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ramp-it-up · 8 months

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Greater

Pairing: Pilot!Steve Rogers x Publicist! Reader

Word count:~3K

Summary: You let Steve know how you felt about him leaving you hanging.

This is part two to Great.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, angst, secrets, sexual frustration,allusion to dildos, Captain/Sir kink, praise/degradation kink, tight t-shirt and grey sweats on Steve, dirty talk, graphic sloppy oral, make receiving, face slapping. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.

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Steve knew he should have avoided you when he came through the hotel lobby after his run to go back up to the room, but you eating breakfast solo on the terrace made him feel some kind of way. He watched as you gazed out over the Gulf of Genoa, feeling like a heel for leaving you in bed alone, but if he had stayed, you two would still be there.

Having you the way he did last night did not help his heart problem right now. You were taking up too much space in it, and he was afraid that the feeling wasn’t reciprocated. It couldn’t be. It was too soon for you. He’d fallen for you the moment he first saw you, and you didn’t even know when that was.

Your sister Aria, as clueless as she was, told your story: you hadn’t been with a man in a long time. Last night was just dumb luck for Steve, and physical need for you.

Being forced to stay in a space with such close quarters presented him the opportunity to get close to you, but it was disconcerting. He didn’t expect to be able to touch and kiss your most intimate places last night, but giving you pleasure was everything he’d dreamed of and more.

After putting you right to sleep, Steve felt a sense of accomplishment. But as he held you, he felt like a fraud, and soon escaped to go for a run on the beach to clear his head and calm his body.

Steve wanted nothing more than to give you more of the physical, which you clearly wanted. But what you needed was the truth. What he needed was your heart.

He looked down at his watch when he got a notification that Bucky had texted and planned to escape to the room, but when he looked back up, he was caught.

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After you awoke in bed alone, you got out of bed and showered, frustrated. And why wouldn't you be?

Steve gave you the best head of your life last night, didn’t let you return the favor, and then ghosted you. You looked in the mirror and tried to figure out if your pussy was broken or something.

At least Jake appreciated it.

You nodded as you tried to convince yourself that a hunk of latex was sentient.

Aria texted you that she and Topher were staying in their suite today, and to reschedule the yacht ride. Your troubles were forgotten as you once again tried to move heaven and earth for your darling little superstar sister.

Aria’s change of plans, despite being a pain in the ass, was a definite plus. You could spend the day exploring this beautiful town on your own.

You sat on the terrace solo, after trying in vain to obtain another room in the sold out resort. You were torn between pettiness and being a simp for Steve Rogers. The sound of the ocean sent your mind drifting back to the night before, how good Steve’s hands and mouth felt on you. You shivered, and you felt the hair raise on the back of your neck.

You looked around, and finally, behind you, to catch Steve’s eyes, as blue as the Gulf, watching you. You gulped, and before you could stop yourself, waved him over. You saw him blanch, hesitate, but come over. You frowned.

He clearly couldn’t stand you, but you were going to set the record straight.

You weren't going to spend this whole week on pins and needles with him.

No way.

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Steve approached you hesitantly, squaring his shoulders to combat his nerves. He stood before you in military posture, hands behind his back. When you looked him up and down and raised your eyebrow, almost ready for anything, he couldn’t help the smile that began to form on his face.

You were trouble.

You watched Steve approach and your stomach did a somersault. Damn, he was fine. The sweat at the collar of his t-shirt, which was hanging on to his torso for dear life, was some kind of powerful magic. Your panties were about as damp. And when he stopped in front of you, perfect posture, cock so close, well, it took serious willpower to not get down on your knees in front of all these people.

You looked up at his sexy smirk. Damn him. You needed to know what was up.

“Morning, y/n. Did you sleep well?”

You crossed your legs, making his eyes follow the motion, and it was then that he gulped, fantasizing about reaching down and grabbing you up to take you back to bed.

“I slept very well, Steve, but did not wake up that way? Please, sit down. We need to talk.”

The words tumbled out before you had a chance to think, and you frowned.

Steve watched your face as he took a seat. You were not happy. And it was never a good thing when someone said that phrase. He had a feeling he knew exactly the way this conversation was going to go.

“I know what you are going to say, last night was a mistake. And I agree with you.”

“Oh?”

You exhaled as you sat back in your seat. That is not what you were going to say at all, but you were glad that Steve was coming out with what he really felt.

“We were caught up in the moment, jet lag, emotional…and I… I took advantage of that. I’m sorry.”

Steve looked up at the waiter who’d appeared and ordered water. You sipped your mimosa as you watched him, the red creeping up from his neck to his face, his cheeks flushed.

He was being genuine.

And sweet.

Being in the entertainment industry as long as you had, you learned to read people quickly.

“Taking advantage of me would entail making me suck your cock like I wanted to, Captain Rogers. Not you eating me out like a pro. I feel like I took advantage of you?”

Steve’s eyes got wide as he gulped down his water. He coughed.

You watched that tongue dart out and lick those ruby red lips after he caught his breath. Whew, that side smile. You began to take this as a challenge. Steve’s words didn’t match his actions right now, and you were determined to find out why.

His deep voice gave you a clue.

“‘D’you like that?”

The way Steve was looking at you right now was everything. You smiled and leaned forward, noticing how his eyes went to your cleavage. The way his pupils were blown told you more.

You were beginning to change your mind about how Steve Rogers felt about you. He at least wanted your body. You had power.

“Yes, Captain.”

Steve almost moaned. The way you looked, your sultry tone, the fact that you said ‘making you suck his cock.’ He cleared his throat as your words raced around his brain. ‘…like you wanted to…, Captain…’

Fuck, he was screwed.

He straightened up.

“I mean… that wasn’t cool…”

You straightened up as well, jutting your breasts out as if an invitation. Steve shifted in his seat. You were making things hard for him.

“No. No it wasn’t…”

You pouted, thinking of the way he left you hanging.

“Fix that face, y/n.”

Holy hell. That command. He did want you to hit the ground right there. But you had to push back.

“Hmmmm. I guess I’m supposed to say, ‘Yes, Sir,’ Or you’ll spank me like you promised…”

You smiled at him mischievously.

You were such a brat. You had to be stopped. Before he lost control again.

“I didn’t promise that, y/n…”

Steve’s voice was broken and he licked his lips before taking another drink of water.

“Oh? I thought you said that?”

You twirled your finger around the rim of your glass and then dipped two into your drink, placing them into your mouth and slowly pulling them out of those lips. Steve licked his in response

Steve knew what you were doing, but it was long past time to turn back now. Blood was rapidly leading his brain. He grunted unconsciously, determined to stay in control.

“I’m not doing this with you. I need to take a shower.”

Steve got up and stalked toward the elevators, and you sat, steaming, in your seat. You were shaking with emotion. You realized the true source of your frustration. You wanted Steve, you were sharing a room, and you were in a beautiful setting. You didn’t have to be a love match, but why not go for it?

You called the waiter over and asked him to charge your breakfast to the account.

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As soon as the elevator doors closed, Steve wanted to pry them open to run back out to you. But space was the best answer right now. You were amping him up to do something reckless, something that would be irreversible. It was best that he kept his distance.

He entered the room and took off his shirt, going to the bathroom to turn on the water. He shook his head as he thought of you. You were such a menace.

When he turned around, there you were.

The look on Steve’s face was a little scary. You didn’t know if he was angry… or something else.

“....I need to get my…” Your eyes searched the bathroom. “...my lipgloss…”

You walked closer to him then turned toward the vanity and picked up a tube of your Glossbomb, leaning over toward the mirror, smearing a slick shiny across those lips.

Steve’s resolve began to crumble as he inhaled your scent and watched your lips shine. Your words came back to him. He wanted that mouth of yours.

You turned around.

“You didn’t answer my question, Captain.”

“What question was that, Doll?”

Steve moved closer to you, backing you up against the vanity. Your heart beat faster, but you pressed on.

“About the spanking…”

You felt dumb, but in a good way as Steve stared at you, seeing right through you. And then he smirked. He looked you up and down as he leaned forward and caged you in, hands on either side of you on the sink. Steam filled the room and came out of your ears.

“What I said was that I wanted to spank you when you were giving me attitude on the plane. Seems that was warranted. You don’t know when to stop.”

Steve’s voice broke as his breath fanned across your face. His mouth was so, so close to yours.

You sighed, and pouted again.

“I never stop, Captain. So does that make me a bad girl? I thought I was a good girl? It’s what you said last night.”

“I said that was a mistake.”

“What happened last night was a mistake, or saying that I’m a good girl?”

You were quick to reply as you cocked your head at him.

“Y’know, I wasn’t going to say that it was a mistake earlier. You put words in my mouth. That’s not what I want there…”

Steve slid his hand up your arm to your throat, and closed his fingers around it. It was nothing, almost, but enough to show you his power. You whimpered in his grip.

“You are maddening, you know that? You should leave well enough alone…”

You looked him in the eyes. You felt his hard cock against your stomach, even felt it jump as he searched your face and settled on your lips. You decided to try it.

“Let me go, and I’ll leave it alone… Don’t, and well, you can teach me how to be good again…”

Steve’s mind said to let you go, but it was his cock and his heart that made him do what he did next.

He whispered as he moved toward you, brushing the line of your jaw with his fingers. Your head was reeling from the sexy tone as you realized that he’d said, “Teach you a lesson…”

His lips slammed into yours, and his hands roamed your body, laying claim to what he wanted. You moaned as his tongue decimated you, letting him take what he wanted. When you separated, he asked you a question.

“What do you want in your mouth, y/n?”

“I want your cock in my mouth, Captain.”

“That sounds… “

Steve rested his forehead against yours. Your words gave him the image, and he couldn't resist. He cleared his throat again, then his blue eyes captured yours. Steel.

“Go sit on the edge of the bed…”

“Yes, Sir.”

The way he clenched his jaw had your pussy doing the same as you practically skipped to the next room and did as you were told. He was standing right in front of you again, running his palm down his hardness outside of his sweats. Your heart beat with anticipation.

You whined when he reached inside his sweats and pulled it out. It looked so big, so hard, the peach mushroom tip weeping and pretty, but big. You looked up at him with wide eyes.

The way you suddenly looked scared made Steve get even harder.

“You sure this is what you want?”

He was stroking his cock, and using his thumb to lubricate himself. He was restraining himself from touching you, but you didn’t know that, all that you saw was the sexy veins bulging down his arms as he jacked it in front of you.

“Y-yes…”

You reached for it and Steve moved closer, moaning when your small, cool hand closed around his hot throbbing staff. When you started pumping him was when his head started swimming.

“God, Doll…”

Your mouth fell open, those glossy lips a magnet for his cock. He didn’t know if you were leaning towards him, or if he were moving closer to you, but none of that mattered when your lips and tongue made contact.

He hissed at the sensation.

“SSsssss, y/n,”

He looked down at you as you stared up at him. You were entranced, his smell of musk and sweat was intoxicating.

“Those eyes. That mouth. Open. Wider.”

He had a grip on your chin, firmly pulling your jaw down to accommodate him.

As you kept eye contact, you saw a ferality that made you shiver. You wanted that look on you forever. You tried to unhinge your jaw as Steve slid his smooth cock inside your mouth.

He stopped once your mouth was full, but you continued, allowing his access to your throat.

“Ohhhhh. So goood...”

Steve pulled out of your mouth and stuck two fingers in, watching as you licked and sucked them, pumping his wet cock with your hand.

“That mouth. You’re not giving me any sass now, are you?”

He held your chin again and looked you in the eye, lighty slapping your jaw.

You gasped, then smiled and shook your head as you eagerly sucked along the side of his dick.

“No, Sir,” you replied, your mouth full of Steve.

You stuck your tongue out and deep throated him bobbing slowly as you pumped him with your hand.

“Go ahead. Get sloppy with it.”

You spit on his dick as you went to town, going faster when Steve gathered your hair in his hand and moved you at his preferred pace.

“Look at me when you do that.”

Your eyes snapped to his, thighs clenching at his tone.

“Look at you. Are you a slut for this cock already?”

You pulled off with a plop to spit again.

“Yes, Captain.”

And you started glugging him, moving your hand and making Steve’s knees weak.

“Holy Fuck, that’s good. Yessss.”

You smiled at the praise and started jacking him against your outstretched tongue.

“Yes, yes, yessss. Suck the tip again. That fucking mouth.”

You did as you were told, taking him inside and jacking what didn’t fit.

Steve started moaning and pulled your hair so that you looked up at him.

“Stop if you don’t want my cum in your mouth.”

You jacked him even faster.

“I want it, Captain..”

You slapped his cock against your lips and then resumed sucking as Steve grunted and buried his fingers in your hair.

“So… fucking… good… good girl…fuckkk! I’m cumming. Dirty girl. That mouth is so damn good.”

Steve was full of contradictory praise as he held his balls and you jacked his cock fast, allowing your mouth to make the most pornographic sounds around him.

“Oh! Oh shit ohshit oooooh oooohh shitttttt!”

You slowed down when you felt the first spurt against your tongue and you let it fall out of your mouth. Steve was hypnotized as he took his cock and pumped it into your mouth as you swallowed.

“What a dirty little girl. Good girl gone bad. You love this, don’t you?”

You nodded as you swallowed, your eyes tearing as the cum squirted into your throat.

“Fuuuuuucckkkk.”

Steve was profane as he watched you swallow it all and clean him up.

“That was amazing, Doll. Thank you.”

He reached down and traced your swollen lips with his thumb. He knew what you wanted, what you needed next. But there was really no turning back from that.

“I think we’re even now. I’m going to go take that shower.”

Steve turned and went back into the bathroom, leaving you to wonder which was greater, your need or your pride.

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I Want Indiana (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Sequel to 'Indiana Wants Me', featuring Eddie Munson the rockstar

Part 1

WARNING: contains explicit content, please read at your own risk

Words: 7,635

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The bus brakes squealed as they arrived in Indiana. Usually, Eddie would roll out into theatre and numb himself with drugs and alcohol until call time… that’s exactly what he’d done at every other stop on Corroded Coffin’s ‘Hellfire’ World Tour. But today, the thought of sitting backstage, twiddling his thumbs for three hours, made Eddie want to explode. He jumped the last step onto the gravel outside the Indiana Theatre - almost twice as big as where they played last time. He breathed an over-exaggerated sigh and looked to the stage door where everyone else was filtering in.

“I’m… I’m just gonna go for a little breather,” Eddie announced, Gareth and Keith turning back to him. “Too long in the bus,” Eddie lied, giving them a confident smile as they both nodded.

“Be back at 5 for soundcheck,” Keith commanded, and Eddie gave a short nod before turning down the street. Eddie didn’t have anywhere in mind; it seemed even, that his legs were in charge far more than his brain. He stopped outside a video store and lit up his cigarette before taking a few short steps in the door; he knew Steve didn’t live in Indianapolis so it was silly to have expected him, but his face still read disappointed. Eddie walked up to the counter, waiting for the girl behind the desk to turn around before he spoke.

“Do you have a phone book?” He asked gently, trying to keep the cigarette away from the girl who looked no more than 16.

“Oh my- you’re,” she began, looking around, presumably to alert her coworkers. “You’re Eddie Mu-” Eddie rolled his eyes as he cut her off.

“Do. You. Have. A. Phone. Book?” He exaggerated, bringing his closed hands in front of him in frustration, cigarette sticking out between fingers and billowing smoke. Eddie knew he was being rude, but no amount of playing nice with the tabloids was making them change their image of Eddie, so why bother. The girl quickly nodded; she seemed flustered but was still smiling.

“Yes, yeah,” she muttered, reaching down below the counter and pulling out a thick book.

“And a phone I could borrow?” Eddie added before placing the cigarette in his mouth to use both hands on the phonebook. As he was searching, he saw her place the phone beside him; he gave her a curt nod of a thank you before she disappeared from his sight. Eddie scanned the pages: Harrelson, Harrier, Harrigan, Harriman, Harring, Harrington. Eddie smiled as his painted nail ran horizontally to where the number was printed, dialling without hesitancy. He leant against the counter as he waited the few short rings, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

“Hello, Harringt-” Eddie didn’t have time for pleasantries.

“Is this Steve Harrington?” Eddie asked, foot tapping with incessant anxiety.

“This is his father…” The voice was measured and tearse. “May I ask who’s calling?”

“Umm…” Eddie answered without thought, his voice nowhere near as curt as Mr. Harrington’s. He didn’t really entertain the idea of letting this man know he was a controversial rockstar seeking out his son. “No,” he answered finally. “Where is he?” Eddie asked, fingers tapping nervously on the counter with a finished cigarette betwixt them.

“Now, young man; if you think I’m going to speak to you when you-” Eddie clicked the phone back onto the receiver and groaned, turning on his heels and heading towards the door.

“Thank you!” He called to the girl as he pushed the door open, flicking his cigarette butt on the ground and stepping on it as he headed back in the direction of the theatre. Eddie wasn’t exactly sure what had compelled him to try and contact Steve. Sure, he’d spent most days since that night last year thinking about him, but that didn’t mean Steve felt the same. What if Steve wasn’t even coming to the show? What if Robin wasn’t a fan anymore and so he had no reason to come? What if last year meant way more to Eddie - loathe he admit it - than it did to Steve. Eddie could feel his jitters rising again, shaking out his arms as he reached the stage door. He pushed it open with his hip and slipped through to where his band members were warming up. Gareth gestured his head towards the beer and cocaine laid out on the bench top of their dressing room, but Eddie was quick to shake his head. He didn’t need the coke, he was already more amped than he’d ever been before a show; he felt like he was one unpleasant smell away from vomiting, so beer was no good either.

“You good, Ed?” Jeff asked, tuning his guitar as he lounged on the couch. Eddie gave a small nod and weak smile.

“Yeah, just feeling a bit off today,” Eddie mumbled, reaching into his pocket to grab out and light another cigarette, jittery hands holding the lighter to its tip.

“Well, you better get it together, man. You’re the reason we’re here,” Gareth chuckled, reaching for his beer beside him. Eddie gave a tight smile and nodded as he slipped into the bathroom. He sat on the closed toilet, knees against his chest while smoking one cigarette after the other until he was called for soundcheck. Eddie performed their soundcheck with little vibrance, citing wanting to preserve his energy as the reason, but he knew it was because his world was spinning; like he was concussed, and all the wind had been knocked out of him.

They went back to their dressing room and Eddie lit up again, sitting on the bench and staring off into space. You need to get over it, man. He scolded him. He’ll be here. And even if not, there’ll be plenty of pretty boys in that audience. He mentally lamented, trying to will himself into believing the facade. Eddie looked out the window of the dressing room, seeing the line of people waiting to get in wrapped around the building. He did a quick scan for golden locks before turning back to his cigarette, eyes focusing on his scuffed shoes while he waited.

“20 minutes, Ed,” Jeff mumbled, giving Eddie a soft nudge like he knew the frontman needed to be dealt with gently. Eddie glanced up at him with hazy eyes and nodded, stubbing out the cigarette that he hadn’t exhaled in several minutes. He grabbed his show clothes, gave his hair a few tosses and smoked another 2 cigarettes before taking his place side stage.

He’ll be here. And even if not, there’ll be plenty of pretty boys in that audience. He reminded himself as their entrance track boomed and the crowd went wild.

Eddie would be lying out of his ass if he said that was the best show he’d given. He, honestly, was doing his best, but he spent most of the show peering into the audience in search of Steve - all to no avail. By 8:30, he had started to consider a few of the men in the front few rows: one tall with sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, piercing even from his position on stage; the other shorter, gorgeously buff with tan skin and tattoos. It wouldn’t be the first time Eddie had taken a pair home, but something about crouching before them like he had to Steve a year earlier, made him want to retch off the side of the stage. Instead, as Gareth played his drum solo, Eddie simply bopped and jumped along, smiling at his drummer and friend. They finished their night with an encore, Eddie pulling the pin on the second, ending the night with a rather uninspired ‘thank you Indianapolis’ before he turned and walked off stage.

Once the audience had cleared out, Eddie returned back to the stage to help the roadies - not like he had anything better to do. He wrapped a lead around his forearm to pack it away and stared into the uninhabited audience, deciding it may as well have been empty tonight. He was almost done with his leads and amp when he saw light shine through the stage door and heard a commotion.

“We do know Eddie Munson,” the voice said, bothered. Eddie almost swore it was familiar, but didn’t want to get already stepped on hopes, crushed.

“Sure, kid; that’s what they all say,” the roadie replied, a chuckle in his voice having heard every attempt in the book. Eddie stood up and decided to inch a little closer, even if just to give the desperate kids at the door a smile and tell them to move along.

“I knew Steve was lying. Of course, he doesn’t know Eddie Munson.” Steve? Eddie was smiling as he practically tiptoed behind the roadie, hidden from the view of the outsiders. Steve had turned to face the boy who had quipped at him; he was shorter than Steve, with dark skin and hair extending high above his head.

“Hey,” Steve said with a raised hand. “I do - this guy is just being difficult,” he sassed back. Eddie smiled widely at him, watching Steve’s face, disgruntled and trying to fight his case, hands on hips with one cocked.

Eddie decided he couldn’t wait any longer and stepped out from behind the roadie and into view.

“It’s okay,” he announced, moving to push the door open wider while trying to hide his ear-to-ear grin. “They’re friends,” he smirked, eyeing them all as he gestured them inside with a flourished hand. Steve remembered it like it was yesterday.

~~~

Eddie wanted to jump Steve. He wanted to rip his clothes off and have him on the grimy backstage floor of the theatre. But, Eddie could see several of his companions were most certainly children and added to Eddie’s long list of moral no-nos, was exposing himself to minors.

“Hey, guys,” Eddie smiled. He wanted to at least hug Steve, but he didn’t trust his self-control… or his tight jeans’ ability to conceal. “Thanks so much for coming,” he added, eyeing his shirt on the body of a tall and vibrant girl. “You must be Robin,” he grinned widely, stepping closer to her to pull her into a hug. They pulled apart and Eddie could have sworn her smile grew ten times. “You liked the shirt?” he queried, but given it was draped over her body, he thought he knew the answer.

“Yeah! So cool; thank you so much,” Robin replied excitedly, Steve himself smiling at their interaction. Steve neglected to mention to either of them that he didn’t give it to Robin until three days after they got back to Hawkins, wanting to gift it only once he had leeched all of Eddie’s scent out of it. “Dustin was so jealous,” Robin quipped, gesturing to Dustin behind her. Eddie looked at the smaller boy, staring at Eddie like he’d hung the stars. Eddie took a step closer to him and placed a friendly hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, dude. I got you,” he whispered as he sauntered off to his kit, all of his band members looking at him from their position next to his bags.

“Dude, you have gone soft,” Jeff teased, causing Eddie to flip him the bird as he pulled his guitar pick out of his bag, customised with their ‘Hellfire Tour’ art. He returned to Dustin with a bounce in his step.

“Here you go, man,” Eddie smiled, pulling the cap off a marker with his teeth and scrawling ‘EM’ onto the pick. It was not lost on Eddie how Steve’s eyes were glued to his tongue, flicking against the cap in his mouth. If Steve Harrington wanted a show, then Eddie Munson would give him one. Eddie pulled off his shirt, their merch t-shirt that he had cut the sleeves off of and cropped, and held both things out to Dustin. The boy was nothing short of enamoured. Steve’s eyes lingered on Eddie’s tatted torso for just a touch too long; but to be fair, everyone's did. “Well,” Eddie grinned, clapping his hands. “Let me go chuck a shirt on and I’ll give you guys a tour,” he said genuinely before disappearing into the dressing room.

Eddie took Steve’s friends, who he’d now learnt were Robin, Dustin, Lucas, Mike and Max, around the theatre for a tour. Eddie had dropped Steve off with his bandmates, for a reason the younger man wasn’t entirely sure. He sat on the dressing room couch, nonetheless, the rest of the band packed up and waiting for their cars to arrive.

“You want a smoke?” Gareth asked, moving to sit beside Steve. Steve took the cigarette without answering and allowed Gareth to light it.

“Thanks,” he whispered before taking a long drag and blowing smoke into the air. It was at this point that Steve really started to question why he hadn’t been brought on Eddie’s little tour; was Eddie not happy to see him? Steve had done as he was told and bought tickets… but maybe Eddie had moved on… maybe Eddie said that to all his conquests. He took another drag and looked over to see it was only him and Gareth left in the dressing room.

“Y’know,” Gareth began, smoke coming from his nose as he spoke. “Eddie stopped getting flirty and dirty back in Oklahoma… that was 6 cities ago,” Gareth said with a small smirk as he brought his cigarette back to his lips. Steve didn’t respond; he didn’t really understand the rockstar lifestyle, but he knew he’d had sex a grand total of eight times since he’d been with Eddie, so 2 weeks of celibacy seemed rather uneventful to him. “We weren’t even gonna come back to Indiana, but… he fought really fucking hard,” Gareth added, rolling his eyes and laughing as he recalled

”We sell twice as many tickets in Chicago!” Jeff yelled. Eddie slammed his hand on the table about to yell back when Jeff cut him off. “Ed - we do three shows in Illinois and scrap Indiana and Kentucky, and we’ll make three times as much money for half the work.”

“No,” Eddie said, dark and finite. “We’re playing Indiana… or I’m not playing at all,” he threatened.

Steve and Gareth’s eyes met in a moment of sincerity.

“You must be something pretty special, Steve Harrington,” he chuckled through a smile before pushing himself off the couch and following his bandmates outside. Steve watched as Gareth walked away, feeling somewhat as if he’d stolen a piece of information that wasn’t his to have.

~~~

Eddie bid Steve’s friends thankful goodbyes, hugging them all and reminding them how grateful he was that they came. When it came time to part ways, Eddie was dancing around asking Steve not to go with his pals.

“Uhh well…” Eddie finally mumbled, hand running over his neck as he looked at the Indiana natives in front of him.

“We’re gonna get going,” Robin announced with a tentative smile. “We’ll see you later, Steve,” she added, eyes flicking between Steve and Eddie, who both seemed to release bated breaths. “We’re heading home at like 11 tomorrow - don’t be late,” she scolded before she and the kids turned back towards the stage door and disappeared, leaving Steve and Eddie alone.

“Ready to go?” Eddie whispered, head cast to the floor but eyes looking up at Steve through lashes.

“Ready as ever, rockstar,” Steve grinned widely.

~~~

Eddie slammed the hotel door with excitement he wouldn’t verbally express. Steve had already removed his jacket and was working on his shirt when he glanced at Eddie, unmoving and staring at the younger boy.

“Don’t stop,” Eddie whispered, eyes raking over Steve like Eddie knew that’s where his next meal was coming from. Steve obliged, lifting the hem of his shirt slowly over his head, knowing it would drive Eddie crazy to wait for even a second longer. Steve discarded his shirt and inched a few steps closer to Eddie, with a clenched jaw and white knuckle grip on his own rings. “What are you moving further away from the bed for?” Eddie queried softly, his voice thick and steamy.

“Need you to come with me,” Steve whispered back instantly, and Eddie was surprised he didn’t break a tooth with how quickly he crashed his lips into Steve’s. The room was silent, bar the sound of them breathing against each other and shuffling on the worn-out carpet. Steve’s cold fingers pressed against Eddie’s stomach as he fiddled with his shirt, causing the older man to gasp at the feeling. Steve chuckled into Eddie’s mouth. “Sorry,” whispered, tongue moving to explore Eddie’s after he pulled the rockstar’s shirt off. The pair travelled slowly to the edge of the bed, their deprived breaths becoming peppered moans as Eddie pushed Steve backwards into a seated position. Their kiss was broken for a moment, and Eddie wasted no time crawling on Steve’s lap to reconnect their lips. Steve’s hand travelled to Eddie’s crotch, feeling it strain against his tight jeans. “Why are you still wearing pants?” Steve questioned; Eddie stood back up in an instant to remove the rest of his clothes. Steve did the same, lifting his hips to take off his pants and underwear before Eddie found his place back on Steve’s lap, their erections pressed against each other. Their lips met each other again as Eddie began to grind himself against Steve, both men mewling at the sensation. Steve disconnected their lips, clammy forehead falling against Eddie’s shoulder as he tried not to burst like a high schooler. Eddie took the opportunity to sprinkle Steve with kisses, from his neck to his shoulder, leaving little marks to match his freckles. Eddie was bouncing a little too vigorously for Steve’s already dazed brain. “Eddie, you gotta stop… I’m already…” he whispered breathing, hands on Eddie’s hips to try and still the rockstar.

“It’s okay,” Eddie assured against Steve’s neck before leaning Steve back to allow access to his nipples. “We’ve got all night,” he added, tongue lapping at the sensitive, hairy skin. Steve’s head was thrown backwards as the hand not holding Eddie up moved to where their cocks rutted against each other. Eddie’s hand ran up and down their lengths, making a point to reach the tip of where Steve’s sat taller than his own. He ran his calloused thumb over Steve’s head, and he could have sworn the younger man sobbed. “You okay, Stevie?” he queried with a smirk. “If it’s too much, I’ll stop,” he grinned. Eddie liked how brash Steve was, but he liked being in control a lot more; Steve Harrington at his mercy was too pretty a sight, after all.

“Don’t you dare,” Steve replied breathlessly between moans, the arms that were holding him up shaking. Eddie’s hand clasped them both once again, jerking harmoniously with his own grinding; Steve couldn’t help it as he dropped to his elbows, lifting his head and eyeing Eddie.

“I missed you, Stevie,” Eddie smirked; it was said luridly, but Eddie knew he meant it genuinely. Steve nodded furiously, eyes screwed shut as the younger man whined with vulgarity. Steve began to buck his hips and Eddie tipped his own head back as he felt their balls convene. He jerked them off faster, both men moaning with heads towards the ceiling, trying to match each others’ rhythms, but too aroused to succeed. “Oh, keep going, Steve,” he muttered, Steve himself speaking aroused nothings into the air. It only took a few collective pumps, thrusts and grinds for both men to be spilling all over Eddie’s hand, Eddie not stopping his motions until they had both reached the end of their climax. Eddie wiped his hand on the bedspread beside him and then found comfort resting his torso against Steve’s. “I really did miss you,” Eddie reiterated, his words a little more vulnerable than Eddie would have admitted to, had he not been coming down from such a high. Steve gave him a wide smile and nodded slightly as Eddie reached for and lit a cigarette from the nightstand

“Yeah,” he replied, hand reaching up to move sweaty locks from in front of Eddie’s face. “I missed you too,” Steve whispered, but something about it felt wrong, knowing what Gareth had told him. He took the cigarette from Eddie, turning his head away when he blew out puffs of smoke.

“Called looking for you when we got into Indiana,” Eddie whispered; another admission. Steve’s face quirked and he couldn’t help but smile. “Got your old man instead, and no offence, but he’s a bit of a prick,” Eddie chuckled, wary he might be insulting someone Steve deeply cared about. Steve just nodded, eyes rolling backwards slightly. The silence permeated for a few minutes as they shared a cigarette, the act just immoral enough to have Eddie inching back to aroused.

“Wait, you called looking for me?” Steve coughed through too large of an inhale. Eddie nodded a little more innocently than his rockstar persona suggested.

“Yeah,” he replied offhandedly. “Wanted to know if you were coming… could’ve gotten you backstage passes or something, so that someone didn’t have to fight a roadie at the back door,” Eddie chuckled, giving Steve’s chest a few flippant pokes. Steve laughed in response and handed the cigarette back to Eddie before lying his head back on the mattress with hands behind his head and releasing a contented sigh. Eddie finished the cigarette and stubbed it out before finding his own comfort resting on Steve’s sweaty chest. Eddie drew gentle patterns through Steve’s chest hair as the pair stared serenely at the coffered ceiling. “What do you wanna do tonight, Stevie?” Eddie asked, his voice lazy and satisfied. Steve responded with a contemplative hum, hand moving down to card through Eddie’s locks as he thought.

“I don’t mind… last time was pretty great,” Steve mumbled; he sounded hazy and Eddie imagined his eyes were closed. “Maybe, I could fuck you this time,” Steve muttered, and Eddie hated how his body perceptively tensed up, Steve’s hand stilling in the older man’s hair.

“Uh, umm… I don’t really do that,” Eddie whispered, eyes closed and jaw tight to shut out the embarrassment that was rising in his belly.

“Oh, okay.” The way Steve’s fingers immediately went back to combing through Eddie’s hair and he responded so easily, made Eddie lean into the other man’s touch. Eddie had never had a sexual experience that left space for conversations like the one he and Steve were having; he’d never felt so calmly secure. Steve glanced down at Eddie with a furrowed brow. “Maybe… could I try…” Steve was slow to work the words out. “You know last time when you had me… bent over…” The younger man was clearly flustered - in more ways than one. Eddie could feel Steve’s member growing against his stomach, and he’d be damned if the feeling alone wasn’t euphoric.

“You wanna eat me out?” Eddie queried, looking up at Steve with pleasant surprise.

“I wanna try,” Steve rephrased. “I’ve never done it before,” he added. The pair were smiling at each other; it was sexually charged for certain, but their gaze seemed to be punctuated with something a bystander might call fondness.

“That’s okay,” Eddie assured, peeling himself from Steve and moving to lie beside him. “Let’s give it a go,” Eddie chuckled as Steve rolled to be on top.

“So,” Steve began, his eyes begging Eddie for guidance as he slide further down south, Eddie spreading his legs a little devilishly.

“You ever been with a woman, Steve?” Eddie smirked lifting himself onto his elbows and eyeing Steve like he knew a dirty secret. Steve nodded falteringly, nimble hands running over Eddie’s inner thighs like he couldn’t help himself. “Well, I’m not a woman,” Eddie announced, his voice a crossroads between genuinity and jesting; Steve gave him a confused smirk. “But we’re cut from the same cloth, you know?” Eddie quipped, causing both men to break into laughter. Eddie shook his head as if expelling the witticism from himself. “But seriously Steve, just do what feels right - what feels comfortable for you. I promise I’m gonna like it no matter what,” Eddie smirked, giving Steve a wink as he eyed the way the taller man’s hand caressed the very corner of his thigh. Steve gave a slightly shaky nod and settled himself on his stomach between Eddie’s thighs. He started by peppering kisses, sucking marks onto Eddie’s thighs and tracing one of his upper-leg tattoos with his tongue. Eddie watched Steve with a doting smile; Steve, as his confidence grew, inched closer and closer to Eddie’s behind. Eddie let out an almost inaudible hum as Steve’s breath ghosted over his hole. Steve looked up at Eddie one more time, shuffling himself a little closer and hooking his arms around Eddie’s legs, so his fingertips were splayed on the rockstar’s stomach. Eddie gave him a reassuring smile and placed one hand over Steve’s.

Steve pressed his tongue against Eddie, moving his tongue up and back down, his eyes shut tight in focus. Eddie immediately threw his head back, making sure his moans were a little louder than usual - he wanted to be sure Steve knew he was doing a good job. Steve’s grip steadied on Eddie’s stomach, fingertips indenting amongst his snail trail. His tongue circled Eddie’s hole and he felt the older man’s stomach tighten with pleasure.

“It’s so good, Steve. It’s so, so good,” Eddie whispered raspily. “You’re doing so amazing,” he added, wriggling under Steve’s pleasurable touch. Steve continued with praise-induced fervour, tongue lapping at Eddie’s hole like he was back at his old job at the ice cream parlour. Steve laid his flat tongue against Eddie, swiping up to his family jewels. Eddie’s whole body jerked with pleasure, only held in place by Steve’s iron grip. “You can…” Eddie muttered breathlessly. “You can, put your tongue… like, in me if you want,” Eddie offered. “You don’t have to,” he added quickly, but Steve had already obliged. He pressed his tongue against the tight muscle, the constriction causing momentary pressure. Steve, as if he was far more experienced than he was, ran calming hands over Eddie’s stomach as he pressed into him. Eddie let out a whimper so much more delicate than the rockstar’s exterior before both of his hands moved to grip the sheets. “Oh my god, Steve,” he moaned, loud and uninhibited. “It’s amazing, you’re amazing. You’re doing so good, Stevie. So good, babe. I’m so proud of you. Please don’t stop,” Eddie rambled, ringed knuckles fisting the polyester sheets. Steve was still tonguing Eddie with intensity, but his fingers had moved to run tender circles over Eddie’s side; attempting to convey words that he wasn’t able to speak. Even if it was just some sleazy bedtime act, Steve couldn’t help but feel watery; proud wasn’t something he made people very often…

A swift hand came just moments later and pulled Steve away from his focused position between Eddie’s legs. Steve was briefly worried he’d done something wrong, but that quickly dissipated when he saw the toothy smile on Eddie’s oversexed face.

“I wanna fuck you,” Eddie whispered before pulling Steve up to connect their lips. Steve nodded into their kiss, moving onto all fours once they broke apart. Eddie scrambled to his knees and looked at Steve’s gorgeous behind with furrowed brows. Eddie had committed to memory Steve’s face from last year - eyes screwed tight and mouth agape, hair tousled and face the most perfect shade of red. It had gotten him off many a time since then, so be damned if he wasn’t going to get to relive it. “Baby, roll over,” Eddie whispered gently, hands on Steve’s hips. “I wanna look at you.” He wanted so badly for his words to sound impish and sultry, but instead, they were delicate and generous - Steve didn’t seem to mind though, agreeable as he moved to rest against the pillows.

Eddie moved between Steve’s legs, leaning down to kiss him like he was exactly what Eddie was craving. Steve kissed back just as strong, hand trailing down Eddie’s body and around to fondle his behind. Eddie moaned into their kiss, unable to stop himself from rutting into Steve like a horny teenager. Eddie pulled away and turned his head towards his discarded jacket.

“I gotta go get the lube,” Eddie whispered, not ceasing to grind into Steve. Steve let out a whine that Eddie didn’t think the younger man meant to be audible before reaching for Eddie’s hands and placing two fingers obscenely far in his mouth, tongue toying with thick rings. Eddie’s breath stuttered, and he felt himself twitch against Steve. “Oh my…” Eddie mumbled, his throaty moan turning into a pleasured smile. Steve sucked on Eddie’s fingers, collecting saliva and allowing it to lubricate his skilful digits. Steve pulled Eddie’s hand away, a string of spit coming away from his mouth as Steve directed the hand between his legs. “You are filthy, Steve Harrington,” Eddie smirked, wet fingers running over Steve’s hole.

“Treat me like it,” Steve whispered, and Eddie has to blink his brain into clarity, just to be sure he heard him right. Eddie wasted no time giving Steve what he wanted, a finger sliding comfortably into the younger man. This was the second time since they’d met that Eddie had been surprised at how easy Steve opened up for him. Eddie had three fingers working their way in and out of Steve, the man beneath him sweaty and breathless. “Now,” he groaned, a tight grip on Eddie’s forearm.

“I gotta go get lube,” Eddie whispered, broken but gentle; he tried to move away but Steve didn’t allow him to budge.

“It’s fine,” Steve whimpered and Eddie gave him a look of concern - not that it mattered, his eyes were screwed shut. Eddie grimaced at the thought; sure, at this point he was so hard he was leaking, but most of Steve’s saliva was long gone. He watched as Steve cracked an eye open, only to be met with Eddie’s unsure face. “It’s fine, Ed,” he repeated, his voice brimming with want. “Spit on me,” Steve muffled, metaphorically knocking the wind out of Eddie for the second time in five minutes. Eddie would never hurt Steve, and he knew that if it got too much, he’d stop. He hoisted Steve’s leg up onto his shoulder, and this alone had Steve moaning with a fluttering hole. Eddie gripped Steve’s hairy thigh tightly and leant over to line himself up, hocking spit onto the younger man’s opening. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t one of the sexiest things he’d ever done. Eddie did his best to distribute his spit over Steve, worried it still wouldn’t be enough. He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, Steve’s groans concerning Eddie for a moment.

“Is it okay?” Eddie asked, inching slowly and studying Steve’s face carefully.

“If you stop I’m gonna kill you,” Steve muttered, and Eddie could see the smirk behind his tight face. Eddie let out a soft chuckle.

“Noted,” he whispered, tongue grazing his top lip with focus as he began to thrust gently, still holding Steve’s leg against his shoulder.

“Keep going, Ed. It’s so good. You can go harder,” Steve moaned, his neck straining in pleasure. Eddie smirked, not daring to close his eyes and miss a minute of Steve’s perfect face. He thrust quicker, leaning into Steve’s ear and taking his leg with him, only opening his hole wider and allowing Eddie to slide hard and fast with ease.

“Tell me how good it is,” Eddie whispered, hot breath against Steve’s ear. Steve exploded with a high-pitch groan.

“Amazing,” Steve practically screamed, trying at this point to press himself further down on Eddie’s cock. “It’s so, so good. You’re so good. Please, Eddie,” he begged, heading shaking furiously. Eddie was working harder for a lay than he ever had before, but he certainly didn’t mind. He butted his and Steve’s bodies together harshly, the younger man’s moans were borderline-pornographic. The sound of skin slapping and Steve’s sinful need were all that filled the room. Eddie felt incredible; he could have closed his eyes and screamed his moans until he came, but then he’d miss even a second of Steve, and he wasn’t willing to risk it. “I’m so close, Ed,” Steve whispered, his voice hoarse from the depravity. Eddie just nodded as he eyed the boy's face, softening with often mouth and fluttering eyes as he came between their chests. The sight alone was enough to send Eddie over the edge, pressing himself roughly into Steve as he released. They stayed like that for a few moments, Steve’s head thrown back with his leg still over Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie snugly inside Steve, staring hazily in front of him.

It was a knock on the door that ended up tearing the two of them apart. Eddie’s eyes widened as he pulled out of Steve to put on his robe. Steve stayed in bed, covering himself with the comforter. Eddie pulled open the door, only to be met with the bright eyes of one of the concierges.

“Good evening, Mr Munson,” she grinned rigidly. “Sorry to come up to your room, but we did try to phone you… we’ve received a few noise complaints,” she muttered unflinchingly, like she had been subjected to detailed accounts of exactly what noises were coming from Eddie’s room.

“Sorry…” Eddie whispered, eyes cast to the floor as he held back his grin. “I’ll keep it down,” he added, receiving a curt nod from her as he closed the door. As soon as the lock clicked back into place, Eddie and Steve burst into laughter, eyeing each other from across the room.

“Oh my god,” Steve laughed. “Were we really that loud?”

“I didn’t even hear the phone ring,” Eddie smiled widely before bounding back over to the bed and grabbing the cigarettes on the nightstand. “I need some fresh air; wanna come?” he asked, gesturing to the balcony door. Steve nodded, crawling to the edge of the bed to slip on a t-shirt and boxers. Once outside, the cold air hit Steve and he audibly shivered, causing Eddie to chuckle, a lingering smile on the younger man as he sat down. Eddie, having lit up on the way out, ducked back inside, careful to avoid touching the curtain with his cigarette and setting the hotel on fire. He returned with his tour jacket, denim with patches from all the cities they’d been to. Eddie didn’t hesitate to wrap it around Steve, the younger man slipping his arms into and cuddling himself. Eddie settled himself beside Steve and the pair smoked in cold silence for a few minutes.

“How’s the video store?” Eddie finally broke the silence, smoke flying through the air.

“Good…” Steve nodded. “I’m working there a little less now, though. I decided to go to the Community College - I’m gonna be a nurse,” he mumbled before turning away from Eddie, a little embarrassed. It’s not like Eddie had asked; why would Eddie Munson ask about what little ol’ Steve was up to? When Steve’s contorted face turned back to Eddie, he was met with a bright smile.

“Steve, that is so cool,” Eddie said, beaming with genuineness. “That’s so awesome, man. I hope that goes really well for you,” he added, and Steve felt his chest flutter for just a moment. He silenced it with another lungful of tobacco.

“How’s the tour?” Steve asked in return, turning himself slightly to look properly at Eddie.

“Fucking exhausting,” Eddie chuckled before taking another drag. “This is the biggest tour we’ve ever been on and it’s been great, but I can’t wait to go home,” he admitted.

“Where’s home?” Steve asked, too casual and gentle for the unspoken limitations of their relationship.

“Vegas, baby,” Eddie chuckled, but his eyes were distant. “Gambling addicts and topless waitresses, woo!” he added, but Steve could tell it was said in uneasy jest.

“You’re from Las Vegas?” Steve’s nose was scrunched with surprise.

“Not originally,” Eddie responded quickly. “I was born in North Carolina,’ he chuckled like he was admitting some secret. “The family still all live there.” It made sense, Steve thought. Eddie talked a big game and attempted the sly and sultry, like someone who had tried their best to assimilate into a place like Las Vegas. But, Steve saw through it - Eddie was much more country charm and southern hospitality than he was glitz and glamour. The gifts to his friends… weren’t showboating; they were genuine gifts of thanks to fans that took the time and money to come see him. Eddie Munson was certainly not the grandiose and egotistical rockstar that the tabloids painted him out to be, and Steve felt honoured to get a glimpse behind the red curtain.

Steve couldn’t help himself as he leaned in to kiss Eddie. It wasn’t charged by any sexual desire - quite the opposite actually. Steve simply wanted to kiss Eddie… not Eddie Munson - sexy frontman… Eddie - North Carolina native with an unwavering heart of gold. Eddie kissed his back, cigarette-free hand finding home in Steve’s locks. Steve had already snuffed out his cigarette and both hands were comfortably gripping Eddie’s hips. Just as Steve deepened the kiss, tongue exploring Eddie’s smoky mouth, the balcony door beside them opened, and Steve swore he’d never seen Eddie move so fast. Eddie stood up, put out his cigarette and scurried inside, muttering something about it being ‘too damn cold out here’. Steve sat for a moment in the dust of Eddie’s getaway. He didn’t want to feel hurt, but he was, even if only a little. That being said, Steve knew that Eddie lived a life that Steve would never understand. If they were in Hawkins, where everyone knew Steve, he would do the same - scurry away with fear and shame… and this was a world where everyone knew Eddie… fear and shame found Eddie in every corner of his world. Steve, with a deep exhale and furrowed brows, followed Eddie inside. The older man was standing beside the bed, arms wrapped around himself.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” he whispered, as soon as he felt the younger man’s presence. Steve didn’t even have to think twice as he moved over to hug Eddie tightly, already forgiven. “You wanna jump in the shower and then crash?” Eddie asked, looking up at Steve with innocuous eyes. Steve nodded, releasing Eddie to pad his way to the bathroom; Steve made it there before Eddie had even begun moving.

“Hey, Ed,” Steve called over his shoulder.

“Coming,” the rockstar replied, jogging slightly to meet Steve at the door.

“It’s a spa bath,” he narrated as the pair stood before it. Eddie’s smile couldn’t be contained.

“Run it,” Eddie chuckled before disappearing from Steve’s view.

Once the bath had started to fill, Eddie returned with hair tied up and wine from the minibar, two glasses in tow. Steve was sitting on the edge of the tub and gave Eddie a wide smile as the rockstar made haste sliding into the filling tub. Steve did the same as the glasses were filled. The pair relaxed, the room falling silent, save for the occasional clink of class as one of them would put their drink down. Steve sporadically glanced at Eddie, the older man looking calmer than Steve could recall. He couldn’t pull his eyes away despite the creep he was starting to feel like.

“Hey, Steve,” Eddie said, barely above a whisper with eyes still closed. Busted, Steve thought, grimacing as he replied.

“Yeah.”

“If you wanted to try that kiss again… that would be totally okay,” Eddie muttered, causing Steve to smile wide. He put his glass down and floated over to be beside Eddie, the rockstar finally lifting his head and opening his eyes. Steve kissed Eddie gently, wet hand connected to clammy cheek. Eddie kissed back with nothing short of infatuation, hands snaking around Steve’s waist as the pair turned to one another. Steve thought that nothing in his life had ever quite made as much sense as this kiss, but he tried to forget it would all be over, come 11 am tomorrow. Eddie thought that if he could just bottle up Steve Harrington, he might never need to take someone home again. They both knew it was wishful thinking, but it certainly wasn’t stopping them. They kissed for many minutes, surfacing for air long after their spa water had gone stale. and their wines a little warmer, and their fingers on the verge of pruney. Steve felt like he’d had all the wind knocked out of him. Eddie felt like that had been the first time he’d ever actually come up for air in his life.

“Should we go to bed?” Steve asked, estimating the time to be well into the wee hours of the morning; Eddie nodded hazily - from fatigue or that life-sucking kiss, he couldn’t be sure.

Unlike last time, they slept in each other’s arms. A tangled mess of naked limbs, sweat, chest hair, a mop of curls, and tenderness.

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Eddie woke up the next morning feeling like he was about to wet himself. No… actually it wasn’t quite that. His foggy eyes came to, a little quicker than his foggy brain, rubbing the sleep away and eyeing the lump before him in bed. It was at that moment that everything around him became crystal clear, and the feeling being bestowed to him down south made him hum with delight.

“Steve…” he moaned, propping himself up on his elbows as Steve pulled his mouth off of Eddie with a pop and lifted the blanket that separated them.

“Morning,” Steve smirked, propped up on his own elbows and eyeing Eddie with a cheekiness that made the rockstars heart swoon and cock twitch. “Shall I keep going?” he queried, eyebrows raised as he teased Eddie.

“Please.” Eddie had tried to respond just as saucily, but he could tell it sounded desperate and needy, but the way Steve’s hands fondled him in tandem with his talented tongue, Eddie couldn’t have cared less. “Steve, I’m really not gonna last…” Eddie admitted, hands snaking under the sheets to find Steve’s hair. Eddie gave Steve’s locks a few short pulls, and Steve returned with a few eager bobs, and Eddie came like an inept schoolboy, moaning sweet nothings into the air. Steve crawled up to rest on Eddie’s chest, wiping his mouth before giving the older man a gentle kiss.

“Better than that shitty alarm?” Steve queried, gesturing to the clock - Steve’s personal wake-up call had been right on cue.

“Baby, that just there - that’s what being a rockstar is all about,” Eddie chuckled, causing Steve to giggle in return. Eddie and Steve just stayed there, staring into each other’s eyes for a few minutes, neither of them willing to be the one that decided it was time to go.

“Breakfast?” Steve said instead, like it was a less hurtful bridge to where neither of them wanted to go. Eddie nodded, and the pair rolled away from each other to get off the bed. Eddie began packing away his strewn clothes, Steve ordering their pancakes before collecting his own.

“Here,” Steve mumbled, holding Eddie’s jacket out to him as the older man turned around.

“It’s alright, you keep it,” Eddie replied, turning away before Steve could protest… that didn’t mean that he didn’t try though.

“Eddie, no,” Steve said assuredly. “This is yours - it’s important,” he said seriously, Eddie just rolling his eyes with a smile.

“Dude, it’s fine. I want you to have it,” he mumbled, pausing like he was thinking of a less sappy reason. “Besides, I don’t have a cool patch from Indiana, yet. You can find me one and give the jacket back next time.” If he just kept saying next time, Eddie could will it into existence. Steve reluctantly clutched the jacket, bringing it to his nose for comfort once Eddie had turned away.

They ate their pancakes in relative silence, the goodbye that was looming too heavy to take. The heavy wooden door of Eddie’s hotel room swung open and Keith’s head popped around the frame.

“Eddie - time to go!” he called, before stopping with a knowing smile. “Hey, Steve,” Keith grinned. “Nice to see you again,” he added before turning his attention back to Eddie. “We gotta go, Ed. Big accident on the highway, and we can’t be late into Chicago,” Keith announced, but it seemed almost like he was sad to deliver the news. Eddie nodded as the door shut, closing the styrofoam case of his barely eaten breakfast.

“Here; take that back for the kids,” Eddie smiled, handing it to Steve as he stood. Steve mirrored him, setting the half-eaten breakfasts and Eddie's jacket in a pile on the dresser.

“I don’t want you to go yet,” Steve admitted, but with a sad smile that suggested he was aware of the inevitable.

“I know,” Eddie concurred. “I’ll be back though,” he whispered, moving to give Steve a tight hug. The pair walked to the door and just before Eddie reached for the handle, Steve leaned in for a gentle kiss. It lingered for too long, and it felt too real, and it forced Eddie to sit with the fact that his fantasyland was just seconds away from disappearing, and he had to pull away before it gnawed at him too viciously. “See ya, Steve,” he mumbled, opening the door and refusing to allow himself to look back as the two men went their separate ways.

Part 3

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enlizagilrano · 2 years

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Prom Episode Theory

I don’t really care about the leaks that have been getting out, but it got me thinking. What if it goes like this.

Let’s say that Portwell do break up before prom. They will attend the Camp Prom separately and they will end up in a situation where they see each other with someone else. EJ talking to Val and G having a “moment” with Ricky.

They will be stealing glances every now and then across the room getting jealous and mid event, they finally have the guts to discuss their feelings.

Gina assuming that since Val was EJ’s first love, she wouldn’t be able to compare. While, EJ would be thinking that G might have feelings for Ricky again, but both of those cases are completely off the table now. They will make up and end the magical night on a good note.

Tada! I rest my case😉

I know this scene I’m using as an example have each characters kissing other people, but this doesn’t mean that it’ll happen for portwell.

2:00AM THOUGHTS🥹

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nekoannie-chan · 2 years

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Is love

Pairing: Steve Rogers X OFC (Kathleen).

Word count: 300 words.

Summary: Steve realizes he is in love with Kathleen.

Warnings: None, is fluff.

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September 2012

Steve saw every detail of the agent he was talking about. He wasn't even paying attention to what she was saying, but that didn't matter because they had both been on the mission. Kath had helped him with everything since they had found him.

However, several months ago, Steve began to feel something different. Not even with Peggy, he felt it, but other things still confused him.

He was so immersed in his thoughts and seeing Kath that he didn't even listen when they spoke to him until Rumlow elbowed him.

He sat on one of the benches in the Organization’s gym where they trained. He remembered when his mother explained to him what love was, although he didn't believe anyone could feel that for him until...

Maybe this time everything would be different, but he was sure that he felt what he was once told and that he had fallen in love with Kathleen. However, he had not the slightest idea what to do. Everything was very confusing and he did not dare to say anything to her, especially since he was not sure that it was reciprocated.

"Steve," called Kath, who saw that he didn't listen to him and didn't seem to be paying much attention either, "Steve Rogers!" She raised her voice.

Steve looked up and smiled at the sight of her. He had the urge to kiss her. "Is something wrong?"

"Are you okay?" Kath said, "He wants to see you in his office." Steve nodded. When he got to the door, he stopped.

"Do you have anything to do next Friday?"

"We could go to the restaurant you told me about the other time," she proposed.

"I'm going to see you on Friday," Steve promised.

#Djs I Love You 3000 Challenge #DJsILoveYou3000Challenge #Steve Rogers x OFC

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crewmannumbersix · 1 year

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but baseball is pretty good, too

Relationship: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

Word Count: 13,058

Chapters: 1/2

Summary: LA Dodger's social media manager Robin Buckley navigates her best friend starting at first base, trying to set said best friend up with the rock star throwing out the first pitch, and her embarrassingly large crush on SportsNetLA's on-field reporter, Nancy Wheeler.

Read it on AO3.

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mjolnirswriststrap · 2 months

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Not My Type

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,329 Masterlist Part 2

Summary: Bucky is dumb.

Warnings: Fatphobia.

A/N: something short, sweet and simple because I’m starting to feel guilty about not posting 😭

Steve watched, as his friend searched around the club with his eyes. He could assume Bucky was just waiting on the rest of their coworkers to get there, but he knew better. “She’ll get here soon enough, relax.”. Steve leans his back against the booth and takes a long drink of his beer. “Who?” Bucky asks, unconvincingly.

“Y/N.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Bucky scrunches up his face “As if, man.” He ignores the look of disbelief Steve gives him. “Why deny it? I’ve caught you staring her down more times than I can count.”. Steve stands up and waves to signal Natasha to where they sat. “There’s nothing to deny, she’s not my type, leave it there so no one’s feelings get hurt, okay?” Bucky puts the bottle to his lips to shush himself when he sees you approach the booth.

“You guys look.” Steve’s speechless as he takes in the silk nighties the girls adorned. They all wore semi matching babydoll dresses. Color coded fishnets and heeled slippers adorned their long legs. Their hair was high and teased, makeup adding to the sultry bedtime look they were going for.

“You’re gonna catch flies.” Wanda remarks, leaving to find Vision having the time of his life with the DJ. Steve’s reaction to their costumes did nothing to calm your nerves. You went with the housewife costume too. Just a different approach entirely. Your hair sat in victory rolls atop your head, a thick stack of curls laying on your shoulders, a knee length dress with three quartered sleeves covered you. You’re painted your eyebrows on thinly, just to over line your lips, filling them in with your favorite red Mac lipstick. You were the most modest in your costume, but the most accurate.

You couldn’t wear a see through nightgown to the club. You would die of embarrassment, your rolls would be everywhere. At least in this thick cotton dress, no one could see the layers of shape wear you wore. You slid into the booth and sat beside Steve, getting sandwiched in when Sam finally arrives, late with no costume. “What took you so long, huh khakis?” You tease him, feeling nothing but comfort in his presence.

“You ever had to tell a 10 year old his idea isn’t good enough.” He laughs, “, You should go as yourself Unc!” He recalls the boys words over the phone. “Oh, of course, looks like a superhero to me!” You giggle, loving the thought of his nephews building up his self esteem. He was new to the team, no super strength or speed. Just courage, you admired Sam.

You finally take the chance to look around the booth. Steve wore his vintage Captain America suit, claiming it still fits like a glove. Bucky didn’t wear a costume, just his regular black t-shirt and leather jacket, no effort, even for Halloween. It helped Sam not look so out of place, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tried way to hard to act like he didn’t care about anything, or anyone. You hate people like that, too self absorbed to carry on a conversation with someone who doesn’t benefit them.

You had been on the wrong side of his attitude before. Bumbling up to him after your first meeting. Stretching out your hand for a shake, he barely touched your hand as he shook your fingers, nodding at you with a curt “Welcome.” You didn’t think much of it till he sat beside Yelena, who got recruited the same day as you, and sparked up a lively conversation with her, telling her if she needs anything at the compound to come ask him. That was the first time Bucky hurt your feelings, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N!” Someone yells at you from the dance floor. It’s Yelena dancing alone, “You promised me a dance.” She says, holding her arms out for you. You nudge Sam on the shoulder and do the most embarrassing scoot out of the booth you could imagine. Your dress rode up in the time you’d been sitting there, causing your thighs to stick to the old leather. Your face grimaces and you peel your skin away, hoping no one noticed.

“I’m on the dance floor, as promised.” You say, holding her hands while she dances on you. “You’re gonna need to do more than stand there if you want him to notice you.” She remarks, not skipping a beat. Yelena knew you too well, she knew you picked the 40s for a reason, not going with their free spirit 60s slumber get up.

Giving her a wide eyed look, as if he heard over the thumping music. “We both know I have no rhythm, stop that.” You giggle when she presses her back against you and slides down into a squat. She goes behind you and grabs your hips, forcing you against her chest. She grinds you into her pelvis, using her hands to guide your hips in sync with hers. You never moved that way before, and the sensuality of it had your heart racing. Yelena could be anyone, tightly holding on to you, you closed your eyes and threw your head back on her shoulder, just to imagine it was him for a moment.

You feel Yelena’s lips tickle your ear and she’s whispering “Look who can’t take their eyes off of you.” You tilt your head down and open your eyes to lock them with Bucky’s. He looks angry, like you pissed in his cheerios. You turn your body around to face Yelena, “I think he’s upset I’m blocking his view from you.”. That causes her to laugh out loud, grabbing your shoulders to shake you. “You’re mad woman! Look at what’s right in front of you.”. You laugh and look behind you to see Bucky staring down his beer now, instead of you.

“Yelena, I don’t know how to put this, he probably doesn’t even go for girls like me, skinny blonde seems more his type. You, you seem more his type.” You plead with her. She just shakes her head, “He doesn’t like me, I promise, Y/N.” You nod your head, trusting the closest friend you had.

You make your way to the bar, grabbing a drink to cool yourself off. You’re walking back to the booth to get off your feet when you overhear Steve and Bucky’s conversation.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You look like a helpless puppy, just make your move.”

“As if I’d need to, she’s probably never had male attention, that’s too easy.”

“Just admit that you’re afraid of rejection.”

“From her? Never in a million years would fatty have a chance. Like I said she’s obviously not my type.”. Bucky instantly regretted the words as they came out of his mouth, he didn’t mean it. But Steve wouldn’t stop accusing him of having a crush on you.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you push them down. You knew better, Yelena didn’t, you shouldn’t have let her give you false hope. You choke down your pride and turn the corner, sliding into the booth as if nothing happened. “I think this is my last drink guys, I’m getting tired, and winter training starts tomorrow.”.

An echo of ‘boos’ and a “noooo why.” Almost tempt you to stay. But you know you’re not wanted here, by the one person that mattered. Steve catches your attention, “Are you sure? The nights still young.” He wiggles his brows. You give him a tight lipped smile, knowing he tried to get Bucky to make a move.

“Yeah, there’s really not much for me here. I came for Natasha.” He nods, giving Bucky a death glare. You finish your drink and when you stand up the previous shots you had with Wanda hit you. You quickly sit back down, grabbing the table for stability. “Are you alright?” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, scooting closer to you.

You shake your head, not being able to form words. You think you’d faint if you didn’t focus on breathing. “Let me help you home.” He can see the unsure expression on your face. “Wouldn’t be respecting the suit if I didn’t make sure you got home safe.”. With that he convinced you.

When the cold October air hits your face, it sobers you a little bit, taking away the dizzy feeling, leaving you with a thumping head. Steve takes a few minutes to join you outside, you left him in a heated whisper match with Bucky.

You’re leaned against the side of the building when he finds you. “Ready to go?” He offers you his arm but you shake your head. “No need to be such a gentleman, it’s just me.” You say, knowing he’s doing it just to be nice.

Steve cocks his head to the side. “Why shouldn’t I be a gentleman towards you?” He asks. You press your pounding head against the brick wall, closing your eyes to think of the right words. “The only reason a guy needs to be a gentleman is for good impressions. I highly doubt you feel a need to impress me.”.

He scoffs at you, “What gives you the impression that you’re not worth impressing?”. Even though you were tipsy, Bucky’s words seared your frontal lobe. You suddenly are at a loss for words. How do you tell him you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I just don’t get much male attention I guess.” You let him in, his eyes widen in realization that you heard Bucky’s harsh words. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He says, stepping closer to you. You roll your eyes at him.

“No, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Fatty is no one’s type. No one looks at me and thinks “woah, the most beautiful woman in the world just walked in the room”.” You push yourself off the wall. “I understand that you wouldn’t get that, since you’re so perfect Steve. Women lay down at your feet, your options are endless. But not for someone like me.”.

Steve’s face had turned into a stone. His jaw clenched tightly. He let you vent out your frustrations. “The way you looked at the girls, the way half the club looked at the girls, I’ll never have that.”. You look at your feet and notice him take a step closer to you. You look up to see your faces not too far apart.

“I was looking at you too.” He reaches out, letting his hands hover over your waist. He rests them on your hips when your don’t push him away. “I don’t care what he said, he’s just insecure, he can’t admit that he thinks you’re hot.” You scoff at him this time.

“Steve whatever you’re doing, I get the whole nice guy thing. But just stop.” You say, pressing your hand against his chest. The thin polyester did nothing to conceal his smooth muscles. You feel him squeeze your sides tighter, his thumbs pressing into your belly. “He doesn’t speak for me.”.

You look into his dark eyes. “What are you saying?”. You’d never even humored yourself by considering Steve. You now had to rethink every encounter you ever had with him. “Forget him, let me show you how a real man appreciates a woman.”

He slides his hands down, letting them grasp as much of your ass that could fit in them. You gasp, he wasn’t afraid of your body, he knows what it has to offer. Judging by the way he gripped on to your ass like his life depended on it, he liked it.

“What if someone sees?” You say, pushing his hands off of you. He replaces them “I’m not afraid, why are you?” He leans down, connecting your lips, you’re frozen for a moment. How do you kiss him back? Before you could find out you feel a hand on your shoulder, ripping you away from Steve.

“What are you doing?” Bucky is talking to his friend, ignoring your existence. “Excuse me, we were in the middle of something.” Steve steps between you and Bucky. “You shouldn’t be out here hooking up with a random coworker.” Bucky says, trying to convince himself.

“Y/N isn’t a random coworker, Jesus Bucky, what’s your problem?” Steve asks, letting his anger show. He knew what he was doing, if Bucky wouldn’t admit it on his own, jealousy would work just fine. Bucky balls up his fists at his side “You know what my problem is.”.

You’re staring at Steve’s back, you don’t know what Bucky’s talking about. Is he so repulsed by a plus size woman, he doesn’t even want his friend with one? You were done, you’d never done anything to Bucky besides exist. He had an imaginary problem with you.

You stepped around Steve, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t know where the boost of confidence came from, probably Steve’s lips and hand placement. You look Bucky up and down, truly taking him in.

He was perfect, and he knew it. It was starting to disgust you. “Just because ‘fattys’ like me have no chance with you, doesn’t mean that I’m not worthy of another man being attracted to me.” You take a step back, pressing yourself against Steve. Just to show Bucky, you meant business.

Basing it off of the hard indentation on the front of Steve’s spandex, he liked watching you tell Bucky off. You turn your body around to face him, throwing a look over your shoulder at Bucky, “Take me home Stevie.” You sing song in his ear.

A smirk falls on his lips, “Let’s do that princess.” He says while leading you out of the alley. Bucky is stuck in place, having an internal war with himself, that you weren’t gonna stick around for.

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eddiesghxst · 5 months

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PRICE OF FAME (PART 10/12)

helloooo, here are these two messy cuties once again, i hope you enjoyyy

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: rockstar!eddie x journalist!reader

summary: time is almost up but who could deny a good karaoke session?

contains: enemies to lovers trope, alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use, sexual themes, slight angst, those awkward/cringey scenes where they're singing (i apologize in advance), and lots of mixed feelings <3

word count: 3.9k

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song inspo for this chappy hehe:

Steve and Robin love karaoke.

Nancy had warned you that the friendly pair practically fiend for a good karaoke sesh, but you hadn’t expected them to be as enthusiastic as they turned out to be.

For some odd reason, the city seems less busy today, so you, Eddie, and Eddie's friends can take up as much room as you’d like on the sidewalk.

In front of you, Robin and Steve are seriously debating what the first song on the queue will be. Walking just a few paces behind them is Nancy, who’s quietly taking in the city's bright lights; and next to you, palm burning a hole through your hand with his addicting touch, is Eddie.

It’s stupid, you think. The way Eddie has seen you stripped down and bare, whining and quivering for him at what could arguably be your most vulnerable state, yet you still find your heart racing 100 miles a minute with this soft gesture of holding hands.

Sure, you’ve held his hand before, but not for this long. Not in public when it’s not the heat of the moment and you’re simply walking around. It’s weird and new, and it makes your stomach twist in a good way, but fuck— you chicken out when Robin and Steve turn to face you, Nancy, and Eddie.

“Steve wants to start karaoke with Queen— like any karaoke amateur would.” Robin huffs as Steve rolls his eyes. You slip your hand from Eddie’s hold before either of them can clock the gesture, and you avoid looking at Eddie when he clears his throat.

“Because it’s the perfect opener!” Steve stresses. “Everybody always does, Queen, Steve! Plus, I’m not even sure I can physically pull through with how long their songs are.” Robin argues.

Steve’s jaw dropped as if Robin had just said the most foul thing he’d ever heard, “Their songs are not that long. And even if they are, they’re fucking amazing, so what’s your point.” “My point is we’re not starting the night with Queen.”

They’re an interesting group of friends, you’ll admit. Interesting in the sense that you swear they could be a part of some sitcom with how funny and unpredictable their conversations and interactions are.

By the time you reach the karaoke bar, Steve and Robin have an entire list of songs mentally queued up, and they make a beeline to the DJ operating the music as you and Nancy snag a table towards the middle of the room. The bar is to one side of the room while the stage is at the front, and the DJ booth is at the back; the rest of the room is full of tables where people chatter, laugh over drinks, and sing along with whoever is currently doing their performance. Eddie had split off to get drinks the second you entered the bar, so it’s just you and Nancy as you settle at the wooden table.

“Are you going to sing?” Nancy questions from the other side of the table. You pull a face, shrugging your shoulders up to your ears, “I’m not sure, maybe once I get a few drinks in me. How about you?” Nancy softly laughs with a playful roll of her eyes, “Unfortunately, I doubt Robin will let me escape this one.”

As if summoned, Robin slides into the seat right next to Nancy. “I put you down together, but there’s a few people ahead, so start thinking of the song you’ll sing.” She gestures between you and Nancy. You shrug, accepting defeat, and before you can pitch an idea for a song to Nancy, Robin is leaning her elbows against the table and blinking at you, “So, let’s cut to the chase. What’s going on between you and Eddie?” She asks.

Nancy’s eyes widen as she instinctively jabs her elbow into Robin’s ribs, “Ow!” “Rob, you can’t just ask people that— god.” You softly laugh as Robin rubs at her sore side. “Sorry if I’m interested in keeping tabs on my friend!” Robin sarcastically argued.

Nancy rolls her eyes and sends you an apologetic look. “Look, I’m just guessing— based on the fact that you two were in the back of a fancy restaurant— that something is going on. Oh— unless this is, like, a business thing, then you can totally ignore me.” Robin rambles.

“Robin,” Nancy stresses. Your cheeks seem to ache from the amused expression on your face as Nancy turns to you, “You don’t have to answer either way since it’s none of our business.” She says, voice raising near the end as she glares at Robin. Robin rolls her eyes, and you laugh with a shake of your head as you shift in your seat. “No, it’s fine, I understand, but um,” You shrug, “It’s just a business thing.” You finally answer.

And, technically, you’re not wrong. There is a business transaction going on between you and Eddie… and the rest of the band, which is primarily the basis of your relationship, but you’re not sure how appropriate it would be to say, ‘Yeah, I mean, Eddie hated me, but now he doesn’t, so then we fucked yesterday but then his manager basically told us to squash whatever that was, so now we’re kind of in a weird spot because we don’t hate each other but we can’t like each other. Oh yeah, and here’s the kicker, Eddie’s been a total asshole this entire time, and it’s fucked with my head a bit. But apparently, he wants to change!’

It’s a colorful mess of loopholes and twists and turns that probably nobody will fully understand aside from you and Eddie, so…. business thing it is.

Robin seems to take that as an answer, but Nancy is now intrigued by your tone, “That didn’t sound very sure.” She playfully raises a suggestive eyebrow. Robin hums, “What happened to it being none of our business?” She points out, to which Nancy just waves a dismissive hand in response. “It’s a business thing, but…” Nancy prods. Your face warms as you lift your shoulders in a shrug, “I mean, it’s… it’s complicated.”

Nancy nods with a shrug as she shifts in her seat, “So, how did you two meet?”

You take a deep breath as you lean to rest your elbows on the table, “Well, I’m a writer for Rolling Stone magazine—” Robin gasps, grabbing your attention, “No shit? Nancy’s a journalist too— ow!” She turns to look at Nancy with a disgruntled look as she rubs her thigh, “Would you stop bullying me?” She frowns.

Before either of them can get far into bickering, Eddie and Steve come waltzing back to the table with drinks in their hands. Eddie snags a seat beside you and passes a drink to you; you smile as you gratefully take the glass and softly thank him. Steve plops down next to Robin, sliding her and Nancy their drinks as he says, “Alright, I hope everyone has their songs picked out because I plan on battling each and every one of you.”

Although the weather outside is on the more chilly side of summer days, you find your body warm with liquor and laughter as you, Nancy, and Eddie watch a tipsy pair of Steve and Robin sing a surprisingly good rendition of Huey Lewis’ Heart and Soul. You’ve shrugged off your sweater and tossed it over the back of your chair— and you’re thankful to have thrown on a tank top underneath because, most of the time, you hardly bother to wear anything beneath sweaters.

It’s their fourth song of the night, Eddie and Nancy have both gone up at least once, but you’ve been on the observant side mostly, enjoying the ongoing conversations you’ve had with Nancy. There’s a bowl of chips and salsa in the middle of the table, and Eddie’s arm is draped across the back of your chair, heat pouring from him and seeping all around to wrap you up in an Eddie-scented bubble— it’s nicer than you’d care or like to admit.

Nancy has turned around to watch and cheer on the performance; she’s become more animated and loose after a few drinks, and you laugh as Robin practically serenades her from the stage. You lean back in your chair, softly giggling as you slightly lean into Eddie, “So,” you grab your drink and glance at the boy on your side, “What’s the dynamic here?” You ask with a jut of your chin towards his friends.

Eddie hums, leaning further into his chair, and in turn, pressing himself closer to you. His breath is warm against your ear and cheek, curly strands brushing against your skin as he speaks, “So basically,” He dramatically sighs, and you smile at his dramatics as he gestures between his friends, “Nancy and Steve are exes from high school and Robin and Steve are best friends.” You nod, gaze darting between the friends as you connect the dots. “But,” He raises a finger over his glass, “Robin and Nancy are dating now.” Your eyebrows raise at the full circle of events, but you nod as your suspicions are finally confirmed.

Eddie leans closer, voice dropping to a lower volume, “But at this rate, it’s safe to say Nancy’s playing third wheel for Steve and Rob since they practically share one brain cell.” You tilt your head, “Okay, I see it now.”

Nancy glances over her shoulder to glare at you and Eddie from her seat, “I heard that, assholes… you’re not wrong.” She grumbles. You and Eddie laugh as she turns back to face you both now that Steve and Robin are hopping off the stage.

“Steve’s actually seeing a girl now; she’s in nursing school.” Nancy pipes up, grabs a chip, and pops it into her mouth. Eddie leans forward at that, keeping his arm on your chair as he uses the other to grab a chip for himself, “Nursing school?”

Nancy nods as she sips her drink, “He goes down to see her like every other weekend. And they run our phone bill up like hell.”

Robin plops down into her seat, “What are we talking about? Steve’s hot nurse babe?” She asks, humming when Nancy nods. Robin scoffs as she turns to Eddie, “Can you believe they’ve been dating for, like, four months, and we have yet to even see a picture of her? They see each other every week!”

Eddie snorts, “Then who’s he talking to on the phone?” Robin shrugs, “Who knows at this point.”

Steve returns as if on cue, sitting down with a sigh as he glances at the table, “What’d I miss?”

“Nothing, just talking about your imaginary girlfriend.” Robin teases.

Steve groans, eyes rolling before glaring at his giggling friends— your cheeks hurt from smiling. “She’s real, okay? She’s real, and her name is Cassie, and the only reason you haven’t met her yet is because she’s literally in nursing school— she has a busy schedule!”

And although you wish Eddie and you had been able to finish your discussion without the abrupt interruption, you find yourself growing fond of this shade of Eddie— sure, you’ve seen him having fun and being unapologetically himself with Gareth and Jeff and even on stage, but this side of Eddie is softer— kinder, brighter— homey.

You realize as you watch him singing his heart out to some mainstream pop song that Steve somehow talked him into doing. You’re more surprised that Eddie knows the lyrics, but you’re too tipsy to dwell on it because Nancy’s scooting onto the chair beside you and asking what song you two should sing because, “We have to outsing them, obviously.”

And, well, you hardly have the time to stop your lips before you lean in and tell her the song you’d like to sing. Nancy snickers, giggling at the obvious undertone of the chosen song, and she eagerly agrees because “He’s gonna shit his pants.”

You go back and forth on who will take which role— who will sing Tom Petty’s key, and who will sing Stevie Nicks's key— but then you eventually land on just singing together for the entirety of the song. When the boys finish their song, Nancy drags you up to the DJ to request the song and magically persuades him to let you skip the queue of people to go next. She’s a good flirt, that’s indisputable.

You should probably thank Nancy at some point for agreeing to this song regardless of how little information she has about your situationship with Eddie, but before you even get the chance to, you and Nancy are already singing the first line of the song— Baby, you'll come knocking on my front door. Same old line you used to use before— and well, Eddie’s head has never turned his head faster, but you avoid his gaze for as long as you can.

And you’re doing good; you’re doing so good, and then you get to the second chorus and lock eyes with Eddie as you sing along to the track with Nancy— Baby, you could never look me in the eye. Yeah, you buckle with the weight of the world. Stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my, stop draggin' my heart around— and, well… you think you made your point clear.

You and Nancy have a blast singing to Nicks and Petty, and when the song ends, the bar claps and cheers as they do after every performance, and you’re all smiles as you waltz back to the table, sitting next to the fidgeting boy you’d just indirectly serenaded. Steve and Robin are telling you and Nancy how well you did and teasing each other over specific parts of the performance, and they’re all so caught up in one another that they hardly notice as Eddie leans into your space, voice low and gravely as he speaks, “That was cruel, princess.”

You look at him, eyes falling to the ghost of a smirk that dances across his lips before you reach forward to grab your drink, wrapping your lips around the thin, black straw, maintaining eye contact as you shrug, “Did you get the hint?” You tease.

Eddie huffs around a laugh, shifting in his seat, left arm back to barricading the back of your chair, and you don’t fail to notice the tent in the crotch of his jeans. He rolls his tongue over his teeth, snickering when you raise an eyebrow, “Yeah… Yeah, I got the hint.” He nods, and you think you might see a pink tint dusting across his cheeks.

You smile, liquor making you bold as you blink up at him, “Good.”

It’s a long trip to the hotel with a pair of drunk best friends.

They ramble a lot— Steve and Robin— you come to find out, and Nancy and Eddie have become experts at handling them with ease. You realize this as you watch them get their friends tucked into bed. Nancy is tipsy, but Eddie informed you that she has a weird thing with tequila where she becomes highly functioning, so she’s moving about the room with grace and precision.

When the drunk pair is finally tucked into bed, Nancy walks you and Eddie to the door of the hotel room, thanking you for taking the time to make sure they got in safe. “I would say see you at breakfast, but I doubt these two will have crawled from the grave by then.” Nancy gestures back to Robin and Steve.

You don’t blame them; they’re basically on holiday, and you would do the same.

Your and Eddie’s rooms are on a different floor, and it’s a long ride up to the top, especially with the burning desire for one of you to say something— what, you’re not sure.

“I like your friends.”

That was you talking, you realize when Eddie turns to you with a smirk, “Yeah? They didn’t scare you off with their incessant shithead behavior?” He jokingly questions. You hum with a laugh, “I’ve dealt with worse.” You tease.

Eddie walks you to your room, his intoxicating smell and presence hovering around you as you unlock the door before stepping in. You turn around, hand resting on the edge of the door as you look at the curly-haired boy, “Good night, Eddie.”

Eddie hums, leaning against the door frame, eyes flickering to the twist of your mouth before reaching your eyes again, “Not gonna finish our conversation?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, “I hardly believe you’d be doing much talking if I let you in right now.” And you don’t think you’re ready to travel down that path again. Not so soon when you have the events of tonight to digest, not to mention the gift sitting in your bag.

Eddie shrugs with a small smirk, “I can multitask.”

His gentle smile is beautiful. Alluring and unique, and his eyes are taking you with such an intensity that you think you might melt if you stay a minute longer. “I didn’t choose that song for the hell of it, you know?” You ask. “Stevie’s got a mean fucking range. Lord knows if I’ll be covering her again.” You grumble. And really, how high can the woman go with her rasp?

Eddie laughs, turning his head and glancing at the empty hallway before looking back to you, “Yeah, I know,” He softly replies.

You nod and he takes a deep breath, nodding towards your bag slung over your shoulder, “Listen to the tape.” He reminds you.

You tilt your head, clenching the strap of your bag before speaking, “Are you under the impression that this would make up for everything?” You ask.

And you don’t mean for it to sound harsh or hurt his feelings, but you have to let him know that if that’s what he’s hoping, then he’s wrong. This doesn’t fix everything. This doesn’t fix the confused feelings and the harsh words. It’s a start, but it’s not a finish as well.

And although Eddie’s expression falters, he shakes his head, “No. But I still want you to listen.”

You nod quietly, gazing at each other and wishing you could start on a different foot. You clear your throat, straighten your stance, and step back. “Good night, Eddie.” You softly say.

By the time you finish showering and getting ready for bed, the only thing running on your mind is the pending need to sleep. The maids had changed out the seats so they’re not doused with the ghost of Eddie’s cologne and shampoo— but you don’t go long with Eddie out of your mind because there’s a hard object that pokes into your arm when you settle into the bed.

You groan, twisting your arm around your frame to dig out the small object from below you, and when your fingers wrap around the plastic case, you immediately remember the task you’d had for tonight— listen to the tape.

The sleep that weighed down on your body is suddenly gone as you sit up to grab your walkman and headphones before settling back into the comfy sheets.

You try your best to ignore the swirling feeling of nerves and excitement in your gut as you put on your headphones and slip the tape in, but you find yourself nipping at the skin of your nails as the tape winds either way.

It’s silent for a moment, the sound of shuffling and the soft thud of what you think might be someone setting a glass down. There’s a clearing of a throat— it’s Eddie, you can tell— and your stomach twists in anticipation at the first ring of a piano chord.

The beginning chords are soft and slow, gentle enough to lull you to sleep if you sink into it, and the recording is so vivid that you can hear the dull thud of each key beneath the press of his fingers.

Your heart races when Eddie’s voice seeps into the melody. It’s a ballad, something Corroded Coffin doesn’t have much of, and you wonder why because the softness of Eddie’s voice is arguably one of the most heavenly sounds to have ever touched your ears.

I'm feeling a way, off some kinda drug

Maybe it's lust, maybe it's love

I know I said I'd straighten out a week ago

I'm fiending though, 'bout to reach my peak, you know

The city's got me falling now

It’s… fuck, it’s fucking good, and you haven’t even gotten to the chorus, but god, your heart skips a beat at the following line because it’s a direct callout to you.

I'm fading away, I'm losing my head

I know you said leave, but fuck what you said

As much as you wish you could say you hate it… you don’t.

Even though the song is about you and your twisted relationship with Eddie— which definitely aids to your feelings towards the track— it’s genuinely a good song. Which, okay, is slightly annoying, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as the song carries on.

The future's never looked so bright, it's blinding me

It's hard to see, I'm swimming through dopamine

Your body looks like heaven and

I wanna give up, I just wanna leave

I'm floating away, I'm caught in the breeze

The outro of the song comes and slows down, a softer sound than before filling your ears, and shit— you’re at the edge of your seat now because Eddie is singing so gently, and it has your mind swirling.

I can't believe this is happening

What did I do? What did she do to me?

…

Mending my brain again

Please don't give up on me

This hurts tremendously

How will this end for me?

When the song dies off, you can hear shuffling again before the track ends, and you’re left with spinning thoughts as you take your headphones off and let the silent and dark room envelope you.

You have to take a moment, yanking the string of the bedside lamp to light up the room so you can see your thoughts more clearly because— how do you feel? You’re not sure, honestly, and the thud of your heart beating in your chest only clouds your judgment even more because— isn’t this what you asked for? For Eddie to be open and honest with you, to tell you his true feelings and where he’s at when it comes to you. And is it enough?

Would it ever be enough for Eddie to give you one simple, stripped-down track to allow him the chance to mend what he’d ruined?

Your heart wants it to be enough, but realistically, it’s not. Eddie has only just begun his journey to forgiveness, and you have to remind yourself that it’s not wrong to be hesitant to let him in, neither is it bad for you to want him as badly as you do. You’re both learning, and you’re both trying to fix the damage that’s been done, and it might take time, but if you both want it— if Eddie really wants you— then the time and work it takes to fix things won’t be a bother.

You listen to the song two more times, maybe more than twice, and you let the words sink into your bones until you practically have it engraved into your mind, lulling yourself to sleep with the haunting echo of Eddie’s voice and words bouncing in the walls of your skull.

And in your dreams, you meet Eddie, and for the split second you have with him there, everything is perfect— and by the time you wake up, the ticking time bomb to make your choice is now louder than it’s ever been before.

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a/n: OMG HIII, you made it to the end again !!! i would just like to specify that the song eddie has written and sang for birdie in this chappy (23 x chase atlantic) is not entirely a nod towards their relationship! reader is not specifically 23 years old nor is she struggling with any type of substance abuse, the lines that were used in this chapter are the lines that actually adhere to them imo, OKAY I THINK U GET IT I'LL SHUT UP NOW.

also, this is not the last of the songs that eddie has written abt birdie btw🫣

i hope u enjoyed and i love love love reading any and all feedback as well as ur silly thots <3 AND AS ALWAYS, TY FOR READING, I LOVE U SO BIG MWAH <3

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Some cool Easter eggs I caught watching My Adventures with Superman that I want to show to people so they can be in on it with comic book readers pt2

Episode 1 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 3 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 4 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 5 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 6 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 7 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here and here

Episode 8 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 9 of My Adventure with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

Episode 10 of My Adventures with Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

(SPOILERS obviously):

An obvious one, but a classic, the "up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman!" line reference. This one never gets old.

Jimmy next name drops Flamebird. in the comics Nightwing and Flamebird were Kryptonian superheroes adopting their names from a species of Kryptonian birds. This is where Dick Grayson gets his Nightwing identity from. The page here is from Who's Who: The Definitive Directory of the DC Universe #17 (1986) drawn by Curt Swan and Karl Kesel.

At the climatic battle of part 2 of Adventures of a Normal Man, we see Leslie Willis become blue and look more like her traditional Livewire look. Her first appearance was in Superman the Animated Series, season 2 episode 5 "Livewire" where she was voiced by Lori Petty, a.k.a. Tank Girl. In the show Leslie was a shock jock radio DJ slinging hot takes live on air knocking down Superman a peg or two

Obviously MAwS took Leslie in a whole different direction, design choice, and occupation change, but I am excited to see what happens next for her.

Before we see Clark battle Leslie we see this guy. White hair, wears orange and black, its Slade Wilson a.k.a. Deathstroke. This fool here in like 20 to 25 years will have his life spiral out of control and get his ass kicked by a bunch of colorfully dressed teenagers.

Deathstroke makes his first appearance in New Teen Titans #2 (1980) (W: Marv Wolfman and George Perez, P: George Perez, I: Romeo Tanghal, C: Adrienne Roy, L: Ben Oda) where he is hired by H.I.V.E. to kill the Teen Titans. In the comics he's a major piece of shit, but a damn good assassin.

After the fight we see Supes clean up and he picks up a billboard that reads Amazotech.

This is a good reference to Professor Anthony Ivo, a mad scientist of the DC Universe who built the Amazo robot who could adapt and replicate any power that the Justice League has and weaknesses. Both Ivo and the Amazo robot make their first appearances here in Brave and the Bold #30 (1960) with the cover art done by Mike Sekowsky and Murphy Anderson.

At the end of the episode Slade name drops Task Force X better known as the Suicide Squad. The name "Suicide Squad" is from the Brave and the Bold #25 where it was the name of Rick Flag's unit in the military. The Suicide Squad pop culture knows first debuted in Legends #3 (1987) as seen below (W: John Ostrander and Len Wein, P: John Byrne, I: Karl Kesel, C: Tom Ziuko, L: Steve Haynie).

The team at this time was composed of Rick Flag, Bronze Tiger, Captain Boomerang, Deadshot, Enchantress, and Blockbuster. The team members have changed out with each new Task Force X/Suicide Squad iteration.

Behind Slade, here is Amanda Waller, the most fearsome woman in the DC universe. She's ruthless, politically powerful, and will not hesitate to blow up anyone in the Suicide Squad if they screw up. She makes her first appearance in Legends #1 (1987) same comic series in the previous picture. Very excited to see where My Adventures with Superman goes with this cuz you don't see Superman interact with Deathstroke or Suicide Squad all the often.

Link to Episode 1 of My Adventures of Superman Easter Eggs and references is here

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All I Want

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.4 K

Summary: Steve has left you alone for a week with no explanation. Will you let him back into your life?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. A lot of FLUFF Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. A slap on the face, organized crime, implied violent retaliation, Bucky’s arm injury implied, Steve simping for reader, reader watching porn, sloppy toppy, gagging, swallowing, coached masturbation, oral (m/f receiving) fingering, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is a bonus for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask and any other requests for a part 2 to Try a Little Tenderness. Here it is babes, I hope you like it as much as the first part. Happy New Year! 🍾

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Sam came, and he watched as you paced in your closed store the first day after the dust up at DUMBO. He told you minimal information, just that Bucky was alive and that he was going to stay there per Steve’s ‘request’ until he asked him to leave.

“I’m opening my store today.”

“No. You are not.”

Sam was usually nice, with that beautiful smile on display whenever he picked up Steve’s gifts. But now, he was steadfast.

You were hot. Not only at Steve for not telling you the whole story, but at everyone.

You couldn’t just sit around all day. You walked up to Sam and stood toe to toe.

“Take off that expensive jacket.”

You had an apron with the store logo in your hand.

Hours later, Sam took a break from helping you do store inventory to take a call. You kept working as he stepped into the back room. Then, you walked back to listen.

You peeked around your corner to see Sam letting out a sigh of relief.

“Good. At least that’s progress? He squeezed your hand?”

He paused.

“I know he has a long way to go, but you know Buck’s a fighter.”

“…Yes. Steve. I’m trying, but you know she’s stubborn…She’s okay. She’s a pistol, and she’s working me to death. She’s pissed at you though. At all of us. Yeah… I don’t think I can protect you from that. I’ll tell her it will be a while…”

You went back to your spreadsheet feeling some kind of way. Steve had time to call Sam, but not you. Okay.

Sam stepped out of the back room.

“Bucky’s alive. He was very badly injured, his left arm is…”

Sam paused, looking at you warily.

You looked back at him relieved, yet anxious at the same time.

“Let’s just say that he has a long road.”

You nodded and swallowed.

“What about Steve?”

You hated yourself for asking Sam. You should have been talking to Steve. But you couldn’t help it.

“He’s fine. Just has some… work to do right now.”

Your stomach dropped and you lifted your chin.

“What Steve does with his time has nothing to do with me, Sam. I don’t own him and he certainly does not own me.”

You were ready to fight.

“It’s not like we’re in a relationship. Steve’s fine, Bucky’s alive. So you can go now.”

You looked him in the eye so that he could get the message.

Sam shook his head.

“That’s not gonna happen Y/N.”

You glared at him.

“Tell your Boss that I’m sending you back.”

Sam advanced upon you, but you knew he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Learn this, Y/N. Steve’s not my Boss. He’s my friend, and just like Bucky, he’s my partner. I'm doing him a favor making sure you’re alright. That’s what friends do. You can’t send me back.”

You two stared at each other. This must be what it was like to have a brother.

“You know you’re very annoying.”

“Same, lady.”

You fought the urge to laugh and wanted to stick your tongue out at him.

“Get back to work. We have the entire stockroom to count.”

Sam shook his head and obliged.

Six days later, on Christmas Eve, the bell rang, signaling someone opening the door. You turned with a smile to greet the customer to see Steve standing there.

It was liked the wind was knocked out of you.

Steve stood there, staring at you, looking very tired, but with those same sparkling blue eyes. And he had the nerve to smile at you.

“Can I have the usual?”

He was a sight for sore eyes. You’d spent the week worried and frustrated, in addition to mad as hell. But he looked so damn good.

You walked over to Steve, and gazed up at him as he beamed down on you. You did the only thing you could think to do.

You slapped him.

“How dare you!”

Sam, who was in his apron behind the register, audibly gasped, because it didn’t end well with the last woman who slapped Steve. She’d ended up climbing out of a dumpster where Steve had unceremoniously placed her.

You looked over at Sam.

“Here is your friend, Sam. Talk to him. Because I certainly won’t.”

Steve’s heart was beating a mile a minute as he rubbed his face. That fire pent up inside you signaled a need for release. He watched you hungrily as you left, then turned back to Sam.

You stormed upstairs toward your apartment, hearing the beginnings of thier conversation.

“I thought we agreed to keep the store closed, Sam.”

“Well, the store’s owner might have a little to say to that. Have you ever tried to get her to do something she didn’t want to do?…”

You went upstairs, straight to the kitchen, reaching for your liquor cabinet. It was only noon, but you needed a drink.

You heard the door open behind you and did not turn around. You heard his steps into the kitchen, but you were immovable.

“Pour me one?”

You reached for a glass and slammed it down on the counter next to you, then poured some Uncle Nearest into it. You still didn’t look at him, but you shivered as he stepped behind you, nearly touching you to reach around for the glass, but only sharing his body heat.

“I deserve your anger, Ambrosia, But at the beginning, I genuinely thought that you knew who I was. I mean….”

You spun around, eyes full of fire, facing down Steve’s desire for you. And there was something else in his eyes. But you launched in nevertheless.

“At no time over dinner, or while you were sweet talking me into bed, did you mention that you were the head of an international crime organization. And then you put my business in danger. And apparently my life???”

Steve sighed and scrubbed his face.

“I know you’re angry, Baby, but you gotta listen to me.”

You closed your mouth and crossed your arms.

Steve’s face softened. At least you weren’t running away.

“I said at the beginning I thought you knew who I was. But then I realized that you didn’t know me as Steve Rogers the big bad dude, I was just that one customer who was sweet on you and sent gifts. And that made me fall for you even more.”

When he said ‘fall for you,’ your eyes went to his.

“Yeah, I said it.”

“Steve…”

You were trying to remain upset, but he was so sincere. Your resolve was weakening.

“Fall for me? You haven’t spoken to me in a week, Steve. You called Sam every day but…”

“I had work to do. Bucky was injured and he was touch and go. And I had to take care of… I had to take care of some things.”

He looked at you and slowed down.

“You had work to do? So did I. But you told me to close my store. You couldn’t have taken a few minutes to call, to text? I figured I didn’t mean as much to you as I thought.”

You looked down at your dirty chucks, and at Steve’s Ferragamos.

Steve moved closer and tilted your head up by your chin. The electricity from his fingers was almost too much.

“No, Ambrosia.”

Steve’s eyes were wild now, and desperate. He wanted you to understand so badly, but he knew it would seem outlandish.

“You mean so much more. I fell for you because there were no expectations. I kept buying you gifts and you kept sending them back. And I thought you didn’t want me. But then when I asked you on a date and you accepted, I realized that…”

“…That all I want is you.”

You looked up at him and bit your lip. Steve could hardly contain himself.

“I can listen to you, Steve. And I would have listened if you called.”

Steve leaned down and kissed your lips softly. He groaned when you yielded to him, opening your mouth and peeking out your little tongue. He wanted to ravage you, but first, you had to understand.

“You’ve got to know. You’ve got to know that you change me Ambrosia. With you I am a different man. I couldn’t call you because you make me weak.”

Steve kissed your frown and started talking again.

“With you, weak is a good thing. I am gentle, I am kind. I am patient.”

Steve looked into your eyes.

“I am in love.”

You gasped.

“Steve…”

“You gotta listen. When I left, all I could think about, besides Bucky, was you. Your smile, your wit, your laugh, your body. How it felt to make love to you. To be inside you. To make you cum. Do you remember, do you remember how it felt?”

You smiled and nodded, playing with the St. Christopher’s medal around his neck.

“Look at me. Do you remember? Use your words.”

You clenched at his command. And you obeyed.

“Yes, Steve. I remember. I was sore for three days.”

Your admission and the new huskiness in your voice made him pull you closer and you could feel the pulsing in his pants. You also felt his heart beating in his chest.

“Fuck, Ambrosia. You make me wanna ruin you again.”

The way you looked at him indicated that you wanted the same. Steve felt his knees almost give out. He chuckled.

“See? You make me weak in the knees. Thoughts of you make me soft. And for what I had to do, I couldn’t be. D’you understand?”

You tried to think rationally. You knew what he was saying without saying it. He had to do horrible things. You watched the news this past week. You knew what Steve was responsible for. But you didn’t care. Bucky was always nothing but kind to you. And he was Steve’s best friend.

You thought about what you would have done in this situation. You looked back up at Steve.

“I understand.”

You bit your lip again.

“And I am still standing here with you because it is too late for me to tell you to leave. I endured Sam sleeping on my couch for a week and protecting me because I love you too, Steve. I think I have been in love with you for months now. And then, last week...”

Your hands moved to slip his jacket off his shoulders, kneading them and feeling the tension there. Steve’s eyes sought yours again.

“You love me too?”

“Yes, are you tired?”

“Exhausted, but… You want me to stay?”

“Yes…”

Your hand was on the outside of Steve’s pants, grasping his hardness and making him groan, knowing that he was leaking in his underwear. His hands moved up your sides and lifted you up to sit on the counter.

He dove into your neck, inhaling your scent and giving you gentle kisses that made you arch your back and your breasts into his chests. Then, he started sucking hickeys into you as his hands came up to knead and grasp you, and to tease your nipples with his thumbs.

“All week I’ve gone to bed and woken up rock hard to visions of you. Didn’t wanna jack off. I need you Ambrosia. Need to see you cum again. Need to bury myself deep inside you. Need for you to hug me in all the ways. Need to see your beautiful body. Need to sleep with you in my arms. I’m tired. Tired of being without you.”

You nuzzled his ear, knowing that the only important thing right now was his need. And yours.

“Sounds like you need me to suck your dick.”

You felt bold because he wasn’t looking at you.

The man literally growled in your ear and then picked you up, still wrapped around him like a vine, and carried you to your bedroom. He sat you down on your bed and looked down on you as you looked up at him.

“What did you say?”

Steve made sure to hold your head up so you could look him in the eye. Your eyes watered as you licked your lips and took a deep breath.

“I said, I want to suck your dick.”

“That’s… what I thought you said.”

Steve continued to hold your head by your chin, and stuck his thumb in your mouth as he undid his pants. You squirmed as you got wet at the sound of his belt clanging on the floor and sucked his thumb like it was going out of style.

Steve could hardly catch his breath for anticipation and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He looked down at you as he pumped his massively hard cock in your face.

“I want to be very, very rough with you, but I’m not going to hurt you, Baby. You want this?”

Steve moved himself to within an inch of your lips.

“Please…”

You made to move closer, but he held you fast. You almost felt his dick jump when you saw it. You squirmed again.

“Can you take it?”

You managed to extend your tongue and collect the drops of precum on his tip, making Steve shiver as his blazing eyes looked down on you.

“Fuck my face…”

“Holy!”

Steve grabbed both sides of your head as you opened wide and accepted him into your mouth.

“That hot little mouth, holy shit, Ambrosia. How do you…”

You concentrated and allowed him to push past your tonsils to your throat, then suckled him as he pulled out, tracing your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. You ran your hands up his sides, tracing his v cut and abs upward under his shirt. Steve scrambled to take it off, and then pulled you off of him to take your shirt off.

“Where did you learn that?”

Steve raised his eyebrow as you grabbed for him again. He tried to be gentle, but you wouldn’t allow it, as you bottomed out again.

This time when you pulled off, gasping you said one word, “Porn,” and then started slurping sloppily again.

Steve stood there, head thrown back as you took his hips and went to town.

“Thank goodness for technology.”

You hummed your agreement, and then went for the gold.

“Ho-ho-holyyyyy. I’m gonna, fuckkkk Ambrosia, I’m gonna…”

You started gagging louder and finally, Steve took your head in order to use your mouth for his pleasure.

“It’s gonna be a lot… “

Steve was looking down on you with lust and you basked in it.

“You gonna swallow?”

You nodded eagerly, as Steve bared his teeth with an effort to hold back. You played with his balls, and he couldn’t anymore.

“Swallow like a good… fucking… girl…”

With those three thrusts, Steve sent a torrent of spend past your lips. You gulped it down and Steve thought he’d died and gone to heaven. He fell to his knees and you hugged him, assenting to his kiss so that he could taste himself on you.

“Thank you for that. Now I can think straight.”

He moved to push you back on the bed.

“So, my sweet Ambrosia has been watching porn, huh?”

“I missed you Steve. Missed your cock.”

Steve shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Baby. I’m so sorry.”

Steve was now taking off your shoes, pants, and panites. He kissed your thighs and spread your legs with his hands. He was looking deep into your intimate parts.

“My little sweet flower. Still so beautiful. But now she’s so sloppy.”

Those blue eyes looked at you, and your cheeks warmed.

“What happened?”

That deep voice.

“You know, Steve…”

“You like sucking my cock, yeah?”

“Yes, I do. Been dreaming of it.”

Steve grunted. His cock coming back to life at your words.

“You been touching yourself?”

“I have, but nothing compares to you. Didn’t know if I would see you again. Was thinking of getting a toy.”

Steve looked angry for a second.

“Never doubt, as long as I have breath in my body. You will see me again.”

His eyes flicked down your body, reminding you of possession.

“Show me how you touched yourself. I wanna watch. Will you let me watch you cum?”

You squirmed at the request.

“Ssteeevvveeee!”

“Don’t be shy. Look. I’ll join you.”

Steve leaned up on his elbow and started stroking his dick, making you wetter than you already were.

You bit your lip and slid your hands from your tits down your sides, one moving back up to play with your nipple, and the other finding your clit. You licked your lips as your fingers played in your slippery slit and lubricated your button. The sound was pornographic as your movements indicated how wet you were.

You watched as Steve opened his mouth and moved his hand faster.

“Put your fingers inside, baby. Pretend they’re mine.”

You shivered as you obeyed and your thumb tuned your body to a marvelous frequency with Steve watching. It was so erotic. You started to cum when Steve started moaning.

“How pretty. Y’look so pretty getting off. Pretty little fingers in that gorgeous hole. My sweet Ambrosia…”

He was descending toward your center, breath hot on your cunt. He inhaled deeply, taking in the essence of you.

“Let me be your toy…”

And his lips wrapped around your vibrating clitoris, sliding it between his lips quickly at first, causing you to jump, then, when his strong hands held your thighs open, he suckled it completely into his mouth and used his tongue to try and suck the life out of you.

You screamed and Steve slipped a finger inside your tight hole, thrusting gently at first, and then adding another finger and becoming more insistent in the quest for your orgasm.

You came very quickly, knees around his head before he pried them off and then held you open. Steve blew on your cunt to extend the sensations, and thrummed your clit while you begged him to stop. The quivers were extended as he came up and sucked your nipples, and pulling his hair only spurred him on longer.

When you finally, finally came down, your hoarse voice complained to,

“All my stars and heavens, Steve!”

“How can you be so fucking cute and so damn sexy at the same time. My dream girl.”

Steve kissed your forehead as you grabbed his cock and started pumping.

“Gimme.”

Steve tried to frown at you.

“So demanding.”

“Steve please.”

“You want this dick?”

Your breathy “Yes!” almost made him almost cum in your hand.

“You. Are going to be the death of me.”

Steve held your thighs in your hands and pushed them up beside you.

His stiff cock seemed to know the way home as he positioned himself at your entrance. He slid the thick head inside you as you keened as you knew his shaft was almost as thick.

“You okay, Baby?”

“Hnnngh.. Oh Steve…give me more…”

Steve almost exploded at your face and the way you were squeezing him.

“Okay.. I don’t really wanna… hurt…”

“Hurt me pleaseeeee.”

“Shiiiitttttttt.”

Steve slid into your very wet canal and stayed there as you wrapped all of your limbs around him as you got used to his girth again.

“I-I-I can’t… I’m gonna cum… inside… I can’t… you’re gripping me so… so so tight…”

“Mmmmmmghhh! Give me!”

And Steve started moving, slowly at first, and as you urged him on, faster and deeper.

“I had plans for how I was gonna… fuck…”

“Oh my god… Steve, I’m…”

“I wanted to go nice and slow… ohhhhhh…”

When he felt you quiver around him was when he started cumming.

“Fuck! It’s too soon… oh my god you feel so good…”

Steve buried his face into your neck, huffing and puffing as his cum spurted out of him and into your warm goodness. You felt every splash of his hot ejection inside you and briefly considered the consequences.

So did Steve.

“Oh shit, I came inside you.”

Steve looked pretty pleased with himself. You had to laugh.

“I can’t with you, Steve.”

“I believe you just did.”

You both chuckled as he kissed you and collapsed on the bed.

Steve pulled you close.

“Sam is probably down there dealing with customers…still got bills to pay. The lights, the mortgage…”

You were dumping the last thoughts out of your head as you were falling asleep.

“Not the mortgage anymore. Valkyrie bought it from Wells Fargo…”

Steve sighed and kissed you on the forehead, exhaustion finally catching up with him.

“Oh, ” You replied as you snuggled closer to him.