s mean. it hurts eddie. it hurts eddie a lot. he would just like to love his love.

oh eddie loved him so much.

he watched with sad eyes as his love realised how much it was hurting eddie, and then he said, “you technically still haven’t graduated, you know?”

oh goodie. his love wanted him too!

he loved him so much he just- oh, he just couldn’t hold back any more. he flicked his tongue out and licked up his loves cheek and it was so much better than licking the picture. this time, when his love laughed, eddie liked it.

this was a good laugh.

“licking? really?”

eddie smiled at him and nodded his head because, yes. of course! he had to show his love and that’s how he did that. that’s what he knew. he hoped his love would lick him back… but maybe that’s not how those creatures showed their love.

that’s okay. eddie would learn eventually.

eddie helped shuffle his love back to cuddle because he didn’t care how mad his master got right now, eddie had his love and he’d finally be able to sleep well. he was sure this would be the first sleep he got without crying since waking up down here, in this world.

he curled up with his teddy and wrapped his wings around his love, curling into his lap and chest. eddie pressed his ear up over his heart to listen to the steady drum beat of it inside. it was one of the best sounds in every world. eddie started to purr again, feeling warm and dizzy against his love. he smelt amazing, and eddie nuzzled his face under the vest to get closer to him.

eddie felt his love pet his head softly and hold him a little tighter. eddie didn’t think he could love something any more than he loved this being right here. he was going to keep him forever. protect him and make sure he was safe, and well fed, and warm. he’d stay here, in eddie’s home, where no one else was allowed to go so eddie could keep him for himself. if he wanted anything, eddie would fetch it for him.

eddie would love him with every fibre in his body and more.

he’d do anything for his love.

he was sure of it.

if only he could remember his name.

[karimac]

...in the details, Part 2

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point anyway, are platonic.

Please do not repost or translate my work. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

A bit about the OC Kari

Part 1

All mistakes are my own.

Word count: 2,249

Before you ventured into Westview, a flight of birds overhead reminded you of Redwing and Sam. Poor Sam. That sixth sense you had told you that fight at the compound was going to lead you all into very weird places. And the first one left you very squarely not in the room once again.

This time it was Steve and Bucky being thick as thieves, and you and Sam were…making a sandwich run? Couldn’t exactly get GrubHub to make a delivery to an attack site, could you? Bruce did not want some driver with a cellphone putting video up on Snapchat. “How would that look?” he bemoaned as he worked on the time travel platform. “We’d be getting tourists left and right. I don’t need that.” So off you and Sam went.

“You know, you could just, you know,” Sam started to say as he waved his hands like he thought a wizard would do, “and just poof up a plate of stuff. Right? With extra food for Banner, of course. He inhales tacos like nobody’s business. Just ask Tic Tac.”

“Sam, what have I told all of you before? Magic is the transfer of energy and matter. No suitable food stuff means no sandwiches. I can’t just think about the deli counter at Wegman’s and make a sandwich and a side of coleslaw appear in my hand. So, we’ll order on the app and pick it up. Just like everyone else. Before I hit the button, any changes to your order?”

“No, it’s fine. But don’t tell me you’ve never done shit like that when you’ve had your back against it,” Falcon huffed as you went to the rental car you’d gotten earlier in the day. That, thank Heaven, was easy to get at the local but extremely small airport.

“I’ve killed small rodents and eaten them, and I don’t mean just rabbits. Snakes, too. And, well, birds of prey, like falcons,” you groaned as you started to get into the car, but you stopped and headed back to the passenger side. “And I know you hate my driving, so here you go,” you said as you handed Sam the keys. “Sorry it isn’t a Ferrari. I was lucky to get this Kia. They didn’t exactly have anything race course worthy.”

As Sam climbed in, he saw bags of gear in the back seat. “You pulling a Wanda? Need some me time away from all us testosterone jockeys? Cyborg is going to be pissed.”

“Bucky has other stuff to deal with, trust me,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “He does not need to add Crazy Old Broad to his growing list of things to do and people to take care of this week. I heard him talking to Steve…”

“You? Eavesdropping? You are human!” Sam smirked, but then he saw the comment had hit a nerve. “You know I was kidding, right?”

“I know you are,” you said as you swallowed hard. In reality, you were not exactly buying that last comment. Sam was a sweetheart, but his comment sounded like things Tony and Steve had said about you in the weeks before the Time Heist. It depended on the situation, but one or the other of them seemed to question you, your motives, your powers and what they could do, and, at times, your grasp on reality. You did have a connection to a goddess they couldn’t see. Blaming them for having those questions just was not in your wheelhouse. “And yeah, maybe I just need to go figure a few things out. You guys know how to get me back here if you need me.”

“Somehow I don’t think Steve, Bucky and I would look so great standing and screaming your name in the middle of a fight,” Sam noted as he finally turned the key in the ignition.

“Now who is having issues with gender roles?” you said with a very pronounced side glance. “Sam, we are all human. We all need a save now and then. Maybe you’ll never have to utter my name again after today, unless you guys can’t find something you think I hid? Thor will be back once he’s done exploring the universe, and you can always get him here fast if you have Strange find him. And Wong is just dying for his shot as a full time Avenger. We all know that! And I can go back and do, well, goddess stuff, I guess. And raise horses. Just, please, make sure no one drops the ball on Parker. He lost his parents and his uncle. Losing Tony will hit him harder than anyone likely expects. He’s a good kid. He just needs support and guidance. Now, want to get this thing moving, or do you want me to drive?”

“And have you antagonize the local cops by going Mach 1? No thank you!”

You had to laugh at that one. You did tend to floor it. A lot.

++++++++++

A short time later, you and Sam rolled back to the site Bruce had chosen to set up the time travel platform. After you two handed out all the food, you realized it was really time for you to get going. No, you didn’t have a train, plane or bus to catch or someone to meet. You just knew it was going to get harder to make the break the longer you stayed there.

“She’s pulling a Wanda on us,” Sam said as he finished off the last of the sweet tea he had grabbed at the deli where you’d gotten food. “I think it’s too much he-man macho stuff, but she won’t fess up to that.”

“Wilson, how many brothers did I have?” you asked as you cleaned up the trash from the table Bruce had borrowed from a local park that had been wrecked during the battle. It had a huge hole in the end, but hey, it was good enough for the moment.

“Eight,” Bucky replied before Sam got the chance. “Just don’t quiz me on all their names. I remember your twin, Branan, and the one who was the vampire. Ewan? Right?”

“Yup, that’s right,” you grinned at Buck. “And no quiz. Promise,” you said as you raised your left hand and crossed your heart with your right.

“Why are you leaving?” Bruce asked as he adjusted the sling on his still injured arm, putting extra emphasis on the word “are” as he uttered it. “We need all the help we can get.”

Bruce, heaven help him, was suddenly one of the last active OG Avengers standing on Earth. Thor was off finding himself with the Guardians, and no one could really begrudge him that. He needed time to heal, and you knew all too well that was not easy nor time limited. Clint had more or less retired again after Natasha’s sacrifice on Vormir. Steve was getting ready to take the stones back, but upon his return, he’d likely join up with Sam and Bucky again to root out any remaining Hydra cells. That left Bruce in a very different place this time around.

“Bruce, you don’t really need me being a head case. Trust me. You do not need me giving any news outlets ammunition to blast headlines that make the team look less than spotless. I need to go home, at least for a little while,” you replied, knowing full well you were not telling him or the others everything. “And as I reminded Sam, you guys can just call me, and I’ll be here. Just whisper my name. Or yell it. Whatever works. Text me! If it’s an emergency, and if I’m not in the middle of some new damned war on my end, I’ll come running. But I have a feeling you guys are going to be just fine. Hell, I’ll give you a blessing before I head out.”

Yeah. A blessing. More like the final nail in the coffin. The words to start the spell to make them forget you.

“Big guy, you first,” you said as you put your hands on Bruce’s injured right arm. “And no, I am doing this, Bruce. It won’t be a full healing, but it should speed things up. You got this, big guy. Biggest brain. Biggest heart. May you realize just how much this team was built with your sweat and tears as it was anyone else’s.”

“I can’t change your mind?” Bruce asked as he pretended to wipe a tear from his eye and pout a bit. “And I am not asking because you are likely the only one of us who can cook…”

“I’m pretty sure all of you guys can cook something. Maybe not a good Colcannon or a fine Dublin coddle, but you’ll survive. As for the cupcakes, you guys may need to get a bakery on speed dial,” you added with a laugh because you knew they’d make that bakery rich. The Avengers loved their sugary snacks.

“Just don’t bug my sister, Bruce,” Sam noted as he waited for you to come over to him. “I still remember asking why the Cupcake Lady had a sword that night when those demon things attacked near the tower. I never asked. Why the cupcakes?”

“And not why the demons or the sword?” you said as you nearly choked on your words. “You realize that was before Steve saw me at Peggy’s funeral. That night was truly a fluke, Sam. No one was supposed to see that side of me then. As for the cupcakes, they were my entry to your world. Gifts from a fan girl. They’re easy to carry, a synch to personalize when needed, and everyone can have their own without fighting,” you said with a grin as Sam shook his head. “What?”

“You sound like Sarah.”

“Then I am in good company. Tell her the good stuff you’ve told me all these years. The words of wisdom. The little jokes. The pep talks. Tell her often. A single mom with two boys needs that. Be there for her, and drag these guys to see her, too. It would do the boys a world of good to have all their uncles stop by. Now, Samuel,” you said as you gave him a hug, “remember to keep these guys flying right. And if the world drops opportunity in your lap, whatever it might be, do not look at it and push it away without a lot of thought. The world needs Sam Wilson, the hero with a heart.”

And now the hardest part of this good bye had you wiping tears from your eyes. “I know. I’m a big mush. Girls from Brooklyn would laugh at me for this, right? Sorry, but girls from Naas and Athy do cry sometimes. I’m going to miss you two lugs. A lot.”

“Lugs. Last time you called us that was in ’43,” Bucky said as he looked down at his feet for a minute. “Somehow Hydra missed that memory.”

“You’ll see us again,” Steve said as he turned briefly to see where the case with the stones was on the platform. “But this time, it better not take 70 years.”

As you looked at the best friends, something about their auras seemed off. They had been planning something when you almost walked in on their chat a few days ago. You had no idea what it was, and you suddenly didn’t want to hang around to find out what the next act was going to bring.

“Just…watch your back, Steve. From what Clint said about Vormir, that one is going to be tough. And Buck, whatever comes next, I’m rooting for you. Even if you can’t see me doing it.”

“You really don’t have to leave,” Bruce kept insisting as you hefted your backpack on your shoulder.

“Dr. Banner, do you really want to fight my demons after all this? I have enemies. You just haven’t seen them yet. Frankly, the only reason that Hydra didn’t grab me before I hooked up with the Howling Commandos was because I was pulled into another dimension by one of those enemies. It was only by some weird twist of fate that Peggy found me when she did. If the veil between worlds had not been so thin near that camp, I might never have made it back, or Hydra might have found me first. It was pure dumb luck.”

{{And, Heaven help me, part of it was these two lugs over here}} you thought as you turned to head to your car. Then you stopped. This was a lot harder than it had been any time before, but it was the curse of an immortal to have to keep moving on. “I wish you luck, joy and happiness. I wish you peace. And, if you are truly lucky, memories long enough to have little space to spare for the likes of me because they are filled with so much more! See you in my dreams, for now anyway, fellas.”

++++++++++

You rolled out of there before Steve started his mission to return the stones, and you got a text from Bruce hours later telling you everything that had happened. Steve not coming back as planned. Then an older version of Steve shows up, sitting on a bench near the platform, and he gives Sam the shield. Right in front of Bucky.

It was now weeks later. No. It was months later, and here you were staring up at the sign for Westview. You’d gotten out of your rental car so you could get a feeling for the area around this little town.

“You made it back,” a voice said behind you. “How are you, after all that mess with Wanda and that Agatha woman? She was a real piece of work.”

The person speaking to you was Dr. Darcy Lewis. Friend of Thor and Dr. Jane Foster. Why was she even here?

You couldn’t fully figure out what the hell she was talking about. You didn’t remember being here before. Yet, you knew who she was, and you had never met her before. Or at least you couldn’t remember meeting her, here or anywhere else.

“Apparently not as great as I thought I was,” you muttered as you winced again. “Dr. Lewis, how long ago was the blip?”

“Give or take a week, about six months ago,” she replied as you started to pace. “Why?”

“Shit. Not this again,” you hissed as you looked up at the sign once more. “I think I’m going to need your help. How much do you know about Celtic myths and Irish history, Dr. Lewis?”

[donutloverxo]

Mommy dearest

Note- my mum said she wouldn't let me marry Steve cause he'd cheat on me lol. If only she knew Steve perfect human™ Rogers. 

Please do not steal or repost my works. Reblogs are welcome.

Summary- Meeting the parents is never easy. Will Steve be able to work his way into your mums heart?

Pairing- Steve Rogers x desi!reader

Word count- 1.3k

Masterlist

Steve smiled looking at your head resting on his shoulder. You fell asleep watching some in-flight entertainment. He could feel you drooling on his shirt. He had half a mind to wake you up, you were going to your mothers house directly from the airport, he wouldn’t have time to change his clothes or make his face. He needed to look presentable. First impressions do matter.

But then you snaked your hand around his bicep cuddling it to snuggle closer to him. He couldn’t wake you up now.

He traced the diamond on your engagement ring. He had asked you to marry him over a month ago and you made him the happiest man in the world by saying yes.

He would have preferred to ask your mother for your hand first, but she had no clue that he existed. Something that still annoys him. But he trusted you when you said that you needed time.

He was excited to meet your family, see the house you grew up in. At the same time he was terrified. He was told that he’s perfect relationship material many times, he tried his best to be the most perfect boyfriend and now fiancé he could. He had no clue if your mother would like him. If she’d consider him too old for you or not approve of your relationship or unworthy of you.

“Oh god Steve. I didn’t realise you were such a diva” You teased rolling your eyes. Steve had spent over half an hour in the airport bathroom, it looked like he had combed his hair, changed his shirt and shaved? “Did you shave?” you asked running your fingers through his smooth jaw.

“Had to get rid of that five o’clock shadow. Come on we have to look for a florist” He urged you to walk pushing your lower back.

“Oh I told you my mum thinks flowers are a waste of money”

You felt nostalgic as you looked at your hometown, the neighborhoods you still remembered like the back of your hand, pass by through the window. You would've enjoyed some more sight seeing had it not been for your fiancés fidgeting.

You pressed your palm on his thigh to stop him from shaking. “It’ll be alright Steve. She’ll love you I promise”

He may put on the brave macho mask for the entire world but for you he will always be the little guy with a big heart from Brooklyn.

You had no idea if it would be alright. You could sense your mums disappointment when you told her you were engaged to Steve. You hoped she would grow to love him or at least like him. It would mean the world to him and to you.

You ringed the doorbell jumping up and down excited to see her after over a year. Steve was right behind you carrying your bags after paying for the cab.

You jumped on her as soon as she opened the door, wrapping your arms around her, engulfing her a bone crushing hug. She hugged you back telling you just how much she missed you. You pulled back and shyly introduce Steve.

“This is Steve” You said holding his hand as if presenting a project you made in art class.

“Ma'am” He formally greeted her handing her the bouquet he got for her. “These are for you”

“Thank you” She smiled taking a whiff of the pink tulips. Craning her neck up to look at his face. “You are very tall” She noted. To which you and Steve let out a laugh. “Let’s get you inside. Dinner is almost done”

You both washed up meeting your mum at the dinning table. You proudly showed her your engagement ring. Telling her all about how Steve got down on his knee giving you a tear-jerking speech. How he was basically your prince charming.

Steve nervously stared at the food. He knew just how hot Indian food can be. It would be absolutely rude if he didn’t finish his plate. Your mother had worked so hard to cook it for you, she also seemed to have given him a lot, maybe because he looked like someone who eats a lot.

You all made small talk over the dinner, talking about your flight, your work. Steve was eating the food by pacing himself with some water. He could get through it.

“Being an avenger must be a tough job”, your mother said looking at him.

“Yes it is ma'am. But at the end of the day it’s worth” He smiled at her to diffuse some of the tension he felt was going to come.

“How many hours would you say you work in a week?”

“Whoa mummy. Whats this twenty questions?” you blurted out

He squeezed your hand under the table to let you know it was okay “Well it’s different every week. Sometimes we have missions, sometimes..”

“Give me an approximate” She interrupted him.

“Uh...” He looked over at you for some help but you looked just as anxious as him “about seventy hours a week”

She nodded acknowledging his answer, not seeming too pleased by it. The rest of the dinner was extremely awkward. With you trying your best to make some conversation only to be met with silence from both Steve and mum. After dinner Steve offered to clear up the table and do the dishes.

“He’s going to be away a lot. Are you reader for that?” She asked the moment you were alone.

“He always makes time for me” You said defensively. It was something both you and Steve struggled with at the start of your relationship but you had gotten over it by now by finding a good balance. He had cut back a lot on his work even going as far as to say that he’d be willing to give it up for you. If only you could show your mum how much he loved you.

“I only want what’s best for you. He has a dangerous job. What if he doesn’t come back home”

“I know he will. I have faith in him. He’s making the world a better place, I’m proud of him”

“Are you sure honey? I read that he has an affair with the black widow”

“Mom don’t read those stupid tabloids” you snapped. Natasha, for some reason, was always a favorite target of those damn magazines. “They’re just spreading rumors so they can sell more copies”

She sighed leaning back on her chair. “He’s from the 40s. You do know how they treated women back then”

“I know. If you try to get to know him you will see he’s nothing like that”

“Well I’ll know it when I see it” She stated.

For the rest of the weekend she made sure to observe Steve. She was almost shocked when he offered to cook lunch for all of you. Pleasantly surprised at how much she liked the Irish stew.

She especially liked how fondly he spoke of his mother and of you. She did ban you from sleeping in the same room as him, which was expected.

The weekend was over too quickly. You almost didn’t want to leave.

“I’ll check your horoscopes and look for a good date” she said hugging you goodbye, giving Steve a squeeze on his arm.

“Wait what?” you asked not believing your ears.

“You do want to get married don’t you” she deadpanned

“Yes, yes we do!” Steve grinned resisting the urge to hug his future mother-in-law.

“I’ll call you with the dates then” She said waving you both off.

Satisfied with the mission accomplished Steve kicked back on the cab ride to the airport, feeling as if he could finally breathe. Hunting down hydra agents was somehow easier than trying to get your mothers blessing. But well for you, he’d do just about anything. He kissed your knuckles.

“I can’t wait to marry you” He gushed.

[leviathanlazarus]

Attention

Pairing: Joe Elliott x Steve Clark

Word Count: ~5900 (it’s a LONG one, fuck!) 

Warnings: bondage--dom!Joe x sub!Steve; restraints; blindfolding; flogging; nipple clamps; edging; fingering; first-time unprotected penetrative sex; after-care. 18+

Forgive me, Lord, for all my sins.  

Written as a gift for brokenrose, as part of 2020's A Very Kinky Rockfic Ficmas Fest. The prompt was 'Steve Clark,Joe Elliott (Def Leppard,Def Leppard): Bondage.'

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“I wouldn’t have expected you to be into this,” Joe said. He was tying Steve’s left wrist to the bedpost and dragging his eyes down the blue and green veins snaking underneath his fair skin; Steve’s other wrist was already tethered, and he’d asked Joe if he was going to tie his ankles too, but Joe said that it “wouldn’t be possible” for what he wanted to do with him. Joe leaned down and looked into Steve’s eyes: “You’re somehow always full of surprises. Maybe because you’re so quiet,” he added absentmindedly, lifting himself up again to tighten the knot.

“I’ve hinted before,” Steve said softly. “That I want to try, anyway.” He’d hinted because Joe had been so goddamn vocal about being into it himself--tying people up, spanking them, gagging them, bringing that macho-man role to the table and amping it up until someone could come just from the sound of his voice. Steve felt so exposed--fully naked, baring it all for Joe to see, while the frontman was still fully clothed. Steve had seen that hard body before but, with being tied up and teased, he was practically salivating to see it again. 

Who would have thought?

Joe’s voice rose: “Have you?” He chuckled and straddled Steve’s hips, folding himself over him and bringing their mouths together. 

Oh, Joe’s kisses--something Steve had learned to love and crave so much. Sometimes it was hard to not literally beg for Joe to kiss him when they got a spare moment or a quick shadow to pass through. Steve strained against the ties, oh-so-ready to wrap his arms around Joe, and let out a little noise of disapproval when he realized he couldn’t. 

“I thought you wanted this?” Joe questioned as he pulled back, almost frowning. 

“I do,” Steve said. The weight of Joe on top of him was making him hard and needy. He wondered if Joe could feel his erection growing and growing with each microscopic movement and each half-degree rise in temperature between them. 

Joe ran his hands along the rope binding Steve’s wrists. “It’s a shame we have to do this on a bed. I’d rather have you standing,” he said, then smirked. “Then get you on your knees.”

Eager to please, Steve thought. Yeah, that’s what he was. 

“We couldn’t use your playroom?” Steve asked, only partially joking.

“Ha!” Joe bellowed and bent down to kiss him again. “I wish I had a playroom. But this’ll have to do.” He hopped off the bed and grabbed a bandanna from the dresser--everything was already there, a small collection of “toys and tools” that he had spread out on the wood, the bandanna first in line. 

When Joe made it taut and started to move the fabric above Steve’s head, Steve bucked at his ties. “No, wait,” he pleaded, and Joe stopped, his knees sinking into the side of the mattress. He took in the sight of Joe’s tanned arms and the sturdy torso underneath his shirt, the little strip of bare skin exposed above his waistband. “I wanna see you.”

Joe smiled--not cocky, truly sincere. “You’ll see me again soon,” he said and started to gently place the blindfold over Steve’s eyes and tie it behind his head. When he spoke again, Joe’s voice sounded further away yet even closer all at once, and Steve felt himself get completely hard at the next statement. “If you’re good.” He felt Joe move off the bed again and then heard, “What do you want first? Any preference?”

Was that part of the dom-sub relationship? Steve thought the “dom” just did whatever he wanted. He was so flustered he couldn’t even remember what the options were. “Um--” he started to say, trying to visualize Joe standing at the dresser in front of all his stuff. “Whatever you want, Joe--”

Joe reached down and cupped the side of his face, running his thumb over his bottom lip. “No, it’s about what YOU want,” he said, stroking the first signs of stubble with his fingertips as Steve’s lips parted. “So what do you want, honey?” 

Steve might as well have been putty in Joe’s hands. He swiveled one leg to the side, trying to get any contact with him, and felt his foot nudge against his thigh. Before he could answer, Joe’s hands were pushing his leg back into place, straight as an arrow down the bed. “None of that,” he said with a laugh, patting Steve’s knee. “You’re not allowed.”

Steve frowned and stopped himself from fidgeting. “Okay.”

“Let’s just start nice and slow,” Joe said, letting the words fall from his tongue leisurely. He straddled Steve again and ran his fingers down his torso. “We haven’t had much time together, Steve. Not ‘til now.” 

Steve shivered in the cool air and with Joe’s light touches down his chest, down his ribs, and along his stomach. “No, I s’pose not.” His breath hitched when Joe's fingers just barely brushed through his pubic hair but ignored his hard-on. Was asking for more something he could do? Or would Joe punish him? Did he want to be punished?

He could admit to himself that he’d thought about Joe roughing him up before. Not in a violent way per se, but Steve had had fleeting--or, admittedly, pervasive--thoughts of Joe grabbing him by the throat, or the hair, or his wrist, and throwing him against a wall, shoving his hand down his pants, making him turn around and--

Joe’s fingers skittered up to his armpits--one of Steve’s knees tried to jerk itself up but was stopped by Joe sitting on top of him. 

“Are you ticklish?” Joe asked, fingers edging dangerously toward the vulnerable skin and wiry hairs. “Should we find out?”

Steve’s legs thrashed as much as they could underneath Joe when the butterfly touches finally fluttered over his armpits. “No, Joe!” he cried out, laughing. What a fucking bastard. Steve had never heard of tickling being a sexual thing, but it seemed fitting for Joe to toy with him like that, especially when he couldn’t do much to fight back. “Stop!” 

Joe’s disembodied laugh boomed right through the room. “Alright, alright.” His hands explored Steve’s flushed chest. “Do you remember your safe word? Instead of saying ‘stop?’”

“I thought,” Steve started, trying to catch his breath. “That was for when I feel unsafe.”

“It’s for whenever you want to stop. Doesn’t matter what the situation is,” Joe corrected. “‘Stop’ can be kind of...ambiguous. Your safe word means you’re demanding me to literally stop, and stop everything. No confusion.” 

“Right, no confusion at all,” Steve quipped, squirming with Joe’s weight on top of him and his still-neglected hard-on. 

“I’m serious,” Joe said, an authoritative sternness in his voice that nearly made Steve quiver. “Do you understand? We can only go on if you understand.” 

Steve nodded. Damn it, he really wished he could see Joe. Each second was driving him more wild. “I understand,” he said, and tried to shimmy his hips to rub his erection against him. 

Joe pressed one palm against Steve’s chest to still him and used the other hand to cup his jaw. “You understand WHAT?”

Steve’s heart started to race in anticipation. “I understand that I need to say the safeword.”

“Good. But how are you supposed to address me once we begin?”

OH. Steve swallowed. “I understand...sir.” He could feel Joe’s satisfaction simmer through the room like a wave and Steve could imagine the grin spread across his face as the word left his lips. It made Steve hot too, honestly, and he wasn’t going to try and pretend like it didn’t. He needed some attention--more attention than a bout of tickling.

When one of Joe’s hands started to explore him again and the other clasped his jaw more tightly, Steve felt a whine rise in his throat. He tried to spread his legs but failed, though he succeeded in getting some much-needed friction against his groin. 

“So needy,” Joe remarked. “You’re going to have to wait for that.” Suddenly his weight was gone from the bed and he said, “But don’t worry--I’ll make you feel so good in other ways. New ways.” Steve heard something lightly slap against skin, but not his own, and his body tightened; he felt something sleek and cool trail down the center of his torso, something that tickled him again but not enough to laugh. 

“Is that the--” Steve started to ask, but his words were cut off when the vaguely familiar tendrils ran over his groin.

“The whip,” Joe finished. He saw Steve swallow and brace himself for it, all his limbs rigid and his neck taut, mouth pressed into a line. He dragged the whip down Steve’s leg, back up, then down the other. “Relax--just breathe. I won’t start until you’re ready. But if we do start, you have to remember to breathe, okay?”

Steve nodded and let out the breath he’d been holding. They’d talked about all the possibilities before, but so many had disappeared in a flurry from his mind when he was actually tied up--the whip was something he’d been a little excited for, albeit a little scared, too. He’d never known pain could be pleasurable, not really, until Joe kept blabbing about all of his “experiences” and, each time he and Joe had fooled around, Steve had secretly--and then not so secretly--wished that Joe would really take charge and show him how pain could turn into something even more remarkable.

The whip was dragged over about as much as Joe could manage--Steve’s arms, shoulders, chest, stomach, hips, legs, all of him all over again and again as Steve gradually relaxed and his breathing calmed and slowed. “How’s it feel?” he asked as he paused to part his legs enough to expose his inner thighs, so soft and tender under his hands--great canvases. 

“It feels like…” Steve started, trying to think of the best way to describe it, slightly distracted by Joe’s fingers kneading his thighs. That alone felt more intense than it ever had before, like electric sparks were being sent from his fingertips. “Ticklish, almost like...butterfly kisses. But everywhere.” 

Joe smiled. “Think you’re ready for more?”

Steve nodded again. “Yes.”

Joe squeezed his thigh. “Yes..?”

Fuck. “Yes sir.” Steve felt the tails of the whip brush more intently over his thighs, swirling over his already-quivering skin, and took a deep breath. 

“That’s it,” Joe cooed from beyond the blindfold; Steve took another breath and waited, then let it go when he felt the whip snap against his thigh. He didn’t make a sound beyond that, just waited for the next snap of it and it came quick on the other thigh. 

“You’re keeping still,” Joe said, snapping the whip again. Steve kept quiet but his back arched, and Joe brought the whip up to his lower stomach and snapped it there, too. “Good. If you move, that’s okay, but I’ll follow you.” 

Steve managed to say, “Okay” and then the whip was all over him, from his chest down to his calves, and Joe had told the truth--whenever Steve moved, which wasn’t much beyond twisting around a couple inches and his legs twitching of their own accord, Joe’s whip followed him right along. He kept breathing, counting his breaths instead of the number of lashes he was getting, and the black in front of his eyes gradually became a deep shade of red. 

At the crack of the whip against his left hip, the pain suddenly shot through Steve’s body all at once. He wanted to howl, wanted to curse, but he bit his lip and whimpered instead; his breathing became ragged and he could feel tears soaking into the bandanna around his eyes as his entire body shook. It hurt, it hurt fucking bad, but he could feel he was at least still half-hard and the thought of “I want more” was stronger than the thought of “I want to stop.”

Joe raked the tails of the whip slowly down his leg. “Breathe, Steve,” he instructed, watching the rapid rise and fall of his flushed chest. “And be vocal if you need to. It’s okay.” 

Steve could only imagine how pink, maybe even red, his whole body must have been. It felt like all of his skin was on fire--each and every nerve was screaming and burning, and he wished he were sinking into an ice bath instead of the slightly scratchy bed sheets. When Joe’s hands soothingly gripped and ran up his legs, though, he forgot all about the bed beneath him--his focus was on the sensations, all of them.

The gentle whispers over his burning skin continued and Steve followed the lines in his mind; once his breathing was steady again, Joe cracked the whip against his flank and Steve actually yelped.

“Let it out,” Joe said. “Remember--it’s just us.”

That was true. For once, they had some privacy and, also for once, Joe wasn’t running his mouth over anyone else, not even Steve. Steve let it all go as Joe went on, managing to verbalize more than he moved in response to the lashes, until his heart was pounding in his ears and his throat and his nerves were shrieking inside him.

Joe smacked his thigh, hard enough for the slap to sound past Steve’s heartbeat. “You like that?” he asked, nearly in a growl. “You like being whipped?”

Steve guessed he did. He must have. As much as it hurt, he was reeling delightfully in the burning sensation and the stinging, the heat soaring through his muscles and even more so with Joe’s hands on him. “Yes,” he answered, quickly adding, “sir.”

“That’s good to hear,” Joe replied, gazing over Steve’s body. He was all flushed, all bright pink, but Joe hadn’t broken any skin--good. There would be marks eventually, maybe some bruises, but no blood, not ever. “You look so good like this, tied up and at my mercy.” Funny choice of words, Steve thought, because then Joe asked, “What do you want me to do to you?”

Steve almost frowned. “No more of that?”

Joe chuckled. “You want more? Normally, I wouldn’t object, but I’m getting dangerously close to breaking skin, and I won’t do that.” 

“Oh,” Steve said. He tried to think of what he wanted, but his mind was a blur. It was hard to focus with his body so on fire, but then he remembered what Joe was packing, what he’d have tastes of but never the whole thing. When he felt Joe’s hands on his hips, pressing so hard Steve figured he’d have handprints there, he squirmed a bit and said, “Will you...fuck me?”

Joe almost laughed. He’d kept Steve’s legs free with this very thing in mind, though he hadn’t expressed it beyond slight implication. They’d never gone all the way before and he’d hoped they’d be able to tonight, though he wasn’t sure how Steve would take everything--he had expected him to do well but, even still, he’d exceeded Joe’s expectations. He was hard in his pants, straining at the fly, and he’d forgotten about his erection until Steve broached the subject. Steve wasn’t really hard anymore, but Joe saw his dick twitch when he palmed his thighs again, right over the red marks. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Joe asked, kneeling between Steve’s legs and bending down, sinking his teeth into his inner thigh. Steve hissed and cursed under his breath; Joe waited another second for an answer but, upon not getting one, he smacked his thigh again. “Do you?”

Steve whimpered and spread his legs wider. “Yes, sir, I want you to fuck me.”

Joe smiled, then tapped Steve’s leg. “Time out.”

Steve lifted his head up, as if he was trying to look at Joe through the blindfold. “What?”

“You want this to be our, er, ‘first time?’” Joe asked. He needed to be sure--some bruises might be more easily forgiven (or forgotten) than actual sex. “While you’re tied up?”

“Yeah.” Steve boldly and blindly hooked his calf around Joe’s waist. “I’ve wanted to...for a while. Thought about it a lot. Not exactly like this but…” He trailed off, nervously waiting for Joe’s response. What if he didn’t want to have sex at all? Did he ruin the whole experience as it had just gotten started?

Apparently not--Joe growled from low in his throat and Steve felt warm lips on his thigh, kissing one and then the other, oh-so conveniently missing his junk. He opened his mouth to politely ask for more but Joe beat him to it--a big, sturdy hand wrapped around his cock and started to stroke it back to life. 

“I’ll have to give you some more attention then,” Joe purred, satisfied in seeing Steve squirm and arch into his touch. He ran his thumb down the seam of Steve’s balls as he stroked his cock, feeling the weight get denser and firmer in his hand. “Is that what you needed all along, Steve? Some attention?” 

Steve bucked once into Joe’s hand--he was so close to coming already, just from those few strokes, the build-up of anticipation, need and being stimulated over his whole body too much to hold back. “Yeah,” he breathed, making his hands into fists as he pulled against the restraints. 

“Who do you need attention from?” Joe asked, using one hand to undo the fly of his own pants. 

Just a couple more twists of Joe’s hand and Steve knew he would blow; he bucked again, heart frantic, sweat breaking out along his hairline: “You.”

Joe opened the flays of his pants and rubbed his cock through his underwear, fully hard and leaking with that single word from Steve. “Is that right?” he asked, leaning forward and dribbling saliva onto the head of Steve’s cock, stroking it down over his shaft; he was going faster, getting more turned on by Steve’s whining and fast breaths, and the brush of pubic hair against his fist as he kept bucking his hips.

“Joe--sir--” Steve sputtered, barely able to catch his breath enough to speak. “I’m gonna--please--”

“Yeah?” Joe worked Steve faster, one hand up and down, twisting, the other caressing his balls. He could feel the heat and the weight, the fluid inside so close to breaking up and through but, when Steve moaned his name again and panted, whining from high in his throat, Joe abruptly took his hands away. 

“Fuck!” Steve screeched as Joe’s hands disappeared from his cock and came down to smack both his thighs, so hard he could nearly see stars behind the blindfold. 

Joe dug his fingers into his thighs and pushed them forward, sinking himself right between them and leaning forward: “You don’t come until I fuck you--got it?”

Then fuck me! Steve wanted to shout, mind seething with frustration, body overpowered by heat, but he tried to breathe and ignore the aching pain in his groin--he would get what he asked for, no doubt, and now he was a little nervous about what that entailed. “Okay.”

Joe shoved two fingers into Steve’s mouth: “Yes or no--do you understand?”

Through the obstruction, Steve answered, “Yes, sir.”

Joe kept his fingers there, stroking over Steve’s tongue and sliding them as far into his throat as his gag reflex would allow; before Steve could blink, Joe’s hand was between his legs and he was being touched in a way no other had touched him before. It felt weird more so than painful, and he forced himself not to close his legs, keeping quiet as he felt Joe’s knuckles against his cheeks and the prodding feeling inside himself. 

Joe was being surprisingly quiet as he prepped him, and Steve felt self-conscious at the thought of Joe doing nothing but silently examining--judging?--his body, not only the appearance but the feeling of it. But he must have liked it, right? He didn’t stop working one finger, then two, inside of him and lazily petting Steve’s hip as he did so, nothing but both of their gentle yet deep breaths to fill the silence. 

It still didn’t hurt all that badly but Steve knew that feeling was temporary. He swallowed when he heard Joe’s pants drop, the sound of metal clinking raising a minor alarm in his head but, nevertheless, he wanted it. Tied up or not, Steve wanted it, and he couldn’t put it off for himself any longer, but he needed one thing first.

“Joe?” he asked meekly. “Er--sir…”

Joe smiled to himself, still slowly working his fingers inside of Steve, feeling him get gradually more and more ready. “Yes?”

“When we do it, can you take the blindfold off?”

The smile on Joe’s face grew--the knowledge of being desired made the heat palpable between the two of them, and he would happily oblige to Steve’s request. He hadn’t been someone’s first time in a long time and he was endlessly impressed with how well Steve took to letting go and embracing something completely new and, honestly, kind of scary.

“If you’d like,” Joe answered. He slid his fingers in deeper and nudged against the spot he’d held back from, his own cock twitching in his underwear as Steve writhed and gasped. “Oh, there it is. How’s that feel?”

“Fu--fucking amazing,” Steve uttered. His wrists jolted out and then back, banging against the headboard. “Joe, I can’t--I’ll--”

Joe brushed over his prostate again, more delicately, then slowly withdrew his fingers. “It’s okay. Just remember,” he said, crawling up over Steve’s body, kissing the flushed skin and red marks along the way. “You may be tied up, but this is about what you want. You want the blindfold off now?”

Steve nodded and tried to wrap one leg around Joe. 

“What about that other thing we talked about?” Joe asked, glancing at the dresser.

Still, Steve couldn’t think all that clearly about the other things they’d discussed. “I don’t remember.”

Joe placed his palms on Steve’s chest and ran his thumbs over his nipples. “The clamps.”

Another alarm went off in Steve’s mind but Joe’s soothing and stimulating touches across his chest also made him intrigued. It would probably hurt like the whip did, but it might feel really good, too. Only one way to find out.

“I want to try,” Steve said, his breath hitching while Joe played with his nipples again, then started kissing his collarbone. 

Joe kissed his way up Steve’s neck, to his mouth: “I’ll take the blindfold off after I put them on. I want you to really feel it.” He maneuvered off the bed and grabbed the clamps, the chain rattling quietly in his hands, then returned between Steve’s legs. “I think you’ll love these. You’re so responsive to everything,” he said, lying the chain across Steve’s abdomen to tease his nipples with his fingers again.

Steve held his breath as one clamp was tightened around his nipple, then the other; he exhaled slowly through the pain, slighter and duller than he’d expected, only twitching when Joe tugged on the chain gently. “You alright?” Joe asked.

Arrows of white-hot pleasure were shot from Steve’s chest down to his groin, exacerbated by the leftover stings all over his body from the whip. He felt overwhelmed but in a deliriously delicious way. He wanted more. He wanted all of it.

“Give it to me hard,” Steve said, bringing more gusto to his voice with the newfound strength of, who would have guessed, nipple clamps. “That’s what I want. I’ve thought about it so much, Joe--”

Joe clamped a hand over Steve’s mouth; he reached over with the other for the lube. “I’ll ride you until you’re screaming,” he declared, and the statement urged Steve to spread his legs wider and try to reach for Joe despite not being able to. “If that’s what you want.”

With Joe tearing off his shirt and pulling down his pants, Steve letting out quiet, hasty whines and fidgeting nonstop, Joe’s cock shiny and slick, and one of his hands keeping Steve’s leg pushed back, it began. Joe slowly started to push in, biting back his own moan as Steve’s plush heat raptured him, hooking both his legs in his elbows once enough of him was inside to free his hands. Steve was whimpering louder, head turned to the side, hands in fists again; Joe was nearing the hilt, starting to loosen a groan, when Steve whimpered his name.

“What is it?” Joe asked, a little grateful for the minor distraction. He couldn’t come so soon.

“The blindfold,” Steve reminded him, turning his head to blindly face Joe. “Please?” 

“Oh.” Joe pushed in the last half inch and groaned softly, his hair hanging in front of his face as his shoulders dropped and his body relaxed against and into Steve. He bent over, hooking Steve’s legs around his hips, and untied the bandanna.

Steve blinked--it took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light again, the bare-all golden white in the room like the rising sun itself, but Joe was even more glorious. His eyes were a new shade of emerald, so clear and bright that they really did sparkle, and his blonde hair looked like a halo, at least then. But Joe was far from being an angel--the look on his face was all sin, and Steve wanted so badly to pull him down and kiss it off him. 

Joe was definitely not an angel--he leaned back and grabbed the chain across Steve’s chest, pulling on it as he started to rut his hips forward, as if he could push in any further; Steve squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. It was dull but deep, like two talons digging into his chest, and he couldn’t stifle his gasp. 

“Focus on me,” Joe commanded, leaning back down but keeping the chain taut. “If you focus on the pain, you’ll lose it. Focus on me inside you, giving you exactly what you want, and let everything else flow through you.”

Tears broke past his lashes as Steve turned his head to the side, eyes still shut but managing a nod. He tried, he really tried to bring his attention to nothing but Joe gently thrusting in, fully aware that he was being given the time he needed to adjust. But it was too much sensation and too little freedom, even if he was the one calling the shots. 

He turned to look at Joe, feeling a tear stream down his temple: “Untie me?” 

Joe loosened his hold on the chain and stopped moving entirely: “Say the safeword if you--”

Now Steve was getting frantic. “No!” he yelped, arching his back impatiently and yanking his wrists as far forward as he could. “I want to--I can’t--” 

“Alright, don’t you worry,” Joe said softly. He followed Steve’s request and once those skinny arms were free, he was swaddled by them. Steve wrapped his arms around his shoulders and pulled him down, one hand fisting through his hair, the other grabbing the back of his neck, and then Steve’s lips were on Joe’s in a hungry fury.

The synchronicity was in full swing--their mouths ravaged one another’s with the same desire, and Steve had no doubt that Joe had wanted it all along too; Joe’s thrusts became harder and Steve absorbed each of them, with Joe’s lower abdomen continuously rubbing all along his cock; his nails raked down Joe’s spine as the nipple clamps were tugged again but, as they moved, the sensations all melted into one, and Steve didn’t think he’d ever feel anything better. He bit down on Joe’s earlobe and expelled ragged breaths into his ear; Joe growled in response, tilting his head back, letting Steve’s mouth descend from his ear to the side of his neck, scraping his teeth down the length to his shoulder to bite. 

Joe was surprised. Sometimes Steve seemed so delicate, and that was one of the things he liked about him so much, including when they’d fooled around before; but animalistic and raw Steve was hot too, even impressive. It gave Joe an ego boost, like his dick was that good and he was that good that Steve clearly couldn’t enough of him. He wanted to hold off for as long as he could but Steve’s body heat--inside and out--was bringing all the blood to his cock and the need to come like a torrent of fire.

The pain flowed through everywhere, but more pleasure than pain, or maybe more pleasure because of the pain. Yes, Joe’s cock burned and Steve’s nipples stung as they were tugged on and the chain rattled, muffled, between the two of them; his skin burned with Joe’s body pressed against his and he could feel bruises and stinging marks forming on his hips and chest already, and Steve thought what was happening in that bed was far more exhilarating than any fantasy he’d ever had. All of Joe’s regaling of his sexual escapades, his teasing, their hasty hook-ups were only vague tastes of the real thing, which was fucking like two men who thought the world was going to end. 

Joe’s left hand pulled tighter on the chain; his right fumbled between their torsos to grab Steve’s cock, it seemed to be perpetually weeping onto his abdomen. Steve needed attention, all of his attention, and Joe was more than willing to give it to him--the feel of that hard, hot cock in his hand was like no other, the blood pumping through the veins just for him, the beads of precum running over his fingers just for him, and Steve desperately grinding into him as he moaned Joe’s name was all for him. 

“Come on, Steve,” Joe huffed. Sweat dripped from his nose onto Steve’s chin; he tossed his head back to get damp hair out of his face, but Steve reached up to tug on what he could grab and bring Joe’s mouth to his. While Steve would have memories imprinted all over his body, Joe would have the sting of teeth breaking the thin skin of his lips and scraping over his tongue for days to come. He could taste iron and both of their sweat, and he inhaled Steve’s increasingly whiny moans and interrupted pleas, thrusting harder and faster, pulling on the nipple clamps as Steve pulled Joe’s hair in response. 

Steve was biting more than he was kissing as he finally came, spilling over Joe’s knuckles and shooting between them, the would-be splatter diminished over both of their abdomens. Joe wanted to look down and see it, see everything that Steve had given him BECAUSE of him, but his body was screaming at him to keep going and finish, to fill Steve up and to empty himself of everything he wished he’d given him sooner. 

Steve’s breathy whines as he came down and the loosening of his arms around Joe’s neck spurred him on. “How is this your first time?” Joe gruffed out, burying his face against Steve’s neck as he said the words. “You take it so well--like--fuck--” His own groan cut him off. He sank his teeth into Steve’s skin and held them there, sucking, prodding with his tongue; Steve’s fingers tangled in the sweaty hair at the base of his neck. He held Joe tighter, splayed one leg out further and clamped the other around Joe’s thighs, closing his eyes against the ongoing thrusts that kept residual pleasure radiating through his cock, through his insides, up his spine. 

When Joe came, it was an eruption. He growled and grumbled beneath Steve’s ear, bit his neck to bruises before he lifted himself up enough to ravage Steve’s mouth again; the heat that filled Steve’s body was like nothing he’d ever felt, all-consuming and feeling almost endless, with Joe’s stuttering hips still pushing against his thighs, and the sweat combined between the two of them making their last lingering movements easy and slick despite both their panting and whining.

It took Steve a moment to even notice that Joe had released his hold on the nipple clamps. Every nerve was singing so loud it was hard to tell which was which and what was going on; it wasn’t until Joe’s fingers gently danced over his chest that he looked down and saw the chain had gone limp, then Joe’s fingers carefully worked to unclamp and put the chain aside, then brush his fingertips over his nipples. 

“You took everything so well,” he cooed, and the soft, low tone made Steve smile shyly. “You really did. Better than I expected, Steve. You didn’t even say your safeword.” He pressed a kiss to Steve’s lips, then gently rolled over and off, keeping one arm thrown over his waist, eyes glowing at Steve as though he really was impressed--it made Steve blush. “How do you feel?”

Cheeks flushed maybe more than the rest of him, Steve couldn’t help but turn away. “Sore. Strange,” he admitted softly. “But I’m glad.” 

Joe reached up and turned Steve to look into his eyes. “It’s so flattering to know that you wanted my attention so badly,” he said, stroking his cheek with his fingers and his bottom lip with his thumb.

It was true. As much as it pained Steve to admit it, sometimes all he wanted was for Joe to look at him a certain way, or touch him or, on those special occasions, kiss him and whisper dirty things in his ear. He wiggled his way over to Joe, cuddling right up against him, and asked against his chest, “Do you ever want my attention?”

Joe laughed and pet his hair. “Yes, of course. Don’t you ever see how much I try to impress you?”

Steve blushed even more. “You’re only joking, aren’t you?”

“I’m serious. It can be tough, you know, trying to win your attention,” Joe said. He charmed Steve even more when he added, “And your affection.”

“Oh, please,” Steve murmured. It was impossible not to notice Joe. Nonetheless, the affirmation was just what he needed. Cuts and bruises, sweat and cum; it was just him and Joe. He felt cared for in his arms, so comfortably swaddled in warmth and muscle and that familiar scent. 

Joe’s low, rumbling voice interrupted Steve almost dozing off: “Think I can carry you to the bath?”

Steve chuckled. “I dunno. Can you?” 

“We should clean up,” Joe said, starting to inch away; Steve reached out and grabbed one of his hands. “I’ll carry you. Or, try. I’m not gonna make you walk even a foot after all that.”

Steve couldn’t even try to dispute that, because Joe was dragging him across the bed and into his arms, wobbling a little as he scooped him up. Maybe it was a weird rush of leftover sexually-charged adrenaline, or maybe Joe really was that strong, or maybe Steve was really that light, but whatever the case, he felt like a literal god was carrying him. 

They both managed to squeeze into the tub, with the water full of oil and soap and gentle but lush fragrances; the air was cool but the water was warm, soothing over Steve’s tormented skin, and he leaned back against Joe and let those big hands gently fondle and massage him. Yes, without a doubt, some attention was nice. 

[anarchist-billy]

hi sweet pal! yeah I'm super new to the fandom so I've just been recced a bunch of 'classic' fics if you get my drift so they're pretty much all bottom steve, ain't nothing with that but bottom billy is just so delicious to me! you mentioned a fic rec list? yes please thank youuuu!!!

Hello, darling! First of all - WELCOME to the Harringrove fandom! I’m so excited you’re here to add to this incredible group of people in this wonderful, wild fandom of ours! 🖤

I’ll admit, I am not as well-read as some other folks around these parts, but I am the absolute madman that decided to head up the Harringrove Library project, so I do have access to a lengthy list of fics. Huge shoutout to all my cohorts who have been logging away with me for the last…Jesus….Six months? Yikes. We’ll get the blog live eventually, I promise!

Anyway…suffice all that to say, this is by no means an extensive list, merely a little smorgasbord of fics I could find that have been labeled as Bottom!Billy.

Ride the Lightning by @womenseemwicked - 11k

Billy takes Steve to a concert in Indianapolis. Steve does his damn best to fit in. His best is still preppy as shit.

you should find your way home (i’ll be at your front door) by @lucybrown45 - 10k

Billy’s California is not what Steve expects, but it’s good. It’s what he needs. For once he feels like he’s in the right place at the right time.

so this one I read some time ago, and I’m like 93% sure it’s just bottom!Billy, but don’t hold me to it if it ends up being verse. Either way, it’s such a good fic and definitely worth a read imho.

One Wild Night by KittyleFay - 8k

Upon discovering that Steve likes boys, Billy offers to take him to a gay bar on the edge of town to get him laid. There’s one problem: Billy keeps cock-blocking Steve.

It’s Not a One Way Street by im_your_hope - 6k

Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can’t see.

(“Get warm, you fucker,” he whispers aggressively in Billy’s ear.)

This one features one of my favorite tropes - cuddling for warmth. ;)

We’re a Thousand Miles from Comfort (But There’s No Place I’d Rather Be) by HobbitSpaceCase - 5k

Insomnia and too many bad memories send Steve out looking for something to take his mind off his lonely life. What he finds is Billy Hargrove, a mysterious substance in the woods, and the fulfillment of his most deeply buried fantasies.

A Man After Midnight by moonflowers - 4k

When Steve first spotted him, Macho Man was, somewhat ironically, blasting out over the speakers. The dress was electric blue, and probably a little more eighties than seventies, but Steve wasn’t about to nitpick.

Honey Whiskey by quinnvicious - 4k

When they get to a point where they can just barely hear the thumping of the music over the chirping crickets, Billy’s serious expression cracks and he bursts out laughing like a drunken, deranged hyena. Steve can’t help but join in, and then they’re both giggling and stumbling around the forest like idiots. Steve bumps into him to snatch the bottle of whiskey from his fist and takes a burning swallow. It warms his blood too much in the balm of the edge-of-summer night and he drags the back of a hand over his mouth with a ragged sound before passing it back. Billy snickers at his expense and fishes a cigarette out of his pack.

Up Is Down and Down Is Up by dragonspell - 4k

A few short weeks ago, Steve would never have guessed in a million years that he would find himself here, watching Billy Hargrove fight back the urge to come just because Steve’s inside him. The thought would have been ludicrous; the idea of Billy in Steve’s bed absurd. And yet here they are, Billy pretending that he’s on a date with some girl while parking a few blocks down from Steve’s house. When Steve’s parents are home, he sneaks in through the window, but tonight, he’d used the front door.

(Or, a flimsy excuse to write Harringrove porn)

You love this, you need it. by Anonymous - 4k

Billy and Steve have a little dom and sub relationship. It helps billy when he needs to let go.

Plastic Bruises by spaceagelovesong - 3.5k

“slap bracelets,” billy repeats. “sounds like some kinky shit to me—“ he breaks off into another laugh.

steve practically glows. he loves seeing billy laugh. it’s scary, but, like, in a sexy way.

“you want me to get kinky,” steve says, in his best billy voice. “we can get kinky.”

Whoever logged this for the library put in the notes “If anyone has a snap bracelet fetish, do I have the fic for you…” lol

Lucky You by retoxification - 3.5k

All that Billy really wants in life is his hot boyfriend to fuck him until he can’t think.

That’s it, that’s the plot.

Fresh Blood by @sightetsound - 3k

Never had a lap-dance before,” Steve replied impishly.

The intensity of Billy’s stare wiped Steve’s grin clean off his face.

“You want a lap-dance so bad, I’ll give you one.

Anniversary by spaceagelovesong - 2k

billy hargrove knows how to fuck, but steve harrington knows how to make love.

it’s been about a year, but neither of them are counting. after all, every night together is a celebration.

we love making (whispers) by pally (palliris) - 2k

Steve loves breaking Billy apart; loves being torn apart, himself.

Sore by @womenseemwicked - 1.5k

Sometimes Billy works out too hard and can hardly move the next day. Lucky he has Steve to take care of him then.

And now…Not sure if A/B/O is your thing, but I figured I’d include two fics that are Omega!Billy, just in case. ;) I love both of these fics a lot and they’re hot as heck.

Heatstroke by HobbitSpaceCase - 8k

Billy is out of suppressants and going into Heat. Steve finds him. It’s too bad Billy can’t have this every time.

Don’t Belong To Anyone (Else) by @sparkleeye - 30k

Billy is a stubborn idiot and goes to school during his heat.

Honorable Mention: Those American Thighs by tracy7307 - 1.5k

He placed his hands on the tops of Billy’s golden thighs – spread his fingers apart and rubbed from his knees up, up, until his fingertips dipped under the legs of Billy’s shorts. The hair rasped under his hands. His thighs were still a bit slick from that suntan oil that Billy loved to use and from the sweat of working outdoors on a summer day.

This one isn’t Bottom!Billy per se, as it’s intercrural, but it’s Billy’s thighs that are being fucked and gosh golly it is HOT. I’m kinda obsessed with it. So it gets a shoutout here.

I also found a couple Tumblr drabbles buried in my reblogs for you:

Prompt fill by @trashmouse

Prompt fill by thebeautyinchains

And here’s a post/drabble I forgot I wrote about some first time Bottom!Billy. ;)

Finally, I will leave you with this art piece I found in my hunt by @delphineygt. I think most of the Sexy fanart has been banished from tungl dot com at this point, but this gem survived and I’m so happy about it so I wanted to share.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got to offer for now. Happy reading, friend! 🤗

[malecftw]

Being Billy’s twin and him being protective when Steve flirts with you

A/N: I’m so disappointed. For some reason, I felt so much pressure today to write and while I’m semi-happy with it, this one gives me a weird vibe idk :/ Also had no energy left to proofread soz. still hope you like it though

Word count: 1.940

Warnings: cursing

Masterlist.

Requests are open!

‘Y/N we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry the fuck up!’ ‘Language Billy!’ I scramble around trying to pick up all the books I need for today as I hear the exchange between my twin brother and stepmom. He never could stand the woman but figured it’d be better to stay quiet for both of our sakes. Actually, more for my sake since I had to pay for his behavior a lot of the times, being the middle ground between Billy and the rest of the family I always got to hear everyone’s opinion about the other, whether I asked for it or not. I zipped up my leather boots and made my way downstairs, the stairs creaking under my weight. 

My stepmom had her back towards me as she lectured Billy. I didn’t even try to hide my middle finger as it went up in the air behind her. Billy noticed this and started laughing, causing me to glare at him for almost ratting me out when she turned towards me and I acted like I was looking at my nails. She gave me a sickening smile and sighed. ‘Gosh, thank goodness for you y/n. Try to teach your brother some manners will you.’ ‘Isn’t that your job Susan?’ I shot back, I may be the middle ground but he’s my blood and she was an idiot to think I’d choose her over him.

Her smile turned into a frown and she opened her mouth to defend herself, but I didn’t let her. I walked passed her and grabbed Billy by the collar of his leather jacket. ‘Come on, we’re gonna be late. I’m sure Susan has time to drive Max if she has time to lecture a 17-year-old about his language.’ At that Billy just died and followed me out the door towards his car. ‘You are a work of art you know that lil’ sis?’ He said smiling as he got behind the wheel. ‘Are you feeling okay Billy? What’s with the lack of daily commentary about my clothing choice or my face?’ He smirked and turned his head towards me. ‘Oh come on y/n, I’m your big brother. I’m supposed to give you a hard time, that doesn’t mean I don’t have your back. You’re my sis, my actual sis. Plus, you’ve actually done well today. We have a reputation to uphold in this place now that I’ve made it clear to Harrington who’s boss.’ I rolled my eyes, his macho behavior cringing me out. ‘Thank you God Almighty for your approval of my outfit.’ He laughed and nodded his head to the rock music on the radio. ‘You’re on fire today.’

With Billy’s speeding, it didn’t take long for us to arrive at school, everyone eyeing the car that had already claimed the closest parking spot after a month of parking there. Everyone already knew the car and who it belonged to. Max and I kept more of a low profile though, neither of us interested in the act Billy wanted to keep up. But I’d be lying if I’d say it didn’t seem like an interesting prospect, being seen as the new bad girl at school. I was over petty high school drama and the bitching that came with it.

‘See you at 4. Try to stay out of trouble.’ I shouted, not looking back at Billy. Looking around with confidence, I make my way to my locker, holding my books close to my chest. A couple of guys eye me up and down whilst leaning against their lockers and it makes me want to vomit. Men are pigs.

I approach my locker and see a guy leaning against it, I’d seen him around the school but never paid much attention. Until now. His hair had a prince charming vibe to it and he looked like he was waiting for someone. I decided against the confrontation and walked passed him towards class when I heard his foot kick himself off of the locker, catching up to me quickly. ‘Hey wait up.’ I continued walking, deciding whether or not I should just smack him with one of my textbooks.

He ran ‘till he was in front of me, chest heaving from physical strain. ‘What do you want.’ It wasn’t even really a question, I just had no idea what else to say. He put his hands up in defense. ‘Woah princess, just wanted to make some conversation.’ I rolled my eyes at the pet name, who did he think he was. ‘Don’t call me that.’ He nodded, grinning cause, of course, he was gonna keep calling me that if it got a reaction out of me. ‘Look, I’ve just been seeing you around and I figured I’d ask how you like your new school. ‘Why? Are you the school mascotte?’ His mouth fell open and he looked rather impressed. ‘No... Call it human empathy and my incredibly caring nature.’ I scoffed and continued walking, bumping into his shoulder.

He swiftly turned around and started walking beside me. ‘Don’t you have class to get to?’ I asked, annoyed as hell that he was still trying with me. ‘Where do you think I’m going. Calculus first period.’ I groaned audibly and he laughed. ‘You really don’t like me do you?’ Looking up at him, he looked sincere; Not hurt, not upset, just curious and a little intrigued. ‘It’s not that, I just... I don’t care for fooling around. I’m not interested in teenage behavior. What would make you so different from all the other guys here?’ I told him genuinely. I didn’t mean him any harm, I just couldn’t see how he’d interest me in the slightest.  We got to the classroom and right before I entered, he put his arm in front of me, blocking the way for me to get in. ‘Don’t you want to find out?’ He said smirking before removing his hand and walking in, leaving me standing there baffled at his never-wavering confidence.

I sat by myself at one of the tables in the cafeteria, minding my own business waiting for my friends to show up when a figure plopped down on the seat next to me. Judging by the waft of cologne making its way into my nostrils I didn’t have to think twice about who had decided to join me. ‘Do you really have nothing better to do than stalk me?’ I asked, not bothering to look up from my lunch box. He laughed and scooted closer to me. ‘As a matter of fact, I don’t. You see, there’s this girl right. A total stone cold bitch. I’m trying really hard to get to know her, but she could pretty much have any guy or girl in Hawkins. So tell me, what should I do to get her attention?’ He eyed me carefully as I smirked, not sure if that was a good or a bad sign. You take her out to lunch, you show her who’s boss. And if you really are as special as you think, she’ll let you know. Or not.’ All of a sudden, his eyes were on his food, toying with the apple in front of him. My place, tonight, 8 pm. I’ll pick you up,’ He states while he picks up his food winks at me before walking away.

Soon enough the day passed by and before I knew it, it was 8 pm. I decided to keep my old outfit on, not wanting to look like I put in any effort even though I did put on some makeup. I could hear the roaring of a vehicle through my opened bedroom window and looked outside. There he was in all his glory, looking like a king. I closed my window and smiled. Maybe he wasn’t all that bad. He seemed like a good guy.

My feet took me downstairs, a couple of books in hand as I announced my departure to my family. ‘Hey, I’m going to go study at Stacy’s okay?’ My dad immediately spoke up. ‘At 8 pm?’ ‘Everyone looked at me while I easily came up with a lie. ‘Yeah, she had band practice ‘till 7 and she still had to have dinner.’ My parents and Max seemed to buy it, but not Billy. He kept a close eye on me as I put on my coat. I looked back before closing the door behind me, noticing his glare, I look down, buckling under the pressure of his intense stare.

But all of that faded into nothingness when Steve’s car came into my view. I giggled to myself as I walked towards him. I placed hands on his open-windowed door and he looked at me, spitting his gum out before talking. ‘Hop in princess.’ I grabbed his chin teasingly. ‘Call me that one more time and so help me god-’ ‘WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!’ Billy’s furious voice shouted into the night air, briskly walking towards me as he never took his eyes off of my date. 

‘Billy come on.’ I said whining, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. ‘Don’t talk.’ He commanded and Steve got out of the car, looking done with the whole situation. ‘Come on man, let her go.’ ‘Don’t tell me what to do with my baby sister, Harrington.’ I rolled my eyes but I quickly picked up on what he said last. ‘First off, we’re the same age dickhead. Second of all, you’re Harrington?’ Steve looked at me sheepishly and nodded. ‘Look for what it’s worth dude I had no idea she was your sister.’ ‘Well now you know. Now get the fuck away from her.’ Billy said as he kicked a front tire of Steve’s car. ‘I’ll do what I want. And the only reason for me to stay away from her is if she wants that.’ This only made Billy more furious and I pulled my arm out of his grasp before going to stand between the two angry teenagers. ‘Both of you need to calm down and chill the fuck out.’ I shout, both of my hands pushing against the two boys’ chests.

‘Billy please get inside while I talk to Steve. We don’t want dad or that evil stepmonster coming outside now do we. This made him rethink his next move and he obliged grumbling something between his teeth. ‘You better watch out Harrington. I’m keeping a close eye on you and you so much as hurt a hair on her head and you’ll have to answer to me.’ Steve shook his head, wondering what he got himself into. ‘I don’t plan on it.’

As Billy makes his way back to the house, still a bit heated from having to give up his position of power I look at Steve. ‘Rain check?’ He asks knowingly. I just nod and take a step towards him. Even if I didn’t really know the guy, I felt bad. Billy had some serious issues and he was just very protective of me but Steve did not deserve any of it. 

Y/n took Steve by surprise as she wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging her tiny frame into his tall one. He hesitantly mimicked the gesture and she could feel it. ‘Please don’t treat me differently now that you know he’s my brother. I won’t let him hurt you.’ He sighs worriedly, ‘It’s not me I’m worried about y/n.’ I nuzzled my face into his tummy, taking in his smell as we stood there for a couple of minutes.

Maybe Steve Harrington wasn’t as bad after all.

[fatandnerdy30]

Little Orphan Spider 8

The night called to the teen, and he was going to answer it. Running to his window, he slipped his slippers off. "Hey, Ms. Friday?" The teen whispered Can you please unlock the windows? It's time for a little 'teenage rebellion'," Peter said with a smirk.

"Of course, Peter," Friday whispered back, making the boy laugh a little. "Thanks, Ms. Friday. I'll let you know when I'm back, okay?" He didn't wait for an answer and crawled up to the opening and slipped out, freezing. "Holy shit this is high," he whispered, terrified. "It's okay, it's okay, just gotta get to my suit, then I can web my way outta here...." He stared at the city streets, the cars seeming like they were miles below him, the car horns not even sounding from where he stood. The lights around him left the boy vulnerable to the guards and the cameras, so he had to be quick. So, taking a deep breath, he began his descent. Slowly he began to crawl down the glass, feeling his microscopic hairs sticking as he made his way. He was angry that he couldn't even bring his web shooters. "Why didn't I take the elevator?" he asked himself, shimmying into a shadowed corner to catch his breath. He was halfway there.Just a little more...he made the mistake of looking down and, even though now the cars were closer, they were still pretty far. "Why does he have to have such bad taste?" He made his way down, finding the vent that led to the bathroom. "Ms. Friday, it's just Peter," he whispered as he loosened the vent, waiting for an alarm, but none came. "Thank you," he sighed. "You're welcome Peter. But, I must say I had emergency services numbers on standby. If you do that again, I will have to let Boss know." "I know, but that won't happen again, okay?" He shimmied inside the vent and reached in, feeling his suit and he grabbed it with a sigh. It was still there. "I'll see you later, Ms. Friday." He shoved his Uncle's pajama's into the vent after folding them. The boy put his web shooters on his wrists and sighed at the familiar feeling. Now he was ready to do what a spidey does. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Spider-Man is on patrol," Natasha said from the doorway of the living room. Instantly the team got to their feet. "How do you want to go about this?" Clint asked, grabbing an arrow. "One on one, or as a team?" Tony frowned. "No, not as a team. Fury doesn't want him dead. He just wants him on the team. I don't care about his identity right now, no matter what Fury says. I just want him on the damn team. I've seen the things that guy can do." Clint raised his hand at this point, getting everyone's attention. "I heard his voice, and I think you're wrong about his age, Tony," the archer said, brows furrowed. Steve looked up and nodded. "I have to agree with Clint. That night you sent me out to find him, he was crying, and when he spoke, his voice sounded young...like, teenager young." Tony's face went white and he brought his hand up. Now he felt like shit for hitting the guy-no kid- with his blasters. "Okay, so at least we think we know his age, approximately, maybe. We can work with that, but for know, try and talk him into at least joining us on missions. Got it?" The team nodded then looked at one another. "Who's going?" they asked, almost in unison. "I'll go," Bruce said suddenly from the doorway. Tony shook his head. "No, we just said we can't kill this kid. We need him alive, and you're not the best when it comes to that when you get angry." "Then I'll go with him," Natasha got up, slipping a knife into a pocket. "I'll keep him calm, and besides, he's the best talker out of all of us." Bruce nodded with a smile. "No Hulking out, promise. I just want to meet the kid is all." "Okay, but the rest of us will be on stand-by. Let's go." Tony tapped his chest, the nano-bots building the suit on him as he walked, covering him like a second skin, his face being covered last before he took off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Martin Li sat in his office doing the last of his paperwork, when hw could have sworn he'd heard a voice whispering. Furrowing his brows, he sat up and looked around, even moving the curtains. No on was in the room with him. "Martin Li...." The voice was back! Suddenly, his head started splitting and he cried out. Not again! He whimpered from the pain, searching his desk for the pain pills his doctor had given him. He found them and opened the bottle when he felt a sudden jolt come from his legs. Looking down, the group home caretaker saw his pant legs suddenly going an odd white color, and a strange sensation, like sparks running up his legs came from his feet, then traveled up his legs and to the rest of his body. He groaned and noticed his hands were changing a dark, inky black and watched with a scared face as the color crept closer and closer to his face. The man tried to scream, but suddenly, he was in a world of black, falling unconscious. Mr. Martin Li was gone for now. In his office sat a man who looked like a photo negative, a smirk on his face. Now he could get some things done. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter was in the middle of stopping a mugging, when suddenly his senses went haywire and he looked around. What was that? He shot his webbing at the mugger, and delivered the bag back to the woman who sat on the curb watching him with wide eyes. "Th-thank you!" she said, smiling. She was cute. "You're welcome, Ma'am!" Peter said, in a deep voice, saluting her, copying Captain America. "Just keeping the streets safe. Take care!" He shot a web and was out of the area in seconds, looking back to see the woman give the mugger a kick before the police showed up. "That was harsh," he winced. "What was with that voice?" Ned's voice came from his ear, his snickering in the background. "What!? I have to make it seem like I'm older, or else the public isn't gonna take me seriously. Stop laughing!" Peter fumed, his voice breaking a few times. "I'm sorry, it's just you sounded like one of those macho G.I.John cartoons." "Ha-ha. Hey, my senses went crazy before, as if my life were in danger, but there wasn't anything around. Anything on the scanners?" Peter shot another web off, disconnecting with a flip to attach to another building. "Nothing...wait, there is. It's another drug bust, but...oh shit, those weapons are back, Peter." Peter felt his stomach drop. The last time he'd seen those weapons, people died. "Okay. I'll go and check it out. Hack a camera and tell me what's going on." "Got it. The drug bust is going down on one-hundred-fiftieth and eighty-fifth street. Be careful, Spider." "Thanks, chair guy. I'll let you know when I get there." Peter was silent after that, listening for the sound of sirens. There were a lot tonight, but there was one going in the direction he was going. He aimed to go the way they were, following the police until a flash of red caught his attention and he balked as Ms. Romanoff sped up to stay under him, Mr. Barton riding behind her, his arrows trained on him. "Oh come on! Not this again! I'm the good guy!" He changed his trajectory, but it did no good when his senses went crazy again and he winced when a high pitched sound rang and messed him up enough for the archer to hit his webbing with an arrow and Peter went tumbling through the air, landing on the ground and rolling to a stop. "Unggh....Gonna feel that in the morning," the teen groaned, holding his side and his head. "Spider-Man?" Peter's head shot up and he found himself staring directly at Dr. Banner, who smiled and waved a little. "Hi, Spider-Man...my name's Bruce. I was sent here to talk to you." Another police car passed, making all four people watch it. "We ain't got time fuh that," the teen said in a deep Brooklyn accent. "We got weapons, bad ones, up on eighty-fifth street. Dat's whea I was headin' before you clowns knocked me outta da sky." Peter stood, wincing when he put his full weight on his leg, his senses still ringing. "If you ain't got nuttin' betta ta do,  then leave me to mah work." He lifted an arm, when suddenly a knife was pressed to his back. Looking back, he saw Ms. Romanoff holding it there, a deadly look on her face. "We were sent here to ask you to join the avengers. If you don't want to, we'll have to force you." "Tony didn't say that!" Bruce argued, and the woman shrugged. "I'm improvising. So, you gonna join us? Stark doesn't care about your identity, as long as we know you're on our side." Peter sighed. "I've always been on your side. I beat da bad guys, don't I?" He shook his head. "I'll tell ya what. Help me take this drug ring down, and you've gotta deal." He held one hand out in front of him and the other behind him. Natasha didn't remove the knife, but took the red clad hand. "Deal." WIthdrawing the knife, she hopped back on the bike. "Which way?" "This way. Yo, Bannah, you need a lift?" Peter turned to the doctor, who shook his head. "No, I think I'll sit this one out, thanks anyway. I don't wanna cause anything more." He laughed and walked away, towards Stark Tower. "You lead," Clint said, pointing his hand out. Peter nodded once and stuck a hand out, web shooting from his wrist and he propelled forward. "Peter this is so cool," Ned's voice came over the device in his ear. "You're teaming up with the Avengers! Does this mean I'm an Avenger, being your guy in the chair?" "I don't know," Peter responded snappily. The one thing he didn't want to do had happened. He was going to become an Avenger....so that meant that Fury was most likely going to get his number. How was he going to explain why his phone went off whenever everyone else's did? Unless he had Ned give Fury his number, who then would tell Peter. But, the teen didn't think the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D. would like that very much. How was this night going to get any worse? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ By Mr. Stark being at the drug ring, that's how. Peter groaned as he landed on a telephone pole, looking down at the billionaire while Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Barton pulled up. "Hey Tony. What's up?" Natasha clicked a button and her helmet disappeared. "These guys had weapons that were made by my company," Tony sighed. "We stopped making them years ago, but these assholes got a hold of them and mixed them with Chitauri parts to make them even more powerful. Who knows how many are out there, or how they got a hold of these. I thought my company destroyed any and all weapons we made." He sighed and looked up, jumping a bit when he spotted Spider-Man sitting on a telephone pole. "Oh, welcome, Spider-Man, glad you could make it." "Stark," Peter greeted, deepening his voice even more. He had to make a voice changer in his suit. "What's with the team up?" Mr. Stark motioned between Peter and the two assassins. "We made a deal with him. We help him solve this, he becomes an honorary Avenger," Natasha sent him a sly smile. Peter had to smile He knew a way out. "And, it looks like ya didn't get ta help me. Too bad, so sad. Maybe next time!" He quickly jumped and shot a web to a nearby building and disappeared. "Why are you letting him get away?" Tony asked, eyes wide. Fury is going to kill him... "Relax," Clint said with a grin. "We know what we're doing. Where's he going, Nat?" The woman pulled out a handheld device and pulled up the map. "West," was all she said and looked at Tony, as he clapped and smiled. "We got him. And of course, that's my technology, so thank me." Without giving the two a chance to respond, he quickly suited up and blasted out of there. "I'm going to look for more of these weapons. See you later." "What a show-off," Clint sneered. "Yeah, but you know we all love him." The man smiled and nodded. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Peter's senses were going a mile a minute. It felt like someone was following him, but every time he checked, there was no one there. He was heading back to Stark Tower when suddenly he remembered, he had to leave his suit in an alley way for the night. He really didn't want to, but maybe he could find an old abandoned building. That's when he saw the piers in the distance and smiled. He could leave it under the docks! Wait, no, then it would reek of fish...He knew he couldn't bring it to his room....Ned! "Hey, chair guy," Peter asked into the ear device. "All ears, Spider." "Do you think I could leave the suit at your place? Because I can't bring it with me to the tower, too many security guards and stuff." "Really? I'd be happy to help, Pete." Thank God for his best friend. "Okay, I'll be reaching your place in about five minutes. Wanna come over tomorrow?" "Peter...you just made my lifetime." Peter just laughed as he rounded the corner, landing on Ned's window, only for his friend to throw it open and pull the other into a hug. "I think I love you," Ned cried. "That's nice, Ned....but, let me get the suit off before you soak it." The other boy nodded and apologized, handing Peter some clothes he kept there for sleep-overs. "When can I come? Will I get to meet the Avengers? Is Tony Stark nice? Does Black Widow have a boyfriend?" Peter laughed at his friend's questions. "Calm down. I'll call you when I ask Mr. Stark, okay? And, don't ask Ms. Romanoff anything like that, okay? I like you the way you are, all limbs intact." They laughed as Peter got changed. "Okay, I gotta get back See you tomorrow." With that, Peter left and shot a web. But, soon after, he noticed Ms. Romanoff watching the front of Ned's house, flipping a knife in her hand. How did she know he was there? He had to wonder that as he made his way back to the tower, making sure to stay out of the light.

[chrysolina]

Fallen for you

Ask - @m-a-t-91 Hi could u do a STEVE Rogers x reader something where he’s super flirty with her always complementing her and hinting he likes her etc she doesn’t think anything about it etc she finally realizes it and they end up together please 💖

Summary - A memoir the three times Steve tried to show or tell you how he felt and the one time he succeeded. 

Word count - 3.7k (yikes I got carried away)

Warnings - Fluff - so much fluff, lovesick post! IW Steve, kisses and drunken assholes mentioned

M A S T E R L I S T

Steve wasn’t too sure on a lot of things post-defreezing; he just didn't understand modern-day anythings. From technology to people to society in general, things had changed so drastically on most days he felt swamped and totally unable to anything but nod or sit in silence - that was until the accords came around and he knew things hadn’t changed completely in the 70 years he spent as an icicle.

The whole political debate over possibly uncontrollable powers weren’t the only things that hadn’t entirely changed with time; moral stands, the difference between actually good and bad people and love. No matter how hard he tried to deny it whilst he gazed at you during de-briefings or meetings, Steve knew he was head over heels in love with you and he wanted you to know it too.

After the avengers agreed to some of the accords rulings and regrouped, Nick made a personal call and asked you to become the new PA of the Avengers - to which you agreed unanimously. In under a few months of your structured supervision, the whole facility was running like clockwork and the avengers were organised to a relaxing perfection. 

Steve, however, was far from relaxed; in the one year you had been working alongside him you had taken his heart hostage, along with his dreams, thoughts and actions, all by simple looks and heartstabbingly glorious smiles.

His heart and mind could only take so much tormenting and after many sleepless nights spent thinking about you in general, Steve decided to ask his brother of a best friend Bucky for advice. Bucky only looked at him pointedly and told him straight - “you need to be more direct and show her just how much you love her” and Steve did; he practised in the mirror, on the battlefield and even when talking to new recruits and finally, he got it.

Four times Steve had tried to tell you and show you just how badly he had fallen for you, four times; none of which were remotely successful.

The first time he tried was one keen autumnal morning, he had just come back from a long run out along the lake with Bucky and was aching to have a warm shower and to relax a bit. Instead, when he arrived in the main living area of the compound, he felt his heart flutter in a different kind of warmth - a warmth he could only recognise as love. 

There you were standing over rolls of wrapping paper and various different sized boxes, your hair pulled into a beautifully messy bun on the top of your head as you slaved over the wrapping. With just one look at you, all he wanted to was to pull you away from your calculating stare and kiss you until you’d focus on him - or maybe you could bend down to focus on the tent of a -

“Hey Steve, you alright there?” Your voice broke Steve out of his trance and made him writhe in embarrassment. “Looking a bit dazed there Capsicle, you alright?” Ah yes, Tony had to give him that little push back into reality as he whizzed around with balloons and streamers in hand.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I’m fine Tony.” Steve rolled his eyes and turned to look around at the soon-to-be Wanda’s birthday venue, the shiny golds and whites took him back to the memories of the glitzy glamorous roaring 20’s. When you looked back at Steve, something was bugging you about him; he seemed so distant and so dazed as of late and it made you pray to the gods he was alright because hey, you couldn’t have your favourite Captain unwell could you?

Leaving the presents to one side, you padded over to Steve and tapped his shoulder lightly. In a matter of seconds you and Steve were face to face - given your height difference - and you pressed the back your hand to his forehead to feel for a fever or temperature. 

“God Steve,” You gasped at the heat radiating off his forehead. “You’re burning up.” You stated and took to looking him deep in the eyes, hoping the feeling you had caught for the super-soldier radiated through. 

Yes whether you’d admit it to yourself it was true, you had fallen head over heels for Steve and everything he stood for but he didn’t need to know that, you believed since he has the best pick of women lining up outside his front door - so why would he need you?

With Bucky gone up to his floor to shower and Tony in some distant room somewhere, Steve knew it was now or never; the timing couldn’t be more perfect. Just the two of you alone and you easily within his arms reach, this was it. Until Tony burst back in with another box of Great Gatsby themed streamers and bunting. 

“Go have a cool bath Steve, you’re boiling to the touch.” You said gently and tapped his stubbled chin with your fingers before walking back to the ‘wrapping station’, Steve’s heart hammering like a bass drum at the gentle touch.

“Yeah, cold bath. Got it.” He mumbled to himself and trudged back to the elevator.

The second time Steve tried, he was in the middle of a workout - unsurprisingly. He was busy throwing killer punches to the poor punching bag that hung limp from the ceiling, his punches sounding more like canonfire as soon as you stepped through the glass doors of the gym. To Steve’s demise, he didn’t even notice you walking in or the sound of the door shutting and you throwing your gym bag down on the benches central of the gym.

If he was being truthful with himself, it was you who had got him so riled up punching the living be-jesus out of the punching bag; you didn’t do anything to him at all, you were just being you - god help - and Steve’s mind went tyrant when he fell asleep late that afternoon. 

Trust a man with the constant libido of a horny teenager to conjure up some sort of obscene dream in thirty minutes, the dream really made Steve’s skin crawl in disgust and slight delight; he relished in the fact that it was so filthy and so unhinged it got him hard in seconds but there again, the dream was about you. You were purer than this and Steve knew that, so he took to punching the shit out of his dream - via a punching bag.

“Hey easy there Macho-man,” You laughed once you saw the seams of bag begin to tear at the brutal force of Steve’s throws, you laugh catching Steve completely off-guard and made him miss the bag and face plant into it. “We can’t afford that many bags y’know.” You laughed harder at his shocked expression.

“Uh - Y/N - Hey..W-what are you doing down here?” God he had to keep it cool; don’t think about the dream, don’t think about the dream - fuck, he did. As best as he could, Steve tried to re-tie the tape around his hands and hide the growing erection in his joggers, the sight of your breast peeking out of your sports bra sent him into overdrive.

“Oh well y’know, the usual.” You shrugged and got to work setting up your music so you could run with ease; ah yes, the usual evening jog you’d partake in after a long and stressful day with the avengers - your favourite time of the day, so you told Steve.

As tempting as watching you ass bounce up and down as you jogged would be, Steve had more pressing issues to deal with and took to throwing more and more punches at the beaten punching bag in a fit to get rid of his arousal.

“You look a bit stirred there Steve, are you okay?” Your voice cut through the dull silence that hung heavily around the two and made Steve stop momentarily, only to resume shortly after.

“Apart from the usual nightmares, I’m peachy” BANG! Another skull-splitting punch thrown.

“Mm yeah peachy, like I’ll believe you there.” You scoffed jokingly and rummaged through your gym bag for your water bottle and headphones, your eyes happening to roll back at the constant banging of the punches.

“Like you were peachy earlier…” Steve Grumbled as he untied his hands and swept his long fingers through his longer darker blonde locks, an act that made you ache at its seductiveness.

You scoffed again at his comment “Alright look I was stressed alright? And everything was on-top of me and I’ve always gotta be-”

“Hey,” Steve cut you off all of a sudden. “You had every right to be as stressed as you are, no excuses needed. I understand completely.” His smile of appreciation caught you off-guard and starkly contrasted the violent punches he’d been swinging a second ago. And similarly, your smile and embarrassed blush that dusted your cheeks caught him off-guard too.

 “Thank you Steve, it's hard to find someone in this building who understands me like that so I really appreciate you saying that.” And like that he was back to punching the living life out of the punching bag. 

“What I don’t understand though is how someone as talented and as beautiful as yourself is still single?” He knew that would provoke a reaction out of you and it sure did, by the sound of your hitched breath and stilled movements Steve knew there was no going back now.

“I mean you’ve got the brains, the looks, everything and I just wonder how…” Steve pinched himself for allowing his shy and scrawny self come through of all times, he knew he was already ten foot under and he didn’t need his charmingless antics to get in the way of something great; not now, not ever.

“No I get asked that from time to time but I always say the same thing,” You said as you looked to the super-soldier, a knowing yet adoring smile gracing your kissable lips. 

“And what’d you tell them?” Steve inquired. 

“I just haven’t met the right partner who can see my full potential, beyond my looks that is.” You smiled at Steve again and walked off to the treadmills, earplugs already plugged in and music ready to get you pumping.

‘Maybe not today…’ Steve thought dumbfoundedly and took to walking away and to the showers, your smile like a ghost in his eyes for the rest of that night.

The third time Steve tried to tell you how he felt was at one of Stark’s parties, one that celebrated the engagement of the Sam Wilson and his fiancee Veronica. 

Regardless of its purpose though, it was still the same kind of bash that Stark would throw back in the old avengers tower in Manhattan - it was big, noisy and generally not what Steve wanted to be participating in right about now, even with the Mead Thor had brought from Asgardian reserves pumping through his veins. 

It wasn’t until around halfway through the night that Steve decided that enough was enough and chose to ponder his love-sick emotions in the cool freshness of the balcony air, considering how entranced he was after seeing you in that beautiful deep red low cut dress, flashing that gorgeous smile of yours to the world made Steve realise he really, really wanted to be by your side right now.

‘Maybe we’re just not to be.’ he thought to himself with a sigh as he watched the inky black sky for any sign of inspiration or motivation to go back inside and purposelessly watch you over a glass of whatever he fancied - but nothing came to him, much to his displeasure. 

Perhaps divine motivation wasn’t needed after all since once he turned around to look back inside, he came face to face with your lightly done face - of which didn’t look so good right about now. Like he always did whilst you were around, Steve straightened up immediately and let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding in but watched with worry as you turned to look back inside and then back to him - or, his dinner shoes; more accurately. 

“Steve, I really need your help,” Well, there were better things Steve was thinking you’d say there and then. 

“What’s the matter doll?” On impulse, Steve gently held your upper arms and made you look up at him, his deep blue pools and soft touch enticed you to tell him what was going on. 

“T-there’s a guy inside, he keeps on touching me and wanting me to drink the drinks he buys and wanting me to dance with him but I ke-kept saying no and I was getting scared,” You spoke in a hurried and laboured breath and watched Steve’s face turn from a face of shock to pure fury - rightly so, the mere thought of another man touching you unwantedly made Steve’s blood boil. “I told him I’m going to the toilet and I did but I couldn’t find anyone to help me - everyone’s to ratted to notice anything - and I saw you out here and-and-and I..”By this point, the scared and vulnerable tears that you had kept locked inside were on the edge of spilling out after your confession to Steve. 

Instead of crying in his arms, you face planted into Steve’s chest out of vulnerability and allowed him to wind his arms around your torso and hold you close - maybe it was the Mead in his bloodstream or the possessive streak within but something within Steve told him to find this ass of a man and make a lesson of him, fists and all; but at the sight of you, quivering in his arms made him put his priorities in order and you came out on top, you always came out on top. 

“Hey Y/N! I’ve been looking for you everywhere babycakes!” Steve didn’t need you to clarify who the man who had just stumbled out onto the balcony was, just by the sudden tenseness of your frame Steve understood - he was the jerk who had been harassing you all night. 

“Oh, hey Captain!” Oh, so he did notice him after all - damn right, Steve thought with a deadly scowl. “Can I just,” He stumbled forward with an outstretched arm.”take my girl back? We were having fun see.” The drunken fool slurred out as if Steve didn’t know what fun was nut Steve was about have his own kind of fun with him in a minute.

“Your girl huh?” Steve growled at the fool with a dark feral glare that he’d mastered during his time as a fugitive. “Yeah, I don’t think so pal.” Steve smiled a mocking smile at the unwanted pest and tightened his warm hold on you, your grip on his deep blue shirt tightening at the welcomed sensation. “She’s off-limits, now back off.”

“No, no, no,” The man blubbered like a brainless fish. “We were having fun in there, weren’t we Y/N?” The man went to touch your shoulder but soon found his hand thrown back at him by Steve, his glare and acceptance tightening on the blonde by the minute. For a fleeting moment, the drunken man turned away from Steve to pinch the bridge of his nose and take a few deep breaths to calm his anger, giving Steve enough time to conjure up a plan. 

“Y/N/N, do you trust me?” Steve picked your chin up and looked you deep in the eye, his stare made you wide eyed with shock as to what he was asking.

 “Yes why?” You mumbled quietly and watched Steve’s eyes flicker back to the unwanted guest and back to you, a small smile pulling at the strings of his lips at the feeling of your stare. 

“Look Captain, me and Y/N were having - oh,” Before he could lay another hand on you once he turned around, he was met with a very interesting sight that gave him a clear ‘back the fuck off’ message. In the split second he had turned around, Steve grabbed your face with his soft yet calloused hands and crashed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that could make any other kiss jealous. Steve didn’t even bother looking back at the drunken spectator but instead shut his eyes to the nuisance and continued to move his lips against yours in a blind act of passion. 

“I- I think I’ll leave you two to it then.” He spoke and suddenly ran away in a drunken stumble that could’ve made you both belt out in laughter if you had saw it but neither of you did, you were enjoying something much better with the man of your dreams. 

Pulling away tantalisingly slowly, Steve slid his eyes open to look you dead in the eyes and think of something to say quickly. “So, he’s gone?” Steve nodded to where the guy once stood and to the open balcony door he had departed from, your eyes following the same trail happily. 

“Yeah, finally.” You sighed with a smile and tucked away the loose hairs that had come out of your do as you kissed, your lips still tingling at the touch. 

“Well it’s getting late,” Steve couldn’t bear the awkward short silence between you two and decided it for right him to leave now. 

“I should probably get going, goodnight Y/N.” Steve signed off with a peck to your right cheek and wandered back into the party and to the elevator, hands clenched tight in his trouser pockets as his mind repeated that extraordinary kiss behind his eyes over and over, for the rest of that night. 

Steve knew that the following morning would be awkward, extremely awkward between the two of you and he soon enough, he knew he’d have to fess up to what actually made him want to kiss you there and then. Sure he was angry, jealous and slightly tipsy but there again, he didn’t have to kiss you, did he?

Before his mind could go into overdrive as he sat at the kitchen island, FRIDAY’s voice ran out around him and made him straighten up in shock. “Sorry to disturb you Captain Rogers but Miss Y/L/N has requested your presence.” The AI’s voice ran out in the silent kitchen and made Steve sigh with a heavy heart, did he really want to see you so soon after last night?  

“That’s alright FRIDAY; where and when would she like to see me?” Steve grumbled as he rubbed his hands up and down his face in exhaustion. 

“At your quickest convenience, sir.” FRIDAY spoke matter-of-factly. “And she’s in her room, shall I tell her you’re on your way up?” Steve thought for what felt like forever and wondered if he should go to your room. 

“Yes, tell her I’m on my way. Thank you FRIDAY.” Steve thanked the AI and peeled himself off the bar-stool and sloped off to the elevator, the thoughts of what could be waiting for him once he got there; would you be mad at him? Would you ask why he kissed you? Most probably. Would you be happy if he declared his feelings to you? Debatable. Would you ever reciprocate those feelings? Most probably not, Steve wondered once he stepped onto your floor and knocked on your bedroom door, his hand turning white by how tight he was clenching it.

As quick as the door opened and Steve could look at you, you crashed your lips onto his in a fiery hot kiss that could melt any Vibranium - metaphorically. It was as if you had basically pounced into his arms and told him just how you felt, words could neither describe how you nor Steve felt at that moment, with his arms wrapping around your body and your hands teasing the hairs on his cheeks and nape of his neck - it all fell into place, finally. 

Pulling away just the same way Steve did, you cupped Steve’s cheeks with your small soft hands and looked him dead in the eyes, your eyes radiating love straight back into Steve’s own - if he could have any sight on repeat forever, it would this right before him; you looking at him like he put the stars in your skies - wait, what? 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You sighed with an adoring smile and pecked Steve’s increasingly swollen lips quickly. Steve only looked down at you as if you had grown another head, when did he ever say to you he loved you?

“Come again?” Steve questioned with raised brows. 

“Your kiss last night, it told me everything I needed to know.” Your smile never ceased to dazzle Steve - even when he didn’t understand what you meant entirely. Instead of questioning much further, he allowed you to do the talking and let him figure out the bits and pieces on his own. 

“Steve, don’t act like that kiss was for convenience sake.” You tutted at the super-soldier with a smile and took his hands into your own, a smile grew on your lips at the touch of his slightly sweaty palms - a telltale sign he was nervous. 

“I felt it, I felt you right through it.” You squeezed and shook his hands slightly for effect, the shake pulling Steve out of his derriere. “And I love you too.” Steve didn’t need to know anything else there and then, you had said the words he desperately needed to hear and for once, he threw caution to the wind and gave in; to you, to his desires, to everything. 

Not even a second after you had finished your little speech, Steve had picked you up into his arms and pressed you tight against the wall beside you, his lips meeting yours in a passionate embrace that could go on for hours and hours. Although your kiss only lasted at max a minute, Steve didn’t hesitate to carry you back into your room, throw you down onto your partly made bed and stand over you with a hunger that you’d never seen in those beautiful eyes before. 

Whilst still maintaining lustful eye-contact with you, Steve called out to FRIDAY and smirked at you devilishly before he gave his request, his voice now a deep timbre that made you weak to the knees. 

“FRIDAY, make sure nobody disturbs me and Miss Y/L/N for a while, we have some ‘business to attend to.” 

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[slut-for-fandoms]

Little witch (Part 6)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2 348

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so happy i finally found time to write this. I finished school and I have some days until i start work. I hope i will manage to finish this story and write all the request i have in my box. Please, let me know what you think, it’s really important to me given the fact English isn’t my first language ♥ Enjoy and sorry if there are mistakes (i wrote it really late last night) 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 

“We were facing each other and I saw the fear in his eyes but he had to play a macho so he said ’Stay there and I won’t hurt you’. His body was shaking and the man was wearing only his pink boxers. Such a pathetic picture. I sent a bullet towards the vase behind him and he peed in his pants”, Tony finished one of the many stories he liked to tell on his parties. Everyone laughed although they had heard it before. But when a billionaire is telling a joke you have to laugh if you want to be invited on the next party, especially if all the Avengers are there.

Next to Mr. Stark was Sam Wilson, known as The Falcon who was telling different stories too trying to look stronger and cooler than Stark. The both of them were basically competing but their audience didn’t mind at all.

In the other corner Bruce, Thor and Steve could be seen. They were surrounded by people too but not so many. Thor was kind of drunk and he was throwing his hammer in the air showing off that he was the only one able to move it. Steve was laughing and drinking although the alcohol could not affect him. As for Bruce, he was moving from group to group trying to find his place. There were times when he wasn’t in the mood for parties and alcohol and sometimes stripers as drunken Stark used to call sometimes. This night was the same and the doctor soon went to his room where he would be able to relax.

Natasha, Wanda and (Y/N) were on the dance floor moving their bodies in unison as the rhythm. Nat was holding her probably fourth glass of whiskey. Clint, Vision, Peter and Scott Lang were sitting at the bar talking and sometimes throwing glances at the people dancing. The music was loud so the avengers had to shout a little in order to be heard properly but most of the time they had to repeat what they had said. Everyone was enjoying themselves except Peter. He wasn’t allowed to drink so he was just sitting there searching for a particular girl. He had found her minutes ago but didn’t want her to see him starring but he couldn’t help it. He’d been looking at her movements as a hawk. He didn’t miss to spot how at the beginning she was dancing like a tree but soon the nervousness left her and she was moving without caring. Peter smiled as he saw the girl experiencing something an ordinary teenager was used to every weekend.

(Y/N) did her best to try to enjoy that night. She was talking with everybody, drunk a little from Nat’s glass, even danced but deep inside she knew that all of this wasn’t her. She wasn’t raised that way. No music, no fun, no dance. Only fights, fights, and fights. The alcohol she swallowed helped her to loosen up and let the beat take control of her body. She was moving as the good songs kept playing but she knew she was doing it in order to have fun which wasn’t happening if we have to be honest. The girl made an excuse to her partners in the dance floor and walked through the dancing and sweaty people who were drunk as hell. Some of them were rubbing each other bodies, others were ready to swallow each other given the fact how they were kissing, and others were already heading toward the bathrooms. (Y/N) was surprised how many people had attended the party. She thought that it would be just her and the new friends she made a couple weeks ago but no. Stark had decided to throw a huge party and the girl was sure he didn’t know at least 10% of his guests. When (Y/N) got out of the loud room and entered the quiet balcony the fresh spring air hit her are skin. The wind sent shivers down her spine, her body tensing at the coldness she felt due to being sweaty. The girl bypassed the swimming pool and went near the glass parapet. The building was indeed high, the whole city could be seen from there. She inhaled deeply letting the cold air freshen her body from inside. (Y/N) was enjoying the view while listening to the music which outside was actually pleasant. But little she knew that her actions of leaving the party were spotted from a certain boy that hadn’t let his eyes fall from her.    

When Peter saw (Y/N) leaving, he stood up following her outside away from the loud party. The making a path through the crowd slowed him down but once he was on the balcony, he saw the girl he liked alone looking at lightened city below them. He slowly approached her thinking of an interesting opening gambit. But with each step he took his mind refused to work and nervous filled his body again. He cursed himself that he let this happen every time she was near him. Taking a deep breath the boy stood next to her and tried to spoke but was late.

“Why are you here, Peter?”, the girl asked looking at him. At first the boy thought the girl asked that so he would understand he wasn’t welcomed but as he saw her soft (y/e/c) he calmed down. She was just being curious.

“I saw you leaving.”, he answered without thinking. His tongue was moving without his brain working properly.  

“And you came because…?”, her eyes weren’t leaving his which caused the boy to fall under their spell. The distance between their faces was slowly reducing.

“Because I wanted to see if you are okay.”, the girl smiled and turned her head towards the beautiful city. This activity broke the ‘spell’ Peter had fallen into but he continued to stare at her, “You are feeling as though you are not fitting in this atmosphere, right?”

“How do you know?”

“I am feeling the same way at school parties. They are not the way I’d like to spent my free time and have fun.”, at that time the boy was looking the city, while (Y/N) was observing his face.

“And what is the way you like to have fun?”

“Well, I like to…”, he suddenly stopped and looked at the girl. A smirk craved on his face which made the girl confused.

“What?”,

“I can show you.”

“Show me what?”

“How I like to spent Saturday night and have fun my way. Are you in?”, the smirk on Peter’s face was now bigger as he hoped the girl would accept his offer. Suddenly a bright smile appeared on her face.

“I would love to, Peter Parker.”

“Then, shall we?”, as a gentleman he offered his hand and girl took it happily. They both exited the tower without being spotted by anyone.

“So where are we going?”, (Y/N) dared to ask after 10 minutes of walking in silence.

“Shouldn’t it be a surprise?”, the boy looked at her with a mischievous smile on his face.

“It is supposed to be but I am not into surprised at all.”

“Well, tonight you’ll be.”

“Idiot.”

“I’d gladly be a idiot If I am the reason you smile.”, and it was true. (Y/N) hadn’t stopped smiling since they left the tower. This statement made her blush which surprised Peter. His smile became bigger as he saw the soft side of the girl which she was usually hiding behind the mask of a dangerous serial killer, “Come on, we are almost there.”, Peter grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and they both rushed towards a small café on the other side of the street. It’s name was shinning in dark blue which made the café easy to be seen. When they entered inside the girl was amazed by the atmosphere and way it was decorated. Simple and cozy vintage design invited the new guests inside. There was a girl listening to music behind the bar and two girls chatting at one of the corners. (Y/N) thought they would sit somewhere so she started looking for a cozy and lonely place.

“Oh, I wasn’t thinking of staying here but if you want- ”

“Oh, no, no. You are the one leading the parade. You promised me fun so I hope you would give me one.”, the girl joked and he boy calmed down, “I don’t want to ruin anything but isn’t it late for coffee?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Then why are we here?”

“Because only in this café you can find the best and most delicious muffins. Believe me, you have never eaten such mouth-melting dessert.”, the boy gave a simple answer and turned around to make an order. A minute later, the boy and the girl were outside the café roaming through the streets of New Your city and eating.

“Oh my gosh, Peter! These are just magnificent. I’ve never tasted anything like that.”

“I told you so.”, the girl was about to take another bite from the muffin when Peter pushed her hand up so her nose would be in covered in chocolate.

“How dare you Parker?!”, the girl gave him a dead glare, “You will pay for this.”

“I can’t take you seriously with so much chocolate on your face. You look sweat rather than scary.”, the boy couldn’t stop laughing and the girl used this opportunity to push her half muffin in Peter’s face.

“That’s part of the revenge you will get.”

“Oh, you are gonna regret this Ms. (Y/L/N)!”, and with that (Y/N) began running while Peter was chasing her. There was a park near them and the girl entered it. Although she was on high heels which weren’t that high, the girl was still faster than the boy. But let’s face it, he was doing it on purpose.

“I can’t do it anymore.”, Peter announced and sat on a bench, “You are fast and I don’t want to sweat in this amazing suit. I prefer to look hot than to revenge you for some chocolate.”, the girl was suspicious at first but when he didn’t stand up from the bench, she sat next to him.

“Then I’m sorry to say that you don’t look that hot as you think.”

“I remember you telling something else when we were in your room hour ago.”, he looked at her.

“Well, my eyesight isn’t good sometimes.”

“Mhm, whatever you say…”, his tone was challenging.

“Are you calling me a liar, Mr. Parker?”, now they were inches away from each other, still looking at each other eyes, while their bodies desired for something else.

“I ain’t calling you a truther.”

That was it. They both were on the edge of doing what they wanted to do since weeks. They stood there looking at each other in silence. The tension was felt in the air but it wasn’t a sexual tension how Nat would say. No, it was a tension between two young teenagers that had slowly fallen in love. They wanted to connect, to feel what the other felt, to see the nightmares the other had, to explore their souls. But sadly they both were scared. (Y/N) had never had such feeling burning inside her. We all know her story to know that love was something she never felt except in her early years. The Avengers gave her the love of a family but the love she felt now was never a shade in the painting of her life. It was new, it was great and yet it was scary.

Peter was a shy nerdy boy and a sarcastic superhero. When he was with the witch he somehow managed to merge his both sides in one. The confident side in him was ready to do the next step but the mask was gone, he was Peter Parker, the nerd school boy who had problems with talking to girls.

The lovebirds were standing dare not daring to move. They didn’t want to ruin this moment thinking it was the chance they got but they both were scared to take it.

“There is something in you Peter. Something that makes me wanna kiss you and punch you in the face at the same time.”

“You know how to ruin the romantic moment.”, they both laughed getting out of the unison.

“But that’s true. There are moments when you are a pain in the ass.”, their eyes were sparkling with true happiness, “But what scares me is that I want you to be my pain in the ass.”, the boy froze for a moment at those words. He looked at her still shocked. Peter didn’t say a thing which caused the girl to look at her fingers which showed she was nervous.

“I- I shouldn’t have-”, but she wasn’t given the chance to finish her sentence. Peter had cupped her face in his hands, his lips connecting with hers in a slow and soft kiss. (Y/N) was surprised both from the sudden action and the sensation in her guts. She instantly closed her eyes letting her soul to see what no eyes could behold. It wasn’t just flesh touching, it was souls meeting and connecting. She got the feeling of being high in the sky, flying freely and carelessly. She felt the love in so many different ways that there are no words able to describe it.

“That was-”

“Chocolatey.” , the girl finished Peter’s sentence which caused both of them to laugh.

That night they stayed there on the bench in the empty park, enjoying each other company, laughing at their jokes, telling different stories from the past and made plans for the future. That night they felt real, they felt alive and breathing. That night love made its magic – it connected two souls that had been searching each other for years, it gave them true happiness, an unforgettable love. That night love gave them a surreal picture of life which blurred their sights and weakened them for what was about to happen.

Part 7

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