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afewproblems · 1 year

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For the writing prompts - steddie, 3. “I’m not jealous” or 31. “You weren’t supposed to laugh!”? Pls & Ty

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Thank you so much @steddierthings for your lovely prompt! I chose number 3, "I'm not Jealous" (I was trying to get both prompts but just couldn't come up with a solid enough idea for the two of them)

This is partly inspired by this post that I read recently but I really like this idea and I do hope that you enjoy!

This was the last straw, Gareth thinks to himself, his face in his hands, fingers dangerously close to plunging themselves into his eyes.

“I can’t take it anymore man,” Gareth groans as Jeff takes a seat at their favorite table. It’s tucked away into the far corner of the Hideaway, the thick shiny veneer has been dulled over the years and the honey wood beneath is covered in thick layers of graffiti and carved initials. Jeff is particularly proud of the Metallica logo he painstakingly free-drew out on one of the corners while the bartender wasn’t looking.

Jeff snorts as his gaze travels to Eddie at the bar before falling back to Gareth, who has dropped his hands in favour of glaring at the back of their friend.

"If I have to hear him fuckin' harp about Harringtons perfect lips one more time I swear I'm going to lose it," he mutters before taking one last pull on the nearly empty bottle in front of him. Gareth winces at the taste of warm beer as he swallows the dregs and puts the bottle down a tad harsher than he means to.

Jeff rolls his eyes and smirks, "I don't think it's going to stop anytime soon dude, he's too much of a chicken-shit to actually do anything about it," he shrugs and takes a swig of his own beer, "besides, you remember him after the senior swim meet?"

"Oh my Goood," Gareth groans and drops his head to the sticky table surface, "he didn't shut up about that swim suit, or his moles, for a fucking month".

Now admittedly, Gareth could appreciate that Steve Harrington was hot, he had eyes in his head after all.

But he just couldn't understand this sudden resurgence of Eddie's very vocal pining from afar.

After the whole business with poor Chrissy, the man-hunt that left Gareth and Jeff incredibly spooked, and the sudden earthquakes that swallowed much of their small town, Eddie had come back to their band with a gaggle mismatched party members that trailed after him like lost puppies -including Steve Harrington.

Now, Robin Buckley and Nancy Wheeler made sense. Robin was one of their own -a band geek, sheep adjacent in her own right and Nancy was Mike's sister, whip-smart and twice as scary.

But Steve, former jock and King of the hallways of Hawkins high?

It made no sense.

But, he had been there for Eddie through it all apparently. Steve had sat at his bedside in the hospital, trading off with Wayne and Dustin to let them go home for a rest while they waited for Eddie to wake up. He had brought over food to the Munson's new trailer to help while Eddie was still recovering, and even offered to host their renewed Hellfire nights at the Harrington House rather than the school.

As much as Gareth hated to admit it, Steve Harrington actually seemed to have turned into a decent dude.

Which brings him back to the issue at hand.

"I just don't get why he won't shut up about him man," Gareth says with a sigh, he looks over at Jeff who is busy rolling his eyes and looking for an empty spot on their table to tag with his pen.

"I mean, you would if you've ever been hopelessly in love with someone before," Jeff says with a shrug before elbowing Gareth sharply as Eddie makes his way back to the table with three beers.

Oh…well shit.

"Maybe he just needs a little push," Gareth hums under his breath to Jeff as Eddie plunks the bottles down and slides them across the table toward them.

"What are we talking about?" Eddie asks as he takes a seat on one of the mismatched chairs on the far side of the table, he looks between Jeff and Gareth expectantly with a crooked grin.

Gareth takes the new bottle in front of him and tears at the slightly damp paper label with his nail, as a new thought blooms, he turns to meet Jeff's eyes with a grin and lets the thought travel through their gaze.

I have a plan.

No.

Dude, trust me!

Jeff shakes his head and hides a smile behind his beer as he takes another swig.

"We were just talking about the next Hellfire meeting, maybe we can sweet talk Harrington into hosting again for us," Gareth says, trying to keep his voice level, he leans forward on his elbows and ignores the sigh that escapes Jeff beside him.

Eddie brightens slightly and smiles for a moment before it disappears as his eyes narrow suspiciously, "probably," he says after a beat, "why?"

"No reason," Gareth hums again as innocently as he can manage, "Steve's great, it'll be cool to catch up on how the Hoosiers are doing, that's all".

Eddie freezes across the table and Jeff kicks Gareth's leg, hard, he fights off a wince at the impact and kicks back.

"I uh," Eddie stutters out as he slowly seems to gain his movement back, "I didn't know you liked Basketball".

Gareth waves his left hand and drops his gaze back to the bottle in his right, trap set.

"I don't follow it that closely, that's why it's nice to talk to Steve about it," he lies.

Gareth has no interest in Basketball and has not in fact spoken to Steve much, outside of thanking him for hosting their last session. He can feel Jeff's gaze boring into the side of his face, it's one lie, one little white lie and it's for a good purpose, right? For love!

He tries not to let Eddie's somber face eat away at him for the rest of the night.

It's at the next Hellfire night that Gareth decides to kick things up a notch despite Jeff's warnings.

"Just don't do anything really stupid man," Jeff tells him over the phone before the game. It wasn't like it was malicious, Eddie just needed a little push in the right direction.

Maybe a big push.

Gareth takes a deep breath as he walks into the kitchen of the Harrington house, he'd never been here himself during the wild party phase King Steve had been infamous for and he can see why it was the central hub for the popular crowd.

The kitchen itself is massive and the in-ground pool outside the window seems like it would be fun in the summer without the chill of April winds and the tarp covering it.

Steve is in the kitchen talking with Eddie, he's wearing a slightly oversized forest green sweater and tight blue-jeans which --even Gareth catches himself staring a little too long at. Focus.

He's bent over the oven and putting something on a cookie sheet onto the middle rack before standing back up and closing the door. Steve takes off the floral oven mitts and sweeps his wild hair away from his heat-flushed face. Eddie seems to be listening but his eyes are just slightly glazed over and lingered far too long on the swell of Steve's jean-clad ass as he bent over.

"Hey man," Gareth calls out from the kitchen entrance, he ignores the way Eddie freezes again before slumping into a pout.

"Oh hey," Steve says, his voice tinged with slight surprise, "you excited for the session tonight?"

Gareth nods and siddles up closer to the pair, he leans around to take a peek at the oven behind them and sniffs the air exaggeratedly, "oh what did you make for us this time Harrington? I swear, if you cooked for me like that every day I'd die a happy man".

A pretty pink blush blooms over Steve's cheeks and ears as he fumbles with one of the oven mitts, and Okay, if Eddie doesn't make a move soon maybe….

No. Focus up man.

Steve's large hazel eyes flick from Gareth to Eddie so fast he almost misses it.

"Uh, I mean, it's just some pizza rolls, I didn't actually have time today," Steve mumbles with a shrug, he doesn't seem to notice the furious glare that Eddie shoots Gareth's way, too busy turning around to set the timer on the little plastic egg on the counter.

"Next time, I'm sure," Gareth says with a smile, knocking his shoulder into Steves and leaning into his space, a startled high pitched laugh bubbles out of Steve who shrugs again.

Eddie reaches out and slings an arm around Steve's shoulders, tugging him slightly away from Gareth and into Eddie's space. He watches, fascinated as Steve relaxes slightly into Eddie's hold.

"Stevie here does such a good job taking care of us," Eddie says sweetly into Steve's ear, he may as well have pissed in a circle around the kitchen and told Gareth to back off and eat glass, it doesn't go unnoticed the way Steve seems to bask in the attention -to Gareth anyway.

Ah well, in for a penny.

"How is it that someone hasn't snatched you up yet Harrington? He cooks, he cleans, he hosts game nights? Like a regular Carol Brady or something," Gareth asks, his voice almost wavers as Eddie's hackles rise. Eddie's normally soft brown eyes have hardened and he's looking at Gareth as though trying to figure out if he could actually get away with kicking him in the shin, or somewhere slightly higher.

But then all at once Eddie sags, he abruptly drops his arm from Steve's shoulder and stomps out of the kitchen leaving Steve and Gareth alone as the back door slams shut.

Well shit.

Steve's eyebrows crinkle together worriedly as he bites his bottom lip, his eyes trained on the back door, "that was mean," he says softly before finally shifting his gaze to meet Gareth's surprised face, "I know what you were trying to do, but I don't think he was really ready to talk about it yet man," Steve continues with a shake of his head before seemingly steeling himself.

Steve breathes out a long sigh and hands Gareth the oven mitt in his hand without looking at him, "that timer is going to go off in about eight more minutes, just flip them when it goes off and then put them back for another ten".

And with that Steve steps around him to follow Eddie out the door.

"I told you not to do anything stupid man," Jeff's voice floats into the kitchen from the hall, Gareth resists the urge to knock his head into the wall beside him.

"I know, I know," he mumbles as Jeff takes the spot that Eddie and Steve had vacated, "I should probably go apologize, can you watch these?" Gareth gestures towards the oven as he hands over the mitts.

Jeff's nods and rolls his eyes again as he leans back against the counter, "I better hear groveling dude," he calls out as Gareth makes his way towards the back door, "don't think Eddie wouldn't kill your character just to spite you!"

Gareth walks a little faster at the thought.

Without a porch light the yard is dark but for the pale moonlight that stretches over the lawn and patio. He makes his way down the stairs but pauses as soft voices reach his ears.

"I'm not, I'm not jealous man," Eddie scoffs, his voice comes out in a sharp growl.

"No, Eds, that's not what I'm saying--"

"Why would I be jealous, I don't own you, you can date or screw whoever you want Harrington," Eddie says again, his voice now bitter and soft.

There's silence for a moment before Steve speaks slowly, "whoever I want huh?"

"Be my guest," Eddie scoffs again.

Gareth tip toes over, closer to the corner of the house and crouches down beside the bushes before peeking around the corner, just in time to see Steve step forward and slowly cup Eddie's face before leaning in to kiss him.

Gareth resists the urge to cheer in relief, but it's a near thing.

Eddie is frozen for a moment before he seems to come back to himself, his hands rise up to thread into Steve's hair and around the small of his back as Eddie walks them backwards into the side of the house, he presses Steve against it drawing out a surprised gasp which Eddie swallows with a please hum.

Gareth takes this as his queue to back away slowly and tip toe back up the stairs, no need to add voyeurism to his list of crimes for the day.

When Steve and Eddie do finally return to the kitchen, Steve's hair is in complete disarray and his lips are nearly as red as his flushed cheeks. Eddie grins widely, radiating happiness, and saunters in with his arm loosely draped around Steve's waist.

Eddie spots Gareth hovering awkwardly near the oven, Jeff pays neither of them any mind as he takes out their treats from the oven and asks Steve for a hand plating everything for the kids in the living room. Steve smiles knowingly at Jeff, his eyes trail over to Eddie and Gareth once before he snags a platter from the cupboard and leads Jeff to the farthest side of the kitchen.

"I suppose I have you to thank for that?" Eddie says quietly, the rising volume in the living room teases the arrival of the kids at any moment.

"Yeah, look I'm sorry man--"

Eddie waves him off and claps him on the back with a small smile, "eh, it's fine, I needed a little push, wasted a lot of time thinking I didn't deserve everything I wanted," he says softly.

Eddie snorts suddenly and a playful grin blooms over his face as he brings up his hand to poke Gareths chest, "Besides, I'm your DM remember? I can throw an ancient red dragon at you guys next time and tell the kids it's your fault".

Eddie cackles as he leaves Gareth in stunned silence to join Steve and Jeff on their way into the hallway. He slips his hand into Steve's back pocket as he joins them.

Gareth groans quietly, and starts mentally writing out a new character backstory, he has a feeling his current Elf Ranger wasn't going to last that much longer.

#steddie #afewproblems answers #afewproblems writes #steddie prompts #steve harrington #eddie munson #mutual pining #eddie munson is a lil possesive and we love that for him #steve harrington is a sweetheart #gareth tries his best #gareth and jeff are supportive friends #gareth had good intensions and shit execution #hellfire club #steve x eddie #getting together

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steveshairychest · 1 year

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Hopper has been Steve's honorary father figure for years.

He's the first person Steve goes to for advice. They sit on the front porch of Hopper's cabin and smoke together in silence whenever Steve's had a bad day. Hopper knows if he sits with him long enough Steve will tell him what's wrong, he knows Steve needs a minute to gather what he wants to say.

Whenever Steve's parents come home, Hopper sets up the pull out couch and Steve spends the week with him and El. Steve spends some nights on the floor in El's room gossiping amd giggling like he's a teenage girl and not a grown man. Hopper brings them both hot chocolates and tells them to go the fuck to sleep because he has work in the morning, they just laugh at him.

Then Hopper and El move in with the Byers and Hopper starts to notice that Steve doesn't come around as much. He comes over for dinner on Sunday nights and drops El and Will home from school and waves at Hopper from the car, but he rarely comes inside. It worries Hopper. He doesn't want Steve to think that because he's with Joyce he can't come over, he's still his boy and he wants all his family together.

Joyce is the one to invite Steve over for coffee one afternoon and she tells him straight up. "You're family, Steve. You are always welcome here and you can stay as long as you need. Hop's had a room all done up for you since we moved into this place. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he misses you." She holds him for as long as he needs when the cracks finally break and he starts to cry. She wonders how long it's been since he was hugged by his own mother, or if she ever even hugged him, and the thought causes her to pull him in tighter.

Joyce helps Steve with his Christmas present for Hopper.

He had come to her and nervously paced around the kitchen with the papers in his hand, unsure of himself and needing her advice. He'd alreadly spoken to El about it and she had hugged him so tight his bones ached afterwards. Joyce could understand why he was so nervous, it was a big deal, but she knew that Hopper would want it more than anything. She tells him this, she puts her hands on his shoulders to stop his pacing and tells him that the present will probably make Hopper cry. Steve laughs at that, a big wet laugh because he'd started crying again during his panic induced pacing. Joyce pats his cheek lovingly and tells him to set the table for dinner.

Hopper does cry.

Steve saved his present for last and he'd nearly chickened out but Jonathan had grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him back into his seat when he'd tried to slip out of the room, he gave him an encouraging smile and held up his camera. Hopper stares at the papers with tears in his eyes, his hands shaking a little as he signs his name on the dotted line. Joyce was crying and holding El's hand as she cried a little as well, it was a big, sappy sob fest and Jonathan took pictures of everyone's ugly crying face.

The present was adoption papers, Steve had gotten them the year before when his parents had practically disowned him. Hopper signed them without question while Steve sat next to him, crying as well.

#long post sorry !!!#but i saw lots of dad hopper posts today and i was possesed to write this #stranger things #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #jim hopper #hopper as steves dad

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askatrigenderlgbt · 10 months

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Marvel Prompt🤍🩷🩵🖤🤎❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

(Tony has been injured, taking a bullet for Clint. It thankfully didn't hit any dangerous areas, but it did come close to the Arc Reactor- startling his team badly. Clint can't help but puppy guard him for a while, unable to stop seeing tony falling to the floor bleeding. Steve can't help but follow Tony around as much as possible- to afraid of losing him, especially before confessing his feelings for the genius.)

Tony: *On the couch, irritated* Do I have to lay here?

Clint: *Sitting on the floor in front of Tony* Yep, you just stay there and let Steve cuddle you! Please, for us? *Gives the puppy eyes look, the one people feel to guilty to say no to*

Tony: ...Fine.

Steve: *embarrassed and flustered* I'm sorry Tony, I just... j-just...

(Steve struggles to find the words he needs. In the end he can only bury his face back into Tony hair, nuzzling his entire form even closer to Tony's body somehow.)

Steve: I can't say it right now Tony, but believe me when I say I can't stand to see you hurt again like that. I hate when you're hurt at all.

Tony: *Confused, oblivious, and concerned* Alright Cap, you can hold me as long as you want. Take your time on whatever you have to say too, I can wait. *Glances at Clint* you can stay too, you know? As long as you desire, Birdbrain... Want to hold my hand?

(Tony offers Clint his hand, which he happily takes. Steve is happy too, grateful that Tony was understanding. Then the other Avengers decided to join them, setting themselves around Tony.)

Tony: *Sighs* Well it's now a party in here, can I at least have a drink?

Natasha: *Hands over a glass of chocolate milk*

Tony: *Deadpan stare* ...Thanks. Also, why?

Hulk: No bad drink today, only safe ones. *Gently pats Tony's head*

Steve: Hulk is right, you shouldn't drink right now Tony. You're one some strong medicine and being drunk isn't going to help you heal anyway.

(Tony pouts, but settles as he drinks the chocolate. Thor comes over with snacks for Tony, things that won't be too hard on his stomach. The medication is making him feel great, but he doesn't feel hungry much.)

Thor: Eat SHIELD brother! You need your strength to recover your wounds! Steve would be saddened if you had to stay down much longer.

(Tony's attention was caught on what Thor said.)

Tony: Why would- Steve, why would you be sad if I'm benched for awhile anyway, besides me being an important part of the team?

Steve: *Blushing, he mumbles his words.*

Tony: Could you say that again? I didn't hear you, and I don't have super hearing like you do.

Steve: *Blushing red now, blurts out his answer.* I-I love you!

(Five whole, silent, seconds pass by.)

Tony: *Blushes* I like you too, Steve.

Steve: *Bolts up, staring at Tony's face* Really!?

Tony: *Hiding his face in his hands* Yeah...

Clint: Do you love me, Tony? *Teasing*

Tony: *Blushing harder* Y-Yeah.

(Clint froze, staring at Tony with disbelief. A blush slowly making way on his face.)

Hulk: Little Tony like all of us?

Tony: *Gives a small squeak* Y-Yes, okay! I like all of you, each of you having traits that make you wonderful! *So red at this point*

Avengers: ...

( They bring Tony down off the couch, rearranging themselves so they could cuddle their precious genius.)

Avengers: *internally* No one shall take Tony from us. No one.

If anyone wants to write this as a fanfic you have complete permission, I only ask you link me the story so I can read it!

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justjams2003 · 2 years

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A/N: Hello everyone. I just want to thank you all so much for your support so far. I really am enjoying writing these for you guys. Once again, request are open. And this one was requested by @cotton-candy-clouds-26. So thank them for this one. If I get any of the names of the drugs wrong, I apologise. There aren't a lot of articles atm as the movie only came put 4 days ago. So, please bear with me. This story also plays into my first fic with Steve

Summary: Jeff got to use N-40 with Y/N. Afterwards he can't help but want to do so once more. When he mentions so to Steve, Steve gets furious. Dosing him with Darkenfloxx and calling Y/N to watch.

Warnings: Drug abuse, Mention of sex, alluding to sex, slight mention of smut, over-possesiveness, over-protective. (Tell me if I miss any)

Pairing: Steve Abnesti x reader, slight Jeff x reader

Word count: 1,2K+ words

Unedited, please comment for mistakes.

Steve had vowed to never test N-40 on you with another person ever again. However, he did do it once. That would time would now continuely come to bite him in the ass. You had slept with a man you came to learn as Jeff. He isn’t as protective on you as Steve, but when he falls, he falls hard.

After all, who wouldn’t want you? You’re very attractive, many of the guys there would come together at times. Just to discuss the girls there. It might be a bit weird, but they’re all criminals, they’re bound to do something strange from time to time. And your name always comes up in those discussion.

Jeff knows about this, about this thing they do. He tries to avoid it as much as possible. He’s convinced himself that he would never stoop that low. That he would protect you from those men. Even if it was just your name, he would defend the mention of you.

Though, a man has his needs and the body is something we rarely truly ever control. He’d wake up from Steve’s voice hammering in his head. Just to look down and see the heat in his pants. And to remember the dreams he might have just had of you.

Therefore, when Steve called his name to the testing rooms, his heart leapt a little. The memory of the things you two had done consuming his mind. The hope that at some point he would get to experience it again. To feel you around him, screaming his name. It isn’t sinister in his eyes. You both consented to the drugs.

“Hey Steve?” Jeff calls out after sitting in the room for some time. “Yes Jeff?” Steve answer, glad he didn’t have to listen to whatever Mark was saying. “Is Y/N coming?” He asks, looking from the chair opposite him and back to the glass. Steve’s blood boils at even the mention of you.

It takes everything not to storm in there and strangle him. Why on earth was he even thinking about you? Especially in the way his voice was suggesting. You are his and only his. He’s claim you several times and it took all his willpower not to do it in every room of the compound. To show every single person you are his.

Though, that wold mean that other people would see what is his. They would get to see your round tits jump the way he liked so dearly. They would see the divine core you hold. They would get to see how your body spasm against him as you unleashed yourself against him. And that is a spectical for him only.

"Why do you ask?" Steve is gripping the mic with all his might, the table bending ever so slightly under his other hand. Jeff gives a cheeky smug and shrugs his shoulders. "She's a pretty girl." His words are like daggers stabbing Steve in the eardrums.

His whole plan shifts. He can't beat Jeff until death like he would wish. Steve still has to play charming, his mission relies closely on Jeff and earning his trust. How Steve dearly regrets choosing him now. Yet, deep down Steve knows this would've happened with anyone paired with his Y/N.

"You know how it is? Can't help but want a pretty girl like her." Jeff jokes around more, noticing the drawn out silence between them. However, his words only causes Steve to spiral more. Was Jeff really worth it? He could start over with any one of them.

On the other hand, his Obedix trial would have to start over. That would set him so far back in time. Time he didn't want you spending with men like this. Plus, he'd be able to punish his kind with so much more ease. "Steve, are you okay?" This time it's Mark's voice.

Steve’s head snaps to the side. His slight curl following him close after. "Yeah- slight change of plans. He has I-18 in his mobipack, right?" Steve’s voice is much darker than he would like to come off as. Mark is easy enough to manipulate, yet also gets scared off so quickly. And it is a pain to coarse his back each time.

Mark's adamsappel bobs as he swallows thickly while he nods. "It hasn't been tested yet-" he begins to ramble up excuses. Just as quickly, Steve forces him to shut up. "Then I suppose we should start." His throat is dry and his smile doesn't reach his eyes. In those crystal blue eyes is only anger.

"No, sorry Jeff. The single chair room is being used right now. Drip on for I-16?" He asks, trying to sound like his usual self. Jeff scuffles a bit in his seat before replying with the usual, "Acknowledge." Steve turns to Mark and shows him to turn up the flow.

So he does, the black line twirling up to a 20%. Jeff gasps at the feeling. Then his legs starts bouncing, he wrings his hands together. "Wors Jeff." Steve’s sentence is short and snappy with him. This might just be an anger jab, but even those have scientific evidence in them. Steve flings open his notepad, scribbling away at his findings.

Jeff's voice is shakey and already raw. "I don't feel well Steve. I don't like this." Steve shoots and eye at Mark, silently telling him to add more Verbaluce. "I feel nauseous, my head is spinning, there is a gutted feeling in my body." Jeff's words start flowing. That was until he stood up, rand over to the trash can and started throwing up.

That definitely makes Steve smile. "More." He does not feel like speaking, his fingers are writing just as fast as things are happening. Mark does what he's told and pumps the Darkenfloxx all the way to 45%. Jeff begins pacing, shifting all over the place. Bounces from one wall to the next. Whispering about the utter anxiety he's feeling.

"Mark do me a favour?" Steve smiles at the sight of Jeff suffering. "Call Y/N in and then stay outside." The man next to him's eyebrows furrow. But with no want to get in trouble, he does as he's told. It doesn't take long, after the other day you're always looming close to Steve.

You open the door, knocking as you pop just your head in. "Steve? You called?" Your voice sounds like a butterfly's wings on the wind. And your smile can be compared quite the same. The mentioned man lights up at the sight and he beckons you over.

You look to see the person in his testing chambers. The sight of Jeff forces a slight gasp to escape your lips. He is sweaty, pale and his eyes are darting everywhere. "What did he do?" You ask, not why Steve is doing this. You trust his judgement, he always acts with good reason.

As he comes closer, he takes you by the hips and places you in his lap. "I don't want you anywhere near him ever again." He commands, his voice darker than usual. He is normally so friendly with you. Taking time to be gentle and catering to your every need. Now, he seems more upset and from what you can tell, frustrated.

You cock your head to the side, "Why?" His grip on your hips tighten. Most likely to be bruising the next day. His leg starts bouncing ever so slightly and just jaw muscles clench wildly. "You want to know why?" He sounds very clearly angry that you don't just accept his words.

Steve starts pushing buttons and then the recording of Jeff talking about you pops up. Your heart leaps into your throat and you grab onto Steve’s blazer. You were only ever kind to Jeff, in fact you rarely even spoke with him. Why would he sexualise you so?

Steve grabs your jaw and pulls you to look him in the face. "You see? I only ever care about your well-being. Don't question me next time." He's much more angry with you that you would ever like him to be. You shake a bit, you only want to be good for him.

All you can do is nod. Your voice likely to betray you. To sob and beg for his forgiveness. Of course, he is protecting you. He always is. Its foolish of you to ever even thinking otherwise.

He then forces you to look at the experiments room. Jeff is shaking wildly. Not to mention he seems to be screaming in agony. Begging for someone to stop the pain. Stop the drip. Stop his life. Anything to make that sudden huge wave of anxiety stop.

"See what I do to people who disrespect you?" He grunts in your ear. Holding you so close you can feel your heartbeats colliding. Once again you can only nod. Scared a whimper of guilt might escape your lips. "You're mine. And mine only." He growls, taking your lips into his.

When you come up for air you can't help but agree. "I'm all yours, Steve." Your lips are swollen and puffy. Though that doesn't stop you. Heck, with Jeff's screams of agony, it makes you horny. Your kiss becomes more urgent, more needy.

Your legs wrapping around Steve's waist and your arms gripping onto his hair. "Let me shut him up before I fuck you silly. He might just kill himself before we start." Steve stops you shortly. Giggling at the thought. Even if it is grim, he's your Steve and you can't help but laugh with.

#spiderhead #spiderhead netflix #steve abnesti x reader #steve abnesti #possesive love

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depressedtheatrekiddo · 5 months

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You know sometimes a video of an enby person appears in my fy and it's sometimes like that thing people do so their chest is flat like when you don't have a binder and wear a baggy t-shirt and keep arranging because your sports bra is good but not that good?

I showed my subconscious (the raccoon man, aka Eddie Munson)

And he said (I swear I heard him say it)

"You don't need to do that you have a shit vertebral column and shit posture"

And man

That's true

But

😭😭

#I swear I heard him #okay?#I'm very okay #they're possesing me guys #(I don't really complain about it)#was listening to maneater bc I have week exams in a few days and I saw I SAW IN MY MIND Steve Harrington.#queer and enby Steve has all my heart #and they were dancing maneater with Chrissy #shoutout to me for imagining freaking awesome things but haven't touched a google docs in months because ✨ school stress ✨#eddie munson #steve harrington #(🥓ause she was with me in the tags)#so kinda stranger things #stranger things #enby stuff #it's me #that's it #have a good day <3

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bewarethegrim · 1 year

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Rereading some of Pete Wentz's old blog posts and found the most harringrove entry.

[noone ever fell in love with anyone because of empty pockets or red splotched eyes. drove around for hours tonight just to keep myself from feeling anchored. weighed down. to keep my mind off thinking about what kids like me deserve. desperation isnt a strong enough word (but it will have to do). my wrists are only black and blue cause i don’t got the balls. nothing gets you ready to have every single word dissected and put under a microscope. i got ringing in my ears but none on my fingers. i got sunsets in the veins on my wrists. we’re not just falling in love anymore, we’re demanding it. im the latest bloomer (dried out my wet dreams and saved them for a rainy day). i can still see you standing on my front porch- slowed my own thoughts down to a single blade of grass. you couldnt catch my eye cause i was too busy rolling them. the buttons on one side of your coat that wouldnt snap on the other side. they were just for fashion not for function you told me. you were pretty for a boy. it made me laugh when i thought of it, im sorry i wasnt laughing at what you were saying. it makes me laugh still- when im driving around for hours at night. id love to swerve off and blame it on the fog, but ive been talking on these roads too much lately. theyd spill all my secrets. this city won’t let me go.]

This first half is Billy, talking about how he feels stuck in Hawkins. His thoughts a cycle of the slurs and insults his dad throws at him, and the shameful fact that his dad isn't wrong. He looks at Steve and thinks he's pretty, and it makes him want to die but at the time time it makes him want to laugh because who would've thought his old man would be right? But he chooses to laugh because that's just easier. He drives, he drives too fast, and he thinks about how easy it would be to lose control. Just another tragic accident, but is anyone suprised? Tragic deaths are what kids like Billy deserve.

[im sure theyd lock me up somewhere if anyone saw me at 23 sneaking into cemetaries. taking pills to make me feel okay sleeping in the grass just above you. the sirens find me at the first light. my lips cracked and dried from the tears, i'll probably die a cliche. flash the lights to kissing boys. provocative. i promise you i wont ever have another afternoon like when we used to sneak out of school and drive the lakeshore. noone will ever sound as cool as you. we built cool. we made up style. we set the standard and theyre all just trying to live up to it. if theres nobody who thinks like us anymore. untouchable is unlovable. you always have me humming in my head just out of key. i bought an alarm clock just so i could hit the snooze button. whats the point in getting out of bed anymore if you only get out to say you did. if you could love the biggest fraud or the best liar- then im your prince. i was made just for fashion not for function.]

The second half is Steve. He finds the letter years after Billy has died. But as he reads it over and over again, he can't help but feel like it's not complete. So he sits down at Billy's grave like he so often does and he writes. Be writes how he feels like he's empty, unlovable and broken. Hidden behind years of lies and NDAs, no one could ever know the real him. He could never explain the scars, the nightmares, the paranoia. He finds solace in his memories of warm days spent with Billy at the Quarry. Billy telling him tales of California, and promising he'd take Steve to the beach, a real beach, once he'd saved up enough money to move back home. An event that never happened because Billy died before he could. He died in the town he felt stuck in and now he was truly stuck forever, under the grass and dirt below Steve's feet. Steve wonders how long it'll take him to join Billy down there?

#steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #bewarethegrim #stranger things #tw suicide #tw death #tw suicidal thoughts #tw child abuse #TW homophobia #this is really sad #Pete wentz stop being gay and sad challenge #i saw this on twitter and then the ghost of emo days past possesed me and now its been written #someone go back to 2009 and hug pete please #hes so sad

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momotonescreaming · 3 months

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You can blame the STWG for this one. T | 743 words | Established Stomarol

“Did you hear that Wheeler chick has a crush on you?” Tommy says absent mindedly, looking over at Steve from his place reclining on his bed, throwing a baseball into the air. It’s casual, effortless, in one smooth motion. Steve follows it with his eyes, the curl of Tommy’s hand, the flick of his wrist, the expanse of freckled skin on display as his sleeve rides up. Lets his gaze drift across his body, from his hands to his arms, to his chest and up to his face. Soaking it all in. He gets to look, knowing Tommy’s looking back.

“No way, Tommy.” Steve snorts, although not unkindly. He picks up one of Tommy’s tapes, stops flicking through the stack, and focuses his attention on him. “Stop kidding around. There’s no way I’m her type.”

“I’d argue you’re everyone’s type,” Tommy smirks, throwing the baseball again, catching it in such a way he can show off his biceps. The flex of muscle. He knows Steve will look. Wants him to, in fact. “You’re mine. You’re Carol’s.”

And oh, Steve thinks. Isn’t that nice to hear. A warmth spreads inside him, sweet and sticky like honey, coating his insides. He belongs to Tommy, and Carol, and TommyAndCarol — and they belong to him in return. He grips the tape tighter, feeling the plastic creak underneath the palms of his hands, his calloused fingers. “Well in that case I don’t need to worry about if I’m anyone else’s type. I’ve already got the only two that matter.”

The flush immediately spreads across Tommy’s cheeks, pink and pretty and perfect as it smothers his freckles. Steve likes having this affect on him. Didn’t think he would, didn’t think this was an option, but now that he has it he doesn’t want to let it go.

“That so?” Tommy replies, letting the baseball drop off the side of his bed. It thumps against the carpet, but neither of them care where it lands. He doesn’t look, doesn’t worry about it hitting anything, just keeps his eyes on Steve. Inhales, polo shirt straining against his chest, legs propped up on the bed. Lets his legs dip, spreading wider, jeans pulling against him. Bites his lip, just slightly, drawing Steve’s eye to the pink plush of his lips.

“I don’t think you need a reminder,” Steve says, voice dropping low, licking his lips as he looks over at Tommy, displaying himself for Steve. Waiting. Like something ready to be eaten. He puts the tape down on top of Tommy’s dresser, not looking, still focused on Tommy. Steps towards the bed, watching the bob of his throat as Steve towers over him. “Do you?”

“Well maybe I want a reminder.” Tommy replies, his own voice getting lower, quieter, just for them. They’re in their own little bubble here, they’re safe, they’re together. “Can you show me, baby? How much I’m yours?”

“If you insist,” Steve replies, crawling onto the bed, knees digging into the mattress. Doesn’t stop until he’s hovering over Tommy, hands above his head, knees in between his, hair falling into his face as he looks down at him. Looks at Tommy’s flushed face, his bitten lips, the way his breath catches in his throat as Steve’s gets closer.

He watches as Tommy’s eyes flutter shut as he leans down to kiss him. Inches their bodies closer, feels the heat building between them. The slick slide of lips, the musky inhale of his cologne, merging sweetly with his own. With their sweat and the scent of them.

Steve brushes his hands across the mattress, smoothing down the comforter, as his hand seeks Tommy’s. Clutching tightly as they meet, fingers entwining together as they kiss and kiss and kiss.

“When’s Carol getting here?” Steve whispers into Tommy’s mouth, letting him swallow the sound. Pushing his body down onto Tommy’s, grinding ever so slightly. Smiling as Tommy groans and spreads his legs wider, opening up his hips. Creating the perfect space for Steve.

“Soon.” Tommy mumbles back, his free hand clutching Steve’s back, rucking up the fabric and drawing him closer.

“Good.” Steve replies, hovering above him, panting, catching his breath. Looks down at Tommy, as he looses himself in his kisses. In the sweet friction they’re building together.“ Lets give her a show for when she gets here then, yeah?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Tommy replies, surging up to kiss him. Wet, and deep, and exactly what Carol likes to see.

[Part Two]

#stranger things #steve harrington #tommy hagan #carol perkins #stomarol #Steve/Tommy/Carol #My Writing #the stwg discord got talking about stomarol and this possesed me #i wrote this in one sitting if you see any mistakes no u dont #sorry not sorry nancy

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fuctacles · 7 days

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Trans is fine, but you better not be a Swiftie!

For @subeddieweek Day 5 | T | 1502 | cw: hinted transphobia | transfem Steve, PDA, rockstar Eddie, jealousy, possesive Stevie, bitchy Stevie | Ao3

It took the whole of Corroded Coffin to convince her to go to the concert. It may make her sound like an unsupportive girlfriend, but she hasn't been to any of their gigs in months. Eddie never complained about it, aware that metal concerts aren't for everyone, even if they do like the music. She's also hit a weird stage in her transition when she didn't feel like going to public events.

But here she was, at their first solo concert, no festival to crutch on. In the newest band t-shirt, one she saw through every stage of designing, her tits barely making a dent (Eddie had a different opinion on that topic), while two skanks next to her had her cleavages on full display in their tiny cut-up t-shirts.

They were in the VIP lounge, waiting for the band to emerge from backstage. Stevie could have been there with them, but the rush and heat behind a concert like this gave her a worse headache than the actual music. So instead, she had to sit there with two textbook examples of a groupie. And one of them looked meaner than Carol, back from high school, when she didn't get her chocolate pudding.

"You sure you're in the right place?" one of them finally speaks up.

Stevie looks pointedly at her band t-shirt.

"Is this not a Taylor Swift concert?" she asks, eyes going wide. The second girl presses her lips, holding back a laugh. The first one narrows her eyes, though.

"Don't sass me, girlie, you know what I mean," she hisses. "Wearing plain jeans and a hoodie to meet Eddie Munson? That's so disrespectful."

Stevie wouldn't call her jeans plain. They were expensive mom-cut and made her ass look good. The girl didn't need to know she treated them like a premium version of sweatpants. And the hoodie was Eddie's. He gave it to her before going on stage tonight.

She shrugs off her words.

"I don't think he'll mind."

The girl scoffs.

"Oh, he's too nice to say anything, but he'll know you're a poser. Who goes to a metal concert dressed like that? He'd never go for you."

Stevie raises her eyebrows, taken aback.

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse you," the girl barks back, nonsensically. Her friend touches her arm as if giving her a sign to back dial it down, but she either doesn't notice or chooses to ignore her. "You don't look like you're here for the music, hell, you probably can't name a single song!"

(Stevie named some of them herself.)

"So you must be here for Eddie," she concludes with a sneer.

"Well, I am here for him," Stevie deadpans truthfully. This seems to further fuel her VIP lounge companion.

"Keep dreaming. He's into real metalheads," she says haughtily, popping the collar of her battle vest. It's so cartoonish it takes everything from Stevie not to burst out laughing. "What do you even listen to? Country?"

"Taylor Swift, I already told you."

"See, Eddie hates normies like you. Swifties are so fucking mainstream, you'll just embarrass yourself. Maybe you should go," she suggests with a pointed look.

Stevie gives her a pitying smile back. Clearly, she wasn't as big of a fan as she claimed to be if she hadn't seen the photos of Eddie in official Taylor Swift merch that were trending just a couple of months ago.

"Eddie's looking for someone real, not a fake bitch like you."

She was going to play nice, but that was taking it too far. She felt her hackles rise and her face turned into a frown.

But before she could say anything, the second girl slapped her friend on the chest.

"What the fuck, dude?! You can't just say shit like that!"

"Like what?!" She slaps her back. "Do you think she actually cares about their music? She screams fake pop shit!" She throws her hand back, motioning at Stevie.

Who was too taken aback to react at this point.

"Fuck, I thought you were being transphobic." The girl lets out a nervous laugh. "Sorry."

"What?" The first girl takes a glance back at Stevie like she hasn't noticed before. It was kind of flattering, considering she wasn't that far in her transition, but she wouldn't take an idiot's oversight as a compliment. "I don't care about that! Mainstream music is a bigger sin than being transgender!"

"I'll drink to that."

The band chose this moment to appear at the steps to the lounge, Eddie raising the water bottle in his hand in a mock cheer.

"Eddie!" The two girls stand up in unison, and it takes all of Stephanie's willpower not to roll her eyes. Instead, she gives a wry smile to Jeff, who seems to be in a similar state of mind.

"We're here too, you know," he murmurs under his breath.

Gareth nudges his arm.

"Well, I'm glad they're not here for me," he whispers back.

Stevie snorts after hearing that, but the girls are none the wiser, too preoccupied with their beloved frontman.

"Hello ladies, hope you didn't wait too long," he greets them, accepting their enthusiastic hugs and letting them kiss his cheek.

Stevie keeps her face carefully neutral.

"It's okay, we know you're exhausted after the concert." The first girl smiles sweetly at him, and it's becoming increasingly difficult for Stevie not to gag at the shift in attitude. "I'd wait the whole night to meet you." She might need a bucket right now.

Eddie laughs nervously, taking a step back to put some distance between them.

"Ashley and Xena, right?" he asks.

"I'm Xena!" The girl exclaims, clearly proud of her unusual name. Stevie does roll her eyes this time.

Gareth appears in front of her, snickering, and she punches him softly in the thigh before raising the same fist to fist bump him. He offers her the tray of cookies he picked up from the table.

"Hi. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine." She shrugs and picks up one of the cookies. "Thanks."

He nods and retreats to one of the couches. There are three of them, set up in a triangle around a table with snacks and drinks. Which is very convenient, making Stevie think Chrissy has planned it out.

"You already know them, but it's rude not to introduce my friend." Eddie grins, making room for the rest of the band to properly greet the fans. "This is Jeff, Gareth, and Grizzly the Teddy-bear. He gives the best hugs," he says with a grin. Ted rolls his eyes.

"Just Ted is fine. But I do give the best hugs." He grins.

Eddie leaves them to it and finally goes to sit next to his girlfriend, throwing his arms over the back of the sofa and sinking into the cushions.

"I'm so tired," he groans.

"Too tired to greet me properly?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. She can feel the eyes of the other girls on them.

"Never." Eddie raises his head immediately. "Sorry, baby." He leans in to kiss her on the cheek, but she moves her head away.

"I said properly," she repeats, but her tone shifts into her more authoritative one. He hesitates for a millisecond, but his eyes don't even shift away to look at their surroundings. Stevie enjoys the power trip, seeing him uncaring of who's looking and where they are.

"Of course, sorry," he amends, straightening up to go in for a proper kiss.

He lets out a surprised whimper when she dominates it immediately, grasping his chin and claiming his mouth like she's been starving for it throughout the whole concert. Eddie goes limp in her grasp, but she wants to make it clear who he belongs to. She grabs his knee possessively, angling him even more towards her, and her other hand moves from his chin to his hair. His locks are damp with sweat after the concert, but she doesn't mind, because it's exactly how she likes him. Dirty, unkempt, falling apart under her hands.

She tugs at his hair, messing further the haphazard bun he's tied it into. He sighs, melting further into her, and it makes it easier to grasp his thighs and pull him into her lap. They finally part with a wet smack, and she can look into her boyfriend's glossy eyes.

"There's my good boy," she praises. "Hi."

"Hi," he croaks back with a dazed smile.

"Booo, get a room!" one of their friends speaks up.

Eddie groans and hides in the crook of her neck, too weak from the kiss to face the teasing yet. So Stevie takes over the social interaction for him, lacing her hands together at the small of his back while he collects himself. She sticks out her tongue to Gareth.

"Shut up, we'll behave now," she says, before turning to the two girls, her jaws shattered on the floor and there to stay for her to stomp on. She smiles charmingly at them. "You guys were saying?"

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arrow-luv · 3 months

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Some of my hc’s of dating the Greasers :)

maybe a little bit of nsfw at the end

Dallas Winston

imo, he seems like a huge touch. always holding hands, arm/hand around your waist, hugs, cuddles, anything. physical touch is his love language

POSSESIVE. this man will FLIP if he sees another guy even within a five foot radius

when drunk, he is the biggest child ever. always clinging to you (holding your arms, leaning into you etc etc), whining when you don’t give him attention, and sometimes when he falls asleep you might catch him curled in a ball and holding the pillow/blanket like it’s a plushie, but not often at all

definitely “rough love” (idk how else to say it 😭). like he is putting you in playful headlocks, pretending to punch you, play fights, roughhousing, all that

LOVES when he has his head on your chest and you start playing with his hair. braiding it, running your fingers through it, anything and he is instantly dozing off

loves it when you hold one of his fingers, especially the pinky

Ponyboy Curtis

gift giving is definitely his love language. he normally makes you things and leaves little notes with them

he gets all flustered when you call him pretty. he tries to hide his face so then it doesn’t show how much the one word affects him (he goes tomato red)

loves holding hands. he sometimes just zones out and stares at your hands together. he thinks it’s cute

somewhat related to the last one, i think he would zone out while staring at you. he starts thinking about how pretty/handsome you are and feels lucky to have you as his lover

loves when you watch movies/read books with him. makes him happy when you do, especially if you like the same things

if you like something and you rant about it, he sits and listens. he asks questions, finding your excitement cute

gets really flustered with kisses. not huge on them, since he’s only fourteen, but he won’t care if you kiss him, he just won’t engage

Two-Bit Mathews

A lot like Dally

play fights, teasing, all that stuff

i feel like he would teach you how to use his switchblade. teaching you fancy tricks and stuff to make you look tuff

loves doing things to get you flustered, thinks it’s adorable. hugging you from behind, neck kisses, pet names, anything, and loves the fact that he’s the one that gets you flustered

Sodapop Curtis

OBLIVIOUS. if someone were to be flirting with him, it would take him so long to notice. once he does, he goes “Ohhh. Yeah, no. I got a partner.”

touchy as well, but i feel like his love language is more quality time

occasional play fights, but i think he’s more gentle

like Two-Bit, he tries to get you flustered only for the reaction, and again, loves the fact that he’s the one getting the reaction

sometimes Steve comes along on dates with his gf (i forgot her name 🥲)

Darry Curtis

i don’t put a lot for Darry, he’s not one of my favourites :,)

i feel like he gets too stern sometimes. he yelled at you once after a bad day at work and all the stress, and once he realized what he did, he felt awful

definitely little to no play fights. i feel like he’s too “mature” for it

he definitely would sometimes collapse in your arms after a rough day. he would either rant to you about it or just fall asleep

i feel like he wouldn’t let you see him after a rumble for a little bit, especially if the greasers lost

Johnny Cade

give this boy physical touch and reassurance, he’s instantly a puddle

loves it when you hold him after his parents have a fight. he just needs the comfort

just like Ponyboy, he gets really flustered when you call him pretty then tried to deny it

loves it when you read aloud to him. he finds your voice calming and will most likely focus on your voice instead of the book

listener when you ramble about things you like. he finds it cute when your so passionate about something

loves little nicknames that you give each other

if your going through a rough time, he’ll hold you. he hates seeing you hurt/cry

maybe a little bit of play fights here and there

Steve Randle:

PHYSICAL TOUCH. THATS ALL I’M SAYING.

will teach you things about cars and helps you with yours

loves your reactions when he calls you pretty/handsome or when he puts his hands on your waist or hips. finds it adorable when you blush

if he sees ANYONE checking you out, he will instantly put his arm around your waist and pull you close to him. either that or he hugs you from behind and starts peppering your neck with kisses

i feel like he’s protective and a little bit possessive

NSFW:

i WONT be doing Ponyboy (he’s fourteen) or Darry (again, i don’t really pay attention to him so idrk what to put)

the only thing i’ll say about Darry is he’s a top

Dally Winston

if you tease him even a little bit, it’s either he turns to a puddle or he rails you into next week. no in between

LOVES missionary or mirror sex. he just wants to see your face when he’s giving you pleasure

risky. he’ll take you in the room right next to the greasers and force you to be quiet so they don’t hear you

adores it when you pull his hair. when he’s giving head, he loves it when you pull his hair and beg him for more

although he hates it when you tease, he will tease you until your crying

on that topic, he LOVES when you cry. of course, at first, he gets really concerned, but once you assure him it’s okay, he’s borderline feral

on good days he can be gentle, but on bad days he’s rough. and if he lost a rumble real bad, lord have mercy

uses you as a stress toy sometimes. again, after a rumble, he lets out all his anger and frustration on you. degrading and all that stuff

his hand is almost always around your neck

tie him up, he’ll fight it but eventually turn to putty in your hands

can go for 2-3 rounds

he whimpers. prove me wrong

switch, but more dom

Two-Bit Mathews

if you sit on his lap, he struggles not to take you right then

if you tease him, he’ll get a bit frustrated and take it out on you

like Dally, he loves when he can see your face. it feeds his ego when he can see how good he can make you feel

he loves when your loud. also loves when others can hear how good he can make you feel

doesn’t really like when you cry. makes him feel guilty because he thinks he hurt you, but gets used to it. he still feels guilty

i feel like it’s 50/50 with gentle and rough

LOVES when you’re on your knees. finds it hot

if you bend over in front of him, lord have mercy

tie him up, he’s a sub

can go for a round or two

moans and whimpers but gets really embarrassed when you call him out for it

switch and equal. no more than the other

Sodapop Curtis

LOVES when you ride him. finds it so hot when you’re on top of him, but he’s controlling you

loves you loud, but definitely keeps you quiet if there’s others around. thinks it’s so awkward when others can hear it

tease him, he is instantly putty in your hands

loves it when he overstimulates you, sometimes pushes you to the point you cry. he gave you a safe word, and always knows to stop when you use it

loves to step outside his comfort zone and trying new things with you

tie him up, he tries to fight it but almost instantly gives in

two rounds and then he’s tired

whimpers and doesn’t care

switch, but more top

Johnny Cade

praise this boy he’s all over you

handsy. his hands are everywhere. in your hair, on your hips, on your waist, sometimes even one around your neck but very gently

hates seeing you cry. it makes him feel awful, thinks he hurt you

overstimulate him and he cries

if you tie his hands above his head, he won’t even try and fight it. he just lets it happen and thinks it’s hot

real gentle, hardly ever rough

mainly only once, but if he has enough stamina he’ll go twice

whimpers and owns it

switch, but i think more submissive

Steve Randle

BIGGEST MUNCH EVER. if female, he will eat you out for HOURS. he doesn’t care

tease him, he rails you into next week. he doesn’t take it unless he’s drunk

drunk, he is the biggest submissive EVER. whimpering mess and after one thing (HJ, BJ, etc) already whimpering that he’s too sensitive

this man will bound you. he doesn’t care

he doesn’t like when you cry, but doesn’t hate it. he’ll stand it, he just doesn’t know how to feel

LOVES WHEN YOU RIDE HIM. like Sodapop, he finds it incredibly hot when your on top but whimpering and moaning and him controlling you

his hand is almost always around your neck

tie him up, he’ll be a brat

can go 2-3 rounds

whimpers and denies it

switch, but more dom

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soulwillower · 2 years

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stupid • steve harrington

summary: it’s late, Robin’s been putting ideas in your head, and the last person you want to see is in your house.

pairing: steve harrington x (f)reader

5k words

requested: Once again asking if you would write Steve Harrington smut. I know you dont write for ST but I really like your writing. Craving angry smut with Steve like the stuff fromthe old Bill fic

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with no plot, oral (f!receiving), reader is afab, brief mentions of sexual harassment, mentions of wet dreams, light possesive steve, pretty light dirty talk, lots of arguing for no reason, angry Steve, small age gap (reader is 2 grades younger than Steve), arguing, Sinclair!reader.

this is super unedited and i dont know if i love it but i figured i should publish it just to get out of my writing rut. lmk what you guys think <3

♡

there have been many moments in your life that you have regretted listening to someone.

when your hair stylist insisted on that haircut, when you agreed to be in your younger brother's stupid DnD campaign, when you took that extra chem class last year, and especially when you took your mother's request to track down your younger sister Erica last summer, who'd gone to the mall and not returned for hours... then finding yourself in a battle with a group of your brother's friends, a girl who had actual fucking magic powers, and four of your classmates.

but no, the worst advice you've heard so far was from Robin fucking Buckley, about ten minutes ago.

after the night at Starcourt months ago you actually started to find yourselves hanging out nearly every day. you're in the same year at school, and before you had a few friends but nobody very close. now, you rarely went a day without seeing Robin.

Steve was the same way.

you'd grown up in Hawkins, so of course you knew who he was. but you never really talked, not until he started driving around your brother and his friends, doing god knows what - now, of course, you knew they'd been fighting demogorgons, but at the time you thought it was some weird babysitting shit.

but ever since the Starcourt incident, he’s been a constant in your life, whether it be driving you home, going to parties with you, blowing off his responsibilities when you visit them at work. Steve was sort of a missing link in your life that clicked into place the minute you got to know him. plus, if Robin trusted him, you did too.

they were close; close enough that in the beginning you'd felt an inkling of confusion creep on you every time Steve's arm found purchase above you on a sofa or when he put his hand on the small of your back to slide past you at parties, insisting on taking you home because he lived next door; when he drove you to school sometimes even though he's graduated, when you'd wave at him curtly when you'd spot him swimming laps at the local pool, a swath of girls on recliners pretending not to ogle him from behind their sunglasses.

and there were moments when you thought he was attracted to you too. when his hand found purchase on your thigh, that time he’d leaned you up against the wall at Emily’s, lips brushing your ear as he told you how nice you looked. or like when he’d walk you to your porch after driving you back from the movies, or when he’d sit and listen to your boring stories with that attentive, fond look in his eyes, or when he’d help you study. but it was never anything more than that, and as time went on and the group of you ran into more trouble, it seemed like he saw you as another one of the kids while all of you were together. like you couldn’t handle it all. it made you frustrated.

one day, you’d come to visit Robin and Steve at the store, and a creep was trying to chat you up near the action aisle. you had it handled, pushing him away, until he had grabbed your arm and spiked fear in you. but Steve had immediately jumped to your side, yelling at the creep and shoving him out of the store, nearly picking a fight in the parking lot until you and Robin had reeled him back inside. he was very protective.

that had sprouted a newer, fonder feeling for Steve - and with it, the acknowledgement that maybe, maybe something was going on between you two. but sometimes, Robin got into your head about it.

for example, tonight.

“so tell me again, what’s your shit reason for denying your feelings for him?” she says bluntly, bumping shoulders with you as you walk through her hallway towards her front door.

“Robin.” you say softly, looking at her with the please-don’t-make-me-say-it eyes that you've given her every time she’s brought up Steve in the last few weeks. but she does not relent and you sigh, pulling on your shoes and mumbling your response.

“he’s older, and… he’s always going to see me as a kid, like Lucas and Erica. and that’s-it’s fine.” you add, a bit more gently at the end with a half smile. one thing you admired about him was how well he really did look after both your brother and sister last summer (and apparently with Lucas the years before that, too).

she shrugs, "all i'm saying is that i spend hours with him every day, and you'd be surprised." she itches her ear idly, casually mumbling, "he talks about you all the time, and not the way someone would talk about a kid." she smirks. it makes you huff, knowing she's just saying that. still, the inkling of hope tugs at your chest, and you smile.

“you’re full of shit.” you say with a laugh, shaking your head. Robin shakes her head enthusiastically, “i’m not. i mean, i kind of wish i was-“ she gets carried away with her thoughts as she usually does, “- because wow, does he have vivid sex dreams. and he will tell me just about anything, even if it’s about my best friend. it’s nasty.”

you heat up, rolling your eyes and swatting her shoulder, “stop!” you laugh, embarrassed. the thought secretly making your stomach flip. did Steve really think about you like that?

“i’ll see you tomorrow, Robin.” you say, and she sighs and hugs you, squeezing and mumbling a, “see you. promise to think about it.” she winks.

you walk briskly back to your house, only about a ten minute walk but you’re by yourself and trying not to let your brain wander to all the things that Robin had said tonight about Steve and how you should really try and shoot your shot. you scowl, glaring at the cement. you know what shooting your shot would end with, and you’re not in the mood to risk getting turned down by your hot friend who happens to have fought monsters and Soviets with your siblings. even if he is the most desired, attractive, caring, oblivious man on earth.

you creep into your house and note that all of the lights are off, your parents well past asleep at this hour, your siblings most likely almost there too.

you turn the corner towards your room, but you’re halted in your tracks as a figure hovers in the hall.

you’re frozen - the figure’s too tall to be Lucas or your father, and his hair has too much of a flow; then a voice is muttering “shit!”

Steve. your heart is thumping and you release a breath, so glad that all the trauma you went through has made your reactions much calmer - no screaming anymore.

“Steve?!” you say with a gulp, silently thanking god that you didn’t sound as breathless as he made you feel. why is he in your house? "what the hell, you scared the shit out of me." you hiss, pulling him backwards, down the hall towards your own room. you know if your parents woke up and saw Steve and you, well after midnight, in the house, they'd kill you. he stumbles after you in the dark, guided by your hand.

once you're inside your room, you shut the door, locking it for good measure, then turn to him, "why are you here?" you hiss. what could he have possibly been doing?

he hums, rocking on his toes, "i had to bring Lucas home and..." he trails off, stuffing something further into his back pocket. you narrow your eyes in suspicion - you know when you're being left out of something important. "...yeah, just that." he finishes weakly.

as you're about to protest that you're being left in the dark again, he speaks, "wait- why are you walking home so late by yourself?” he immediately asks, his voice sounding nearly irritated.

your head reels slightly; not only did you had to put up with Robin's insistence on something that'll never happen, but now you really didn’t want to hear a lecture. you're just frustrated and tired of being left in the dark about what they’re doing and still jumpy from Steve scaring you. you can help them if there’s something going on again, you've done it before.

“i was just at a friends-” you shake your head, still not understanding why Steve is so casual about having snuck into your house in very late hours to drop off your brother and clearly get something from him.

"Steve, i don’t understand why the fuck you’re here!” you defend, voice coming out a lot more heated than intended. Steve’s handsome face scowls slightly, his eyebrows furrowing above bright brown eyes.

“-but it’s late. i could have picked you up.” he offers. you sigh, knowing the speech that’s coming. you’ve certainly heard it enough.

“-Steve. it’s fine, it wasn't that far.” you rush, pressing your fingers to your temples. your head hurt. why is he avoiding the question?

“yeah, but it’s late and dark. why were you even out so late, don't you have work in the morning?” he asks, running a hand through his hair. you have to avert your eyes as you notice the veins in his hands, distracting yourself from the revelation that he's memorized your work schedule.

he’s starting to look pissed for no reason. you scoff, looking down at the glossy discarded magazine separating your feet from his. you know the tone he’s using- it’s the same one he uses with Lucas, or Dustin, whenever they do something stupid.

“why do you care what I do at night? I can handle myself.” you spit, crossing your arms.

"i don't understand why you're so upset right now." he says genuinely, trying to bring his voice down.

you roll your eyes, “oh my god. i’m just trying to say i’m not a kid!” you spit, rolling your eyes. he rolls his right back. “i never fucking said you were!” his voice raising slightly and panic settling in your bones for a moment as you hope your parents and siblings can't hear.

“well you sure act like it! you've always treated me different. even Robin can tell." you mutter quietly. at the mention of Robin the look on his face is so delicious that you don’t even care, eyes wide, a blush spreading on his cheeks. "wh- did you talk to Robin about me?" he asks suddenly. you raise your brows, "maybe. so what?"

he frowns, "god, Robin can't ever be trusted with a secret. this whole thing is so stupid."

him dismissing your frustration as stupid pushes you over the edge again. and he knows nothing about what Robin and you talked about. “what does it matter to you, Steve?!” you hiss, stepping forward as well. you don’t really know what’s happening, but you certainly like where it’s headed since his eyes won't stop glancing down at your lips. “you’re not my babysitter.”

at your words his eyebrows raise and for a second you feel bad for being rude as his dark eyes swim with confusion and irritation. mostly irritation, though, and a hint of something you allow yourself to hope is desire.

“yeah, well it sure seems like it sometimes. ” he mumbles. you snap.

“god, why do you talk down to me like i’m an annoying little kid that always has to be protected? i’m tired of it, Steve. you can't even fucking tell me about what you're doing with the fifteen year olds! am i not mature enough to handle that-” but your outburst is cut off by a muffled static noise, very quiet, followed by an, “okay Steve, i’m getting Dustin, where do we need to meet you?”

you know that voice. Robin. you stare at Steve, who looks back at you caught red-handed, trapping his cherry lip between his pearly teeth.

in a sudden movement, you rush forward and turn his hips, causing him to emit a soft, hey! and then you see it - a walkie-talkie and a handful of granola bars stick out of his back pockets. in irritation, you pull them out, waving them in his face.

you press the button on the walkie-talkie, “hi, Robin, it’s me. to you and everyone else on this line, Steve’s going to be a bit late to your fucking party. we need to talk.” you hiss, slamming down the antenna and tossing it to the floor. Steve’s eyes are wide, brows furrowed.

“what do you possibly need these for at this time of night? what are you up to, and when did you decide you were going to go behind my back with everyone else?” you snap.

he blinks, clearly guilty but also irritated. you bite your lip as you wait for his response. he nods his head shortly before speaking up. “okay,” is all he says, before sighing heavily, "i don't mean to treat you like this, you know that. you know i don't see you as a kid." he insists. "i just-"

"-then why do you treat me differently than everyone else?" you push, still not understanding why he can't just treat you normally. “why do you think you’re so much more entitled than than me?”

he lets out a frustrated sigh, one hand on his hip, the other pinching his brow. you bite your lip as you drink him in, his jaw clenched, his hair rustled from his hands. he is the epitome of pretty. but then he glares at you, “you know what, if you don't want to be treated like a kid, then maybe you should grow the fuck up.” he spits back at you, leaning in closer to you, your noses almost brushing as he leans down to stare into your eyes. his eyes are furious, any semblance of understanding gone. you stare at him in surprise at his outburst.

“all you’ve done tonight is pick a fight for no apparent reason. i’m sorry i scared you. i’m sorry that i didn’t tell you what’s going on, but it isn’t intentional. Dustin and Max came into the store today and there’s something going on, and i need that to be able to talk with them.” Steve retorts. “but i won’t let you be immature about this and claim that i’m doing it because i think you’re a baby, or that you can’t handle it.”

you understand, but you’re still frustrated, and feel the need to push his buttons. he upset you. you shrug, eyebrow lifting slightly, noticing how close you are to him now. “it's okay, Steve, I understand now." you say with a sweet sigh. you can see emotion flicker across his face as he tilts his head towards you, jaw clenched in anger. he can tell when you’re being sardonic.

"you want to be the one to protect me.” you state boldly, and the silence that follows is the confirmation you need to keep going. moving a half-step closer, you’re now directly in each other’s spaces; breaths mingling, eyes heated as you stare at one another. you can almost feel him against you. "you like treating me like this because it makes you feel good. that's okay, Stevie." you tease with a smirk. the nickname makes him swallow and his eyes waver with something akin to fire.

but then he grabs your jaw and tilts your face towards his, lips so close to brushing your own. “it's not like that.” he says, the irritation still there but something more powerful glinting his beautiful eyes. you just raise your brows and run your eyes up and down his figure, causing him to narrow his eyes, staring at you through lidded eyes. you’re suddenly aware of how unbelievably wet you are at the mere touch of his hand on your jaw.

you open your mouth, staring into his eyes as his breath hits your lips. "oh, it isn’t? what is it then, Stevie?”

he licks his lips, staring at your own, “i can tell that you think you know what it is.” he whispers, “i want to hear you say it.” he adds, his other hand snaking to lie on your hips.

swallowing, your hands fall on his chest, staring up into his eyes and darting down to look at his lips, desire pooling between your thighs. “you want to fuck me.” you say boldly.

he doesn’t respond, his deep eyes searching yours as his lips brush yours slightly, sending chills down your spine. he hums deeply, smirking slightly, “is that what you think about?”

you raise your brows at him, amused that he thinks he can tease you about this. you have something in your arsenal he doesn’t have. “do you want to know what Robin told me about you?" you whisper. he licks his lips, his eyes trained on your lips, bouncing back up to your own eyes every few seconds. “because according to her, you have very vivid dreams, and i-“

you're ready to fire him up more but Steve shakes his head, mumbling, “shut up, shut up, shut up.” and then he's kissing you firmly and harshly.

you’re taken aback but you try not to grin in victory as you kiss back feverishly. he’s kissing you angrily, one hand still on your jaw and the other grabbing your waist, tugging you closer. he tastes like coffee and chocolate, an odd combination for this late at night, but your brain blanks as his tongue brushes your lips, pushing past smoothly until it meets your own. your hands fall respectively on his chest and nape of his neck, not even trying to fight his tongue for dominance, knowing damn well you’ll lose in a second. he knows it, too.

he grabs you suddenly, turning you and tugging you towards the wall next to your bed. you blink in surprise, shocked by this side of Steve; in your imagination, he was rough. but you’d allowed yourself to consider the idea that in reality Steve was a passionate lover, a pleaser, but gentle. as much as you always dreamed of him being rough with you, you'd never expected to coax it out of him so easily. it seems to come natural to him, and that makes your legs weak.

“you drive me insane.” he hisses, biting your lip as he allows you to pull him by the collar of his shirt in for another kiss. “you’re unbelievable.” you retort as he pulls you flat against him. you feel your stomach heat up at his semi-hard on pressing against your stomach and you let out a light whimper, coaxing a grin from him.

his large hands push your hips backwards and into the wall, his own hips following yours, causing a gasp to tumble from your lips, swallowed by his own mouth. your legs feel weak as his lips fall to your chin, trailing along your jawline. the sensation of his jeans against your own pants has you bucking your hips in desperation, needing to feel some kind of release.

you grind back, savoring the feeling. he groans and bites down the column of your neck, sucking lightly on his way down to your collarbone. after a particularly loud moan on your part, Steve's large palm slides over your mouth and his face finds purchase next to your ear, lips brushing your skin, "if we're gonna do this, sweetheart, you're going to have to be quiet." he whispers into the shell of your ear, goosebumps spreading through your whole body.

you let out a gasp and roll your hips again, hands playing with the hem of his shirt. he pulls away, lifting his shirt from the back of his neck and pulling it over his head before lifting your own shirt off. you’re left in a lace bra, and the look he gives you almost makes you cum right then and there. "holy shit, you're so fuckin' beautiful." he mutters, your face heating up at the compliment. your teeth catch your lip as you stare at him.

your eyes take in his smooth skin, his broad shoulders, toned biceps and shit, all those years of basketball and swimming have definitely payed off. his stomach muscles tighten and relax with his heavy breathing, his eyes heated when his mouth falls to the skin above your breasts, sucking at the skin above your bra and making you whimper pathetically.

he makes his way back to your lips and kisses you hard before quickly stepping away, your body quickly following his body heat with a small whimper. he smirks at this and your cheeks heat up. your eyes immediately trail to his jeans, where he's straining against the fabric. daringly, you step forward, his dark eyes watching you.

you go up on your toes, pressing hot kisses to his neck, relishing in the groans that fall from his lips softly in the dim room. his hands trail all over your sides as you nip at the crook in his neck. slowly, tantalizingly, you let your hand trail down to his bulge, palming him through his pants. his hand cards through your hair, a groan leaving his lips as you slowly trace a finger up, teasing him as you apply pressure.

soon he grips your hair and tugs it so you look up at him, making your panties even more wet as you let him move your head. “enough.” he says quietly, and you nod because, well, holy fuck. “i’m gonna make you feel good.” he adds, almost to himself.

gently he pulls you towards him and you almost pass out when he captures you in a passionate kiss. “you listen so well, don't you?” he teases, pulling you to your bed and gently pushing you down.

he stares at you, for a moment, while he’s standing above you and watching you on the bed. you think briefly that when you're usually about to hook up with someone, you feel scrutinized, even nervous; but the look Steve is giving you makes you feel completely desired, loved, even, as he’s unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs.

he kisses you deeply and slowly and you sigh, arching your back for him as he brings one hand behind you to masterfully unclip your bra. as the fabric slides off of you, his mouth makes it’s way over the sensitive areas on your neck that he’s already marked with his lips, sucking on a few just to hear your sharp breaths. your hands tangle in his hair as he hovers above you, eyes meeting yours, "do you want this?" he asks softly. you nod, without hesitation, but he bites his lip, "i need to hear you say it."

you sit up, kissing him soundly, "Steve, please, I want this. so bad." you admit, voice teetering on the edge of whining. he hides his smile by kissing you, hands finding your breasts, cupping your left one as his lips trail back down. after he's pulled your pants off, his hands graze your legs, stomach, back up to your chest.

his tongue flicks out and captures a nipple and you whine, arching your back and making him smirk. he moves his way down painfully slow, leaving gentle marks in a line down to the waistband of your underwear before he moves on to the flesh on your thighs. one of his hands sneaks it’s way up to you and two fingers tap on your lips. you feel more arousal pool and start to leak out of you as you open your mouth for him. he pushes two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the long digits as his other hand slides your panties down your legs and onto the floor. he watches you suck eagerly on his fingers and groans to himself, biting his lip lightly, causing you to squeeze your thighs even tighter. his breath is hot against your core and as his fingers leave your mouth you’re left without any part of Steve touching you. you want to cry in need.

but he doesn’t do anything.

you look down at him and he’s already staring directly into your face, a look of expectancy and smugness making you whimper. “please, Steve."

“what do you want, sweetheart? you’re a big girl. use your words.” he says with a hint of teasing in his tone. you squirm, trying to get any kind of friction but failing when one of his hands holds your hip in place. you're clenching your thighs as you huff, the cockiness of this boy never ceases to amaze you.

“god, fuck you. please touch me, Steve, i need you.” you whimper, and that’s enough for him because then he’s licking a bold strip right up your center, gathering your juices and circling your clit.

pulling back slightly he groans, “already so wet for me, hm?” he mutters, licking his lips as he looks up at you, finger swiping a stripe up your slit that makes you whimper and jolt a bit. he smirks to himself, a cocky grin that reveals how proud he is to have gotten you this wet so quickly. his finger swirls in your wet heat, his eyes fixed on your face as it contorts with pleasure when he adds another finger and teases you. “Steve, please, wan’ it so bad.” you say, voice high in a whimper. he nearly lets out a moan as he watches you, finally easing one finger into you slowly. you let out a soft gasp and then a moan, head falling back as your fingers fist the bedsheet. “Steve, oh god.” you say quietly as he starts to pump his finger.

your legs start to close a bit and he tuts, opening them back up and kissing your inner thighs as his finger curls into you in a steady pace. his lips then fall to kiss your neglected clit and your moan is loud enough that you wonder if the whole block might hear you. Steve's hand immediately reaches up your body and finds itself covering your mouth, his lips leaving your core as he tuts, "you can do better than that, sweetheart. wouldn't want to wake anyone up, now, would we?" he's teasing you, and you hate how much you love it.

but as quick as he pulled away, Steve is back to flicking his tongue against your clit so expertly that you already feel the distant flames curling from your center and out towards your toes, his other hand moving off your mouth and pushing your thigh to expose you to him anymore. you see, as your hand cards through his unruly hair, that he lightly ruts his hips into the mattress, groaning. and then he’s slipping a second long finger inside you and slightly curling as he starts to pump and you yelp with pleasure, noise muffled under his large palm.

if the pressure from his ministrations on you you weren't enough, you make eye contact momentarily and he fucking winks at you.

your stomach flutters. you throw your head back against your pillow, emitting a strangled gasp of pleasure. "Steve," you moan, the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you with perfect speed, his lips and tongue teasing your clit making you gasp and tug at his hair. he groans against you, causing your toes to curl; then you start to feel the familiar pull, you know you’re close to finishing. your quiet moans grow more frequent, gasping for air as your core tightens in ecstasy.

your breaths come out in stutters as he works on you, his eyes hooded as he watches your reaction. his name falls from your lips over and over and you can't stop yourself from tugging hard on his hair in pleasure.

“that’s right. you’re gonna cum on my tongue, aren’t you baby? just for me? all mine.” Steve says almost under his breath, you let out a loud moan that has him rutting a bit into the mattress as he sucks gently in your sensitive bud, his fingers thrusting into you and making you writhe below him.

he flicks his tongue against you and feels you clench around his fingers as he spells out the abc’s onto your throbbing clit. it's like he knows you so well, he knows you’re already so close after all the built up tension from the stress of arguing.

he pulls his fingers out of you slowly and flattens his tongue, making you groan his name, his lower stomach fluttering in desire from the noise.

he reaches up, fingers up to your lips as you immediately take his digits into your mouth, sucking yourself right from his fingers. you moan around his fingers and gasp, the pleasure building and you try not to let your eyes roll back, the feeling too intense.

he groans into your wet cunt, causing you to whine and clench your legs around him, hands still tugging his hair. his tongue works circles tight on your clit and your back is arching, hands tugging his hair. “m’gonna cum, Stevie,” you gasp, a hum from him in response causing your thighs to shake.

his name falls from your lips like a prayer as you hit your high, cumming on his tongue. his hands hold you against him, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your hip as he rides out your high until your legs shake still but your breathing is less sporadic, more even.

he lifts his head up and your legs fall from his shoulders, your chest rising and falling as you stare at him with hooded, blissed-out eyes. grinning, he wipes his lip with his thumb and then brings it to his lips, groaning a bit at the taste of you.

"holy shit," you gasp as Steve stands from the mattress. he gathers his shirt from the floor, tugging it on then handing you your underwear and shirt, biting his lip. you're nervous, for a moment, that things were about to be weird - what if he regrets it? what if he never speaks to you again?

he says your name softly, and you turn to look at him. “i wanted this for so long.” Steve admits, hand running through his hair as he chuckles lightly, sheepishly grinning at you. you bite your lip, warmth flooding you as you clothe yourself, standing up on shaky legs. "me too." you admit, looking down.

he grabs his keys, swinging them around on his finger, and something in you deflates, "you-you don't want to stay?" you trail off, eyes falling to his bulge, straining against his jeans still. he hums, "you've got work early, and i need to go meet Robin and Dustin." he says, caressing your cheek, "plus, i don't think i could keep you quiet for that long." he says with a wink, dodging you as you swat his shoulder with a chuckle. you're rolling your eyes but something flutters in your stomach at the suggestion.

as he stands, rocking on his feet watching you, it becomes a bit awkward.

“i’m sorry.” you blurt after a few moments of silence, and he looks at you with eyebrows raised. your face heats as you realize that your voice is ragged from gulping for air during the last thirty minutes. Steve says nothing about it, though, and hands you a glass of water that had sat on your desk.

“-for being such a dick, i was in a bad mood, and... i'm just sorry.” you elaborate after taking a sip, shoulders deflating. he walks over to you, placing his hands on your head and smoothing down your hair, kissing the crown of your head. it's a sweet gesture that gives you butterflies. "i'm sorry, too. for everything. sometimes i just - i get..." he tugs at his hair lightly, "you're Sinclair's sister, for one." he insists, making you huff, shaking your head. "-and, you-you're... i just don't know how to talk about my feelings, and i deal with it by making you unattainable in my own head."

you nod, chewing your lip as he shakes his head, laughing to himself, "hell, i struggle every day not to just kiss you on the spot."

you smile, shyly sliding from against your desk to into Steve's arms, hands falling on his chest. "you could, though," you say, kissing his cheek, "kiss me."

his cheeks are pink when you fall back onto your feet. biting his lip, he pulls you closer, his cheek laying on the crown of your head, “can i pick you up after work tomorrow? take you to lunch and fill you in on what’s going on?” he asks softly.

you smile against his heartbeat, "i'd like that, Steve."

he smooths your hair, pulling you by your neck in for a sweet kiss.

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omg im so happy i found your blog, you’ve quickly become one of my new favourite writers !! 😭😭

the pussyjob and dirty talk in your latest nat fic was literally so perfect I s(creamed)🫣

Can you please write a fic with Nat that includes tribbing/scissoring? (only if you’re comfortable with it ofc) I think i’ve only seen like two tribbing fics with Nat in the entirety of tumblr so i’d love to see how you do with it! <33

you and me both! lol. thank you so much<3 i hope you enjoy this

You’re Mine

Summary: When Natasha sees you and Wanda dancing at one of Tony’s famous parties, she does what she can to steal you away and show you who you really belong to.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader , Brief Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Possesive Nat, Jealous Nat, Smut, Scissoring, Fluff, Tony being Tony.

Word Count: 2.4k

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You looked in the mirror for the final time as you put on your jewelry and walked out of your room at the compound. Tony is having another one of his parties and said everyone has to attend that they can’t get out of it. You hated his parties as all anyone did was get black out drunk and sleazy men would always try to hit on you. If you were being honest, you only wanted one person to hit on you and that was a certain red head. Your relationship with Natasha was a weird one. At times she would appear stone cold, only interacting when you went on missions together or had team gatherings. Other times the two of you would flirt and play this game of cat and mouse. Lately, she has been around you more and has made flirtatious jokes along with lingering touches here and there. Your crush on the assassin was one that you can’t get rid of no matter how many times you told yourself she didn’t want you in a romantic way.

You sigh as you enter through the doors and look around you. Tony was at the bar taking shots with Bucky and Sam, already looking like he couldn’t stand on his own two feet for much longer. Steve was chatting with Wanda and Clint in the corner by the bar and Natasha was talking to some guy you’ve not once seen in your entire time of being an Avenger and living in the compound. You roll your eyes as you make your way towards the bar, already desperately needing a drink to get some alcohol in your system. You’re just going to stay at the party for one hour tops and make your way back to your room so you can lay in bed and watch the show that you’re currently watching.

“Y/n! so nice of you to finally join us” you hear Tony slur from beside you, a cup in his hand of God knows what. You stare at him as he stumbles and almost falls. “How are you already this drunk at your own party?” you ask him bewilderingly. He taps you on the back quite harshly, the sudden force catching you off guard as you almost spill your drink on yourself as you stumble forward in your seat. “Watch it Stark, I am not afraid to kick your ass” you glare at him as you put your drink back on the bar countertop. He raises his hands in defense and smirks at you. “Now now no need to get so aggressive, leave that for a certain red head” You roll your eyes and glare at him again but the light tint of pink on your cheeks gives you away.

“How about you shut your mouth because I have no clue what you’re talking about” you take a sip of your drink and turn away from him as you look around you once more. You smile as you see Wanda approaching you, inviting her with a wave of your hand to sit beside you. She smiles at you as she takes the seat next to you. “Is Tony bothering you?” she laughs at your annoyed expression when he quickly denies it. You ignore him as you smile at her. “When isn’t he? he’s so annoying” you say the last part loud enough so he could hear you. Wanda giggles and smiles brightly at you, and you can’t deny that she looks absolutely gorgeous when she does so.

“That’s Tony for you, i’m surprised you even showed up to the party” You smile at her and take another sip of your drink. “Well, he basically forced us and I didn’t want to face his wrath if I didn’t show up tonight, you know how he is. Besides, my company at the moment is very lovely” you slide your hand up her arm flirtatiously and you relish in the way she smiles shyly at you, a light blush accompanying her cheeks. You smile at her and get up, putting your hand out for her to grab.

“Would you like to dance with me?” she smiles and grabs your hand, walking the two of you towards the dance floor. “I would love to, cmon” The two of you dance together, her arms around your neck as yours go around her waist, her body so close to you that you feel her breath on your face. You have a feeling that someone is watching you so you look to the side and notice Natasha looking

in your direction, a hard glare fixated towards the back of Wanda’s head. You smirk as you pull Wanda closer, if that is even possible, as you whisper something in her ear. You see Natasha walking towards you guys from the corner of your eye, her eyes not once leaving yours.

“Hi ladies, so Y/n, I thought you said you were going to come find me so we could dance” you smile at her as you look into her eyes. “Hmm did I? I don’t recall, I was actually enjoying my dance with Wanda” her gaze is hard as she looks at you, her jaw clenched as she grabs onto your arm. “Well I guess it’s my turn now, sorry Wanda but i’m going to steal Y/n for a moment” before Wanda has a chance to speak, you’re being dragged away and out of the party. “What the hell Nat? what are you doing?” the wind gets knocked out of you as you’re slammed into the wall somewhere away from the party.

“Shut up. Did you enjoy your dance with the little witch? Tell me, or did you wish it was me instead?” she has that stupid smirk on her face that always makes you feel some type of way, her face is so close to yours you could almost taste the lipgloss on her lips.

Before you can say anything, her lips are on yours in a bruising kiss that makes your stomach swoop, the butterflies in your stomach going haywire as your brain finally catches up and you kiss her back with the same intensity. When you feel the need to catch air in your lungs so you don’t pass out, she pulls back first and cups your jaw in her hand as she stares into your eyes. “You’re mine Y/n, and i’m going to show you who you belong to” you two make your way to your shared room and stumble through the door, her lips on yours the second you close it shut. Your head feels fuzzy as all you feel and taste is her. You have been waiting for this moment for so long and you are going to enjoy every second of it.

You feel her hot breath on your neck as she kisses you there, leaving love bites wherever her mouth reaches, her hands on your butt as she squeezes you there. You run your hands through her hair and moan in her ear. “Nat please, I need you” you pant out as you feel her tongue licking your earlobe, biting it right after. You feel her sucking on your neck again, no doubt leaving many marks that will for sure be hard to cover up. You think she is trying to claim her mark, and the thought of it leaves you even more wet then you already are. She rids you from your dress leaving you in only your panties, pushing you towards the bed and laying you on your back.

She kisses you hard and shoves her tongue in your mouth, the feeling of her tongue against yours making the ache in your core start to feel uncomfortable . You need her now as the overwhelming feeling of her has become too much for you to handle. She kisses down your chest, taking your nipple in her mouth as she sucks on it. You can feel your slick running down your thigh as you are unbelievably wet for her. “Fuck nat, just like that, feels so good” she bites your nipple and kisses down your body, she lays down as she gets in between your legs. She slides off your panties and spreads your legs wide as she admires her view, breathing in your scent as her mouth waters.

“God you are so wet for me baby, you’re absolutely dripping. I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy” she licks your juices from your inner thighs, your breathing picking up at the overwhelming feeling of her mouth on you. You run your hand through her hair and tug her closer to where you need her most.

“Please Natty, stop teasing me, need your mouth so bad” you mewl out breathlessly as you look down at her. She gives you a long lick from the bottom to the top of your clit, gathering your taste on her tongue. She starts to lick your folds, looking up at you as she sucks your clit into her mouth. “You taste so fucking good baby, the best pussy i’ve ever had” you moan loudly as her tongue hits you in all the right places, feeling her stick her finger inside you as she sucks on your clit again. “Shit you’re so tight, you feel so warm around me” she fucks you with one finger then slowly adds another one, moving them in and out of you expertly. You are dripping wet that once you adjust, you swallow her fingers as she fucks you deep. “F-fuck don’t stop, that feels so fucking good” she moans against your clit as your nails scratch at her scalp as she fucks you faster, the vibration making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Her mouth and fingers feel so good that you can’t think of anything else. You’re close and she knows it as you clench around her fingers.

She moves up your body and sucks on your earlobe as she fucks you deep and hard, as she whispers in your ear, her voice hot and raspy. “You gonna cum for me baby? Cum all over my fingers, that’s it baby, such a good girl for me” after a few more thrusts you cum hard on her fingers as a strong orgasm washes over you, your breathing is heavy as she rides out your high. You lay there panting as you try to catch your breath.

She slides her fingers out and you whimper from the loss of feeling, she brings her fingers to your mouth and looks into your eyes. “Open” you instantly obey and suck on her fingers, moaning at your taste. She bites her lip and gets up from the bed and takes off her clothes, joining you in finally getting naked. You bite your lip as you admire her, you’ve never seen someone more beautiful then her. You don’t know if your mind is just hazy from your orgasm but you think you see a hint of a blush on her cheeks and the thought makes your heart swell in your chest. “God Nat, you’re so beautiful” she smiles at you and joins you back on the bed as she kisses you.

You feel her slick against your thigh and the fact that she is so wet from only pleasing you makes you feel immense pride. She pulls back from the kiss as she bites your bottom lip. “Fuck I wanna feel you, i’m gonna grind on you baby. Wanna feel your pussy against mine” she spreads your legs as she hovers over you, grinding herself on you, the feeling of her wet folds against yours igniting a feeling inside you that you’ve never felt before. “Fuck your pussy feels so good, it’s like it was made for me” she grinds on you faster, her clit hitting yours perfectly as she glides back and forth. You’ve never scissored with anyone before, the feeling of her pussy against yours makes you feel so unbelievably dirty, you’ve never felt something as good as this.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she grinds faster, your legs slightly shaking as her pussy feels so good against yours. “God i’m gonna fucking cum, gonna cum on your pussy. Fuck you feel amazing, oh fuck i’m coming!” she sloppily grinds on you as both your orgasms wash over you, your body twitching as she rides out both of your highs, you are so sensitive that you can’t handle anymore. She breathes heavily as she looks down at you, your hair sticking to your forehead and your chest heaving, you’ve never looked more beautiful. She looks at you through hooded eyes and starts grinding on you again. You try to push her off as you’re unbelievably sensitive. “I can’t anymore Nat, ‘m too sensitive” she keeps grinding as she’s not far off from another orgasm. “Just one more princess, your pussy feels so fucking good against mine, fuck” both your clits were so swollen that the feeling of them hitting each other once more had you both so close to your release. “Yes yes yes, don’t stop Nat, i’m gonna cum” you were both so wet that squishing sounds could be heard in the air of the room as both your cunts rubbed together. “Oh fuck, Nat!” you scream her name as an even more powerful orgasm washes over you then the last one, your body shaking and twitching as she slumps against you, the both of you trying to catch your breath.

“That was amazing” she kisses you sloppily as she continues to lay on top of you, relishing in the warmth your body provides. You lazily run your hand up and down her back as you smile. “So not that i’m complaining, because i’m definitely not, but what brought this on?” her raspy laugh makes you shiver and she looks up at you from your chest. “I got jealous seeing you and Wanda all over each other. I know i’m not an easy person to understand but I have feelings for you and want to be with you. I didn’t want to lose my chance before it was too late” you can see the insecurity in her eyes as she gazes up at you, you know she isn’t always in touch with her feelings so for her to be vulnerable with you in this moment, means more to you then she will ever know. You smile softly at her and stroke her cheek. “I’m yours Natty, I always have been. I want to be with you and only you”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you

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Masterlist 1

Emoji Guide

Dark themes = 🖤

Smut = ❤️

Find masterlist 2 here

Marvel

-Steve Rogers

An understanding between artists

Steve is in love with the male reader and outed

Police officer Steve Rogers x male reader

-Bucky Barnes

Werewolf Bucky x vampire male reader

“Can you please come get me?” drabble

“You’re gonna be okay, baby, just breathe. It’s all going to be fine.” Drabble

Bucky Barnes with a male reader who has a prosthetic arm

Bucky Barnes with a male reader who likes pastel and sanrio

-Poly Stucky

Relaxing on a snowy morning part 1

A snowy evening (Relaxing on a snowy morning part 2)

Party of one, two, three? (ftm reader) part 1

Party of one, two, three? (ftm reader) part 2

Poly Stucky x shapeshifter male reader who turns into a wolf pup

-Tony Stark

Tony Stark x Ftm teen reader

Tony Stark x top rival male reader

-Loki Laufeyson

Loki x Tank/Healer male reader

-Moon Knight (Marc, Steven and Jake)

Marc and Steven being comforted by the reader after being yelled at

Shower fun with Marc❤️

Khonshu x ftm reader

Steven Grant x Monster/Non human male reader

Sub Jake Lockley x Dom male reader (scent and Collar)❤️

Jake Lockley x ftm reader❤️

Sub Jake Lockey x Dom reader, Alleyway❤️

Moonboys with male reader who says the safeword

Moonboys x ftm reader who was harrassed for being gay and trans

Moonboys with a flirty male reader and how he flusters them

Moonboys with a tall and buff male reader

Steven Grant venting to his boyfriend

-multiple

Nine realm headcanons

Bucky and Loki x Oblivious male reader

Avengers forgetting about your anniversary

Marvel x Eldritch horror male reader

Marvel Characters reacting to reader suprise hugging them

-Dick Grayson

Lazy-day

Dick Grayson x male reader meeting at a gala part 1

Dick Grayson x Male reader meeting at a gala part 2

Dick Grayson x male reader, undercover❤️

Dick Grayson x ftm reader who is dysphoric

Dick Grayson x Possesive dom male reader❤️

Dick Grayson x former circus performer male reader

Dick Grayson nsfw alphabet❤️

Dick Grayson with a ftm reader whos been deadnamed and misgendered on purpose

Dick Grayson being brought into subspace by the reader with sparring❤️(ish?)

-Jason Todd

Sub Jason Todd x Dom Older vigilante male reader❤️

Sub Jason Todd x Dom Older vigilante male reader part 2❤️

Sub Jason Todd x Dom male reader, desperate for each others touch❤️

Jason Todd nsfw alphabet❤️

Jason Todd being insecure about his appearence with an artist reader

Jason having flashbacks as the reader stitches him up

Jason with a male reader whos older and is like his sugar daddy ❤️

-Tim Drake

Tim Drake trying to flirt with a Tiefling reader but he has no idea how

-Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne and speedster male reader who he hates but starts to like

-Bruce Wayne

Bruce Wayne nsfw alphabet❤️

-Klarion

Klarion x young justice hero male reader

-Edward Nashton/The Riddler (2022)

Reader comforts Edward when hes working

Edward and the reader are obsessed with each other

Edward x male reader whos a huge romantic

Reader tries to figure out who the Riddler is part 1

Reader tries to figure out who the Riddler is part 2🖤

Top Edward x Bottom male reader, who met at Arkham❤️

-Bruce Wayne/Batman (2022)

Bruce x Male reader who is big and intimidating, but a softy

Bruce x Detective male reader

Sub Bruce x dom male reader❤️

-Hal Jordan

Hal Jordan nsfw alphabet❤️

Ftm Hal Jordan with a Ftm reader ❤️

Hal Jordan with subspace, edging under a weighted blanket ❤️

Hal Jordan and the reader having enough of him putting himself down ❤️

-Barry Allen

Barry Allen nsfw alphabet❤️

-Wally West

Bottom Wally West x Top Kryptonian male reader❤️

-Clark Kent

Clark Kent nsfw alphabet❤️

yandere Clark Kent nsfw alphabet ❤️

-Conner Kent/Kon-el

Conner Kent/Kon-el with a ftm reader

Conner Kent/Kon-el nsfw alphabet ❤️

Conner Kent/Kon-el loving the readers scent and stealing their hoodies

Conner Kent/Kon-el x kryptonian male reader ❤️

Conner kent/Kon-el cuddling with the reader for the first time

-Kaldur'ahm

Kaldur'ahm x alien male reader

-Joker

Joker x ftm reader

Ledger!Joker taking care of the sick reader

-multiple

Batson headcanons

Batsons x ftm reader

Batsons x Himbo ftm reader

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 1

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 2

Batfam x Unlucky male reader part 3

Batman/fam being determined to adopt a criminal/vigilante reader

Batboys throwing eachother around as bonding

DC characters and what kind of yandere i think they would be

Batsons with an autistic reader who mirrors them

The Boys

-Homelander/John Gillman

Homelander being spanked by dom reader ❤️

Fight Club

-Tyler Durden and the Narrator

The Narrator is extremely in love with the male reader who also catches Tylers attention

Slashers

-Billy Lenz

Billy Lenz x male reader headcanons

-Poly Ghostface

Handsome Devil part 1 (slasher male reader)🖤

Handsome devil part 2 (slasher male reader)🖤

Poly ghostface x himbo reader part 1

Poly ghostface x himbo reader part 2

Poly ghostface x autistic male reader

Poly ghsotface with a reader whos in denial about their sexuality

Poly ghostface x metalhead reader with a personality similar to Stu

Poly ghostface x reader whos fascinated by gore and blood

-Brahms Heelshire

Brahms Heelshire x protective male reader

Brahms Heelshire being comforted by male reader

Cuddling Brahms after a rough day

-Michael Myers

Michael Myers x himbo reader

Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers x male reader

Michael Myers with a voice kink ❤️

-Thomas Hewitt

Thomas Hewitt sfw alphabet

-Corey Cunningham

Corey Cunningham x slasher male reader who replaces Michael 🖤

Yandere Corey Cunningham and Michael Myers x male reader

Corey Cunningham comforting an overstimulated reader

-multiple

Slashers x male reader who is insecure about their thighs

Slashers with an s/o who vapes

Slashers and a weirdly strong male reader who keeps beating them

Slashers being given a flowercrown

Michael Myers and Brahms Heelshire with petplay

Jason Voorhees and Pyramid head with violent hide and seek

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers and Pyramid head Proposing

Dead by Daylight

-Evan Macmillan (The Trapper)

Evan Macmillan sfw and nsfw alphabet❤️

-multiple

Frank Morrison and Danny “Jed Olsen” Johsen with a s/o whos built like a brick house

Evan Macmillan, Jason Voorhees and Bubba sawyer bottoming for the first time

Star Wars

-Din Djarin

Keldabe

Din x Tall tanker male reader who is secretly a softy

Din Djarin x Flirty bounty hunter male reader

Din Djarin x Stoic male reader

Din Djarin nsfw alphabet❤️

-Poly Bobadin

Riduur

-Anakin Skywalker

Anakin skywalker x ftm reader

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x Touchy male reader

Anakin comforting reader who was tortured and has night terrors

Anakin x Jedi male reader who is Plo Koons padawan

Sub Anakin x Dom male reader who is scared of intimacy, plus handcuffs❤️

Anakin with a ftm reader who has dysphoria

Padawan Anakin and a father figure male reader who falls in love with Shmi

-Luke Skywalker

Luke Skywalker x Shapeshifter male reader

-multiple

Clonetroopers x ftm reader

Anakin, Darth Vader, Obi wan and Cody, overall headcanons

Deaged star wars ocs

Fnaf

-Montgomery Gator

Vending Machine Mechanic

Monty x tiny male reader

-multiple

How the security breach cast would help the reader instead of freddy

Security breach cast x animatronic male reader

Harry Potter

-George Weasley

George Weasley x slythering male reader

Solo Leveling

-Sung Jin Woo

Sung Jin Woo x childhood friend male reader

One punch man

-multiple

Saitama and Genos relationship headcanons

Pokemon

-Guzma

Guzma with a stoic reader who has a centiskortch

-multiple

Team star bosses with a reader who is the leader and a psychic type user

Rick and Morty

-Rick Sanchez

Rick Sanchez (C-137) being flirted with

Rick Sanchez (C-137) with a ftm reader with autism

Call of Duty

-Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost with a short male reader who is underestimated because of his height

Ghost with knifeplay ❤️

Ghost with knifeplay part 2 (theres actually no knives in this one)

Ghost with a reader whos bigger and scarier than himself

-Multiple

Call of Duty characters being fucked while being interrogated ❤️

Alejandro, Soap and König with a tall feminine male reader

Ghost and Soap with a himbo reader who is submissive and breedable ❤️

John, Alejandro,Gaz and König finding their partner asleep with animals.

Soap, Ghost, Rudy and König with a partner on the autism spectrum who copies their accent

Rudy, Alejandro and Price as biology teachers

Rudy, Alejandro and Price with an s/o whos a biology teacher

141 with a male reader who owns a huge wolf

Alejandro, Rudy and Soap with a flirty reader who speaks multiple languages

Ghost and König with a big chested male reader

Call of duty characters with a reader whos tongue tied and fumbles to speak

How the team reacts to ghost having a husband with colored hair and stretched ears

Ghost, Price, Alejandro, König, Gaz and Rudy with a male reader with long hair

141 with an older reader who still moves like a 20 year old they gush over

Cod characters with a male reader who has thick thighs and stretch marks

Cod characters reacting to meeting Prices husband

Cod characters with a male reader with a very low spice tolerance

#masterlist #male reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanon #dc imagine #dc headcanon #star wars imagine #star wars headcanon #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #Rick and morty headcanon #rick and morty imagine #one punch man headcanon #one punch man imagine #solo leveling imagine #solo leveling headcanon #call of duty imagine #call of duty headcanon

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vase-of-lilies · 11 months

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No Tears Left to Cry

❀ Possesive!Bucky Barnes x Reader (F)

❀ Warnings: Established kidnapping, captivity, NON-CON DUB-CON, dissociation, toxic relationship, manipulation, dacryphilia (aroused by someone else crying), restraints, bondage (shibari - the picture linked looks similar but just the other leg is down not tied up:)), BDSM themes, swimming in a lake, threats of drowning, drugging, lying, gaslighting, mind games that you should not play with other people, oral (f receiving), edging, skin carving with a knife (if there are more, please let me know!)

❀ Word Count: 3k

❀ A/N: This is a middle-ish story to that ties together with Coming Home To You! I would recommend reading Coming Home to You first!!!! I got this idea from a suggestion on AO3 (which has MUCH more feedback than Tumblr...) and I am really excited to write this and get everyone's opinions:)

It was you, but less. Your skin lost its color, your hair had gotten thinner, and your walk had less pep in it. Of course, when Bucky brought you here, you didn’t expect him to make you stay. With different intentions, you would have loved to stay forever. Once he started getting selfish, and needy, you were scared. When you didn’t listen to him or rebelled against him, the wrath you had to face from him was unimaginable.

On the first day, it was like any other day. You had gone down to the lake and had such a wonderful time! Just down the road was a beautiful secluded lake all to yourself and Bucky. As you stepped out onto the dock with him, he wrapped his arms around your waist and sighed. "It's so nice to be out here alone with you, away from everyone else." He whispered, kissing up the back of your neck and to your ear.

"It's beautiful up here, Buck. Are Steve and the others coming up later?" You had asked curiously, genuinely thinking that it would be a retreat up to the cabin with everyone.

"No, sweetheart. It's just us. Forever."

You chuckled at his wistfulness and turned around in his arms, nuzzling into his chest. With a maneuver that Natasha had taught you, you easily shifted you and Bucky over the edge and into the cool water below. You laugh heartily and swim over to him, kissing his lips softly as you float together.

It was what anyone wanted in that moment. Alone, in the woods with the one person you love. But Bucky had darker intents than just a weekend get away.

On Monday, the day he said you would be leaving back to New York, he had purposly slept in. You were all packed and ready to go, trying to wake him up. "Come on, sweetheart, just two more hours, wanna hold you." He said as you tried to drag him out of bed. He was much to strong for you, and pulled you into the bed with him, holding you close to him.

"Baby, I have work tomorrow. I already told Clay that I would work overtime this week since I was going out of town." You explained. The mention of your co-worker made Bucky tense up, grasping a tighter hold on you. "I already talked to Clay... and he said you're good for the week." Your brows furrowed, that doesn't sound like Clay.

Lie number one.

"Bucky, h-he wouldn't just let me off the hook. Im his only receptionist."

He rolls his eyes and flips you over onto your back. He gently cups your cheeks and says, "And you're only going to be here another week, so he said it was fine. I wanted to surprise you with a couple more days so we could really feel like we were here forever."

Lie number two.

You smiled at the sudden surprise, and tilted your head. "He really said I could stay another week?" He nodded at your question, and kissed your head.

"I promise, baby. I wouldn't lie to you."

Lie number three.

You took his word for it and relaxed into him, laying on his chest as he cradles your body against his. With the next week to yourselves, Bucky took that opportunity to drill the bars into the windows and install the locks on all of the doors. While you were on the doc, you heard his footsteps behind you and you turned.

"Why don't you come inside, love? It's getting chilly, you look cold." He says, and you try to protest but he's already began to clean up your blanket and the drink he made you. As you stand up, you're hit with a wave of dizziness. Tears stung your eyes as you look to the empty cup in Bucky's hands.

"Wh-what did you d-" your sentence is cut short as you stumble forward away from Bucky. He watches you pitifully crawl away, dirt getting under your fingernails as you drag yourself further away from him.

"Y/n, lets go inside. You look very ill." He says, kneeling in front of your form. Tears roll down your cheeks as you look up at his smiling, god-forsaken face. You whimper as he flips you over, gently picking you up. Your limbs feel like they weigh two tons, but Bucky picks you up like you are nothing.

As the world around you turns to black, your last thoughts consume you. "He lied to me... he hurt me... he's going to kill me..."

~~~~~~~

By the time you woke up, it was dark outside and dimly lit in the bedroom where you reside. Not in the bed though. Before you could open your eyes, a rough yet gentle hand ghosted its way across your stomach, and around to your back. You were standing up? It felt like you were in a swaying ship, rocking back and forth as the waves hit the sides, but you were stationary, in the cabin where Bucky is keeping you.

Once your eyes fluttered open, you were eye to eye with Bucky. Who is much taller than you. It was when you moved that you realized you couldn't; with your arms suspended above and behind your head, your right leg had been tied with a rope at the knee, hoisted up pulling your legs apart. Your left leg was kept tied at the ankle connected to a small ring on the ground, your toes barely grazing the hardwood floors beneath them.

He had tricked you, drugged you, and suspended you like a puppet that he is the master of. You tried to speak, but your voice was muffled by the very bandanna you gave Bucky when he began riding his motor cycle. You thought it would be good luck and a token of your love for him.

"Shh, don't talk love. I need you to listen to me." Salty tears fell down your cheeks, and Bucky was fast to wipe them away with his thumbs as he cupped your head in his big hands. Forced to look at him, you let him continue.

"You were too distracted by work, and that man you call a work-husband and I needed you to focus on your actual husband. He won't know you're gone, and no one is going to help you. You are here with me forever." He kissed your gagged lips, and ran his fingers over your perked nipples that sat perfectly with your bound breasts.

He talked to you as you hung helplessly. "Im going to make you feel so good, my love. You won't ever want to leave. You're not ever going to leave." His lips moved down the valley of your breasts and down passed your navel. His large hands kneaded your ample ass, and he pulled your hanging body closer to him.

As he got to your folds, he licked a long stripe down your slit, focusing on your bundle of nerves nestled right at the top. A choked moan left your throat, and more tears fell down your cheeks. "Keep crying baby girl, its making me all hot and bothered..." he joked. You shook your head, but was unable to make him stop.

His fingers teased your entrance and he pushed two straight into you. Sucking in a breath, you whimper at the sudden intrusion. Bucky was quick to ease you by sucking hard on your clit, his tongue swirling in just the right way that made you see white. You tried your best not to moan and give into him, but you failed too quick for your liking.

His stubble burned your inner thighs in just the right way, and when Bucky slapped your ass it made it even better. You allowed yourself to be eaten like a full course meal, no matter how much you hated it.

"Fuck baby girl, you taste so fucking good," he moans beneath you, lapping at your cunt like a starved man. You slick sticks to his lips as he continues to eat you out and it turns you on. Once again, you hated it.

As you felt the rising of your orgasm in your belly, he smirked and pulled away at the last second. You whined when he did not let you cum, and you looked at him as he stood up. "You will cum when I want you to..." He said dangerously, in a voice you knew very well. You nodded in shame and sniffled as he knelt back down and started devouring you again.

You closed your eyes, and allowed him to make you feel good. It was true, he did make you feel good, amazing even. And he treated you like the queen of all goddesses. Even in a time like this, you still felt loved and held by him.

As the feeling of your orgasm formed once again, he pulled away for a split second to say "Cum for me baby, be a good girl and let go." You obeyed him and he unraveled you as you came. He smiled against your cunt and continued to suck hard on your clit as your orgasm ensued.

Once he felt your little bud flutter at the sense of touch, he pulled away. He wiped his mouth and kissed up your body, taking a nipple into his mouth, and followed the rest of your body up to your lips. "You're safe with me, I promise." He kissed a tear off of your cheek and left his lips on your head for a second.

You knew you were safe with him, but it didn't feel like it. He was possessive and when he got possessive, it terrified you. You tried to talk, and he allowed you to pulling the gag from your mouth and around your neck.

"Wh-why," You whimpered, looking at him with sadness and betrayal in your eyes. "Why are you doing this? D-did you hurt anybody?"

He sighed "You are too kind hearted to be out there all alone my love. Don't you see that? The people who are hurt deserve it, especially the people who hurt you. All you need to know is everything is taken care of, and you have nothing to worry about. Ok?"

With no energy to fight, you only nodded and looked down. You sighed in relief as you felt Bucky walk behind you and begin untying your hands. He lowered you to the floor, and as he continued to untie the knots around you, you were scheming. You were not going to stay here like he wanted you to. And you were not going to listen to him no matter how harsh the punishments or consequences are.

"How about you lay down while I make dinner? It's your favorite too. I got the ingredients just for you." He said with a smile, untying the last little bit of rope around your legs. You decided to play his little game, and smiled up at him.

"Thank you, honey, th-that's really kind of you." You say cautiously, not wanting to anger him in any way. He helped you up and you stumbled a little bit, your legs still getting used to being on the ground again. You lean against him and he helps you sit down on the bed. You frown as you see a long chain connected to the wooden leg of the bed, on the end a large metal cuff.

He reached for your leg and you took this opportunity to kick him hard in the face. Blood spews from his mouth as he stumbled back and you made a run for the door. You had jumped over his reaching arm and beelined to the front door. When you got there, you noticed a new addition to the knob. It was a thumb sensor and a pin pad. The bastard talked to Stark? You knew this technology anywhere.

Bucky's booming footsteps made their way out of the bedroom and came closer to you. Before you could think, you were struggling and kicking as his arms wrapped around you, picking you up and pulling you outside of the house. On the side of the cabin was a weather shelter, and he pulled on the doors and threw you down the stairs. You landed on your back, scraping your exposed skin on the little rocks and pebbles that were scattered across the ground.

You screamed in pain, and tried scooting away from the now very angry Bucky. Your bloody back met a solid stone wall and your eyes met Bucky's piercing blue ones. "You little bitch.... I cared for you, I gave you pleasure, I was going to make your favorite fucking dinner! And this is how you repay me??" He shouted at you, making you cower. You didn't dare move, or say anything as he rummaged around the dimly one-lightbulb-lit room.

"All I do- no all I did and continue to do for you, I get a kick in the face. Such an ungrateful little shit!" You, Bucky and even God knew you screwed up. You ruined what solid chance of safety you would have gotten with Bucky and you would soon find out the consequences.

He dragged a white folded table to the middle of the room and grabbed you by the hair. He pulled you to the table and pulled out his six-shooter antique revolver from his pocket. He pointed it at your head and ordered you to lie down on your back. You listened to him, horrified. He grabbed the rough rope from the ground and began tying each limb to the legs of the table, securing your body to the top.

"This is what you deserve, Y/n, this is what you deserve for not being grateful for everything I do for you!" He yelled, making you flinch and look away from him. He pulled his favorite knife from his belt and flipped it open. He straddled your hips and held his hand over your stomach keeping you still.

"You. Are. Mine. Y/n. You are MINE." It took everything in you not to scream as his knife carved into your skin. You failed and your vocal chords ripped themselves apart as Bucky meticulously and strategically etched into your skin.

"Pl-please! I'll I- I'll be go- ah!!!! Ill be good!!! Please!! Ill be good!!!" You sobbed, but it fell on deaf ears. Bucky pulled the bandanna around your mouth again, and you immediately bit into the fabric to take the pain away. Once he was done with you, he had drawn what he called a "masterpiece" on your torso.

"Property of James Buchanan Barnes." Was jagged and bleeding along your waistline, and "JBB" was carved in more jagged letters between your breasts. You were tired and scared, but emotionless as you stared up at the light. Passed the light, passed the roof, and into a place you would rather be.

He got off of you and stood above you at the head of the table. He squeezed your cheeks together and growled, "Next time you misbehave, it's going to be cement on your feet and I'll throw you in the fucking lake. Understand?" You don't answer, your silence is enough of an answer for him. Your mind was somewhere else, anywhere else but here. You weren't listening to anything around you, and you had survived what Bucky gave you.

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It only took one of Bucky's outbursts to scare you into submission, and he did a damn good job of it. You didn't say a word for the next two weeks as he nursed you back to health. He had carefully bandaged your back and knife-inflicted wounds and kissed your skin to get you back to him. He wanted your old self back. He got you, but a different version of yourself.

You were a shell of yourself, and you had silently told Bucky that he won. To try and make you happy again, he had finally made your favorite meal. He led you to the dinner table with a blindfold on and helped you sit down. When he pulled the blindfold from your eyes, you were met with a candle-lit table with [your favorite meal] on the plate in front of you.

Tears fell down your cheeks and you turned in your chair. You wrapped your arms around Bucky's waist and cried into his shirt. He cradled your head and held you close.

"Little one, whats wrong?" He asked as he knelt down next to you. You looked at him through tear-filled eyes and shook your head.

"N-nothing..." A sad and weak smile formed on your lips. "Absolutely nothing is wrong. Not now, an-and not anymore." Your inner thoughts had won, and you had finally broken under Bucky's harsh treatment. He had a smile on his lips too, and he tilted your head up towards his.

"Im so happy to hear that, doll, so so happy." He kissed your nose and followed with a sweet kiss to your lips. "Such a sweet girl... I may even let you go to town and go shopping with me next time." Your face lit up at that and you nodded instantly.

"I will be good, so good I promise, a-and I'll even-" his chuckle cut you off and he responded "Honey, you don't have to do anything but be good. I will take care of you. I promise." And he would, from that day forward you didn't need to leave the cabin. The cuff came off, and you had free reign around the property. He even lets you go to town and do the grocery shopping with him. You learned to tolerate it but when Bucky didn't like you only tolerating it, he made you love it.

Once there were no tears left to cry, you learned to love it.

With Bucky, was captivity really that bad?

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