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#prince!steve x reader
kinanabinks · 2 years
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Of War And Love • P5
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War is over. The Prince has returned home - but after a decade on the battlefield, he's more soldier than royalty. In need of social skills, chivalry, and a princess bride, Steve is given an advisor who is tasked with rehabilitating the soldier prince and reintroducing him to high society. It's your job to make a lover out of a fighter, and teach him to be the King he was always destined to become.
You give Steve a lesson in dancing to prepare him for Princess Natalia's birthday ball, but find that you may be enjoying your time with the Prince far too much.
Content Warning: Prince!Steve x Royal Advisor!Reader, mature themes, forbidden romance, fluff, Steve is a touchy-feely pervert, angst.
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You're liberally spreading strawberry jam onto a slice of bread when the door to the cabinet room opens, stealing your attention. Standing up, you prepare to be faced by the Prince, or perhaps even Queen Sarah, but when you see none other than Sir James walking in with that cocky grin on his face, you sit back down with a huff and roll your eyes.
"What do you want, knight?" You ask him with a raised brow.
"I'm simply saying good morning to my favorite girl," He says before he strides over to you and steals your bread, taking a huge bite of it.
You stand up and snatch it back, dropping it onto your plate while glaring at him. "If that's true, I'd hate to see how you treat your least favourite," You grumble bitterly.
"Oh, stop. I am nothing but sweet to you, my lambkin," Bucky claims with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
Picking up a tissue, you wipe the corners of his mouth where red remnants of jam sit. He smirks down at you, placing a hand on your waist which you promptly slap away.
"What did you really want, Sir James?" You ask him pointedly.
"Ouch. Sir James?" He pouts, taking your hand.
You pull it back and take a step back. "If your presence serves only to irritate me, then you can leave."
"Alright, I apologize, lambkin," Bucky says with a smile. "Truly, I come to you with a warning."
Your brows furrow at his words. "A warning? Whatever for?"
He sits down at the table, picking up the rest of your bread. "When I mentioned to the Prince that I would be breaking my fast with you this morn, you should have seen the look on his face," He reveals arrogantly. "His blue eyes almost turned green, he was that jealous."
"Jealous?" You repeat with a scoff. "You jest."
"I wish my words were but a farce," He says. "But it is clear to me that our dear Prince may harbor for you a soft spot. The man has you calling him your sweeting, for heaven's sake!"
Slowly, your lips pull up. "I suspect it may not be the Prince burning with envy, but instead his closest knight," You suggest teasingly.
"I- are you speaking of me?" He sputters, standing back up and walking over to you. "You are mistaken, my lady. I have already had you, in every way. My longing for you has been quenched."
"A plague upon thee!" You curse, reaching out to hit his shoulder.
Moving back, he laughs heartily. "I jest, lambkin, you know me!" He promises. "But heed my advice - the royals have their playthings and pets. We, the commoners, are mere puppets on their strings. I love Steve like a brother, but he is not immune to his royal blood."
"You know not of what you speak," You state stubbornly. "Not all royals are pompous and spoiled. Steve's father wasn't."
"I'm sure when he was younger, King Joseph indulged in his fair share of hedonistic delights," Bucky hypothesizes. "And Steve is still of an age where temporary fun is attractive to him. Do not let yourself become a pawn in his game, my lady, for you'll be left behind in pain while he lives on as King."
"You speak quite surely," You say, raising a brow. "What if Steve simply sees me as a dear friend, and the disdain you saw on his face when you mentioned your plans to see me was simply concern for my spare time and happiness?"
Bucky's face drops as he steps closer to you. "Trust in me, my lady, you are not the type of woman who men keep at bay. I, too, once saw you as just a dear friend," He says, placing his hand on your shoulder. "And I burned alive until the day I finally acted on my desires. I warn you, the Prince is a much less patient man than I."
Saying nothing, you process his words, wondering if you should take them seriously.
He leans in closer, lowering his voice. "No matter how he makes you feel, remember that his heart is promised to Princess Natalia," Bucky tells you gravely. "Do not give him yours. It will be the one thing you regret the most."
You swallow thickly, keeping up a brave face and acting as though his words don't affect you. "Very well, Bucky. You have said your piece. You have delivered your warning. Now, you can leave me to enjoy what's left of my breakfast in peace."
He lets out a sigh and nods. Before turning to leave, he reaches out to gently tap your nose. "Don't get hurt, lambkin."
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The ball room is eerily quiet and dull as you stand in it alone. No decorations adorn the banisters or walls, no live music is playing, and not another soul stands alongside you.
When you hear steps on the stairs, you spin around immediately. Your face lights up at the sight of Steve walking down them, with a freshly trimmed beard and the nicest clothes you've seen him in. His beauty and the safety in which his presence envelops you makes you forget that the ballroom is bare and empty. With Steve, it feels as though fresh flowers and chandeliers fill the space, along with gentle music and rays of sunshine.
"Good afternoon, my sweeting," You greet him with a smile.
"It is now," He replies smoothly, walking over to you. "Far too much time has passed since mine eyes last lay upon your face."
You giggle, shaking your head. "We ate supper together yesterday eve, did we not?"
"As I said; far too much time," He reiterates with a small smirk, before looking around the room. "And what activity, pray tell, might you have in mind for me today?"
"Can you not guess by our setting, my Prince?" You ask him teasingly, raising a brow.
Steve's face falls as he lets out a sigh. "Must we, my lady?" He whines. "I do not see the point in dancing. At least not the type of dancing this ballroom sees. It's slow, and boring, and achieves nothing."
"Is that truly how you feel?" You question him, stepping forward. "Oh, my Prince, today you shall be enlightened. Ballroom dancing is the most emotive, beautiful, deep way of connecting with your partner. It allows you to exhibit trust and synergy."
"It is a way for women to show off their dresses, and for men to feel the warmth of a body against their unimpressive members," He adds curtly, before leaning closer and lowering his voice. "And believe me, my lady, I have plenty of ways to achieve the latter without dancing."
"I do not care to hear about your unimpressive member," You say bluntly, before clapping your hands together loudly. "Frederick!"
"Unimpressive? Trust in me, sweetheart; nothing about me is unimpressive, much less my cock," He says just as Frederick walks in with his violin.
You ignore his obscene language, despite the way your stomach flips and your mind shows you filthy images, and smile at Frederick. "Something slow and simple, please," You request, before turning back to Steve.
He's smirking because he knows how deeply his mention of his cock affected you, judging by the way you're unable to meet his eyes and how you nervously pull at your skirts.
Frederick begins to play a gentle melody, filling the ballroom with sweet music. You take in a deep breath and take Steve's hands in yours before placing one on your left hip.
With your free hand resting on his upper arm, you give him a smile. "We'll start with a slow waltz," You inform him. "Keep your eyes on me. Move as I do. Remain calm, and composed."
You take a step back and give him a nod, silently ordering him to follow. His brows furrow together in concentration as he attempts to follow your lead. While the both of you sway to the music, he looks down at you with a blank look.
"How was your morning with Bucky?" He asks you lowly.
"Sir James and I oft eat breakfast with each other," You inform him, biting back a smile. "And of what relevance to you is that?"
"I know of your history with Buck," He admits, glancing down at his feet as he continues stepping in time with you. "Is there... do you still feel as you did for him before?"
You're taken aback by his question. "The truth is, what happened between James and I wasn't at all romantic," You reveal. "Why do you ask, Your Highness?"
Suddenly, he dips you down, stealing your breath as he leans over you. "I spent all night wondering about you," He reveals. "Wondering how a woman as beautiful and charming as you hasn't yet been stolen away by someone."
When he lifts you back up, you rest both hands on his shoulders and smile. "I do not plan on ever being stolen away, my sweeting," You claim firmly. "I have seen love, and I have decided that it is not for me."
Steve frowns at that, pulling you closer. "But, your goal here is to teach me how to love, isn't it?" He asks you. "How can a teacher of love not herself believe in it?"
"I do believe in it," You confirm. "I just... do not believe in it as an option for me."
He looks over your shoulder and raises his voice. "Leave us, Frederick," He orders the violinist, who promptly rushes out of the ballroom. Looking back down at you, he leans up to cup your cheek. "You don't think you deserve to be loved?"
The way he's staring at you makes your heart flutter. "It's more that I don't expect it, or want it," You utter.
"So, why do you think I need it?" He wonders. "Why must I do everything I can to impress Princess Natalia and win over her love?"
"Because you are to be King," You emphasize. "You need a Queen by your side to help you rule Suvona."
"And my Queen has to be Natalia?" He interrogates you. "The one I marry, the one I love, the one who loves me, must be her?"
"Right now, she is your most ideal option," You inform him sternly.
"Is she?" Steve asks you.
You frown, gently pushing him back. "She is the Princess of a thriving kingdom. Marrying her will strengthen Suvona."
"So it isn't love I'm marrying for, but status," He mutters. "It's for the kingdom?"
"You're a prince, Your Highness," You remind him gravely. "But while that means the person you marry must also be of royal blood, that doesn't necessarily mean you can't love them. Love can grow anywhere."
"Anywhere," He repeats with a whisper. "But not with anyone."
Glancing down, you shake your head. "No, my Prince. Unfortunately, not with just anyone. But the restrictions placed on you do not limit your potential in finding love. Princess Natalia is kind, and smart, and she'll do a fine job in helping you rule Suvona. You and her were friends in childhood, and that friendship will be the basis of a beautiful marriage," You promise him. "Love grows when it is watered, and treated with care. Delicate flowers need delicate maintenance, and my job is to help you learn how to do just that."
He lets out a sigh. "How is it that you calm my every nerve? Soothe my every concern?" He wonders aloud.
You shrug, smiling up at him. "I must know you well, my sweeting," You suggest.
"It isn't just that," Steve states, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "You're an angel."
"And you think too highly of me," You tease him, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.
His hands move back down to your waist which he pulls towards his hips, pulling you into him. "You can be as modest as you like, angel, but I mean what I say," He says firmly. "I can see how my father won a war with you by his side."
"And if I can help win a war, I'm sure I can help you win in love," You add smugly.
"Love is more terrifying a battlefield than any I've before fought on," He claims dramatically, making you laugh softly.
"Once you're in it, love is the easiest thing in the world," You promise him.
"You speak as though you have firsthand experience," Steve comments curiously.
"Not firsthand, but I've seen it," You correct him. "I saw it in your parents, and it was the strength and permanence of their love that brought Suvona the success it boasts today."
"And you truly believe I can find that same love with Princess Natalia?" He questions you.
You don't answer him for a few moments, contemplating your answer. "That's not for me to say," You decide to tell him. "But, I will do everything I can to help you find out for yourself."
He nods, his hands slowly trailing down your back. "Let's continue with our dance lesson," He suggests suddenly, before spinning you around so your back is against his front. "But now, I shall teach you."
You say nothing as he grips your waist and pulls you back onto his crotch, making your eyes widen. "We- you sent out our violinist; we have no music," You remind him.
Without warning, he grinds his erect shaft into your ass while simultaneously cupping your breast, making you let out a wanton moan without any control over yourself.
"There's the music," He whispers into your ear.
You elbow his torso and snort, shocked by his misbehaviour. "How dare you act in such a filthy manner, Prince Steven?" You ask him, your mouth agape as you turn to him.
He grabs you again, smirking as he drags you back to him. "We're dancing my way, angel," He informs you smoothly, using his grip on your waist to grind your hips against his. "It's much more fun."
"And much more inappropriate," You add on curtly.
He swoops you into his arms, burying his face in your neck and nipping at your skin, making you shiver. "Allow yourself a little pleasure, my lady," Steve says before pulling back to look at you. "Allow me to steal some pleasure from you."
"From my body," You correct him with narrow eyes. "I am your advisor, and you must treat me as such."
"You are my dear friend," He cuts in. "Our formal lesson is over. We deserve some informal fun now, don't we?"
His words make Bucky's warning echo in your head. I, too, once saw you as just a dear friend. And I burned alive until the day I finally acted on my desires.
"My lady?" Steve asks, raising a brow while entwining his hands with yours and swaying your arms.
The Prince is a much less patient man than I.
"Angel?" Steve presses, shaking you gently. "To where has your mind flown?"
Pulled back to the present, you blink a few times to ground yourself. "Nowhere. I'm right here with you, my sweeting," You assure him.
A smile breaks out on his face before he lifts you up and swings you around, making you squeal with delight. Spinning around, he laughs heartily, keeping you secure in his strong embrace as you cling onto his shoulders.
Suddenly, the doors open and a stern voice calls out, "What is going on here?"
Sobering up, Steve carefully puts you down and both of your grins drop as you look over to see Queen Sarah with a less-than-amused expression on her face.
"Mother," Steve says, taken aback.
"Your Majesty," You say, instinctively taking a step away from him as you bow your head.
"Lady Y/N was teaching me to dance," He tells her casually, clearing his throat before continuing. "To prepare for Princess Natalia's birthday celebration."
"That is what she should have been doing, yes," She says, striding further into the room. "But this lesson seems far too frivolous to be at all productive."
"I apologize, Your Majesty, it is entirely my fault-"
"No, mother, the fault is mine," Steve interjects. "I grew restless of our endless lessons and instead convinced Lady Y/N into having fun."
"And last week on the knight's field?" Sarah asks him with a quirked brow. "There is no time for fun, my boy. Princess Natalia's ball is in two weeks, and she is set to make her decision that night. Please, do not give her any reason to choose that oaf, King Anthony, over you."
"Of course, mother," Steve replies, walking over to her and placing his hands on her shoulders. "Do not fret. I will be prepared for the Princess."
She nods, keeping her face blank. "I am putting my trust in you, Steven," She warns him.
He presses a kiss to her cheek before turning to you and shooting you a wink. With that, he leaves the ballroom.
"I am also putting my trust in you, Y/N," Sarah tells you, walking closer to you. "My son needs to have secured a courtship with the Princess by the end of her ball. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, of course-"
"That means he cannot be distracted by anything or anyone else," She says gravely. "You and my son are close in age. He's a handsome man, and you're a beautiful woman. And I am not naive. If you find that either of you are having inappropriate feelings, then you are to tell me at once so that I can terminate your service."
Your eyes widen and you feel a surge of fear at her words. Terminate your service?
"There will be nothing of the sort, Your Majesty," You promise her. "My lessons with the Prince are purely professional. Anything more would be inconceivable."
Sarah gives you a tight-lipped smile. "It brings me relief to hear you say that," She says, turning to leave before looking back at you. "Oh, and one more thing: your private suppers with Steven are to stop. There is no need for the two of you to spend any time together outside of your lessons. Am I understood?"
You feel nauseous at her stern tone, but you nod. "I understand, Your Majesty," You say with a nod, pained at having to give up your dinners with Steve. They provide you with jovial, stress-free downtime during which you can get to know the real Steve.
But you don't need to know the real Steve. You shouldn't want to. Bucky's warning once again rings in your head.
Don't get hurt.
Thought it may be too late for that.
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luveline · 7 months
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Omg ok Jade my love can I request a princess soulmate au with Steve? Where reader is Prince Steve’s soulmate but maybe she’s not royal herself and is struggling a bit with being the future princess?
Almost like similar vibes to some of the loser gf with rockstar Sirius things you’ve done
thank you sm for your request! (sci-fi fairytale au) prince!steve
cw talk of losing weight to fit into a dress 
Prince Steven sits across from you with a bowl of grapes and a pair of embroidery scissors. He's going to stab me, you think morosely. I'm wretched and boring and he's going to stab me and then the stars will give him another soulmate and he'll forget this whole misfortune.
He seems lost for words as you are, or uninterested. You think he's going to talk and he eats another grape instead, hair fluttering in the breeze that filters in from the balcony, his eyes trained on the holoscreen. He's pretty —soft face, softer hair, almond shaped eyes that seem perpetually amused— but more alarmingly, he's fit. Physically fit from years of sports. Royals do all manner of olympiad competition, evident in his toned shoulders and his sun-kissed skin. 
"How's your embroidery?" he asks suddenly. 
You startle, pretending you'd been attending to that rather than staring at him uselessly. "It's going well, Prince Steven," you lie. You've never embroidered before —you have practical sewing skills for darning scuffed trousers and patching elbows, but embroidery is a labour of time. Time is a luxury you haven't had. 
"Steve," he corrects. 
"Do I… Is it really okay for me to call you that? Won't people think I'm presumptuous?" 
"Ten dollar word." He slides the bowl toward you, a beautifully glazed ceramic piece that likely cost more than your month's rent. "Well, they usually let me have whatever I want, and I want you to call me Steve. And to relax. And eat more." 
"I can't. They said I need to fit into my wedding dress." 
"The wedding dress needs to fit you," Steve says, the simple cut of his button down pulled snug to his chest as he leans back in his chair. "Not the other way around. Is that why you didn't eat much at breakfast? Or was it just gross?" 
"It wasn't gross," you say softly. 
"You don't have to do any of that stuff, either, if it's boring." 
You run your finger down the creamy linen stretched between your bamboo hoops. "I don't know if it's boring. I can barely do it." 
"You're too mean to yourself," he says. 
Steve stands and puts his arm behind his head, pushing his elbow until something clicks. Embarrassed by his dismissal, you stare at your hands and fume at yourself when they begin to tremble. 
It's too much. All of it. The cruel Palace attendants who know you're not good enough. Steve and his good nature. The wedding dress, the fine China, your wonky stitches. 
Steve steps to your side. He holds out his hand, and you pass him your embroidery without meeting his eyes. Your mood worsens at the sharp slink of snipping, sure that Steve will cut your pattern from the sketch and tell you to start again. 
"Sorry, your white knot at the back was bothering me. Pass me a slimmer needle? I'll tuck it behind your stitches." 
Astonished, you pass Steve a smaller needle from the pin cushion. His brows creases gently as he works, rewiring the white thread with patience and efficiency. 
"There. It looks really nice, honey. You're a fast learner." He passes you the hoop. You take it a beat too slow and he either doesn't notice or doesn't make a fuss, chucking you under the chin softly. "Don't worry so much. I'll talk to Cordelia about your wedding dress, the idea that you need to fit into it like it's one size fits all is dumb. It's made for you. Like, what are they expecting?" 
"They're probably hoping this is all a big mistake." 
"Did someone say that to you?" 
"Nobody had to say it to me, I can tell from the way they look at…" Steve takes your face into his hand, effectively killing anything you'd been trying to say.  
He seems royal, then. Used to getting his way, maybe, the disapproving lining of his otherwise sweet eyes. You get a flash of a memory, the morning you'd been presented, Steve in his finery with his platinum crown like a beacon in brown hair, you in your best dress, embarrassingly drab in comparison, your hand offered. He'd been meeting with eligible women all week. 
You were there as a formality. Never for a second did you think your soul mark would react to his, lines of light around your opposite wrists. 
To think you'd worried about touching him. You could never imagine how beautifully careful he is, how tender. You didn't know men were like this until Steve showed you, his niceness apparently bone deep and in everything he does. 
"If people are being jerks, you have to tell me." You never imagined how casual and vulgar he'd be either. "What's the point in being a princess if people don't respect you?" 
"I'm not a princess," you say. Your heart is a hummingbird as he turns his hand and strokes your cheeks with the backs of his fingers. 
"You will be. Nothing can change that. You're going to be a princess, and you can do as much or as little as you want, because those dorks left me in charge and I say so. I can decree it, if that makes you feel better," he says, dropping his hand, the phantom of it lingering like static shock. 
"What if I'm not meant for this?" you ask quietly, shy but terrified enough to ask. 
"I was meant for you," he says, tone matching yours in timidity. His sleeves rolled up as they are, you can see the soft light of his soul mark taking a pink hue. "Right?" 
Your soul mark glows a gentle pink to match his. Because you and Steve don't know one another well, not yet, but the feeling is there, thrumming under the skin like a pulse. Not love, not not love, a glowing desire. A want to know him.
There have been moments where you wished he wasn't a Prince, but then there's no guarantee you ever would have met. 
"Right," you mouth, offering him a small smile. 
"We were meant to be together…" Steve bends at the waist, meeting your eyes. He's yet to kiss you in the week since you met, but his touches come braver everyday, the unfamiliarity between you melding into butterflies. His smirk shakes them awake. "So let's be together the way we want to. Think of princess-ing as optional." 
"And you as mandatory?"
"I'm also optional," he says with a warm laugh. "But dinner is not. I need to know what you like, if we're going to get married."
You practically gulp. Right. You're going to be his soulmate, his princess, and his wife. 
"Don't be scared. I'm not cooking it, chef Joyce is." Steve brushes hair from his eyes like a model from the giant holo screens, unaware of his own attractiveness. "I'm a shitty cook. My talents lie in other things," he drawls grandly, "like lacrosse, and neck massages." 
He winks. You laugh genuinely for the first time since you met him, and his face splits with glee.  
if you want to request anything for this AU please do! steampunk princess soulmate and her smitten prince is my new fave thing
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maroon-cardigan · 28 days
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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑
an enemies to lovers prince!steve x princess!fem!reader mini series | a kingdom au
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summary: you were never graceful enough to be a princess, always playing with bows and arrows, while your clumsy but sweet twin brother gregory picked flowers and studied plants outside the castle. childhood was good and gentle to you both until the threat of a war challenged your father, the king. now he must to do whatever it takes to protect your nation, even if that means training greg to go to war and become the heir the kingdom deserves, or marry you off to the future king of the neighbouring kingdom. prince steve always knew he would marry a princess, but he never thought his parents would choose such a rebellious, wild creature like you.
overall word count: 57.7k
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no use of y/n, fem!reader’s name is violet.
warnings: small age gap between reader and steve (3 years), explicit mentions of blood and wounds, fear of death, misogyny, blackmailing, eventual smut. this series and my blog are +18, minors do not interact. it is mentioned that reader has long hair but there is no specific description of hair type.
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𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱
part I: 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦
part II: 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
part III: 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬
part IV: 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝
part V: 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬
part VI: 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 (apr, 5th)
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angelyuji · 1 month
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i was thinking abt this last night and i forgot to write it down. however, im in the bathroom peeing in one of the campus bathrooms when i REMEMBERED!
yandere justice league to me is VERY different from yandere avengers (not gonna touch on x-men or the other groups of superheroes just yet).
tw // yandere, physical abuse, manipulation, just… general yandere stuff
yandere justice league are manipulative, obsessive, and possessive, BUT they would never ever ever lay a hand on you/their obsession. like they would kidnap, manipulate, drive u to the brink of madness, but they would never ever physically hurt you. like bruce may borderline harass (y/n) at their place of work, clark may keep (y/n) chained up at the fortress, diana would gaslight (y/n) to the point where they abandon their family, but never would they cross that line of physical abuse.
but yandere avengers… they would use any tool at their disposal to get (y/n) to break. ive written abt steve already (so go check that out). but i feel like the clear difference (to me) is that avengers would hurt u to get what they want.
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stevesxyellowxsweater · 2 months
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Satisfied
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PAIRING: Prince!Steve Harrington x Reader WC: 3k CW: Minors do not interact!! No use of y/n, very few uses of feminine pronouns, I believe that it is fairly gender neutral. Reader wears makeup, and a pink puffy outfit also called maid of honour. (Please kindly correct me if I'm wrong.) Angst, heartbreak, mentions sadness, cheating if you squint. SUMMARY: It's time to celebrate your sister's wedding! What a wonderful celebration you'll have... if only you were the bride. Based on Hamilton's song Satisfied AUTHOR NOTES: Here is my first ever fic based off of a song, so please be gentle with me! This is a total labour of love and I hope you all enjoy it. @entermxnson I love you, thank you so much for the support and always reading my work it means a lot. @reidsbtch thank you for reading it for me and giving your opinion. Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing dividers.
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The door shook as you flung it open, rushing inside desperate for a moment of solace. The tears you'd been fighting since the beginning of the ceremony were already starting to slip from your eyes as you slammed the bathroom stall shut. Sitting on the toilet seat you watched the awful pink plume of a dress your sister chose rise for a moment. Anger and frustration caused you to fight it down to reach for the tissue as the tears truly began to fall. 
Nothing felt right, everything inside you just hurt. Having to watch the man you love marry another woman ripped your heart in two. Maybe you would have learnt to deal with it, but the person he married was your sister. Mascara tears flowed down your face, you were unable to stop them. He looked so handsome today, he looked so perfect. But he wasn't yours, he was hers. Prince Steve Harrington chose his bride and that was your younger sister.
The door to the bathroom opened, and heels clicked gently as someone entered the room. “It's almost time for your toast.” It was your youngest sister, did she know you were crying? Did she know you loved your sister's husband? “Dad is about to start.” You wiped your eyes and steadied yourself, hoping that she'd not hear the sadness in your voice as you spoke. “I'll be right out, this damn dress is a pain to go to the bathroom in.” 
She laughed, she didn't know. “I'll tell Dad to start, maybe Dustin can give his speech before you.” You smiled, thankful at the idea. “I'll be right there.” You said once more. There was a pause and your heart thumped hard as you thought she was going to say more. “Okay.” She finally said before her heels clicked away and the door swished open and shut. You sat there in science for a moment, the tears still wanting to trickle down your face. But you knew you needed to lock them away.
Standing up, you stepped out of the stall to see the damage your tears had done to your war paint. Fixing it the best you could, you then took several deep breaths and left the bathroom to face your doom. You hated public speaking, but you had to do this, you had to because she'd begged you to stand here and raise a glass in front of the royals, in front of his friends and your friends. In front of Billy Hargrove, you should've agreed to date all those years back instead of telling him he disgusted you.
Stepping into the room, you could feel a sinking feeling in your stomach as you approached Dustin Henderson and the microphone. “Alright, alright. Here's the moment we've all been waiting for, give it up for the maid of honour!” You smiled gently and took the microphone as everyone around you clapped. Taking a deep breath, you stared at the floor trying to focus. You needed to speak, you needed to say something but your heart was aching, your stomach swirling, and you just wanted to run away. “I’m not much for public speaking, so I’m going to keep this short and sweet.” You said with a gentle and almost awkward laugh.
You stared at the floor for a moment, trying to come up with words. You were meant to have something written, but you hadn’t been able to. Each time you tried to put something on paper all you could do was think about Steve and how he was meant to be yours. How he should’ve been yours. Now it was dooms day and here you were, nothing prepared and all fucking eyes were on you. You could always wing it, no one would know. Right?
Snapping out of your trance, you looked up and smiled. “A toast to the groom.” You said lifting your glass to the room. “And to the bride, from your sister who is always by your side.” You said with a smile and placed a hand on your chest. You did love her, even if your heart was shattered, she was your best friend. “To your union, and the hope that you provide to everyone here.” You smiled around the room as your cup was lifted high. “May you always…” your eyes landed on Steve, his eyes were glued to yours. His long fingers held his champaign flute high as he watched you. “Be satisfied.” 
As the words left your mouth, as your eyes took in the sight of the man you loved, he slowly lowered his glass while everyone toasted. The pair of you stared deep into each other's eyes, unable to look away. The world around you began to rewind and go back to that night that you would regret for the rest of your days. The night you met and lost the only person who you ever wanted, and you gave up for family.
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The lights twinkled like candlelight, it felt like a dream as you and your sisters arrived at the party. From the moment you stepped inside the ballroom, eligible men began to fawn over the three of you, desperate to get your attention. Your family was well off, and everyone knew it. Weaving through the crowd, you got yourself a glass of champagne and swayed to the music enjoying the scene around you for a moment as you stood alone. 
Several men had approached you while you enjoyed your time people-watching, not a single one was interesting to you at all. Hargrove, Munson, Byers. With a simple smile and a decline of dancing, they moved on quickly to other women, some trying your sisters, some approaching Nancy Wheeler or Tammy Thompson. None of them mattered to you, even interested you. They didn’t make your heart race.
But then you saw him.
Everything changed in that moment, you knew you'd never be the same again. Those beautiful eyes, that perfectly crafted jaw. Slender body, he looked muscular even if he looked a tad skinny. His eyes locked to yours, and it was as if time stood still for a moment. He began to move fighting against the sea to meet you. Straight across the dance floor, bumping into couples, his eyes never leaving you for a second.
Maybe it was gravity, he was the sun and you were a planet. Or maybe he was a magnet attracting you with an intensity that you had never felt before. Either way, you made your way to him, meeting near the edge of the dance floor. Your eyes focused on each other, neither daring to look away.
“Hi.” Your heart skipped a beat as he continued to stare deep into your soul. His voice was as silky smooth as caramel. What was a proper greeting? What was your name again? You couldn't remember as you stared at him, fuck how could someone have such an effect on you? This never happened to you before, you weren’t that sort of person.
“Hi.” You finally managed to say. He smiled and stretched his hand out. “May I have this dance?” He questioned, before he could even finish his sentence your hand was on his. His touch set you on fire, every part of you aflame. 
Moving to the dance floor, the pair of you began to dance. His arm around your waist as he held your hand, your other resting on his shoulder. Your bodies moved close together, an intense desire bubbling between the two of you, that neither of you had ever felt before. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his face. The way moles littered his face, how his hair just fell perfectly in place almost like he wasn’t even trying. Was this what love felt like?
“You strike me as a person who has never been satisfied.” The way he spoke in your ear sent your stomach twisting, desperation and desire bubbling up inside of you. You were practically salivating as you felt yourself becoming turned on by his voice. “I’m sure I don't know what you mean, you forget yourself.” You replied looking up at him. He was bold, and you liked it. 
He smiled, a boyish smile on his face. “You're like me, I'm never satisfied.” His face was close to yours, you could feel his breath on your face as you thought about what it would be like to feel his lips on yours. Biting your lip, you looked up at him attempting to keep your composure. “Is that right?” You asked, unable to stop the smile from breaking through. “I've never been satisfied.” He whispered to you. Your eyes met as your lips moved close to each other’s. You didn’t feel like you could breathe, you wanted him. 
You told him your name with a smile, proud of your family. “Steve Harrington.” He replied. “Where is your family from?” He smiled and shook it off. “Unimportant, there's a million things I haven’t done, so just you wait.” He told you as his forehead touched yours. His hands fidgeting didn't go unnoticed, or the way he looked away for a moment. It was like he was hiding something.
He was so graceful on his feet, his eyes were locked to yours at each moment. You couldn't stop smiling. Even as the song ended, you were meant to clap for the band. But Steve kept hold of your hand, not wanting to let you go. He escorted you to the side so you could talk more.
You began to talk about literature, about science, and so much more. He was like you, you had so much in common. You'd never before met someone who matched your wit. What was the catch? He seemed too good to be true, was it possible to see find your soulmate tonight? 
You couldn't stop the hopeful feeling inside you. You rarely found someone that you had so much in common with, and yet here you were. Steve Harrington, the man who came from nowhere and wormed his way into your heart with only a few minutes of your time. 
Of course you couldn't help but notice how much of a flirt he was, the way he touched your arm, the way he gazed into your eyes. His smile was causing you to melt on the spot, for heat to pool between your legs. You needed him more than you could ever begin to admit. 
He was so handsome, and he clearly knew it. Your eyes studied his jaw and how his beard fuzz was beginning to settle in. His eyes were the most captivating thing you'd ever seen and the way his face was decorated with moles and freckles. Were they all over his body? You questioned mentally as he spoke, saying something to make you laugh.
You decide that you want to take him away, that you want to be alone with him, that privacy was something you were desperate for with Steve. You were in society, of course you shouldn't be thinking about what the pair of you could do alone, but it was so very tempting. Alone with Steve, a place where your lips could meet and the pair of you could give into the hunger that you both felt.
Turning to lead him away, your eyes landed on your sister across the room. Her eyes were on Steve and you suddenly realized the look she had on her face, she was in love. She was helpless as she gazed at Steve, she wanted him as badly as you did and as you stared at her you began to realize three reasons you shouldn't be with him.
“Where are you taking me?” You heard Steve ask, your hand still holding his. “I'm about to change your life.” You tell him with a smile. “Then by all means lead the way.” He said his fingers brushing over yours as he smiled. You know that this is the last moment he will be yours, the last minute that you will ever see him look at you that way.
Number one.
You were the oldest, it was your job to marry a well off man who could help take care of your father when he was old. You were the best choice though, even if you did say so yourself. But from the insidious gossip that echoed throughout the town Steve was penniless… but that didn't mean you wanted him any less.
You watched your sister introduce herself to Steve, a shy but bold smile as she looked at him. His eyes looked toward you as he heard the last name. “She's my sister.” You said with a charming grin. 
Number two.
He was only after you because of your last name, you'd be naive to ignore that. He knew you were rich, he knew that it would set him on the right path. You couldn't have someone using you, so your sister seemed like the better option. Of course if you'd of realized the truth, if you knew who he was you'd have kept him for yourself.
Watching as the two of them spoke, the way he held her hand and placed a kiss on it, it hurt. He was meant to be yours, he should've been yours. “I'll leave you to it.” You walked away, your hand moving to your chest as you did, it hurt. You were in so much pain at the loss of him. If you'd of looked back you'd have seen his eyes on you asking you to stay, asking for you.
Number three.
You knew your like you knew yourself, she was a good person and if you told her that you loved him she'd resign and he'd be yours. But you couldn't do that to her, you couldn't tell her that. Even if you told her that you loved him, and she told you that it was fine to have him. You knew she would've been lying. Glancing back for just a moment, you felt your heart breaking. He was no longer yours.
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As your words for your toast echoed around you, you glanced down at the glass in your hand. You tried your best to keep your emotions in check. Looking up you smiled, before walking away. You didn't want to stay here, you couldn't stand it. 
Stepping out into cool night air, your hands held onto your chest. Every night since you first met you think about him, you'd fantasize about his eyes and each little part of him. You wished you'd not sized him up so quickly. It had been the biggest blow when you discovered he was a prince.
Tears began to trickle down your cheeks, at least you knew your sister would be happy as his bride. You'd never seen her so fucking happy. Even if you were miserable, at least she was. You honestly didn't care about the crown, didn't care that he was royal or rich, you only cared about him. But now your sister was his princess.
A jacket wrapped around your shoulders, cutting the cold from reaching you. You didn't need to turn around to know who it was, you could smell the expensive cologne. His presence always caused your heart to flutter. It always made your stomach twisted and made you feel nervous.
 It was Steve.
“You strike me as a person who has never been satisfied.” He said in your ear, you could feel his touch, feel his hands on your waist and it was driving you insane.”I don't know what you mean, you forget yourself.” You whisper gently as you turn your head to look at him.
Your bodies were close, his hands on your arms, his breath in your ear. You just wanted him to hold you and tell you it was okay. Sighing gently you bit your lip. “You're like me, I'll never be satisfied.” He whispered to the point you could feel his lips on your ear.
“You shouldn't have said that in your toast.” Turning around you looked at him, your tears shon in the light. Slowly Steve reached up and wiped away your tears. “I don't care…” you whispered your voice breaking as you spoke. Without a word he pulled you into a hug and held onto you tightly.
You could feel his large hands on your back, the way he held you made you wish that you didn't just have to fantasize about him. But you knew that your sister would be happy as his bride, you couldn't do that to her. You didn't have it in your heart to hurt her.
Pulling back slightly, you looked into Steve’s eyes. His fingers moved to brush your hair from your face. “I will never be satisfied.” He whispered as he kept his eyes on you, unable to look away. You wanted so desperately to just have one kiss, just a single kiss with him. But you couldn't, he wasn’t yours.
Hearing calls of his name he glanced back toward the hall and sighed. Leaning forward he pressed his head against yours for a moment. Just soaking in that feeling of how losing a soulmate felt. You stood together, foreheads pressing to each other for maybe a moment before he stepped away.
Slipping off his jacket, you pushed it into his hand. It seemed as he took it his scent went with him. He looked you in the eyes one last time, glaning down you sighed as you heard his footsteps recede. It felt like he was walking out of your life forever. Looking up, you watched him as he glanced at you one last time before he left to go back inside to find his bride. As he disappeared in the crowd, the sadness bubbled over and the tears started once more.
“He will never be satisfied.” You whispered as you took a seat on a bench, your hands wiped away your tears as his lingering touch faded from you. “I will never be satisfied.”
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chennqingg · 2 months
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💫 opening taglists 💫
hello everyone (if anyone ever sees this), i'm gonna start opening taglists for some of my writings! let me know if you want to be tagged for a character, a series or both (character & series) by responding on this post. Everyone has until Feb. 5th to respond!
who i currently write for in my mcu masterlist (current characters & the series i'm mainly focusing on):
➳ Loki
➣ series: the prince & the warrior
Synopsis of prince & the warrior: Loki knew you since childhood, you became a fearsome Asgardian warrior and his personal bodyguard when you got older, which was heavily frowned upon. Despite this, Loki still had to utmost respect for you, not as his best friend, but as someone who didn't follow the normal traditions and paved your own path. Soon, he falls in love with you & you're both willing to do anything despite your different social standings to take any risk to be together.
➳ James Buchanan Barnes (Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier)
➣ series: the winter soldier & the healer
Synopsis of winter soldier & the healer: Bucky goes to Wakanda to permanently deprogram Hydra from his mind. He takes you with him to Wakanda originally as a form of support & backup plan in case the deprogramming process didn't work. Little did he know that you would do a lot more than support him and he eventually falls in love with you.
➳ Steven Grant Rogers (Steve Rogers/Captain America)
➣ series: the captain & the secret agent
Synopsis of captain & the secret agent: Steve doesn't trust the new agent that was hired by Nick Fury, as the new agent was formerly affiliated with Hydra. After proving yourself multiple times that you aren't the person that many people perceive you as, Steve tries to win your heart.
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I saw you reposted that mermaidcore moodboard and it just got me thinking of Prince!Steve Harrington x Mermaid!Reader and how absolutely magical it would be 🩵🫧🤩
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i think about that sometimes too, but not in a little mermaid au, y’know? more in a she’s-sorta-witchy-so-she-can-change-between-tail-or-legs kind of way. a little bit like the mermaids in pirates of the caribbean too! a little evil and manipulative and likes playing mean tricks on people, sorta like fairies, and sorta like tinkerbell in that pouty / grumpy way of hers.
but she falls for stevie and he’s the only one she’s ever soft for… instead of playing tricks on him, she leaves him little gifts. instead of manipulating him into things, she praises him constantly. instead of using him, she becomes his protector. definitely plays evil pranks on whoever is mean to him.
“think you got a soft spot for me”
“you should be so lucky”
she’s a grump, always serious, doesn’t socialize with anyone, maybe giving off some wednesday addams vibes? yeah, i like that. but she melts for her stevie, even though she tries to hide it— he can see right through her.
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Satisfied by @stevesxyellowxsweater
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Eddie the Victorious by @xoxovivafics
sympathy for the devil by @munsonsbtch
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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother. Part 28
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<Part 27<
Warnings: fluff, Steve being cute, 18+ readers only, swearing, IT'S THERE WEDDING NIGHT! SMUT, fingering, hand job, oral (f-receiving), virginity lose, unprotected sex, soft sex, blood, people listening (medieval shit), Steve being a tease, Steve and reader just being cute
"Another?" Morgana asked around a yawn.
You rolled your eyes playfully at her from where you knelt on the floor beside her bed. Not an easy task in your ball gown, but you couldn't say no to the Little Princess when she asked for a bed time story. "I don't think you'll stay awake for a second story, Little Princess." You teased her. "Now, snuggle your bear tight and close your eyes."
"I don't want to go to sleep." She yawned again.
"I think you do." You smiled softly at her. "I certainly do." You sighed and rested your head against your hand as you leaned against her bed.
Morgana shook her head, "If I go to sleep, it means I won't get to see you again." She pouted.
Your brow furrowed. "You'll see me tomorrow."
She shook her head. "But you're leaving... Forever. I'll never see you again." She sniffled.
Your heart broke at the sight of her tears. "Oh, Morgana, of course you will," You got up with a struggle and sat on the bed beaide her, pulling her onto your lap.
"What if, you move away, and, forget, about me?" She sobbed.
"Impossible." You smiled. "We're family. You're one of the most important people in my life."
"And mine." Steve smiled at the pair of you from the door way. "You're welcome to visit Brook whenever you want, Princess Morgana. There's a room already waiting for you." He smiled softly at her.
Her eyes lit up. "Really?"
Steve nodded. "Just needs your seal of approval." He winked at her making her giggle.
You smiled, "Feel better?" You asked her.
She nodded, "Can I have another story?" She asked batting her eyelashes at you making you roll your eyes again.
"I don't have the energy, Little Princess." You gave her a tired smile.
"I'l can read it, if you'd like, Princess Morgana..." Steve knelt beside the bed as he placed his hand on your knee. "You need to get ready for bed yourself, My love." Steve softly said as he gave you a reassuring look.
You nodded nervously and turned to Morgana. "Can King Steven read to you?" You asked.
She nodded and got off your lap. "Okay... But I hope you're better than daddy... He's terrible." She rolled her eye making you giggle and Steve grin.
"I'm sure I'm much better than your father, Princess." Steve stood up and held his hand out to you, helping you up from the bed. "I'll be along shortly, my love." He kissed your cheek.
You nodded and looked back to Morgana. "Good night, Little Princess."
"Night..." She waved you off with barely a second glance. "Will you read this, King Steven?" She asked him as she held up a second (thicker) book.
You left Morgana's chambers with a giggle as you watched Steve settle in the small armchair near Morgana's bed as he took the book from her.
"Everything okay, Your Highness?" Bucky asked as you closed the door behind you and joined him and Sam in the hallway.
You smiled and nodded at the pair of them.
"Where is the King?" Sam asked with a curious look.
You let out a small giggle, "Somehow, Morgana has managed to convince Steve to read her another book."
The pair of them chuckled, tempted to take a peak at their mighty king behaving so mundane.
"I'll give it five minutes and rescue His Majesty, shall I?" Sam asked with a smirk.
You smiled, "I don't think Morgan a will last five minutes." You chuckled softly. "I'll bid you good evening, Sam. " You bowed your head to him.
"Goodnight, Your Highness." Sam bowed before you.
Bucky offered his arm to you before the pair of you began to make your towards the chambers you and Steve would be sharing on your wedding night.
"I wanted to give you this back whilst we were still alone." You smiled up at Bucky as you placed the velvet pouch into his hand. "Thank you."
Bucky nodded, "It was my honour, Your Highness." He smiled and quickly slipped into his pocket as you came to a stop outside the chamber doors.
"Goodnight, Bucky." You leaned up and kissed his cheek, smiling to yourself as he blushed.
Bucky bowed before you before opening the door for you. You entered the room and let out a relieved sign once you saw Natasha and Wanda waiting for you.
"You look about ready to pass out." Natasha chuckled as she walked up to you. "Princess Morgana make it all the way through the story?"
You nodded, "And some." You sighed and looked around the room you were in. You had an uneasy feeling being in a room that wasn't yours, knowing what was about to happen.
"Relax," Wanda smiled warmly at you as she began to take youe jewellery off.
You hummed, "Easy for someone to say who isn't about to have the entire court listen to her-"
"I meant-" Wanda cut you off with a giggle. "You have nothing to fear with King Steven." She smiled kindly at you.
You nodded, "I know... I'm just, worried I'll make a fool of myself... Steve, is far more experienced than I am." You frowned to yourself.
"From my experience, women rarely make a fool of themselves if they're stood naked in front of a man." Natasha chuckled behind you making you and Wanda giggle. "King Steven, isn't going to judge you, Your Highness."
You nodded. "I know, I know... I'm just being silly..." You smiled to yourself, "It's still hard to believe that we're really married."
"Well believe it, Your Highness..." Natasha smiled as she finished unbuttoning the back of your gown.
With the help of Natasha and Wanda you were able to slip out of your gown and under skirts quickly, the three of you having done the whole routine countless times.
"Shall I brush your hair now, Your Highness?" Wanda asked holding your hairbrush once you were just in your nights gown.
You shook your head, "No, thank you. I'd like to do it myself." You smiled softly at her as she handed you the hairbrush. "The two of you are dismissed now. Thank you."
Natasha frowned, "But we still have-"
"It's fine, Natasha. I'd like a few moments to myself." You smiled at her. "Really, I'm fine."
The two of them nodded and bowed before leaving the room. You were left in silence as you settled in front of the dressing table at the far side of the room opposite the doors to the chambers.
You stared at your reflection in the mirror, struggling to believe that you were someone's wife now. And not just anyone's, you were Steve's wife, and the thought made you so happy.
Since you were old enough to understand, you'd been terrified of being forced to marry a man that would treat you horrendously. Use you as nothing else but a breeding machine. You were terrified you'd be forced to marry King Brock and be treated to a life of misery.
"My love?"
You looked up at Steve's reflection in the mirror as he stood behind you. "Oh, Steve," You sniffled, wiping your fallen tears away, not even realising you'd been crying.
"My love, what's wrong?" Steve asked as he knelt beside you and cupped your face in his hands, brushing your tears away.
You shook your head with a smile, "I'm just... Happy." You giggled, "You make me happy." You smiled at him, making him grin.
"You make me happy too." He leaned forwards and pressed his lips against yours lovingly.
"Did Morgana fall asleep?" You asked as he stood up and took your hands, helping you stand.
He nodded. "After the first page." He chuckled.
"Thank you, for reading to her. You didn't need to." You leaned up and pecked his lips.
Steve smiled and rested his forehead against yours. "She's family, Y/n and I look after my family." He whispered.
You nodded with a smile, "Me too."
A creak in the floor boards on the other side of the door that separated you from the room where the Lords will be waiting drew your attention away from Steve.
Steve pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger and turned your head back to him. "It's just you and me, My love." He whispered before pressing his lips against yours.
You let out a soft moan feeling Steve's large hands trail down your sides and settle on your hips. His tongue licked into your mouth like it had thw previous night and memories of the wonderful feeling of what happened between you flooded your mind.
Steve pulled back with a soft hum, "Just us." He whispered.
You nodded with a smile. "Just us."
Steve winked at you making you blush and look away. "Remember how I made you feel last night?" Steve asked as he slowly moved you towards the large bed.
You nodded, "Yes."
"Remember what I promised?" He asked. "Words, My love. Always tell me how you feel. If it's too much or if you want more. Always tell me, yes?"
You nodded biting your bottom lip nervously. "I have nothing to fear."
Steve smiled against your neck. "Good girl." He pulled back and pecked your lips. "Ready?"
You gulped, nodding. "Can we go slow?" You placed your hands on his chest, toying with the collar of his sleep shirt.
"Of course, My love." Steve gave you a loving smile as he reached up and cupped your cheek. "There's no need to rush." Steve pressed his lips against yours gently as he pulled you closer by your hips.
You let out a soft moan as he gave your hips a squeeze. You closed your eyes as Steve aaslowly began to softly kiss your neck, his large hands bunched your night gown up. You bit your bottom lip as Steve ran his tongue over your neck.
"Can I remove your night gown, My love?" Steve whispered against your next.
You nodded, "Will you, remove, yours?" You asked nervously.
Steve pulled back with a smirk, "You want me naked, My love?"
Your cheeks blushed as you nodded. "Don't you?"
Steve's smirk grew as he reached for the hem of his shirt and practically ripped it over his head leaving him completely bare before. You gulped as you ran your eyes over his bare chest that was covered in hair, licking your lips as your eyes slowly fell down to his thick, heavy cock that was slowly hardening as you stared.
"You're drooling, My love." Steve teased making your cheeks flush.
You gasped and looked back up to meet his eyes. "I certainly am not."
Steve chuckled softly, "It's fine if you are, My love... I'm your husband now, you can drool all over me as much as you want." He said playfully making you blush even more. Steve reached out and took your hand, gently placing it over his hard cock, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Feel what you do to me, My love." His eyes fell shut as you wrapped your delicate hand around him. "Fuck," He breathed softly, "That's it." He moaned softly as you began to stroke him.
You bit your bottom lip as you squeezed your thighs together. You took your hand away from him making Steve open his eyes with a soft pout. If the moment was so serious, you'd have giggled at his cute little frown, but you saw worry and concern lacing his eyes as he stared at you, so you quickly pulled the collar of your night gown open and let the thin material fall down your body so it pooled at your feet.
"I'm ready, Steve. Make me yours." You whispered, staring ar him lovingly.
Steve licked his lips as he gave a soft nod and closed the short distance between you. One hand held the back of your head as the other laid on the small of your back and pulled your soft naked body against his as he crashed his lips against yours passionately.
Your mind reeled as Steve gently pushed you backwards onto the large bed and hovered over you, his tongue and lips claiming yours. A soft moan left your mouth as Steve once more began to kiss and lick his way down toue neck and across your collar bones until he came to the tops of your breasts where he finally pulled back and took a breath, much to your dismay.
"I need you to promise me something, My love." Steve whispered as the two of you looked into each other's eyes.
You nodded, "Anything."
"If you want me to stop, for any reason, please, tell me. You are the most important thing to me, My love... My wife... My Queen." Steve smiled lovingly down at you as he brushed a strand of your hair back from yoir forehead. "I do not wish to harm you, in anyway."
You nodded with a smile, "I know. I trust you... My darling husband." You grinned up at him. "Now, make me yours, My King."
Steve crashed his lips against yours once more, something primal taking over after hearing you call him your husband.
He kissed his way down the curve of your left breast, licking and sucking on your peaked nipple, pulling the most beautiful of noises from you as you rolled your hips against his thigh to get some relief. He smirked to himself as he trailed his tongue down your stomach until he came to the tuft of hair that sat between your thighs.
Steve's large hands gripped your thighs and puajed them open as he dived in and began to devour your cunt.
"Oh, Steven," You moaned, quickly covering your mouth to hide your pleasured moans.
Steve pulled back with a smirk and reached up, pulling your hand away from your mouth. "You don't need to be quiet, my love. We want those bastards to hear how much you love your husband paying attention to your cunt." Steve said with such confidence and vulgarity, sending shivers up your spine. Steve smirked and lowered his face back between your legs.
You tangled your fingers in the silk sheets as your eyes rolled back and your hips mices against Steve's mouth. "Oh. Oh, Steve," You moaned loudly as his tongue slipped inside your slit. You let out another loud moan as Steve began move his tongue in ans out of you, his thumb rubbing on your throbbing buddle of nerves. "Oh, Steeeve," You moaned.
Steve raised his head momentarily to catch his breath and to judge your reaction as he slipped bis thumb that was toying with your clit inside your wet hole.
You cried out as his thick digit stretched you out. You were so pure and untouched. So innocent, yet so curious.
"That's it, My love." Steve kissed your thigh as he pumped his thumb in and out of you a couple of times.
"Steve," You panted, "Please." You begged making Steve smirk proudly.
Steve removed his thumb and gently ran the knuckles of his index and middle finger through your wet lips coating his fingers in your sweet nectar and his saliva before he slowly began to inch his thick fingers inside of you.
You cried out, a wave of pleasure made your back arch of the bed. "Oh, Steve," You groaned sinfully loud ad Steve began to move his fingers in and out of you.
"How do you feel, My love? Tell me. Tell Your King." He asked as he watched you like a hawk.
"I... I feel-" You moaned loudly as your eyes rolled backwards, letting out a pleasure filled scream behind your hand as your orgasm washed over you.
"Fuck," He growled and lightly bit your thigh as you came. He gently pressed his lips against your warm, slick skin as he worked his way up Your body until he was laid beside you. "You did so good, my love." He praised as he wrapped you up in his arms. His left hand softly cupped your breast, pulling a low moan from me. "God, you're beautiful." He whispered. "So... Beautiful." He leaned down placing a soft kiss against your lips.
He then began working his lips down your jaw, then neck, where he graze his teeth across your soft skin until he came to collar bone. Kissing, sucking, nipping his way towards your breasts. Soft, needy moans escaped your mouth as you threaded your fingers of your left hand through his hair ad your other tangled in the sheets, needing to hold on to something.
You let out a sinful moan as Steve wrapped his lips around one of your pebbled peaks, suckling softly as he kneaded your plump backside. He suddenly bit down, not enough to cause any harm but enough to make you cry out.
Steve pulled back in concern, "My love, did I hurt you? I don't have-"
You shook your head, pulling his head back down. "No! No. I-I like it... please, don't stop." You pleaded making Steve smile. You smiled too and leaned up gently pressing your lips to his, pulling him closer, feeling his hard cock press between your thighs. "Make love to me, Steve." You whispered against his lips as you cupped his face in your hands.
Steve nodded, wearing a loving smile as he rolled you on to your back and settled between your spread thighs. He leaned down and kissed you again. He moved his weight onto his right arm to hold himself above you so he wasn't squashing you as he took a hold of his cock, lining him up at your entrance. Slowly, Steve began to push into you.
You cried out in pain as his bulbous head split you open. "AH... Steve..." You sobbed, turning away from him as tears began to run.
"Hold me, My love." Steve whispered against your temple. "Good girl." He praised as you wrapped your arms around his body, your hands laying against his strong back.
You moaned out as Steve continued to slowly fill you.
"How do you feel, My love?" Steve asked as he placed kisses against my forehead.
You nodded, biting your bottom lip. "Strange. Full... A little sore." You panted. "But... I like it." You let out a nervous giggle.
Steve chuckled, "It'll get better. I promise." He kissed you. "Tell me when I can move, okay? I don't want to harm you, if you're not ready."
You nodded taking a deep breath. "I'm ready, Steve."
Steve nodded and gave you a soft kiss, slowly pulling out. Your breath caught as the unfamiliar feeling made you tingle. Steve pressed his face against your neck as the two of you began to moan in tandem together.
"That's it, sweetheart... You're doing so good, for Your King." Steve praised as you moaned and wrapped your legs arpund his waist. "You feel like... Fucking, heaven." He moaned. "Fuck... Princess... My beautiful, perfect, wife..." He groaned loudly as he felt your cunt squeeze around him. Steve kissed down your neck before lightly biting the curve of it, making you moan loudly as he sucked and licked your skin.
"Oh... Steve..." You moaned. "Yes! Steve-"
"Mmm... sweetheart... so good."
Your sweaty bodies slid against one another. The sound of skin slapping skin, mixed with pure pleasure was a sympathy. Soon the pair of you were almost there.
"Steve, I'm... close... please-"
"Me too, My love . Together." He kissed your neck as the two of you whispered 'I love you' repeatedly.
Your eyes screwed shut as you cried out in ecstasy, your cunt squeezed around Steve's cock, taking everything he had as he too let out a pleasured cry as he came.
Steve tried to keeo his weight off you but you squeezed youe legs around him and pulled him down, letting out a satisfied hum.
"I'm squashing you, Princess." He chuckled softly.
You shook your head, "I like it... I need it." You whispered.
That's how you stayed for a moment as the two of you caught your breath.
The sound of three bangs against the wooden door startled you from your happy little bubble.
"What was that? Are they coming in?" You panicked, trying to push Steve off you so you could cover yourself.
"No one, My love." Steve rolled onto his back with a tired sigh and pulled you against him, kissing the top of toie head. "That was just the signal the lords use to let the maid's know our marriage is consummated."
Your brow furrowed, "Why do the maids need to know?" You asked looking at him.
Steve looked down at you with a sorrowful look in his eyes. "They need to collect the sheets, My love..." He pulled them back and revealed the mess that had been created.
Your eyes widened as you saw the blood and looked between your legs. You gasped, feeling tears prick your eyes and shame flood your chest.
"Hey, shh," Steve cupped your cheek as a small sob escaped. "You have nothing to worry about, My love... We talked about this, didn't we?" Steve smiled at you reassuringly. You nodded. "What did I promise?"
You gulped and smiled to yourself as you thought back to what he had said. "You'd have a bath drawn... For the two of us... Filled with lavender oil." You smiled at him.
Steve nodded, "I had someone arrange everything beforehand." He pecked your lips before standing up from the bed still naked. He bent over and scooped you up, making you squeal and laugh as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Steve chuckled, "I won't drop you, My love."
Steve took you into another room that was joined onto the main chamber. In the center was a large wooden tub, easily big enough for two. The room was hot and full of steam, spreading the scent of lavender all around, instantly relaxing you.
"I can walk, Steven." You giggled as he took you all the way over to the bathtub.
Steve grinned and placed you back on your feet inside the tub. As he let go you wobbled and grabbed a hold of his arms, "I'm not so sure you can after that." He teased as he kept hold of your hips making you gasp.
"Steven," You lightly hit his shoulder, "Don't talk like that... It's embarrassing." You blushed.
"Why? It's just us... And it's true." He wiggled his eyebrows at you making you giggle. "Don't be embarrassed, My love. Making love, between husband and wife, is nothing to be ashamed of." He smiled lovingly at you.
You nodded, "I know... It's just the thought of people knowing what we did." You said with a blush.
Steve chuckled as he brushed your hair back. "I know, My love, it's daunting and strange but it's over with now. We never have to go through it again." He gave you a reassuring smile.
"I love you, My darling husband." You whispered as you reached up placed your hand on his cheek.
Steve's smile grew as he leaned into your touch. "I love you too, My love." He whispered closing the gap.
It felt like your heart was going to explode from the love the two of you were sharing in that one kiss.
Steve climbed into the tub amd lowered himself into the water, letting out a relieved sigh as he did.
He gently pulled you down to sit between his spread legs, smirking playfully as you blushed. "You're going to have to get over this shyness, Princess." Steve teased as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. "We're married now."
"I know." You bit your bottom lip as you looked down into the water as it swerled around you. "And I will... But right now it still feels like a dream." You admitted. "I never thought on my wedding day I'd be this happy." You chew on your bottom lip as you played with Steve's fingers in the water. "I always thought..." You gulped, feeling tears form in your eyes, "I thought I'd be forced to marry -"
Steve wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. "It's okay, My love. You're safe, now." Steve kissed the top of your head as you cried softly against his chest. "You're safe."
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holylulusworld · 1 year
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Two kings (1)
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Summary: You have fallen in love with the king of Brooklyn. When your wedding day arrives, there is much more to discover about the man you fell in love with than you thought...
Pairing: Prince!Steven Grant Rogers x Princess!Reader  
Warnings: angst, modern royal au, mentions of destruction/war/fighting/mystery, dystopian world (kinda), royals bashing (kinda), kind fluff, mentions of killing/murder (nothing happens)
A/N: We are living in modern times, but in a dystopian/post war world. Most of the technology got destroyed. (We will get to know how in later chapters.)
Two kings masterlist
<< Prologue
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Fifty years ago, in the year 2000, …
After the war was won, the royals formed a bond.
It was agreed that they would never raise their weapons against each other.
There was a price to pay. It was the one everyone agreed to pay.
There can only be one son in a family. A firstborn child. The heir.
Second sons must die if they are born.
No one has dared to break this law so far. No one…
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Now, in the year 2050, … age of nine, …
It’s been two years since you first met the prince. You and Steven became friends over the years and exchanged letters on a regular basis.
Two weeks ago, he came back.
It’s time to get to know him even better. One day, when you are both at age, you are going to become his queen.
“This place is very beautiful,” the prince says as he walks next to you and your mother. “I cannot wait to show you my homeland. Brooklyn is beautiful in spring.”
Your nose wrinkles as you think, "Hmm...I've never been far away from home." It’s only a matter of time before you must leave your home to live with your husband. The prince of Brooklyn. "My homeland is beautiful all the time. Even in winter.”
The prince nods thoughtfully at your words. “Did you ever read about the old world?” He glances at you. “I wonder if the invention they called the internet was useful. A shame the world war happened. We lost so much.”
“I heard that factories, technology, and cars almost destroyed this world. We can’t change what happened, my prince. All we can do is accept the world we are living in and do our very best to never start a war again.”
“Maybe you are right," the prince’s cheek twitches as he watches two boys chase each other around the garden. He watches them with darkened eyes, and his posture changes.
“They look like brothers,” he grumbles. “It’s forbidden to have two male children.”
“My prince,” your mother finally speaks. She was watching you interact with the prince but now, she steps in, “we do not allow two male children in one family. They are cousins, I assure you.”
“Cousins,” he nods, but he keeps on watching the boys. “I hope you do not lie, your highness. You know the law.”
Stomping your right foot, you say, "You're impolite. What’s wrong with you? You are not the boy I met two years ago. All you do is nag and you didn’t even hold my hand…”
You run off, sniffling as your mother calls your name. “I’m sorry, my prince. She’s just having a bad day. One of her favorite kittens is sick.” She sighs as you won’t wait for her and the prince.
“I don’t mind,” the prince clears his throat. “I must apologize, your highness. I forgot my manners. I just heard about so many second sons getting killed. I lost my temper. Please forgive me.”
“There is nothing to forgive, my prince,” your mother whisperes in a soft voice. “We are blessed with a daughter. If I conceive another child, we won’t have to kill him.”
It is important for your mother not to reveal how much she dislikes his outburst. You are right. The prince has changed over the last two years.
“May I apologize to the princess, your highness? I don’t want her to be mad at me.”
Your mother urges the prince to follow you, "of course. She likes you a lot. All the letters you wrote. She cherishes every single one. Especially the last one. She loved the bird you drew.”
“She did?” He gasps. “I wasn’t sure…I mean…it’s not my best drawing,” the prince sheepishly admits. “I was afraid she'd laugh about it.”
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“Princess?” The prince enters your room, calling your name. “I wanted to apologize. Your mother said it was okay to enter your room.”
“Oh, hi,” you nervously stammer. “What do you want?” You glance at the wall plastered with all the drawings the prince sent to you over the last two years.
“You put the bird on the wall too,” he walks toward the wall to look at all the drawings he sent to you. “And the frog!”
“Yeah, they are so adorable. Different from the others but cute,” you hum as the prince points to the frog he drew for you. “I like cute things.”
“I know you do,” he says grinning. “Last time you sent me a pressed flower. I put it in my favorite book.”
“You did,” you grab his hand and squeeze it tightly. “Do you…do you want to see my collection of books? We can go to the library.”
"Y/N," he says, "I'd really like that. I’m glad to be here and finally see you…again.”
"I'm glad you're here with me," you say, pecking his cheek. "I like you too..." you add.
>> Part 2
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daydreampending · 7 days
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The Lost Princess
Years after running away from your kingdom, escaping your regal duties and joining a pirate crew, you find yourself back under the hand of a royal realm. Forcefully entwined amongst a palace’s workers, you struggle to hide your true identity.
An identity that once had the entire seven seas searching for you. An identity that grew up accustomed to stately etiquette and its rules. An identity that once belonged to the heir of a throne.
Pairings: Eddie x Princess!Reader, Pirate!Eddie x Pirate!Reader, Prince!Steve x Pirate!Reader
Enemies to Friends to Lovers | Mutual Pining | Hidden Secrets
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Chapter 1 (coming soon)
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missredherring · 7 months
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🌶️= spice
August Walker (Mission Impossible: Fallout)
Paperwork - Settling Up🌶️
For a second he thought about dumping the files on the floor, pushing you up against his desk, and teasing you with more than just words. 
Charlie Hesketh (Kingsman)
HP AU drabble
The last thing he remembered was cornering the Dark Wizard he’d been tracking all week in an alleyway. There’d been some spells exchanged and pain, a lot of pain, and everything had gone black.
Running
Merlin barely looked him in the eyes when he handed the bag over. “Thank you, sir.” Charlie said, unable to hide his grin. This was going to be fun, after all. “Cheeky.” Merlin muttered under his breath and left the room.
Clark Kent (Superman DCU)
Pocket Full of Sunshine
Two people/One Bed Couch
Darcy Lewis (MCU)
Rainy Day Blues
Darcy was tired of Jane’s moping and sighing after an hour, but after two days? Yea, something had to be done, or else Darcy couldn’t be held responsible for what happened to Jane.
Friday Night at Kellerman's
She grinned at both of them and gestured to the drink. “I helped carry a watermelon.” She said when Max moved the microphone closer to her.
A Sheet of Paper
Darcy looks before she leaps. This time.
Darcy Lewis, Pokemon Master: Part One - Part Two
“I wanted you to get a decent education before you went running off into the wild. People seem to forget that there’s more to the world than those monsters. They get ideas in their heads that Pokémon are the only thing they need and run off without another word.”
AHS Coven + MCU crossover AU Marvel Coven
"She does not see the paths that connect our realms. But you do." It was so strange to hear a voice in her head other than her Supreme and coven head, Cordelia. His voice felt... wicked.
That Would Be Enough (Darcy x Pepper x Tony)
Pepper had stopped mid-sentence and her mouth hung open for a moment, her eyes fixing on Darcy’s face. Sometimes Darcy felt so young compared to Pepper and Tony. And other times, times like this, Darcy was a rock that they both clung on to, afraid of being washed away by everything around them.
Royal AU + Accidentally Married + Loki x Darcy Lewis
Loki x Darcy Lewis Week '12
Diversion
“She is a diversion.” Loki thinks.
Disguise
Loki hates the lavish parties that are thrown in the hall of Valhalla. Darcy said to use the word “hate” sparingly because there’s a lot of space between “hate” and a dramatic “dislike,” but Loki is sure that hate is the correct word.
Opposition
Loki’s words echo back to her and Darcy understands that this is going to be her first move in the game she finds herself playing. She makes herself smile up at Thor.
Library
She lifts her hand and the pages turn until they come to an illustration of Loki. He is grinning at her. Darcy sticks her tongue out at him and scribbles a response.
Jealousy
Darcy was just… annoyed that all the possibilities bikinis provided were wasted on Jane who was happy with the boring suit she was in now. Yea, that was it.
Diana Prince (Wonder Woman DCU)
Lunch Date - Aperitif🌶️
You bring Diana her lunch at work and she thanks you.
Eggsy Unwin (Kingsman)
Ask prompt
“You wanna fucking go, punk?”
Gazelle (Kingsman)
Floriography
A circle of yellow carnations were surrounded by fish geraniums. Sprigs of cypress and a large cut of asphodel made up the outside. “You have disappointed us and our expectations of you. Death surrounds you. Our regrets follow you to the grave.” And there, Gazelle noted with a sad tick of her mouth, a lone marigold hidden beneath an ambitious carnation. “Despair.”
Gazelle x Ares (Kingsman and John Wick 2)
Two of a Kind
“I'm coming with you; they’ll never see us coming.”
Jim Hopper (Stranger Things)
Evening, Chief (Plus Size Reader)
“Do you know why I pulled you over?” Jim Hopper asked, looking through the car window. 
Think I Could Take Him? (Plus Size Reader)
You were waiting outside of work, tucked under the umbrella of light from a street lamp, when the bronco pulled up.
Self Defense
A lesson on self defense from the police chief himself.
Summer Nights
Catching lightning bugs with friends and family.
Saving Grace: Part One  - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four 
After wrapping up lose ends you’re back in Hawkins to help your sister, Joyce, after the Hawkins Lab chemical leak is exposed.
Mera (ft Arthur Curry ((Aquaman DCU))
Currents: Sea Sick - Message in a Bottle - Testing the Waters - Snowfall - Cozy - Blood in the Water - Undercurrents
“Mera is the one I want to kiss in this relationship, it turns out.” You told him. You looked at your hands and smiled. Holding hands was nice.   Arthur grunted and looked up when you reached the point in the path when you could hear the waves on the beach again. He turned and studied your face, expression warm with memories and a good night out. “I can work with that.” 
Orm (Aquaman DCU)
Overflow: Looking Up From Underneath - Breaking Waves
Orm starts his community service, but why does it feel like you're being punished instead?
Simon Jordan (Alias Grace)
Hysteria🌶️
“You’re seeing a new doctor for your condition, aren’t you?” Father didn’t look up from the morning paper while asking the question.
Steve Rogers (MCU)
A Falling Star Fell From Your Heart
Tattoo Artist!Steve Rogers tells you about his tattoos in bed.
Tommy Miller (The Last of Us)
For a Good Time Call... Tommy (Fat Reader)🌶️
He doesn’t do anything else for a moment, just takes you in, blowing out smoke through his nose in a steady stream. You guess this is to let you have the chance to change your mind and leave, only a smoke shared between you and nothing more. It’s nice, but there’s no way you’re letting him go now. With your free hand you slip your fingers behind his belt buckle, grinning when the muscles of his stomach jump at the touch of your cold fingers, and tug him to you with the thing.
Toshinori Yagi (My Hero Academia)
Hikari: Prologue - One  (Plus Size Reader)
A physical therapist with quirk that allows her to control her body temperature gets a new patient.
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luveline · 2 months
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Jade my dear I just had an idea for prince Steve… what if he got hurt (fencing or something??? honestly idk) & reader freaks out even though their relationship is fairly new? Or idk how your soulmate au works but maybe she can feel it too? Or idk!! I’d just love to see what you could do with that, but no pressure either way 🫶🏼
ty for requesting!! fem!reader, 1.1k
“Holy fuck!” Steve says, yanking his leg back from the doctor’s cold hands, and hurting his knee worse than ever. “Fuck!” 
“Steven,” she says with an eye roll, used to his lack of carefulness by now. 
“What the fuck.” 
“It’s not that bad. You haven’t even torn anything. It’s a sprain at worst.” 
“I will never walk again.” 
“Fingers crossed,” Robin says, kicking her legs up onto the end of his medical bed. Her hat slips down into her eyes, her naked knees red from ten minutes in the grass trying to persuade Steve into standing again. 
“It hurt so bad. Are you sure I can’t have morphine?” he asks. 
The doctor tightens the bandages one last time around Steve’s knee. “Absolutely not. I’ll make you a peppermint tea for the inflammation. You’ll be better by tomorrow.” 
It throbs evilly. Steve doesn’t believe even for a moment that his knee will be better by tomorrow, he can’t walk without help. “I want to see another doctor,” he decides. 
“Sure,” the doctor says. “Tomorrow.” 
Steve sinks down into the pillows unhappily. What kind of royal life is this? Nobody ever takes him seriously, they couldn’t care less that he’s injured, and now he’s doomed to sit inside for who knows how long in the suffocating heat and the smothering presence of his attendants. Worst day ever. 
“Where’s Y/N?” he asks, because if he’s going to suffer, he’s going to be spoiled about it. “I want to see her.” 
“She’s in her political etiquette class,” Robin says from under the hat, unmoving. 
“That’s dumb. She doesn’t like politics or etiquette. Can we have her pulled out?” 
“Sure, Steve, we’ll disrupt her entire day because you slipped on dry grass.” 
Steve tries to catch the eye of one of the serfs lining the room and by the door, but they’re smart to his ways, and they look away. He doesn’t care. He’s a prince. “Hello? Can someone go and get her, please?” 
They all stand still but uncomfortable for a moment, and then one says, “She’s coming down the hall as we speak, your highness.” 
“Aw, yes,” he says, propping up on his elbows to look out the doorway. There you are, in a pretty, breezy dress you aren’t used to wearing and your hair in one of the new fashions, silver bracelets tinkling on your wrist as you speed walk to the door.
“Hello,” you say, breathless, still shy despite having married him and kissed him more times than he can count (seventeen).
“Sweetheart,” he says, “I’ve been grievously harmed.” 
“They told me, and I–” You rub your index fingernail between the thumb and index of the other hand. “I can feel it,” you say, an embarrassed and adorable smile on your lips as you waver in the door. “Are you okay?”
“You have to sit down and have some morphine too,” he says quickly. 
“You aren’t having any morphine,” Robin says. 
You weave around servants and the dressing table to stand by his bed. He’s pleased to realise you want to sit hip to hip with him, moving over despite his screaming knee, and putting his arm behind you as you hoist yourself onto the bed. “Hello,” he says, audibly charmed by you as he kisses your cheek. He rubs the kiss with the back of his finger. “Didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” 
“It feels like I’ve had a cramp,” you say. “But it’s not– I can’t imagine how it feels for you.”
“I’m sorry to hurt you,” he says.
“Ew,” Robin grumbles, covering her face with skinny hands. 
“Sorry, Robin.” You wipe your forehead. “I freaked out.”
“Don’t say sorry to her,” Steve says, putting his hand on your hip just to watch you fluster, “she’s bitter. Let me rub your knee.”
“What about your knee? What did you even do?”
“I fell. A little. A minor fall.” 
“Will you be alright?” 
“Honey, I’m in agony, and they won’t treat me, and you’re sitting with me, so I’m already fine.” 
Confusion in your gaze melds to sweetness. You’re practically heart-eyed leaning into his side, wrapping your arm around his stomach. You rarely initiate hugs from fear of being overbearing, and he can’t believe his luck. He’ll be eating grass more often. 
“I can feel that you aren’t fine. Are you going to be okay? Seriously, Steve, are you hurting?”
Your soul mark burns a light blue. He’s narrowed your colours down, he thinks, maybe, though they tend to change. Blue means love and affection. He’s a more classic guy —when he’s in love, his soul mark burns a gaussian pink just as it does now. 
“Oh, you can feel it?” he asks.
“Don’t start.” 
“We’re so connected,” he says quietly, teasingly, a flirtation for your ears alone. “It’s almost like we’re soulmates or something. Suns, I wish. I’d be a lucky guy, huh? Connected to a girl like you?” He draws a line from just below your ear to your chin. “I’d feel like a prince among men.” 
“Stop,” you whisper, in a tone that suggests you’d very much like him to continue. 
Nonetheless, he drops his hand in favour of kissing you instead, pressing his lips softly to your cheek. His leg throbs with angry pain and a headache brews between his eyes, but he’s not kidding about being fine. Everything feels better when you’re with him. You truly are the half to his whole, no matter how new your relationship might be. 
“How was your morning?” he asks. 
“Being a princess is awful.” 
“Yes, but it suits you.” 
You turn your face to his, close enough to kiss. It’s very tempting for Steve, but he lets you say what’s clearly on your mind. “I had a funny feeling about you this morning, like something bad was going to happen, and I wanted to be with you in case but they wouldn’t let me out of meditation. Do you think I was having a premonition?”
“Maybe. They wouldn’t let you out?” 
“Morine said I need to have better discipline if I’m going to be queen.” 
He laughs and wraps his arms around you completely for a full, loving hug. “You will be queen, no ifs about it, so you need to start acting like one and have more hissy fits to visit your pathetic husband.” He kisses your cheek three times in quick succession. 
Your soul mark intensifies slowly, until it burns a beautiful, coruscating blue that dances over the skin of your wrist as you hug him back. “You’re the opposite of pathetic.” 
“No, I was. Ask Robin.” 
“He was,” Robin says. 
“But I’m totally cooler now,” he promises. 
You let your face fall into the curve of his neck, tickling him with your smile. “You’re so cool, Steve.” 
“My lovely liar.” He kisses the top of your head. 
“As touching as this is, I have your tea ready now, young Steven,” the doctor says. 
Steve pretends he can’t hear her. 
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maroon-cardigan · 2 months
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COMING THIS SPRING…
𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑
an enemies to lovers prince!steve harrington x princess!fem!reader mini series | a kingdom au
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summary: you were never graceful enough to be a princess, always playing with bows and arrows while your clumsy but sweet twin brother gregory picked flowers and studied plants outside the castle. childhood was good and gentle to you both until the threat of a war challenged your father, the king. now he must to do whatever it takes to protect your nation, even if that means training greg to go to war and become the heir the kingdom deserves, or marry you off to the future king of the neighbouring kingdom. prince steve always knew he would marry a princess, but he never thought his parents would choose such a rebellious, wild creature like you.
no use of y/n (reader has a name) | no mentions of specific race, hair type or body type. | this series and my blog are +18, minors do not interact.
part I: 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 coming on march 1st.
message me if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this au. ‎♡
petals for armour’s playlist ‎♡
masterlist | ko-fi
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crappymixtape · 2 months
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EDIT: i mean, hell yeah, of course steve is flynn rider – tangled is pulling ahead! omg, idk what it is about today, but i literally can't stop thinking of fairytale steve ( especially as kristoff, flynn rider, and prince eric ) 😵‍💫 it is making me absolutely insaneeeeeee.
EDIT: I AM LOSING MY MIND. I MEAN, ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? LOOK AT THIS. UNFFFF.
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stevesxyellowxsweater · 2 months
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SATISFIED {a Prince!Steve Au}
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A toast to the groom To the bride From your sister
The day of your sister/ best friend's wedding should be a beautiful day filled with love and celebration. But then why were you crying in the bathroom before your toast? Covering your tears, you stand and wish your sister and her new husband a wonderful future; while wishing to rewind to the meeting of the love of your life... who just so happens to be the groom.
Coming soon
Tagging people who might be interested: @entermxnson @halflifejess @shescreamslikeachild @keerysfolklore @stveharringtn @hopsgirl @darleenjade @reidsbtch @inourtownofhawkins and maybe some others that i've missed
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