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cherrychilli · 11 months ago

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Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, grumpy dom! Steve, established relationship, PIV sex, car sex

A/N: I haven't written for Steve in a minute so I pulled this out of the wip vault and dusted it off.

The time to back out had passed.

Steve knew he couldn't disappoint the whole group now when it had already been decided that he would drive them out to the lake that Saturday afternoon. With Eddie's license suspended and Jonathan's car in the shop, there was no other option.

For someone who, on a regular day, looks golden in every possible way under a perfect cerulean sky, he stuck out like a storm cloud today.

Steve sat out on the dock with his shades on to shield his annoyed squint and a soda pressed to his lips to conceal his scowl, wishing it was a beer instead.

Those of you who weren't driving picked frosty bottles out of the cooler Eddie had stocked for the outing, bottle caps coming loose with a pop, the nutty aroma of grain and barley fizzing into the wind. It was more than a little amusing to you as you eyed Steve from over your beer, watching the poor boy stew.

On the surface you appear oblivious but you're well aware that your boyfriend's eyes are trained on you too, a heated, razor sharp stare behind those reflective lenses.

His simmering displeasure goes unnoticed by the rest of the group but when you start to strip down to your swimsuit with the others and head for the water it's only a matter of moments before they notice one less member wading in the water with them.

Inevitably, what he'd been dreading begins and he has to deal with it all day. Everyone takes turns asking Steve why he isn't getting in the water with them and each time he's forced to mutter out some vague excuse that only lifts more eyebrows.

It's obvious to everyone that he's hiding something and the stubborn way he tries to refute is comically adorable. Some lighthearted teasing ensues and you can almost see the steam rising off his skin.

Robin gets the ball rolling with a quip about him spending too much time on his hair to risk getting it wet. Eddie joins in on the teasing too. Nancy and Jonathan are too polite to add to it but they laugh off to the side and try to suppress their giggles all the same.

None of it is cruel. it's all harmless, well meaning fun between friends and it's all the more enjoyable for you because you're the only one who knows the real reason why Steve wont just peel off his shirt and get in the water.

If he did, then your friends would get to see the result of all your hard work last night. They'd see the messy, lengthy scarlet scratches that rawed the skin all down his back, the half moon indents turning violet on his triceps and shoulders and the many hickeys like splashes of merlot you sucked onto his chest and his stomach.

You've got a few marks on you as well but you're saved from suffering the same torment as Steve thanks to your waterproof concealer. He endures it all, forcing the occasional dry, humorless laugh until the sun begins to wind down and the rest of you towel off before lugging your belongings back to his car under a cotton candy sky.

It's a little snug inside the BMW but you make it work. You buckle yourself in the front seat and the others pile into the back. Nancy finds room in Jonathan's lap while Eddie's somehow been strong armed into the middle by Robin so she can have the window seat. He doesn't concede quietly and the resultant commotion in the back is enough to distract the backseat occupants from noticing the tension between you and Steve. Well, more so the tension that's emanating from Steve because you look no more unbothered than you had all day, humming to yourself inconspicuously. Waiting patiently.

Nancy and Jonathan are the first to be dropped off. Next is Eddie, and then Robin. You wave goodbye to her as Steve slowly presses down on the accelerator to begin the journey to your apartment, twenty minutes of being alone together starting now.

"You really put me through it today", he spoke, breaking the moment long silence.

Your lips form a pleased smile as you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. It was obvious where all of this was heading but riling him up was part of the fun and you didn't want it to end just yet. You wanted a little more before it's all teeth and ripped clothes when he gets you inside your apartment.

"I didn't make them say all those things, Stevie sweetie", you turn your head towards him and bat your lashes, the illusion of sweetness thick on your features.

His eyes stay fixed on the road, the vein near his temple more noticeable now. "You wore it on purpose, didn't you?", he sidesteps your comment like you hadn't even said it at all.

This time when you blink at him it's with confusion. "Don't play dumb, baby", he warns you with a laugh so mirthless that it draws a shiver out of you. "Oh..", you utter when you realize that he's referring to your strappy yellow bikini. The one he really really liked, because he made you keep it on all throughout riding him on on his sun lounger the last time you went over to swim in his pool. Not that you did much swimming in the end.

You'd been so wrapped up in all the teasing and what hid beneath the layers of his clothes that you'd paid little attention to what you'd been wearing all day.

"Wasn't bad enough that I had to deal with the others today. You had me fighting off a fucking hard on top of it all too."

Your gaze instantly drops to his lap. By the looks of the thick imprint of his cock underneath his jeans he seemed to be done fighting it off.

The car slows into a turn and you realize that you don't recognize your surroundings, much more greenery around than what you're familiar with. You'd had your eyes off the road long enough for him to divert from the route to your house, detouring off a backroad and into an unfamiliar clearing thickly nestled by trees and forestry.

You bite down on your lip to stem the grin that threatens to erupt on your face. This was much better than you'd been hoping for and happening much faster than you could stand to wait.

Pulling into the isolated space, he cuts the engine, car going completely still. "Come here", but he's already pulling you with forceful a hand curled around the back of your neck before you have a chance of following through yourself. It's ungainly how you fumble with unbuckling your seatbelt as it presses uncomfortably against your chest but you manage to unfasten it, leaning further over the console to get closer to him.

You whine when he latches onto your neck, sucking at the skin there not at all gently. If the taste of lake water and sunscreen still lingered on your skin, he showed no sign of it. At least not any sign of disliking it as his tongue licked over your skin and his teeth dragged close to your pulse. When he pulls away you can feel the wet warmth of the fresh hickey blooming on your skin and your heart beating in time with the subtle throbbing there.

It wasn't hard to imagine what it looked like. Deep and dark and reminder of who you belong to. "You're not covering it up this time, understand?", he tells you and you nod. As if you'd want to hide it.

He leans over you then and you retract into your seat to make room for him, back pressed firmly against leather. Steve's intention becomes clear when he pulls at the lever to adjust your seat. You squeak when it reclines abruptly and he climbs over you to push it all the way down.

"Get these off. Now", he orders you, not unkind but firm, pulling at the hem of your damp t-shirt and the waistband of your shorts. He's impatient but so are you, wiggling around and maneuvering your limbs messily underneath him as he helps you to peel the clothing off.

You manage to toe you shoes off as well, elbows and knees bumping Steve and parts of the interior until you're left in just your bikini. The frantic rush suddenly halts and things slow down when he runs a finger down your sternum until he reaches the little strap just below your breasts, hooking his finger into it. " 'Played dirty all day, didn't you honey? had your fun while I all I could do was sit back and watch?", he tugged, the bottom curve of your breasts becoming visible as the material slips.

"Couldn't help it", you breathe out, hands sliding up his biceps. " I like it when you get mean", you confessed softly, eyes all big and glossy and wanting. He laughs, hair falling over his forehead. "I know, baby. Gonna take my time getting back at you". He's done with the gentle interval, yanking your bikini down to expose your tits. You yelp, not because it was unexpected but because he'd done it a little harder than you had expected. A welcome roughness that made your core feel sticky.

He's all over you, weight pressing down on you as you writhe under him, gasping as he marks you up. More fresh bruises to match the one on your neck are peppered across your breasts first before his lips trail hot on your stomach and then your hips and your thighs. The noises he's forcing out of you are needy and pathetic, high pitched, breathy whimpers and mewling cries of his name all tumble from your lips until he pulls away to look over his work.

You're left panting as he appraises you, eyes raking all over in search of more space to fit another hickey or two. "Never looked better, babe", he sits back on his knees, grinning happily. "On second thought...", he grips your waist, encouraging you to turn around and get on your knees. You scramble to get into position, pulling loose the knot on your bikini top and tossing it towards the back seat so that it no longer hangs limply on you in a tangled mess. You grab at the headrest, bare tits pressing against leather as you arch your back for him and present your ass. "Now you've never looked better", he scoffs, open palm landing on your left cheek with a swift slap.

"Shit! please just fuck me already, Steve", you whine, beyond the point of playing dumb and coy.

He pulls your bottoms to the side, thumb brushing against your soaking entrance as he lets out a low whistle. It's a little strange being almost completely nude in his car like this. You usually had a little more clothing bunched around you on the off chance the rocking vehicle might attract any passersby's attention. It makes you feel that much more vulnerable. Hidden but still technically in public. Still at risk of being discovered.

It's all so terribly exciting.

The distinct jangle of his belt being undone makes your spine tingle and the crude sound of him spitting onto his palm before he tugs on his cock a makes you clench.

"Not gonna go easy on you", he warns, catching your eye when you look back at him over your shoulder.

"I can take it", you challenge him and you can tell by the way the corner of his mouth twitches against the smirk he's trying to force away that he liked it.

He places one hand on your hip and the other on the foggy window pressing his cock into you in one slow thrust.

"That's my girl"

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The next day you anticipate Robin's reaction when she pretends to barf at the sight of the hickeys on your neck and you giggle, amused because you know never to take it seriously.

Eddie's slower to notice because the first thing he does is climb into the back seat of Steve's car after it's been parked, claiming to have dropped his lighter there yesterday.

"Did you find it?", Steve calls out behind him when he joins you and Robin as you get ready to head into a nearby burger joint for lunch.

There's a suspicious pause and some rustling before he finally yells out an answer.

"Nope! Found something better though"

Kicking open the door, Eddie barrels out with your bikini top sloppily thrown on over his shirt, batting his lashes at Steve like some kind of parody of a lovestruck cartoon.

You're too entertained by it to be embarrassed though you can't say the same for Steve who's turned completely red, placing a hand over your mouth as you snicker.

Puckering his lips, the metalhead makes eyes at your boyfriend and you double over with laughter while Robin rolls here eyes and makes her way inside, having had her fill of Eddie's theatrics.

"Come on big boy, fancy another round in the back seat?"

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chaoticcupcakeee · 8 months ago

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Chapter Three: Queer Panic and Smutty Books

***BEFORE YOU READ ANY FURTHER THERE IS GOING TO BE SEX,BDSM,AND OTHER GENERAL NSFW THINGS IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR A BLANK BLOG OR A BLOG WITH NO AGE PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT,IF I SEE IT, YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED! THANKS<3***

Pairing: Professor! Steve Harrington x Best Friends Dad! Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Steve being sad, Robin being awkward, Eddie being sexy as hell, kissing, cum eating, blow jobs, oral female receiving, major dirty talk, Dom! Eddie, masterbation, voyerism (if i've missed any lemme know), Eddie and Steve are in their early to mid 40s, reader is in her mid 20s

Summary: Eddie takes you out on a proper date, and you have some words with Steve

Authors Note: YAYYYY THE SMUT HAS COMMENCEDDDD! i'm sorry this took so long to upload, I genuinely was having major writers block writing the smut for some reason, plus I just wanted it to be perfect for you guys! Anyways ENJOY :D 8k words

**Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Four Chapter Five**

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You could get lost in this man’s lips forever, constantly intertwined. He kissed you like a man starved, like his life depended on every kiss. He tasted like whiskey, you didn’t even like whiskey that much, but you couldn’t care less. You want him, you want him in such a primal way that you huff when he finally breaks off the kiss and touches his forehead to yours.

“Slow down there tiger” he breathes as his chest rises harshly up and down trying to catch his breath. You huff in protest, trying and failing to pull him back into a kiss with your arms still around his neck. But Eddie is too strong, he pulls your arms from around his neck and holds your wrists in one of his hands and holds your chin with the other.

“If we’re gonna do this I wanna do it right, kay?”, he says, nuzzling his nose against yours. You look at him confused, unsure of what he means by that, head still clouded with lust and want.

“Do it right?”, you question him. He smirks at you like you’re oblivious and missing something obvious. He runs his thumb over your lips while he explains.

“Well..If we’re going to do this...us.. together. I want to take you out on a proper date, you can pick where we go. But I want to show how you deserve to be treated. That alright with you?” he proclaims.

You bite your lip to hide the smile that was threatening to spill out and nod your head in excitement. This was really happening, with him. With Eddie fucking Munson.

“Good girl”, he coos, looking at your lips again like a lion hunting its prey. And you almost give in, and let him kiss you, touch you, fuck you. But Eddie was right, you wanted to see what it felt like to be treated like a woman, like someone desirable.

So, instead you groan and put your head into his chest, inhaling his scent. He smelled like cigarettes and leather, you breathed in deeper like a woman starved.

“You’re making it really fucking hard here mister”, you groan into his chest. His laugh vibrating his chest making you look up to see the smile on his face, eliciting a smile on your face too.

There he is.. there’s my Eddie... MY Eddie

“I didn’t know being a gentleman was considered a crime nowadays,” he taunted, his eyes twinkling under the light of the kitchen. You roll your eyes.

Oh yeah, he’s still Eddie

“No not that Eds... what you said AFTER that” you said your voice faltering at the end, your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, unable to utter the actual words “Good girl” out loud.

Eddie raises his eyebrows, clearly amused by your sudden shyness after basically eating his face off. “Oooohhh you mean when I called you a good girl?” he asks knowingly.

You look down at Eddies feet, unable to look him in the eyes, your cheeks surely bright red by this point. Eddie’s hand that’s still resting on your chin, forces you to look at him again.

“So easy to fluster, this is gonna be fuunn,” he taunts lowly, giving you a quick kiss on your lips. You whine against his lips indignantly.

The two of you spend the rest of the night entwined on the couch, alternating between kissing each other or how the two of you usually were; just laughing and talking about life.

You felt so free, like part of you that you had left in a cage long ago was starting to flap its wings. At some point the talking and kissing ceased and the both of you fell asleep entangled together on the couch. As you were falling asleep, you genuinely thought that you had never been this comfortable in your life.

You woke up in the middle of the night with a gasp, waking Eddie up too, making him fall off the bed with a thud.

“Gawd princess you gotta warn a fella, I’m not invincible like the young bucks you’ve been with before” he says sleepily, rubbing an ache out of the small of his back.

You giggle at him and look at the time on the clock, 5:04 am, you sigh in relief, still time to sneak back into Violet’s room and get some sleep before she wakes up for work.

“I can’t believe we fell asleep on the couch” you whisper, trying not to make too much noise as you get off the couch. You were young, but no one’s back feels good after sleeping on the couch.

“I was just so comfy, with you laying on me.” Eddie admits.

“Me too,” You reply sheepishly, now fully awake you remember the events that transpired not a few hours ago.

You help Eddie up off the floor, he immediately wraps his arms around you. You hum into his touch, appreciating how natural this already feels to you. He kisses the top of your head and then lifts your head up with both of his hands and kisses your lips firmly.

This time he moans into the kiss, hearing him sets your skin on fire. You squirm out of his arms to look at his face to make sure it was real, that this is really happening.

He looks back at you scanning your face for any doubt but finds none and smiles idly at you.

“I should probably go back to Violet’s room,” you voice.

He does a dramatic frown and pouting noise, before kissing you one last time.

“Just need one more for the road,” he teases, eventually releasing you.

The two of you walk up the stairs together, holding hands the entire way, parting at the top of the stairs to go your separate ways. You feel giddy, never having felt this way before.

You get one last peak at him before he goes into the master bedroom at the other end of the hallway. You touch the doorknob to Violet’s room and turn it slowly. Trying to make as little noise possible in hopes of not waking her up. You slide under the covers soundlessly. Staring up at your best friend’s ceiling.

What the fuck am I doing?

Violet turns over in her sleep and rests her arm over your chest, completely unaware of what transpired between you and her dad. You take a deep breath in, willing yourself to calm down so you can sleep.

Deciding that future you, would think more about this tomorrow, right now you just wanted to bask in the fact that Eddie Munson kissed you.. and now he wants to take you out on a date.

You wake up to the sound of Violets work alarm, you hear groaning next to you as Violet wakes up to turn the alarm off. She sits up and rubs the sleep out of her eyes.

“Good Morning babe,” she says tiredly.

You smile, she looks so much like her dad, her deep brown eyes, her infectious smile, even how her eyes look when she’s just woken up. Little things you never noticed before because you tried so hard not to think about her Eddie. But now you can’t not see it, not after last night.

“Morning,” you mutter, still waking up yourself.

You sit up in bed, you’re exhausted, between the emotional rollercoaster of a day you had yesterday and staying up late with Eddie, it feels like you’ve gotten almost no sleep.

“What’s that?” Violet asks, pointing at you.

“What’s what Vi?” you look at her curiously.

“Is-is that a hickey on your neck?” she asks a bit louder.

You cover your neck faster than a flash of lighting, you were so caught up in the moment with Eddie yesterday you weren’t even thinking about whether or not him kissing and nibbling on your neck would leave marks.

Violet moves your hand away to get a better look at your hickey, you try to fight her off, but she pins your hands with her legs, stuck in her grasp. Your decisions from last night suddenly becoming very very real and very scary. You wanted to tell Violet eventually about you and Eddie. But not right now, not before you’ve even had your first date.

“Damn... He kissed you like that and still rejected you. What a fucking prick, I was so caught up in helping you yesterday I didn’t see this last night” she says still admiring your hickey.

Relief floods your system, Violet assumes you got the hickey from Steve. Why wouldn’t she? She has no reason not to trust you, until now.

“Yeah, that’s why I was so embarrassed” you lied, you fucking hated lying to her, but you’d tell her when you were ready; And the timing just wasn’t right.

“Give me his address so I can kick his ass, better yet give me the name of the Dean so I can get him fired for using you like that,” she retorts.

“No Vi it’s really okay, I’m only going to be in his class for a couple more months and then I won’t have to see him ever again,” you reply.

Violet nods seemingly satisfied with your answer and got off you. You watch her as she gets out of bed and starts to get ready for work, quickly concealing the hickey Eddie gave to you the night before. You really do have the best friend in the entire world.

Even with everything that happened with you and Eddie, your interaction with Steve still really stung. Remembering what happened, felt like a pit was sitting in your stomach. Thinking back on it you don’t blame him for how he reacted, he’s your professor, he could lose his job if the wrong person found out about the two of you.

You do regret how you reacted to him though, you’re not usually one that is quick to anger, but you just felt so rejected by him. Maybe you would apologize to him after class, you hoped he would accept your apology.

Violet lets you borrow some of her clothes and the two of you get ready for the day in her room. You do some light make up, while Violet fixes her hair.

“Fuck where is it?” You see Violet searching around in one of her drawers looking for something.

“Do you mind running to the bathroom for me and seeing if my hairspray is in there?” she asks.

You nod and head out into the hallway, looking at the stairs that you walked up last night hand in hand with Eddie. You can’t help but smile lightly at the memory.

You walk down the hall to the bathroom and go to open the door. But as you reach for the handle it swings open. Coming face to face with a shirtless Eddie, wearing only a towel around his waist.

You lips go into an “O” shape at the sight of him, your panties practically dropping to the basement floor. He smiles widely at you, looking at Violets door and then scooping you up into a kiss. You soften into his grip, glad that he hadn’t changed his mind about the two of you since sleeping.

“Mornin’ m’lady” he smiles into your hair.

“Morning Eds” you say as you kiss him on the cheek because that’s as far as you can reach on your tippy toes. It takes every atom in your body to not jump him right there in broad daylight with Violet in the other room. He beams at the nickname, giving you another swift kiss.

“Did you find it?!” Violet yells from the other room.

Both of your eyes go wide, and Eddies hands drop to his sides at the sound of his daughter. He winks at you before leaving to go to his room. Your head now dizzy after kissing Eddie, you scramble through the bathroom drawers to find what Violet needed, and running back to her room before she went looking for you.

The rest of the morning continuing with business as usual, the three of you eat breakfast together, courtesy of Eddie. He made French toast and bacon, and he put whip cream smiley faces on all the French toast stacks.

Violet announces that she’s spending the following weekend at Quinns, because they were going to have a Lord of The Rings marathon, something they both take very seriously. Violet leaves soon after to go to work, while you and Eddie both take your time finishing your food.

“So next weekend then?” Eddie questions, with a mischievous smile.

You look up at him from your plate, “Can’t wait,” you confess.

He looks down at his food again, pushing his food around his plate with his fork like a child. His eyebrows are knit together like he’s thinking really hard.

“You alright over there old man?” you joke, nudging him with your foot under the table.

He looks up at you like you broke his concentration, “Yeah, I’m good, I just don’t want you to think that I’m trying to keep you a secret or anything, ya know? I know Violet is grown and what I do with my life isn’t really her business anymore, but I just don’t think I’m ready to tell her yet if that’s okay with you?” he explains.

You look at him kindly and nod, feeling the same way. You hoped that when the both of you did eventually tell Violet that she would at least want the both of you to be happy, even if it took her awhile to get used to it.

You finish breakfast shortly after, needing to stop at your apartment before school to grab some books. You grab all your stuff from Violet’s room, and you’re about to put your stuff in the car before he calls out to you.

“Not so fast princess” turning you around and pinning you against the inside of the front door. Cradling your face in his hands, a sensation you were now very familiar with, dipping down and kissing you fiercely.

“I could get used to this” he whispers into your neck, giving a swift peck before grabbing your bookbag and walking you out to your car. You were so shocked you didn’t know what to say, a guy had never carried anything for you before, you could get used to this too.

“Text me later k?” he asks, you had his number in your phone because technically the two of you work together, but up until this point you had been too chicken to ever text for anything other than necessary for work, and maybe a few memes you thought he’d get a kick out of.

You nod and give him one final kiss, addicted to his lips at this point, and then drive off down the road towards your apartment.

Driving away from the safety of Eddie’s house was making the anxiety in your stomach boil up into your throat. You had to see Steve today and you had to apologize. As much as you didn’t want to go to class and face him, you knew it was the right thing to do. If you wanted to keep your job and work civilly alongside him then you had to.

Before you could even think about Steve, you had a huge paper due on Queer Cinema in your Gender Studies class. Gender studies really was one of your favorite classes that was sure to put you in a good mood before you had to face the music.

Professor Buckley spent a majority of the class showing clips from iconic queer films and discussing the importance of representation in media. She was in the middle of taking about a scene she had just played and why its relevant, when a male student raises his hand.

“Plus, he’s really hot.” he said.

The entire class erupts into laughter, and one of the girls you sit behind in your sociology class chimed in.

“Not hotter than Professor Harrington though!” she giggled, a bunch of other girls and guys from the class agree along with her.

Robin rolling her eyes, “This class is supposed to give me hope for humanity, not swooning over some GUY, and dingus isn’t as hot as you all think. Plus, he’s really into TAs so you’re all out of luck” she says nonchalantly, not knowing that your Steve’s TA.

The room went silent, the only sound you’re able to hear is your heart begging to explode from your chest. The few people that you have in your sociology class look at you in horror, Robin covering her hand with her mouth realizing what she had done.

Your feet move without you thinking, standing up and grabbing your things and fleeing the room as fast as they could take you. You were utterly embarrassed with tears threatening to spill from your eyes for a third time in less than 24 hours. You don’t even know where you’re going until you do, and you’re standing outside of Steve’s classroom. You know he likes to get there early to get everything ready for your class.

You open the door and shut it, Steve jumps at the noise. Lips formed in a tight smile once he realizes that it’s you.

“So do you do this with every one of your TAs then?” you say loudly, hoping it would stop him from hearing the quiver in your voice.

He walks carefully over to you, like you’re a wounded animal ready to pounce. You can’t bare to look at his face, so you look at the floor, blinking vigorously willing the tears back into your eyes.

“What are you talking about?” he says carefully.

“I was just made a fool of in Robins class, because one of the girls thinks you’re hot and she said that you only have a thing for TAs, was all this just a fucking game to you Steve? To get me to like you and then make me feel like an idiot?” You spat at him, looking him in the eyes now so he can see the anger behind them.

Steve sighs loudly and nervously runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes look tired, like he didn’t sleep a wink the night before. “No- I, No that’s not even remotely true, Y/N you have to believe me, nothing like this has ever happened before. This is all uncharted territory for me,” he says tiredly.

“How do you expect me to believe you? After rejecting me the way you did last night, after weeks of flirting with me. You were just toying with me all along, weren’t you? I thought you were better than that!” tears now spilling over your cheeks, conceding in your fight to keep them in.

“Y/N I- Fuck I’m so sorry this is all so fucked up. I didn’t expect anything of this to happen, I shouldn’t have kissed you, I should have waited until you weren’t my student anymore, so it was less complicated. But you have to believe me when I say that my feelings for you are genuine, regardless of how messed up it is. None of this should’ve happened. Please just let me explain and it’ll all make sense,” he begs.

You take a deep breath in and wipe the tears from your eyes, “You are right about one thing Steve, this never should have happened” you seethe.

Steves eyes sadden, and he nods in defeat, knowing he’s lost the battle and you along with it.

“Go find yourself another TA to fuck with Steve because I’m done.” you growl.

You turn your heel and walk out of the room, working alongside Steve was no longer an option. If you didn’t need the credit to graduate you would’ve marched into the student center and drop his class right then and there. But your education was more important than some guy.

The rest of the day happens in a blur, unable to concentrate on any of your classes that day. Your mind constantly just floating aimlessly in the air, if someone coughed to hard in your direction you’d probably float away. Going through the motions of the day, kept you safe, steering clear of all thoughts about Steve was the best course of action for the moment.

You did feel conflicted, your feelings continuing to confuse you. Why were you so upset about this? Your thing with Eddie is so good, the best you ever had, so why are you so upset? It’s all so confusing, you’ve never liked one person as much as you like Eddie, and reluctantly Steve too. Yet it felt so right, like it was the most normal thing in the world, for the short while before the whole thing went to shit.

As much as you are furious with Steve, it also made things easier and less confusing. Now you could just focus on Eddie, and that you didn’t mind at all. You could spend every day of forever with him and it still would never be enough. That’s not to say that thoughts of Steve still didn’t pop up in your mind and dreams, he still was your teacher so you still saw him almost every day. The first few days after the initial shock of what Robin had said were awkward, both in class with Steve and Robin.

Robin was relentless with her apologies, apologizing for it every chance she got.

“I’m so sorry, sometimes I just do this thing where I start talking, and then I don’t know what I’m saying until I say it. It’s like I blackout in the middle of taking and then by the time I realize, the damage has already been done and I’ve put my whole foot in my mouth. I’m so sorry,” she rambles anxiously.

“Its fine really, water under the bridge,” you dismiss her kindly.

You really didn’t blame Robin, it’s not like she knew what was going on between you and Steve, she was just trying to make a joke, a bad joke but a joke, nonetheless.

Steve, on the other hand, went completely silent. His classes were filled with less energy than before. He seemed tired, like he stopped sleeping through the night. His skin seemed less shiny, his eyes no longer bright, and his hair always seemed slightly out of place from anxiously running his fingers through it. Steve was a mess.

You almost felt bad, yes he hurt you, but there was a part inside of you that still cared deeply for the man that you once had a connection with. He didn’t try to talk to you anymore or explain himself after the fight that the two of you had. Just radio silence.

You tried your best not to think about it too hard, plus you had an amazing distraction. It had been about a week since you and Eddie first made plans to go out on a date, with that date now fast approaching only a few days from now. And still stumped as to where your first date should be, maybe you were over thinking it, but you wanted it to be perfect. Your head was swirling with so many different ideas. You wanted to do something unique, that would show him parts of you. You weren’t always the best with your words, but if you could show him parts of yourself maybe he’d understand. You were shaken from your thoughts when your phone buzzed a few times in a row.

“hey”

“heyyy”

“I’m bored and you’re cute call me when you’re free x”

You smile widely at your phone; Eddie always knew how to make every day better. You pick up your phone and dial his number.

“Hi handsome,” you beam into your phone.

“Hey baby, how was your day?” you can hear the smile in his voice

“Eh fine, I’d rather be with you,” you confess.

You really wish you could be with Eddie, but instead you were surrounded by your textbooks swamped with the homework you had this week.

“Then come over here, Violets out, and I have the house to myself,” he asks.

“Can’t, homework,” you sigh.

“You can do your homework here, I won’t distract you. Pinky Promise! Only several thousand kisses that’s it!” he begs. You groan into the receiver, and Eddie retorts with a chuckle knowing that he’s wearing you down.

As convincing as Eddies offer was, and it was really convincing. You wanted to have a good time on your date, you needed to get all this work done to give Eddie your full attention, and not worry about school.

“I don’t trust you mister,” you joke.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t either, but you should still come over anyways,” he retorts.

You laugh at his goofy nature, and that alone almost makes you say yes.

“How bout this princess, I’ll come over there. I’ll sit and read a book or something, and be a good boy while you do your work,” he suggests.

You ponder this over in your head for a minute but who are you kidding, how could you possibly say no to him? Plus, you really only have to revise two papers, shouldn’t take too long.

“Alright alright you win, come on over stinky,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“Be over soon pretty girl,” he says slyly.

How could you ever say no to Eddie fucking Munson.

You appreciate that Eddie didn’t make it too hard for you to concentrate when he finally showed up at your apartment. He did as he said he would, sitting next to you on your bed, one had rubbing circles on your back and the other holding a book that he was trying to finish.

His touch soothing you, as you rub stress out of your own temples. When you could, sneaking glances at the very beautiful man sitting right next to you. He was dressed down today, hair in a low bun, in a pair of sweatpants and an old Iron Maiden T shirt. He could wear a brown paper bag and he’d still be one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen. It made the time between today and the date that much more excruciating, Eddie had been very adamant that there would be no funny business prior to the date, which is honestly a surprising amount of self-control for him. It showed he meant business, which you respected. But it was also driving you to the brink of insanity, cursing into the abyss that the universe would give you the prettiest man in the world and not be able to jump his bones. It was a cruel world indeed.

Your insatiable urges aside you could get used to this. Him being here, even if you weren’t talking, his presence soothed and ache inside of you. You also loved that Eddie loves books almost as much as you did, you wouldn’t think by just looking at him. But he had his nose in a book quite often, whether that’s a new DnD manual, researching for a new campaign, or just reading random sci-fi books.

And that’s when it hits you, you know where the two of you are going to go for your date. You look up from your computer screen and look at Eddie. His brows lightly scrunched together, probably reading a thrilling part in his book. He looks at you from the corner of his eye.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer gorgeous. I’m trying to be good here and you’re distracting me,” he taunts, as he flips a page in his book very dramatically.

You roll your eyes at him, if he wasn’t so cute, he’d be the biggest pain in your ass.

“Alright then I guess you just won’t get to know where we go on our date then, fine by me!” you hint.

Then you’re jumped by a mass of dark brown curls and you’re tackled onto the bed.

“Tell me tell me tell me!!!!” he says in between kisses to your cheeks and neck. Giggling uncontrollably, you concede.

“Fine fine, you win! Me and you. Saturday. Coffee shop and bookstore. 12 pm don’t be late Munson.” You reveal with a light kiss to Eddies bottom lip.

Expecting Eddie to continue his shenanigans, his eyes soften a little and he dips down to give you a firm kiss on your lips.

“You’re perfect, ya know that?” he says sincerely.

You roll your eyes at him. He holds your chin in place, the way that makes your breath hitch.

“Nuh uh, don’t be mean to my girl,” he coos.

You blush and kiss him back with the same ferocity, your homework can wait. You spend the rest of the night snuggled up against Eddie while he read his book to you in between the thousands of kisses he promised.

The day the date actually came around you were a fucking mess, you woke up super early, trying to figure out the right outfit to wear. Not that you thought it would matter to Eddie all that much, but it mattered to you. You were something of a perfectionist and you wanted this date to go well.

You decide on a comfy green sweater, a pair of leggings, and black platform combat boots, and your winter jacket. It was getting colder outside, and you were not used to the Indiana winters, you swear you had never seen so much snow in your life.

You were just doing your finishing touches in the mirror when you heard a knock on the door. You can’t contain the smile that spreads across your face as you basically leap to the door in excitement. You swing the door open, and you are face to face with a excited smile that matched yours.

“Hi princess,” he greets you, giving you a light kiss on your lips.

“Hey Eddie,” you smile up at him, even in your platform boots, this man was so much taller than you. It made your heart flutter and your body tingle.

“Ready to go?” he says seductively leaving a more passionate kiss onto your lips, making your legs buckle slightly. The kiss makes you want to abandon the date all together and take him right here on your couch. The week since your first kiss had been grueling, and you wanted more than kisses.

“Yeah, let’s go,” you beam up at him leaving a kiss on his jaw. He moans and you know he’s thinking the same thing as you.

In his car the energy is electrified and nervous, Eddies knee bouncing wildly in the driver’s seat while you fiddle with your hands. Hanging out at his house or your apartment was one thing but going out in public together. On a date, completely different. You just try to remind yourself that it’s still Eddie, the same goof that he was the day before and the day before that.

You go to the local coffee shop in town, he grabs a black coffee which you make fun of him for, making the tension between the two of you, ease. And you get a chai tea, which Eddie makes fun of you for.

“You know that chai is tea in Hindi right? So, you basically just ordered “tea tea”? he snickers.

“Yeah well at least I didn’t order a steaming hot cup of bitter water old man,” you retort as you grab your drinks from the barista.

You hand him his coffee and he pulls you in to leave a kiss on your forehead. The people in front of you look at you inquisitively, and that’s when you realize that the two of you probably look a little odd. A 45ish year-old man and a 25 year-old woman together. Age was never a thing that either of you ever thought too much about in all honesty. Besides the “old man” jabs that you gave him occasionally. Regardless of the age difference between the two of you, you had so much in common that it never seemed that noticeable. You give the couple in front of you a glare and head out the door with Eddie hand in hand.

Any bookstore is the best place on earth, any book you could ever dream of stocked on the shelves, endless possibilities. Plus, the new book smell, is just addicting. Eddie watched in amusement as you picked up every other book reading the backs of them, completely immersed in your own little world. Following along behind you holding your hand or wrapping his arm around your waist, reading the backs of books that look interesting to him. That is until you get to the DnD section, and he becomes the biggest nerd you ever met and it makes you swoon even harder if possible.

After almost looking at every section in the store, the two of you stand in front of the romance section. You had decided before the date that you were going to steer clear from this section to avoid any teasing from Eddie because you basically read porn. Not just porn, porn that would make a grown man clutch his pearls.

But the spicy section had been updated since you had been there last, and you remembered that one of your favorite authors had dropped a new book. You gasp lightly and Eddie looks at you inquisitively.

You walk briskly over to the section of steamy books, searching for the book you were looking for.

“I didn’t really peg you as a girl who likes romance books, I’m intrigued,” he taunts lightly.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Munson” you say, still looking for the right book. Instead, you find another smutty book that you’ve been meaning to read, one about an older guy owning a BDSM club that a bunch of your online friends were gushing about. You pull that off the shelf and accept the fact that you’re going to have to ask an employee for help to find the book you were looking for.

“Do you mind holding this for me for a sec? I just need to ask an employee for help,” you ask.

Eddie’s eyebrow is upturned in curiosity but takes the book from your hands as you go off to look for an employee. The book was in the “New Releases” section and that’s why you couldn’t find it.

When you finally make your way back to Eddie you look at him in horror, he has the book you asked him to hold for you, open to the middle of the book, smirking like a devil in disguise. He looks up at you before you can defend yourself.

“Princess, you like this stuff? Seems a little intense for a pretty little thing like you,” he says tauntingly under his breath so none of the other patrons can hear you.

You let out an anxious squeal and try to grab the book from Eddies hands, but he’s too quick. He dangles the book easily over your head still reading from the pages.

Your heart is beating so fast threatening to drop into your stomach. What if he thought you were weird and didn’t want to be with you anymore? What if you fucked all of this up before you even started?

“Give it back Eddie I mean it,” you whine, still trying to reach the book in his hand.

“Then tell me you like this kind of stuff, and ill give you the book back right now,” he says still holding the book out of your reach. He leans in really close, his eyes dark with lust. Caging you in against a bookshelf and puts his lips up to your ear.

“Tell me, you get off on reading this stuff, tell me you read this late at night right before bed with your hand down your pants and the book is all yours,” he whispers before backing away to a normal distance, leaving the rest of the customers none the wiser.

You shiver when his breath touches your ear, you have to bite your lip as to not whine out in the middle of the bookstore. If you were needy before the date, nothing compared to how you felt right now. You were an omega about to go into heat, and the only thing that was going to put out the fire brewing in you was Eddie. Your legs threatening to give out below you, you take a deep breath to steady yourself before responding. Eddie patiently awaiting your response, taunting you with his one hand cupped behind his ear.

“I do,” you say meekly.

He gets closer to you, flaunting his size against your frame.

“You do what pretty girl, come on use your words” he coos, caressing you cheek with his thumb.

This time you let a whimper escape and a smile the size of Texas spread across Eddies face. You clear your throat and wet your lips.

“I touch myself when I read them,” you whisper loud enough for only Eddie to hear.

“Good girl baby,” he praises you, rewarding you with a kiss on your cheek.

He grabs the other book from your hands, leading the two of you to the checkout line. You felt like you were floating, you had never been this turned on in your life and Eddie barely touched you.

Then there was the dilemma, that Eddie refused to let you pay for your own books despite your countless protests. You pouted lightly next to him while he paid for your two book and one for himself.

“Don’t worry babycakes, I’ll pay for your porn” he teased with a wink as the two of you walked out of the store. He helped you into his truck, grabbing your waist tightly, making you gasp.

The car ride back to Eddie’s house was intense, both of you feeling the consequences of the little stunt Eddie pulled in the bookstore. Your chest heaving up and down heavily, Eddie holding on to your thigh with one of his hands.

“Do you trust me?” Eddie asks seriously, once the two of you get inside, he helps you shrug off your winter jacket hanging it up for you.

You nod quickly with no hesitation, only admiration in your eyes. You needed this man more than you needed air; did he really expect you to say no? And with final confirmation Eddie takes your hand and leads you up to his bedroom. Your eyes fixating slightly on Violet’s room before forcing her out of your head and focusing on the man in front of you.

He ushers you in, immediately tackling you into a heated kiss, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of his bed until you feel it with the backs of your knees. You inch yourself farther into the middle of his bed pulling him closer, looking up at him through your eyelashes, Eddies eyes are dark looking at you like he’s the hunter and you are his prey. Eddie follows suit incasing your body with his, enveloping your lips again.

But with more urgency, like the first time you kissed in the kitchen. You open yourself up guiding his body between your legs. He thanks you by grinding his bulge against your sweet spot making you gasp. Eddie takes that as an open invitation to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your lips clash together feverously, a mix of lips, tongue, and teeth. You pull back taking his bottom lip in between your teeth. Biting hard enough to elicit a hiss from his mouth.

“Fuckkk,” he groans loudly.

Changing pace, he dips down and starts sucking on your pulse point, sending shivers down your body. Your hips moving on their own rolling into his, the friction making you both moan. You could feel him leaving little bruises all over your neck, your mind too empty to care, having only one thing on your mind now. Him.

You become very aware that Eddie was wearing entirely too much clothing, tugging at the bottom of his shirt, he takes the hint and lifts up to exposed to pale ink decorated skin under his T-shirt. You were in awe of him, grabbing and kissing anywhere and everywhere, wanting to taste every single part of him. His arms were almost completely covered in ink, and most of his chest was covered too. You made a mental note to spend an entire day kissing every single tattoo on his body, but that day was not today.

Eddie wanting the same from you, he starts to pull up the bottom of your shirt, looking into your eyes for the okay. Seeing no protest, he takes it the rest of the way off. If his eyes could bulge out of his head, they probably would have with how wide his eyes got.

“Jesus Christ” he groans as he re-attaches his lips to yours, only to pull apart slowly making his way down your chest, leaving bruising kisses along your collar bone and the swell of your breasts that were peaking out from your bra. Getting impatient he peels the cups of your bra down to expose your nipples to him and incasing one in his mouth. Swirling the bud with his tongue, groaning into your chest. Each pinch and lick sending shock waves through your body.

Eddie stops what he’s doing and looks up at you, “Show me baby,” Eddie says while leaving little kisses down your stomach. You look at him slightly confused, unsure what he means. A small smirk falls on his lips as he uses his hands to reach up and take your left breast in his hand. Your nipple brushing up against his fingers. Enticing a hissing noise from you.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re reading your books, show me how you like it.” he says leaving more kisses on your breasts as his fingers continue to play with your nipple.

Getting impatient, Eddie grabs the hem of your leggings and panties, pulling them up and off your body. Pushing your knees apart exposing your dripping center to him, guiding your hand to your slit.

Then his touch is gone, you look to see his figure rummaging next to the bed in the bag from the bookstore. He pulls out the book he was reading and taunting you with. Flipping open to a page that seemed to peak the older man’s interest, pushing it into your hand.

It was your turn to become speechless, looking down at the words on the page he picked out for you. Your cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. His eyes dark but still warm and encouraging, still your Eddie. You bite your lip and nod back at him.

You look back to the words on the page, moving your hand slowly up and down your slit. Gathering the wetness from your center and swirling it around your aching bud. You see Eddie in the corner of your eye, palming himself through his pants, watching intently where your hand and legs meet.

Breathy moans spilling from your mouth while you touch yourself, your mind clouding in pleasure. If you weren’t so turned on, the wet sounds that echoed around the room would have embarrassed you.

“So fuckin naughty, you look so good touching your pretty little cunt like that,” he says breathily, pupils blown.

His words only edging you on, you moan loudly as you sink a finger inside your entrance, making your back lift off the bed in ecstasy, book completely discarded. You feel Eddie remove your hand from your core, you whine in protest. Enveloping you hand in his mouth, lapping at your juices, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Spit,” he commands, holding his hand out in front of your mouth. You gather the saliva in your mouth and spit it into his hand.

“Good girl” he praises, rubbing your spit onto your slit, making you gasp loudly. His fingers quickly replaced by his wanting tongue, teasing your entrance, and nudging his perfect nose against your clit.

“OH FUCK EDDIE!” you cry out.

Your words encouraging him to buckle down, swirling and flicking his tongue on your clit making you see stars. You buck your hips up to meet his tongue, chasing your release.

“Shit, you taste so good baby, could drown in this fucking pussy,” he babbles, re-attaching his lips to your bundle of nerves.

You can feel yourself getting close already, your entrance pulsing in anticipation. You grab a fist full of his curls in desperation. Eliciting a deep groan from him that vibrates through you.

“S-so good, so fucking good Eds, holy shit” you say with another roll of your hips. Then without warning Eddie sticks one of his fingers inside of you, finding a spot inside that you could never reach yourself.

“Fuck Eddie I-im gonna” you breathe.

“Come on sweet thing, cum for me” he purrs into your core. Keeping his pace with his tongue on your clit, adding another finger inside you. The feeling of fullness finally sending you over the edge.

You throw your head back in a silent scream, the coil inside you finally snapping sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body. Eddie leaving sloppy kisses on your inner thighs brings you back into your body.

“Still with me princess? You did so good f’me,” he murmurs into your skin.

You look at him hazily, he looked so pretty between your thighs. His strong arms incasing each thigh, his lips and chin glistening with your release. You reach for him, wanting to feel his lips on yours once again. He obliges you, tasting the remnants of your release on his slips, sighing against his mouth contently.

You roll him over so he’s on his back, leaving kisses against his stomach down to his clothed cock, making him buck up into you. You strip him quickly from his pants and boxers, impatient, you want to make him feel as good as he made you.

His cock is bigger than you expected, not too thick but long, a little patch of curly dark brown hair at the base. You situate yourself between his legs and look up at him through your eyes.

Eddie was trying to be patient, but you could see the desperation in his eyes. You start swirling your tongue around the tip, collecting his precum in your mouth. You groan deeply at the slightly salty taste, encasing the rest of your mouth around the tip. You hear Eddie curse under his breath, his hands cup the hair falling around your face so he can see you better.

You take this opportunity to lock eyes with him, gathering all the saliva in your mouth and spitting sloppily onto his cock, working it from the tip to the shaft.

“Jesus, fuck! Such a dirty fucking mouth,” he babbled. His words making you clench around nothing, Eddie was more vocal than any other partner you’d ever been with but you liked knowing that you were making him feel good.

You go back to working your mouth down on his cock, forcing it lower and lower until the hairs at the base of his shaft were tickling your nose and lips. You gag slightly around his cock, throat constricting around the tip, making him thrust farther down your throat.

“Shit, fuck I’m sorry baby, you just look so fucking good with your mouth full of my cock, couldn’t help myself,” he sputters. You hum as you remove his cock from your mouth leaving opened mouth kisses all the way down the shaft and onto his balls. You hear his breath hitch when you reach his balls. You spend time down there licking and sucking.

Taking your time lightly sucking each ball into your mouth and swirling your tongue around them. Truth be told you loved sucking and licking balls and you could tell Eddie did too by his reaction.

“Fuck, Fuck yes, you like that? You like sucking my balls? Good fucking girl, such a good fucking girl, shit” he cries out, tightening the grip he has on your hair. The new hold he had on your hair leaving a delightful sting on your scalp and that made your eyes roll back. You pull of his shaft with a pop , sloppily licking up and down his member.

“Fuck my face Eddie, please, fill my throat” you plead with your mouth still full of his length

“Don’t have to fuckin ask me twice sweetheart,” he says grabbing another fist full of your hair. You give up control and let him lower your head back down on his cock. His pace starts out slow at first seeing what you can handle. You can take most of his cock, and the rest that you can take you use your hand to stroke it, making sure every part of him feels good. He continues to shower you with praises, all of it becoming to much, you start to feel your own wetness start to drip down your thighs.

You can feel his cock twitching in your mouth has his pace picks up, slamming his cock in your mouth with reckless abandon. Making you gag every time his tip hit the back of your throat, Eddie swearing obscenities left and right.

His pace getting sloppy as he comes closer to cumming, and with one final thrust into your mouth he releases his load down your throat. You both moan in unison at the act. Smooshing your face down into the curls at the base for good measure before pushing off to straddle his waist.

Opening up your mouth to show him his cum gathered inside your mouth, Eddies eyes rolling back farther than you thought humanly possible. Looking back at you with hungry eyes, he holds your face with his one hand, cupping your cheeks. And with his other hand dipping two of his fingers into your mouth, fucking his cum farther down your throat.

“Swallow for me pretty girl,” he commands, your body tingling to obey his every thought, his eyes watching you like a hawk.

You swallow the rest of his cum left on your tongue, and stick your tongue out to show him the job done.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he praises again, kissing you fiercely on the lips. Then you collapse onto the bed next him contently.

He grabs hold of your waist forcing you to cuddle close, he leaves kisses in your hair and your run circles across his chest with your fingers. Your mind completely empty of everything that wasn’t Eddie Munson.

That was until your phone went off, buzzing next to the bed. You ignore it, deciding that whatever it was, could wait. That was until it buzzed again, and again, and again. Finally you climb over Eddie and reach for your phone, seeing a couple missed calls from Violet.

You call her back without even thinking, there’s no way she could know that you were naked in her dads bed, no way.

“Hey Vi, you okay?” you say sleepily, worn out from your previous activities.

“They’re cheating me, they’re fucking cheating on me, I can’t fucking believe it!” Violet wails into the phone.

“Woah woah, slow down and start from the beginning babe what’s going on?” you say, concern in your voice. Eddie now sitting up wanting to know what was happening.

Violet goes onto explain that her and Quinn have each other’s phone passwords, and that she went to go look up something on his phone, and they had changed their phone password and had a text message from an unsaved number on their phone.

“Fuck,” you mutter into the phone.

“I need you to come over, I need you right now, i'm on my way back from Quinn's house now,” she pleads with you.

“I’ll be there as soon I can babe, don’t worry we will figure this out” you reassure her, feeling guilty for lying to her again.

You hang up the phone and look at Eddie, you fill him in on whats going on. Eddie wanting to go over to Quinn's house right now and give them a piece of his mind, but you talk him out of it until you know exactly what’s going on.

“Sorry we gotta cut this short,” you chuckle, leaning back into Eddies exposed chest.

“S’alright, I’d rather know that Vi’s okay. You’re a good friend Y/N, Vi and I are so lucky to have you." You blush at his words, he leans down and leaves kisses along your hair line and neck.

The two of you dress, you cover up your very obvious hickeys from Eddie, and part your separate ways. Just in time for the two of you to share one final kiss in the living room before the door opens.

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steebharringt0n · 1 year ago

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dangerous liaisons - part II

summary: he was sent to protect you, infiltrate your family as your personal bodyguard, but instead he plans on defiling you.

pairing: mob!steve harrington/fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (18+), innocent!reader, dom!steve, a lil bit of mean!steve, dacryphilia, degradation, masturbation, religious talk, slight age gap, spitting, fingering, oral.

a/n: um holy shit i did NOT expect the first part to blow up so much so THANK YOU. Uh here’s part two, enjoy ya heathens ;)

Steve couldn’t sleep.

It had been a week since the “anatomy lesson” in your bedroom and his relationship with you had changed in a blink of an eye. You had become more quiet, reserved around Steve. The snarky and bratty comments had cooled down, no longer wishing to bicker back and forth with him like you usually had done.

Since then he was starting to have even more conflicting feelings about you. Like whenever his grandfather would ask for an update on things his mind would just wander back to your moans and whimpers and how much he craved to hear that again.

What Steve didn’t know is that ever since that night, you had continued to touch yourself, really get familiar with your body. You would lay in bed at night, your fingers in between your puffy folds and letting your juices coat your fingers while you lazily played with your clit. Your other hand found its way up your perky tits, pinching and twisting your nipples as you reached your climax. Your legs digging into your sheets as your back arched, pinching your nipples for added stimulation.

Also what Steve didn’t know is that you imagined him hovering over you, his hot breath on your face, his mouth spewing the most sinful things. You ached for his fingers so badly, you wanted to taste him, feel him, make him feel good.

It was 1:30 AM and Steve couldn’t stop thinking about you. His eyes were glued to the ceiling, arms resting behind his head. He could feel his cock throbbing in his sweatpants, knowing that you were just across the hallway.

It was then he heard a soft knock on his door. He jolted up, hand ready to reach into the nightstand and grab the 9mm that was hidden under his socks.

“Steve? It’s me” your soft voice whispered.

His body relaxes, he swipes a hand over his face to recompose himself.

“Come in,” he says.

He watches as his bedroom door cracks open, your face pokes through and you make your way in, making sure to shut the door behind you.

You stand awkwardly by the foot of his bed, arms folded and your eyes not daring to meet his because you knew if you did you would be at his absolute mercy.

“Can’t sleep either?” He asks, trying to keep things light.

You shake your head, “N-no, I’ve just been thinking a lot”

He can feel how nervous you are, your body language says it all. You look so innocent in your matching silk pj set, but he sees how you’re fiddling with your fingers and how you’re absolutely avoiding eye contact with him. You’re like a book that’s been blown wide open, easy for him to read.

“Oh? About what?” He asks.

You start to move towards his side of the bed, “Remember when we had that … anatomy lesson?”

Steve’s lips start to curl into a smile, “Yes, of course”

You’re now sitting at the edge of his bed right next to him. You finally dare to look up to meet his brown eyes which have gotten a shade darker since you walked in. With enough courage plucked up you place your hand on his thigh,

“I - I want another lesson … I want to make you feel good Steve, like how you made me feel good”

Your eyes are doe like as you stare into his, innocent and pure, but he knows the absolute filthy things he’s about you make you do. His smile now curls up into a full smirk as he feels his cock tightening in his pants. He reaches down to grab your chin with his hand, making you stare at him straight in his eyes,

“You’ve been touching yourself haven’t you?”

Your heart starts to speed up and as soon as his hand touches you, you can feel the wetness start to pool in your underwear.

You nod quietly, “Y-yes”

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. He then placed a kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger on your skin. He moves towards your cheek,

“Do you want to taste my cock?” He whispers against the shell of your ear.

He feels you stiffen up, like a child being caught with a treat. He grabs your other hand and places it on top of his thigh where his cock rests right beside it. Your breathing begins to pick up, your body heating up with every movement he makes towards you.

“Y-yes Steve,” your voice comes out needy, pathetic, “I’ve been wanting to taste you so bad, I want your cock in my mouth, please”

There are tears brimming your eyes at the ache of your cunt. It’s become an addiction at this point, trying to reach that apex that you’ve reached every night, but now you’re wanting more and you know only Steve can satisfy that ache.

He rips the comforter off of his body, you can see the outline of his cock under his sweat pants and you can tell he’s massive. He slides off his sweatpants down his legs in a swift movement and you watch as his cock springs out and slap his stomach with a soft thud.

Your eyes go wide in shock, you’ve never seen a cock before but his was so beautiful. A pink, thick mushroom tip that was already starting to leak precum. Blue and green veins that circled around his girthy length with a tuft of hair that led up to his happy trail, and a massive set of balls that hung low.

Instinctively you reached over, hands clammy and trembling. He watches you with hooded lids, his heart starts to quicken as well as your fingers brush over his cock.

“Does it hurt?” You question as his mushroom tip continues to leak milky precum.

Steve swallows thickly, then shakes his head, “No, just a bit uncomfortable”

You gaze up at him, a now sultry look on your face as you firmly grasp his cock in your hands. You can barely wrap your hand around it, that’s how big he is.

“Let me help you, I want to make you feel good” you mutter as your face starts to slowly inch itself towards his cock.

He watches as you twist your way onto your stomach, propping yourself up on your elbows as you stare up into his eyes. His cheeks start to heat up as he stalks your every movement.

“I just want to taste you …”

Your hot breath is now hitting his cock and Steve reaches out towards your hair, brushing it away from your face as you open your mouth, pink tongue poking out as you start to kitten lick his mushroom tip, cleaning up the precum that had begun to pool.

Steve takes a shaky inhale as pleasure begins to surge through his body. Your tongue darts back and forth, tasting, licking, poking and prodding. It’s salty but it tastes good.

“You taste so good Steve” you murmur.

You begin to kiss down his cock, your tongue tracing around the colorful veins that decorated it. You feel as Steve begins to grip your hair, whimpers starting to drip out of his mouth.

“Shit, baby, you sure never tasted a cock before?” His question comes out breathless, his eyes tightly shut as your tongue makes its way down to his massive balls.

“No, never, just you Steve”

Just you Steve

He feels a sense of pride knowing that he’s your first. That his cock will be the first that you’ve ever tasted, in the back of his mind he hopes that he’ll be your first and your last but those thoughts are quickly dismissed when you finally take his whole length in your mouth.

Steve’s body quivers and sinks into his bed as your warm mouth takes him in. He feels his mushroom tip hit the back of your throat. You hum lightly, letting the vibrations reverberate throughout his cock. Steve feels like he can cum right at this second but he holds himself back.

“Sh-shit, fuck that feels so good” he moans out.

His words of encouragement spur you even more. You pop his cock out of your mouth, lips red and cheeks tinted pink. You grab the underside of his cock with one hand and you begin to press kisses all up and down the other side, your tongue swirling around the salty skin.

“You have such a pretty cock Steve” you tell him, “I could kiss it all day long”

The tight rope in his belly was about to burst. Seeing you eyes hooded, making out with his giant cock in your small mouth was a sight that was going to be permanently seared in his mind.

“You’re such a good girl - shit, f-fuck yes, just like that, taking my big cock so good” he sputters out.

“Are you close Steve? I want your cum, I want to taste you so bad Steve”

Steve becomes a withering, moaning mess as your mouth takes his cock in whole.

“Fuck yes, baby, take my whole cock in your mouth”

You then became sloppy with it, choking on his cock, letting your spit coat every inch of his length. You began to pump the base of his cock as your tongue twirled on his now red mushroom tip. You took his whole length in your mouth one last time, letting it hit so far in the back of your throat that tears began to prick in the corner of your eyes.

“Choke on it baby, that’s s-so fucking good”

Once he saw the tears streaming down your cheeks it was over.

“I’m gonna c-cum, fuck, take my cum baby girl”

The fire in his belly ripped through him. His back arches off the bed, his hands came to grasp your face, letting his cum fill your mouth to the brim.

The air in the room feels heavy, the smell of cum and sweat wafts through the room. Your cheeks are full of his salty cum, you pull away from his now half-stiff cock, cum dribbling down your lips as you give him a dazed smile.

He’s never cum so hard before in his life. His chest heaves with quick breaths as he stares at your dazed face through hooded lids. His pupils have turned a darker shade of brown, he suddenly aches to claim you as his and only his.

Steve leans forward and grabs your face forcefully, slamming his lips onto yours. His tongue immediately enters your mouth, you don’t fight it, you’re completely puddy in his hands. He tastes his cum on your tongue, or rather what’s left of it.

Steve then pulls away, “Get on your knees” he orders you.

Steve watches as you shift positions onto your knees. Your hair is tousled, messy, and your cheeks still are stained with tears. He sees the gold cross pendant sitting against your chest. He grabs the chain with his hand, pulling you close to him,

“Who’s your God now?” He questions.

In the smallest voice you answer, “You, Steve”

His lips curl into a smirk.

“Open your mouth”

You open your mouth wide, pink tongue showing the creamy remains of his cum. Steve then hovers over you and spits in your mouth, cementing his claim over you - his dominance.

You swallow it, letting it mix with the remaining cum in your mouth. You were so focused on making him feel good that you had forgotten all about the ache in your cunt. You could feel how drenched your underwear was.

Like an animal in heat your hand finds its way to your throbbing cunt, your fingers making small circles onto your clit. Steve saw how desperate you were to reach your peak so he gently pulled you back up onto your knees. He pulled your back toward his chest and then he snaked one hand down your shorts and the other around your mouth, shoving his fingers down your throat.

“Shhh, lemme make you feel good. Fuck baby, you’re drentched, s’wet for me” he murmurs gently.

Your head is thrown back onto his shoulder, completely going limp as his thick fingers find their way into your hole. His hand then creeps around your neck, holding you in place.

“Fuck, Steve your fingers are so b-big, f-fuck!” you whine out.

He begins pumping furiously, you could hear the squelching of your slick cunt. He applied pressure onto your neck and his thumb brushed up against your clit and that’s all it took.

Like fireworks going off in your body you stilled, letting out a loud whine,

“S-Steve, I’m cumming so hard fuck!”

Your eyes flutter shut as Steve quickly moves his hand back to your mouth, covering it to quiet you down. The last thing he needed was your father walking in.

“Shh baby, you don’t want your dad to hear us huh?”

You’re too fucked out on his fingers to answer him, but your silence is enough. Your mind is in a haze, a dizzying effect after cumming so hard. He lets you ride out your orgasm, you let out a small whine as his fingers slip out of you, missing how full you felt with them inside of you.

You could only imagine how his cock felt.

Steve begins to press kisses all down your neck, nuzzling the side of your face. A warmth began blooming in his belly as he held you close to him.

“Someone has been studying their anatomy book” he murmurs against your ear.

He feels you chuckle, “Hmm what can I say Harrington, I aim to excel”

He pulls you down towards the bed, his body curling around yours. His fingers interlink with yours, and you bring it towards your chest, holding it close to you.

“I won’t stay here long, I promise …” you sleepily whisper out.

Reality then hits Steve with a ton of bricks as he completely realizes that if anyone in her family catches them together - his plan will go to shit. He completely forgot that he was using you, using you to get close to your family, to eventually kill your father, to take over all what you have.

But why couldn’t he let you go?

As your breathing begins to even out and you become completely relaxed in his arm, his realization comes to one conclusion.

He’s fucked.

#stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine

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tinytalkingtina · 5 months ago

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Silver Moonlight

Rating E (18+) | WC 1150 | Ao3 link

Tags: light bondage, handcuffs, kink exploration, hand job, referenced blow job, established relationship, softest dom Steve, CPR referenced (how Eddie lived in this universe)

Inspired by lowlifesymptoms' beautiful art

“There, how does that feel?” Steve murmured as he clicked the handcuffs in place.

“Oh.” Eddie stared at his wrists. “I never put both of them on at the same time. Didn’t know it would feel like this.”

“But it’s okay?”

The cuffs clinked against each other as Eddie sat down on the bed. “Yeah Steve. Feels good.”

Steve seated himself behind Eddie and wrapped his arms around him. He didn’t pin him down though. If he had wanted, Eddie could’ve ended this immediately, gotten up to grab the key himself from where it sat on the desk. He wasn't trapped, wasn't tied down. Steve refused to do that, not after Starcourt.

But this moment wasn’t going to be tainted by fear, or the hum of artificial lighting. The crooked shades let in just enough moonlight for the silver to glint as Eddie nestled his head against Steve’s shoulder.

"I think I really like this." Eddie hummed happily. "You can touch me now." His voice grew shy as he ducked to hide. “I uh—I mean, if you want."

Something warm fluttered in Steve’s chest as he snorted. "I hope I've made it obvious by now I want to touch you, you big nerd. Or was this," he tapped on a cuff, "not enough of a hint for you?"

Eddie jolted. "Okay, okay, fine, then please touch your helpless captive oh mighty warden of mine, whilst I am fully at your mercy.”

Steve took him up on the offer, and began to gently run his hands up and down Eddie’s arms, his back, his thighs. Eddie made the softest whimpers in response. His hips thrust into the air weakly a few times, but Steve ignored it in favor of slipping a hand up to tweak at his remaining nipple.

“Mmph, fine, if you're not gonna touch me, I'll do it myself," Eddie huffed out. Awkwardly with the cuffs straining his shoulders, he fumbled with the button on his jeans.

Steve grabbed ahold of the chain between the cuffs to lift Eddie’s hands up and away from his crotch. “Hey, don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself.”

Eddie slumped backwards, putting most of his weight onto Steve’s chest. His hair, still somewhat wet from an earlier shower, fell forward, already drying into gentle waves. "Fuck, Steve,” he said, but the words came out softly.

“That’s it. All you gotta do is relax yeah? Just relax and let me help.”

Still holding onto the chain, Steve shifted to his knees to get a better angle. He placed his palm on top of Eddie’s jeans and gently rubbed. Eddie whimpered again but didn’t otherwise move, pliant underneath his hand. He ran his thumb lightly over the outline of Eddie’s dick, keeping his movements nice and easy. Nothing too rough, or fast, or violent.

Because Eddie trusted him.

The rest of the world usually didn’t get to see all of the soft bits of himself Eddie tried so hard to hide. Very few people were allowed in. Steve felt the weight of the trust Eddie put in his hands. Wanted to cradle him close and keep him safe.

“Doing so good for me Ed. How you feeling?” He asked as he leaned in.

Eddie let out a small whine. “Oh G-d, don’t stop, please, you feel amazing. How, ohhh, how are you so good at this?" He squirmed around, putting some friction on Steve's neglected dick. But he ignored his own body for now, wanting to focus only on Eddie.

“Not really doing much of anything, you’re just a little worked up.” He finally gave in and pulled down the zipper on Eddie’s jeans to get a hand around his half-hard dick. Spit and a few firm pumps made him squirm even more.

“Ha, ‘a little worked up,’ he says,” Eddie gasped out. “Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about you doing this to me Steve? It’s been…years. Saw you lifeguarding at the pool with all those—yes— those muscles on display, wanted you to take me right there.”

Steve tugged on the chain again. “Years, huh? Then let’s make up for lost timelines.” He sped up his hand as he whispered into his ear: “Come on, let go for me.”

His world narrowed down to just the two of them on the bed and the noises falling out of Eddie’s mouth; he had finally run out of words.

It didn’t take long before Eddie stiffened and came in his hand. He fell back limp against Steve’s chest, breathing heavily. The two of them stayed like that for a while until they calmed down. Steve gently undid the handcuffs as Eddie straightened out his shoulders with a ooph. “I’ll massage you later, okay?” Steve said as he placed a kiss on his back.

“Mhm, I’m going to hold you to that Big Boy.”

Next he rubbed Eddie’s wrists, checking to make sure the chaffing hadn’t broken his skin. Eddie wasn’t bleeding, but the moonlight showed his skin was painted with twin rings, just beginning to darken. Steve gently rubbed his thumbs over them, wincing. He very carefully didn’t think about purple bruises in the shape of his hands, stark against Eddie’s pale chest in the hospital.

“I’m sorry about the…this. You’re gonna have to wear long sleeves for a while.”

“Oh no, I’ll have to wear long sleeves in January, a completely suspicious time for one to be doing that!” Eddie’s face lit up as he swooned in his lap.

Steve couldn’t smile back, his mind caught in a loop. ABC, open the airway, check for breathing, keep compressions up. ABC, open the airway, check for—

“Hey. Steve.” Eddie wiggled in his grasp to turn on the lamp. Warm light flooded the room, throwing their faces into sharp relief.

The scar on Eddie’s cheek was healed, not bleeding.

“I’m okay with this, honestly it’s…kinda hot? To have a little reminder.” he admitted, flushing. “And…this was something we chose to do. Free will and all that, y’know?”

“Maybe we can line the cuffs with something, if you still wanna to do this again. It. It was hot, I liked it, I just don’t want to…be reminded of—” Steve said quietly.

Eddie lifted a hand to cup his cheek. “We can do that. This is only fun if you're enjoying it too. You still here?”

He nodded.

“Good, because I believe I was promised a massage, but we should maybe shower first. Kind of left your little Steve hanging there too. If you’re still in the mood, I could work my magic.” Eddie wiggled his tongue.

Steve cracked a small smile. “I might be convinced, maybe if you stop calling my dick ‘little Steve’, you dork.” Eddie grinned and pulled them both off the bed to the bathroom. Steve allowed himself to be led.

Because after everything, Eddie trusted him. And he could trust Eddie.

I thought it would be interesting to explore what Steve's relationship with bondage (or BDSM in general) would be in the aftermath of his experiences under Starcourt with the Russians, and where he might draw the line when trying new things out with someone he loves and trusts (who also loves and trusts him in return).

Thank you to @/steddiecameraroll-graphics for the divider!

#“quiet and gentle even if Eddie can't stop talking” was the vibe we were going for with this one #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fanfic #steve harrington x eddie munson #tinawrites #spicy

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sarahowritesostucky · 9 months ago

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📖"Blood Moon Rising" pt 6

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: shrinkyclinks, prison au, werewolf au, omega Steve, Alpha Bucky, dub-con, non-con, werewolf sex, knotting, oral (m!rec), hand jobs, held hostage, age gap (40/26), forced mating, violence, bonding, Dom/sub elements

Summary: Steve gets a lot more than he bargained for when a prison riot breaks out and he becomes the captive of an Alpha werewolf.

Wait! I haven't read a previous chapter! Fic Masterlist

Part 6 - "In Shades of Purple"

After learning so much new information in the Yurt, Steve needed to get some air. He needed time to process, and maybe think of a last minute escape plan (though none was forthcoming).

He went for a walk along the outskirts of the camp, trying to clear his head. At first he thought he was alone, but then he noticed a rustling from the nearby woods. He looked over, thinking that it was probably a squirrel, and was surprised to see a wolf peeking at him through a bush. With all of Steve’s varied escape attempts thus far, by now he knew that werewolves were more than capable of treading silently in the forest and pouncing without ever being noticed by their prey. If Steve had heard this one’s approach, it was because the wolf wanted him to.

The wolf stepped closer, revealing itself from around the foliage, and Steve’s shoulders relaxed. There were only a couple of pack members whom he recognized by sight in their shifted forms. Most of them tended to be a combination of dull grey and brown, black and white, but Wanda’s fur was almost the same color as her actual hair. “Oh,” Steve said as the wolf walked over. “Oh. Hi Wanda.” He felt so weird speaking normally to her, but he’d been told that the wolves could understand speech just fine in their animal forms, so … “Erm, how’s it going?”

The wolf stepped up close and nudged Steve’s hand with her snoot in a silent greeting.

“I was just taking a walk.” He indicated the treeline he’d been following. “To clear my head. Try and figure out what I’m gonna do about … about tonight.”

Wanda chuffed and shot him what could only be interpreted as a look of judgemental incredulity, making Steve feel stupid.

“Yeah,” he agreed glumly, because what could he really do? Run away again? Commit suicide? Kill Bucky? He had zero interest in any of those options. Running away would only mean getting his slippery ass caught in record time (humiliating), offing himself was cowardice and too dramatic for the circumstances besides (lame), and killing Bucky was, well …

Steve bit his lip. Killing Bucky would just be setting himself up for attack from the rest of the pack. It was beyond dangerous. And even if it weren’t, even if he could somehow magically stab Bucky in the neck and not have to worry about 200+ other werewolves coming after him, he still wouldn’t want to do it.

Of course he’d thought about murdering Bucky—numerous times, usually envisioning some scenario involving killing the alpha while he slept. Unfortunately, Steve couldn’t seriously contemplate such things for more than a minute or two before he’d begin to feel awful and discard the idea. Bucky might be a lot of things, but he hadn’t been cruel to Steve. Not once. Not since the Blowjob From Hell, back at the prison, leastways. Even back then, Bucky had only been doing what he felt he had to, in order to protect Steve from the other alphas in the pack.

And sharing a cabin and a bed with someone and letting them jerk you off night after night, week after week sure as shit didn’t make the idea of murder any more palatable. Bucky wasn’t a monster. He hadn’t treated Steve poorly (other than, ya know, kidnapping and holding him hostage), and he’d clearly ordered the other alphas in the pack to leave Steve alone, as nobody had since bothered Steve beyond scooping him up from his various escape attempts and depositing him back at Bucky’s doorstep. Even the men who’d been the scariest, most aggressive, and most challenging of Bucky’s leadership back at the prison—Drax, Batroc, Killmonger—had respected Bucky’s wishes regarding Steve. And Steve was under no delusion that, if it weren’t for the pack Lupului having laid down the law on who was allowed to touch Steve, then a lot more people would’ve been, by now.

Bucky was undeniably dangerous. He could be ruthless and brutal, taciturn and grumpy, and he was hella rough around the edges. But that didn’t mean he was bad. Now Steve had seen him as a provider, a protector, and a leader; and along with his shredded body and his handsome fucking face, all that together was a damned tempting package.

Yes, Steve was attracted to him. And yeah, his body reacted to the alpha in a powerful, instinctual way. He could admit that now, even though he’d been scared shitless of the guy in the beginning. His whole life, Steve had always been a real believe-in-the-system, do-the-right-thing sort of guy; somebody who would’ve never considered getting involved with an ex-felon, or aiding and abetting a bunch of escapees from a federal prison. And yet here he was, fully not intending to alert the authorities even if by some miracle he did escape.

Here he was, considering just how upset he was over the fact that he was about to be forcefully mated to one. The answer was: not as upset as he should be.

He groaned in frustration and looked down at Wanda, who was still walking right by his side. “It doesn’t make sense.”

Wanda blinked her big, wolfy eyes at him and tilted her head curiously.

“It makes no sense that I like him. Or that I’m not trying harder to run away right now.” Steve smacked at a branch of underbrush as they edged along the woods. “He’s awful. It’s awful that I’m even here at all. I don’t belong here.”

Wanda whined and bumped her body into his leg as they walked, and somehow Steve knew what that meant: She was reminding him of all the good times he’d had with the pack since his arrival.

“Well you didn’t see how he treated me at the prison,” Steve defended. “And he hasn’t exactly been invested in obtaining my consent for most things.” He bit his tongue as he thought about how Bucky had never once asked for permission to touch him … but also how Steve himself had almost never said ‘no’ to those advances when they happened. Was it really inevitable that it’d ended up this way? Or had he just not tried hard enough?

Having someone who looked like Bucky and smelled like Bucky and acted like Bucky around him for so long, pressuring him into a relationship, telling him without words that he wanted him as his mate and mother to his pups … well that kind of stuff built up over time. Even the act of running away had been getting harder each time Steve attempted it—not because he didn’t think he deserved to get out of there, but because he hated the hurt that would flash across Bucky’s face each time he was dragged back and dumped in front of him.

Steve smacked another branch, and that was when Wanda became animated, nudging Steve’s leg with her nose. He took it as a cue to give her scritches behind her ears, but she only shook him off and started grabbing at his hand lightly with her teeth. “Hey!” Steve laughed, pulling his hand back. “What’re you doing?”

She nudged up behind his legs, urging him into the woods, and Steve got the picture that she was trying to lead him somewhere. So he started following. “Where are we going?” he asked her, amused, following along for a few minutes until they reached a dense thicket in a part of the woods Steve had never seen before. Wanda yapped at him once, ducking her head as if to say “Are you paying attention?” Then she went to her belly and began to crawl through a small pass at the base of the thicket.

Steve scoffed. “I’m not going in there.”

Wanda whined and kept crawling, so Steve rolled his eyes and got to his elbows and knees and began crawling in her wake. “This better be good,” he huffed as he pushed past a few thorned branches that caught against his hair and his shirt. “Jeez.”

On the other side of the pass, there was a small grassy area, no bigger than one of the cells back at the prison. It was chock full of a tall, purple flowered plant.

Steve stood up and brushed the dirt from the knees of his pants. “What? We’re going flower picking for the big event?” he looked at Wanda peevishly. “No thanks. I’m not a blushing bride. I don’t need a bouquet.”

Wanda chuffed and shook her head in a decidedly un-wolflike way, and Steve paused with a frown. “Well what then?”

She padded to the edge of where the tall flowers grew and pawed at the leafy bases of the plants. She nudged her head at them as if to say, “Here, stupid.”

Steve frowned. “I don’t understand.” He walked over and touched the flowers. They were pretty: purple and bell-shaped. “What is this?” he murmured, reaching out to touch one of the blooms. “Foxglove?” It had that look about it.

But Wanda growled and shook her head again, and she closed her mouth on one of the plants and pulled, tearing the flower stalk off. She immediately dropped it and moved her tongue in her mouth like a dog with peanut butter stuck in its gums, her pointy little front teeth showing as she sneezed in displeasure.

Steve briefly snickered, before he paused as a crazy thought occurred to him. “Wait a minute. Is that …?” He stepped forward and bent to pick up the stalk that Wanda had pulled. He held it up to his face with a frown. There was only one flower in the world he’d ever heard of in reference to werewolves. “Wanda, is this … this isn’t wolfsbane?” he whispered. “Is it?”

Wanda immediately barked and stomped her front feet in enthusiasm, and Steve looked at her in astonishment.

“The fuck? You want me to kill him?”

Again, Wanda huffed and shook her head no.

Steve looked between her and the patch of flowers, and back to her again. “Well what then?”

Once more, Wanda growled impatiently and went up to grab another stalk and rip it clean off the plant. She dropped it, sneezed, and repeated the peanut butter tongue thing. Steve didn’t understand what on earth she intended for him to do with it, but she was definitely telling him to pick it, growling and fake-snapping at him to urge him on so that she didn’t have to pull any more of the flowers with her mouth.

He might not understand the plan, but Steve’s heart leapt as he did realize one thing; and that was that someway, somehow, Wanda was trying to help him escape.

“Are you nuts?” Darcy said, right after she shifted back to skin and Steve’s eyes all but bugged out of his head at seeing his first, full-body werewolf shift.

“Oh.” He averted his eyes, but it was too late. He’d seen, well, everything.

Darcy stomped back to her bedroom—ostensibly to put on some clothes. Steve hoped. A moment later she returned, dressed in leggings and a tee shirt. She pointed at Wanda and said, “You’re nuts.”

“What? What’d she say?” Steve leaned forward anxiously where he was sitting at the kitchen table, right where they’d dumped the large clump of purple flowered stalks. “I already told her I don’t want to murder anybody!”

Darcy scoffed and came over, sitting down on the opposite side of the table from him. “No. She’s got it in her head that you can drug everybody at the bonfire. Put it in the harvest wine and zonk everybody out long enough for you to make a getaway.”

Steve’s breath stuttered in his chest. “I can?” He looked over at Wanda, who was lying by the woodstove and chewing on the entrails of the squirrel she’d caught for herself on their walk back to Darcy’s cabin. “We can? That’s something we can do?!”

Darcy scowled and rapped her knuckles on the table. “Hello, Earth to Steve. No you can’t do that. How would you even get it in the wine? Everybody’s eyes are gonna be on you tonight. You won’t have a second on your own to—”

At the stove, Wanda whined, and Steve looked over at her. She was staring straight at Darcy with a meaningful look. Steve’s heart leapt as he thought the same thing. “Yeah. Darcy: You could do it!”

“What? No!”

“Yes! Yes you can. You have to!” Steve reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “Please? I don’t how much to put in, and like you said: I won’t get the chance. But you could do it when everybody’s distracted by the celebrations!” He looked at her with wide, pleading eyes. “Please, Darce? This is my only chance. Please help me.”

Darcy complained and angsted over it, but Wanda came over and had a non-verbal conversation with her, which culminated in Darcy’s shoulders dropping and Wanda affectionately head-butting her leg. Darcy huffed in defeat, and Steve’s spirits soared. “So you’ll do it?!” he asked. “You’ll help?”

“Help you drug my entire pack on the night of a blood moon.” Darcy groaned. “Fuck. We’ll be in so much trouble if Alpha Barnes ever figures out who did it.”

Steve figured that was as good of a ‘yes’ as he was going to get, and he slapped the tabletop, unable to contain his excitement. “Thank you!”

Darcy glared at him. “Don’t thank me yet. There’s only one person I know who’s got the access we need to the harvest wine. And he could still turn us in.”

“Who?”

“Are you serious?” Peter whispered, wide-eyed as Steve took the lid off the basket and showed him the purple flowers they wanted him to lace the wine with. Darcy had just told him their plan, and now Peter would either turn them in, or help them. “Ohmygod you are. You’re actually friggin’ serious!”

Fuck, Steve thought. He’s gonna turn us in.

“Dude, I’m so in. This is crazy!”

Oh, Steve thought. Okay then. That was easy.

By dusk, the plan was underway. Peter had briefly shifted so he could wolf-talk with Wanda, who told him precisely how much wolfsbane to steep in the wine to knock the pack out but not harm them. Then Peter shifted back and got to work, whilst Steve, Wanda, and Darcy went about their business as usual.

Or, well—as usual as they could manage. Steve was excited, but he felt a creeping sense of dread as the day wore on into late afternoon, and then into early evening; as the village became more and more alive with activity and the pack started to gather in the clearing where the bonfire was being held.

People were bringing out folding chairs and blankets and food like it was the damn fourth of July. Steve would’ve felt more intimidated or embarrassed if he didn’t already know that the excitement wasn’t truly all about him and Bucky. It was a communal sort of excitement, an excitement for the pack Alpha having found his mate, which forebode stability and progress for the pack as a whole. Mating runs were a big deal in this community, warranting late-into-the-night revelry and partying, and with the significance of the blood moon on top of that, the entire village was bound to be out celebrating. Apparently, once Bucky caught Steve and dragged him back (yikes) then the entire pack would shift and run together.

Steve was ushered into the omega yurt, where he was prepared like a lily-white bride on her wedding night. He had to shower with special soaps, then dress in a flimsy white robe that wrapped around and barely reached halfway down his shins. Darcy and Nakia shoved him down into one of the beanbag chairs and rubbed the purple paste all over him. Steve scowled at the robe—a reminder that he was going to have to be naked for this event in front of the entire pack.

Not for long, he consoled himself. By the time the run was announced and Steve sent off with his head start, everyone in the pack should be well on their way to conking out. Even the alphas. Peter was on strict instructions from Wanda to time the bringing out of the wolfsbane-laced wine exactly thirty minutes before the beginning of the mating run. Luckily for Steve, since this was also the night of the blood moon—a night of great cultural significance—they could count on every adult member of the pack drinking the Harvest wine.

The pups of the pack weren’t anything they had to worry about. Wanda, who had the excuse of abstaining due to being pregnant and gestationally shifted, would look after the kids while the others slept off the drugged stupor. And while she wasn't in on the plan, Darcy had assured Steve that Jane - who was also pregnant and wouldn't be drinking - would help contain the pups once everybody started dropping like flies. Darcy and Peter would wait until the alphas started passing out, and then they too would drink the wine for real, to avoid any suspicion that they’d been involved.

It wouldn’t be easy. There would be a lot of terrain for Steve to cross in bare feet, miles to go before he reached the beginnings of civilization. He’d need to move quickly if he wanted to get down the mountain and to the nearest town before the wolves started to stir again. It was a risky plan, but it was the only plan he had.

It was a good plan, he kept trying to reassure himself. There was no way it could go wrong. It would work. It would work. It would.

Fuck, he was nervous.

In the yurt where he was being prepared like a damn sacrificial lamb, Nakia noticed his mood, and seemed to interpret it as the normal nerves of a bride-to-be. “Don’t be afraid,” she encouraged him with a smile, as she worked the Wakandan paste into the soles of his feet and in-between his toes. “This is exciting! It will be fun.”

“Yeah,” Darcy agreed, her smile not quite reaching her eyes every time they flicked up to Steve’s face. “Alpha Barnes is a good man. He’ll make an excellent mate.”

Steve nodded along nervously, aware that she had to pretend to be just as on-board with the run as everybody else was. Even though he knew that they had a plan brewing—literally brewing—to help him escape, he still couldn’t calm himself down from his jitters very well. He’d avoided thinking about the run as much as possible ever since he’d first learned about what would happen: chased naked through the woods, with a purely ceremonial head-start, then tackled by a humongous werewolf, who would fuck him and bite him (hopefully having shifted back to human somewhere in the interim, but Steve hadn’t worked up the nerve to ask anybody about that little detail).

“It’s a big deal when a pack Alpha finds his mate,” Darcy said, where she was sitting beside Steve and rubbing the paste into his palm. “The Lupului of the Haită getting married doesn’t happen often. Once or twice in a generation. Last time was when I was just a pup, when Alpha Batroc came over with his pack from France.”

“Batroc?” Steve frowned. “You mean that asshole who’s always challenging Bucky’s leadership?”

“No, the asshole’s father.” Darcy rolled her eyes and moved around to do his other hand. “Apparently in some European packs, the title of Alpha is passed down hereditarily.”

“But not here,” Steve muttered, because he remembered what little Bucky had told him about being Alpha of this pack. How power was earned; borne of competence, brutality, and natural dominance. “Hard won and hard kept,” he recited, recalling what Bucky had said.

“Yeah.” Darcy met his eyes while Nakia was busying herself down at his feet. “Things weren’t always so nice for us, before Barnes. He challenged for pack Alpha when Batroc Senior died. There were fights, but he won.”

Steve nodded and tried not to worry about what would happen to the pack once they all woke up from being drugged and realized Bucky had lost his omega. Steve hoped it wouldn’t cause conflict, but from what little he knew of wolf nature and pack structure, it very well might. “He’s a good Alpha for you guys?” he asked quietly.

On his hand, Darcy gave a comforting squeeze, and Steve looked up at her. “Yeah,” she said. “But we’ll be fine.”

Steve hoped so.

“Now you must sit until it dries,” Nakia proclaimed, indicating the purple paste as she finished with Steve’s feet and set his heels down onto the floor. Steve glanced worriedly out the tiny windows of the yurt, where he could see that the daylight had fully waned and evening had drawn in. “H-how long will that take?”

“Oh not long. Ten minutes, maybe.” Nakia nodded brightly as she stood and went to the kitchen to wash her hands. “This will help you,” she said. “It will disguise your scent and give you strength.”

“Sure, sure.” Steve wanted to ask if the purple color of it came from wolfsbane, but figured it was probably a bad idea to say anything about wolfsbane at the moment. “What … what makes the color?” he asked instead.

Nakia’s smile turned sly. “Special Wakandan herb,” she said, and would say no more.

Just a plant, then, Steve thought. Just an old superstition from Africa. He thanked her anyway, since it was the polite thing to do. Nakia had spread the paste in lines across his cheeks and down his neck as well, taking extra care to rub it into his bonding glands. Steve hated to think what the people in the nearest town would think of him when they got a look at him running down the street in nothing but the strange markings and his birthday suit. Hopefully someone would recognize that he needed help, and he wouldn’t just be straight up arrested for public indecency or hauled off to the nearest loony bin.

“Good luck, Steve!” Nakia bid him goodbye, Darcy trailing out after her somewhat reluctantly.

“It’ll be okay,” she said back to him at the door.

“Wait!” Steve pleaded at the last second. “What am I supposed to do?”

Darcy just gave him a sympathetic wince and left the yurt without another word, and Steve sat there wondering how the heck he was supposed to know when to go out there.

A few minutes passed, and he started to angst that he’d missed some cue, and that this might mess up the timing of the Harvest wine. Wanda had warned that the wolfsbane would only work for an hour or two, at most. With the distance he had to travel out of the mountains, Steve wouldn’t have any time to waste. He looked down at his purple hands and feet, feeling lame and worried. Then the door opened and Steve blinked at the man who walked in. “... Doctor Banner?”

“Steve, Hi.” Banner came in and walked over to where Steve was sitting, hands in his pockets. He looked somewhat sheepish to be there. "I've seen you around but we've never been introduced. I’m Bruce.”

"I'm ... drying." Steve shifted awkwardly in place and indicated his purple hands and feet. “Not supposed to move for ten minutes."

Banner smiled and sank down into the beanbag across from Steve's. “They sent me in to talk to you.”

“Why?”

“It’s traditional. Before the mating run.”

Steve fought not to blush at the term. To him, "mating run" sounded like it might as well be called "naked werewolf sex chase"—because that's what it was. It was still weird to hear people talk about it so openly, and Steve shifted in discomfort. “Um, no offense or anything, but why’d they send you? You’re not omega.”

Banner’s mouth twitched. “No. No I’m not. But it’s usually someone who can impart a bit of wisdom relevant to your situation.”

“Oh.” Steve waited, unsure what the heck Doctor Banner had to impart. “Um, so …?”

“I wasn’t born into the pack, either.”

Steve’s eyes widened and he leant forward slightly. “I didn’t know that. You weren’t born a werewolf?”

“Mm mn.”

“What happened?”

Banner looked down with a small, self-deprecating smile. “I’m a doctor. One night a patient came into the E.R. in pretty bad shape. I was a mandatory reporter back then, so when his bloodwork came back saying he was infected. I had to alert the authorities.”

“You turned him in?”

He nodded regretfully. “I did. The patient heard about it, and the next blood draw I did, he grabbed the needle. Stuck me. Told me ‘welcome to his world’.”

Steve’s lips parted in shock. “On purpose?!”

“Well yeah. I’d ruined his life. He wanted to ruin mine.”

Steve had heard of cases of healthcare workers being infected on the job, but it was always discussed with an air of tragedy about it—like the AIDS crisis had been, back in the eighties. Banner was sitting there talking about it like it was no big deal, and Steve couldn’t decide whether an “I’m sorry” would be appropriate or offensive, at the moment. He licked his lips and instead asked, “Well, what happened then?”

Banner shrugged. “Lost my job. You can’t practice medicine if you’re infected with lycanthropy. Can’t do a lot of things, as it turns out.”

“No, that’s not true.” Steve shook his head. “There are … anti-discrimination laws. It’s illegal to fire or not hire someone based on infection status.” The quiet snicker he received for that told Steve he was being very naïve, and he squared his shoulders defensively. “Outside of medical jobs, I mean.”

“Yeah, there are laws.” Banner’s flat affect told him just how little that mattered in the real world, and Steve felt his face heat with indignity on the other man’s behalf. Banner continued, “I couldn’t find work, after. Being in the registry and all. Got a taste of my own medicine, so to speak. Karma. I felt so awful for all the years I’d ‘done my duty’ and reported infected patients to the health department. Got to see what the world was really like for people living with lycanthropy.” He shrugged. “That was when I started trying to find others.”

“Oh.” Steve had never once considered what he’d do if he ever contracted it. It’d always seemed like such a far away problem, something that could never touch him. Something for other people to deal with. Embarrassed over his own ignorance, he looked down at his hands. “I guess … I just always thought everybody was born into a pack, for the most part.” Werewolf communities were some of the most disorganized and dysfunctional in the country. Noone liked them because they were trouble: poor, crime-ridden, drug-addicted, violent. Steve had never stopped to wonder why that might be. “You don’t hear of hospital infections much anymore,” he mumbled.

Banner nodded. “Yeah. With safety precautions these days it’s rare. And when it happens, you’re kind of screwed. The packs’ve been marginalized for so long that they’re very insular now. Protective. Most of them won’t just take in strays. There’re too many traditions, rules, suspicions. But then I found this pack, and because of Barnes, they’re different. A lot of physicians won’t treat were patients, you know? Infected or congenital. So the pack needed a doctor. Barnes accepted me in. Gave me home, a family, purpose.” He looked at Steve meaningfully from over the rims of his glasses. “I owe them everything.”

Steve’s heart sank. “You’re trying to tell me I should be glad to be here. Is that it? That I shouldn’t be afraid of getting infected?”

“No.”

He crossed his arms, remembering the purple paste only belatedly and looking down at himself. Luckily, the paste seemed to have dried and hadn’t smeared on the robe. He looked back up at Banner with narrowed eyes. “Well I’m not here by choice. They kidnapped me. I’ve been trying to run away, and they keep dragging me back. So I don’t know what Bucky told you to come in here and say to try and butter me up, but don’t bother.”

Banner’s face pinched sadly. “He didn’t tell me what to say. He thought you might have questions. About what it’s like, what’s gonna happen. He asked me to come talk to you.”

Steve scoffed, unwilling to believe that. Bucky wasn’t trying to be nice, he was trying to be manipulative. He thought sending in a former human outsider to sing his praises would change things, would somehow make Steve happy or ease his fears. Well Steve had news for him: it didn’t. He wished so badly that Bucky was there himself. He’d rip the alpha a new one if he was—

“So do you?”

Steve looked up. Banner was watching him expectantly. “Do I what?”

“Have any questions?”

“Of course I do!” he snapped, frustrated. When the other man just sat there looking regretful and kind, Steve felt bad for having raised his voice. He pursed his lips and looked down. “I dunno,” he said. “I guess I’m still hoping to get away. I guess you think that’s pretty stupid.”

“Naw,” Banner assured. “I went on a cleanse after I got infected—some made up junk I found on the internet. I knew it wouldn’t work, but I spent a thousand bucks to have some purge juice mailed to my house anyway.” Steve shot him a ‘really?’ look, and Banner nodded with a wince. “Yeah. Trust me, nothing sounds stupid when you’re desperate. I'd know.” He inhaled deeply and pushed the bridge of his glasses back up his nose. “But, I guess if you don’t have any questions …” He started to get up, standing from the bean bag chair and heading for the door. “It was nice to officially meet you, Steve.”

“Wait!” Steve blurted, fearful of being left in the dark on something he’d long wondered. “... What’s it like?”

Banner turned back and blinked at him. “Which part?”

Steve swallowed thickly before he worked up the nerve to ask, “The first time. The … shifting. What’s it like? Does it ... ya know, hurt?”

Banner looked like he’d expected the question. “Well, it is painful, but probably not like you’re imagining.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s intense. Overwhelming. Really weird. But it hurts in a way that almost feels good. Satisfying.”

Steve scowled. “That makes no sense.”

Banner shrugged apologetically. “It's its own thing. There's nothing like it. No that I've experienced. The only thing I can compare it to is ... maybe a bit like having a knot or a kink worked out? You know: like a good massage; stretching sore muscles, or popping your knuckles; that prickling feeling you get when you come in out of the cold and your skin starts to warm up. It’s a relief feeling. Does that make sense?”

Steve sighed. “Not really. Kinda. I dunno.”

“Hey.” From the doorway, Bruce sent him a fortifying look. “You’ll be okay, kid. It’s really just a day or two of fever, and then you feel right as rain until the moon comes. That’s when you’ll shift with the whole pack.”

“Yeah,” Steve murmured, thinking about the particular shade of the purple-blue flower petals that'd probably already been strained out of the giant vat of wine by now. “... shift with the whole pack.”

He’d certainly do something with the whole pack, if this plan didn’t pan out. Like get ripped apart by them.

Bruce seemed to take his silent worry for concern over becoming a werewolf, so he added, “And you feel stronger and swifter after, even in your human form. You can smell better, all your senses are enhanced and you feel more in tune with yourself. Especially during and right after a shift. It’s exhilarating.”

Steve nodded, avoiding meeting the other man’s eyes out of the guilt he felt. Soon the entire pack would be drugged up and knocked out because of him—even Banner would be. “Thanks,” he said morosely. “For telling me, I guess.”

“Of course. I’ll tell them you’re ready. Someone will come and get you.”

“Great."

The door to the yurt closed behind Banner, and Steve was left alone again, sitting in silence except for the near-distant sounds of two hundred people kicking off a bonfire party.

He turned his hands over in his lap and stared down at his purple palms. “Great,” he repeated, this time in little more than a whisper. He wasn’t ready for this at all. He was scared, and anxious, and guilty, and not at all sure that he was doing the right thing.

Darcy had explained that everyone would recover, but it certainly wasn’t healthy for them to be ingesting wolfsbane. Steve was low grade poisoning an entire village of people just so that he could get away from Bucky. It made him feel crummy, made him think of the pale rings of scar tissue all the alphas had from the silver collars poisoning their skin, back at the prison. Steve cringed when he thought of how mad Bucky was going to be, once he realized what Steve had done. Darcy had said people might throw up once they regained consciousness, and Steve hated to think of hurting everybody like that. He felt no better than the prison guards, using the wolves' weaknesses against them.

But it was too late to back out now. The plan was already in motion. Outside, people were probably already being served the laced wine in red solo cups (or whatever kinds of cups hillbilly werewolves drank their booze from). And Wanda and Peter had stuck their necks out for Steve, in helping. All he could do now was soldier on with the plan.

Soon he’d be free of this place, and all the wolves would be right as rain, having recovered from the sneaky poisoning of their harvest wine. They'd go back to their lives as usual, minus one pesky human, and so would Steve. And it would be fine.

It would be fine.

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SteveTony Weekly - June 30 - Week 26

Hello, friends! Hopefully you had an amazing week. As a quick note, tomorrow AO3 will be down for a substantial amount of time, so be sure you have your fic needs prepared for that. I’ll be sharing the monthly podfic rec list later in the day to account for that.

Now here’s this week’s recs!

I don't think there's a manual for this by itsallAvengers

So. His son can stick to things, apparently.

If only Tony had realised this before he'd caught him hanging off the 89th floor of the tower.

Well. Parenting was never going to be a smooth road, was it?

my thoughts: it’s so fluffy. Steve’s exhaustion and panic are spot on for a new parent, and Tony just needs a nap and toddler proof glass.

Found My Heart Wandering by ItsMayBiTheWay

The scenery, for lack of better words, is simply breathtaking. The colors of the sunset before him, as he crosses his legs on the wooden pier, reach inside Steve’s sternum and cradle his heart gently, the soft pinks and blues swaying in the sky to create the perfect shade of lilac.

They fill in the cracks like the ancient art of kintsugi, proudly emphasizing all the scars with gold- you are better for all the scars you take, Steven, it shows you have loved, it shows you have lost- it all shows you have lived; instead of wasting your heart away, the voice of his mother repeats.

Backpacking across Europe for inspiration for his upcoming art show after a bad breakup; the last thing Steve expects to find is love.

my thoughts: i love a good meet cute. This was adorable.

Take the Moment and Taste It by betheflame

“You cannot be serious, Tony! A friendship bracelet.”

Tony Stark grinned up at his business partner from his place bent over the lawnmower engine he was tinkering with. “Aw, Pep, come on. It worked for Travis.”

Pepper pinched the bridge of her nose. “If you honestly want to pattern your love life off of a fanfic come to life, to a straight man, be my guest, but have you considered that you cannot just waltz into a mall and wait in line for a hockey player’s autograph?”

Or, Steve is a closeted hockey player, Tony is a publicly gay fanboy, and the NHL has no idea what's about to hit it.

my thoughts: a Tayvis flavored sportsball AU? What’s NOT to love?? I had a lot of fun reading this one and was sad when it ended.

it might just have been you by Areiton

"You have the whole world in front of you, Tony," Steve says, slowly. "When you get off this boat, there's nothing to stop you from living the life you want. If that's as a mechanic with a nice Alpha--you can have that. Just because what you grew up with is trash, doesn't mean that all alphas are. You can still have exactly what you want."

Tony laughs, and it feels brittle, sharp, cutting at his throat as it spills between them. "There aren't nice Alphas, Captain. No one is nice enough to walk away from a billion dollar fortune for someone like me."

"I would," Steve says, and it feels like a confession, like something he doesn't mean to share, and all the more precious for it.

my thoughts: um. Well, so I wrote this one? But I haven’t read it since I wrote it a year ago and it was a lot of fun to see what happened with these two. Bearded Steve is kinda amazing.

If The Collar Doesn't Fit by askaniblue

Subs need to belong to a dom. That's the law and being Captain America doesn't place you above the law. But when Steve shows up to a fight with ugly looking injuries Tony gets worried. Tony starts digging. Of course Iron Man is a switch, everyone knows that, so what does he know about what goes on between doms and subs? And why should Steve listen when Iron Man charges in to his defense? No other dom wanted the contract of an overgrown sub like Steve. Not even Mr. Stark.

My thoughts: i really love the dynamics here and Tony taking care of Steve is everything to me.

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 9 months ago

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the valentine experience

by greatunironic

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, The Party (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Dating, (of a sort), Mutual Pining, Vaguely Erotic Baking, Dom/sub, Dom Eddie Munson, Feminization, Virginity Kink, (But Once Again Just A Soupçon), A Peppering of Daddy Kink, (Steve Is Working Through Some Stuff), Kink Discovery, Shades of Mean Dom Eddie, Kitchen Sex, Dirty Talk, Dry Humping, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Prostate Orgasm, Comeplay Words: 15,732 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Mike had scoffed, again, and Steve tried not to be insulted when he’d said, “Steve? Why Steve?” “Because Steve’s had more Valentine’s than any of us combined!” Dustin had said. “Yeah, because he’s a serial monogamist —” “Shut the fuck up,” Steve had said. “Also, who taught you those words?” Eddie had teetered his hand back and forth in the air. “Personally, I think there’s a certain stolen RV confession negates that, but —” “You shut the fuck up right now even faster —” In which Mike and Eddie have a bet, Steve is the victim of circumstance, and he's not super mad about it.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #10-25k #fake dating #mutual pining

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years ago

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𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

valentine's day masterlist

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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mypoisonedvine · 2 years ago

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Hi hi! I’m sure you’re being flooded, but I’d love a little something about younger (20 or older though!) reader babysitting for dad! Steve. Smutty if you feel so inclined. Can be single or not, dealer’s choice!

I went wayyyy overboard with this, oops, but it was so sexy omfg

word count: 2k

warnings: huge age gap (45+ vs 20), unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral m receiving, sliiiightly mean dom steve, size kink, stomach bulge kink, daddy kink

You'd been crushing on Mr. Harrington for years, actually... even before the divorce.

It wasn't just that he was good-looking, although that was obviously part of it. It was the way he acted with you, it made you feel all girly and little and dumb; it was the way he played with his kids which made your uterus sob in envy; it was the way he wore reflective shades to the pool and you had to wonder if he was looking at you and seeing how much you'd grown.

For the longest, much to your dismay, nothing happened between you. You'd been trying to make conversation after he came back each night to finish your babysitting shift, but it never really worked. Nothing worked, actually, not even the skimpy outfits or the strategic bending over or the casual touches to his arm or knee.

Nothing worked until last night.

It started mostly normal, except that he was obviously in a worse mood than usual. You asked how his date went; he dodged the question. You pressed again, and he shook his head as he sat down on the couch, running his hands over his hair.

"It's starting to feel futile," he explained, speaking quietly knowing his kids were asleep down the hall.

"What is?"

"All of it," he breathed. "Dating, work, all of it."

You sat next to him, pulling your knees up on the sofa and tilting your head sympathetically. "Tell me about it," you offered.

Amazingly, he did. He told you about how each woman he went out with was worse than the last, and he didn't trust any of them with his kids. That made your heart skip; I'm his babysitter, he trusts me with his kids.

He told you about how rough the divorce had been, and then the custody arrangements. Apparently he was still dealing with that even though Mrs. Harrington had moved out probably almost two years ago now.

He told you about how hard his job was, how the hours killed him, how he could barely find time to spend with his family because he was putting out everyone else's fires at the office.

"That all sounds really stressful, Mr. Harrington," you cooed when he finished his rant. "You need to relax."

He chuckled a little. "Easier said than done."

"Maybe I can help you."

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, but his eyes went wide as he watched you get on your knees on the ground.

"Let me help you relax, Mr. Harrington," you pleaded, running your hands over his legs gently as they stayed slightly spread on the couch.

"Oh, uh— I— sweetie, we can't—"

You reached up to his belt, and even if his words were hesitant, he lifted his hips slightly to make it easier for you to unbuckle it.

"Are you— fuck— are you really—? Baby..."

It made your hips wiggle against the carpet hearing him talk like that. You got his fly open next, and started to rub his cock through his boxers underneath. His eyes followed your every move in disbelief.

He was just starting to get hard when you took him out, but he was already so big... your mouth was watering. You couldn't wait any longer: you looked up at him for just a second before you leaned forward and took his fat head into your mouth.

Groaning and tilting his head back, his hands found purchase in your hair instantly.

"Fuuuck," he breathed, "you're... you're so bad, sweetie, you know you shouldn't... oh my god."

You bobbed your head eagerly, feeling him swell and harden against your tongue until your mouth was stretched to its limit by his size. You hummed around him joyfully, revelling in the softly salty taste on your tongue. Stroking with your hand what your lips couldn't reach, you took a break after a few minutes to look up at him for approval.

"Where'd a sweet girl like you learn how to do that?" he asked with a long sigh. "Fuck, keep sucking... look up at me, baby."

You did as you were told, and he adjusted his hips slightly so it was easier for you to keep eye contact with him while you suckled at his throbbing head.

"Good," he praised, stroking your cheek as you worked. "Such pretty eyes... and that pretty mouth too, god. Take it deeper, sweetie, you can choke a little."

His hand helped push you down until his dick hit the end of your throat, and you gagged helplessly. He moaned loudest at that, eyes falling shut for a moment.

"Too big for your little mouth, huh?" he noticed. "Poor baby. Choke on me again."

You did as he said and noticed his hips rocking up to push his cock even deeper and gag you even harder. Tears welled in your eyes but he purred in satisfaction.

"Mm, good job," he praised, "you're so good for me, sweetie."

Needing a break for your throat, you pulled back and stroked him slowly as you made conversation. "How long has it been since somebody sucked your cock, Mr. Harrington?" you asked sweetly.

"Fuck, I don't even know— years? Before Allie was born, probably. She didn't... she never did it, really," he mumbled, and you tried not to bite your lip. Of course his bitch ex-wife never did this to him, he was probably so starved for affection for ages.

"That's such a shame," you pouted, "it tastes so good. I'd never be able to stop tasting you, Mr. Harrington."

"Then don't stop," he encouraged, pushing your head down again. You got back into the pattern, only taking breaks to lathe the shaft in long licks from base to tip; he seemed to like those a lot.

Sometimes you felt his cock throb and you hoped it meant he would come soon: you couldn't wait. You went on for a while longer, though, and started to get desperate for it. When his heavy breathing made you pretty sure he was close, you broke the pattern one more time to encourage him. "I want you to come in my mouth," you informed him. "M'gonna swallow it, sir, I promise."

"No, fuck no," he interrupted, surprising you. "No, I want that pussy. Fuck, I need your pussy, get up here."

You climbed onto the couch eagerly, straddling his lap as he started to pull your skirt up right away. He snapped your panties off like it was nothing, instantly groaning at the sight of your mound beneath; you felt so exposed in the best way, you worried you were going to drip right down onto his khakis with him looking at you like that.

"Fuck, sweetie, you're so gorgeous," he sighed, "such a gorgeous little pussy. C'mere..."

He held your thighs, petting them as he guided you down to his cock. He stopped looking at it once he was just barely pushing inside, instead starting to watch your face as you sank down onto his length with a moan. "Fuck!" you whimpered. "Fuck, too big, you're too—"

"Shh, shh," he soothed, "gotta be quiet, baby, the kids are asleep."

Your gut burned from how stupidly hot that was, and you bit your lip to try to keep it down. His cock reached the end of you and you jolted, trying to move back up, but he shook his head and kept guiding you down.

"No, sweetie, you need to take all of me," he scolded gently. "You're gonna take all of me, fuck, so good..."

Finally, somehow, he managed to get it all inside until your thighs were flush with his. You were shaking, it was so deep you were shaking; there was a slight bulge in your tummy where his cock filled you. "Mr. Harrington, it's too deep..."

He growled, actually growled, and held your hips tightly. "No, baby, it's just the right amount. You're taking me so good... all of my cock is in you, sweetie, you're doing so fucking good. Now just ride me."

Shaking and whimpering, you started to rock your hips on top of his; he sighed and watched you, looking wrecked in the best way.

"Yeah, fuck," he encouraged, "fuck, you know how long it's been since I had pussy like this? Tight, wet, young pussy like yours? You feel so fucking good..."

"You too," you moaned, "you feel so good, Mr. Harrington..."

He smirked a bit. "I think we're on a first name basis by now... but I want you to keep calling me that anyways. It's so fucking cute."

Pulling you a little closer, he whispered right by your ear.

"Maybe," he suggested, "you could even call me daddy."

"Oh, daddy," you pounced on the opportunity immediately, and he groaned in satisfaction. "Daddy, it feels really really good..."

"Yeah? Well then why don't you cream for me, huh? Let that cute little pussy come on my cock—"

You didn't even let him finish. You'd been worked up since he got here and it hit you all at once. He watched you proudly, thin laughter ringing in your ears.

"God, you're so sensitive," he groaned, "it's gonna take me a while, baby, I'm not as young as you... takes me all night sometimes."

You shuddered; "I don't have anywhere to be..."

"Yeah you do," he corrected, starting to guide your hips as your motions faltered from the exhaustion of coming. "Your parents are probably worried about you, sweetie. They don't know what a slut you are, do they?"

You shook your head. "N-no, daddy..."

"Fuck," he breathed, "you're so cute... show daddy your tits, sweetie— lift up your shirt for me and show me your tits."

He was more than capable of doing it himself, but he preferred to watch you roll up your tank top and let him see your tits, hardened from being so turned on by all this. You'd stopped wearing a bra around him months ago, and it was all worth it as he reached up and palmed one of your breasts.

"Mm," he hummed, "you've got great tits, baby— you show them off too much, though."

He slid his hand across your chest to touch the other gently. "I only did that for you, Mr. Harrington," you promised, "I just wanted your attention... wanted you to see how grown up I am..."

He smirked. "You got my fucking attention, sweetie."

With renewed energy, you started to take control again, riding him in earnest. "Really?" you confirmed hopefully. "Did you think about me, daddy? Did you ever jerk off and think about my tits?"

He delayed his answer by hissing a little, looking down at where your pussy slid up and down on him before tilting his head back again. "Yes," he admitted, "yeah, I thought about you. I would've done it a lot more if I knew you wanted me to."

"Of course I wanted you to," you giggled, "I have such a big crush on you, Mr. Harrington, I have for so long..."

"A crush, huh?" he laughed.

You nodded eagerly, whining when he held onto you tighter and started to thrust up into you off the couch.

"You know I'm more than twice your age, right?" he reminded you with a purr, and you nodded. "You know I'm older than your dad, right?"

Your head was spinning, but you nodded again.

"And you know I could get you pregnant... right?"

You moaned, head falling back, and he laughed.

"I knew it," he gloated, "I knew that was what you wanted— knew you needed some babies fucked into you, sweet girl. Daddy's gonna knock you up, s'that what you want?"

"Yes, yes!" you sobbed.

You weren't moving at all now, you were limp and useless as he thrust up into you hard and fast, making you cry and moan so loudly he had to cover your mouth. "I'll come, fuck, nice and deep," he promised, "and give you a baby, yeah? Get you so full and pregnant, just how you want it."

You were begging him for it, but it was all muffled into nonsense under his hand as he fucked up into you rough and fast. It ended with a groan, his head falling back and his body going limp under you as he came. You collapsed onto him, both of you sinking into the couch as you caught your breath.

His hands rested on your thighs still, sometimes petting them or moving up to your waist; you shyly hid your face in the crook of his neck, hardly believing that this really happened— and terrified you would wake up and realize it was all a wonderful dream. "Think I'm gonna need you to babysit for me again tomorrow night," he broke the silence suddenly. "I'll pay double for the short notice."

"I'll do it for free," you replied.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fic #dad!steve harrington

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sunflowersoldat · 3 years ago

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Suit and Tie

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: +18 ONLY, slight slut shaming, mentions of light bondage, light Dom/Sub interactions, rough smut.

Summary: After reader and Bucky get invited to a costume party, things take a turn when Bucky has to explain his costume.

Main Masterlist

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You walked into the tower, where Tony was throwing another one of his parties. Most of the guests had gone by now, you were incredibly late. The team was sitting in the common area around the table, most of them still in their costumes.

Thor was wearing an old Superman costume, Tony had dressed up as one of ACDC’s band members, Nat wore a black dress with a witch’s hat, you giggled when you saw Steve in a full Red Sox uniform. The only one that didn’t really look like they were dressed up was Bucky, your boyfriend, he wore a grey suit and slate blue tie, the colors making his steel blue eyes pop.

You swallowed thickly, you had thought his stealth suit was hot, this was different, your stomach flipping and mouth going dry as you tried not to stare. Walking up to the team, you flopped down onto the couch between Bucky and Steve as he sided-eyed you under his ballcap,

“Who are you supposed to be? He asked huskily, motioning toward your black sweats and white band tee.

“Yeah, where is your costume?” Sam added from behind you, dressed as a cowboy, hat, chaps, and all.

“You can’t dress up as yourself kid. Even though you are scary looking.” Tony jested across the room from behind his whiskey.

You raised your hands in surrender, “Jeez guys, I just got back from a mission and threw on something comfy. I wasn’t aware you were having a costume party, Tony. Some of us actually work around here.” You shake your head as Nat hands you a glass,

“Ignore then rookie. You weren’t required to wear a costume, besides all the guests are gone anyway.” She sat back down next to Barton, who was dressed in the exact same costume as Sam.

“Besides I am not the only one who didn’t dress up.” You nod at Bucky next you, who began eyeing you suspiciously, “I hope you gave Barnes the same hell you gave me.” You looked around the room as the team started to laugh quietly, hiding their smiles when Bucky rose from his seat,

“You don’t think this is a good costume? Tony suggested it, I still don’t understand why. Something about you not being able to resist me. I don’t know.” He ends quietly, taking a drink of his beer as he spun around, giving you a better look.

You raise your brows at him, “Yeah… I am not following who you are supposed to be Buck.” You lift your glass to your lips taking a sip, eyes following him around the table.

“What was it, Tony? Christian something…” Bucky mumbles, “Oh right,” Bucky snapped his metal fingers as they glistened in the low light, “Christian Grey…”

You spit out your drink, followed by a fit of coughing, as Steve pat your back gently,

“Damn kid, are you okay?”

The team members who understand the reference laugh hysterically. You glare at Tony as you wipe your face, “Did you tell him who Christian Grey was?!” you croak. This only makes Tony laugh harder, as Bucky looks around the room brows furrowed, he knows there is a deeper meaning to the costume and doesn’t like the idea of being a joke.

“He said he was a renowned businessman…” Bucky looked at you, irritation marring his beautiful features, he did make an exquisite Mr. Grey. “Doll? He isn’t a businessman… is he?” he asked pursing his lips tossing a dirty look at Tony.

You placed your hand over your mouth, as screwed up as this was, it was rather hilarious. You shook your head slightly, “Well… I mean… He isn’t not a businessman…” you were not sure how to tell the terrifying super soldier in front of you that he was dressed as a dominant sex fiend. “He um… Just watch the movie 50 Shades of Grey. Or… you could read the books, there are several. But the movies will get to the point faster.”

Nat sighed, “We could just tell him…”

Tony scoffed, “Why?! When we could show him.” As Tony spoke a screen lowered near the window, the movie already playing. You hid your face in your hands, Steve, Bucky and Thor watching intently, wanting to understand the joke.

You rose from your seat; you could feel the heat on your face, you may be dating, but there was no way in hell you were going to watch this with Bucky let alone the rest of the team in the room. You snatched the remote from Tony’s grasp, tuning the movie off and raising the screen, “Absolutely not.” You hissed as you tossed the remote behind the bar. “We don’t need to give him ideas Tony.”

Bucky turned to look at you, irritation growing,

“Will someone please explain who Bucky is dressed as please?” Steve groaned.

You sighed digging out your phone from your pocket, typing then tossing it to Steve, his cheeks mimicking red of his shield, as he read quietly, glancing between you, Bucky and your phone. He stood clearing his throat, walking over to Bucky, clapping his hand on his back before he returned to his seat.

Bucky gave you one last incredulous look before dropping his gaze to your phone. After a moment, his eyes widened and mouth dropped just a smidge, as you watched his cheeks turn a light pink.

“That would explain a lot… I kept trying to figure out why the women at the party kept giggling when I told them who I was…” lethal anger flashed across Bucky’s face as he turned to Tony, “Stark…” Bucky was standing now, cracking his neck, you slapped Tony’s shoulder, “Tony, if I were you, I would run…’

Tony laughed dismissing your hand, as he looked back at Bucky. Tony’s smile disappearing as Bucky launched himself in his direction. Tony scrambled over the top of his chair, running for the elevator,

“This was for you, kid! Thank me later!” he yelled before the doors closed mere seconds before Bucky slammed his fists against them. As Bucky turned around, the rest of the team stared at him, unsure if he was truly mad or if he was playing. Until a dark smile broke across his lips,

“Someone please remind me to get him back for this later.”

“Oh, Buck it isn’t that bad…” you grab his hand as he returns to the common area with the rest of the team, you tiptoe to place a kiss to his cheek, “Its actually kind of hot.” You whisper, lowering yourself back down as you glance up at him through your lashes.

You watch his eyes darken as he swallows hard and sets his jaw. Bucky sits down in the chair Tony just vacated, maneuvering you to sit on his lap as you both continue to converse with the rest of the team.

Bucky placing one hand on the armchair, holding his drink, as his other hand slipped nonchalantly under your shirt, rubbing circles on the sensitive skin of your side. One by one, the rest of the team tapped out, calling it a night and heading up to their rooms, until only you, Steve, Sam and Bucky remained. Bucky’s hand dipped lower, sliding under the band of your sweats, causing you to squirm and clear your throat,

“Well boys I am beat, I think I am going to call it a night. It’s been a long day.” As you try to remove yourself from Bucky’s lap, his metal hand tightens briefly on your waist, then loosens, allowing you to leave.

Your head is spinning by the time you make it to the floor where your room is located, unsure if its form the alcohol or from Bucky’s touch. Damn that beautiful man and his fancy suit. If you took his hints correctly, Bucky would be walking down the hallway and into your room shortly. You opened your door, scrambling onto your bed and under the covers, you drifted off into sleep.

You woke when you heard your door close gently, only opening your eyes when your bed dipped on either side of your thighs. You were greeted by pale blue eyes with lust blown pupils, you squeaked as Bucky worked his way into the covers on top of you.

He placed one hand next to your head to steady himself, as he caressed your face with the other, the quiet whir of his metal arm almost lulling you back to sleep. He slotted his lips over yours hastily, you whimpered into his mouth. Bucky lowered himself, grinding down on you, you squirmed under him, moving your hands to unbuckle his pants, but he grabbed your wrists, bringing them above your head, moving his hand from your face to rip off your shirt and bra, tossing them into the darkness in your room.

You whined when he broke the kiss, as he removed his tie, wrapping it around your wrists and then to the bedpost.

“Buck, what are you…”

Gasping when his now free hands cupped your breasts, one hot one cold, sending goosebumps down your body. You arched your back into him, he growled as your hips met, your clothed core brushing against his hardened cock through his slacks.

Removing himself from on top of you, he ripped your sweats and underwear off, throwing them behind him to land somewhere else in the room. The second you were naked, he was on top of you again, his mouth biting and sucking your neck. As he worked his way down your chest, one hand massaging your breast, as the metal one snaked up to grasp your throat firmly. Moaning as his grasp tightened and slid his other hand down to your soaked core,

“All this for me baby?”

He continued to nip and suck on your nipples, switching back and forth between them.

“B-Buck. What… What are you d-doing?” you choked.

He growled, releasing your breast with a wet pop, teeth scraping against your hardened nipple, you whimpered, the pleasure and pain of it overwhelming you,

“Sargent… You will call me Sargent, until I tell you otherwise.” He snapped before he crushed his lips to yours. This wasn’t the Bucky you were used to, but you were in no way complaining.

He moved his hand in your slick, teasing your entrance, you mewled, thrusting your hips towards his hand. Wanting, no needing more of him, needing to feel him all over, for your skin to burn with his touch.

“Do you understand?”

When you didn’t respond, he tapped your core, pulling a strangled cry from your throat, you nodded hastily, wanting him to continue what he had been doing to you. “Y-Yes.”

“Yes what?” he growled.

“Yes Sa-Sargent.” As you finished the word, he slid his fingers through your folds, stopping on your throbbing clit, rubbing slow circles, before lowering his head placing kisses down your torso. Teasing you, lower, lower moving to your thighs and kissing the sensitive flesh there, eliciting quiet moans from you, until he stopped, hovering over your core, warm breath fanning your folds.

He lifted your hips with his hands, removing the metal one from your neck, giving him easier access, starting at your entrance he flattened his tongue licking a long slow stipe up your slit, causing your eyes to roll back as he thrust two fingers into you, his mouth focusing on your clit.

Licking and sucking as you struggled against his tie restraining your hands, the cord in your stomach tightening, almost snapping, when he stopped. He pulled himself away from you, he disappeared into the darkness,

“B-Bucky?” you called hoarsely.

You jumped when he returned grabbing your waist and flipping you on to your stomach, crying out when you felt a harsh smack on your ass, the unmistakable jingle of his belt buckle ringing through the air, as he brought it down on your ass again.

“What did I say you were to call me.” He reached around, lifting your hips slipping his fingers into your folds again.

“S-Sorry Sargent.” You gasp, mewling as his fingers slipped into you again. Leaning down to your shoulders kissing and biting, as his metal hand circled around to your throat again, the other hand leaving your core making you whimper.

Only to scream his name as he centered his cock and slammed into you, you felt every glorious inch of him as the head of his cock kissed your cervix, knocking the air from your lungs. He set a brutal pace, thrusting into you harshly, eliciting obscene moans from you in response, he reached for the tie around your hands, releasing you, as he yanked you against his chest by your hair, kissing and biting at your neck.

He moved his hand to sit firmly around your throat, you gripped his arm tightly as the other one slipped down to your clit, hastily rubbing, and flicking until you couldn’t take it anymore. You came crying his name,

“That’s it Doll give it to me, give it all to me.”

He continued his harsh pace, only stopping to flip you onto your back again, his hips slowed as he pulled out of you, immediately feeling empty. You were already so blissed out, as he dragged you from the bed, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist, slipping down onto his cock. Your hands clawed at his back as he pinned you to the wall, fucking up into you. skin slapping skin filled the room with your incoherent words and his moans.

“So greedy for me, huh? That pussy was made for me, my pretty little cock whore.”

You felt the cord in you tighten again as he pulled out, releasing his bruising hold on your thighs, letting you land on the ground in front of him on your knees.

“I’m gonna ruin that pretty mouth princess.”

You looked up at Bucky through your lashes, dropping your mouth open, tongue out, as he placed his heavy cock in your mouth.

“I want you to touch yourself, princess, but you can’t come until I tell you to. Do you understand?”

You nodded eagerly, slipping one hand down to your clit, you moaned around his cock. He placed his hand on the wall behind you, as his other hand tangled in your hair, without warning he snapped his hips, cock slamming down your throat.

Tears prickled your eyes as you reminded yourself to breathe through your nose, your free hand on his thigh to brace yourself as he used your mouth to find his release. His warm spend coating the back of your throat as his cock twitched on your tongue. You moved your fingers faster, chasing your own release, when Bucky removed himself from your mouth, and caught your hand.

“Sar-Sargent please…”

“Please what princess, use your words.”

He lifted your fingers to his mouth sucking them clean, he lifted you from the floor, setting you on the bed before tying your hands behind your back. He laid himself on the bed, lifting you onto him, centering his cock to your entrance, before slamming you down on to him.

You struggled against the restraints on your wrists, as he slowly, painfully slowly fucked up into you. He brought you to the edge again, your body ready to let go, as tears spilled from your eyes, you begged him to let you finish, to no avail. He continued to edge for the final time before he reached around behind you to release your wrists,

“Ride me princess, make yourself come on my cock.”

You did as you were told, grinding down on him relentlessly chasing your orgasm, not stopping until sweet release washed over you, not even as Bucky screamed your name, cock stilling inside you as he coated your silky walls with his thick spend. When you finally reached your release, your whole body shuddered as you fell limply against his chest. The two of you breathing heavily as he rolled you onto your side, cock still snug inside of you as he pressed feather light kisses to your lips and closed eyes.

“You are keeping the suit, right?” you asked breathlessly,

“Absolutely.”

Bucky’s Duckies

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oohnoniall · 2 years ago

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Rocky Road || Steve Harrington x Fem!OC

WARNINGS:

18+ Smut. Minors DNI.

Steve being pushed to the edge, Emily is kinda mean, Bratty Emily, Dom Steve, Talk of Consent/Safe Words, P in V, Oral (M receiving), fingering, not proof-read. BANTER BANTER BANTER. vulgar language.

Monday shifts were brutal. Even in the middle of summer, Mondays were dead. People were getting over hangovers or kids had spent the last of their allowance money the day before. All that meant was that Steve Harrington was bored out of his skull.

There was no steady stream of customers, no one rushing into Scoops in order to beat the heat. Robin didn’t work on Mondays either, as she was too busy with marching band practices. He felt as though he was alone.

He didn’t do well by himself.

His eyes were glazed over, taking in each full container of ice cream for something to do, by the time she waltzed in.

Emily Monet looked like she had never heard of the word modesty. Her skirt went to her mid-thigh with fishnets showing off every bit of skin possible. Her shirt hugged her too well, tucked into the skirt that she wore and advertising Joan Jett. He hated her for how fucking tempting she looked, hated how he thought about turning those fishnets into shreds.

“What are you doing here?” Steve asked, his tongue darting out to wet his soft pink lips.

“Reading,” Emily held up the book in her left hand. The cover was tattered and he could see sticky notes peeking out of it. He’d watched her carry that book around since their freshman year at Hawkins High. He’d managed to catch a glimpse of the title in their shared senior English class.

The Complete Works of Emily Dickinson. Emily had scrawled her name underneath the title, as though anyone else would ever claim it.

“You know Robin’s not here, right?”

“Obviously,” Emily tossed her bag into her normal booth. “Listen, I just got off. I just want to sit here and read my book. Or am I too distracting, Harrington?”

His brow twitched just slightly. Emily was always like this. She spoke harshly and without regret. She got under his skin, flirting or fighting and he had never been able to tell.

“Trust me, Mone-t,” he had been mispronouncing her last name from the moment they met. “You’re no distraction.”

Just like he wanted, her nose scrunched slightly and her cheeks turned a shade of red that he could barely make out underneath her foundation. A warmth spread through Steve that he did not quite understand. But it was a feeling that he craved. It was why he had gone out of his way to put that look on her face.

“My name is Monet,” she said, not pronouncing the ‘t’ at the end. “Honestly, Harrington. How many times do I have to tell you that?”

“That depends,” Steve’s lips quirked into a half-smile. “How long until it stops annoying you, Pumpkin?”

Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of red. The warmth seemed to envelop Steve in a loving embrace. God, he could chase this feeling forever. The rush of adrenaline that came with annoying Emily Monet was nearly everything to him.

“You know, name-calling was cool. In middle school,” Emily’s green eyes blazed. Steve wondered how bright he could make them. How flushed he could make her.

“Yeah, I don’t think ‘pumpkin’ qualifies as middle school taunts,” he leaned casually across the counter.

“It’s intent, not meaning that matters.”

“What if my intent is just to make you talk to me?”

“Then you’re an even bigger idiot than I thought,” she pulled a highlighter out of her bag. He knew the tip would be in her mouth within seconds. He’d watched her chew on the tips of pens and highlighters for years, always wondering what her deal was.

“I don’t think so,” Steve stated as he began to make her usual order. One scoop of rocky road ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. While she never asked for it, he liked to add crushed up Oreos to the top of it. “Why else would you keep coming back here?”

“I like the scenery,” Emily replied, her eyes roaming his body.

His cheeks flushed, his heart pounding just slightly as her eyes locked on his once more. He already felt like an idiot in the sailor suit. Emily’s judgment of it only made it worse. He figured that she was making fun of him. What else could it be? The sailor uniform didn’t show him off well. The shorts were too baggy, the top wasn’t as nicely fitted as the polo shirts he preferred to wear. Plus it made him look like a fucking asshole.

“The scenery?” He questioned, his bushy eyebrow raising ever so slightly.

“Yeah,” Emily leaned against the counter. Steve could count the soft freckles along her cheeks. He wondered briefly if she had painted them on. “You make a nice view, Captain Stupid.”

“What?” He hated how his heart sank in his chest. He should have known that she would’ve just made it a way to insult him. “What the fuck did you just call me, Monet?” The mispronunciation came too easily.

“Sorry, I meant Captain Nodick.”

“Emily,” his teeth ground together. Brown eyes hard and unyielding. She got under his skin in ways that he could not begin to explain. Ways that would probably lead them to fighting over and over and over again.

“Oh!” Her eyes were so green that he felt as though he were drowning in some exotic sea. “What about Captain Useless?”

“Says the brainless wonder,” Steve snapped back. He hated to think that he wasn’t good enough. That he was useless. Emily had to have known that by now. They’d been playing this game for so long that they both should have realized when they said the wrong thing. When they pushed too far.

But like Emily, Steve didn’t realize when he had said the wrong thing.

Emily’s eyes flashed warningly, the fire within them hot enough to burn down Starcourt Mall. He knew he should have apologized. He knew what it meant when she glared at him like that. When her lips went thin and her cheekbones seemed to grow sharper.

He never stood a chance.

“Brainless?” Her lips curled back, revealing teeth that seemed sharp. Steve knew his mind was just playing tricks on him. But the feral rage that shone in her eyes was enough to make him want to run. “You’re calling me brainless? Have you met yourself?”

Steve didn’t believe the sweet tone her voice had taken on.

“Emily, c’mon,” he was grateful that Scoops Ahoy was dead. No one would have to hear whatever this turned out to be.

“Steve Harrington the witless wonder thinks he can call me brainless?” The breathy laugh that escaped her shouldn’t have sent a shiver down his spine. “You peaked in high school. Do you see anyone around you? No. It’s because they grew up, Steve. They left you. Like everyone does. Because that’s what you are. The guy that stays stuck in the past. No one wants to be around that. No one wants to be around you. You’re pathetic.”

He knew that she didn’t mean it. That it all had come from him calling her anything close to stupid. But that didn’t stop him from seeing red. Who was she to talk? She was just as stuck in this place as he was. She was even sadder. Trapped underneath the debts of her parents. At least his were still providing for his lifestyle, they just were pissed he’d been rejected from the Ivies they’d forced him to apply to.

“You’re a fucking bitch, Emily,” Steve’s eyes shone with rage as he leaned closer to her.

Her eyes were sparkling, the rage and excitement building up inside her to create that color that he loved. Her face was red enough that her pale foundation could not cancel it out. She looked so fucking pretty. He wanted to ruin it.

Wanted to ruin her.

“What are you going to do about it, Harrington?” They were so close that her breath wafted over her face. His knees nearly buckled at the smell of the spearmint gum that he knew she favored.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled as his large left hand reached for her. He tangled his hair in her silky black strands, dragging her the last couple of inches before their lips met.

Emily Monet tasted like cherry chapstick and spearmint gum. Steve swore that he would die thinking about the taste of her.

The sound that she made was going to imprint itself into his mind for the rest of his life. A soft whimpering moan that made him want to leap across the counter.

But he had to control the situation.

Steve pulled away from the kiss first. She looked as though she couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. His heart nearly lurched out of his chest as she looked at him. Her lipstick had smeared just slightly, the black a bit under her bottom lip. He wanted to see it down her chin, wanted to see it and her mascara running down her face.

“Not such a little brat now, huh?” His brow rose slightly as he looked at her. “Go through the door. I’ll be right there.” He released her with the smallest shove.

Emily staggered once, blinking for a moment before a scowl crossed her features. “Why would I do anything you ask?”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll take you over the counter right here. I know you’re a little slut, Emily, but do you want the entire mall to watch me ruin you?”

A wonderful heat seemed to climb up through him as he watched her clench her thighs together. He knew his words had affected her, even if she wanted to fight him.

“Fine,” she snapped. “Just don’t keep me waiting. You’re not exactly worth it.”

His cock twitched, her words adding to his anger and his growing arousal. He watched as she slipped through the doors. Watched as she swung her hips in such a tempting way that he almost instantly followed after her. But Steve kept his head. He grabbed the sign that he and Robin had made for when they did not want to deal with anything.

The sign read ‘out for lunch’ with a small smiley face that Robin had doodled. It would give him at least thirty minutes. He doubted he’d need that long to put Emily in her place.

After setting out the sign, Steve slipped through the double doors. He shoved the lock through them and the windows, not wanting anyone to try to get in. Although, he highly doubted that anyone would.

Emily sat on the table that the employees normally ate their lunch on. She was kicking her legs absentmindedly, her combat boots hitting the metal legs of the table. She didn’t have a right to look like that. Not after they had just fought like that. Not when all he could think about was finding out what was under that skirt.

“You’re a naughty little brat, ya know that?” Steve asked as he stepped toward her. He really hated that he was wearing the sailor uniform. Anytime he had pictured his first time with Emily Monet, he had not pictured his Scoops Ahoy uniform. But he would make do. “All you do is push my buttons. Bet you think it’ll get my attention, huh?”

“I don’t do anything for male validation,” Emily leaned back on her hands, watching him as though she was bored.

God, that look in her eyes just made him hard.

“That’s not how I want you, slut,” he snapped as he took hold of her neck with his right hand.

She yelped lightly, trying to fight against his grip as he brought her to sit up.

“Em,” his eyes softened at the way she fought against him. “It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you. You can walk out of here at any time and never talk about this again.”

She looked up at him then. Trust shining in those green eyes that he had hated to love for the last four years of his life.

“Sorry,” Emily murmured softly. “I just … A little warning before you grab me like that, okay?” Even if they both knew this was just to get out their frustrations and their rage, it didn’t have to be violent. It didn’t have to hurt. They could set boundaries despite wanting it to hurt.

“Yeah, you got it. Do you … Do you want a safe word?”

“Vampire,” Emily gave him a grin that showcased her teeth a little too well. Steve knew about her obsession with biting. She’d bit him enough times for him to know it well.

“Vampire,” he repeated with a timid smile. “Do you want to keep going?”

“How do you want me?” Emily sat up then, Steve’s hands bunched into fists by his side to keep from touching her in a way that she didn’t like.

“Hands and knees, slut,” Steve slipped back into his anger like he would his winter coat. He’d only set it aside to make sure that Emily wasn’t being put into a situation she’d be uncomfortable with. He would’ve hated himself otherwise.

She rolled her eyes as she moved to position herself, spreading her knees just slightly. Those fishnets spreading in a tantalizing way across her thighs. His mouth watered at the very sight of it. Of her waiting for him.

“Been a bad little slut,” Steve murmured as his fingertips gently ghosted over her thighs. The fishnets were in his way, but that would be dealt with later. “Do you like punishing Daddy? Walking around in these little fucking skirts, playing mind games with me, insulting me. Bet it just makes you fuckin wet to think about what I could do to you.”

His fingers had continued to travel upwards until he reached the hem of said skirt. He shoved it up over her waist. The sight that awaited him was one that had not even appeared in his wet dreams.

Emily Monet wore fishnets under her skirt. And nothing else.

Her thighs were wet from her arousal. A meal that he wanted to feast on.

“No panties?” Steve breathed out as his hands caressed her ass. “God, Monet, you really are a little fucking slut.”

“Don’t you like it, Daddy?” Her voice took on a teasing edge that had Steve wanting to rut into the table. “Just knowing I’m always ready for you to play with.”

His hand came down suddenly on her ass, causing her to lightly yelp. Steve relished in the sound. He wanted to hear her crying out for him. But he knew that he couldn’t have that. Not where they currently were.

“You’re gonna be quiet for me, understand?”

“I’ll try,” Emily got another swat for her smart mouth. She cursed gently, causing Steve to leave another one.

“Every time I hear a fucking peep out of you, I’m gonna turn this little ass red. Do you understand me, pretty girl?”

Emily flushed at the name, her thighs clenching together. Steve found that interesting. He would have to remember that she liked it.

“Yes, Daddy,” Emily’s voice was barely a whisper but Steve still brought his hand down brutally on her ass.

He spanked her ten more times, giving her fourteen in total. He would’ve done more, but her thighs had began shaking and tears had just started to form in her eyes. He wanted her to cry. But not from his hands.

No.

He wanted to humiliate her.

Steve eased her onto her back then, her legs hanging off the table. He didn’t offer her a smile or any sort of apology as he tore her fishnets away from her cunt. The sound of the flimsy fabric tearing apart made his cock throb angrily in his sailor shorts.

His fingers gently slipped in between her folds, a soft grunt escaping him at the feeling of how wet she was.

“Little slut likes it when I’m rough with her, huh?” Steve kept his eyes on her face. Her eyes were open and alert, locked on where he was lightly probing at her entrance with his middle finger.

She didn’t offer an answer.

Steve knew it would probably come back to bite him, but it was a drastic time. Drastic measures and all that. His right hand moved to her face, giving her a quick slap. It was not enough to leave a mark on her, but enough to grab her attention.

“Answer me when I talk to you.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” Emily groaned, her hips bucking towards his hand as he slipped his finger inside of her. “I love it when you’re rough with me.”

“That’s my girl,” he nearly cooed at. He added a second finger, thrusting them almost lazily.

He loved the noises that came from her. The soft whimpers, the way her tongue poked out just slightly. He could tell she was biting it. Could tell she was taking his warning of being quiet seriously.

Who knew that Emily Monet listening could be the hottest thing in the world?

“Let’s see if you can take three, huh, pretty girl?”

“I can take it,” Emily’s eyes were slowly glazing over. The sex-drunk haze washing over her. He liked the way it dulled her eyes. Liked the way she wanted to prove herself to him.

He slipped the third finger into her, groaning softly at how her walls clenched around him. He couldn’t wait to slip his cock deep inside of her. Couldn’t wait to taste her.

His heart nearly sank as he realized that this couldn’t happen again. Emily hated him. Steve had known that from the first day of freshman year. She’d probably always hate him. Fucking in the back of Scoops Ahoy would not change that.

Her hips bucked faster towards his three fingers. Steve stilled her motions by resting his arm on her hips.

“Easy, pretty girl. Don’t be a greedy little slut.”

“Feels good,” Emily whimpered softly, the sound going straight to Steve’s cock.

“I know, baby, I know.” He curved his fingers around, making a come hither motion.

Emily bit down harshly on her lip. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over him. Her thighs were shaking, her walls clenching tighter around his fingers.

He slipped them out of her before she could cum.

“I don’t think so, pumpkin,” the name made her hips buck in a way that he hadn’t anticipated. “You haven’t been good enough to cum. Do you really think a little slut like you deserves it after everything you put me through?”

“I’m sorry,” Emily breathed out, her eyes never leaving his fingers. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. The moan that left him was almost porn-star like. “Please, Daddy, just let me cum.”

“I don’t think so,” Steve stated as he shoved his sailor shorts down to his knees.

Emily nearly whined at the sight of his cock. It was just a bit longer than average, but god the girth as going to fucking kill her. She would have given anything to have it in her mouth.

“Steve,” Emily moved to sit up on her elbows. “Do you … Do you have a condom?”

“Fuck, no,” he groaned as he moved to pull his shorts back up.

She looked like she was doing the mental math. Like she was debating a life and death situation. “Fuck it,” she said after a moment. “Just don’t … Just don’t cum in me, alright?”

“Don’t worry, pumpkin,” Steve grinned as he spread her legs farther. “I’d rather cover your face tonight. Maybe next time I can fill you to the fucking brim.”

“Promises, promises,” Emily breathed out as the head of his cock slipped over her clit. “Fuck, Harrington, just fuck me already.”

“Emily,” he groaned out as he glared down at her. “Shut up.”

“Fucking make me.”

He spit at her, the glob landing on her cheek. What he didn’t expect was her reaction.

She moaned. Fucking moaned. For him. For his god damn spit. Maybe she really was a slut.

He slid his cock into her then, feeding her every inch of his length. He didn’t worry about being nice about it. Normally, he would have let her adjust after every inch. But he’d been so mad for so long. Had been taunted and teased and pushed around for so long that he couldn’t stop himself from being a little mean.

He bottomed out in her, her clit brushing against his happy trail.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grunted softly. Slowly, almost as though he was teasing himself, he began to thrust. He started slow, just to get used to the way she hugged him. To the way she gripped him like a damn vice.

Emily Monet had been made for his cock.

“Fucking hell, Stevie,” she breathed out, her hands moving to grip his hair. She tugged at it, so harshly he thought he might scream. His hips jerked into her, the first brutal thrust of many.

“Don’t call me that.” “Why not? It’s cute,” her body seemed to move upwards with every hard, brutal thrust.

“Fucking hate it. Don’t want to think about that when I’m turning you into my little fucking slut.” He leaned down, changing the angle the slightest bit to get new depth. His lips inches from hers once more.

She kissed him, any part of him that she could reach. He knew it was her way of begging. She wanted to cum just as much as he did. But this was not the time for her pleasure. Oh no.

“Such a little slut, Emily,” he grunted as he thrusted into her tight little cunt. His hips moved at a hammering pace, as though he was more machine than man. He was suddenly grateful for all of his years of swimming. It had really helped build up his stamina. “Heard you at my party last year,” he left a wet kiss on the corner of her lips. “Fucking that idiot in my fucking bathroom. Bet you were wishing it was me, huh?” “Yes,” her whine was what dreams were fucking made of. “God, fuck, Daddy. Please, need to cum, please.”

“No, baby. This isn’t a pleasure fuck,” he grunted leaving a trail of curses on those freckles that he had loved for so long. “This is a punishment. Shouldn’t have been fucking with me for so long.”

He had to pull out then, his thrusts having grown sloppy. He was so close, so damn close that he thought that he might burst.

“On your knees, pretty girl,” Steve wiped the sweat from his brow before he helped her off the table. “Doing okay?”

“I’m gonna kill you,” Emily breathed out, her body shaking as she got onto her knees for him. Her mouth fell open, her tongue hanging out.

She just had to look like a goddamn painting.

Steve spit in her mouth, a dark fascination growing in him as Emily whimpered.

“Take it, baby, take my cock.” Steve wrapped her hair up in a fist. The short, black hair didn’t make a good ponytail. But it was enough to control her.

Emily took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She stared up at him through her eyelashes as she treated his tip as though it were a lollipop. He groaned softly as her tongue swirled around him. He swore she was playing with him.

Steve didn’t have the patience for Emily Monet. He held her head still with both hands, staring down into those green eyes that he had fallen for so long ago.

“Just tap my thigh three times if you need up, alright?” He gently shoved her hair behind her ear. “Good little slut, huh?”

He didn’t wait for a response before he began to fuck her face. His thrusts nowhere near as powerful as before. He wanted to gag her, but that didn’t mean he wanted her to completely suffer. Gag she did. The vibrations made his cock twitch furiously, made him want nothing more than to shoot load after load down her pretty little throat.

Emily took him like a champ, never once taking her eyes off him. It didn’t matter that tears had finally started to fall down her cheeks. Nor did it matter that he was taking too long. It was obvious she wasn’t stopping until he came down her throat.

She grabbed hold of his thighs, her nails digging into him. That was what set him off. The pain of her nails.

Steve groaned her name softly as he shot load after load down her throat.

She swallowed every single bit of it.

“That’s my girl,” he breathed out as he moved to sit down in one of the chairs. He felt utterly exhausted.

“Not your anything, Harrington,” Emily gasped out as she let herself fall back onto the floor. She hadn’t cum once. Steve almost felt bad about it, but she had made her bed. She had to lie in it.

“Maybe next time, you’ll be good enough for an orgasm.”

“Fuck you, Harrington.”

“Or not.” Steve watched as Emily stood up, her legs slightly shaky. She fixed her skirt and wiped away the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. She looked so beautiful that Steve just wanted to reach out to her.

But he didn’t. How could he?

“Don’t talk to me again,” Emily stated as she headed towards the door. Her legs still shaking. “And this? Never fucking happened.”

She walked out of Scoops.

Steve watched her go, longing devouring him.

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crispychrissy · 3 years ago

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Unintimidated

Summary: Bucky has always been intrigued by Y/N, one of the enhanced agents living at the compound, but he can never seem to actually talk to her. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 4883 Warnings: Fluff, language, sparring, minor angst, smut, little bit of dom!reader A/N: This is for @captain-kelli's "Don't Call It A Comeback Tour" writing challenge. Welcome back Kelli! My selected dialogue prompt is in bold in the fic, and I just made it under the 5000 word count limit, haha! I haven't written smut in quite a while, so I am a tad rusty, but I really hope you all enjoy! This was beta’d by the lovely @idjitmonkey.

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Bucky could hear echoing dull thuds of flesh hitting flesh, the familiar sound drawing him in like a siren’s call as he passed the doorway to the large training gym in the Avengers compound. Was it odd he could tell from the softness of the sound that whatever pair currently sparring were pulling their punches? Sure. Was it something he’d mentioned to anyone else before? Absolutely not.

Precision was ingrained in him during his captivity, and he got so good he could calculate exactly how much force from either arm would cause serious injury, break a bone, or even kill depending on the parameters of his mission. It wasn’t something he liked to reflect on, and with one last shiver as a long forgotten memory faded away, Bucky continued forward through the open doors into the training room.

Since it was a little past eleven at night, most of the lights in the room were off, save for two emergency lights on either end of the room and the large bulb dangling over the classic boxing ring in the middle of the room. Steve had literally gotten on his knees to beg Tony for a boxing ring when they’d moved into the compound, and the genius had actually sputtered and turned a shade of red so deep he looked like he had a bad sunburn before he caved and agreed to build one. It was reinforced and supersoldier-proof thanks to some kind of special metal weaving Tony made sure he bragged about, but it looked like the same ring Bucky would be in every Friday night after his shift at the docks back in the forties.

This time, however, the two people dancing around the ring were none other than Y/N and Natasha. While he vaguely remembered Natasha from his time assigned to the KGB training the Widows in the Red Room, Y/N was an interesting woman he’d met only six months ago when he fully moved into the compound. He knew she was an inhuman, but her abilities still were a mystery. When he tried to access her file a month ago when his curiosity got the best of him, it was so heavily classified that not even he or Steve could access it.

Tucking his left arm behind his body so any light reflecting off the black metal wouldn’t alert them to his presence, he slid along the wall and hid in the shadows to watch the two women sparring. Natasha was a formidable opponent, anyone who’d dared to spar with her knew that, but Y/N was holding her own, anticipating attacks and almost matching the redhead blow for blow. It was like a choreographed dance of fists and feet, each blow coming from Y/N took advantage of any open spot of Natasha’s with expert timing.

“So, you excited?” Natasha said through heavy breaths, a slight teasing tone in her voice as she blocked Y/N’s kick with her forearm.

Y/N scoffed, dropped down into a squat, and swept her leg out to try and catch Natasha, but she easily dodged it. “You act like this is my first time out in the field. I have been on missions before.”

The redhead shrugged. “Doesn’t mean you can’t get excited. I see the sunrise every morning, doesn't mean I get any less excited because of the frequency.”

Natasha slapped Y/N’s incoming punch away and used her momentarily unguarded knee as a step, launching herself up sideways to wrap her legs around Y/N’s neck. Bucky’s been on the receiving end of that move and he winced in sympathy when Y/N flailed and fell forward into a tumble before she slammed into the floor of the boxing ring on her back. Natasha’s legs were still wrapped around Y/N’s neck keeping her pinned to the ground, and she pulled back on Y/N’s arm until she grunted in pain.

“Dammit,” Y/N grumbled before she reached her other arm out and slapped the ground twice.

Natasha released Y/N with a soft giggle that was somewhat disconcerting coming from someone who just took down an opponent that hard in mere seconds. “It gets ‘em every time, don’t worry.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not one of the new vanilla agents that gets stunned and freezes up the first time you wrap your thighs around their face,” Y/N said with a laugh, slowly getting to her feet. She crossed her left arm over her chest to stretch it and Bucky’s eyes widened with how flexible she was; her arm was almost wrapped all the way around her torso. “Damn, you would have dislocated my shoulder if I wasn’t enhanced.”

Natasha hummed an affirmative noise and bent down to grab her water bottle and a towel to dry the sweat from her face. “I know you can take it. And I push you because I care.”

“Awww, spider has a heart after all,” Y/N teased, pressing a palm to her chest. She laughed and easily plucked the towel Natasha threw at her face out of the air before it could hit its target. When Natasha began to unwrap her hands, Y/N jerked her chin toward the bench press she knew the redhead favored. “You need me to spot yah?”

Natasha shook her head. “Nah, I’m just gonna finish up with some cardio on the treadmill. Good luck tomorrow, don’t be afraid to ask for backup even though we all know you can handle yourself.”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at Natasha before she gathered her bag and water bottle and gracefully slid between the ropes of the boxing ring, walked across the gym, and through the doors. Bucky was still staring at the empty doorway Y/N had walked through when Natasha’s voice made him startle.

“You can come out now, prizrak.”

Bucky sheepishly stepped out from the shadows and walked toward where Natasha was leaning over the ropes, glaring at him. “I wasn’t… watching to be creepy. I’m just curious about her.”

“Curious about what exactly?” Natasha asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Come on, Romanoff, you obviously know her better than anyone. Tell me about her,” Bucky pleaded with a whine in his voice. “What’s her powers? How’d she get them? All of her personnel files are classified and what few missions she has been on are redacted.”

Natasha only tilted her head and blinked at him twice before she started giggling. When Bucky growled at her, she only laughed harder, throwing her head back and clutching her stomach.

“I can make you talk, Romanoff,” Bucky threatened, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

Natasha used the elasticity of the ropes around the boxing ring to launch herself forward through the air, landing with practiced ease a few inches from Bucky. “You wouldn’t dare, kotenok,” Natasha purred, patting Bucky on his cheek.

“Natalia,” Bucky growled through his teeth. He wasn’t angry at her; he wasn’t really angry in general, it was just a lot of his swirling emotions manifested through the mask of anger he’d gotten used to wearing all the time. It was something he was working on with his therapist.

“James,” she quipped back, her defensive expression softening when she saw the frustration in his eyes. “Come on, don’t give me that look. If you want to get to know her better, talk to her. Or spar with her. You always get chatty when you spar.”

“I’ve tried,” Bucky whined, throwing his arms up in the air, “but every time I’m down here she’s either busy somewhere else, already sparring, or leaves before I have a chance to ask.” It happened often enough that he was starting to think she had something against him or didn’t like him.

Natasha, in all of her wisdom, merely lifted a shoulder in a shrug and grabbed the towel she’d thrown at Y/N where it was sitting in the corner of the ring. “Persistence is key.”

With a flip of red hair, she sauntered out of the gym, leaving Bucky rooted to his spot. Even though he was more frustrated than he was an hour ago, he had to admire Natasha’s ability to answer questions without actually giving any answers. Bucky shook his head and sighed before he headed over to the reinforced punching bags in the corner to work off some steam.

***

“Your shadow is back.”

Anne, the agent holding Y/N’s feet while she did sit ups, nodded her head toward the back wall of the gym where the one and only Bucky Barnes was standing. Again.

When Y/N and Natasha had sparred that one night almost four weeks ago, she’d known he was there the second he walked into the room. She was going to call him out for being creepy after ten minutes of him just hiding in the shadows and watching, but Natasha’s subtle shake of her head had made Y/N bite her tongue and stay quiet. Ever since that night, Bucky’s cobalt eyes have watched her almost every time she’s been in the gym, but for some reason he had yet to approach her, and each time Y/N had started to walk over to him, he disappeared from the room like someone lit a fire under his ass.

It was incredibly frustrating.

“Yeah, well, he can watch all he wants,” Y/N growled, rapidly finishing up her last set of twenty-five sit ups. “If my reassignment request goes through, I’ll be in Europe leading my own team of agents by this time next month and he’ll have to find someone else to menacingly stare at.”

Bucky had heard the entire exchange from his spot across the gym, but aside from a small tick of his jaw, he kept his face blank. Y/N’s reassignment request was news to him, and while he would be disappointed if she left, leading your own team was a huge opportunity and would really launch her career. He’d been asked to lead a team of agents a few times by Hill, but he always refused; the last thing he wanted was to be part of another Strike Team.

In all honesty, Bucky truly was in awe of her. He admired her fighting style and stamina, but every time he started to walk over to her to request a spar, she would begin speaking with someone else or start slowly packing up her stuff to leave. Even when he tried to intentionally run into her in the hallway by accident, she somehow managed to completely evade him and would already be in the gym by the time he gave up on trying to bump into her.

Y/N was an enigma wrapped in a puzzle box, and he had no idea where to even begin.

The quiet whisper of shifting fabric coming from behind him made him smirk, and he quickly brought his flesh arm up to block the hand trying to slap the back of his head. “Nice try, punk. I’m not that easy to sneak up on anymore.”

Steve let out a defeated sigh that turned into a soft laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. What are you doing down here anyways? I thought you’d be sleeping.”

Bucky had just returned from a three-day mission in Argentina and hadn’t slept since he left, but who’s counting. “Yeah, me too.”

Steve raised a brow at his best friend and scanned the gym, following Bucky’s eyeline to see what he was looking at. When he saw Y/N getting up from one of the mats to shake another agent’s hand, he snorted and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Ah.”

Bucky jerked his head sideways and glared at Steve. “What?”

The blonde supersoldier only smiled. “You know, the only things that should pine around here are the trees outside.”

Bucky took a swing, but instead of connecting with Steve’s fat head, his fist only glided through air. Steve was already halfway across the room in a sprint and shrugged when Bucky glared at him. “Asshole.”

Steve winked at Bucky, which was never a good sign, and his stomach plummeted to his knees when Steve walked right up to Y/N and began talking to her. She immediately straightened her posture and clasped her hands behind her to stand at attention when he approached, but whatever Steve murmured made her relax again. Steve was speaking just quiet enough for Bucky’s enhanced hearing not to be able to pick up what he was saying.

“Double asshole,” he growled before spinning on his heel and storming from the gym.

Bucky still wasn’t tired, but he found himself headed back toward the residential wing anyways, forcing himself to relax his face when a few agents he’d passed in the hallway stared at him with wide eyes before practically jumping out of his way in fear. After a quick pit stop in the kitchen for a power bar, he tore it open and shoved the whole thing into his mouth as he turned down the hallway leading to his room.

“Just the guy I was looking for.”

Bucky froze mid-step, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline as Y/N pushed off the wall directly across from the door to his room. “Huh?”

“Don’t ‘huh’ me, Barnes,” Y/N practically scolded him. “What’s your problem?”

Bucky chewed and swallowed the remaining bits of the power bar that were left in his suddenly dry mouth. “My problem?”

“Is there an echo in here?” Y/N snapped, taking a few steps closer to him. “I don’t know what I’ve done to warrant you constantly—and creepily, by the way—watching me, but if you feel intimidated, that’s your problem, not mine.”

“Doll, I’m not intimidated,” Bucky began, holding his hands up in front of him like he was trying to calm a wild animal. “Every time I’ve wanted to talk to you or to ask to spar, you’ve dodged me or started talking to someone else. If anyone’s intimidated, I’d say it would be you.”

Y/N’s mouth dropped open in shock before she scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest, clearly amused. “You don’t scare me, Barnes. I never asked you to spar because you were always just watching me! Every time I started to walk over to you, you disappeared. I even packed up my stuff really slowly just to give you plenty of time to come over and talk to me. You never did.”

Bucky’s head jerked back as if he’d just been slapped. “What?!”

“What?!” Y/N parroted back at him, just as confused. Several beats of dead silence passed between them before she opened her mouth again. “I thought—”

“You both are idiots. Glad you finally figured it out.” Natasha grinned at them from the end of the hallway before walking to her door and disappearing inside.

A few long seconds passed while the two of them got their thoughts straight. Bucky began analyzing the last few weeks of observing Y/N, realizing just how slow she was returning things to her bag, leaving him ample time to approach her. Y/N on the other hand thought about the times she’d caught Bucky’s eyes on her when she was sparring, and the clear admiration on his face when she’d taken someone down.

Bucky shook his head at his own idiocy, the tension in his body quickly dissipating. “Wow.”

“Yep.” Y/N exhaled out of her nose, wondering how she could have missed what was so obvious.

“Wanna spar?” Bucky asked at the same time as Y/N did, making them both start laughing.

The smile that curled Y/N’s lips made Bucky shiver in anticipation. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

***

“I still don’t know what your powers are,” Bucky announced that evening as he tore the end of the hand wrap tape with his teeth and pressed the edge firmly down against his right palm. “Your secrets are locked up tight, doll.”

“It was part of my deal with Maria,” Y/N said as she slipped out of her jacket, leaving her in a tank top and a pair of black leggings that went just past her knee. “You could have asked me, you know, instead of snooping.”

“Yeah, well, hindsight’s twenty-twenty.” Bucky sighed and rolled his neck, stepping forward toward the middle of the boxing ring. “I thought you were avoiding me on purpose.”

Y/N caught herself admiring Bucky’s physique, letting her eyes linger on his thick arms and muscular legs as he stretched. “To be honest, I thought you knew what my power was and that’s why you were avoiding me.”

Bucky’s heart skipped and he could feel the frigid chill of adrenaline flooding his veins. “Why do you say that?”

Y/N held out her hand and slowly lifted it up. Bucky grunted in confusion when his metal arm began to move on its own, slowly lifting straight up to follow the arc of Y/N’s hand. He tried to fight the movement, but neither his arm nor his shoulder would respond to anything he was thinking. Y/N had complete control over his arm, leaving him unable to even escape if he wanted to. He could detach his arm, sure, but his shoulder was also made of vibranium as well.

“They called me Slag… the people who had me. Mostly because of this,” Y/N wiggled her fingers, making Bucky’s metal arm jiggle up and down, “but also because I had quite the mouth on me. Cursed them out every chance I could until they finally decided to keep me so drugged up that I couldn’t fight back while they did their procedures and ran their tests.”

Bucky’s eyes hardened. Yet another person who was victimized by human experimentation and had been rescued by SHIELD and rehabilitated, just like him. He was thinking about starting a club.

Y/N mistook Bucky’s pensive face for unease and released her control on his arm. “Sorry, I should have asked before I,” she waved her hand around and wiggled her fingers.

Bucky rotated his shoulder all the way around to reset his arm, wiggling his fingers when the quick calibration cycle finished. “It’s fine. So you can only control vibranium?”

“Not just control,” Y/N murmured quietly, holding out her hand in front of her, palm up. Deep sapphire beads a few millimeters in size began to roll down her skin from a small bump on her wrist to pool in the middle of her hand. “My blood is sixty percent vibranium, I can pull the molecules of it out of my blood to use as whatever I want.”

A quick flick of her wrist had the pool of liquid vibranium turning into a dagger that was about five inches in length. It floated perfectly still in front of her, until she began to twist and twirl her finger. The dagger responded to her and followed the same movement of her hand as it sliced through the air. The dagger had a deep blue glow to it that seemed to glitter in the darkness of the room, making it almost seem ethereal. Bucky could admit it was a handy trick to have, even if the residual Winter Soldier part of his brain found it unsettling.

“So, yeah,” Y/N said quietly, ducking her chin as she held open her hand again, “that’s my power.” The dagger seemed to almost melt back into a blob of liquid vibranium before it gathered in her palm and disappeared back into the same bump in her wrist it emerged from. She could tell Bucky was uncomfortable, and it was the main reason why her power was kept so secret. People could be cruel and judgmental.

“So you’re like that Logan fella? The one who has ada-whatever in his body?” Bucky asked.

Y/N shook her head, her cheeks heating up in shame. “Logan’s skeleton is made out of adamantium. I only have the vibranium in my blood, my bones are still standard issue. I’m a lot more durable than the average human, though, since there are millions of blood vessels running right under the surface of your skin.”

Y/N was too busy staring at her feet, hoping a hole would open up to swallow her whole, to notice Bucky had moved closer and was now standing in front of her. When he reached up and lifted her chin with his finger so she’d look at him, she jerked in surprise.

“Sorry, forgot how quiet I can be,” Bucky murmured. “But you shouldn’t be ashamed of what you can do. Just like how mine is a part of me,” he lifted his metal arm and wiggled his fingers, “yours is, too. It’s just on the inside instead of on the outside. Thank you for telling me, for trusting me. Your secret is safe with me, doll.”

“You’re not freaked out?” Y/N asked, eyes wide. In the past, everyone she’d shown her power to had immediately ran in fear or wanted her locked up. Well, all except Natasha, but the woman didn’t seem to be unnerved by much of anything.

“Nah. I’m not freaked out or scared… it’s more curiosity than anything.” Bucky smirked, rocking back on his heels. “Just makes me admire you even more.” And he was telling the truth. Something had always drawn him to her, and it was about time he stopped fighting it.

“You still wanna spar?” Y/N asked, cautiously optimistic.

“Hell yeah!” Bucky smirked as he bounced from foot to foot, shaking out his arms. “But no using your powers, okay?”

Y/N matched Bucky’s smirk. ”If you think I need my powers to kick your ass, you’re gonna be in for a rude awakening.”

The two of them charged forward at the same time, exchanging blow after blow in a flurry of limbs. Y/N could tell Bucky was pulling the punches from his metal arm, but she didn’t blame him—he didn’t really understand just how durable she really was. Bucky was bulkier than a lot of the agents Y/N had fought previously, but his bulk made his movements easier to track and anticipate, giving her the upper hand.

Sometimes.

Bucky landed a lucky punch to Y/N’s shoulder, making her stumble backward, which allowed him to take advantage of her unsteady footing. He dove forward, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tackled her to the ground, using his body weight to pin her underneath him. Even though he could feel her heartbeat against his arm where it was wrapped around her waist, his super hearing allowed him to hear the sharp intake of breath she took right before her heart skipped.

They were tangled together, and Y/N bit her lip when she felt Bucky’s hot breath puff against her neck. He had one of her legs trapped between his, his arm wrapped tight around her body, and he jerked his head back to flip his hair out of his face so he could look down at her. Feeling his eyes on her, she turned her head to meet his gaze, her cheeks flushing an even darker pink than the exertion had already caused.

Bucky licked his lips. “Am I the only one feeling whatever is going on here?”

Y/N smiled and—thanks to a move learned from Natasha—twisted her body, pulled her leg out from between Bucky’s and wrapped it around his hip. One hard push against the floor of the boxing ring and Y/N flipped Bucky over onto his back, her leg bent tightly to keep him immobile and her forearm pressed down hard across his throat as she hovered over him.

“Nope.”

Bucky lunged forward, ignoring the pressure against his throat, and slammed his lips against hers. The sudden movement made her freeze as she rocked backward, but she quickly and enthusiastically reciprocated when she felt Bucky’s arm wrap around her back to steady her and keep her in his lap, one leg on either side of his thighs. The kiss was sloppy and frantic, and when Bucky pulled back to bring his hands up to the middle of her tank top and raised his eyebrow, she nodded.

The tanktop and her sports bra were torn right down the middle leaving her exposed, and she gasped when the chill of his metal hand cupped her breast, instantly pebbling her nipple. Bucky kissed and sucked his way across Y/N’s breasts, pinching and nibbling to ensure neither mound was neglected. Y/N tugged at Bucky’s tank top, which he quickly pulled over his head, before she threaded her fingers in his hair and tugged.

“Shit,” Bucky gasped, then moaned when she rotated her hips to grind down right over his rapidly filling cock. The thin material of his shorts did little to hide his arousal, and Y/N sighed dreamily when she felt the hard warmth of him twitch against her core. “Are you on—”

“Yup. Get inside me now, Barnes,” Y/N commanded. Most female agents were on some form of birth control, but the fact Bucky still had the awareness to double check made her stomach do flips.

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky murmured, reaching down between their bodies to rip the middle of Y/N’s leggings open and slide her panties to the side so he could run a finger through her slick folds. “Damn, so fuckin’ wet already.”

“What can I say, kicking your ass is very pleasurable,” Y/N quipped.

Judging by the low growl that rumbled from Bucky’s chest, she knew she was in for a wild ride. Bucky reached down, pushed his shorts and boxer briefs down just far enough to free his cock, and gave himself a few slow strokes. Y/N licked her lips, wanting to get her mouth on that beautifully thick cock at some point in the near future. She scooted forward, lifted herself up, and slowly lowered herself down on his cock.

The stretch was intense, but she took it slow, lifting and lowering every few inches as her walls stretched to accommodate his considerable size. By the time she was fully seated, they both were breathing heavily, and Bucky had fallen backward so he was completely flat on his back, his hands clenched at his sides as he fought the urge to slam himself up inside her wet heat. It was like there was a fist wrapped in silk around his cock, and he groaned loudly when she began to rotate her hips just like she did earlier to tease him.

“Fuckin’ hell, doll, so good,” Bucky groaned, his praise rewarded by some quick and downright maddening hip movements from Y/N. “Shit, I’m… it’s been a while.”

Y/N nodded, it had also been a while for her as well, but she was going to enjoy this no matter what. As her pace increased and she began to ride his cock in earnest, her fingers began to rub circles on her clit. When Bucky reached his metal hand forward with the intention of taking over, she used her abilities to pin his vibranium arm to the floor of the boxing ring, a teasing smirk on her face.

“Hey, I thought we agreed on no powers,” Bucky huffed, then gasped when Y/N began to slam her hips down, taking the entire length of his cock each time.

“We’re,” she slammed down, “not technically,” another slam and grind of her hips, “sparring anymore.”

The liquid heat pooling in Y/N’s stomach jumped in intensity, sending tingling sparks of pleasure through her veins. Another few circles of her clit sent her fully over the edge, and she arched her back as she came, her body twitching and jerking at the sheer power behind it.

Bucky nearly howled in pleasure at the feeling of her pussy tightening down on him, and he sat up, thankful her power was no longer pinning his metal arm, so he could wrap his flesh arm around her to keep her steady while she rode out her climax. It didn’t take much longer for him to follow behind her, burying his face between her breasts and moaning loudly as he came, his cock pulsing in time with her walls around him.

They slumped against each other, panting as they came down from the haze of orgasmic bliss. Bucky lifted his head and smiled lazily, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s lips when she met his eyes. The two of them stayed wrapped up in one another for several minutes, until Y/N finally lifted herself up and rolled to the side to lay down on her back next to Bucky, ignoring the mess cooling between her thighs.

“I really wish I asked you to spar months ago,” Bucky commented, laughing when Y/N slapped his chest with the back of her hand.

“Asshole,” Y/N said through a laugh before reaching down to take his metal hand in hers, interweaving her fingers between each of the vibranium digits. “But yeah, me too.”

Natasha and Steve stepped back from the small window in the door of the gym, looked at each other, smiled, and fist bumped before turning in opposite directions and walking away.

#bucky x reader #ckcomebacktour #bucky barnes x y/n #reader insert #unintimidated #marvel fanfic #fanfic #mcu fanfic #bucky x y/n #smut #one shot

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evansbby · 2 years ago

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My unpopular opinion (not meaning fics they can be whatever the writer wants) but Steve is the most rounded and somewhat complex character they paint him as vanilla. But that man screams hard dom. Bucky is a total vanilla sub, might be a good kisser and thats why Nat loves him in the comics. But he’d be too afraid to “hurt you.” While Steve!

Especially punching bag Steve/nomad/Endgame Steve. They’re losing control and fucking you into oblivion. That man has too many pent up emotions to not destroy whoever he sleeps with.

well yeah but marvel can’t exactly portray Steve as a hard dom in their movies can they😭 (I wish they did… fifty shades of Steve🥵) as for fics, Steve Rogers is like THE character for writing dark fics.. like my entire life online… even back when I was a 1D Stan in 2012 and would search for dark 1d fics… I WOULD ALWAYS STUMBLE UPON DARK STEVE FICS EVEN BACK THEN.. like the fans know this man is a hard dom… from punching bag steve to nomad steve to endgame steve literallt every version of him screams dom PLS

#it’s always the nicest politest ones who are ANIMALS in bed bye #anon

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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years ago

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) Hiya! Could you do smth where the reader is masturbating in her room thinking about Bucky. When then Bucky sneaks in your room hiding from Sam chasing him, he hears you moaning his name and gets flushed but instead of leaving he decides to help you out and show you that the real thing is better than imagining it ? :)) and maybe his POV too ? ☺️ thank you dear. I’d really crave some soft Bucky smut atm.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut!! Minors dni plz, fluff, soft!dom bucky

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: thanks for the request; this was supposed to be a blurb but it’s like three thousand words omggg i can’t stopp nfviuapfgvaioufv

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“Where is he?” Sam grabbed the counter and shouted startling the people gathered in the kitchen. Steve spilled his coffee, Wanda threw her apples, and Tony choked on his cereal milk coming out of his nose.

“Who!” Steve said angrily.

“Buck!” Sam growled.

“We don’t fucking know!” Tony yelled as Pepper cleaned him up with a napkin. Sam bolted out of the kitchen down the hall scanning for the soldier.

“Where are you, you fucking metal-armed freak!” he screamed.

Bucky on the other hand had slipped easily past your door; just barely cracking it to see an angry Sam Wilson stomping through the hall in search of Bucky. What for? Well, Sam has this fear roaches; he hates them, absolutely despises even the thought of a cockroach.

Bucky printed and cut out the silhouette of a huge cockroach and taped it to the inside of Sam’s bedside lamp so that when he sticks his hand under the shade, he’ll see the fake roach and hopefully scream in terror; well that was more than successful. Now Sam wanted to beat the shit of him for ruining his morning.

Sam was soon out of sight and Bucky breathed out a breath of relief closing the door completely; locking it just in case Sam tries to come into your room looking for him. You and Bucky were very close, almost too close as Steve would say. He was found with you in your room a lot, whether it’d be playing video games, or eating lunch while watching TV, or listening to music that Bucky missed out on.

He was in your room a lot so he knew you wouldn’t mind the unexpected visit. After you knew about his little prank; you would die of laughter if he told you about Sam’s reaction. Before Bucky turned around, he heard you.

“Buck,” you breathed out.

Bucky’s brows furrowed and when he turned around…

“Holy shit.”

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“He’s gonna kill you,” you grinned at Bucky. He sat next to you with a pair of scissors in hand cutting out the black silhouette of that god awful roach.

“So worth it,” he smirked.

“You didn’t answer my question though, doll. Why are you up so early? Pretty girls like you need their beauty rest,” he nudged your arm with elbow, making you roll your eyes.

“I just couldn’t sleep. Was tossing and turning all night,” you told him.

“You know my bed is always available for cuddles that'll put you right to sleep,” he winked at you.

“You wish,” you retorted.

“Every night,” he said, making you feel shy.

Bucky smirked to himself knowing how his words affected you. It was no secret that was deeply infatuated with you; but you always declined his advances and he respected that always. But that didn’t mean he stopped his endless flirting; never failed to make you laugh.

“You’re so pretty,” he smiled at you.

“Shut up, Buck,” you shook your head, “I’m gonna head back to my room; try and get some shut eye for at least twenty minutes. Let me know how your little prank goes.”

“Will do.”

You shut your bedroom door and crawled languidly into your bed. You close your eyes and in doing so you’re met with those gorgeous cerulean blue eyes that haunted you every night. You immediately pop back up.

Goddammit, Bucky.

Fuck you and striking eyes. Fuck you and your perfect nose. Fuck you and kissable lips. And strong arms. And your hands, oh your hands… Stop!

Your body erupted into goosebumps and your stomach fluttered just at the thought of him. Fuck the things you’d let him do to you. Why haven't you, you ask? Well he asked you on a date and thinking it was some sort of bet with Sam, because men are assholes and it wouldn’t be the first that happened, you kindly declined.

The next day, Sam and Steve both said they didn’t know he was gonna ask you and had nothing to do with it. So you bolted to Bucky’s room only to find another woman curled to his side in his bed.

“Y/n,” Bucky’s eyes were wide with guilt.

“Hey, uh- I uh, I just wanted to ask um- what you wanted… for breakfast. I’m buying,” you breathed out a nervous chuckle.

“I’m ok-” As soon as you heard those words you bolted out of his room hearing him call your name. You weren’t particularly pissed off, or enraged but it kinda hurt.

Since then however, you don’t think you have seen Bucky even talk to another woman; even at one of Tony’s galas. And he always flirted and joked with you, even more this time than before. You weren’t going to lie, you both loved it and hated it. It gave you confidence while also ruining your panties with just a smile.

Speaking of ruined panties.

You tossed your sheets over and shimmied out of your pajama bottoms. You took your panties off too pulling one side back to shoot it into the laundry basket since those were going to be in desperate need of a wash.

You licked your fingers before pressing them against your burning pussy. You bit your lip stifling your moans as you circled your clit. You imagined Bucky’s hand instead of yours and you imagined him whispering dirty things in your ear.

Your other hand went under your shirt and kneaded your breast softly. You clenched your thighs together approaching your orgasm quickly when suddenly you were a loud scream echo in the building.

You instantly retracted your hand for a second remembering that Bucky had his little prank; Sam clearly found out now. But you soon put that aside and continued thinking about Bucky. He was so perfect; how could anyone look at him and not fall in love? He was so handsome and charming. And his physique. Holy hell, you would give anything to run your hands all over his muscled torso. Kiss up and down his chest and tell him how beautiful he was.

You wanted him pressed against you rutting his hips into you like there was no tomorrow. You wanted to feel his fingers touch you the way you're touching yourself right now thinking about him. You wanted to hear him groan and moan in your ear. You wanted all of him.

“Buck,” you finally moaned out.

“Y/n?”

“Oh god, Buck!” you shrieked grabbing your sheets to cover your modesty.

“Sorry, I uh- I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in,” he stuttered covering his eyes.

“Why are you in here?” you asked him.

“Sam is chasing me and I sought refuge here,” he said.

“You can open your eyes; I’m decent now,” you mumbled.

Bucky slowly brought his hands down looking at you with a guilty expression. He walked up to your bed and sat hesitantly beside you. Your knees were tucked into you and your arms wrapped around them protectively. Heat crawled up your spine and you felt sweaty and embarrassed to be caught so vulnerably, especially by the man whose name you were moaning.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t be, we all do it.”

“I know it’s- it’s still embarrassing,” you mumbled.

“Because?” you stayed silent not really wanting to say it out loud.

“Because you were thinking about me?” Bucky crawled closer to you pulling the sheet from your bare legs gracefully. Your breathing quicken rapidly, your chest heaving up and down.

“You know, I uh- I think about you too; all the time,” he whispered as he dragged his knuckles up your lower leg.

“You don’t have to imagine anymore. I’m right here. Just say the words and I’ll give everything,” he was so close; his fingertips ghosting the sides of your thighs.

“Bucky,” you breathed against his lips, “No, stop.”

Bucky instantly backed away, retracting his hands. He looked at you with confusion and you avoided his gaze once again.

“Buck, I know you just want to sleep with me-”

“Woah what! Did Sam tell you that? Fucking asshole, I’m gonna kill him,” Bucky got up but you pulled his hand back so he’d sit down again.

“No, you- ugh. When you asked me out, a long time ago, I thought you were doing a bet or something with Sam; so I said no to avoid any humiliation. I told Sam and he said he didn’t even know about it, that he had nothing to do with it. So I went to your room to tell you that I liked you back but you were… ‘busy’,” you explained.

Bucky casted his eyes and head down remembering that day vividly. He knew exactly what happened. He asked you out and when you said no he was crushed. He asked Thor if he had any mead with him; it was the only thing that could get him drunk. And he got on a bike and booked it to the closest nightclub.

Bucky finished Thor’s flask and he doesn’t even remember what happened that night. He woke up the next morning with someone in his bed and he freaked. He knew he fucked up and he regretted going out. Suddenly you barged through the door with a beautiful smile on your face but when you saw his unwanted guest, all the sparkle in your face died.

He didn’t see you the rest of the day and it killed him. The woman was nice and actually was very understanding so at least he had that going for him. From that day on Bucky didn’t even look at any other women, let alone give them an ounce of attention. His eyes were simply set on you in hopes one day you’d give him a second chance.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I know I fucked up and if you want me to leave, I will.”

“I’m not mad, we’re not together and you have every right to do that. It just kinda hurt that you moved on so fast,” you chuckled a bit.

“I didn’t! I… I just fucked up. I still want you, not just your body; even though you’re so fucking sexy,” he reached out and squeezed your thigh making you grin, as hard as you tried not to.

“I still think about you all the time. You’re so funny, and beautiful, and sexy, did I mention how sexy you are?” he said, making you laugh.

“Maybe once or twice,” you giggled.

“I don’t want you thinking that I’m using you. I like you a lot. And I know you like me,” he raised his eyebrow making you sheepish.

“Sorry about that again,” you chuckled.

“Don’t be. I can show the real thing instead, all you have to do is say the word,” he brushed his nose against yours. It was so tempting. He was just so irresistible. So all hell went out the window and you caved.

“Please,” you whispered.

Bucky pressed his lips languidly against yours, as if he’d done so a thousand times before. His hand slipped up your inner thigh and you gasped softly into Bucky’s mouth. He pushed his tongue in, swirling it around your and your neck craned back as he kissed you deeper.

His knuckles brushed your wet folds and you shuddered under his touch. His lips trailed down to your jaw and neck as his fingers stroked your folds circled your entrance. You laid back staring up at Bucky who quickly got rid of his shirt before bringing his finger back down to your pussy.

He slowly inserted a finger past your slick folds carfeully watching your face and the pleasure that was overcasted. You bit your lip staring into his eyes and Bucky grew hard simply from that. He pumped his finger in and out of you feeling your thighs wanting to press together from bliss.

“Bucky, please I need more,” you whined.

“Of course, my baby,” he smiled before adding another finger into your entrance. You moaned through gritted teeth feeling already full with just his fingers, you couldn’t imagine his cock. Your shirt had slowly ridden up exposing your belly. Bucky leaned down and kissed your skin, his lips feeling cold in contrast to your hot skin.

Bucky breathed heavy at the sight of you. You were so beautiful and Bucky felt his heart swell. He’s been pining after you for so long and now you were finally here writhing under him in ecstasy.

“You look so perfect, baby,” he whispered.

“Fuck, Bucky, your fingers feel so good,” you brushed your hands through his hair.

“Yeah, you wanna cum? You cum all over my fingers?”

“Yes! Please let me cum,” you arched your chest to the air.

“Come on, my baby. Let go.” You gushed all over his hand, your body spasming as you orgasmed.

“So fucking pretty,” Bucky removed his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. You moaned at the sight of him licking his fingers and you pulled him into a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

Bucky stood up and discarded his pants quickly grabbing his cock. He walked to you and you replaced his hand with your slowly moving up and down his shaft. You circled your thumb over his swollen tip and you could feel his body tremble in your hand.

“Fucking tease, aren’t ya,” he grabbed your jaw and you smiled cheekily.

He pulled your shirt off your body and his hands instantly went to your breasts, squeezing and pinching making you moan. His erection stood tall against your thigh and you grew needy for him.

“Please, baby. Please, I need you,” you held his face.

“I gotcha, don’t worry. I’m gonna take real good care of my baby. I’m here,” Bucky whispered in your ear.

He slowly pushed into you, his cock stretching you out. You whimpered at the feelin, never having felt so full before. Bucky kissed the skin below your ear as he slowly bottomed out. He stayed that way for a moment and soon you started wiggling your hips desperately asking him to move but he wouldn’t.

“Stop moving, doll. I just wanna feel ya,” he kept his face buried in your neck.

“Bucky,” you breathed out.

“I know baby, you’re fucking tight. Squeezing me already too,” he chuckled.

You continued letting out whines and whimpers and Bucky’s heart nearly exploded. He propped himself on his elbows looking lovingly down at you and moved his hips back before pushing back in. Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. Bucky kissed you senselessly, moaning deeply into your mouth. His hips thrusted wildly in and out of you, making your toes curled.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re taking me so well; such a pretty baby,” he praised.

You couldn’t form proper words; everything fell from your lips when you tried. Bucky is completely ruining you. Rutting into your hips, surely to leave bruises, he grazed your g spot perfectly pulling loud moans from you everytime.

“Ya feel that? Feel how deep I’m fucking this perfect little pussy?” Bucky grabbed your hand placing it on your lower stomach where you could feel his cock poking your hand with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby. You’re fucking me so fucking good, I’m gonna cum,” yoou whimpered.

“Say my name when you do baby. I want everyone in this goddamn building to know you’re mine,” his hips became sporadic.

“Oh fuck; James!” you chanted his real name, surprising Bucky. He wanted you to say ‘Buck’ like you always do but hearing his first name fall from your lips, he only ever wanted to hear you say it reminding him of this very moment forever.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he grunted before spilling inside you. He coated your velvety walls with his hot cum and that was enough to make you fall off the edge too. Your eyes rolled back and your nails dragged harshly down his back. You protruded your chest up to his and Bucky could feel your perked nipples on his skin.

He watched you with pure infatuation. Your face quickly relaxed to a tired and bliss expression. You breathed heavily out trying to settle your breathing. Bucky looked at your lips and captured them on his own one last time before running to your bathroom to clean you up.

“You are so beautiful, my baby,” he whispered.

“Fuck, that was so good,” you said fervorly, pulling his flush against your body by his neck.

“And it’s-” he was interrupted by your phone ringing beside you.

“It’s Steve,” you told him before looking at the time at the top left of your screen. You were twenty minutes late to your morning session with Steve. You gasped covering your mouth with your hand in shock.

“I’m late to my early sesh with Steve,” you laughed hysterically.

“Here, let me,” Bucky grabbed your phone sitting up to talk to Steve.

“Buck no,” you crawled behind him trying to grab your phone but not having the energy to chase his hand.

“Hey, Y/n’s busy.”

You heard a muffled voice, “Doing what, Buck?”

“Sucking my dick,” he said with absolute no hesitation.

“Buck!” you snatched the phone from his hand.

“Sorry, Steve. I got a bit… distracted. I promised I’ll make it up,” you told him.

“First of all, gross. Second of all, I’m happy for you two; you’re good together,” he said.

“Thanks, Stevie. I’ll see ya later.”

“Stevie?” Bucky asked, unamused.

“Oh shut up, Buck. You just embarrassed me telling him I was sucking your dick,” you nudged him.

“You don’t want to suck my dick?”

“Ugh Buck!” you buried your face in your hands.

“Of course I do,” you said, making Bucky tackle you down pressing kisses all over your face.

“Well, this was quite an eventful morning,” he joked.

“It sure was. What do you think happened with Sam?”

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“And he put a roach in my lampshade,” Sam cried, actual tears. Nat was trying her absolute hardest to not laugh as was Wanda; gripping onto each other’s arms in hysteria.

“It’s ok, Sam,” Steve soothed him rubbing his back.

“God, where’s Y/n? We were supposed to start training twenty minutes ago,” Steve grumbled, staring at his watch.

“Call her,” Tony said.

Steve stepped aside and Sam continued to cry telling them how he chased him and he knew he ran into your room but it was locked. Nat and Wanda looked at each other grinning like idiots hoping what they think happened happened. Steve came back with a soft proud smile on face.

“What happened with Y/n?” Tony asked.

“She uh, she had to cancel, but it’s cool,” he looked at the girls who smiled knowingly.

“She’s with Bucky isn’t she,” Sam grunted.

“Yeah, yeah she is,” Steve said, making Sam cry again because he’s not gonna be able to beat the shit of Bucky anymore.

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