#i love to match it with steves scent but i feel like his would be this as a standalone

[lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus]

Eddie smells like sweet weed and bitter coffee

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

The fight was ugly. The first fight that you and Eddie had turned from a quiet disagreement to a full blown yelling match.

Truthfully you couldn't remember what the fight was actually about. Something silly, something miniscule that turned into a big thing.

A big argument with some horrible things said; you still couldn't get Eddie's words out of your head.

"Why would this mean anything? It's just sex isn't it?" Eddie snapped and your heart broke into a million tiny pieces. Just sex. Right. Of course that's what you two were.

Truthfully you were a mess and you should have just gone straight back home after storming out of the trailer.

Eddie has tried to go after you but you were faster and ran before he could catch up with you.

Instead you bumped into a few of your friends and hitched a ride to some party that one of Jason Carver's friends were throwing. Robin noticed your tear streaked cheeks and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

She was the only one of your friends who knew about Eddie; maybe Steve as well as him and Robin were as thick as thieves. Like platonic soulmates or something.

You and Eddie got together two months ago, passing off the hook ups as just mind-blowing sex and that worked at first. That's until you begun to get to know Eddie better and the two of you spent more time together.

Eddie was easy to fall in love with. His reputation portrayed him as mean and scary, satan obsessed and someone people should stay away from.

He was none of those things, he was kind and fiercely loyal to his friends and uncle, he was passionate and badass and really it was no surprise that you fell in love with him.

At least now you know that he doesn't feel the same way, at least you found out now before it was too late and you were even more in love with him than you are now.

Maybe you could just hang with your friends and forget the words that had broken your heart tonight.

At least you hoped that was possible.

❤️

Fuck, you really should have went home. Your head was pounding, the two beers you had made you even more anxious and upset. To make matters worse Tyler Harvey wouldn't leave you alone, he had zeroed in on you from the second you had walked through the door.

As much as you tried to avoid him, he followed you around and it was beginning to give you the creeps.

He manages to corner you when you're trying to get up to the bathroom with Robin. He stinks of beer, smoke and sweat and it turns your stomach a little bit.

Leather, smoke and the hints of woods and musk were your favourite scents in the world right now and that had to do with the man you were trying not to think about.

You cringe away from Tyler but he's so drunk that he doesn't seem to notice, he moves closer to you and you instinctively step back.

"Can you move please? Robin and I need to go upstairs" you ask him but he doesn't appear to be listening.

"Aww why don't you come upstairs with me? I'll take care of you" Tyler smirks but you don't like the look in his eyes and immediately step away from him. Yeah...no thanks. Robin is at your side at once and glares at Tyler.

"Take the hint asshole. She's not interested" Robin gently guides you away but Tyler grabs your arm at the same time and you stumble, landing hard on the floor. It knocks the wind out of you and your body throbs from the contact with the floor.

Tyler scrapers from the scene without even checking to see if you're alright. Robin is cursing out Tyler and helps you up. You're sore, annoyed and just want to go home.

Steve appears out of nowhere and Robin mentions that she called Steve when you mentioned you were getting a migraine. Relief fills you, at least you could go to Steve's for a little while and try and salvage some of the night with him and Robin.

There's a tiny voice inside of you that is aching for Eddie and it's growing stronger. You dismiss the idea, you're sure that Eddie was glad to be rid of you. That thought caused a new throbbing ache in your chest and you hurried outside with Steve and Robin determined not to think about Eddie and his big brown eyes.

❤️

As soon as you're at Steve's he puts in a movie and you settle up on the couch with Robin while Steve makes snacks. Being here is soothing and you rest your head on Robin's

Steve's landline ringing breaks you out of your sleep, Steve hurries to answer it and your heart skips a beat when you realise it's Eddie.

"Yeah, yeah dude she's with me and Robin. Some shit went down at a party we were at... Oh that asshole friend of Jason was being a prick. Yeah Tyler is it? Woah calm down man, she's fine. She's just tired"

You get up which is a little tricky as the sudden movement makes your migraine feel ten times worse but you really want to speak to Eddie.

Steve passes the phone over to you and you smile a tiny bit as Eddie is still ranting about what he wants to do to Tyler.

"Eddie, I'm okay" you murmur and he stops his rant and breathes a sigh of relief.

"Sweetheart. Fuck, I've been so worried princess. I went to your house, then Family Video. I even dropped around Wheeler's house which was a shock for Mama Wheeler to see if you were there. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I was a butthead"

The ache in your chest subsides a little bit and you relax. "I'm sorry too. I'm really sorry" tears spill down your cheeks and it's cathartic to finally let them out.

"I'm going to come and pick you up Kay? I'm not going to relax until I see that you're okay. I'll see you in about ten minutes okay?"

The tension you're feeling begins to disappear and you wait for Eddie to arrive, thanking Robin and Steve for being so amazing tonight.

True to his word Eddie arrives as quickly as he says he would and gives Steve and Robin a quick nod in greeting, he immediately pulls you close to him.

His lips press against hair and he briefly talks to Steve before guiding you out the door and into his van.

You're so exhausted from the nights escapades that you're asleep instantly.

❤️

When you wake up you're in Eddie's bed, Eddie is laying beside you and reading Lord of the Rings - The Two Towers. When he realises you're awake he presses his lips to your forehead and he tucks the covers around you, cuddles up at your side and holds you close.

"I'm sorry I was such a dickhead. You have no idea how much you mean to me, you mean everything to me and I was so scared to tell you. So I lashed out and said stupid shit. Things I didn't mean"

There's something unspoken hanging in the air, a familiar tension that's been playing the two of you for a little while now.

"I thought that you were sick of me and that's why you said those things" you confess and play with a start thread on his plaid shirt.

Eddie's jaw drops and he's silent for a moment, "Princess how could you even think that? You're...shit, I've never felt this way about anyone and it's terrifying trying to think of the right words, wondering if you feel the same way" he pauses as he lets the words sink in.

He's blushing, restless and anxious as his eyes meet yours; You sit up and cup Eddie's cheek with your hand.

"How do you feel about me Eddie?" It feels pretty certain now but you'd like to make sure. You'd like to hear him say it.

"I'm in love with you princess. How can you not see that? I guess I was just scared to tell you because I'm not exactly the perfect guy am I?" He scoffs as he says this and you scowl at the way his eyes turn sad.

"I don't care about that Eddie. Who wants perfect? I don't. I think you're amazing and handsome, you're sweet and kind, a gentleman. You make my heart skip a beat when you look at me and I feel at ease and content when I'm with you" his fingers entwined with yours and he sighs.

"You know so many people think I'm a freak, normally I don't give a fuck but I do care what others think about you" you soften and press gentle kisses over his cheek, the action causes him to smile shyly and his tense body relaxes.

"Eddie I don't give a shit what anyone says or thinks. Are you going to give us up just because of some idiots who don't matter? The only people that matter in this relationship are you and me. I love you Eddie, I'm so in love with you"

He looks up at you stunned and then he kisses you fiercely, "No I'm not giving us up. I love you sweetheart so much. You're my girl and I'm not letting you go because of some dumb assholes opinion"

The two of you spend the rest of the night making up and when you're tucked up in Eddie's arms as he falls asleep, you're left with the gentle feeling of this being where you're meant to be.

This trailer, Eddie's room, his arms around you as his soft snores fill the air. The sound of the wind blowing against the windows as you're lulled to sleep.

This felt like home.

💕

I get to love you

It's the best thing that I'll ever do

I get to love you

It's a promise I'm making to you

Whatever may come, your heart I will choose

Forever I'm yours, forever I do

I get to love you, I get to love you.

I Get To Love You- Ruelle

[pretentious-blonde]

turning pages

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: making the most of the beginnings of autumn, steve takes his girl to a bookshop. only problem is, he is clueless as to what she is talking about.

warnings: none, steve being insecure?

a/n: today feels like the first day of autumn so I wanted to write something for steve being obsessed with his girl <3

The crisp autumn morning was a blessing after the oppressive heat of the summer. The wind carried with it the scent of fallen leaves and the familiar smell of burning wood, probably from a distant bonfire. Steve took in the beauty of the morning as he walked with you, practically glued to your side, matching your every step with his own. 

The sun shone bright above the pair, but did little to heat the two of you. Instead, it covered the trees in a warm orange glow, complementing the leaves that continued to fall. The colours only added to it—crimson reds and burnt oranges, scattered across the pavement you strolled down, giving a satisfying crunch as you both walked. 

Wrapped up warm next to him in her oversized jumper was his girl, clad in an old winter coat that looked like it could swallow her whole. Her cheeks were flushed from the chilly breeze, making her features appear even softer. He didn’t think that was possible. 

She took a sip of her hot chocolate, something she was so excited to finally have now the weather had cooled down. He was more of a coffee drinker himself, but he wouldn’t let her know that, especially when her eyes lit up as she ordered one for him too. Giddily handing it to him and watching as he took his first sip. 

For her, it would be his new favourite. 

He watched the way her breath came out in small clouds, the morning light illuminating her face and a few strands of hair that framed her perfectly. 

He couldn’t hide the smile from his face even if he tried; he thanked the coldness for hiding his own reddening cheeks. Everything about her mesmerised him, even more so today—the peaceful look in her eyes, the way she looked so snug in her layers, radiating warmth despite the dropping temperature. She had to fight him off that morning after he insisted on wrapping her up more, offering up his jumper collection for her comfort. Eventually, she gave in and didn’t fight when he draped his scarf around her neck, tying it up and tucking it into her jacket. 

He wanted her to always be comfortable. Always be happy. 

His own hot chocolate helped to warm his fingers, every sip reminding him of the sweet girl next to him. As the two of you walked, you could feel his gaze wandering to you, your eyes wide and sparkling as you talked about everything and nothing. Your laughter rang aloud at something he said and his heart leapt in his chest, he felt lucky for being the cause of it. 

Every now and then, he’d reach out and gently brush a stray leaf from your coat or adjust his scarf as you tell him off for fussing too much. You do it all with a small grin, he knows you secretly love it, and all he is thinking about is how he’d do anything to keep that smile on your face. 

As you continued to wander along the street, he felt you pause next to him before grabbing his arm with excitement. He chuckled as you dragged him in the direction of the bookshop, just happy to be in your company. 

“C’mon, I didn’t know this was here!” You tell him, practically skipping towards the entrance. 

“Neither did I, honey,” he says, keeping his tone upbeat so as to not dim your enthusiasm. This was not exactly his comfort zone and the last thing he wanted was for you to think you were dating some kind of fool. 

As you pulled him inside, he was hit with the cosy smell of old parchment, similar to the one that filled your apartment. Probably due to your overflowing bookshelf. The lighting was dim and inviting, flowing over your form as you began to wander down the aisles. He watched from afar as your brows furrowed in concentration, carefully inspecting each new book you spotted. It was clear you were in your element. 

The boy tried to act casual, leaning against one of the shelves, tucking his hands in his pockets. But internally, he was nervous. He knew nothing about books. Years of trying in class but failing miserably, his skills were more social ones, not academic. His mind started overthinking the entire situation. Maybe you liked smarter guys, men who could recommend you something, knowing immediately what you would like. Someone you could drink hot chocolate with and exchange reading materials while talking about obscure authors and their works. 

“This place is pretty cool, angel,” he said while pretending to look around. 

You tore your gaze away from the book in your hand, your smile bright. “I know right? I can’t believe we have never seen it here before.”

You carried on perusing the shelves, this time taking Steve with you, picking up a few classics that you have read previously. You held up a second-hand copy of Pride and Prejudice, your eyes glinting with excitement. “This is an absolute favourite. Elizabeth Bennet falls in love with Mr Darcy. He is so misunderstood in my opinion. It’s all about social class and personal growth—I love it. Real old school romance.”

He nodded enthusiastically as he listened intently to what you were saying. Mr Darcy, Bennet…right. Got it. His small smile never fell as he tried to keep up with your rambling. “Yeah, sounds great, honey. I mean—if you say it’s that great—I believe you.”

You laughed and shoved his shoulder teasingly. “My opinion is always correct. Okay, let me show you…” you scan the shelf to try and find another title. “This one,” you hold up a book with the author Shirley Jackson printed on the bottom. 

“This one is a bit of a psychological thriller. It’s about two sisters living in isolation, and it’s got this eerie, unsettling vibe. You’d probably laugh if I told you it’s a bit of a horror novel. I mean, I don’t exactly see you reading ghost stories.”

“I’m sure it’s super creepy. I’ll take your word for it.” He tried to sound convincing, but his mind was elsewhere. What’s a psychological thriller again? Fuck.

You continued to talk about books, stopping to tell him what you loved and what you didn’t about each one. Steve found himself more focused on how adorable you looked when you were passionate about something. Your hands gestured animatedly as you described the plots and characters, and he couldn’t help but be completely enchanted by your enthusiasm. His smart girl. 

He wanted to ask questions to keep you talking, but he was worried about saying something that might seem stupid. What if I ask the wrong thing? He didn’t want to seem clueless—god—if only he had paid more attention in English class. Maybe then he could at least try to humour you better. 

Instead, he just kept nodding, offering encouraging smiles and the occasional, “That sounds really cool.” Just hoping it was the right thing to say, wracking his brain to find a more exciting adjective than ‘cool’.

As you continued to browse, Steve’s eyes caught sight of a familiar cover on a nearby shelf, The Great Gatsby. He hadn’t thought about that book in ages, but he remembered reading it—pretending to read it—a while back in class and tried desperately to remember something—anything—from the plot. Trying to act casual, leaning over you as he pointed at it, your senses suddenly filled with the smell of bergamot and amberwood. 

“Hey, Gatsby. I, uh, liked it.” He ran a hand through his hair, an action that you quickly learnt he did when he was stressed or unsure, you could hear the hesitation in his voice. Steve regretted speaking up immediately. Everyone had read it, or at least studied it back in school. It was hardly impressive. He just wanted to contribute somehow. Wanted to share something with you that you were passionate about. 

You turned to him with a warm smile, clearly seeing through his nonchalant facade. “You’ve read The Great Gatsby? I love Fitzgerald’s work.”

Steve’s face turned a pretty shade of pink at your reassurance. God, you’re too sweet for him. 

“Yeah, I remember it being pretty good. I mean, it’s definitely one of those books that, like, sticks with you, right?”

You chuckled and gave him a playful nudge, the action alone making his chest tighten at your innocent touch. “Definitely. I’m impressed you remembered it. You’ve got good taste.”

Steve’s smile widened, his eyes filled with adoration, your response made him feel like he was doing something right as relief washed over him. He reached out, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m just happy I’m with you, honey. I like you telling me this…stuff. You make it all sound so interesting.”

You beamed up at him, your eyes shining. “Well, I’m glad you’re here. As long as you’re ok with me talking your ear off.”

Please, he thought. He would listen to you ramble all day.

When you had finally finished looking around, you had narrowed it down to only two books you were going to buy, clutching them both close to your chest. Steve walked up beside you, grabbing the slightly battered copy of Pride and Prejudice along with the Shirley Jackson novel you’d had gushed to him about earlier. You glanced at him in surprise as he added them to the stack at the counter.

“Wait, why are you getting those?” you asked, tilting your head as he reached into his pocket, handing the cashier the cash. 

Steve shrugged casually, brushing off your question. “Because you like them, and I’m gonna read them,” he said with a confident grin, holding the door open for you as you both stepped back into the cold air outside, books in hand.

You blinked up at him as you stopped walking, shaking your head at the thought of inconveniencing him. “You really don’t have to, you know. I wasn’t trying to make you read them.”

He stopped when you did, giving you that soft, classic Steve look that always made your knees go weak. 

“Nonsense,” he replied, his voice full of affection as he held a hand up to your stressed face. “If you like them, angel, I’ll love them. Plus, I kinda want to know what you’re talking about when you get all excited next time you bring me here.”

Your heart melted on the spot. “You’re too nice, you know that?”

His confident expression faltered, now looking more bashful. He slipped his hand into yours as you continued your walk, not wanting it to get cold. 

“Only for you,” he said, giving your fingers a gentle squeeze. “And I’ll read anything if it means I get to hear more of what you gotta say.”

You glanced up at him, a playful smirk playing on your lips. “Oh, really? Gonna give you a pop quiz and everything once you’ve finished them if that’s the case.”

Steve chuckled, feeling the pressure already with your teasing threat. “Quiz me? Uh, maybe let me get through a few chapters first, honey.”

“I’ll make flashcards for you and everything. You’ll be an expert on Austen when I’m done with you.” You giggle. 

He laughed, shaking his head at your antics. “If I suddenly become a literary genius, it’s all thanks to you, angel.”

You leaned closer to him, taking your hand away from his so he could wrap a strong arm around your shoulders. 

“I like you just the way you are.” The words fell out of your mouth with ease.

Steve rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide how he felt after hearing you say that. Your words would be replaying in his head for weeks to come. “Keep sweet-talking me, and I might even start quoting Pride and Prejudice just to impress you.”

“Oh, I’d love to see that,” you teased. “You as Mr. Darcy? Perfect.”

“At your service, Miss Bennet.” He said, giving you a small bow, he hoped he remembered names right from earlier.

You burst out laughing, feeling warmer thanks to the sweet boy next to you. He pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as you continued down the street together, tucked under his shoulder, hot chocolate now cold in your paper cups. Not that it mattered, he would buy you as many as you liked as long as he was with you.

[girlkisser13]

dark red

"i think of her so much it drives me crazy" "i just don't want her to leave me"

pairings: jason grace x fem!reader

warnings/tags: none. jason is an overthinker. he’s just like fr.

summary: jason is nervous for your first date.

jason stood in front of the mirror in his cabin, fixing his hair for what had to be the millionth time. his fingers trembled slightly as he tried to smooth out a stray blond strand that refused to stay down. his heart raced as if he were preparing for battle, but this was far more daunting than any fight he had ever been in. tonight, he had a date with you— his first real date. he wanted everything to be perfect.

he was overthinking every detail: would his outfit look too formal or not formal enough? should he wear his favorite blue shirt because it matched his eyes, or would that seem like he was trying too hard? what if he tripped on his way to your cabin? what if he said something stupid? what if you realized halfway through the date that you didn’t actually like him as much as he liked you? his mind spiraled, conjuring up every possible worst-case scenario, and each one felt more likely than the last.

"what if she thinks the flowers are lame?" he muttered to himself, glancing over at the bouquet he’d carefully arranged earlier. the bouquet wasn’t just any bunch of flowers; it was a vibrant mix of colors and types. he had asked the demeter cabin for help, explaining that he didn’t know what your favorite flower was, so he wanted a little bit of everything. he hoped that his effort would come across as thoughtful rather than desperate.

jason took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his nerves. "come on, grace. you’ve fought monsters, flown through storms, and faced titans. you can handle one date."

but this wasn’t just any date. it was your first date with him, and that made it infinitely more important. the thought of you— the way you smiled, the sound of your laugh, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about the things you loved— only made his heart beat faster. he cared about you more than he wanted to admit, even to himself.

finally, with one last check in the mirror and a deep breath, he picked up the bouquet and made his way to your cabin. each step felt like it took hours, and by the time he stood in front of your door, his hands were sweating, and his mind was racing again.

he raised his hand to knock but hesitated. what if you weren’t ready? what if you changed your mind? what if—

before he could finish the thought, the door swung open, and there you were. jason’s mouth went dry, and every word he’d rehearsed in his head disappeared. you looked stunning, even more beautiful than he’d imagined. for a moment, all he could do was stand there, utterly speechless.

you laughed, breaking the silence that had stretched between you. "it’s nice to see you too, jason."

he snapped back to reality, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment. "oh, uh, yeah, sorry," he stammered, holding out the bouquet. "these are for you."

you took the flowers, your eyes widening in delight as you took in the array of colors and scents. "they’re beautiful, jason. thank you."

he managed a shy smile. "i had a little help from the demeter cabin. i didn’t know what your favorite flower was, so i just asked them to give me every single flower they had."

you smiled warmly at him, a softness in your eyes that made his heart skip a beat. "that’s the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me."

jason felt a rush of relief and joy at your words. "it wasn’t a big deal," he said quickly. "you deserve so much more."

your cheeks flushed, and you smiled at him, making his heart race even faster. "are you ready to go?" you asked.

"yeah, definitely," he replied, offering you his arm. he led you away from the cabins, toward a secluded spot he’d chosen earlier in the day. as you walked side by side, jason glanced at you, his nerves still buzzing. "you look beautiful tonight," he blurted out, then immediately panicked. "not that you don’t look beautiful every day," he added hastily.

you laughed, a light, musical sound that made him smile despite his anxiety. "thank you, jason," you said warmly. his tension eased slightly, just watching you laugh, the sound calming his racing heart.

"i’ve been thinking about this date all week," he admitted, his voice soft.

"me too," you said, looking up at him. the sincerity in your eyes made his breath catch.

jason took a shaky breath. "i think about you so much it drives me crazy," he confessed.

"i bet you say that to all the girls," you said with a smirk, attempting to ease his nerves.

jason stopped walking, turning to face you. his eyes were earnest, a spark of intensity behind the blue. "only you," he said quietly, with such conviction that it made your breath catch. his honesty made you look away, feeling your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

ater a moment, you both resumed walking, and soon you arrived at the picnic spot jason had set up. a blanket was spread out on the grass, with a basket full of your favorite foods and drinks. you sat down together, and jason watched as you looked around, taking in the peaceful surroundings and the effort he had put into making everything perfect.

"this is really nice, jason," you said, looking at him with appreciation.

jason felt a wave of relief wash over him. "i’m glad you like it," he said. but despite your reassurances, the nervous energy still lingered. after a moment of silence, he spoke again, his voice quieter. "i was so nervous you wouldn’t like me."

you turned to him, surprise in your eyes. "what? jason, that's ricdulous. i wouldn’t have come on this date if i didn’t like you."

he nodded, looking down at his hands. "i know, but…" he hesitated, then finally looked up at you, his blue eyes clouded with worry. "everyone i’ve ever cared about has left me. my mom left me. thalia left me. i just…" his voice broke slightly. "i don’t want you to leave me too."

your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. you reached over, taking his hand in yours. "i’m not going anywhere, jason," you said softly. you moved closer, wrapping your arms around him in a comforting hug. he held you tightly, resting his head on your shoulder, and for a moment, all his fears seemed to fade away.

"thank you," he whispered into your hair, his voice thick with emotion.

you pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. "you don’t need to apologize for how you feel. i’m never going to leave you. i swear it on the river styx," you promised, your voice steady and sincere.

jason smiled, a genuine, peaceful smile that made your heart swell. "you have no idea how much that means to me," he said softly.

you smiled back, resting your forehead against his. "i think i have an idea," you murmured.

for the first time that night, jason felt completely at ease. he felt safe, knowing you were there, that you cared. with you by his side, jason believed he could finally be truly happy.

[apomaro-mellow]

His Love Makes Me Beautiful

some a/b/o fluff

Steve knew he was handsome. He knew he was good looking. He'd been told so all his life in many different ways, so visually he was never lacking in confidence. But that confidence had a different flavor when he started being with Eddie. Eddie didn't look at him just like he was a ten out of ten. Eddie looked at him like he was the only man in the world.

He loved Steve with such adoration that it bordered on worship and at first Steve thought it too much but now he basked in it. And if it bordered on worship before, now that he was pregnant Steve felt like Eddie was literally sending up prayers to him.

"Hey there, baby", Eddie pecked Steve's lips as he came into the kitchen. "And hello little baby." He knelt down and kissed Steve's belly three times.

"I think you've increased your knee-dropping by 75% since you knocked me up", Steve smiled as he opened up the cabinet to pull out some syrup.

"You know I can't resist prostrating myself at your altar." Eddie glued himself to Steve's back, taking in a whiff of his sweet vanilla scent that was mingling with the pancakes he was dressing up. "Speaking of..." He turned Steve around lowered down to the ground again.

"Eddie, it's 7 in the morning."

"Curse you for turning me into a morning person", Eddie said in between kissing Steve's thighs where his shorts stopped.

"Don't you want breakfast first?", Steve asked, his hands braced against the counter.

"I'll have whatever they're serving right here." Eddie put one of Steve's legs over his shoulder and mouthed at his crotch which was already wet from Steve.

It didn't stop there. As Steve got bigger, Eddie did whatever he could to make him comfortable. And for once, Steve thought there might be a point where he got insecure about his appearance. He thought that as he started growing out of his clothes and gaining weight that he might begin to feel like he wasn't attractive anymore.

Eddie never let that happen. He still touched him the same way and just as much. Honestly sometimes it seemed that the pregnancy just turned Eddie on more. Steve didn't believe the whole 'alphas go crazy horny over their pregnant omegas' thing until he saw it in action with Eddie. He would go from lovingly rubbing his belly to tantalizingly drifting his hands down.

The alpha found it difficult to keep his hands to himself before all this. Now it was damn near impossible. Eddie wasn't kidding when he compared Steve's body to an altar. He was a regular patron to the Temple of Steve and considered himself honored to pay his respects.

Eddie watched as Steve's face contorted in pleasure while he fucked into him. Hands gripping the sheets and lips parted in a continuous moan, slick dripping down where their bodies met. Steve's stomach was covered in bite marks and sat roundly between them. Eddie felt like he was making love to a fucking fertility god and he simply the mortal blessed with the privilege.

At seven months pregnant, Steve would look at himself in the mirror, feeling so many things. The love he felt for his unborn pup was there the minute he confirmed it with a test. The ever-present confidence in his appearance was always there too. But he didn't just think he looked good. He felt beautiful because Eddie made him feel beautiful. And every time he looked at his baby bump, he thought about Eddie and his love, and how he literally had the physical proof of it, carried it around with him every day.

They scented each other, shared matching bond bites, and now soon there would be a walking, talking reflection of their love. The affection they had for each other, given life. And Steve couldn't wait to meet them.

[crazyunsexycool]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

word count: 1.0k

Summary: Steve feels a bit insecure as he watches a coworker flirt with you at a party.

Warning: bit of insecure Steve, lil bit of angst

A/N: Here is the 4th part The earpiece!

Steve wanted to act as if he wasn’t a jealous person but he was. It stemmed not from you interacting with other people but from his insecurities. In many ways even when you looked at him and saw just Steve, he was the small kid from Brooklyn who couldn’t ask a dame out to save his life. Then you came along and changed his world, even when he thought he messed up with the whole earpiece incident. He loved you. It wasn’t a sweet innocent love either, it was all consuming and burned wildly in his whole being. So seeing as other men were as captivated by you as he was made his blood boil. A hurricane of doubt and negative thoughts started to form in his head. He questioned if he was worth the effort. Steve couldn’t help but wonder what you saw in him. 

It was as if you had heightened senses of your own because suddenly your eyes connect with Steve’s from across the crowded room. You smile at him brightly, your eyes lighting up. Steve couldn’t help but smile back, yet that same pesky feeling bothered him as you turned back to your conversation. 

It was only a few minutes. You’d gone to the bathroom and on the way back your coworker stopped to talk to you. But he got to see you every day so Steve couldn’t understand why he had to talk to you during a party too. It didn’t help that this was the same guy that kept flirting with you at any chance he got.

“It’s not a good look on you, pal.” Bucky says as he stops next to Steve.

“What?” Steve looks at Bucky.

“This whole broody, trying to not look jealous thing you got going on.” 

Steve scoffs and looks back at you, his jaw clenching when the other man places a hand on your arm which you quickly pulled away. He mutters a curse under his breath as jealousy rears its ugly head. Steve watches as the other man gets too close for your comfort. 

“I’ll be right back.” He says before stomping his way over to you. 

You felt him before you saw him. The scent from his cologne was comforting as he came up behind you. Steve’s hard chest pressed against your back and you immediately relaxed. Looking over your shoulder you smiled up at him but Steve’s eyes were on your coworker Paul. Sure he was handsome with his dark brown eyes and matching hair but he wasn’t like Steve. You’d heard rumors around the tower about Paul and his slutty reputation. That was something you weren’t interested in experiencing. Besides, you had Steve, he was the most caring person you’d ever met. Why would you trade down? 

“Captain, how are you doing?” Paul sends an annoyed look Steve’s way.

“I’m doing great Peter, how about you?” 

“It’s Paul actually.” 

“Oh.” Is all Steve replies. “I hope you don’t mind but I came over here to steal my girl.” 

Paul’s smile fades slowly as his eyes bounce between you and Steve. “But we were having such a lovely conversation. Why don’t you join us?”

“Actually Paul I do need to get going. See you on Monday.” 

“Bye, Patrick.” Steve says.

“Come on,” Paul grabs your hand and tries to get you to stay. “We’re having a good time.”

“I’d very much like to spend time with Steve. I’ll see you on Monday.” 

“But-“

“You heard what she said, now let her go.”

Steve takes your hand and leads you out to a quiet area outside so that he can finally spend time with you alone. 

“What was that about?” 

“What?” Steve asks while putting on his most innocent act. 

“That whole snippy attitude back there. And don’t give me those doe eyes, I know what you’re doing.” 

Steve sits down on a lounge chair and pulls you by your hips so that you’re standing between his legs. He looks up at you like you hung the moon and the stars just for him but there’s uncertainty behind it all. You rest your hands on his shoulders and wait for him to say something. 

“I’m sorry. I just hated seeing the way Preston was looking at you and trying to touch you.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the fact that he wouldn’t call him by his actual name.

“Steve, baby, where is this coming from? Did I do or say something to make you feel like this?” 

“No, not at all. It’s just me.” 

“Baby.” You cup his cheeks and make him look up at you. “I only want you. There is no one else in this world that I would want to be with other than you. Not Captain America or Steve Rogers, the leader of the Avengers. I want to be with Steve, the kid from Brooklyn who gets me flowers just cause and who leaves me little notes and doodles around my office just to make me smile. The Steve who would race to my apartment just to get rid of a spider because I’m scared of them. What do I have to do to make you realize that?”

“Nothing. I just need to remember that you see me for who I am.”

“And that I love you no matter what.”

The words wash over him and they calm the storm he’d been creating in his head. “You love me?” Steve said incredulously.

“Of course.” You smile and nod.

Steve stands and pulls you in for a kiss. He leaves you breathless.

“I love you too.” 

You giggle against his lips as you both say those three little words to each other a few more times. Steve pulls away and takes your hand, leading you back in and through the party.

“Where are we going?” You ask with a laugh.

“I’m gonna show you how much I love you.”

When you get to the elevators Steve hits the buttons multiple times. You turn him around and distract him with a kiss. When he pulls back again and looks up he makes eye contact with Paul. With a smirk on his face, Steve palms your ass and kisses you again. 

He really didn’t have a reason to be jealous. You love him and he loved you but the angry face Paul made was still priceless.

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[leakyweep]

Hiii Liv! Since you’re taking requests, could I ask for something sweet n fluffy with one of the compliment prompts - “i’d rather sit in silence with you than do anything with someone else” + Sanji? Thank you!!💙

Lo, my sweet, sweet angel, anything for you <3

Word count; 0.5k

A song that could enhance the reading experience because it matches the vibe; "Some" by Steve Lacy <3

"You don't think I'm boring? I mean... I don't have talents like you guys."

Your question rang out into the air and to Sanji's ears like a harsh bell. It had been so quiet; he had been engulfed in his latest dish, and you had been silently but contentedly reading the cookbook the "Love Cook" had curated himself over his travels.

His hobby interested you; maybe because you had no hobbies. It was interesting that Sanji had his cooking, Zoro had his training, Nami had her map-drawing, yet here you were... only able to look on in quiet enthusiasm.

"My dear, I can't believe you would even utter those words to me," he quipped, turning swiftly on his heel to approach you at the dining table in the ship's cozy kitchen. He gave you a soft, caring smile before settling to one knee before you. His gaze bore into yours adoringly, and as you stared back you watched as his pupils dilated. Even at the sight of you, his heart swelled two sizes.

Maybe it had been a silly question to ask. After all, you were perfect to the man. He had always made that abundantly clear.

Grabbing your hands and placing a tender kiss atop both of them, he continued, "I know you feel as though there's no more to you than what's on the surface, I can assure you there is. you have such a sweet, beautiful soul; one that yearns to observe others. And there lies your talent; discovering the world around you."

Your eyes swelled with joyful tears at the words, your arms swung around his frame to engulf him in your scent, your warmth, your embrace. Sanji only held that gorgeous smile of his as his arms held you around the torso gently. One of his hands caressed your hair, as delicate and caring as if he was handling one of his favorite kitchen knives.

"I would rather sit in silence with you than do anything with anyone else," he whispered in your ear, his breath tickling the soft skin there. "I love the way you watch me cook, how you encourage moss-head while he's working out... the way you observe is more than enough for me. You don't need to say or do anything; you could stand before me silently and as still as a log and I'd still admire everything about you."

You sobbed loving tears into his shoulder and he left soft kisses atop your head as you thanked him and marveled at how you found such a genuine person to stand by your side, even in the doubtful and discouraging moments.

He led you to the stove where his stew was cooking. You stood before him, his chest to your back, guiding your hand as you both stirred the beans and meats together with the broth, creating a delicious smell that wafted through the air.

You loved when he showed and explained to you how he makes his dishes. The way his voice slightly rose talking about what he loved doing, the sparkle in his eyes making them shine with eagerness as he rambled on about ingredients and cooking times and temperature danger zones.

You watched the soup with wondering eyes; and was quickly snapped out of your trance by Sanji's laugh.

"See? You're looking at the soup the same way you look at me!"

[aidaronan]

64 for the spotify wrapped/steddie ficlet thing💕💕💕

So I guess I mixed up these two numbers and you should've gotten the Scary Kids song I used for this fill yesterday lmao So I'm actually giving you #24 because.. oops? At least I managed to actually do a ficlet this time. 64 24 Bad Omens - Death of Peace of Mind

You're in the Walls That I've Made

Tags & Warnings: Angst, spice, angst with a hopeful ending Memories come to him in dreams that won’t let go. Dreams of milky skin slick with sweat, of bodies moving together in the heat, in the cold, in every season between. Teeth sinking into skin, hands tangling in hair and tugging rough. When Eddie wakes up, he swears he can taste Steve on his lips, that he can smell his scent clinging to the pillows, that he can almost imagine that exact way he felt around him. Inside him. Beside him. Fuck, it haunts Eddie all these months later, that he had that hand in his and dared for a fucking second to let it go. But he did. Stumbling barefoot into the kitchen, he rewinds the tape in the answering machine propped up on a stack of unpacked boxes. He listens to the only saved messages. “So it’s about three in the morning and I can’t sleep,” Steve says, voice distorted by phone lines and countless replays. “I told you to go, and I love you and I… I want you to go is the thing. I want you to get out, and I want the whole world to know Eddie Munson can shred or whatever. I want you to be happy, fuck, Eds. I do. But…” There’s a long pause that drags on, filled only by dead air and the quiet mechanical sound of the reels spinning. “But I-” Then the beep of the message cutting off. Eddie counts the seconds before the next message starts. He could mouth along to every word now, match every little rise and fall in Steve’s voice. Every frantic syllable. “I don’t know how to… I want you to go, but I also want to nail your feet to the goddamned floor, you know? Eddie, I can’t. I can’t— ” Steve chokes on his words. “I guess it’s three in the morning so I can pretend it was sleep deprivation or whatever that made me say something so selfish right now but…” Another pause. Click, click, whir. An inhale Eddie can hear even on the tinny tape. When Steve says the last three words, his voice is raspy and soft and worn.

“But don’t go.” The tape beeps again. There’s nothing new after that. Then again, there wouldn’t be. Eddie hasn’t had the phone lines hooked up yet in house he’s been building, the house with room for two. He does have electric though, at least in the kitchen. Which means he can make coffee while he thinks about the dreams. And he can lean against the unpainted cabinets and sip the coffee during the small window he has before all the contractors show up. He can also let his hand slip into his pajama pants while he stares at the framing of a half-wall leading into the living room, can close his eyes and remember counting the beauty marks on Steve’s back while he plunged into him over and over again, while he held Steve’s hips and watched the sweat ruin his perfect hair. Fucking stupid. That’s always how Eddie feels after he comes. Fucking stupid that he left. Fucking stupid that he hasn’t called, that he hasn’t told Steve he haunts him like a ghost, that he’s building this house with walls that can hold him too. Eddie wipes himself clean with a kitchen towel and scrubs a hand over his face, feeling the scarring on his jawline—proof that he can be brave. He just wishes he could remember fucking how. He changes clothes and plays the messages again, unpacking one of the boxes, putting a slew of pictures into actual honest-to-God frames. There's a picture of Eddie and Corroded before they split—half to college, half to Cali to form a new band that would eventually get Eddie build-a-house money.

There's a nice prom night 8x10 of Eddie and Chrissy after Supergirl somehow literally pulled her back from the grave. There's the Hellfire Club too in all it's 1986 glory.

Eddie fills frame after frame with memories old and new. But he saves the big collage frame for last, saves all the pictures he’d bought it for so he can put off the way they'll make him feel, so he can savor them at the same time. Even holding them tastes bittersweet on the back of his tongue.

They're all Steve. Group shots, Polaroids, photo strips from the mall. Some are with the kids, some are with the girls or the whole crew. The one Eddie fits into the slot dead center though? That’s just the two of them, casual enough Eddie won’t have to pay off any of the construction crew, or so it looks anyway. Because as casual and just-friends as he and Steve seem to be in the photo, they'd had their hands in each others' pockets behind their backs, arms crisscrossed, skin warm where they'd touched. The tip of his thumb aching, Eddie finishes bending all the little metal tabs that hold on the back of the frame, realizing as soon as it's done that he’s put the whole damn thing back together upside-down. It startles a wet laugh out of him, breaking open an ache that has never left his chest.

An ache that spills and spills, bottomless, gnawing, maddening. It takes the sharp edges of his car keys digging into his palm for him to realize he’s grabbed them. It’s a mile or so to the nearest payphone. His tires squeal on the pavement. His brain squeals in his skull. Hands shaking, he drops half his change onto the concrete, but he knows the goddamned number by heart. He dials it perfectly.

Ring.

Ring. “Hello,” Steve says, and Eddie feels like he’s been punched in the gut. For several long seconds, he thinks he might not be able to talk after all, that he got this far only to fumble it in the end. His tongue feels two sizes to large. His throat too small.

"Hello?"

Eddie sucks in a breath and squeezes his eyes shut, summoning the Eddie who once faced the hoard, who chose to die and lived. Who chose to die and loved.

When he speaks, it feels like he's trying to use muscles he hasn't used in centuries, coaxing them back into motion so he can rasp out a single sound, swift as a spear slicing through the night: “Steve.”

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

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summary - after a long day of doing his job, cupid steve is stopped by a beautiful woman. one that leaves him a whimpering mess, one that is also his happily ever after.

warning - sub steve, dom reader, oral sex, swearing, slightly public, teasing, angst, fluff, sex with cupid, steve sorta feels bad about himself.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Steve had just finished shooting people with arrows, smiling sadly as he watched all of these people fall in love, wondering if he would ever get that. Steve had realised that being Cupid made finding love harder, especially when women would see his size. He knew he wasn’t like most men. He was small and shy.

He dodged the many dancing bodies as he began to head to the exit, not noticing that your eyes had been on him the whole night. You step out of the shadows, and your sleeveless tight black dress catches Steve’s attention, causing his breath to hitch. He takes in the laced sides, black heels matched with your see-through tights, and black gloves. Steve feels his eyes nearly bug out of his head when he notices how well the dress fits your body, forming perfectly around your breasts and hugging your mouthwatering figure.

“Hey, Pretty Boy. Where are you going looking so glum?” His mouth opens and closes as he focuses on your plump red lips. He wondered how they would feel against his skin. Steve felt like he was staring too long, but you looked like a goddess with how you looked, how your perfectly curled hair fell to your shoulders, your red shaded lips spread into the prettiest smile he’s ever seen. “Hmm? Haven’t found yourself a pretty girl to dance with?” You circle him, your eyes scanning his small form, causing Steve to squirm.

Steve gulps. He shakes his head, and his palms become clammy as your sweet scent enters his senses. “N–no, I’m not–” You press a perfectly manicured finger to his lips, smirking slightly as he squirms.

“It’s okay, Sugar. I’m glad no one’s snatched up a sweet little thing like you.” You lean in, your breath blowing softly against his ear. “Means I get to have you all to myself.” You look deep into his ocean-coloured eyes, a dark glint in your eyes as his face becomes flushed. “Would you like that, Sugar? Would you like to be all mine? Have me devour and worship you? Would you like that, Pretty Boy?”

Steve feels his pants tighten, nodding slowly as you drag a nail down his cheek and neck. Your wicked smile pulls him deeper into the darkness the more he stares. “I–I would… Like that… But, I’m” He looks down at himself, suddenly full of sadness, before he looks back into your eyes. “Haven’t you seen me? I’m not what women want.”

You smile sadly, hand moving down until you rest it on his side, the feel of silk beneath your fingertips. “Oh, Sugar. You’re perfect. Now, what do you say we get out of here?” You move closer. Pressing your body against him, and a shocked gasp escapes you when you feel his impressive bulge. “Oh, we definitely need to get out of here. I didn’t know you were packing, Pretty Boy.” When you press your palm into his bulge, a whimper leaves Steve, and he nods frantically. 

“Y–yes, yes, please.” He felt his member throb and twitch from your touch, his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head, and his knees almost give out. Steve’s hand latches onto your arm, pressing himself closer to you. “Please, please.” 

You stroke his cheek with your other hand, continuing to press into his swelling cock. “You’re such a good boy, Sugar. C’mon, we can’t exactly have you a whimpering mess in such a public place, now, can we?” Steve shakes his head, his mind becoming too fuzzy even to think. A pained whimper escapes him when you remove your hand, placing it into his as you lead him out of the room and into the lobby. You lead Steve to the elevator, and the minute the door shut. You pounce, covering his flushed neck with nips and kisses. 

You push him against the wall, your tongue lapping at his sweet spot, sucking it into your mouth and feeling your core throb as moans fall from his lips. Steve doesn’t know where to put his hands, clenching and unclenching them as you continue to make him feel the most intense pleasure. “P–please.” 

You pull away, and your lust-filled eyes meet his half-lidded ones. You lean close, lips inches away from his, but not touching. “Please, what, Sugar? What do you want, hmm?” He whimpers, and his mouth opens as he’s about to reply, but he’s cut off by the elevator doors opening. “C’mon, Pretty Boy. Maybe you can tell me what you want in my room.” You grab hold of his hand again, dragging him along before you reach the door to your room. You let his hand go for a split second to open it before grabbing hold of him again.

Steve’s eyes take in how pretty the room is, not being able to look for long as you drag him to the bedroom. His heart skips a beat, not believing his luck. You softly push him onto the soft bed, his eyes wide as he watches you teasingly strip from your dress. Steve’s mouth drops open, and his eyes slowly drag down your form. “You… You’re so beautiful….” He blinks and then blinks again. His widened eyes shot up and met yours, “I–I’m sorry!” 

You smirk, slowly moving toward him and leaning over. You begin to stroke his cheek with your hand, “It’s okay, Sugar.” He struggles to keep eye contact with you, which is extremely hard as your plump breasts sit perfectly, and your bare cunt is on display for all to see. Your gloves and heels are still on, and your dress and tights are piled on the floor as you kneel on the bed and crawl toward Steve. “So, Pretty Boy. What do you want?” 

Steve’s mouth opens and closes, feeling his member strain against his pants more at the sight of you. “Y–you… I want you.” He gasps, eyes closing as your lips touch his. His hand moves until it rests on the back of your head, his other gripping your hip. His head tilts back slightly as your lips move together, and a soft whimper escapes him when your tongue slithers into his awaiting mouth. Your hand moves slowly, travelling up his thigh and to his twitching member. You palm it, enjoying the cute little whimpers that leave him. Your fingers begin to unzip his zipper, freeing his impressive cock. 

“Well, well. How do you manage to get around with this in your pants? Huh, Sugar?” Steve blabbers, mouth hanging open as you stroke his base, thumb swirling around his leaking tip. Collecting some of his arousal and placing your thumb into your mouth, eyes connected with his as you suck, Steve feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. You move down his body, face levelled with the thick member. “So pretty, so big.” His hips jerk as you run your fingers along his base. “I must be the luckiest woman alive.” When your eyes connect, you smirk and lean forward. Your tongue pokes out and laps the arousal from his thick mushroom tip. “You taste so good, Sugar.” You swirl it around before you wrap your lips around his cockhead, sucking him into your mouth.

“Oh! Oh! P–please… too– much!” Steve arches, his member sliding deeper into your mouth the more his hips jerk. The pleasure becomes too much as you continue to suck. His hands grip whatever he can, his vision turning white. “Oh, please! Y–you are a goddess!” His eyes connect with yours, causing his balls to tighten as he watches your tongue swirl around his cock, before you slowly make your way down to his heavy sacks. Steve sees his life flash before his eyes as you suck them into your mouth, swirling and rolling your tongue as your hand comes up to stroke his wet cock. Steve felt his thighs clench and unclench as you continued to switch between sucking his soul out through his cock and massaging his balls with your wonderfully talented mouth. 

You pull away, hands still working their magic as you stare at him with a sultry look. “Cum for me, Sugar. Let me swallow all of you, milk you dry until you are nothing but a whimpering mess.” With those words and your mouth wrapping itself around his swollen tip again, Steve goes blind, blacking out for a split second as he spills into your mouth, ropes of cum shooting out of him. You clench around nothing as his sweet moans fill the room, fingers tangled in your hair as he loses himself. You pull away, lapping up the rest of his cum and licking your lips. Steve blinks, finally getting his vision back, his chest rapidly moving up and down as he tries to catch his breath. His pretty blues connect with yours as you smirk. A gasp escapes him as you wrap your hand around his hardening cock. “Aren’t you a good boy? Wanna cum deep inside me, Pretty Boy?” His cock twitches and throbs beneath your palm, eyes rolling back as he nods. “Words, Sugar. Be a good boy for me.”

Steve whimpers, “Yes, yes, please! Please, can I cum deep inside you? I’ll be so good, your good boy!” His breath hitches when his gaze lands on your kneeled position. The soft moonlight hitting your skin makes you look eternal. Your smudged red lipstick and tousled hair causes Steve’s heart to beat rapidly in his chest, never having seen someone so beautiful, so flawless in his whole existence. It felt as though he had finally found his missing piece and was ready to give himself over to you: his heart, mind and soul, everything in the entire universe.

You smile, crawling on top of him and positioning his cock at your entrance. “Good boy. My sweet boy.” Yours and Steve’s eyes roll to the back of your head as you sink down, “Oh, my pretty boy. You feel so good stretching me out. You should feel proud of yourself. Especially with this monster between your legs.” A pleasured moan escapes you. Steve’s head is thrown back as he feels you throb and squeeze him. Steve grips your hips, whimpering, and his hips try to jerk up as you refuse to move. “Uh ah, Sugar. What’s the magic word?” 

Steve groans as you roll your hips, your nails digging into his chest as you wait for the magic word. “Please, please! I’ll be a good boy. Please just move!” A whimper leaves him as you move, rolling and bouncing, his thick member sliding in and out of you as you ride him. “Oh, s–so good!” He felt his whole world explode, never having experienced pleasure like this before. His hips began to jerk up, unable to control himself as the feel of your warm, heaven-like cunt seduced him into a slobbering mess. 

“You feeling alright, Pretty Boy?” You breathe out, slowing down your pace because you enjoy how he begs you to pick up the pace. How he’d whimper as he tried jerking his hips, tried to move your hips desperately, but gives up because he felt so weak. You roll your hips slowly, and your head tilts back when you feel him brushing up against your g-spot. Steve whimpers. Soft pleas escape him. 

“O–oh, please move, please. I’ll do anything!” You lean down, bringing him into a deep passionate kiss as you begin to pick up the pace, swallowing the sweet sounds that escape him, bringing the both of you as much pleasure as possible. Your moans fall from your lips and into Steve’s, enjoying how his gifted cock hits all of your sweet spots. 

You begin to feel your walls clenching around him, pulsating as you get closer to your climax. “Pretty Boy, cum for me.” You whisper into his ear before moving down and pressing heavy kisses on his neck. Marking him as yours, you moan softly against his flesh as pleasured sounds escape him. His hips stutter, and his hands grip your hips as he buries himself deep inside you. His cock twitches and throbs, balls tightening, his back arches and large ropes of cum shoot out of him, filling you to the brim. Leaving Steve a whimpering mess as you pulsate wildly around him and cum, your arousal leaking out of you, covering the poor man underneath. 

As you both come down from your blissful endings, you shakily remove Steve’s softening cock from your sopping cunt and fall beside him, your fingers finding their way to your mouth as you lick the both of you off of them. Your eyes connect with exhausted blue ones that are focused on your arousal-covered fingers. Your hand slowly moves toward his awaiting mouth, gently sliding your fingers inside and connecting eyes as he moans, lapping your juices up like it’s his last meal. “Next time, I’ll let you feast on me, but only if you are a good boy.”

Steve whimpers and his head falls back into the pillow as your fingers slip from his mouth. “I–I’m Steve, by the way….” He stares at you, wondering how you could look even more beautiful. He watches you smile, moving closer to him, and your still-gloved hand strokes his cheek, causing his eyes to flutter closed. 

“Such a pretty name for a pretty man.” You lean forward and place a kiss on his plump lips. “I’m Y/n, Sugar, and I’m so glad I found you after all this time. I thought I had lost you.” His eyes slowly open, brows furrowed as he looks at you confused. He feels strangely safe as you stroke his skin. “I’ve been watching you… Ever since I saw you shoot your cute little arrows into my friend and her now fiance and then fly away with your adorable wings. I had always wondered when you’d shoot me and give me my happily ever after.” You stare deep into his eyes as you whisper the next part. “But, now I finally understand… You were always meant to be my happily ever after.” 

Steve could feel tears beginning to form, wondering how he had gotten so lucky after all this time of wondering if he was destined to be forever alone. He reaches his hand out and cups your cheek, feeling his heart warm when you lean into his touch, smiling at him. Not being able to find the right words, Steve finds the courage to lean forward and lock his lips with yours, eyes fluttering closed as they move with one another passionately. 

You break from the kiss, and a soft whisper leaves you. “My Pretty Boy.”

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Reunions

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Stephen?" Sam called as he stepped into the building, quickly closing the door behind him. He looked around, seeing there were grand split stairs that led to an upstairs part of the Sanctorum. A set of stairs between the split stairs led downstairs to a basement.

It was quiet and Sam had no idea what to do. He had tossed his phone so he couldn't be tracked, and it wasn't like there was a bell he could ding to get Sorcerer's attention.

He decided he might as well start searching the place. His best bet would be to find a library if there was one. He knew there was one in Kamar-Taj- he had seen it. But he had no idea if there was one here.

Probably, right? Stephen ran the place.

"Sam?" Stephen's voice laced with surprise said at the top of the stairs. He floated down to him with the red cape and settled in front of him. "What's wrong? Your face." Stephen touched the bruise lightly with his fingers. "We have ice in the k-"

Sam fell forwards into Stephen, wrapping his arms around him tightly, and just breathing in his scent.

"What's wrong bubs?" Stephen asked softly, pulling Sam back so he could look him in the eyes. "What happened with the Avengers?"

"How much time do you have?" Sam asked wryly.

"For you I have all the time in the world." Stephen smiled a little.

Stephen led him to the bedroom, which was huge. Sam and him sat on the bed and he reiterated the entire story. He started with the mission in Lago with Rumlow, mostly because it ended with Rumlow. It seemed fitting that way, almost poetic.

He released a deep breath when he reached the end. "I couldn't. . . If Steve hadn't shown up she would have been. . . right in front of me and I couldn't do a damn thing. I felt so useless."

"It's okay." Stephen kissed the top of his head. "It all worked out in the end. Do you know if she's okay?"

"Steve took her to Wakanda." Sam sighed. "I hope she is okay."

"I can find out for you." Stephen said softly. "Stark is a very public person after all. I'm sure if anything happens one way or another it will be made public."

Sam sighed and nodded, "Thank you." After a moment he said, "I need to pack."

"Pack? Why?" Stephen asked, confused.

Sam chuckled, "You were listening, right photographic memory guy? I'm a criminal now. On the run. I can't stay here."

Stephen smirked, "You did forget I'm a Sorcerer right?"

"Wizard." Sam corrected and Stephen rolled his eyes.

"This building is protected. No one can get in. You're safe here. Well, safe from non-sorcerer's. Now if some bad sorcerer's attack that another story." Stephen sighed, "But I don't think there's many of those left."

Sam looked at him. "And I can stay?"

"Of course you can." Stephen said, pulling him completely into his arms. "I'll keep you safe."

Sam smiled, turning his head into Stephen's chest. "I love you Steph."

"I love you too bubs." Stephen said softly, kissing the top of his head again. "Get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake."

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"You sure about this?" Steve asked as he approached Bucky, who was sitting on the examination table. He was wearing a white tank top and white sweatpants, matching the white aesthetic of the room. His metal arm had been removed and capped with black cloth.

"I can't trust my own mind." Bucky answered. "So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back under is the best thing." Steve nodded, "For everybody."

Steve did his best not to cry. He'd promised he wouldn't do that so Bucky didn't feel any guilt or feel bad about going into cryo. But Steve had just gotten him back, he didn't want to lose him so soon. Who knew how long this was going to take?

Well, he had waited many years before. He could wait a few more years. And who knew? Wakanda was more advanced than anyone suspected. Perhaps it would be only months.

He stepped closer, leaning in and lightly kissing Bucky on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you too." Bucky said, then pulled Steve into a deeper kiss. "That's how you do it punk."

Steve smiled.

But his heart felt as heavy as a rock as he watched the glass shield rise up before him, air hissing as Bucky closed his eyes, turning to ice.

T'Challa found him staring out the windows onto the Wakandan plane. "Thank you for this." Steve spoke first, looking out at the beautiful forest. Y/N was even on her way home, in fact she might've even been hugging Tony at this moment. Steve smiled a little, thinking of the Princess of Asgard and how much she would have liked Wakanda too.

"Your soulmate and my father, they were both victims. If I can help one of them find peace. . ."

"You know, if they find out he's here. . . they'll come for him." Steve fretted.

"Let them try."

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"Y/N" Tony hugged you as tightly as you stepped off of the Wakandan air ship. General Ross was waiting in the background, official paperwork in his hands. "Fuck I'm so glad that you're okay."

"Mommy!" Everleigh came toddling over the grass, a barbie doll in her hands. She was crying as you scooped her up into your arms. "Mommy you're home!"

"Hi sweetheart." You whispered, crying yourself, kissing her forehead over and over again, "Yeah, I'm home."

"You are aware that you left The Raft, where you were imprisoned." General Ross said, stepping forwards, clearing his throat.

"Not in front of my daughter." Tony hissed under his breath to the General. "We said we wouldn't do it in front of our daughter."

General Ross sighed and raised his eyebrows. You looked down at Everleigh, wiping her tears from her cheeks. "Where is your Uncle Rhodey?"

"He's inside." Everleigh answered.

"Can you go join him for a moment? Daddy and I will be inside in a moment. We just have to talk to Mr. Ross, okay?"

You put her down on the grass and she toddled back off to the Avengers Compound. General Ross opened up the paper.

"Are you aware," You started angrily. "That Brock Rumlow, who you declared deceased came into The Raft, broke open my cell, half beat me to death while trying to rape me? And that the only reason I'm okay is because Steve Rogers saved me?"

"He cut Rumlows' head off with a shield." General Ross bit off.

"Good." Tony snapped. "He deserved it."

"Stark has managed to persuade the judges to not put you back in. If you agree to a court date and sign these papers, you will stay out. You will be put under house arrest for five years."

Five years without stepping off the Avengers Compound? You sucked in breath and sighed, "Fine."

You were given the paperwork, which Tony immediately took from your hands, "We'll send it in." He hooked his arm over your shoulders, steering you away from the General.

"Next time I see Rogers I'll have to thank him." Tony said once you were inside the building, coming to a stop and pulling you into a tighter hug than before. "Fuck I was terrified when I heard."

"I'm okay." You smiled, "It. . . is kind've blurry if I'm going to be honest. Steve was there pretty quickly. And they took very good care of me. . . where we went." You said, knowing that the entire place was probably under surveillance now.

"Y/N! Hey!" Rhodey greeted you. He was wearing a leg brace on his left leg, though not on his right.

"Hey." You said, hugging him tightly and then checking him out. "How are the legs?"

"Fine." Rhodey waved it away. "Your friend is a good healer."

You smiled a little and then looked around. It seemed a lot quieter than before, emptier as well. "Who else is here?"

Rhodey hesitated and then answered, "Just us."

"Not even Vision? Or Nat?" You asked in shock, trying to remember who else had been on Tony's side of the war. The spider kid probably had his own family and he had never been in the Compound before anyways.

"Visions gone. We think he might've gone underground with Wanda." Tony sighed. "It makes sense considering they're soulmates. And um, Nat's on the run too. She turned on T'Challa to help Steve and Barnes escape."

You wanted to scream and rip your hair out at the same time. The Accords had torn you all apart. But you were still certain that you had been on the right side. The Avengers shouldn't have to give up their rights as heroes. General Ross had wanted to put Tony in jail just for not bringing them in. That was what you and the others had been trying to stop.

"I'm sorry." You sighed. You looked between the two of them. "I'm sorry you got hurt, both of you. I'm sorry I had to fight the two of you but. . . but I would fight it again. Because I feel that I fought for the right thing. I'm sorry we disagree."

Tony sighed, rubbing your shoulder, "I understand Pumpkin. I really do. And maybe. . . yeah maybe I saw some concerning things afterwards. Maybe I do see why you didn't want to sign. But I also think I'm still on the right side. We just have to live with that."

You smiled a little and then said, "Alright. That's settled. Now, how about we go and find Everleigh and just. . . be a family again? All of us?"

"That, sounds like an amazing idea." Tony said.

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"Where's Thor?" Elizabeth asked as she stepped into the library. She rolled her shoulders, feeling exhausted. She hoped that Bucky got the treatment that he needed from T'Challa and that he and Steve lived a happily ever after like they deserved.

"Is that really how you greet your master after being on Midgard for so long?" Loki purred, a smirk on his face to show he was- mostly- joking.

Elizabeth came over, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek, before looking over his shoulder at the scrolls he was reading. "What are these about?"

"The foreseeable downfall of Asgard." Loki sighed. "Odin is gone, Thor is off fighting Surtur, trying to gain what we need to stop the fall of our kingdom."

Elizabeth smoothed his black curls away from his face, "How long have you been up sweetheart?"

"I didn't want to sleep without you." Loki admitted softly. "You know I can't."

"I'm sorry." Elizabeth said, sitting down next to him.

"No." Loki shook his head. "You did what you needed to do. And I wasn't going to stop you. That man you went to help. . . James. You did it because of me."

Elizabeth looked up at him under her lashes and smiled a little. "Yeah, I did."

Loki rolled up the scroll and set it away, reaching for her hand, "And did you do what you needed to?"

"Yes. There is a new man there, his name is Vision. He's the robot that Thor created and he has the yellow stone- the mind stone- in his forehead. I can't see any way of removing it without killing him and Wanda, his soulmate, is to powerful to stop. Sam's soulmate, Stephen, has the time stone. But those are the only ones on Earth I believe." Elizabeth said calmly.

"We are fighting two battles pet." Loki sighed. "And we may lose one."

Elizabeth leaned into him, closing her eyes. "But, we have today. So let's go to bed and be together. This can wait a few more hours."

Loki picked the scroll up and then stood up. Elizabeth went with him. "Just for a little while then."

Elizabeth slipped her hand into his and the two of them left the library.

"Are the kids asleep?" She asked as they neared the bed chambers. Guards lined the doors, nodding to them- her- as they passed.

"Yes, do you want to see them?" Loki asked, pausing in front of their daughters door.

"I won't be but a moment." Elizabeth squeezed his hand. "I'll meet you in our chambers. . . master."

Loki smirked and strode down the hallway. Elizabeth slipped into her childrens room. They were both fast asleep and she kissed their foreheads. They stirred, but didn't wake, and she thought about Earth.

She missed the planet. It had been wonderful to be back down there again. She sighed, smoothing her daughters hair back from her forehead and leaving the room slowly.

Bucky.

Steve.

She paused in her tracks and sighed, looking out at the glorious moon through the glass windows.

Well, it didn't matter anyways. She was happy here. She loved Loki more than anything or anyone besides her children. Bucky and Steve were not meant for her anyways. If they were, she would have been soulmated to them in the first place.

She chuckled a little to herself and then hurried down to the bed chambers.

Besides, she loved Loki more.

And they had a long life together ahead of them.

[medusapelagia]

L - Leash [NSFW]

L is for Lemon (@lemonhitsu). Thank you so much for being always super supportive (especially when I feel down)💜!

I hope you will enjoy your present 🎁!

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Steve /Billy T: leash, collar, anal sex, can be read as a sequel to K-Kink or as a stand alone Words: 1181

Billy stares at the list Steve gave him. 

They have tried a few things from the list, adding some and deleting others, but there is a word that stands out in Steve's list and that is carved in Billy's brain: leash.

A leash that obviously implies a collar, and this is why Billy has gone to the shop Robin told them, alone, and has come back with a thick black leather collar and his matching leash that are now buried under his socks in the last drawer.

"Communication is key." The owner of the shop told Billy when he saw how nervous he was "If your partner doesn't like it you can return it and find something else... together."

As if Billy would have ever been seen in a fucking sexy shop with Harrington, tsk.

The problem is that now that he owns the terrible object he has to show it to Steve and asks him if he wants to… no, no fucking way.

Billy hides the list on his night table, deciding to ignore it even if he can’t stop thinking about it: the strong smell of the leather, the weight of the collar on Steve's skin, the desire to possess his boyfriend, to parade him around like a prized dog.

Billy gets back to the kitchen and makes an easy dinner, trying to concentrate on something else than the image of Steve naked and collared in their bed, but it doesn’t matter how hard he tries, his dirty mind keeps going back to the same image.

He looks at the way Steve’s throat bobs while they eat their dinner and all he can think about is that he would love to yank him from the leather collar and drag him to their room with the black leash that he bought; make him kneel at his feet, or tying him at the door and jerk off while staring at him.

“Billy?” Steve’s voice interrupts his thoughts.

“What?” he growls too aggressively.

“Are you ok? You seem a little bit off.” Steve asks while he takes their plates to the sink.

“I’m fine, why?”

Steve remains in silence for a long moment then he whispers “I wanted to try something today, but if you are not up to it it’s fine.”

“Something like… what?”

Steve blushes “Can I… can I show you?”

Billy is intrigued, whatever Steve is going to propose the answer is going to be yes: anything to cool off the steam and get his stupid fantasies out of his mind. What he is not expecting is to find a familiar bag on their bed.

“What’s that?”

“Open it.”

Billy takes the bag and inside there is a brown leather collar with a matching leash.

“What’s this?”

“A collar?” Steve asks, confused.

“I’m not going to put on your fucking collar!” Billy growls far too harshly and Steve shakes his head “It’s not for you.” he explains, taking the collar and giving it to Billy “It’s for me, but I’d like you to put it on me… if it’s not too much.”

Too much? That’s a fucking dream coming true!

“Are you sure?”

Steve nods and kneels at Billy’s feet as he has done dozens of times in the last few weeks.

“Do you want me to treat you like a dog?”

The chestnut boy shakes his head “Not tonight.” He replies “Tonight I want to be your good boy.”

Billy cards his fingers through Steve’s hair “You are always my good boy, aren’t you?”

Steve blushes, feeling both humiliated and aroused from his position between Billy’s tights.

Billy yanks him from the leash until Steve’s face is resting in the crotch of his pants, breathing Billy’s musky scent.

“Will you do whatever I ask from you, pet?” Billy asks with a little grin in his eyes.

“I will, master.” and Billy’s dick twitches at the honorific.

“What if I want you to stay here like that all night long? What if I want to come on your body and nothing more?”

“You are my master, you know what’s best for me.” Steve replies, his eyes half closed. He looks so good like this, so relaxed against Billy’s tight, his breath calm and quiet, and somehow all that Billy wants is to disrupt him, make him beg for more.

“You look so good like this Steve.” he praises him “I’d like to bring you outside, to show to everyone how amazing my pet is, how special and how good. Because that’s what you are, aren’t you sweet thing? You are just a good boy. You waited for your master all day just to show him what you bought for him. So good to me. And good boys need to be filled, don't they?” Billy asks, lifting Steve from his leash and the boy follows the pull until he is resting in Billy’s lap.

With one hand he yanks Steve’s collar and, with the other one, Billy caresses his back sending shivers toward the boy’s back.

“So good.” Billy praises him again and finally, everything clicks: Steve is completely relaxed because he knows that he is safe in Billy’s hold and the blond guy’s need to prevail is finally satisfied. Everything is quiet while they hold each other: Steve is free from the obligation to be the strong one and Billy is the owner of his life as he always wanted to be.

He drags Steve toward the bed and gently releases the leash, even if Steve complains loudly “No whining, babe, I want to fuck you out of your mind and I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” he tells him sternly, throwing the leash somewhere.

Billy regrets that he can’t kiss Steve’s neck, especially that spot just behind his right ear that makes him moan so sweetly, but the smell of the brown leather makes him even more excited.

He bites the skin over his collarbone and Steve whines again, trembling between his arms and Billy holds him like he was the most precious thing that he ever possessed.

Possessed.

The realization strikes Billy like thunder.

He possesses Steve, but in a good way, in the way that he makes the other boy squirm between his arms while he bites and sucks his nipples, in the way he surrenders his body and his mind, in the way he opens himself to Billy and Billy takes everything Steve gives him: his moan, his whispers, his prayers, and then makes love to him, because even when he spanks him or yanks him from his collar all that Billy gives him is his love, that sometimes is too harsh and others too cold but it always come from Billy’s heart.

Steve comes with a loud moan and Billy quickly follows him, proud to have given pleasure to his boy.

He cleans his boyfriend and removes the collar before they fall asleep. Billy’s last thought is that he will have to go back to the store to change his purchase and this time, maybe, he will be brave enough to go with Steve.

[xxxevilfilms]

Okay hear me out… Yandere!Devil Jin/Jin x Hwoarang but like romantic but a little fucked up…? Devil Jin being the part of Jin that drives him to keep fighting (and kinda “keep tabs on” aka stalk) Hwoarang because he subconsciously loves the contact and scent of his sweat and noises Hwoarang makes and tasting his blood off of him and he just “kinda” got carried away that ONE TIME but at least he stopped himself from killing him and he becomes more obsessed with Hwoarang and possessive after he saves him from the grenade in Tekken 7 and even more in Tekken 8 when Hwoarang tells Jin that Devil Jin is just another part of him <3 I imagine Devil Jin being all of the wild, perverted, emotional, creepy/obsessive, sadomasochistic, and selfish parts of Jin that he represses so hard (for example he’s seen how Steve talks to Hwoarang and has decided he Does Not Like Him) and being turned on by at the idea that Hwoarang can handle and even enjoy the dark side of him and adoring his feisty-ness. Also they choke eachother. If I could draw, I would draw Devil Jin losing himself in riding Hwoarang’s dick with his hands wrapped around Hwoarang’s throat. Based off how he is in game compared to Jin, I imagine he’d be sexually and emotionally unrestrained and dramatic lol Alright, I could keep going but I’m gonna cut it here, feel free to use creative liberties here, you’re an amazing writer and I trust you, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

Split Lips | Jin Kazama/Devil Jin x Hwoarang

Summary: Hwoarang comes home to a hungry devil who isn't used to being alone for more than a few minutes.

Warnings: Possessive Behavior, Blood (lots of biting and anal bleeding), Yandere, Auto-Erotic Asphyxiation

Kinks: Very Rough Anal Sex (No Lube), Sadism/Masochism, Dirty Talk, Blood, Yandere/Bottom!Jin, Dom/Top!Hwoarang

A/N: Hwoarang has a yandere situationship with Jin who's really bad at being subtle about it, but Hwoarang tolerates it cuz at least the sex is good. I tried doing a thing where Hwoarang is kinda the dom in this scenario and Jin is the obsessive, sadomasochistic brat who loves pushing his buttons, so hopefully I portrayed that well. Hope you enjoy!

Jin is fucking crazy and Hwoarang is okay with that.

Jin tries to be subtle about it, but Hwoarang is aware of the piercing gaze that follows him at all hours of the day and the fleeting, intrusive touches that rake his flesh at the dead of night when Jin thinks he isn't paying attention. Any sane person would try to bridge a reasonable gap between themselves and their stalker (boy?)friend for their own safety and sanity, but Hwoarang, against his better health, likes it. It's hard to find any guy or girl who can match his freak, and Jin, despite his tendencies, is the only idiot in the world dumb enough to keep up with him.

The bites on his neck and the scratches on his back are worth the hassle is what he tells himself.

After a long session in the gym that is supervised by a lurking devil who thinks Hwoarang isn't watching him, Hwoarang comes home to black feathers and rummaged belongings. He ignores it in favor of going to his room to rest his legs, where that same devil quietly waits for him, quick to approach Hwoarang as if he wasn't just eyeing him like a piece of meat hours ago. Hwoarang has a mind to call him out on it, but knows Jin will play coy, acting like he's doing his best to keep Hwoarang out of trouble.

He doesn't shoo Jin away when he hugs him from behind, nose tucked into the crook of his neck, smelling him too deeply for comfort. It sends a shiver down his spine, aggravated further by wet, white teeth that nibble at his skin.

“I was starting to think you forgot about me,” He says, needy like a teenager. “You were supposed to be home an hour ago.”

“I gotta life outside of you, ya know,” Hwoarang turns to face him, patting his cheek. It's red and warm beneath his palm. “You're gonna have to get used to that eventually, creep.”

“I'm used to routine,” Jin grabs his wrist, holds it to his lips. “You should be as well.”

“Needy bitch,” Hwoarang smirks, heart beating in his throat when those same teeth threaten to pierce his flesh. “You should learn how to mind your business.”

“Your business is my business,” He bites him finally, drawing blood that runs down his arm, drips to the floor. It hurts, but it hurts in ways that never fails to make his cock throb. “Just as your body is my body and your soul is my soul,” He licks his wrist clean. “We are one and the same, you and I. Don't forget that.”

“That's a pretty way of saying you wanna wear my skin.”

“Don't say that,” Jin regards him like prey, gaze hungry and wanton. “It might just happen.”

“Creepy fuck...” His lips curl when he pulls his arm from him. “What, you want me to say sorry? Is that it? Sorry for not having my dick out for you 24/7?”

“That's a start,” He hurries to grab his waist, desperate for contact. “Your neglect has left me starved. I can only think of a few ways that you can rectify that.”

“Tsk,” He sucks his teeth, horny, sick of playing games now. He grabs Jin by his neck to drag him to the bed, leaving him with bruises when he throws him on the mattress. Jin seems pleased, and spreads his legs for him so he can get at the teeming cock that peeks through the leg of his boxers. Hwoarang smirks at that and preys on Jin like a rabid animal then, the way Jin wants to get fucked.

“You’re such a slut for cock,” He leans down, bites so hard into his shoulder he tastes blood. “Can’t even last a day without a dick up your ass.”

“Finally, you take responsibility for your mess...” Jin moans, clinging to his back with sharpened claws this time. “Take me, anata, make me--”

“I don’t remember taking orders from you, bitch.” Hwoarang is back to holding his throat, squeezing so hard that it makes Jin gasp. “You’ll get my cock when you get it.”

He can feel Jin tremble beneath his touch, prick throbbing against Hwoarang’s thigh. God, he’s such a creeper, but fuck did it make him hot.

Hwoarang lets go of him, reluctant to do so since he likes seeing Jin choke, but forgets about it in time. He busies himself with stripping Jin of his clothes, peeling off a tight tank top and suffocating underwear to get at what he wants most. Jin is too thrilled by what Hwoarang makes of him and pounces on him, calling upon his devil’s strength to switch positions with his companion. Hwoarang shakes his head then, dazed by how fast Jin had manipulated them, and looks up at the younger man to tell him off, but is greeted by sunken pools of gold that stare back at him with barely contained lust.

“Fuck...” Hwoarang shifts a little. “Couldn’t hold it back, huh?”

“Your fault.” He fans out his wings. “We’re hungry.”

“Too hungry to get wet for me, too?”

“No time,” He uses those claws to shred his boxers. “Your body calls to us.”

Hwoarang chuckles at that, enjoying the idea of Jin hurting himself. He doesn’t stop him nor chide him for his haste, too horny to care too much about Jin’s health, and lets him be. The beast kneeling above him doesn’t seem to care for his own well being either and is quick to sit down on his length to impale himself, moaning like a spent whore. Hwoarang watches him with bated breath, at the trickle of red that leaves a searing trail down his shaft, and gives Jin the defilement he so desperately needs from him.

“Lookit you,” Hwoarang grasps his hips and pounds him good and slow, earning pained moans and breathless whines. “Ruining your cunt like this...” A slap to his ass has him crying like a baby.

“You hurt us so good, pet...” His claws slide up his stomach, his chest. “Can we do the same to you?” He licks his lips when he presses his thumbs into his Adam's apple. “Can we see you weep for us...?”

Hwoarang’s breath hitches. The pressure on his neck is suffocatingly tight, makes his cheeks hot and his head hurt, working him up.

“Oh, yes,” Jin moves easily now, beating wings scattering loose feathers in his ecstasy. “Fuck us, rape us, make us bleed,” His grip grows tighter, like a vice. “Tear us apart...”

Hwoarang’s eyes roll into head, spit falling from his lips as he’s choked out by this limitless evil who rides his cock like it’s the only thing in the world that matters to him. Such delicious, painful torture makes the older man plow him faster, hips splattering blood and slick along ivory skin he wishes he can bite into. Instead, Hwoarang gets off to the visual, to the hands crushing his throat, until he finally reaches his limit.

He fucks his come into his ruined hole, seed mixing with his pain. It drips from his ass in pink streaks and messes his crotch, but he can’t find the will to care. 

“So soon, anata?” Jin lets go of Hwoarang’s neck to beat his bouncing prick off. “We’re hardly done with you... Not yet. We need more, we need you.”

“You slut...” Hwoarang coughs a little, soothing bruises with his fingers. “Who the fuck said I was done with your greedy ass, huh?”

Jin smiles, a full one that shows off sharp teeth and a pointed tongue, the same smile that Hwoarang stares at when he offers his mouth to his stalker’s plump cock to finish him off. It’s evil, demented, unholy in every which way, and yet Hwoarang, in his pursuit of forbidden pleasure he can never hope to experience with anyone else, can never get enough of it.

[billyharringson]

I've fallen in love with this Siren AU and after completing the prologue (which I'll post at some point next week probably) have started writing just random snippets for later in the story. So I thought I'd share one here.

"you're an awfully long way from the ocean, Siren."

Billy turned towards the voice, coming out of his communing like emerging from a bath, he raised an eyebrow at the boy on the shoreline, his hands resting unimpressed on his cocked hip. Billy glanced back at the little cottage, matching the heady floral scent with the soft knitted jumper and the subtle smudges of dirt on the boys clothes. "Hedge witch." He sighed, not really meaning to say it aloud.

"It's Steve actually." Steve responded, crossing his arms.

"Billy." Billy said, feeling the cold longing of the lake lapping at him. He opened his mouth to ask about the lack of any lake spirit when a small bat flew out from the witches jumper. He had the brief notion that it might be Steve's familiar when it transformed into a dark haired boy.

"I'm Eddie." The boy said chipperly.

Something about the suddenness of the transformation and the onslaught of power radiating from him caused Billy to stumble back, loosing his footing on the loose sand and slipping beneath the water. All at once he was surrounded by a painful onslaught of power and emotion.

"Shit." He shouted as he surfaces, scrambling to his feet as his chest heaved, this was exactly why you never submerged yourself fully in an unfamiliar body of water.

"Sorry dude, didn't mean to scare you. You okay?" The boy, that Billy was fairly certain was a vampire, despite never having met one before, said, holding his hand out worriedly.

"You..." Billy pointed at the witch. "Haven't you ever communed with her?" He gestured to the water around him. "Fuck, she's so lonely, don't you talk to her?"

Steve blinked rapidly, his crossed arms unfurling slightly in shock. "I'm...what are you talking about? I'm not water bound, why would I commune with the lake?"

"You're a hedge witch, it's your responsibility to make sure your domain is healthy and cared for right?" Billy demanded, gesturing towards the witches cottage when Steve nodded. "Your house is right there, so this lake is in your domain."

"He's got you there, babe." Eddie said with an indulgent smile, holding his hands up in surrender when Steve spun towards him.

"Well sorry if I've been a bit preoccupied recently. And after Barb can you really blame me for being a bit more hands off?"

"Is Barb the dead girl at the bottom of the lake?" Billy asked, his mouth snapping shut when Steve turned back to him, he pointed his thumb over his shoulder. "There's a dead girl at the bottom of the lake." He clarified, a bit pointlessly in his opinion, but if no-one was going to speak for the lake then he guessed he had to.

[imaginedreamwrite]

That awkward moment when idk if you’ve gotten my requests and didn’t like them or if you haven’t gotten them at all 😂 I’ve sent a few and haven’t seen them used. I know tumblr eats them sometimes

I sent the one with picture #2 with BT

I love your page and your writing and if you got it and just wasn’t feeling it that’s okay!

Hi! Despite the updates that tumblr’s put out I’m still having issues with my ask box. I promise I’m not ignoring anyone who sends me an ask, it either hasn’t come through at all or when I try to answer it Tumblr glitches and it doesn’t post/deletes when I go back to it

I’ve contacted support on a number of issues including ones with my ask box and they’ve never gotten back to me. It’s 💯 a Tumblr issue and not at all whether I like the ask/request because I love them!

The soft bear suit was a perfect fit despite your worry it would be too big or too small, and had transformed your sweet little pup into a fuzzy little bear with two round soft ears, matching mitts and boots. You’d bought the suit online after you were scouring the internet for something that would fit the in between seasons of winter and spring. Once you’d found the set online it was an instant buy, and an even more perfect surprise for your boys.

“Bear?” Jake called from the bottom of the stairs, his voice carrying with traces of concern. “Are you okay? Are you ready to go?”

“I’ll be down in a minute! Almost done!” You scooped your baby up from the bed and rest her on your hip, fixing the blue fuzzy hood and then sighing with contentment. “Your daddies are going to love it.”

“Bear! Are you sure you’re okay?” Jake’s insistence was adorable, rooted in the same kind of protective instincts that Ari, Steve & Ransom heralded.

“I’m coming down, relax!” You rolled your eyes and lightly bounced your pup on your hip, stepping out of the room and starting down the stairs.

“We’re ready!” All eyes were on you and your pup in her blue fuzzy bear suit, momentary silence afflicting your boys until you’d reached the last step.

“Baby bear!” Jake chirped first, smiling ear to ear with bright eyes and heady scent. “And Baby-er Bear!”

“Don’t I look good?” You waved your pup’s little mitt and had immediately been showered with praise from the alphas in your life.

Your babe was taken by Ransom first, adored upon by the grumpy alpha turned soft by your first child. He was incessant in kissing her chubby cheeks and scenting her as an alpha daddy should. He praised her with soft affirmations and threats for anyone who crossed her.

“I found it online,” you stole her back from Ransom, giving her even time with Steve and Ari, “I thought it would be so cute! And its perfect for spring.”

“Mama bear and baby bear.” Jake’s grin was ever present, permanently affixed to his face. “That’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen!”

“Wait until you see the Easter bunny suit Steve got her.” You nudged Jake’s hip, forewarning him to the second cutest sight ever.

“An Easter bunny suit?” Jake glanced at Steve, the super soldier alpha swooning over your baby. “He did not.”

“He did too, and…I convinced Ari to get a matching one.”

“Bear!” Jake chirped, slipping an arm around your waist before kissing into your hair. “You are amazing.”

“So are you.” After complimenting him back, you rest your head on his shoulder and sighed. “You chose good, Jake. We have a good life.”

“We have the best life.”

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A/N: I love you like Sharon loves super soldiers

Created for the 14 Days of Valentines community project, hosted by @muddyorbsblr

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Includes: Fluff, subjugation

Summary: A repentant god returns

You and Wanda arrive on the platform to find an irate captain and a haggard god.

"LAUFEYSON!" Rogers bellows, just steps ahead of you.

Loki sees you first, a heartbroken look fliting across his eyes before his jaw tightens at the American mascot. He aims an authoritative finger at his commanding officer with a strangled "Not now, Rogers."

Passing the exasperated soldier without a second glance, Loki prostrates himself before you. "My darling, I am so, so sorry for what I've done.

"I know I could never expect to be forgiven, but please believe me when I say I'm doing everything in my power to prevent it from happening again."

The captain's stance shifts from indignation to vigilance as he looks from you to the god. Wanda sweeps over, pressing a hand against his shoulder. "Steve, I need your help in the kitchen."

"Shouldn't we..." he protests.

"Now," she insists, dragging him inside.

You reach out gently to stroke the god's dark hair. He's so pretty when he's on his knees. "Loki, I don't know what you think you did, but I'm not mad at you."

He stares up at you, bewildered. "I-I don't understand. Using magic to...I didn't mean to cast it in my sleep, but that's no excuse. You weren't awake and..."

"I'm gonna stop you right there," you press two fingers firmly to his lips and kneel to join him on the concrete. "You did not make that dream happen. No one did. We were asleep and we happened to drop into the same parallel reality. That's all.

"And as for what we did in that reality," your eyes close blissfully at the thought. "Well, I really hope you plan on doing that again."

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With excuses made for the ghosted mission and dinner eaten, an early bedtime is well-deserved. Loki's invitation to his chambers is hesitant, despite his concurrence that Wanda's interpretation is the most logical.

Once there, he conjures you a demure night dress, indicating a set of modesty panels to change behind. When you emerge, he wears silk pants and a matching emerald robe as he carries blankets to the couch.

"Loki," you give a gentle laugh. "What are you doing?"

"I didn't want to assume..."

"If I wasn't comfortable sleeping next to you, I would have stayed in Wanda's room. Or gone home. The subway runs all night."

He looks relieved. "So long as you're comfortable, darling. That's all I care about."

"Good," you stand on your toes to give his lips a peck. "Now let's get to bed. I know you've had a long day, and even gods need their sleep."

He leads the way, lifting the thick furs for you to snuggle under, and circles around to join you. When you move closer and nuzzle his shoulder, you can feel him relax. He draws you against him, slipping a firm bicep beneath your neck and inhaling the scent of your hair.

You give a drowsy hum of approval and tilt your jaw to kiss him softly. His free hand gently cradles your cheek, your palm pressing against his chest. He holds you close, as if confirming you're there.

Much like your dream, it's cozy. There's plenty to explore in your relationship as it progresses, but there's a confidence in having his arms around you. A sense that if it's working in another reality, it can work in this one. A trust that you'll take those steps together, even if you trip along the way.

A/N: I hope you all like it. Thanks as always for reading

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90, 161 and 188 please 🧛‍♂️🖤

Thank you @steddie-as-he-goes I hope you like it!

i see your little vampire emoji so you get vampire!eddie 🖤

90: Catch me if you can! 161: Bite me. 188: Mine.

warnings: mature content, light predator/prey dynamics, light blood kink.

Ever since the Upside Down bled through the cracks in the earth, Hawkins only dealt in extremes.

The sun was beating hot above his head, the water of Steve's pool was cool against the skin of his legs and Eddie was hungry.

Eddie knew hunger. He knew nights of going to bed with nothing more than water in his stomach, having told Wayne that he had eaten and that the food left in the fridge (still only a meager offering) was all for him to enjoy. He knew what it meant to crave, to salivate at the mere idea of food.

Or at least he thought he did.

The moment his eyes snapped open, chained to a hospital bed in an underground lab, everything Eddie thought he knew was thrown out of the window.

Hunger for food paled in comparison to the way he hungered for blood.

"You're quiet today," Steve observed. He had been doing laps of the pool, a piece of normalcy while they waited, endlessly waited, for Vecna to show his hand, but he came to a stop next to Eddie.

Eddie turned his face to the sun. Not a moment passed where he wasn't thankful that that piece of lore had turned out to be wrong.

"I'm hungry."

Steve let out a gentle 'ah'.

He was so understanding, his Steve.

"I think I need to hunt too."

This was something they didn't talk about. Eddie was a predator now, he had instincts that he fought tooth and nail with every day. He tracked deer and foxes through the forest behind Steve’s house but their blood wasn’t enough to satisfy.

Steve placed a hand on Eddie's calf, lightly flexing his fingers against the skin until Eddie was forced to look at him. He smiled and let go, using his feet to push off the wall, further into the pool out of Eddie's reach.

"Catch me if you can!" He teased playfully.

Eddie felt as if he couldn't possibly love a person more than he did Steve in that moment.

Steve was a far better swimmer than Eddie, but Eddie possessed a preternatural stamina that Steve couldn't dream of matching. It would satiate the need for now.

Eddie threw himself into the pool, water splashed onto the pool coping that Steve would tut over later if it hadn't evaporated by then.

Steve gasped and scrambled into a front crawl, lithely parting the water as he swam to the edge furthest away from Eddie. He paused long enough to tread the water, to laugh at Eddie moving much less gracefully, to wait until Eddie got close enough to hear the blood singing in his veins so he could dart away and begin their chase again.

And it continued that way. Steve would sometimes roll over onto his back so he could watch as Eddie tried to keep up with him, so he could figure out exactly what Eddie was trying to do and make sure he foiled the plan before it could start.

When Steve finally started flagging (sooner than Eddie had been anticipating) Eddie didn't toy with him. He caught up just enough to wrap a hand around Steve's ankle and pull.

Steve flailed against the water, head dipping under and hands grabbing for purchase against nothing, but he didn't fight the pull. He never fought the pull when Eddie was hungry.

Eddie got him around the waist, holding Steve against his chest, feeling the way his breath came in huge gulps. Steve’s blood called to him.

"You fucked up my hair," Steve spluttered as he settled into Eddie's hold, stretching his neck back to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie didn't respond, didn't tell him that it was fucked up anyway. He nosed at the side of Steve's neck, inhaling the scent of chlorine and sweat, letting his lips rest over his beating pulse. He pushed his hips forward, pushing his half-hard cock into the meat of Steve’s ass.

Steve groaned at the contact. He twisted around in Eddie's hold so he had something to hold onto as Eddie slowly backed them into the shallow end of the pool. He wasn’t coherent enough to hold them both above the water while he fed.

"Come on, Eddie," Steve whispered. His back touched the wall of the pool and his legs opened to cradle Eddie's body against him, hooking his ankles around Eddie’s thighs. "Bite me."

Eddie was helpless but to obey. He wanted to tease, he wanted to make Steve beg for it, to pull those delicious whimpers and mewls from his lips.

But he was hungry.

He held eye contact with Steve for a moment longer. Long enough to tap the pointer finger of his left hand against Steve’s neck twice, long enough for Steve to tap Eddie’s right shoulder twice in response.

The noise Steve made as his flesh was pierced was nothing short of pornographic. His finger nails dug into Eddie’s deltoid, his other hand held Eddie’s head against his neck, as if Eddie could ever bear to leave his space there.

Blood poured into Eddie’s mouth, filling his mouth in hot bursts. It spilled past the corners of his lips in his desperation for more.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, Eddie,” Steve chanted. “Take everything you need, baby. I’m yours!”

He was sobbing and shaking and just letting Eddie take. He was giving himself over completely, as he always did.

It took every ounce of self control Eddie possessed to pull away when he heard Steve’s words beginning to slur together.

Eddie pushed their clothed cocks together, watching as Steve arched into the touch, so sensitive with ever nerve ending alight. He was at full hardness, desperate to be touched.

Steve, looking at him with glassy eyes from blood loss and arousal, gently untangled his fingers from Eddie’s hair, always gentle. He used the thumb of of that hand to swipe up the blood coating Eddie’s chin.

“Mine,” he whispered in wonder as he pushed the thumb into Eddie’s mouth. “Me.”

Eddie licked up every drop that Steve pushed into his mouth.

His Steve, too precious to waste even a single atom.

“Always you,” Eddie promised.

He kissed Steve soundly, pushing his tongue past the seam of Steve’s lips so he could taste just how delicious he was.