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rustedhearts · 14 days

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i want your things in my room (fratboy!steve harrington x fem!reader)

summary: steve harrington: resident frat boy heartbreaker. handsome, charming, good in bed—what's not to love? if only he loved you. based on this sexy thought of mine

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

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tags: frat boy!steve, situationship, asshole-ish!steve, pining, kind of feral reader because i was feral writing this, smut.

"i want your things in my room, i miss you all of the time. i stalk myself on the internet just to see what you'll find...you look so cool, I wanna die. is it too soon to say what's on my mind?"

— in my room, julia wolf

for the lovely 🫧

wc: 2,095 (oops)

delta phi. saturday april 12th, 2009

Cords of muscle suffocated under the tight sleeve of a red cutoff—ripped while weight-lifting on the porch, you imagined. Knowing Steve, it was intentionally and meticulously cut in the bathroom mirror for a blurry cellphone image sent to another fling.

You never received texts like that. The only texts you received were late in the evening or at the crest of midnight:

you up?

coming over. unlock the back door.

The one trip-up in this eight month routine came two weekends ago at nine p.m.

coming over, brought you a surprise. want you to wear it saturday.

It was a tight white t-shirt promoting Steve for Delta Phi Senior President. You wore it like he asked, lingering in the basement corner of another Saturday party with a lukewarm beer you wanted to throw up when you saw hordes of other girls wearing the exact same thing.

He didn't even look at you that night.

But he messaged, an hour after you skulked home with a hoodie zipped over his face printed on your left tit.

didn't see you leave. can i swing by later?

He did. And you let him crawl over your naked body under a pink duvet and place his mouth wherever he liked. He didn't apologize, and you swallowed down the sharp sting of tears every time he told you how pretty you were—knowing every girl wearing his face that night received the very same treatment at one point.

You weren't special. You knew that. But he had such a way of making you feel like you were. Catching your eye through passing bodies, lifting his mouth in a sideways grin, wiggling his fingers in a tiny wave when he knew no one was looking. Cupping the back of your head in the checkout line at the coffeeshop when he passed by, because somehow he always knew when you were there. He never said a thing, but he had your heart stuttering every single time.

So, here you were. Another Saturday night in a dark Delta Phi corner, sipping a Twisted Tea and struggling to swallow past the lump of hurt in your throat when Steve's head turned to follow the path of a pretty and petite blonde. Watching his biceps flex under his sleeve, his hips turn in a pair of Levis often rumpled on your floor. You washed them once, when he came and got sick in your bathroom after a particularly intense recruitment night.

Steve lifted a wide hand and swept it through the front of his hair. You could almost smell it, the Old Spice soaked in those chestnut tresses. You used his bathroom on the second floor one time, found the red shampoo bottle resting on the edge of the tub.

And maybe you popped the cap and smelled it, closed your eyes and imagined Steve was right in front of you, pressing his cheek on your chest the way he did post-coital: panting wordlessly, letting you feel the warmth of his flesh clinging to yours, running your fingers through his hair to bring him back down.

Steve's eyes cutting your way yanked you from your warm, gut-wrenching thoughts of him. Over the swell of his own bicep: a pair of hazels fixing on your figure across the room. Your heart lurched to your throat when you locked gazes, fingers twitching to wave. He wouldn't wave back. You knew without a doubt.

But those lips quirked up in acknowledgement, and that was enough. Enough to have heat lapping at your face and coiling in your stomach. Enough to know he'd message after the party, when most of the crowd dispersed and his buddies wandered off to bed. Enough to know you'd feel his breath on your face tonight, feel his mouth over your body.

That was more than enough.

✶ ✶

You waited.

Waited—fully dressed on your bed, lamp clicked on in the darkness of the night—with the skin of your thumb between your teeth. Gnawing between glances at your phone, waiting for it to buzz with his name. The deeper the night grew, the hungrier you became. Hungry for his tongue sliding around your mouth, his fingers digging into your ribs with every pull back against his body. His palm cupped around your throat the way it often did when he took you from behind, keeping you braced against his chest so he could feel you struggle to catch your breath.

You waited. You bid your roommate goodnight through a closed door and waited. You peeled your outfit off layer by layer, checked your messages for his name, and waited. You laid back on your bed holding your phone to your faded-t-shirt-clad chest, and waited.

The hunger nestled between your legs, aching and pulsing with soreness. It was terrible how conditioned you were for Steve's attention. How horribly you craved it.

Somehow, his air of coolness made you want it more. When he avoided your eye, when your texts went unanswered, when he brushed by at a party and looped your pinkies together—you wanted him something awful.

But you wanted him most when you had him. When he was running his nose through the sweat on your neck, big hands sweeping over your stomach under the t-shirt he guided over your head. His t-shirt, always asked for in a groggy, early morning exchange before he left. When he was whispering—unwilling to wake your roommates—and promising that you were the only one he'd ever felt this close to.

"Swear nobody's made me feel so fuckin' high before," he'd say. "Love your body, baby, you're so pretty."

Tears squeezed at your lash line, burning as they spilled over. You swiped at them irritatedly, setting your phone on the nightstand and turning away from it.

And then it buzzed.

You flung your hands toward the vibration, snatching the scratched device eagerly.

coming.

missed you.

Falling back against your pillows, you let out a long, blissful sigh. He missed you. That was new.

Your phone buzzed with the long-awaited "here" text, and you had to catch yourself on the stair railing to avoid running toward the door. But the way you swung the door open and tugged him in did little to hide your excitement, and it had Steve grinning wide as you hurried back toward your room.

"Wait," he chuckled, stumbling over his sneakered feet. "Christ, you're quick to the belt tonight."

You clamped your bedroom door shut carefully, spinning around to find Steve toeing his shoes off at the end of your bed. His tongue prodded at the inside of his cheek when he turned to face you again. The smirk on his mouth was delicious.

Suddenly, all that hunger coursing through you fizzled to coyness. But Steve liked when you were shy. He thought it was cute.

"C'mere."

The way he called to you—softly, a sweeter version of his usual tone—always had your nerves tingling.

You stepped in front of him, giggling when he plucked at the faded, stained material of your bed shirt near your chest.

"Sexy 'jamas," he chuckled, swooping down to press your mouths together.

"Thought...you weren't...coming," you mumbled between detachments and quiet, wet smacks.

He said nothing this time, letting his hands drop to your hips to steer you around. He guided you onto the bed, and the pair of you moved like a well-oiled carnival ride until you reached the pillows. Two heavy palms pressed into the feathers on either side of your head, and Steve's mouth continued lapping at yours vigorously.

One thing about Steve was that he was always pleased to incorporate foreplay. He loved the art of kissing, and he knew it well.

Steve pulled away far too early, moving his lips to your cheek. Down your jaw, under the junction where nerves tingled for his attention under your ear. You fisted the thin fabric of his shirt as he dragged his nose across your jaw.

"Did ya miss me, honey?" His voice took on a low gravel that brought your hairs to their ends.

Your eyes fluttered between opened and closed, hips shifting on the bed. Your breath already shallowed.

"Mhm."

"Mhm? Tell me," he cooed, nose rubbing a small circle into your cheek, breath hot on your skin. "Tell me you missed me, pretty girl."

You blinked your eyes open, glazing over the length of his lashes and flecks of honey and emerald in his gaze. You could barely feel your own body, could barely form a sentence on your own.

"I missed you," you whispered dazedly.

Steve moved his eyes down to your stomach as he dragged the t-shirt toward your collarbones. His hand glided over your navel and between your breasts.

"Missed you, too. Take your shirt off f' me, sweetheart."

He knelt at the end of the bed and watched you undress intently, eyes tracing the curves of your body as he pressed to his knees and fumbled with the buckle of his belt. When the pair of you were bare, he returned to his place hovering above you, and you took your chance to roam your hands over his chest. Firm, warm, smooth-skinned. Lifting your back off the bed, you buried your nose in his throat and inhaled deeply. Steve's chuckle rumbled through you, but you couldn't find it in yourself to feel ashamed.

"Smell good," you remarked quietly.

Steve tipped his head away from your face until you settled back into the pillows. He grinned down at you there, hair curling over his forehead and toward his brow.

"Yeah? That's new."

You shook your head, tongue fat and dumb in your mouth. Your fingers traced down his arms bracing your head. "No...always smell good."

A swallow bobbed in his throat. The back of his finger nudged your cheek from the pillow beside you. "Yeah?"

You nodded this time, meeting his eye with what he could only call a lovestruck stare—all rounded and doe-like. "Yeah."

He wished you'd shut your eyes. He wished you'd stop looking at him like he was some sort of saint. He wished you'd stop letting him get away with all the shit he put you through.

Steve was quick to switch gears, pecking a short, painful kiss to your mouth before flipping you by the hips onto your stomach. You gasped at the quick and irritated pull of your hips upward until your ass was arched in the air. He pressed on the dip in your back and you let your stomach drop toward the mattress.

"Good," he sniffed. "Look good like this."

Because he couldn't see your eyes.

And you let him fuck you like that, pummeling so deep that you were buried in the mattress by the time he was done. You didn't cum and he knew it, and the pair of you settled flat with quiet gasps. He didn't press his cheek to your chest this time, didn't tangle your fingers together between sticky bedsheets. He laid there only a few silent moments before reaching for his pants.

"Hey," you called softly, propped up on your elbows. "You're not gonna stay?"

The broad muscles of Steve's back flexed and rolled as he hoisted his jeans over his hips and secured his belt. He pulled his shirt on without turning around, feet shoved into his sneakers before you could even sit all the way up.

"Nah," he said, turning only as he headed for the door. "Gotta...um, study."

Brows furrowing, a small giggle slipped from your mouth. "Study? You don't study."

Another swallow, noisy and paired with two eyes fixed on the floor. His voice neared a whisper when he spoke again. "Trying something new."

You watched him open the door just enough for him to fit through. You hugged your soiled sheets around your bare body and felt the hunger dim to hurt again.

Steve stepped into the doorway and turned his head an inch, but not enough to see those pretty features again. "Later."

You wanted him to miss you again. You wanted to press your nose back into his neck and breathe him in. You wanted him to bring his words down low where they belonged when he spoke to you. You wanted to be his girl for a few moments more, to feel his affection through every drag of his mouth and hands.

But the door closed, and you were left to watch him jog across the street through a sliver in the drapes instead.

Just another t-shirt. Just another girl in love with Steve Harrington.

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theemporium · 2 years

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[REQUESTS OPEN—enabled by @upsidedownwithsteve + @1986harrington]

[2.2k] or, in which tequila shots and bad decisions lead you straight into fratboy!steve’s bed, consequences be damned. (smut)

part two

It was stupid.

The whole thing was so damn stupid.

Ridden with guilt and too many late nights spent in the library, you couldn’t avoid being dragged out by your friends no matter what you said. It had been weeks since you had actively made time for them in your life beyond rushed conversations over meals and the odd catch-ups in between classes. The least you could do was go out with them on a Saturday night like every other college student would be doing.

You deserved to have some fun.

What you didn’t expect was for your friends’ version of fun to look like the Kappa Alpha Kappa Fraternity House on their ‘Girls In Free’ night.

But your friends gave you that look—that stupid, stupid look that they gave knowing you were seconds away from bolting—and it made you want to prove a point. It made you want to prove that you could go out and have fun, even at the expense of spending the night surrounded by handsy, cocky frat boys you would never talk to in your day-to-day life.

You got your hands on a shot of tequila for liquid courage. Then another just to make sure. You found a bottle of beer or two, and by the fourth shot of tequila you knew, somewhere deep down in your inebriated brain, it was a night for fun mistakes and sweet regret.

Fun mistakes came packaged in the drop-dead gorgeous body of Steve fucking Harrington.

Sweet regret came wrapped up in the charming little bow that was Truth or Dare, a dangerous game for someone as competitive as you.

It was a stupid idea to come to the party. It was a stupid idea to take that extra tequila shot. It was a stupid idea to settle yourself in the circle like it was some middle school party. It was a stupid idea to see that challenging glint in Steve’s eyes when he thought you were going to back out the dare and let your body burn with determination, lust and something you weren’t quite ready to face.

“Do you always take your dares this far?” Steve murmured between broken, fast-paced kisses as you tugged his body closer, the party thriving and bumping away two floors beneath you but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Shut up,” you retorted breathlessly, hands snaking up his body and tangling your fingers in his hair as he pressed you against the locked door.

The fabric of your dress rose higher up your thigh as his hands found their way to your legs, squeezing the flesh as an appreciative moan tickled against your lips before he lifted you with ease, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist.

You felt his hands squeezing your hips, travelling up your back and fingers teasing the zipper of your dress as his head dipped down to the crook of your neck. The small straps did little to hide your skin from Steve’s attacks, wet kisses pressed against your bare skin and his teeth nipping the spots he knew made your body arch against his.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, eyes falling shut when you felt open-mouthed kisses and soothing touches just below your ear. “Stop being a fucking tease, Harrington.”

“Be patient, princess,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear as he pulled away from the door with a sudden movement. He grinned at the shocked squeal that left your lips, the way your body clung onto his as he shuffled through the room. “Promise it’ll be worth the wait.”

“Big promises from someone who’s only showed me he can suck on my neck like he’s fucking Dracula,” you replied bluntly, the lie slipping easily past your drunken lips.

Because the truth was that you hated it. You hated the way his touch made your body feel warm and fuzzy. You hated the way his kisses made you feel breathless and dazed. You hated the way a stupid dare to straddle his lap and make out with him in front of his frat buddies led to you following Steve blindly up to the higher floors of the frat house.

Steve Harrington wasn’t the kind of guy you associated with.

He was arrogant and egotistical and had the whole campus wrapped around his finger despite the notches on his bedpost that made him look nothing but sloppy and disinterested. He wasn’t the kind of person you’d give the time of day, and vice versa.

And yet here you laid on his fucking bed, dress pooled at your hips and exposing the small lacy thong you slipped on to avoid any obvious lines, and the heated look he was giving you made you clench your thighs together.

“Say what you want, sweetheart, but I can have you eating your own words in minutes,” he muttered, eyes focused on the flimsy material of your panties as he parted your legs, keeping them spread as he began to kneel at the bottom of his bed.

“You’re all bark and no bite, Harrington,” you commented, ignoring the buzz in your veins as his fingers danced along the hem of your panties, his eyes darting back up to you. You hated the way the position made you squirm.

“You don’t like me very much, do you?” Steve spoke like it was a question but you both knew the answer, you both knew the feeling was mutual.

“I think you should use your mouth for better uses,” you retorted, propped up on your elbows as the straps of your dress fell off your shoulders but you didn’t care. If Steve kept looking at you the way he was in that moment, that dress would be ripped off you before the sun rose anyways.

“You wanna play that game, sweetheart?”

The grin on his lips was wolfish and predatory, it sent shivers down your spine and should have made you choose your next words carefully. His offer was like a deal with the devil, fun and exciting and so goddamn tempting you didn’t care how dangerous it was.

You wanted to taste sweet regret with Steve Harrington, consequences be damned.

They were tomorrow’s problem anyways.

“Bite me, Harrington.”

Amusement glimmered in those brown eyes of his, mixed with something wild as he pulled your panties down your legs and over the strapped heels he made no move to remove. His hands wrapped around your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the bed until ass was almost hanging over the edge but before you even had a chance to complain, he was giving you something else to focus on.

You knew Steve Harrington had a reputation on campus. You knew that he had a handful of girls giggling over his every move and idolising him like he was a god. You knew that whatever he wanted, he got and you assumed the rumours were just glorified lies to hide the truth.

You quickly learnt that was not the case.

“Shit,” your lips parted as you felt his tongue hungrily lap up and down your soaking cunt, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep your legs apart whilst he feasted on you like you were his last meal. “Oh shit!”

Your hands fisted the sheets on either side of you, your body arching towards his mouth, needing to feel more of him. The moans you let out were loud and shameless, his name passing your lips like a fucking prayer as his lips wrapped around your clit, enjoying the way you squirmed underneath him.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned against your cunt, eyes focused on the way your tits spilled from the top of your dress, the way your back arched of the mattress as his tongue worked against you, the way the snarky comments were nowhere to be seen. “Lemme hear how badly you wanna come.”

“Please,” you breathed out, chest rising and falling quickly as you felt his nose nudging against your clit. “Please, Steve, fuck—please!”

His eyes fell shut as he moaned, listening to your desperate pleas and needy begs as he worked his tongue in and out of you, his hips involuntarily rolling to feel some friction, to get some relief for his hard cock pressing against the tight material of his jeans.

But he forced himself to keep his eyes open. To watch the way you writhed against the mattress when you finally came, the way your lips parted in a silent scream and your hair sprawled around you on the bed like a fucked out angel, so different to the pristine hairdo you had when you first stepped inside the house.

But it wasn’t enough.

It could never be enough because now he got a taste of it—now that he got a taste of you—Steve was insatiable. He wanted more, he wanted as much as he could get. He wanted to see you break.

“Steve,” you sighed out, all whiny and high-pitched, your eyes glossy as you looked down at him, trying to wiggle away when his tongue rolled against your clit. “T-Too much.”

“You wanted to play,” his voice was low and gruff, muffled as he pulled you closer to him. “’s all mine, fair and square.”

“I-I can’t—”

“C’mon, baby, know you can take one more,” Steve murmured, dark eyes catching yours for the brief second before you threw your head back, whining as his tongue lapped against your soaking cunt.

You just looked so pretty it was mesmerising. The way your body shook beneath him as he pinned your hips to the mattress, the way you ground your hips against his face despite babbling it was too much, the way you cried out his name and the way strings of incoherent curses left your lips as he kept going, as he kept eating like a starved man.

“Atta girl,” he murmured with a smug grin on his face, his lips and chin glistening with your release and his hair messy and dishevelled from your fingers clutching onto him like a lifeline as he made you come one, two more times on his tongue.

Your brain felt fuzzy and your body was tired, and yet there was still a need inside you, the same determination rocking through your body from earlier when he sat across from you in that circle. That need that didn’t disappear as he kissed you senseless or finally tore that dress away from your body. That need that didn’t disappear as you fumbled around with his belt buckle and pushed his shirt over his head.

That need that didn’t disappear until his cock was inside you, so deep inside you that you swore you could feel him in your stomach. That need that didn’t disappear as he fucked you like he hated you, his tempo fast and hard and unforgiving. That need that didn’t disappear as you bit down on his shoulders, trying to muffle the moans and screams from the party downstairs, as you swore you saw white stars flashing in your vision.

That need that disappeared when your body was drained and exhausted, when you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything else other that the soft kisses left on your stomach as he cleaned you up before he settled on the bed beside you, tugging your body against his and not letting you go.

But the sweet taste of regret was bitter when you woke up the next morning.

Your mouth was dry and your tongue felt like sandpaper, there was a distant and uncomfortable thumping in the back of your head and you felt as though you had been run over by a bus and backed up on again.

The light coming through the open curtains made you wince as you slowly sat up, the sheet falling to your waist and the cold, morning air feeling crisp and chilly against your naked body. You pressed the heels of your palms against your eyes, letting your brain slowly piece together the events of the night before.

And then you heard a soft groan, an arm around your waist trying to tug you closer.

Your eyes snapped open as you glanced down at the sleeping body of Steve in the bed beside you. The sheet drawn down enough for you to see the scratches on his back and hickeys on his shoulders. His hair was a mess and his lips were parted as soft, sleepy sighs left his lips. But his arm around you was solid and consoling in a way, and it made your stomach turn.

It was a stupid idea to have even agreed with your friends to go to the party, and it was even stupider to let yourself get drunk and sloppy. It was also probably incredibly shitty to leave as quickly as you came, throwing on whatever clothes you could find and bolting from the frat house before you could even care about his friends who watched your walk of shame from his room to the front door, heels in hand and regret on your face.

You didn’t want to stay for the aftermath, to face the consequences of Steve Harrington just yet. In fact, you were quite happy to ignore it whilst you washed away the sour taste of your mistakes with greasy diner food and a bottle of painkillers.

But Steve Harrington was insatiable. He got what he wanted when he wanted it. There was no way in hell he was letting you run off in the morning without another word. And there was no way in hell he was letting you go until he got another taste.

You were his deal with the devil and that just tempted him even more.

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chelseeebe · 2 years

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angel. | part 2 to two time.

summary: you and steve have been in this situationship for too long now. is it worth ruining what you've got for the sake of an official relationship? read two time (part one). oh my actual fuck, i normally despise reading back anything i've written but i can't stop re-reading this. it's a part two to two time but really could be read on it's own :) i also imagined readers room as my first year uni halls and i know it's different in america but it just would not work lol

fratboy!steve makes me crazy, idk what it is

your head is leaning in your hand, ever so slowly your eyes droop and it becomes too heavy to hold up.

‘hey! don’t you fall asleep on me now,’ steve bangs his palm on the table, jolting you awake.

‘steveee.. it’s..,’ you tap your phone screen, ‘three am! please can we just finish in the morning, i’m so tired,’ you pout, you were helping him finish his project. which, by the way, he had only started at six the night before. it was due at eleven the next morning.

‘do you want me to fail? i’ll have to move back home and then you’ll never ever see me again,’ he crosses his arms and tilts his head, just like a little puppy dog.

‘maybe you should’ve started earlier instead of partying so much, hmm?’ you imitate him, crossing your arms across your chest and tilting your head in the opposite direction.

‘well if someone wasn’t so obsessed with me, always begging me to hang out, then maybe i would’ve started earlier,’ he shrugs. lying through his teeth, he could’ve had a year to get this done and he still would’ve been sat here hours before the deadline.

‘hey, i would never beg you, i’m better than that,’ you wink at him. his golden eyes creasing into a smile, all you had to do was call and he was already halfway to your dorm. hell, he virtually lived there.

‘how much have you got left?’ you lean over and glance at his papers, to be absolutely fair to the boy, he was a pro at cramming.

‘i still need to finish the conclusion and sort out my references, but i need you to help me with that,’ try as he might, he had still never figured out how to academically reference his sources. meaning the task always fell on you.

‘okay.. so if i set an alarm for.. say seven, that gives you enough time to finish your conclusion and me enough time to do all your referencing, sound good?’ you pout again, this time extending your bottom lip out further. you knew that’d convince him.

he sighs but his smile is evident, ‘fine, but i’m setting the alarm, i know what you’re like,’ he stands up gathering the collection of papers spread across the desk and places them inside his bag.

‘yay!’ you stand up, grabbing your bag from the floor.

‘if i fail, you will pay,’ he saunters up behind you.

‘oooh no i’m sooo scared, whatever will i do!’ you sarcastically quip back with a giggle.

‘right, i’ve had enough of your lip,’ and with that he grabs your waist, lifting your body up and over his shoulder, smacking your ass rather hard.

you respond with a shriek, the other students late-night studying roll their eyes. you’d both been distracting them all night, relieved that you were finally leaving.

he carries you in this position all the way back to your room across campus. dropping you onto your bed with a suspicious sounding crack.

‘you fucking idiot, you broke my bed!’ you roll off of said bed and strip down to your underwear, reaching for one of steve’s extra large t-shirts.

‘well, we both knew that was gonna happen one day, honestly surprised it’s not happened sooner,’ he chuckles, peeling off his sweater.

the sight still made you bite your lip, he was seriously sexy and you’d never get over it.

‘and technically, it was your body that broke the bed, i just put you down,’ he holds his hands up in innocence.

‘threw me down, but okay babe,’ you climb into the bed, moving over to leave space for him. he follows you, pulling the duvet over you both.

you roll over onto your front, slinging your leg over his as his arm wraps across your back.

‘yeah, yeah.. goodnight,’ he plants a kiss to the top of your head, pulling you in closer to him.

‘alarm?’

‘shit,’ he groans, reaching for his phone, rushing to set the alarm.

‘and you didn’t trust me to do it,’ you scoff, your hand resting on his chest.

‘fuck off, go to sleep,’ he sets his phone down, finding your waist once again. you can’t help but smile at the boy.

you wake up to the blaring sound of steve’s phone alarm. your groggy groan vibrates on his chest.

‘shit, i’ve still got so much to do,’ his arms holding you tighter. you loved his morning voice, it was so gruff and husky. it honestly just reminded you of when he fucked the shit out of you on those early mornings you both had classes, his voice still deep with sleep.

‘get up now, before i fall back asleep and you won’t be able to move,’ you move your leg off of him, he shudders slightly as your thigh brushes over his semi-erect cock.

you’d give anything to just mount him and ride his cock until you were crying out. but, you knew he genuinely could not fail this class, or he’d lose his scholarship and have to move all the way back across the country.

he kisses your lips as he gets out of the bed, your hands wrap around his neck instinctively, kissing him with pure lust, keeping him bent down over you.

‘don’t do this to me,’ he mumbles, internally deciding if fucking you into the mattress right this moment was worth the fail.

you let go, a smirk plastered across your face, ‘sorry, go and finish and i’ll be here.’

he collapses into your desk chair with a sigh, pulling the papers out of his bag and spreading them across your already messy desk.

not only did he have to finish this project, he now had to do it a raging boner and with you lying there in his shirt, only 2 feet away.

‘you bitch, i thought you were menna help me?’ you were already dropping back off to sleep.

‘oh, i am, just give me five minutes and i’ll be there..’ you mumble, sleep already preoccupying your mind.

he lets you sleep, god knows he'd pay for it later when you were moody and quite frankly mean to him.

he reaches for his phone, opening up snapchat and facing his phone towards your sleeping body. the blanket pulled up to your chin, messy hair framing your face.

it was one of the few times he got to see you so peaceful and quiet.

'sleeping beauty' he captions it, debating whether to post the picture and piss you off or to keep it for his own collection of candid pics of you. he settles for posting it to his private story.

it was now nine, and he was now bored of doing this on his own, watching you sleep peacefully next to him. he leans over and shakes your shoulder lightly, 'wakey wakey, time to get your ass up.'

'no,' you grumble, 'five more minutes mom,' your eyes open to peer over at him, a smile erupting on your face.

'i'm okay with daddy, but mom is just fucking weird,' he's gripping onto your hand, trying to pull you out of your duvet cave. you chuckle at his words, gripping onto the bed as to not slip out.

'i'm bored and i need your help, so get up,' he juts out his bottom lip and softens his eyes, how could you say no?

'you woke me up because you were bored? err you're such a simp,' you stand up, pulling his oversized shirt down over your thighs.

'only for you,' he grabs your waist, pulling you into his chest, 'anyway, can you do my references pleaseee,' you sit down onto his knee and glimpse at the stack of papers on your desk.

'sweet, are you all finished then?' you grab his pen and grab the scribbled list of books he'd used.

'all done, just need you to do this and then i can go and hand it in,' he presses his cheek to your back, arms wrapped around your waist. you'd probably jump off of a cliff if he asked like this.

you sit and copy out his list, just much neater and in the correct format. you'd taught him to always make you a list with the information you needed so you could rearrange it and make it presentable for him.

you finish and tuck the sheets of paper at the bottom of the pile, standing up off of his lap.

'it's half ten, get changed and run,' you walk to your en-suite, wetting your toothbrush, 'oh and sort out that disgusting morning breath.'

he follows you into the bathroom, copying your actions on his own toothbrush, he'd bought it especially for your room.

you spit the minty foam into the sink just as steve gags as he brushes back teeth, 'pussy,' replacing the toothbrush to its rightful place.

he spits, 'just because you don't gag, whore,' putting his toothbrush back right next to yours, smacking your bare ass as you exit the bathroom.

'you're gonna be late, and then you'll fail and then you'll never get to bully me again,' you smirk, holding his sweater out to him.

he takes it from your hand, pulling it over his head, 'i'm going, i'm going!' slipping on his jeans and shoving the papers into his bag.

you pout your lips, making a kissing sound.

he plants a kiss to your lips and practically sprints out of the door.

'steve, you need to hurry the fuck up,' you brush out your curls with your fingers, bouncing them around your shoulders.

you look into his oddly stained mirror, readjusting the white feathery wings on your back.

'i'm ready.. i was just admiring how fucking good you look,' you spin around to face him, a shy smile creeps to your face. he's complimented you countless times but it still made you blush every single time.

'well thank you darling,' you siddle over to his position on the edge of bed, resting your hands on his shoulders, he places his hands on your hips and looks up.

you could hear the party already thumping downstairs, steve had so very kindly offered to host your birthday party at his frat house. you were hesitant and first, knowing exactly how they usually ended up.

you had practically forced him to wear the corresponding devil costume to your angel outfit.

'it'll be so cute, and it's so accurate,' you pleaded, picking up the red horns. you could've convinced him to wear anything in that white mini skirt, soft thighs adorned with white fishnets.

'mmm,' his hands slide down to your half-exposed behind, tongue peaking out the side of his lips.

'they'll be waiting for us,' squeezing his shoulders.

'i know.. before we go, i've been thinking..' his fingers pressing into your rear.

'oh no, that's never a good thing,' your hands run through the back of his hair, not wanting to mess it up too much.

'shut up, no- i was thinking about you actually,' he smiles at the thought.

'right.. go on,' he was either about to ruin the incredible thing you had going on or was about to gain a girlfriend.

'well, you basically are already but.. d'ya wanna be my girlfriend?' his grip tightens, pulling you in closer to his chest.

you beam down at him, 'jeez, i thought you'd never ask,' kissing his smile with such passion it causes his body to rock back.

'well thank fuck for that,' he murmurs into the kiss.

'y'know i'd never say no to you,' you smirk, had he genuinely believed you'd turn him down? not a chance.

'we actually do have to go now, it being my birthday n'all,' you pull away from him, grabbing his hand from your ass cheek and yanking him to the door.

'sorry, sorry, my boyfriend takes too long to get ready,' your friends squeal as you and steve approach them. the pair of you were basically already married for christ's sake, but they were still just as delighted to hear he'd officially asked you.

the party boomed on, you and steve had lost each other to your respective group of friends. the alcohol beginning to make you slightly, very tipsy.

nelly's 'hot in herre' blared out of the speaker, the music causing your hips to move all on their own, your hands tracing up your body seductively.

steve meets your eye from across the room, adjusting his position on the couch to see you better.

'i wanna take my clothes off,' you mouth over to him, biting on your bottom lip.

'fellas, i'll see you later, yeah?' he slaps his buddy on the back as he walks over to you. their gaze following him, rolling their eyes and laughing when they realised why he ran off.

he's essentially dragging you up the stairs, your feet tripping over each other on the way up.

not wanting to wait any longer to rip those filthy fishnets off of you.

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #steve harrington #fratboy!steve harrington #modern!au #modern!steve harrington #steve harrington fic

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Fratboys collection

Summary: A collection of your favorite fratboys.

Pairings: different pairing in every chapter

Warnings: angst, language, smut, unprotected sex, protected sex, creampie, blowjobs, voyeurism, public sex, scenes of dub-con, degrading, breeding kink, more to be added

A/N: This is a multi-fandom series. None of the stories will be related. Every chapter is a separate story with a different reader. (So far…)

A/N2: I won’t regularly update this series so, please don’t ask me for an update. I will post another chapter after I finished it and in random order.

Please consider the crossed-out stories are not available yet.

Contains: 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 💦 smut // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut

Legend status: ❌ on hiatus // ❗ ongoing // ✔ complete // 🆕 upcoming // 🖊 rewrite

Reader #1: Hole in the bucket & Hole in the bucket (2)

Reader #2: Fratboys forever? masterlist ❗

Reader #3: Shy guy masterlist 🆕

Reader #4: The Jock masterlist 🆕

Roads untraveled TBA

A different kind of exchange student TBA

TBA

Friends only

TBA

More to be added…

Find more special stories/events here: Special Events & Posts Masterlist

#Fratboy collection #fratboy!bucky barnes #fratboy!steve rogers #fratboy!sam wilson #fratboy!dean winchester #fratboy!sam winchester #fratboy!thor odinson #fratboy au #multifandom writer

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sleepisaturn · 2 years

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DOES ANYONE KNOW THAT ONE FUCKBOY STEVE FIC

they slept together on Halloween and reader is dressed as the mc in phantom of the opera or something then she's a virgin and after that Steve starts wearing her purity ring around his pinky finger because she forgot it at his nightstand???????

found the fic its:

she calls me daddy by @hertzwritings!!

#steve rogers x reader #help me find it #help me find a fic #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #fuckboy!steve rogers #playboy!steve rogers #steve rogers x virgin!reader #fratboy!steve rogers #frat!steve rogers #fratboy steve rogers #steve rogers x reader fluff #steve rogers x reader angst #steve rogers #steve rogers one shot

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cael9m · 1 year

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fun fact i have a jackass x one direction dr

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valleyfae · 2 years

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Steve is dragged to “reader’s” concert by the other members and he’s intrigued. Please please please.

I’ve never had anyone write for me ever. And your writings are good good I’ve read almost all of the fics

This isn't that specific, so I don't know if I interpreted it completely wrong, but I still like the idea. I'm thinking more of a college au, reader's in a band, with soft dark fratboy!Steve and, of course, his frat brothers Ari, Bucky, Ransom, and Curtis (I'm exposing my love and slutyness for him hehe)

I can imagine Steve just wanting to have a chill night, drink some beer, and maybe watch some sports after a long week, but one of Ari's friends is playing at a bar in town. Steve thinks it's just another one of the numerous girls that Ari ‘messes around with'.

Steve doesn't put up with any of Ari or any of the guy's bull shit, but when even Bucky is up for it, he finds himself, tall frame leaning against the wall, eyes scanning the crowded bar, taking long swigs of the beer promised by Ransome.

Steve can tell you're nervous. Instantly infatuated by your presents, he makes his way through the sea of people to get a better look at you.

"Told you she was better than the rest of the sluts Ari brings back. Bet you could throw her around like a ragdoll, huh? Ruin her little virgin cunt."

Steve would clench his jaw, teeth gritted, and breath heavy as he listened to Curtis and Bucky’s vulgar remarks. His eyes burn into you, carefully examining your every move, how you’ve started to warm up in front of the unexpected number of people who showed up.

After you finish, he makes sure to get a better look at you in the tight red dress he was looking up the whole time you performed. Maybe even take you back to the frat house if he's made sure to drink all the special drinks he's bought you and fucked you dumb enough not to notice who is carrying you out the bar door.

#fran's mail #dark.fran #fran’s concepts #im sorry if this is the completely opposite direction you were thinking 😭#fratboy!steve rogers

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motherofdogs1010 · 5 months

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Need to Know I (Peter Parker x Reader)

Inspired by Doja Cat's "Need to Know"

Summary: When she was ready to get back out on the dating scene after dumping a certain Winter Soldier, Y/N was a woman ready to get back out there. She just never expected to find herself in a relationship with a certain nerdy spider.

Warnings: older woman/younger man, small age gap, everyone is adult age!, cheater Bucky, fratboy Peter, consensual sex, semi public sex, heavy smut, drinking, swearing, unprotected sex Look at Masterlist for more warnings

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Part 1

TWO MONTHS AGO

Y/N downed the shot of tequila that Tony had passed her, laughing as she felt the burn in her throat and hearing Tony cheering. Say what you want about Tony, but he knew how to party as he had taken them to some nightclub that he bought for shits and giggles.

"Enjoying the burn", Tony teased, Y/N laughed.

"It's the tequila sweats that I hate", she said back.

Standing up from the little VIP booth Tony had rented for them all, Y/N scoped out her surroundings. She saw Nat dragging a bashful Steve to the dance floor, Steve was awkwardly moving around before he finally got the hang of it and began dancing with Nat. Y/N laughed as she watched Steve get down on the dance floor, she spotted Vision (who had his human form on) with Wanda near the bar as Wanda was getting another drink.

"Are you having fun?"

Y/N looked in the direction to see Peter standing there with a grin, Y/N smiled back at him.

"I wondered where you were", Y/N responded, "I always forget your 21."

"My babyface makes it that way", Peter joked.

Y/N had to admit, Peter Parker was a very attractive man, especially right now with his hair gelled back, a white button down that had the sleeves rolled up and dark slacks. Tony said Peter had changed a lot since high school, having managed to join a fraternity in his first year of college; she had only met Peter in the last year so hearing that he was anything but confident before was a little shocking since he walked around like a little mini Tony sometimes.

Peter moved a little closer to her as Tony announced that he was going to join Wanda at the bar.

Sam and Clint were missing, both men having taken some time off to go visit their families, especially for Sam since he wanted to be there for one of his nephew's birthdays.

Although, the person that everyone seemed to ignore that wasn't there was a certain Winter Soldier, but it seemed everyone was on the rocks with the man at the moment. But cheating and immediately bringing around the girl you cheated with will do that, won't it?

Of course that was the main reason behind Tony bringing nearly all of them out to the club was because of her confiding in Tony about being ready to get back out there. She felt no issue confiding in Tony considering how close of friends they were, she was coming out in his upcoming wedding to Pepper in just a few months time.

"It's a cute babyface", Y/N teased, Peter chuckled.

"I'm glad you're having fun", Peter said, "you deserve it."

Y/N smiled as she tugged up the neckline of her red mini dress, the fabric clinging to her large breasts and hips. It was an off the shoulder dress that she chose just for the occasion with long sleeves and paired with some red bottoms that Nat was letting her borrow.

Y/N watched as Peter looked a bit indecisive as if he was second guessing himself before he blurted out, "Would you like to dance?"

"Don't you think you should be dancing with someone your own age?" she teased before Peter snaked a toned arm around her hips.

"Age is just a number, right?" Peter answered with a wink.

Y/N felt surprised, she was older than Peter by 7 years and she wouldn't be an idiot to say she hadn't noticed the younger man's eyes occasionally roaming her figure. But she never thought much of it considering she had been in a relationship with Bucky, but that bridge was burned a lot time ago.

She was here to have fun, dance a little, drink... there was no harm in just a dance, right?

"Alright, Spiderboy", Y/N said, "show me what you got."

Wanna know what it's like (like) Baby, show me what it's like (like) I don't really got no type (type) I just wanna fuck all night

The sound of Doja Cat singing could be heard even in the women's restroom, the door locked in a rush as Peter pressed her harder into said door. Their tongues dancing across one another as she could taste the alcohol on his tongue, Y/N moaned as Peter slotted his knee between her legs, pressing against her wet cunt and beginning to rock her hips against him.

But Peter pulled his knee away and she whimpered, breaking the kiss for a moment before she felt one of his hands trail under her dress, finding her thong.

"You're soaked", Peter teased, she shuddered as Peter ran a finger down her slit. "I bet I could slid right in."

As if that was his cue, Peter slid a finger into her, Y/N let her head fall into Peter's chest as he slowly began to pump his finger in her.

"Don't tease", she moaned as she brought his face down to hers.

What's your size? (Size) Add, subtract, divide ('vide) Daddy don't throw no curves (curves) Hold up, I'm goin' wide (wide) We could just start at ten (ten) Then we can go to five (five) I don't play with my pen (pen) I mean what I write

She connected their lips again as Peter slid another finger into, fingering her harder now as he began to rub her clit in tight circles. Y/N cried out at the sensations as she rocked her hips in time with Peter's movements.

Peter began to trail kisses down her neck as her eyes rolled back into her head, her mouth falling open as pants escaped her mouth.

"Fuck you're beautiful", Peter said as he quickened his fingers. "Come on, Y/N, cum on me."

Y/N felt like she was in the Twilight Zone right now, but fuck it, she was enjoying it with the way Peter was fingering her. She could feel that tight knot building in her as Peter's fingers reached an area in her that made her nearly tear up in pleasure, his fingers practically massaging it as she began to tug on his hair as her toes began to curl.

"P-Peter", she panted, "gonna...cum..."

She saw Peter grin in satisfaction as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She felt breathless and fuzzy as Peter fingered her through it before she whimpered at the overstimulation, which Peter pulled his fingers out.

"Still think I should find someone my own age?" Peter teased, she narrowed her eyes as she panted.

Peter slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked on them.

"I always knew you'd taste sweet", Peter said as she reached for his belt buckle.

Peter brought a hand up, squishing her cheeks together and forcing her lips into a pout; he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips as she successfully managed to get unzip Peter's slacks, slipping her hand inside to begin to tease the younger man in front of her.

"Now, you wanna be a tease?" Peter asked as he began to move her to one of the many sinks in the bathroom.

I just can't help but be sexual (whoa) Tell me your schedule (yeah) I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will) I do what I can to get you off (I will)

Peter had gotten her on the sink, legs spread and her thong stuffed in one of his pockets as he began to rock into her. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt Peter hike up her leg on him higher, sending him into deeper territory and brushing up against her G-spot as he began to rub her clit in time with his rocking.

"P-Peter", she slurred, eyes beginning to water from pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so good", Peter groaned as he gripped the sink below her.

His thrusts becoming rougher as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Might just fuck him with my makeup on (I will) Eat it like I need an apron on (yeah, ay) Eat it 'til I need to change my thong (yeah, ay) We could do it to your favorite song (yeah, ay)

Her makeup was ruined, she was sure of it from the amount of kissing, sweat and tears. Y/N shivered as Peter bite down on a part of her neck, making her clench around her even tighter and causing him to let out more groans of pleasure, his hips slapping into her even rougher.

The sound of skin slapping skin rung in bathroom, echoing off the walls as she brought Peter's face back to her own, smashing their lips together as she squealed when her second orgasm hit her, her legs shaking and back arching.

You're exciting, boy, come find me Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me" Fuck that feeling both us fighting Could he try me? (Yeah) mmm, most likely

She had pushed Peter onto one of the toilets in the bathroom, his dick red and leaking when she had straddled him before sinking down onto him. Y/N shivered as she felt Peter stretching her out again and she knew she was going to be feeling him the next day as she moaned and threw her head back at the delicious stretch his cock gave her cunt again.

Peter gripped her hips before grabbing her ass and smacking it, she pulled her face towards his, connecting their lips as she begun to rock her hips.

Oh, wait, you a fan of the magic? Poof, pussy like an Alakazam (yeah) I heard from a friend of a friend That that dick was a ten out of ten

She could someone knocking on the door, but she could care less right with Peter buried so deep inside her as his hands that gripped her hips so tightly began to help rock her.

Baby, I need to know, mmm

With a groan, Y/N felt her head pounding as an alarm was ringing; she buried her face in her pill-- wait, her pillow was normally soft, not firm and warm.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn that off", someone said in a rough voice.

Opening her eyes quickly, Y/N quickly found that she hadn't made it to her room; the events of last night quickly rushing back to her as she remembered everything.

Looking up, she saw that was indeed in Peter's bed, he was shirtless and his muscles bulging as he reached across to turn off his phone alarm. She could remember now stumbling back to Peter's room for round whatever, she could not remember how many times they had already had sex before they made it to his room.

It was then that she realized she must be back at his fraternity and she groaned inwardly.

But she remember she was lucky she was consistent with her birth control now that she thought about it with the amount of times she let Peter cum in her last night.

Rubbing her eyes as she sat up, Y/N contemplated her life decisions and her mind beginning to try and form some kind of plan of doing the walk of shame when Peter plopped down back into the bed.

"You wanna go get breakfast?"

#peter parker #x reader #female reader #marvel #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #bucky x you #peter parker smut #peter parker series #marvel x reader #marvel x y/n #reader insert #spiderman #plus sized reader #curvy reader #fratboypeter

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rustedhearts · 13 days

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i will scream if he shows up again. he’s everything i want

-🫧

you know I love a new series lollll

would definitely write both longer fics and more blurbs for him!

#rolly!#asks #fratboy!steve harrington

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spring-picnics · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐈

mafia marauder's hc by @horriblehs

what if the marauders where illegal and in love with you? james potter x reader, remus lupin x reader, sirius black x reader

peter parker hc's by @hiraethparkers

being in a relationship with peter parker. mcu!peter parker x reader

and we run by @evermoreal

a rockstar hijacks your ride on their run from the paparazzi. sirius black x reader

dancing queen by @velvetcloxds

tony loves spoiling you, and he has to on your birthday. tony stark x reader

undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

you're on the run away from your past and meet a sweet lumberjack. bucky barnes x reader

shy away by @/velvetcloxds

your first night in the avengers tower. tony stark x reader

right where you left me by @poemsforparker

you never expected that he would fall out of love like this. mcu!peter parker x reader

close to my heart by @peterbenjiparker

friends don't treat each other like this. mcu!peter parker x reader

harmless by @shurisneakers

bucky and a doofenschmirtz reader. bucky barnes x reader

goodbye by @lovelybarnes

enemies to lovers to enemies with bucky barnes. bucky barnes x reader

he's not completely useless by @justkending

"he's not completely useless... he can be used as a bad example." bucky barnes x reader

meeting at the grave by @electrosspidey

you meet a handsome stranger at an old friend's gravestone. mcu!peter parker x reader

a correspondence of obligation by @/pellucid-constellations

you unexpectedly fall for the king you are betrothed too. bucky barnes x reader

those summer nights by @waitimcomingtoo

being a camp counsellor with someone you hate. tom holland x reader

wicked game by @/waitimcomingtoo

he shouldn't have played that game with your heart. tom holland x reader

delicate by @/waitimcomingtoo

getting drunk and tom taking care of you. tom holland x reader

always leaving by @desireav

a slytherin in a relationship with a head gryffindor??? harry potter x reader

ease my mind by @wkemeup

in order to save bucky, you have to break your promise. bucky barnes x reader

the problem by @scandalous-chaos

he thinks he isn't good enough for you. remus lupin x reader

the gold dress by @/scandalous-chaos

you make him jealous. remus lupin x reader

blurb by @luveline

enemies to lovers. remus lupin x reader

pomegranate by @/scandalous-chaos

fake dating. remus lupin x reader

casual dominance with remus by @/evermoreal

being in a relationship with remus lupin. remus lupin x reader

wait for you by @ptergwen

asking mj out. mj x reader

downfall by @eleganthottubfun

nate shouldn't have let his jealousy take over. nate jacobs x reader

'cause i don't want you like a best friend by @/evermoreal

friends to lovers. sirius black x reader

our girl by @beaucherie

you've been distant from sirius and remus, so they confront you. poly!wolfstar x reader

am i interrupting something? by @thehalfbloodedwitch

you and harry have something special; don't let someone in between you. harry potter x reader

imagine being ben gross' academic rival by @land-of-the-fandom

rivals to lovers with a cute, but annoying guy. ben gross x reader

blurb by @mirclealignr

flirting with pietro. pietro maximoff x reader

doting by @/desireav

a fratboy pines over you. james potter x reader

the odds of affection by @/desireav

meeting theo's friends. theodore nott x reader

one last dance by @/velvetcloxds

you didn't take the chance. steve rogers x reader

linger by @totheblood

he was assigned to take care of you. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @natashxromanovf

showing bucky and nat your blog. bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff x reader

misunderstanding by @thebrookemunson

remus thinks you like sirius. remus lupin x reader

you by @cryonme

being theo's home; one that he must protect. theodore nott x reader

blurb by @gracesmusings

a fight with george. george weasley x reader

blurb by @/gracesmusings

fred wants to marry you. fred weasley x reader

blurb by @shespeaksinsongs

pansy shows the boys how to treat you right. pansy parkinson x reader

my heart and soul by @whateveriwant

bucky performs an ultimate act of betrayal. bucky barnes x reader

i lied by @ladyvesuvia

you promised to love each other forever. bucky barnes x reader

revenge is sweet by @t-lostinworlds

fake dating the football captain to get back at your cheating ex. tom holland x reader

happier by @bradtomlovesya

you could be so much happier with him. tom holland x reader

over the love by @peter-parkourwrites

falling for your brother's best friend. bucky barnes x reader

one way or another by @pvarker

rivals to lovers with peter parker. mcu!peter parker x reader

to be real by @softholand

tom holland falls for a singer. tom holland x reader

annotations by @starstruckwillows

reading remus' poetry annotations. remus lupin x reader

i guess i thought it would be harder for you to let me go by @morwap

james thought he would break your heart. he was so wrong. james potter x reader

all consuming, all wanting by @/pvarker

flirting and patching up peter parker. mcu!peter parker x reader

silence in colours by @/lovelybarnes

he's been giving you silent treatment. angst ensues. bucky barnes x reader

i never learned to read your mind by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

exes to lovers. bucky barnes x reader

sneaky by @malum-forev

sam and steve find out about bucky's secret. bucky barnes x reader

love without a lover by @/mirclealignr

you love him, but he will never love you. james potter x reader

diametrically opposed by @/pvarker

two professors who are seemingly rivals are actually hopelessly in love with one another. mcu!peter parker x reader

so far gone by @spideyzgirl

you are no longer a priority in peter's life. mcu!peter parker x reader

drunken posts by @honeymunson

simping over your boyfriend while drunk. tasm!peter parker x reader

candlelight dinner by @/thehalfbloodedwitch

watching harry cook dinner. harry potter x reader

substitute by @/shespeaksinsongs

substituting for your partner's class. draco malfoy x reader

this is who i love by @/velvetcloxds

remus showing you that he loves all of you. remus lupin x reader

zippers by @youlightmeupfinn

best friends to lovers. mcu!peter parker x reader

peter parker headcanons by @parkersmaterialgirl

peter parker headcanons. mcu!peter parker x reader

morning by @/thehalfbloodedwitch

having a nice morning with your boyfriend. ron weasley x reader

be my girl by @/peterbenjiparker

you're peter's girl. mcu!peter parker x reader

lips sealed by @mendesxruel

you find out peter's secret. tasm!peter parker x reader

whole world is gonna know you love me by @/desireav

she doesn't love you. lily evans x reader

looped by @softlybarnes

bucky loses memory of the past few years. bucky barnes x reader

rooftop date with peter parker by @/mendesxruel

a rooftop date with your boyfriend. mcu!peter parker x reader

scripts thrown into the fire by @indouloureux

enemies to lovers with peter. mcu!peter parker x reader

blurb by @/desireav

telling the avengers you're pregnant. avengers x reader

debauched angels (and brazen escapades) by @/indouloureux

a deep and intricate enemies to lovers angsty mini series. mcu!peter parker x reader

my reverie's affinity remains to be you by @indouloureux

you see 10 seconds of your soulmate's life every night. mcu!peter parker x reader

dear mr right by @rednights

getting an anonymous love letter from someone whose handwriting looks similar. mcu!peter parker x reader

@spring-picnics

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holylulusworld · 8 months

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When we were kids

Summary: It’s his turn to wait.

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, past Fratboy!Bucky Barnes x Student!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited feelings, best friends to enemies, jealousy, hopeful ending

A/N: This sequel got inspired by another song from Walking on Cars “When We Were Kids”. Lyrics in Italics taken from the song.

A/N: So, I decided to give this story a sequel. It's necessary to read the first part to understand the story.

<< Part 1 - Waiting on the corner

Yeah, it was better back when we were kids Thought we knew everything, we really did Had no money but so rich Nobody cared about what we did Another fight and another kiss But now it's water under the bridge

Bucky watches you walk away from him with your head held high. You don’t turn around, even though, it takes anything in you to not give in and look over your shoulder.

It took you years to get to this point. Years of yearning, crying, and wailing with pain. The pain Bucky caused because some girl he barely knew, and didn’t even love, was more important.

His shoulders sag, and he sighs deeply. What did he expect to happen? Did he honestly believe you’d forgive him so easily after you left town because of him?

He thinks of better times. Times in which you looked up at him like he was your whole world.

But I still call out for you Yeah, I still call out for you

Ten years ago, months before Bucky met Dot, …

“Doll, it’s spaghetti Friday,” Bucky mutters as you run through the living room, a bunch of noodles in your hands. He’s chasing after you, calling your name.

You giggle and speed up when he gets closer. Dashing toward the middle of the room you almost run Steve over.

“Whoa, watch out, Y/N,” Steve jumps out of your way. “What has gotten into you two!” He yells as Bucky throws a handful of spaghetti your way only to hit Steve right in the face. The pasta drops on his shirt, and he sighs. “What the fuck, Buck!”

“We are having spaghetti Friday,” Bucky says, expecting Steve to understand what he means. The blonde frowns. Bucky and you always come up with crazy new rituals and Steve can’t keep up with all the shit the two of you pull all the time. “Y/N started a fight! She wanted to have farfalle, Steve. Farfalle for spaghetti Friday. That’s a sacrilege, my friend.”

“They look pretty on a plate, Buck. I wanted my plate to look pretty, and they were cheap,” you pout. “Why not try something new?”

“I want spaghetti. They look manly.” Bucky says, making you snort as he defends the spaghetti.

“Yeah. Because they remind you of your dick,” you sass back. With your hands on your hips, you give Bucky the stinky eyes. “You wanna eat dick.”

He chuckles, but his heart flutters as you step closer to put the spaghetti in his hands. “My dick is much thicker, doll. I can prove it.”

“Just tell this to yourself, Buck,” you gently pat his cheek. He hums and drops his eyes to your lips. If only he found the guts to finally tell you how he feels about you. “Now, Steve will decide which noodles we’ll eat. You hit him with pasta after all.”

“Keep me out of your crazy fights,” Steve grunts. He looks down at his brand-new shirt, decorated with spaghetti. I got a hot date, and you just ruined my shirt. Now I gotta change before I pick her up.”

“Sharon again?” You turn your attention toward Steve, making Bucky pout. “So, are you in love Steven Grant Rogers? Is she the one? Can you imagine marrying her?”

Steve’s cheeks turn pink. He clears his throat and tries to not give away he has a huge crush on Sharon. Maybe it’s even more than a crush this time.

“Wrap it before you tap it, Stevie.” You groan at Bucky’s words. “Do you need condoms? I got a whole drawer full of…”

You snap your head toward Bucky to glare at him. “We got it Bucky. You have a lot of condoms because you fuck every girl with a pulse. Stop dragging Steve into your shit. He’s a good guy. Sharon deserves a good guy. We all do.”

Bucky watches you sigh deeply because so far, you didn’t get lucky finding a good guy. And the one you could fall in love with asks every girl out but you.

“Uh-first base,” Steve mumbles. “Sharon wants to take things slow. I’ll wait.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you,” you hug Steve. “I knew you’re a good guy.”

“HEY! I’m a good guy too,” Bucky grunts. He had hoped you’d see more in him than a promiscuous frat boy one day. Now he knows better. Maybe he should give in to Dot’s advances and go on a date with her…

Ooh, tell me what I'm gonna do now 'Cause I feel a little lost without you I'm a little bit lost without you Hear me, hear me out Tell me what I'm gonna do now Because I realize now I need you I'd do anything now to see you

Now, …

Hear me, hear me I still call out for you Yeah, I still call out for you

Bucky walks back into the gymnasium, avoiding everyone but Natasha. He goes straight to her to ask her if she knows where you went to.

“Nat, hey. Do you know Y/N’s hotel?” He asks, hoping to see you again tonight. “Natasha?”

Natasha is tangled in Clint’s arms. She dips her head to glance at Bucky, frowning deeply. “How shall I know? She said something about leaving to clear her mind. I think she left.”

“Where to?” Bucky groans. “I need to know.”

“Ask Wanda, they talked before Y/N left. I was kinda busy with…”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “I got that you were busy sucking the life out of Barton’s tongue.” He looks around the room to find Wanda.

“Who asked you?” Natasha mutters. “Get out of my sight.”

Another consequence, another day And now I'm caught up in a rat race Yeah, no money, just got picked You take me back to when I was free You take me back to a memory To the water under the bridge

Walking around the room Bucky despairs. Wanda is nowhere to be found, you are gone, and Natasha was no help.

What did you say? You want to meet him at your special place. “But when?” He asks himself. “I can’t wait there for hours…”

“Here,” Wanda appears out of nowhere. She hands Bucky a piece of paper. “Y/N told me to give you this.” She sizes Bucky up. “If you hurt her, I’ll castrate you. Don’t believe for one moment I won’t find you, Barnes.”

He takes the piece of paper, feeling his heart speed up once again. Just like it did the moment he laid eyes on you tonight.

Bucky leaves Wanda, and the party behind. He almost runs out of the building and toward his parked car to read your message to him in silence.

After unlocking the car, he jumps into the driver’s seat and unfolds the letter.

“Our special place. Tomorrow. At eight.”

“At eight…” he furrows his brows. “In the morning or evening.” Bucky groans because he’s got no clue if you want to have breakfast or dinner with him. “Doll…you always have been bad with time.”

Almost ten years ago, months before he met Dot, …

“Christ on a cracker, Y/N!” Bucky throws his hands up as you finally walk inside the apartment you share with your grumpy roommate. “Where have you been all day?”

“What?” You didn’t even make it inside the living room before Bucky started to look you all over. “Hey. What’s wrong with you?”

“Yesterday you said that you’ll be back at ten!” He argues and points at the watch on the wall. “It’s fucking ten p.m., Y/N!”

“Yeah, I know. I told you that I’ll be back at that time!”

“You said ten and I believed you mean in the morning,” Bucky releases a shuddery breath. “I was about to call the cops, doll! Never scare me like that again.”

“Oh-I forgot to write a.m. again,” you giggle, but your laughter dies when you watch Bucky. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Buck. I thought you knew I meant ten p.m.”

“I did not and was worried sick! Plus, you forgot your damn phone again! If you leave the apartment, tell me where you are going and when you will be back. And use a.m. and p.m. from now on!”

“Buck,” you wrap Bucky in a hug. “Love you too big grump.” He grins when you hold him tightly. “How can I make things up to you?”

“I’ll decide which movie we will watch tonight.” You’re tired and want to sleep for a week, but Bucky was worried about you. You will stay awake as long as possible and watch a movie with him.

“Deal.”

Half an hour later you are asleep in Bucky’s lap. He runs his hand over your hair, gently patting your head. “Never scare me like that again, doll…”

Now, Bucky’s car…

“Fine. I’ll be there at eight a.m., doll, and wait for you…”

The next morning, your special place, …

I still call out for you Oh, I still call out for you Hear me, hear me I still call out for you 'Cause I feel a little lost without you I'm a little bit lost without you Hear me, hear me It was better back when we were kids

No money, so rich Take me back to a memory To the water under the bridge

Bucky shuffles from one foot to the other. He came here, on time. It’s past ten a.m., and you still haven’t shown up. “Fuck…maybe I got it wrong, and she wanted me to meet her at eight p.m.?”

He gets the piece of paper back out, rereading the few lines you wrote.

Bucky sighs. What if he didn’t get it wrong? What if you won’t show?

“Still waiting, huh?” Steve steps out of his hideout to tease his friend. “Do you think she will show?”

“What are you doing here?” Bucky panics. Last time you were in his shoes and Steve showed up to tell you Bucky won’t come to meet up with you.

“Uh-getting me some coffee,” Steve lies. He and Sharon wanted to find out if you will give his best friend a second chance. The first thing Bucky did was to call Steve and tell him what happened.

“She won’t show, I guess.” Bucky sits down on the sidewalk. He looks at his hands, sighing deeply. “I deserve this, right? I fucked up big time back then. I should’ve told Y/N that I love her. I didn’t even like Dot. She was the worst.”

“How much did you love her?” Steve asks. “Bucky, be honest with me.”

“So much that I forgot to eat and couldn’t sleep when she went on a date. I panicked any time she was running late. One time she was holding my hand while we were watching a slasher movie. I imagined this is how it feels when walk down the aisle together.”

“Hmmm…” you sit down next to Bucky, nodding at Steve as he looks down at you and his friend. “I bet you did dirty things in the showers too, imagining it’s me rubbing your spaghetti dick.”

“Stop with the spaghetti dick! I told you it’s thicker,” Bucky argues. “And farfalle don't count as pasta. It’s…too pretty.”

“That’s the whole point,” you talk back. “They look pretty, and you eat them to feel pretty inside too.”

Bucky snorts at that. “You’re late…like two hours late. Do you even know how to read a watch?”

You shrug. “I thought you should wait a little longer. I waited for much longer, only for you to not show. Now you will buy me breakfast and tea. They still make the best in town. So, I heard.”

Bucky slowly gets up, holding out his hand for you.

He doesn’t know where you go from here. But you showed, and he will be damned if he doesn’t take the chance and tries to win your heart over again…

I still call out for you Oh, I still call out for you Hear me, hear me I still call out for you 'Cause I'm a little bit lost without you I'm a little bit lost without you Hear me, hear me

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