#steve x male reader

[havensins]

Topping Steve Rogers when suddenly he goes cross eyed?

oh this definitely has my attention..

steve who’s deep in subspace, letting you have your way with him. his hands are tied and he doesn’t even bother with hiding the sounds he makes any more.

he feels you tap his cheek, “eyes on me stevie, you know you’re supposed to watch me,” you’d mutter, and he’d try his hardest to keep his eyes open but with the way you’re fucking him, he just couldn’t help it.

while trying to follow your rule, his eyes begin to cross. at the sight, you smirk. “would you look at that.. have i fucked you dumb, captain?” you’d ask rhetorically, and watching as he nods. “what a sight, captain america going cock drunk,” you’d tease, pressing his hips into the sheets and fucking him with reckless abandon.

in the morning when you’d recall this night, his cheeks would flush red and he’d be embarrassed for how he acted, but in the moment, he had no care in the world as your thrusts punched a moan from his lungs.

[supercap2319]

Steve: "Buck? Did you tell Y/N that he could be naked on our bed?"

Bucky: "No, I thought you told him he could do that."

[pascalsummers]

Hey, could you please write Marvel men with a bf that likes to knit/crochet?

A/N: Here you go! Sorry this took so long I am trying my best to get back into the groove of things so hopefully I can post more stuff soon. Enjoy!

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You Like to Knit and Crochet (Avengers x Male Reader)

BUCKY

Bucky wouldn't have much of a reaction to it but he would find it to be an interesting hobby to have. While Bucky wouldn't admit it out loud he really likes it when you make sweaters for him. The thought of you taking all that time and effort into making something for someone like him gives him a warm feeling in his chest. Whenever he is relaxing in the tower you can usually find him wearing one of the sweaters you made him. Eventually, you offered to teach Bucky how to knit and crochet. Bucky was actually able to pick it up quickly and while he doesn't do it in his free time he will sometimes join you whenever you are working on something.

STEVE

Steve was impressed by your knitting and crocheting skills especially since it seemed so time-consuming. He would generally accept anything you give him but Steve does tend to like your handmade sweaters and socks the most. He especially likes it when you add little designs to them but he will playfully roll his eyes if you add anything American flag-themed to them. Over time Steve would get curious enough and ask you if you wouldn't mind teaching him something. Steve would have a little bit of a struggle in the beginning but he would eventually get the hang of it. Steve would give you some knitted socks as a present and a thank you for the ones you made him.

THOR

Thor would think it was a nice hobby as some of it would remind him of how some people in Asgard would make their tapestries. One day Thor noticed you had made a crochet bee and was curious if you could make a snake for him. Thor loves it when you present him with another crocheted or knitted animal and he will make sure to show off your creation to the other Avengers. Thor was very honored when you offered to teach him how to knit and crochet. Despite Thor's enthusiasm to learn it was apparent that Thor wasn't that good at it as his creations tended to turn out lopsided and incomplete in places.

TONY

When Tony first heard about your hobby Tony made sure to add senior citizen jokes to his conversations with you. While Tony was appreciative of your gifts to him they didn't really fit his style. Usually, you can find the scarfs and hats you make for him on a couple of his suits in the lab. Despite his seemingly dismissive attitude about them, he does genuinely like them and if you really want to he will wear some of them on occasion. Tony turned down your offer to teach him multiple times but eventually you wore him down enough to give it a try. Tony after some time actually wasn't too bad at it but he would tell you it's not his thing plus it makes him feel old.

LOKI

Loki wouldn't react too much to the discovery but he would comment on your skill at doing such a task. When you first presented Loki with a scarf you made for him he was taken aback and didn't really know how to react to it besides a subdued thank you. Loki can be seen wearing the scarf from time to time which lets you know that he does appreciate the gift even if he would never say it out loud. Loki would be a little reluctant to try out knitting and crocheting but would decide to try it out at least once. After a little bit of time, Loki would actually get the hang of it pretty quickly but he wouldn't do it often since it doesn't interest him that much.

BRUCE

Bruce would be a little curious about your hobby and would ask you some small questions about it from time to time. Bruce tends to appreciate anything that you give him but the one gift you gave him that he holds close to his heart is a blanket you made for him. When he first saw it he was taken aback by it and gave you a genuine thank you for the gift. Bruce will usually bring the cover out for the two of you to lie under whenever you watch TV together. Bruce would actually be the first one to ask about you teaching him and while he may not be the best he does get a pretty decent grasp at it. The two of you will sometimes knit and crochet together to relax.

[weyirn]

Hi! Hope you’re doing well :) I’d like to ask for a marvel men x male reader where the reader is really cold, calm, collected outside, but when he’s around them(the marvel men) he’s all soft and flustered, showers them in affection. Thanks <3

Hi!! Thank you, I hope you're doing good too!!

Marvel Men x Male!Reader

Cold But Sweet To Them

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☆Steve doesn't mind it at all since he's a little bit of the same way; everyone else doesn't see the soft and vulnerable side of him. He loves the affection you give him, and he teases you a little on how flustered you can get around him.

❄️Bucky used to be the same way while he was recovering; he only trusted you, and you're still one of the few people who he trusts, and is soft and intimate with. He likes how you trust him enough to show him this side of you, and makes sure to cherish every moment of it.

💲Some people are surprised on how you can put up with Tony, and how you're only soft with him, while Tony all the other hand brags about how he's the only one who can get on your good side. He's always teasing you, enjoying you see get all flustered and soft with him, saying that's he's "soothed the beast". He even playfully warns everyone to not mess with you.

🕸Peter is happy that he's the only one who can get your good side, but he knows everyone else isn't so lucky...He knows how intimidating you can be, so he tries his best to stay out of your business when you're scolding someone or telling someone off.

⌲Sam teases you on how he can easily get on your soft side in a matter of seconds, and appreciates the tenderness. He tells everyone that you don't bite, but you just may be intimidating...He admits that you can be a little scary, but he knows you won't hurt anyone.

🐜Scott tells you to smile around people bit more, only to not notice that you only smile because...it's him, not because of anyone or anything else. He appreciates the affection, happily giving you as much affection (if not more).

💚Bruce isn't worried or bothered by this at all, he's just a little surprised on how quickly you can change as soon as you're alone with him. To everyone's shock, you're still pretty calm and collected even when Hulk is around. It takes him a while to get used to the affection, but once he catches onto it, you'll see just how much he sees as his safe person.

⚡️Thor is happy that he's the only one who can see this side of you, enjoying all the affection you give and how soft you can be with him. Even when others are afraid or intimidated by you, he gladly tells them that deep down, you're a total sweetheart.

🐍Loki is kind of the same way (but he's never going to admit that to anyone else). He won't tell you this, but he feels somehow touched by how you're able to only feel like way with him; it makes him feel like he's your safe person. He has trouble showing and receiving affection, so he feels flustered about the physical affection you're giving him, but he still enjoys it.

🖤Eddie and Venom don't blame you, thinking that it's pretty reasonable for you to act cold and collected. Eddie does get flustered as well when you show him affection, and how soft you are with him; he especially enjoys it when he's had a rough day, only wanting to be with you and some tenderness.

[buckys-little-belle]

🌼 Steve Rogers with a little who’s a boy who doesn’t like super hero’s so he doesn’t know who Steve is and Steve just thinks thats so cute? And they hit it off at the park or something sweet like that? I really love Steve and Bug but I like Lego more than science things and super hero’s so maybe he also likes legos? If that’s okay? Thank you 🌼

Legos, Littles, and Lots of giggles.

Steve Rogers X Little!Reader (He/Him Pronouns used)

Warnings - Talks about Steve only ever being sought out because of his name, mentions of stuck lego bricks (The worst)

Notes - I really loved writing this! I hope you like it! Thank you so much for your request!!! <3 Also this is short! I'm sorry!

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The past week had been cloudy, rain popping up from time to time, so when the sun finally came out to play Y/n made his way to the park. Sat on his big yellow blanket, legos scattered around, a half made treehouse created as the wind blew past.

Steve too had taken advantage of the sunny weather, a casual outfit and a ballcap on as he walked through the park, soaking up the warm air and bright sunshine.

"Can you help me? Please?" A soft asked from Steve's left. Turning to see who needed his help he wasn't expecting to see someone holding up two pieces of blocks stuck together, a frown on his face.

"Sure, Buddie. What do you need me to do?" He questioned, feeling uncertain about the situation, knowing that many people asked him seemingly easy questions to lower his radar just to bombard the super solider later.

"There stuck together." The boy pouted, his eyebrows pulled together, sadness dripping from his features. "I tried to undo 'em bu' I couldn't." He shrugged his shoulders, fiddling with some of the other blocks before checking back in on Steve.

"Here." Steve handed the two blocks back, this time unstuck. "What are you building?" Steve asked, crouching down to get closer to the action, blocks strewn about in loose colour groupings.

"'m making a treehouse!" The boy shouted, smiling big. "It's gonna be really tall and big!" He giggled, placing the two un-stuck blocks on different sections.

"Can I help?" Steve asked, instantly enamored with the boy who sat in front of him. Happy to be treated like some random dude off the street, needed for nothing but a block fix and small chat.

"You can't help me, I have a vision." Y/n said shyly. "But you can build your own?" He offered, hoping that the big guy with a nice smile and good block fixing hands would stick around a little longer.

"Sounds good to me." Steve laughed, laying half on the blanket and half on the grass. "Just let me know if I steal a piece you need, okay?"

"'kay." Y/n pushed a few piles of legos towards the man, letting him pick from his discard piles. "'m Y/n." He said, focused on his legos.

"I'm Steve." Steve said, focused on Y/n, legos long forgotten.

"Dat's a nice name." Y/n nodded, clicking blocks together.

"My last name is Rogers." Steve added. "Steve Rogers." He was waiting for some sort of recognition, a sharp inhale of breath, something that would show Y/n knew who he was.

"Oh!" Y/n looked to him. "Like Mr Rogers tv show? It's a good last name, he's fun." Steve had no idea who this Mr Rogers was, but he was glad to have found someone who liked his company instead of his fame.

"Sure, Buddie. Like Mr Rogers." He shook his head, trying his best to get his few blocks to resemble a treehouse as Y/n effortlessly created a masterpiece. The two of them stayed there for hours, chatting, giggling, and building a bunch of treehouses.

[sunny-mercya]

Coffee with Butter

Steve McGarrett x Male Reader

Fandom -> Hawaii Five-0

Masterlist

Danny in his humble opinion of any sane human being, would forever continue with his complainants about Steves—absolutely weird and disgustingly—habit of putting a good chunk of Butter (once even salted) in the coffee.

I mean, who in their right mind does that—but than Danny remembers how Steve once told him, it's a Navy Seal thing and Danny agrees in honesty that this sounds about pretty right of being a truth—because Military and Navy people were just that weirdish in general—so really, whatever Steve put next into his coffee, Danny wouldn't be shocked anymore.

Danny could live—being accepting—with Steve to some extent degree, weird like antics and habits—but what Danny couldn't accept, was Steve teaching those habits to someone else—like you for example.

But here Danny was—in Steve and your kitchen, waiting for Steve to finish up whatever he's doing—watching with disbelief and slight horror, how you too put a chunk of butter in your coffee and stirring it around as if it was something normal, like sugar, to do.

»You should get divorced from Steve, [Nickname].« comment Danny, shaking his head in disappointment and wearily eyeing his own cup of coffee—wouldn't put it past Steve, who had made the pot of coffee to begin with, to have put butter in his cup as well.

»And oh, why?« you asked, looking at your friend in question with slight amusement—knowing well how Danny's friendly banter with Steve was and that he doesn't mean such words in seriousness.

»Simply because Steve is tainting you with his weird ass nonsense navy stuff.«

»Och, Danny,« you laughed, taking a sip from your cup.

With all the things Steve had unintentionally and intentionally already done—like forgetting anniversaries, standing you up on dates, prioritising his job (and these spontaneous missions of going into another country) most of the times over you—and Butter in Coffee is the line which Dannys draws and only valid argument to get a divorce from Steve?

Danny could be so silly sometimes, you mused—still finding it funny, even when Steve had gotten down and asked what joke he had missed.

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»I told [Name] to get a divorce from you.«

Steve wonders why they always have such conversations—be either serious topics or the nonsensical one—(mostly) during a drive and than he remembers, he never actually put a mind of questioning to it anyway, because it always—ever since having Danny as his partner—had been like this.

»Why?« still Steve ask, wanting to know what he had done to make Danny say such things.

»Because, you have corrupted [Name] with your butter coffee nonsense.«

Steve chortled a cough, thought he didn't heard correctly what Danny just said, lips curling up in a smile nonetheless although.

»Danny. [Name] has sometimes pregnancy cravings, where my liking of butter in coffee is harmless.«

»[Name] is a male, but go on.«

Steve retells gladly about your food cravings, which were so random in mixing and put together—that Steve had once voiced to let you get checked from the doctor, which had you made so upset that you didn't eat for almost a whole month.

There was that one time were you asked for chocolate pudding with tuna or chicken with gravy and ice cream or—which Steve had sadly the unluckiest luck to have a bit from it—peppermint jello pudding with sour cream, mustard and cornflakes.

»Valid points and I admit, your coffee with butter sounds indeed saner, but [Name] still should divorce you.«

Steve didn't reply, lips laced with amusement and still curled up in a smile—shaking his head at his friend.

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When Steve has gotten home, later than he had planned, he was surprised to see you still awake on the couch—dressed in pyjamas, he never had seen before, watching television and snacking on some cookies.

»Are these pyjamas new?« Steve ask, pulling his pants off—throwing them onto the armchair.

»No, just never wore them till now.« shrugging your shoulders, eyeing Steve's bare lower half—having half a mind to remind to get naked in the bathroom and not in the middle of the living room, but you were still way too tired to do so.

»Did you stayed up just to wait for me?«

You shook your head, munching on your last cookie, but Steve saw the exhaust on your face and the sleepy expression—signs that you had been asleep before, only to wake up soon enough from nightmares and him not being near you.

Taking a seat next to you, Steve pulled you into his arms—hugging you close him and lips ghosting kisses over your face.

»Shouldn't have drink coffee with butter, although it does taste good...« you mumbled out into his chest, after Steve had stopped his kisses and picked you up—switching off the television with the remote—and carrying you upstairs to the bedroom.

Steve didn't voiced his question of why, but could pinpoint the answer to it as the butter had probably affected your sleep—which hadn't been the best over the past years at all—like most foods and your special cravings does, again.

Lying down with you in bed, cuddle up under the blankets, Steve continues to hold you close—humming a tune in low rumbling, till your eyes dropped close once more and were asleep.

[m4sonn]

⍟~ Hatred and cuddles ~⍟

(tahbks to pokie @peachyponyboyy for hklpyng me with ygis and the anon wgo sugghested it)

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣’𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

You were Sodapop’s twin brother. You were just kind of there. You weren’t a greaser, you just didn't like how it made your hair look. I guess you could be considered a hippie? You could never touch a blade or use a bottle, you were all about peace. Steve slightly disliked you because of that, you were just so… calm… it irritated him. You wouldn’t fight with him and never really argued with anyone and it just pissed him off!! He didn’t know what exactly about it pissed him off but it just did.

Right now, he was waiting for someone, just anyone, to get to the Curtis house. It was just the two of you, it was pretty late at night but no one was home. Dally was in the cooler, two-bit was babysitting his sister for once, Darry was still at work, soda was out at who knows where, and he couldn’t care less what Johnny and ponyboy were doing. You were currently in your pajamas, a pair of basketball shorts and a baggy old shirt, a hand me down from Darry. You couldn’t quite get the smell of darry’s cheap ass dollar general cologne out of it, no matter how many washes it went through and no matter how many years you’ve had it.

He sat on one bed of the couch and you sat pretty close next to him. You guys were watching whatever was in the TV, it was kind of boring since you were too poor for cable but it was whatever. You were pretty tired, but you didn’t wanna get up and go to your room. You started to fall asleep on the couch. After a while you felt your body go limp and your eyes shut and succumbing to your tired state.

Steve felt a weight fall onto his side, looking over it was you. Asleep and leaning onto him. He grumbled about you being annoying and stupid but oddly he couldn’t push you off.. with anyone else it wouldn’t be a problem and he would easily shove them off of the couch head first but something was�� different… right now. A slight pale pinkish reddish color washed over his cheeks and he wrapped one arm around you. He gently pulled you closer. He was currently just wearing some jeans and socks, he had came home from work and almost immediately gotten kicked out by his dad again so he had just had his DX shirt on when he got there. He took it off almost immediately when he got there and kicked off his shoes. He soon fell asleep shortly after you, his head resting on top of yours (you guys are sharing lice, so coquette >o< <333)

Steve woke up to the flashes of cameras, you still asleep next to him, the rest of the gang giggling as pony took pictures of the two of you sleeping. You started to wake up too. Steve put his arm over his eyes, the bright light that flashed with every picture blinding him. “What the hell is happening” he murmured angrily. The gang scattered and you sat up more. You looked around, drowsy and disoriented. You leaned back against Steve after managing to gain the consciousness to realize where you were and what the fuck is happening.

“Welcome back.” He murmured as he looked at you. He flicked your forehead causing you to flinch, he chuckled at your nose which scrunched up when you were irritated. He started to shove you and tried to get a rise out of you, being the peaceful guy that you were you just politely asked him to stop which pissed him off even more. “God, why are you so fucking annoying!” He basically yelled out at you. You stared at him bewilderedly. “W-wha?-“ you asked in confusion. “You’re just so- so- infuriating!” He put up air quotes as he spoke “ ‘oOh I’m Y/n AnD iM sUpEr SeNsItIvE aNd iM a LiTtLe WuSs WhO wOnT mAn Up AnD fIgHt!!!’ “ he mocked. You had always been more sensitive; kind of like ponyboy. You cried easy and your brother teased you for it a lot. You felt the tingle of tears starting to form in your eyes. He started to go on and on about how annoying you were and how much he hated you. And you just… broke… tears started to sting your face as if they were acid spilt into your face.

Steve just froze, watching as your usually calm face was washed away by your emotions. “I- uhm…” he sputtered out. He didn’t know what to do. He was always bad with crying, hell he couldn’t even get himself to stop crying in the rare occasions he did but this was just too much. He didn’t expect you to cry like that, he didn’t think he had been that harsh on you. He awkwardly wrapped him arms around you. “Uhm… i- ‘m sorry… don’t cry… uhm… please….?” That last word felt weird to say, it just felt unnatural coming off of his tongue. He felt bad for the first time in his life, he had made people cry before but he didn’t really care that much. He usually just said go cry about it and walked away.

He just sat there, with his arms wrapped around you in a hug. Gently patting your back as he tried to get you to stop crying. After a bit you managed to calm down, small hiccups and sniffles being the only sound coming out of you. He let go of you as you wiped your eyes. “Uhm… ‘m sorry…” he murmured out, he just prayed none of your brothers had woken up. You looked up at him through wet lashes. “I’m sorry… i-i-“ he cut you off “what are you sorry for, ‘m the one who yelled at you…” you didn’t know what to say back. You guys just watched TV silently.

After a while you guys started to talk, just normal conversation. You guys basically talked all night. You leaned slightly into him and he wrapped and arm around, you watched tv cuddled up all lovingly like, his hard shell of hate cracked as this was all to try and make you feel better after he made you cry. You guys both had a light hue of pink on your cheeks as you talked, and at the end of your chat before you guys went to sleep you guys shared a gentle kiss. And of course you guys woke up to the gang laughing at you two cuddling and taking embarrassing pictures to tease you guys. And dally calling you two gay ofc 💞💞💞

[hllfireclb]

Forehead kisses from Eddie Munson

And neck kisses from Steve Harrington

AHHHHHHHHHH

[r4ins]

Steve Harrington x Male Reader

cw. bottom steve x dom male reader

He doesn’t mean for Y/N to catch him. He was just relaxing on his bed after a shower, wearing nothing but a towel and absently running a hand up and down his thigh, fighting the urge to indulge in one of his most secret pleasures. The fight was futile of course. So now Steve gets up, allowing his towel to drop to the floor while he reaches into the back of his sock drawer, his fingers meeting silk.

It’s a crimson silk parcel, held together by a black ribbon, which he sets down on the bed and unties with delicacy. The material falls open to reveal the secrets within and his fingers linger over the items, lip caught between his teeth. It takes all of 0.37 seconds to make up his mind and so he perches himself primly on the edge of the bed and lifts the first item from the bundle, unrolling the stockings one at a time, allowing the softness to ghost his fingers. He then raises a leg, daintily points his toe and slides his foot into the first one, rolling it slowly up his leg. He is careful to adjust it until there are no creases present and so that the band of lace sits snugly around his thigh. The process is repeated with the second and catching his reflection in the full length mirror he indulged in, blushes.

Steve loves stockings. He loves how they feel, like molten silk against his skin, soft and delicate to the touch. He loves how they look, the lace band resting just a few inches below the curve of his arse and how the darker colour contrasts with the paleness of his thigh. He wriggles his toes and allows himself a small, secret grin.

The second item is then retrieved, a pair of black panties. The small garment is lace except for the very front where a triangle of silk is outlined by ribbon embellishments. The back is shaped slightly by tight stitching that creates a ruched effect. When Steve slides these on, they rest serenely on hips, the back pulled enough to give an enticing view of the rounded cheeks of his arse. The front is snug and a little constricting but the silk feels good against the heat of his flesh. Another lip bite.

Steve is shameless but this is something private. He enjoys wearing these two pieces of lingerie. They make himself feel.. sexy. He runs a hand up his legs and hums softly when his fingers leave lace and meet bare skin and his cock gives an appreciative twitch, already filling out to half-hardness. He lays back on the bed, propped up by pillows and spreads his legs, pointing his toes and stretches out. The view is rather lovely. His bare stomach with the sparse hair trailing down to where the silk material of his panties pull taut over his growing erection, the paleness of his thighs and then the elegance of the stockings that cling to the contours of his legs. Like this, he doesn’t mind touching himself.

His fingers dance against the covered head of his cock, barely applying any pressure at all as they continue down the outline of his shaft. The softest of sighs leaves his lips.

Then Y/N walks in.

“Steve I thought you had left - ”

The words perish on Y/N’s lips, a silent gasp born in their place. Steve is frozen, his expression unreadable. He makes no move to remove his hand or cover himself up, even as heat begins to crawl up his neck and into his cheeks. Y/N just stares and unconsciously licks his lips.

Steve can see his brain working overtime, can almost hear the gears grinding. He can tell Y/N is trying to make a decision. To stay or flee. The signs are all there, weight shifting from foot to the other, hands clenching and unclenching, accelerated heartbeat…

Decision seemingly made, Y/N steps towards Steve, nerves twisting his belly and prickling at his skin. There’s a gleam in his eyes though that contradict his anxiety and once close enough, he climbs onto the bed and reaches out, tentatively placing a hand on Steve’s knee. For a few, long moments, Y/N simply stares at his own hand, a knot forming between his brows as he fully comprehends the situation he had just walked into. He clears his throat and lifts his eyes to Steve’s.

“This… These…” Why does his tongue suddenly feel like lead? He settles with, “You look good.”

In response, Steve’s breath catches in his throat, his next words coming out in a whisper. “Do you really think so?”

Y/N doesn’t reply, and instead slides his hand up along his thigh. His fingers trace the lace band, much like Steve’s had before, following the slightly raised pattern until it meets skin. An ache begins to settle between Steve’s leg, the close proximity making his cock throb.

“Y/N…” The name comes out breathlessly. Y/N looks at him and Steve can see how his blue eyes have darkened, appearing glazed. Steve is not wrong about a lot of things and he hopes he is reading this right. “You can touch me if you want.”

There’s a fleeting few seconds of panic as Y/N doesn’t respond. Perhaps he’s come to his senses. Perhaps he’ll be disgusted and leave. Just as those ugly thoughts surface, and the beginnings of tears sting his eyes, Steve shudders as in that moment, Y/N has both his hands on the inside of his thighs and his coaxing them open. Their eyes meet.

“I’m not going anywhere. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to touch you.” Y/N’s gaze is intense as he shuffles to position himself between Steve’s spread legs, stroking his thighs and edging up to tease one of the ribbons on his panties. “These are a bonus of course.” He smirks and finally palms Steve through the material, pressing into his cock and moving in circular motions. Steve grunts and lifts his hips, throwing his head back against the pillows to reveal an enticing throat which Y/N moves up to nip at.

“That’s it baby, I got you.”

Y/N’s words only serve to add to the intensity of it all and there’s shuffling and more wet kisses on his stomach and “Nnnnh!” Something warm and wet slides against his cock through the material and Steve looks down, shocked to see that Y/N’s head is now between his legs and his tongue is dragging up the length of where his cock pushes against the silk. The action is repeated and Steve feels like his body has caught fire, tight and hot. Where Y/N’s tongue goes, it leaves a darker patch of material and now he’s pulling away and tugging at the waistband.

It’s almost too much but Steve lifts his hips to aid the removal. Y/N is relentless. Steve can’t help the startled gasp when he licks him again. He groans, fingers twisting in the sheets and jerking his hips. Then the head of his cock is engulfed in warmth, Y/N’s hands stroking up and down his legs as he sucks his cock. He hums around it, flattens his tongue and shifts to hook Steve's calves, hoisting them up until they rest on his shoulders. Steve's head falls back and he makes the loudest, lewdest sound Y/N’s ever heard. Steve could come just from the sight of his own stocking-clad legs hovering in the air and Y/N’s head bobbing between his thighs, glancing up at him from time to time with a look at that can only be described as sinful.

“Oh fuck, Y/N..”

Y/N keeps a grip on his legs, keeping them spread as he swallows around his cock, holding him at the back of his throat for a few seconds then pulling away, only to repeat the process. Another groan tears from Steve, the balls of his feet pressing hard into Y/N’s back, his thighs quivering. It takes Steve an embarrassingly long time to realize when Y/N has let go of one of his legs. It’s only when the muffled sounds around his cock become more frequent that he realizes, with a flush of pleasure, that Y/N is stroking himself as he sucks. The thought alone brings Steve right to the edge, lips forming silent words as he arches, body becoming rigid as he comes hard in Y/N’s mouth, suddenly finding his voice in time for a string of moans to escape.

He would be apologetic for giving no advanced warning but if the speed of Y/N’s hand is anything to go by, and the eagerness in which he swallows, Steve is sure Y/N doesn’t mind. Y/N releases Steve's cock and treats his roommate to a little show. The sight of Steve covered in a light sheen of sweat, flushed and spread out in those dark stockings is enough to finish Y/N off. He comes into his hand with a little whine, hips jerking erratically as his body sings.

The two are silent for a few minutes after that but the unanswered questions of where they go from here is a screaming presence. They would later question how they both knew but Steve simply asks, ‘Do you…?“ Answered by a breathy, “Fuck yes.”

[male-yn-simping]

Full Homo

Steve Harrington x Male! Henderson! reader

Prompted by this

A/N: Feel free to leave requests

You're chilling in your room, reading a book, when Dustin, you're little brother, bursts in through the door.

"Y/N!" he yells excitedly

"Dustin!" You yell back, putting a mark in you book, shutting it, and setting it down. you sit up and look at him. He has an excited grin on his face as he practically bounces on his feet.

"Can you take me to the mall?" He asks, preparing himself to beg if he has to.

"Yeah, sure" You shrug and get up, grabbing your keys and wallet before slipping on some shoes. "I need to get out for a bit anyways"

Dustin thanks you as he runs to grab his stuff. By the time your shoes are on, he's already in the passenger seat of your car, buckled up with his leg bouncing impatiently. You laugh at your brothers antics as you buckle yourself in before driving to the mall, windows rolled down and Queen blasting through the stereo.

You arrive at the mall and decide to follow Dustin, having no specific plans to go anywhere or do anything.

To your surprise, Dustin makes his way to Scoops Ahoy and is greeted by King Steve Harrington.

You never had a bad experience with Steve, but you never had a good one either, and you heard the stories. Jonathan Byers being your best friend definitely didn't improve your opinion of him.

You don't say anything about it though, as Dustin seems extremely excited to see him, and you can't help but smile at the way the two boys goof around. The huge grin on your little brothers face warms your heart.

After a moment, the two calm down and Steve notices you. He's shocked at first, but he smiles softly at you.

"Hey!" He says, seemingly a bit nervous.

"Uh, hi." You reply, still a but confused and unsure about the situation.

"Oh! Alex, this is Steve! Steve, this is my brother, Alex!" Dustin says, his grin never faltering. You can't help but laugh a little.

"yeah, I know who he is" you say. Steve chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I'm... I'm sorry about everything, by the way" He says, his gaze fixed on the ground.

You sigh softly and shake your head "It's all good. It's in the past."

Steve looks up quickly with a big smile on his face. "Really?!" You laugh and nod, returning his smile.

"yeah, just don't let it happen again" you tease.

Steve nods happily. His eyes meet Dustin's before returning back to you. You notice this and smile warmly.

"I'll let you two do... whatever the hell it is your up to. Good seeing you again!" You say before turning and walking out of Scoops Ahoy. Steve pauses for a moment, debating, but decides to run after you, stopping you right outside the store.

"Hey, Alex, um..." He stumbles over his words, his eyes glued to the floor as his cheeks grow red. You look at him confused as he talks.

"Do you wanna get some coffee sometime, maybe?" He asks. You're taken aback and take a moment to process what he said before eventually coming to your senses and nodding.

"Uh..ye...yeah!" You stutter out, your own cheeks now painted red.

"Great! Um, this weekend?" He finally looks up at you, his eyes are bright as he smiles wide.

"Yeah! This weekend is... Wait. You do mean that in a gay way, right?" You ask hesitantly, afraid you misread the situation. Steve bursts into laughter at this.

"Yes, in a gay way." Steve continues laughing, which cause you to start laughing as well.

"Full homo?" You say between giggles.

"A full homosexual coffee date." Steve manages to laugh out.

With a final fit of soft giggles, you kiss Steve on the cheek and walk away.

"See you this weekend, Harrington!"

[ace-of-gay]

Little mouse in an ocean

Stucky x little reader

Word count: 1,803 words oops lol

Warnings: intense sensory overload that leads to a more internalized meltdown, loki shows up, sippy, caregiver names like daddy, and dada, little names like baby boy, and munch short ofr munchkin, fidget items, sound canceling headphones, chest binding, comfort items.

Edited to the best of my ability

Age regression is a coping mechanism, if your not knowledgeable and uncomfortable of the topic either read up on it or ignore please <3

Reader is a trans man, no weight, ethnicity or hair type mentioned, reader is at least slightly able bodied in this

Dont like it dont read it especially when theres warnings

You’d been anticipating the event for a while so it didn't sneak up on you or anything but the Impending stress of having to mask for several hours and converse with people like it was on your everyday agenda, this was nothing of how you liked it, well beyond the several month warning, it gave you time to prepare both mentally and physically, gathering items you would need incase of a worst case scenario in a messenger bag, ranging from two different means of music, noise canceling headphones around the front part of the strap, Bluetooth earbuds fully charged and inside of the most front pouch accompanied by an infinity cube graced with rubber edges to not click like a normal cube, not wanting to bring attention to your discomfort in any situation.

Your favorite book, a couple small sweet and salty snacks depending on the situational needs, alongside a comfort snack , your smaller communication cards, a few more fidgets and essential items.

Bucky and Steve helped pack this bag for you, it being perfectly assembled for anything you could possibly need.

With that Bucky took you out to find a nice casual suit with fabrics that don’t irritate you.

All the small things arranged, it had your mind settled enough not to stress through the remaining time.

That is until you got there, when walking into the event hall you tug on the bottom of the jacket to your suit, adjusting it, "do you even pass?", whether or not you’re shorter, curvier, if your voice is deep enough , or if your handshake was firm enough, what ever your though in comparison may have been the idea of not passing was terrifying, Steve walking on your left puts his right hand on your shoulder leaning in, "you look handsome, i promise you’re absolutely perfect" his whispers calmed the choppy waters in your mind from becoming rapids.

You worked with some of these people, you knew a good portion of faces, knew even more names, your social analyzing has you determining who is good to talk to and who isn’t purely based on how they carry themselves, the people they talk to and how people look when they walk away, all factors you use to keep you most comfortable.

The best places to be in situations are either outside separate from people or around the food table where most often people are too occupied with collecting snacks and other food items, keeping your talking to a minimum and keeping your social battery higher for longer.

You figured you’d head over that way if it felt dire but for now you stuck with Bucky and Steve.

Trailing through the large people filled room, your boyfriends on each side of you to keep unwanted physical touch to a minimum.

Director fury approaches you three, shaking each persons hands, you know fury pretty well, the conversation going quick and simple, just as easy as the night had gone so far until people started ushering Steve one way and Bucky the other, leaving you disoriented, not entirely sure who you should go with, the confused lapse in time has you loosing them in the crowd, that’s okay, you’re big right now, you can fend for yourself, maybe find Nat or Thor, maybe Thor forced Loki to come along with.

That would be nice, a silent companion to keep you company while sitting in a dark corner avoiding most interactions, actually corners probably have the most amount of echo, at least perspective wise that is, you'd be able to hear everyone and than being next to a corn means you’re closer to the sound reflection hearing it twice, that’s something that would absolutely irritate you, possibly even give you a splitting headache.

Being in this room no one by your side, having to navigate your way through a crowd of now unfamiliar faces, peoples conversations bouncing off of one another, high heels going in all directions, clicking like shark teeth in infested feeding water, social vampires, maybe not everyone but gods did it feel like everyone.

People feasting off of communication, jingling keys like lures, or maybe bells, like the service indication bell in your local comfort food restaurant, so many indications, so many people, all sounds equally intrusive you just want to shut it out but you cant until you’re in a place where no one will question why you have headphones on at a party.

A constantly shifting maze of people, hands patting your back as people pass through the crowd, a few people stopping you for conversations that you try to keep to a minimum saying you’re looking for Bucky or Steve.

Standing in such a room alone, you would be able to feel the air currents change but this room packed with more people than an official tony stark party, it felt like the air itself had stiffened and is on the brink of collapsing in your lungs, it felt suffocating to the point holding your breath would be a better means of keeping yourself together than breathing at all.

With everything swirling, people constantly touching you, talking to you, your mind slips fast, in moments like this you put on chapstick and pretend its superglue so not to make a cosmic fool of yourself if you could even manage to get words out.

You finally make it out of the crowd only to realize most of the drinks are probably spiked, you refrain from drinking anything you don’t know, you make a b line to the patio door stepping out into the cool fresh air, the bite of cold in your lungs amongst a deep breath being the edge of the blade, it was soothing, so soothing that everything from inside broke loose, a quiet choked sob broke from your chest, if you were big right now you would know what to do but you feel so small, so very small, like a mouse in the ocean next to a baleen whale.

Your hands trembling as though electricity was pulsing through your veins, rapidly looking around, dazed vision making everything quite unclear, bumping into someone you begin to stumble back, just your luck, both big and small you know that waterfall of black locks anywhere, and he knew you.

Loki, one person who understood the entirety of the situation, carefully he leads you aside, "you’re okay, its going to be okay, we'll find Bucky and Steve" mumbling it out quietly, the first vast difference between him and the room, his voice like Bucky and Steve’s voices was safe.

He takes the headphones off the front strap of your messenger bag, helping you put them on over your ears, feeling the world go silent, sound has pressure so the lack of sound felt less like a kick drum in your ears and more like a deep breath in winter air.

Taking the communication cards out of your bag he finds two cards, showing each one, you look at him with big eyes, tears still threatening to spill you show him the mouse card.

Small.

He nods, handing you one of the small fidgets, closing your bag and taking your hand, into his cold delicate one.

He signals for you to take a few deep breaths with him and than you’re once again back into the warped room, warm of people, sharp of knowing all the sounds, he leads you through the very best route but even still people are bumping into your, patting your back when passing and trying to stop you in your tracks.

You can see Steve’s golden hair practically glowing, you let go of Loki’s hand trying to rush past people to your boyfriend but another sturdy intruding body gets in the way, bumping you causing you to drop your fidget, looking to the ground to find it.

A small mouse in the ocean amongst a group of narwhals in the eye of a thunderstorm.

Electricity raging in your hands, in your arms, in your chest and in a split second your dominant hand slams down hard onto your thigh three times just above your knee, grabbing your fidget, doing your best to hold back the electricity, you watch as Steve turns around.

Its as if he’s in slow motion, you cant get to him fast enough, you’re being held against his chest, holding tightly to his shirt fabric creasing in your grasp, he’s talking to Loki getting the most of what he can on what happened.

He has you turn around so you can walk but your eyes are closed he’s directing you through, making sure nothing touches you.

You feel the cool air touch your tear streaked cheeks cooling the tear trails.

Sitting in the car you wait for Bucky, eating one of your snacks and drinking a water based drink Steve had poured into a spare sippy he kept in the car.

"I’m so sorry munch, i turned away and you were gone, we didn't mean to put you through that, I’m so proud of you for finding Loki and letting him help", you nuzzle further into his side, touch may be unsafe but theirs was magic.

Bucky hops in the front seat turning to look at you and Stevie cuddled together in the back, reaching out for Bucky he takes your hand and holds it to his lips, he can tell just how small you are from how easy you are to maneuver. "Hi baby boy, daddy is here, lets go home now, is that okay?" You didn't respond, you were too busy feeling the metal plates of his hand.

The drive home was quick, tucked into dada Steve’s side, feeling the thrum of his heart in his chest between each breath, now inside in comfortable clothes and out of your binder one of Steve’s hoodies on you with the sleeves rolled up so your hands could peek out, laying safely between both of your caregivers, the havoc of the day having tired you out.

Bucky gets a notification saying that the food he ordered was delivered, he leaves only to return with dinner and your stuffy he picked up from the living room on his way back.

Little jerks and jolts here and there from remnant electricity occasionally causing you to hold your breath only for one of your daddies to find a new way to remind you to breathe, this time dada Stevie tapped the tip of your nose causing you to quietly coo, breathing.

Words aren’t an expectation, neither are sounds, they just want you to feel better and if that means holding you safely tucked between them than so be it, they would do anything and everything to keep their boy safe.

Because they’re with you til the end of the line.

This is twice as long as i meant for it to be but you absolutely deserve a longer fic, thank you so much for your patience and thank you for requesting <33 @valetim09

I had to fix the layout because for some odd reason it got all mixed up

[havensins]

Gripping Steve's slutty waist as you breed him

yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes 😵‍💫!

steve has such a small waist and it’s truly a shame that no one has bent him over. he needs to just be bent over and held down to take whatever it is you decide to give him.

he wouldn’t complain, he’d beg for more. and then pinning his hands behind his back so he has no choice for his cheek to be pressed against the bare material of the counter or whatever you have him against.

it makes him feel like such a cheap whore and he fuckin’ loves it. degrade him. call him your dumb slut and watch the way he’ll come undone around you.

[steveisagay]

American Pie

Steve Harrington X Male Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

I have been in a writing slump and I was listening to American Pie on the way home so this is based on the lyrics "And I know that you're in love with him/cause I saw you dancing in the gym"

Fluff, slight angst, Steve's internal homophobia, usage of the f slur, Steve's also hung up on Nancy a bit. Please tell me if you want a part two in my requests!

Steve and Y/N weren’t always friends, or, whatever they are now.  It all started a little after him and Nancy ended things.  Him and Y/N had science together that year and had been paired for a project.  Something about the other guy sitting on his couch with a pencil eraser in between his lips.  They ordered a pizza but Y/N had to leave early and didn’t get a chance to eat dinner.  For some reason he couldn’t understand he didn’t want him to leave, at least not this early.  He wasn’t sure if it was because he seemed so nice, or if it was that Nancy seemed to leave him and move on so quickly.  The next day Steve invited him over to watch a new movie he got his hands on.  He warmed up the pizza in the oven and got out a few blankets from one of the closets.  The two started talking midway into the movie and got to know each other.  When the movie was over Steve drove him back to his home and Y/N laid in his bed wondering if Steve thought that they were friends, if he might even feel a little bit more?

A year or so later Y/N asked Steve to pick him up when Hellfire was done he was surprised.  He didn’t even think he was anywhere close to Eddie, and suddenly he was in the same club as the freak?  But he reluctantly agreed, watching just a few hours later as he gave Eddie one of his warm, bright smiles.  Steve hated it, gripping at his steering wheel as you hugged him and waved as you walked away.  Steve didn’t know why seeing you hug the freak made him feel this way, were you gay?  He wasn’t homophobic, was he?  He was supportive when Robin came out, plus guys hug other guys all the time so it was normal.  Was he clingy?  But he drove him home without saying anything about the complicated feelings that thrashed around in his head.

“Hey Robin?” He called from the other edge of the counter.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m homophobic…”

“I-” She gave him a quizzical look, “I don’t know what to do with that”

“I think I’m homophobic, Robin!”  He seemed frantic.

“Yeah, I heard you, but why?”

“Because of Y/N!  He was hugging Eddie and I hated it!  I don’t even know if he’s gay and I hate it, what if he is gay!  What then, Rob?”

“First of all, you look like you’re a mess, second, I really don’t think you’re homophobic.”  She gave a slight pause, “Is there any other reason why you think you’re homophobic?”

“Yeah.  Whenever he’s around I get this weird feeling and it’s so overwhelming.”

“Mhm, yeah.  You’re totally homophobic.”

“What?!”

“I’m kidding, dingus calm down.  Do you think that you could just be jealous?” 

“Jealous?  Of what?  Eddie?”

“Yeah, do you think that maybe with Nancy dumping you you’ve focused your feelings on him instead?”

“No, I don’t like guys, at least I don’t think I do.”

            “If you say so,”  She trailed off, grabbing a box of VHS tapes to stock.  

Deep in the night Steve sat on his bed, towel drying his hair pondering what Robin had said to him earlier.  He can’t be gay, he’s a Harrington.  If his dad knew he’d kill him, probably.    And there’s no way he could like someone when he wasn’t even over Nancy yet.  He could barely sleep that night, worrying about every what-if he thought of.  He didn’t want to be gay, being gay was always something negative and he couldn’t afford to put that title on his family name.  What if he got kicked out, he was already off of his father’s income.  What if he got beaten for being a faggot, he knew that if he got beaten as bad as the russian incident he’d have way more permanent damage than before.  These thoughts kept him up way longer than he could’ve hoped.

The next day, a while before Steve got off his shift at work the phone started to ring.  It’s not like it wasn’t a daily occurrence, people called all the time to check what movies were in and such.  But when he picked up he heard the sound of Y/N's voice.  It was nice to hear.

“Hello, this is Family Video.” He answered in an automatic tone.

“Hey Steve!” Y/N answered rather cheerfully, “Can I ask you a favor?”

His response was almost immediate, “Yeah, anything,”

“Okay so my car broke down on the way home yesterday and since there’s Hellfire today I wouldn’t get home until it was already dark so…”  Y/N seemed to hesitate on asking him, but it almost seemed like he felt guilty about it.

“I can drive you home, that’s fine.” He seemed to light up, he wanted to see him so badly, but just as friends, right?

With a quick thank you the other male hung up.  It seemed like hours before Steve had to pick him up.  After the rather short drive he waited for a few minutes in the parking lot, then he got bored.  He said it would be done by now, what was keeping him?  He wouldn’t lie to him would he?  No, of course not, he wouldn’t lie to him about something so stupid.  Maybe it just went a little bit late.  After a while he couldn’t sit in his car any longer.  He takes quick strides into his former highschool to find his friend.  Making his way down the quiet halls he hears a bit of laughter coming from the gym.  It reminded him of the basketball team.  He went closer when he recognized Y/N’s voice.  The doors weren’t open so he pushed them slightly.  Seeing Y/N made him smile a bit, but his mood immediately dropped.  He was smiling, laughing, the joy evident on his face made him ache in a way that was bittersweet.  But the pang of jealousy hit harder than any happiness Steve could feel for him.  He wasn’t mad at him for being happy, he was just mad at the fact he was dancing with Eddie Munson.  Sure the two were friends, but it didn’t sit well with him.  He turned to leave when he heard Y/N yell out his name.  Guess he couldn’t get out of driving him home.

[pascalsummers]

Can you do marvel men with a male reader that hide a pretty serious injury because he don't want them to be worried ? How will they find out and what will be their reaction ?

A/N: Enjoy!

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You Hide a Serious Injury (Avengers x Male Reader)

BUCKY

From his training in HYDRA Bucky would pretty easily notice something off about you. He would wait until the two of you are alone to mention anything to you. Bucky would easily notice how serious it is and would take you to the nearest hospital. Once you get treated he would ask you why you would keep something like this away from him. When you tell him your reasoning he would somewhat understand but would tell you he would prefer if you just tell him when it happens.

STEVE

Steve would notice your weird demeanor and ask if everything was all right. If you said you were okay he would be hesitant but would trust your judgement. Though after still seeing you in pain, he would ask you to just tell him what's wrong so he can help you in some way. After he learns about the injury he would immediately take you somewhere to get it healed. When you tell him why you kept it secret Steve would tell you that he always worries about people he cares about so next time don't be afraid to tell him.

THOR

This man show's his love for you in very physical ways so Thor would instantly notice your wince of pain when he hugs you. He would think that he hugged you too tight and apologize but you would assure him that it's not his fault. You would eventually reveal your injury to assuage Thor's worries about hurting you and Thor would take you to Bruce or a hospital to treat you. Thor would understand your hesitance to tell him but would gently tell you that taking care of yourself is more important than Thor's possible worry.

TONY

Tony wouldn't notice right away since he tends to be hyper-focused on his work and forgets to pay attention to other things. Though when Tony has some free time he would go to hang out with you and would notice your weird behavior. Tony would question your behavior and though you would try to brush it off Tony would easily see through your lie. After you get treated and explain to Tony why you didn't say anything he would jokingly tell you to leave the ignoring of one's well-being to him.

LOKI

Loki is pretty good at reading people so it wouldn't take him long to notice that something is off about you. He would confront you directly about and the two of you would go back and forth for a little bit before you eventually give in and show Loki your injury. Loki would then take you to Bruce to get healed while slightly scolding you for not seeking help sooner. After you are treated Loki would tell you in a nicer tone that you need to look after yourself regardless of Loki's possible reaction to it.

BRUCE

While the two of you are hanging out Bruce would notice the pain you are in and would ask you if everything is okay. When you show Bruce the injury he would quickly take you to the medical bay to treat it. When you try to explain your reasoning Bruce would kindly tell you that the both of you will talk about it after he treats you since he needs to focus. Once you explain yourself Bruce would tell you that while he can understand your thought process you still need to treat injuries as soon as possible so they don't get worse.

[gttinyprincess]

Willing pt 2

Vampire! Billy, blood bank! Male reader, blood bank! Steve

Summary: the reader is ill and unable to help Billy quench his thirst. Lucky for the vampire, Steve decides to offer some help...

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The air is crisp when Billy steps out of his blue Camaro.

Dropping his cigarette onto the ground, he crushes it beneath the heel of his boot.

He eyes the house as he makes his way up the stone path. He's been here a handful of times, but usually they met up at his place. But with no response to his calls this morning the blonde took it to mean they were meeting at (Y/N)'s.

It's his feeding day after all.

The hunger claws at his stomach as he raps his knuckles against the white wooden door. The thought of fresh warm sweet blood has him running his tongue across his teeth, the canines are already starting to length at the thought.

He can almost feel (Y/N)'s body leaning into him, exhausted and clinging to him. Not that he's here for that, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to the contact even just a little bit.

The door begins to crack open and Billy lets an easy going grin grace his lips, only for it to drop a few moments later.

It's not (Y/N) who opens the door.

Steve looks just as puzzled to see him as "Hargrove?" He raises a brow in confusion. "Harrington" the blonde eyes him from head to toe. "Where's (Y/N)?" What are you doing here? "He's resting" Steve's eyes shift to the living room entrance and then back.

After a moment or so Steve steps back, gesturing for Billy to come inside. Not that he'd need to be welcomed, (Y/N) had invited him in months ago. If he wanted to get in, he could. Steve wouldn't be able to stop him.

Crossing the threshold, he makes for the living room able to hear a heartbeat within the room. The sight he finds is pitiful to say the least. (Y/N) is huddled up on the couch, wrapped in multiple blankets. The human looks fatigued when he moves his head to acknowledge the new person in the room, his nose is rubbed red raw and his eyes have heavy bags beneath them.

"You look like shit" (Y/N) laughs, quickly dissolving into a coughing fit. Billy moves to sit beside the teen as he hunches over, sputtering into his fist. He throws an arm over the boy's shoulder in silent comfort as Steve makes his way into the room, planting himself on the couch opposite.

(Y/N) leans back against the couch and Billy follows him with his arm still wrapped around the boy. "Not to be rude. But why are you here?" The human asks, leaning his head to look up at him. "It's Saturday" he replies simply as if that explains his intentions and with the way (Y/N)'s eyes widen, it seems it does. "Oh Billy" he sits up, the blonde's arm falling from his back as he shifts to look back at him "I'm so sorry, I completely forgot" he apologizes but Billy waves him off.

"Relax, you're clearly sick" the vampire shrugs. Placing a flat palm to (Y/N)'s chest, he easily pushes the teen back against the couch "I can figure something else out" he can't wait any longer to feed, he needs to satisfy his hunger today if he wants to stave off the hunger side effects.

"You said you'd stop feeding on random people now that you have me" Billy would snort at the sight of the pouting jock before him if he wasn't so distracted with his thoughts. "But I don't have you currently. You're already exhausted, I'm not risking making you feel any worse"

(Y/N)'s face falls and Billy knows he's no doubt feeling guilty. With a huff he leans against the teen "I'll be fine, don't worry.  You can't help being ill, it's natural for mortals" he tries to comfort his friend.

He looks ready to argue back but another voice takes hold of the vampire's attention "why not bite me?"

Billy's eyes snap to the brunette opposite them, Steve has his hands clasped together as he leans his elbows on his thighs. He looks just as suprised at his words as they are, as if that was a thought that wasn't supposed to leave his mouth. "What?" Billy isn't sure who asked but Steve is looking away from them, flustered. "I said why not feed on me?" He shrugs "(Y/N) is too sick to help out, but I'm perfectly healthy" he explains himself, glancing between the two.

Billy is a little stunned to say the least. He and Harrington aren't exactly the most civil to each other, though their rivalry had calmed down since he found out Billy's secret.

Still, he had never expected this.

For the ex-king to offer himself up like this.

Billy's mouth practically waters at the thought of sinking his teeth into the brunette's jugular. Harrington had always smelled good, made the vampire damn thirsty when they played against each other on the court. His heart pumping faster with the quick movements, that sweet smell flooding the gym.

Billy is quick to put on his typical smug look, a smirk stretching across his lips. "Well now, isn't that nice of you" he chuckles standing up.

He watches the human squirm ever so slightly as he stalks towards the couch. He can hear his heartbeat pick up. No matter how hard Steve tries to keep up his brave face, his heart gives him away easily.

Billy offers a hand to him, his mind replaying the time he had 'helped' Harrington up on the court. To his surprise Steve takes his hand with no hesitation, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

Billy is aware that (Y/N) is watching them closely. He's worried Billy will be too rough, he knows that, but he needs to have some trust in the vampire. He's not planning on hurting the ex-king.

"You sure you want to do this?" The smirk is gone and suddenly Steve is staring Billy in the eyes. The latter now dead serious, their hands still clasped between them. It's odd behaviour and slightly unsettling. The brunette nods "I'm sure" he says dropping Billy's hand "let's get this over with" he swallows his nerves.

It seems that's all Billy needs to make his move. A large strong hand grips Steve's bicep whilst the other moves to push the underside of the man's chin up. "Move your head like this" he says, instructing the teen to give him more access to his throat which he does willingly. "Perfect" he mumbles eyeing the smooth skin of Steve's throat, those tiny moles dotting his neck. Two in particular look ironically like fang marks, much to Billy's amusement.

"Last chance to back out, pretty boy..." he warns, smoothing a thumb across the two moles. "Not backing out" the jock retorts. His heartbeat is like a Jackhammer in his chest, tempting the vampire with each beat.

Billy noses along the skin, mouth skimming the soft flesh before he pauses. He presses his fangs into the skin, hearing Steve inhale sharply as he anticipates the bite. As much as he'd love to tease the boy, he's hungry and the blood rushing through his veins is calling to him. Billy pulls him close as he bites down on the soft pulse point beating beneath his lips.

Steve gasps gripping at Billy's shirt and bicep "Jesus!" The pain is quick and sharp, it then melts into an almost indescribable sensation. He feels so light, as if he's floating. Steve sighs, relaxing into Billy's strong grip as he drinks deeply. When had the blonde moved to cup the back of his head and wrap an arm around his waist. He's not sure, all he can seem to focus on are Billy's lips as they suck at the puncture wound he'd made on the boy's neck. Lapping at the skin like a hungry wolf.

It feels as if Billy is trying to devour him completely.

Billy hums and groans as he enjoys his meal. Steve is a feast fit, ironically, for a king. So dense and heady, he could happily drink the sweet saccharine for the rest of his undead life.

His brain whispers to him, planting thoughts in his mind, selfish, sick, greedy thoughts.

There's nothing stopping him from draining Steve dry.

Consume him entirely.

Every last drop.

He's felt this before. He knows how tempting the thoughts are. How convincing they can be.

Steve's vision blurs. He's pretty sure if Billy wasn't holding him up right now, he'd fall to his knees. "Billy?" He groans, patting the vampire's shoulder. He gets no response, no acknowledgement that he had even been heard. The hand on his waist tightens as if trying to pull him even closer. "Billy?" Once again no response. His head spins and suddenly he's not so sure he's going to survive this Hargrove encounter.

"Billy!" (Y/N) snaps followed by an aggressive coughing fit, but it seems to do the trick. Billy pulls back panting, head tilted back, eyes staring up unblinking at the ceiling. The vampire is in complete bliss as he savours the taste of his meal. "Fuck" he breathes, a grin slowly breaking out onto his lips. "Looks like you've got competition, (Y/N)" Billy chuckles, finally making eye contact with Steve as he licks the crimson from his lips in a slow swipe.

"Who'd have known you'd taste so good?" Billy leans back in and Steve braces for another bite which never comes. Instead the blonde cleans up the blood smeared across the man's throat. "Relax" Billy mumbles as he laps at his bite "I'm sealing the bite" he explains watching the skin stitch itself together.

After deeming his job done, Billy moves to lock his hands behind Steve's back "jump" he commands. Steve furrows his brows in confusion where his cheek presses into Billy's shoulder. He doesn't want to jump, he wants to sleep. "What?" He slurs. "Jump up and wrap your legs around me" Billy repeats, adding on another instruction. Steve whines his complaints but still follows the order, hoping up to wrap himself around the man like an overgrown koala.

Billy spins on his heel making his way back towards the couch (Y/N) has remained glued to, though his eyes had remained on the two the entire time. Billy is careful as he drops Steve onto the couch beside the other boy, the jock immediately leaning into his friend.

"How are you feeling?" (Y/N) asks as he wraps his blanket around them both. Steve scrunches his face, his eyes are closed. He clearly wants to sleep now. But he'll have to wait a little bit longer, he needs to eat. "Fluffy..." he replies after a few minutes of thought, his features smoothing out. (Y/N) wheezes a laugh almost doubling over "okay now I get why you tease me after a feed" he grins at Billy who smirks, arms crossed over his chest as he looks the two cozy humans over.

Steve looks high.

After his giggle fit (Y/N) composed himself "how are you doing?" He asks the vampire. Still focused on his friend's wellbeing even when he himself looks, and probably feels, halfway to death's door. "I feel fucking great" he grins "definitely gonna be full for awhile" he reassures and (Y/N) smiles softly "I'm glad."

"Right, well. Back in a second, I'll make him a snack" Billy tossles (Y/N)'s hair, the boy complaining that he already looks like crap and now his hair looks it too, he transitions to smoothing the hair back out. And if it's only to be able to run his fingers through the soft hair, well then no one else has to know.

In the end Billy ended up making them all a sandwich each, deciding that he needed proof his sick human wasn't skipping meals due to his dicky belly. Once the plates are clear and Steve's had a couple of gulps of coke, they finally let him rest closely followed by (Y/N).

Steve lays with his head pressed against Billy's chest, listening to his heartbeat. The dull thud is slower than that of his own at a resting rate but he supposed that it's just a vampire thing. (Y/N) has his arms wrapped around Steve's waist, spooning the older boy. He presses his face into the back of the brunett's neck, his own hair hiding his face.

No doubt Harrington will be waking up with more than just Billy's saliva on his neck, with the way (Y/N)'s mouth is hanging open.

Billy allows himself to relax into the fabric couch, a hand finding its way into (Y/N)'s hair whilst the other strokes Steve's back.

The three doze on the couch that morning, just resting and basking in the comfort of another person's hold.

The day had been eventful to say the least.

[buckys-little-belle]

He he! Stevie would need to practice to make his Legos look like tree house! 🙂 He is good at drawing art. Little needs to teach hims so they can be so good together

Practice Makes Progress

Steve Rogers x Little!Reader (He/Him Pronouns Used)

Warnings - None! :)

Notes - This inspired me to do a little part two to this, I hope you enjoy! I loved this ask!

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Every sunny day Steve would walk by the same spot he had met Y/n, yet after two weeks he was beginning to think the fun boy with the difficult blocks wouldn't be back again.

Y/n on the other hand did his best to get all his work and chores done so he could lay his blanket out at the park again, legos on display, hopefully able to reel in the sweet gentle giant that was Steve Rogers.

Two weeks and three days after they met Steve walked past a familiar yellow blanket, a familiar boy laid out with his blocks and the breeze floating past him. "Hey, Buddie!" Steve smiled, trying his best not to come of too strong, yet too excited to stay quiet. "What are you building today?" He crouched down, a bigger smile plastering itself on his face when Y/n looked up at him with a huge smile and wide eyes.

"'m building a castle!" He cheered, waving his hands around his small structure, giggling at the fact that Steve couldn't tell it was obviously a castle.

"Can I join you again?" Steve asked, making Y/n nod his head quickly, excited to have company again.

"You might need help dis time." Y/n admitted, watching as Steve sat down, already picking through some pieces. "You sort of struggled last time." Y/n shrugged his shoulders, remembering the awkward thing Steve had built last time that he called a treehouse. It was not. It was a blob, but Y/n didn't want to be mean.

"I'll never say no to some help." Steve chuckled, building a small foundation.

"You should make a tower!" Y/n giggled. "For my castle! Towers are easy." Steve laughed, hoping four tall walls would be a good tower, knowing that that was about all he could do.

"I'll try my best, don't laugh if it's bad." He joked.

"I'll probably laugh." Y/n giggled. "Your treehouse was really bad."

"You little stinker." Steve laughed, hating just how right Y/n was. "My treehouse was perfect."

"Maybe we should get together more often." Y/n offered, eyes still focused on his blocks, not wanting to see the possible rejection in Steve's eyes. "So you can practice your building skills." He said quieter.

"I would love to." Steve smiled. "But if I have to keep building then one time we have to colour, I'm much better at colouring."

"I love colouring!" Y/n smiled at Steve. "We should colour next time." He nodded his head.

"Sounds like a deal, Buddie." Steve smiled, a warmth spreading through his chest, enjoying this little moment of peace that he got in the middle of a busy park with a creative boy at his side, and difficult blocks in his hands.