#steve is in the same situation

[bisexualspidermansblog]

Robin Buckley tried the Grimace Shake

#robin buckley #steve is in the same situation #nancy tried stopping them #stranger things season 4 #st4 #stranger things #lesbian robin buckley #lesbian #maya hawke #robin buckley is so silly #grimace meme #happy birthday grimace #grimace mcdonalds

[ickypuppi3]

hm. yeah ok

#like i don’t even care whatever #passes out from caring #this means nothing i just think it’s super duper when they touch #something about billy aggressive violent touch and steve gentle touch but billy being wayy more affected. whatever !! #billy wanting a fight w steve vs steve refusing to give it to him Whatever #deceptively gentle touch that instantly means rejection #who even cares #billy hargrove #harringrove #sortof insane when you think about steve getting beat the hell up and getting up and fighting after and billy having a total meltdown to the #point he was crying before getting knocked out #walks away with my hands in my pockets. kicks at the dirt #characters who are the same but different but so similar characters who are two sides of the same coin characters who #i think they should fight it out more #i lied it always means something. it is just also super duper when they touch #billy emotionally fragile but refuses to let anyone see it until he breaks vs steve who wears his heart on his sleeve and is desperate to be #needed to the point he puts himself in stupid situations Ok ! #ickyposts

[flowercrowngods]

i’ve decided to send an ask for each story you posted in the wip game kdnehdhs who did this to you? lives rent free in my brain 💛💛 (@a-little-unsteddie)

thank you so much 🥰🤍 still slowly working my way through the asks, so have a few more words to make up for the wait 🫶

who did this to you (pt.4) // tales of blue part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | read on ao3 🌷 preceding snippet no 1. | no. 2

Finally, finally, the familiar sound of Wayne‘s old truck rounding the corner into the trailer park interrupts the tense silence that seems to have fallen over all of Forest Hills tonight, and Eddie has half a mind to run out there, run toward them and get the whole story. Just to be sure that everything is fine. Just to be sure that Steve’s still… That he’s still there.

He stays right where he is, though, staring at Buckley‘s wild hair, feeling her shadow walk over him as Wayne pulls up to their driveway and stops. She is right in the centre of the headlights, but still she doesn’t move. Eddie wants to scream at her. Wants to nudge her and shove her out of the way — imagines it, imagines all the alternate universes in which he finds her wide eyes scared and unseeing as Wayne‘s voice sounds behind them, telling them that Steve didn’t make it.

Except in this one, Wayne said they’re coming home. In this one, shit like that doesn’t happen to eighteen year-old boys and their friends.

Aside from that girl. Barbara Holland.

Eddie swallows, his eyes flitting between bright lights to the silhouette of Buckley right in their centre. Like a doe, he thinks. Terrified of what she’ll find.

Don’t you wanna know? Eddie wants to ask her. Don’t you wanna see? What are you afraid of? What did you see? Who is he, Robin, and who are you? Why the fuck won’t you move?

In the end, it is the sound of a car door slamming shut that snaps Buckley out of her stupor, and she all but flies off the steps towards the truck. Towards where Eddie can vaguely make out the shape of a badly bruised face, the play of light and darkness not enough to conceal the deep purple splotches or the sluggishness of his movements as he raises his head. Turning toward Buckley like a flower to the sun.

She presses her hand to the window for a second, just looking at him — and Eddie is glad he can’t see either of their faces. He has a feeling that what he’d see there would haunt him forever.

#steddie fic #steddie #who did this to you #who did this to you part 4 #make me write ask game #i don’t. i don’t know why this is suddenly so dark. but maybe it’s because eddie‘s not important anymore #and he knows. but he wants to crawl his way back to being in the situation just as badly as he wants to run from it #and i think that’s just. scary. petrifying. he doesn’t need to be brave now he doesn’t need to be strong for anyone. #because robin and steve have each other now and he knows snd its fine bc he doesn’t know them yknow but. #i also think eddie just wants to sit on the floor again and not be part of anything. and at the same time take care of these two. #he also wants a hug. needs one. deserves one. and wayne will provide don’t worry. but eddie’s sorta dissociated from the situation now #and that’s the worst thing that can happen to anyone who’s telling a story yknow. well anyway. sorry jfjfjdhdh shutting up now

[sp0o0kylights]

oho? I love playing with character perceptions, so number 11 got my immediate interest!

AND THE LAST ASK for real thank you for sending in so many and another thank you to anyone who sent in any ask at all this was a blast:

Turns out this connected to a different document. I desperately need to clean out my drive ANWAY

11! "A large part of the Steve Harrington lore was that he left his throne, his popularity, childhood best friends, behind for Nancy Wheeler. This was a lie."

Snippet:

A thump as the object rolled out of its bag and onto the floor.

It was a wooden baseball bat, same as one might find anywhere--with one noticeable difference.

"Steve." Eddie said simply, eyes raking over the haphazardly hammered nails, some of which were bent from use, "What the hell is this?" 

Steve at least, had the good graces to look abashed. "Ahhh…" He said, trailing off as he clearly fished for anything other than the truth and came up empty. "A nailbat?"

Spoken out loud it even sounded like a fucking fantasy weapon.

"Is that blood all over it?" Eddie asked, tone amazingly even given the panic that galloped wildly through his chest. 

The fucking thing wasn't entirely covered but there was unmistakable red and black splatter that was either the product of the world's best prop artist, or the real deal.

"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think any of the blood is human." Steve said, who overall looked more embarrassed than anything.

Like Eddie has found his porno mags, and not whatever the hell this was. 

"No Steve, that does not make me feel better." Eddie managed to get out, the words a little strangled. "You don't think the blood's human? What the hell do you think it is!?"

Because he had to know. There was no way he could not know, with a literal McGuffin, sitting in between them.  

In fact this entire set up felt like something right of of a D&D scene and once Eddie was done panicking, he kinda wanted to write down a few notes. 

There was a very long, dedicated pause, where once again it became very clear Steve was racking his brain for a lie. 

Eddie let it go on, because he wanted to hear what possible excuse the guy could come up for this. 

Particularly given that Eddie had once shared an English class with him. Steve Harrington was about as imaginative as a child's first chapter book (and frankly, the book probably knew more words.)

"Rabid dogs?" Steve said, sounding more like he was guessing than anything else.  

How he had gotten away with lying to the cops about those house parties of his was a downright mystery.

"Rabid dogs that just might be human." Eddie deadpanned. 

Steve winced.

"I might have swung it at a few people." He admitted.

"No shit." Eddie said, staring at him flatly. It almost felt like he was two people for a moment--a perfectly calm one, demanding answers out of a nervous and clearly spooked Steve Harrington like disappointed mother discovering a baggie of weed--and a person who wanted to fucking book it, immediately.

Before Harrington lost his shit and started swinging the nailbat at him. 

There was no reason for King Steve, richest boy in town and previously its most popular (though given Hargroves penchant for violence, Eddie didn't doubt a lot of people would accept Steve back with open arms so long as the guy stood in between them) to own a clearly used homemade weapon. 

"Okay look, you've caught me in a lot of lies and I'm gonna be real with you, this one came with an NDA." Steve said finally, like that wasn't a wild string of words. "The less you know about it, the better."

And that, Eddie could agree with.

#Eddie: whatcha got there Steve? #Steve #holding a bloody af nailbat #“uhhhh....a smoothie?” #I finally recalled that this one involves Eddie tripping over Steve in a number of weird situations #sort of in the same manner billy tips over him in S2 at the byers house #and just constantly jumps to conclusions #except you know steve has a TBI #multiple concussions #is trying to figure out who he is #and navigate Eddie trying to peg him back into the King Steve persona #while shits happening lol

[pebblezone]

The Hellsing Organization Goes To Brazil!!

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #alucard hellsing #pip bernadotte #seras victoria #a #animations #vids #personally being Michigan shaped isn’t horrible like it’s worse than being Ohio shaped but 100% better than being Massachusetts shaped #though I haven’t lived in ma maybe I’d be more willingly be Massachusetts shaped if I lived there #had a silly little school ceremony thing today that had me decked out like Steve blues clues #it was long but they had this baritone doing the national anthem and his voice was absolutely gorgeous #they never have lower voices doing solos it was so epic #need to make more stuff with alucard and seras I don’t milk their dynamic enough #actually that goes for a lot of things but then also sertegra 🧍‍♂️ #need to do an in depth hellsing smiling friends overlap situation #mr boss integra same character in the most horrific yet fantastic way #I mean fuck it frowning fiends iscariot

[strawberriesinmoominvalley]

willel and stobin are the same but in different fonts. thank you for coming to my tedtalk

#two people who aren't biologically related but understand in each other on a fundamental level and are soulmates #two people who went through traumatising situations that were the same yet different #who formed relationships that will be more than their romantic ones will ever be because they understand each other on such an integral leve #i always end up paralleling them in my fics lol #stranger things #willel #stobin #steve harrington #will byers #robin buckley #el hopper

[maddy-ferguson]

even if you think mike's love triangle is a carbon copy of nancy's you should still be able to see that he has a problem with conformity if only because nancy did lol

#she's not not ending up with steve just because he wants 1000 kids and she doesn't she's not ending up with him because she said screw that #in s1 and yes his six little nuggets is a slight variation but it's also not #it's like. they're incompatible yes (steve and nancy and el and mike) but their incompatibility is representative of a bigger problem #like them being incompatible just shows us why they shouldn't be together like in any very classic love triangle #nancy ending up with steve would be her version of conforming And it would be like wtf bc their goals don't align #nancy supposedly gave steve a push and made him grow up whatever he tells her and he's not king steve anymore his personality's different #but it's still not about that not really his personality's fine they get along ig but they still are not ending up together #mike could find an artistic girl that has will's personality that loves dnd and it still wouldn't work because well. he's gay #he's dating superman rn and it's not working. whatever #i know i just agreed with the fact that their love triangles are different because they are! but they're still similar #same theme (conformity) not played to the same extent at all because mike's situation is infinitely more complicated #no hate to nancy. i don't mean the barb of it all i just mean yk homosexuality #this is very clear to me i need to stop talking #gay mike propaganda will never stop i can't help it #my first tag made it sound like she is ending up with steve you know that's not what i meant i need to stop it with the double negatives #and like i say: brf slt

[will80sbyers]

hello will80sbyers!! first of all, I love all of your posts and theories.. truly the best of the best byler content this hellsite has to offer. anyway, I have a question for you..

what are your thoughts on stancy? after season 4 specifically. I’m rewatching it rn and I just can’t figure out how I feel about them.. I obviously love both nancy and steve dearly, for different reasons, and I want them both to be happy whatever that means. I just don’t understand why their interactions were framed the way they were in s4.. bc I feel like they aren’t meant for each other. steve deserves someone who loves and respects him for exactly who he is and didn’t need him to change, and nancy deserves someone who sees who she has become and loves her for that- not for what she used to be. (also, as a lesbian, I obviously wish for ronance, but knowing that won’t happen, maybe solo nancy is the best)

of course there’s also jonathan but they purposely didn’t give us any jancy interactions so idk what to think there!! plz help me understand.. or at least lmk what you think. thank youuuu :))

Hi! Thank you so much, you're too kind!! 😭

I think Steve and Nancy are not the right people for each other, sometimes life it's just like that, you do like/love someone but that person is not the right one for you in the long run...

in the first seasons Steve had a problem understanding Nancy's grief because he never experienced it himself and just wished to be a normal teen again and leave all the scary supernatural stuff behind, Nancy needed something different because she was experiencing deep grief, she needed someone, even if it was just a friend, like Jonathan that had experienced grief (when he thought Will was dead) and truly understood her...and also someone that wanted to support her in bringing down the labs and somehow have revenge for what they did!

Steve is not wrong for being scared of the government and wanting to be a normal teen, but this made it so that Nancy started to understand that she was not in love with him... she wanted to fight and he didn't at that point, he wanted to keep the status quo and go on with their lives because he didn't thought he could actually make a change in the world!

I think Steve didn't/doesn't feel that much important even if he's always been popular... he feels like he's a fraud somehow because he can't succeed in the things his dad wants him to succeed at (school)

he is amazing and kind and caring and has natural charisma with people but he values intelligence (one of the reasons he is in love with Nancy and he thinks really highly of Dustin and Robin) and he feels like he doesn't have that, he feels like he's not smart enough to be really worth something...

why would he be surprised that Dustin said that about him? because he thinks Dustin is such a smart kid and he values that a lot... same thing, Robin is so smart, knows many languages etc etc... he feels like the only good thing he can do for them is trying to protect them with his brute force but that's not something he personally values about himself!

I also think that Nancy liked Jonathan from the first season because she felt like she could be completely herself with him but she had to change for Steve and be less of a nerd in s1 (Steve didn't want to make her feel like that but he did)

also Nancy and Jonathan have the same fears of being like their parents and they have the same vision of life and love and that's why they are great together, they based their relationship on a deep understanding of each other... and Nancy just fell in love with Jonathan... it just happened

I think Steve has grown up a lot and deserve all the praise but he still doesn't really understand Nancy, he is idealizing a life with her because she's the one that got away and he is used to have all the girls be into him all his life but she just wasn't that much into him in the end... and he does love her but I think he doesn't get her

and if he has to have a relationship, Steve deserves someone that truly sees his value from the start and makes him feel that he is perfect just how he is already, someone that actually is in love with him....

but, you know, maybe the real thing he needs to understand is that he doesn't really need a relationship at all, he is already valuable without that, and he has so many people that love him and think he is amazing like Robin and Dustin and the rest of the kids too

I would love to have Ronance on the show but I don't think they will make Jancy break up, I think jancy is either endgame or Jonathan will die and Nancy will stay single... or (more likely) Steve will die to protect Jonathan or Nancy? something like that... 🤔

the return of stancy this season is a red herring or just a way to make it more sad for when they kill Steve in s5...

#byler #ask #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #tagging byler because this is the same thing that El needs to realize lmao #it's the same situation between Mike and El and Will #jancy

[devondespresso]

i love gay people in fandom proving their gay ships with just vibes like you'll see a bunch of gifs of a pair interacting and theyre just like "this is not heterosexual behavior" or they'll have screenshots of like a character just fuckin standing there and be like "they're just fruity idk what to tell ya". its like not even like evidence that can be proved it just pure unfiltered gaydar

#gay to gay communication #sometimes i want to be logical and be like well if i was an actor trying to act like x character in x situation #then what other ways could i act this out to look less gay #and sometimes im like yeah no that look is like the only look i can come up with #BUT SOMETIMES #THERE ARE OTHER WAYS #TO CONVEY THAT CHARACTERS EMOTIONS #some examples in the steddie fandom is like that scene where eddies got the bottle to steve throut #if i were asked to act that i don't think i could come up with something less gay looking like that brand of fear and walking on eggshells #look is just going to be gay looking no matter what #BUT #the scene where eddies talking about how cool steve is #looking over to him like constantly #going back and forth between being super close and at a normal distance #steve trying to remain aloof but still being clearly effected by the praise #steve staring at eddies mouth while eddies talking about fixing a romantic relationship with nancy #even though theres no canon evidence to him needing to lip read or being hoh #(and i love hoh Steve i promise i do but the show clearly didn't think to do it) #that scene and most moments in it could've been done very different and still stuck to the same script #and thats why we love it :) #also shoutout to for your modesty dude they could've made that less gay but they didn't #devon thinks sometimes

[cavinginhisfvce]

spooky from on my block got the treatment i wish billy did. at least for the bulk of season 4 before it all fell to shit.

spooky had the chance to get out of the life he led, to leave the santos.

he got to settle down and start a family despite him being a "bad guy", he genuinely did whatever he could to protect his little brother even if that meant being the one to hurt césar. because he would rather his brother be safe.

spooky started out as a character who could've easily been hated by the fandom, and he wasn't because even through his bad actions, almost everything he did was his own way of protecting his baby brother.

billy and him are more similar than i would've ever thought initially.

i can go on a full tangent and if anyone watched omb, i will absolutely go in depth about all their similarities and even the ones between max and césar.

but like at the core, they're big brothers who've been tasked with essentially raising their younger siblings. they're meant to find the tools to take care of césar and max when nobody ever showed them the ropes or supplied them with the bare minimum. they were literally making it up as they went along.

not to mention, the narrative killed both billy and spooky

can i just add that the friend group in omb literally hated spooky bc he was in a gang and was mean, but by s2 he had turned a new leaf and tried to help ruby after he was shot?? like legit new leaf. by s4, ruby was calling oscar (spooky) and spooky was calling him "mano" (short for hermano, which translates to brother)

like if they were all able to get over their shit, the party could've done the same. but the duffer brothers are absolute shit who dropped the ball in toooooo many fucking ways.

#billy hargrove #billy antis dni #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #billy and spooky comparisons #spooky omb #theyre the same idc #obvi the scales and intensity of their situations are different but its the same #broken angry big brother chargered with raising a younger sibling w/o ever being given the tools or help or steps to get there #if billy got the spooky treatment him and steve wouldve at least fallen in love before they killed him off #they gave spooky a whole pregnant fianceé then went POW! POW! sowwy he dead :( #harringrove #steve harrington #billy and spooky deserved better #and by association so did max and césar

[castielinpastel]

stop bringing down others for their unproblematic ship challenge!!

level : impossible !! 😱

#problematic ships include : illegal ones - one where it’s a steve/robin situation - or the ship is extremely toxic in general #unproblematic ships include : none of those things that I just mentioned. #which I shouldn’t have to specify but here we are #seriously #it’s getting out of hand #you may not like a ship but that doesn’t mean you get to degrade others for liking it #if you ship #for example #elmax #then that’s fine. it’s an unproblematic ship that hurts literally no one #but people act like it’s the worst thing to ever exist and that it’s the end of the world if someone ships it #if you ship byler that’s fine too #same goes for lumax and mileven (although mike and el have been getting kind of toxic…but that’s just my opinion) #stranger things #incorrect quotes #like I hate madwheeler with a passion and I don’t really trust you if you ship them #but I would never call you names or start a fight over it unless you’re being rude #steddie #ronance #rockie #mucas #byler #henclair #byclair #jancy #i think that it’s okay if you used to ship something toxic as a kid/teen but then matured to realize that they weren’t good together at all #I think it happens to everyone and that’s okay #but continuing to ship it even as you’ve realized that is kind of a red flag #UNLESS it’s a big comfort thing like you grew attatched to it and it’s really hard to let it go

[richhietozier]

very vaguely working on a buffy the vampire slayer au fic rn (that i think will be centered around steddie) where nancy is the slayer, eddie is a vampire, and steve, robin, and jonathan are nancy’s scooby gang

#i’m rewatching btvs rn and when i first thought of the au i was like oh slayer steve and vampire eddie #but it took two seconds to be like. no. nancy is the slayer it can’t be anyone else. #just made for her yk? i do believe very strongly that she and buddy would get along #thinking steve and nancy date like normal but then she finds out she’s the slayer and that’s what makes their relationship crash and burn #with that same sort of arc of her having to grow up too fast and deal with all of this and him not really seeing it #but then much like in st after their breakup he gets pulled into one of the vampire/demon situations and ends up joining the gang #who at that point i think would just be slayer nancy and jonathan who i am considering making a werewolf like oz #robin would be a willow esque witch/wicca methinks but i want the fic to be set when they’re in college #so i’m trying to decide if her and steve meet in high school or if they meet when they both start at hawkins university #and then eddie is a vampire but like. got turned maybe a year or two ago yk #so he’s not centuries old with a bunch of teenagers/freshly 20 year olds bc yuck #slightly spike coded bc. spike <3 #can’t decide who i want nancy’s watcher to be tho like would it be hopper? #i guess that would make sense but he doesn’t have the nature of a watcher with like all the books and research and stuff #maybe dr owens?? #hell maybe mr clarke??? #idk still thinking that one through #they’re def gonna meet argyle at hawkins university tho #and i want chrissy to be there but i haven’t decided what role she’ll play yet #wait…..should chrissy be the slayer…….she’s very buddy coded hold on #oh OH chrissy is another slayer like faith but not homocidal lol #yeah i like that #was thinking ronance endgame too but now i’m wondering about robin and chrissy hmm #many thoughts many thoughts #steddie fic #btvs au #buffy au

[egg2k16]

always happy to be able to hear a song, stim to it like crazy, n immediately imagine a totally new amv featuring ur beloved 8 yr old otp to it

#post #anyways listen to bad habit by steve lacy #this is n shall always be an eridirk blog #listening to the song for the 20th time n came up w this like #literal star crossed lovers situation #dirk n eridan having met once upon a time when they were both young #eridan goes back to the stars n it's been a few decades n dirk's found the first grays in his hair #n eridan crashes back on earth. but this time can park the ship correctly #n finds him. n they've both aged. bcus this isn't a story about time dilation #this is about old love being young again #old touches becoming new again #'you always had those scars?' 'these are new' #taking the same bike ride along the same beach #seeing it transformed after so long #boy I'm fucking shaking in my seat!!! so excited!!!

[annaruby]

that gifset that compares jonathan and billy and how both of them deal with abusive parents already pisses me of as it is. but my god is it disheartening to see people fucking praising the op for making that post.

and that’s not even mentioning the comparison between lonnie and joyce vs neil both “using homophobic slurs to describe their children”. those are moments with COMPLETELY different meanings and putting them side by side like that just shows me your lack of media comprehension.

#tw parental abuse #tw abuse #there was someone comparing STEVE’S situation with billy’s. like no fucking way y’all are THIS dumb #and i say this as someone who’s dealt/deals with BOTH abuse AND neglect. those are not the fucking same jesus christ #none of you actually care about abuse victims #yes billy was a bad person who did a lot of shitty things #but the kind of shit i’ve seen people say about what’s supposed to be a 17yo victim of an abusive father fucking disgusts me #max did love him btw and was having suicidal thoughts and feelings of guilt because of his death #y’all just love to ignore her entire arc of the 4th season lol #because even if he was a shitty brother. abuse victims and their relationships is far more complicated than y’all seem to think they are #are* #speaking. #i genuinely dislike all of you #sorry if this is a messy post with a bunch of random thoughts piled together it’s almost 3am and That gifset showed up on my dash

[voyeurmunson]

Drunk Dial: Eddie Munson blurb

18+ Minors DNI

"I just wanted to tell you something, as a friend." Eddie goes on. You've been on the phone for 15 minutes now. You can tell he's had one too many beers. His words running together a bit, his voice a little louder than usual.

"Of course." you tease, a giggle falling from your lips. You had just finished a joint when your phone rang, Eddie insisting he had something important to tell you.

"Your body is bangin.”

"Bangin' huh?" you giggle, your cheeks reddening immediately, grateful that he wasn't standing in front of you.

"Listen.. even friends can appreciate their friends uh-parts." he slurs, a little giggle slipping his lips.

"That skirt the other day, baby. Fuuuck." He groans dramatically. "Your ass.. your fucking curves."

"Eddie." you whisper, barely able to speak as compliments continue pouring from his lips. This wasn't the first time Eddie had said something like this but he wasn't usually so blunt.

"Shhh! I'm just trying to tell you." he chuckles again, "I would have bent you over right then and there if you woulda let me." his playful tone darkens in an instant.

"I-" Suddenly you wished he was standing in front of you.

"Mmm.. I can picture it now." he hums. "Pushing your skirt above your hips. Teasing you first. Do you like to be teased, sweetheart?"

"Fuck, Eds." you breathe out, your heart pounding in your chest, your pussy beginning to throb from his words.

"Shit, sorry baby.. I'm a little," he pauses to hiccup loudly, "a little drunk."

"It's okay.. I-I do like to be teased, by the way." you whisper into the phone, not wanting the conversation to end. Your high giving you a little boost of confidence.

"Yeah? Can I tell you what I'd do first?Hypothetically.” he rasps.

"Please." you whimper.

"Shit.. yeah, okay. First I'd bend you over.. like we talked about." he says giddily.

"Mhmm."

"Then I'd run my fingers up your thigh slowly until I reach your panties. I bet they'd be wet. Would they be wet, sweetheart?"

"So wet." you purr, escalating the situation further, resulting in a deep moan from Eddie.

Fuck, he's hot.

"I would bring my fingertips to your clit, starting slow. Teasing you just a bit. Then I'd move lower, feeling your soaked panties."

"Soaked?" you egg him on.

"Fucking drenched." he groans.

"What next?"

He chuckles lustfully at your eager tone. "I'd slip them to the side.. what color are they, baby?"

"Red. Lacy."

"Fuck me. Mmm.. okay. I'd slip the lace to the side, finally feeling you on my fingers.."

"Fast or slow?"

"Slow, in and out, I bet you feel so fucking good.”

“How many fingers?" he moans growing hard at the thought.

"Two?"

"Two.. yeah.. two sounds good. I'd start slow, gliding them in and out, speeding up, listening to your sounds.. finger fucking you real good, sweetheart. Make you cum all over my hand. God, know you'd be so wet."

"So wet for you, Eddie. My pussy would be so wet for you." you purr, surprising yourself with your words.

"Sweetheart... you're gonna make me cum." he blurts out at the same time that you blurt out your own sentence. "Do you wanna come over?"

"Yes. God, yes." he answers hastily.

"Wait, Eddie.. I don't think you should drive right now."

"No, no, no. I'm not driving. Stevie here is gonna drive me. Aren't ya buddy? Oh, here. You wanna say hi?" You hear a rustling on the other end of the phone. Oh god.

"Uh.. hi." Steve mutters awkwardly through the phone.

"Heh.. hi Steve." your face blushes profusely as you realize Steve must have been there the whole time.

"So. uh- need me to bring him?"

"Mhmm.. yeah. Please."

"I'm about to fuck your brains out." Eddie's voice comes through the phone again. CLICK.

#Eddie Munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb

[veltana]

Unleashed - Avengers!Bucky/Fem!Reader

✦ Pairing: Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~4,2k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings/tags: Sex pollen adjacent kinda, smut, a bit fluffy, one shot, possessive!Bucky, co-workers/friends to lovers, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praise, creampie, pet names (doll).

✦ Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions and all he wants is you.

✦ Note: Previously posted on AO3 since I have basically no time or energy to write new stuff. It was titled You’re what I need before but I always hated that title so I decided to re-name it. Bucky is kind of an asshole in this, but it's just because he wants you! As always, reblogs, comments, and asks are very welcome ❤️

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The worst part about watching from afar as a mission goes to shit is that you feel useless. Even as you dispatch medics for the team all you can do is tell them, "Help is on the way."

Captain America shouts orders that you hear through the comms. The wait feels endless until the crew of the quinjet declares that they have spotted the team and there's not much else for you to do but look at your monitors and wait for an update. When you get the call back that the team is secure you breathe a sigh of relief, but then the next message is to prepare the medical staff to receive multiple injuries and chemical exposure. You ask the crew to clarify, but they are too busy, so when you notify the medical center, they prepare a quarantine room.

Sometimes you wish you had a superpower and could be there with them instead of staring at your monitors and doing endless calculations on whatever the team needs. But then when they return they always compliment your work and tell you they don’t know how they managed without you. You try to remind yourself of those moments at times like this.

Once the quinjet is docked and everyone has been accounted for you push away from your desk and remove your headset, taking deep breaths and trying to calm your heart. A moment later a message pops up on your screen, probably because they couldn’t reach you through your comms. [Bucky wants you to come down here]

Your heart does a little flip in your chest, making you scowl. He is your friend and probably injured, you have no idea why he would be asking for you, but it’s not because he feels the same way you do. You grab your tablet and head to the MedBay.

When you get down you take stock of the situation. Nat and Steve have some scratches, Sam's arm is broken and Wanda has a few cracked ribs. Tony is bruised, his suit had taken most of the damage. You look around for Bucky but don’t see him anywhere and quickly deduce that he must be the person currently in quarantine.

When you get to the wing, you’re almost too scared to go in, afraid to see what could have happened to him. Inside, you find a team of medical personnel discussing Bucky's condition with him through a glass wall. His hair looks damp and he's wearing standard-issue quarantine clothing, soft black pants, and a black sweatshirt. When he sees you standing patiently at the side he says. "You can come back later. I need to talk to her more than I need to talk to you. Go away." His voice comes from speakers in the ceiling.

You're shocked by his behavior but smile apologetically as the white coats pass you on their way out. When you get up to the glass you hiss. "Bucky, what is wrong with you, don't be rude.” "You make it sound like I'm never rude otherwise," he laughs. "You're not rude to healthcare professionals, you know better." You glare at him as you wake your tablet. “Now what did you need me for?”

"Do you like me?" he asks. Your mouth falls open and your heart starts to beat faster. You’re happy your vitals aren’t monitored as you quickly collect yourself and try to deflect his question. "Of course I like you Bucky, you're my friend." But now it feels weird to look at him and you find a spot on the wall far behind him to focus on.

"What if I want more than friends?" is his next question and despite your best efforts, hope warms your chest. This is not happening. Of course you toyed with the idea of you and Bucky, he is always sweet to you, and if he has the chance he brings you gifts from the missions. But you’ve told yourself repeatedly that he needs someone stronger, who can keep up with him in the field and you’re not that person.

"Can we have this conversation when you are not high on some HYDRA drug?” you ask, trying to keep your voice from betraying you. They are monitoring everything in the room. And there is a sheet of unbreakable glass in between you both. If you're going to confess your feelings, it won't be like this.

"I'm not high," he huffs. "My mind has never been clearer." "I still think we should have this conversation later." "Doll, look at me." The command in his voice is so strong you don’t think, you snap your eyes to his and they are so blue and soft.

"I will feel the same tomorrow, and the day after, whenever this drug wears off but now is the only time I can't hold my tongue," he explains. You place your hand on the glass and he does the same on the other side. "It will be fine Bucky, I promise," you say just as the door opens and Steve walks in, making you pull your hand back to your side. He's showered, in a fresh pair of clothes and he swings his arm over your shoulder.

"Stop hogging her time Bucky, I know for a fact that she also needs to debrief," he smiles but Bucky looks as if he's seeing red. Through gritted teeth he presses out, "Get your fucking arm off her, punk. She's mine."

You and Steve burst into laughter because it has to be a joke, but then Bucky punches the barrier with his vibranium arm. The glass doesn't crack but both you and Steve stop short and step away in shock. Steve removes his arm and says, "I'll meet you upstairs." Before quickly heading out.

You turn to Bucky and point at him, anger rising in your chest. "What is wrong with you? Steve is your friend!" "That is what it’s like in here every day,” he points to his head. You're taken aback by his statement and his wide feral eyes. Clearly, whatever he was exposed to had messed with his head and he's not himself. “Bucky I need to go,” you tell him, and before he can protest you continue. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You smile feebly at him and are out the door before he can say anything else.

After debriefing and having dinner you go to bed early. Your head is spinning with the day and most of all, Bucky.

It's way past midnight when you wake to the soft closing of your door. Since you always sleep with a night light the soft warm glow reflects off his left arm and leaves no doubt about who has entered your room. You blink at him but before you can ask a question he rasps out, pleading. "I need you. So bad. Please doll, help me." He moves closer to your bed.

You quickly remove your covers and get up, glad the giant t-shirt covers you to your thighs, ready to spring into action. "Anything Bucky, what do you need?" You stop an arm's length from him, but all he does is reach his hand out to cup your face, letting his thumb stroke your cheek. There is a wild look in his eyes but you keep calm. "I can't get you what you need if you don't tell me," you whisper, meeting his eyes and watching as his brow furrows.

"I need you. Right now. If I don't get to touch and taste every inch of your body I'm going to lose my mind," he confesses in a low voice. His words shock you and you hitch a breath. You’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. You have this great friendship. If things were different you would not have minded taking it to another level, but with the day in mind and the fact that he somehow got out of his containment room you say, "Bucky, you’re not yourself, you need to get back to-”

"Doll,” he interrupts with a hard voice. “For once, I feel more like myself than I have in a long time. The only thing the drug did, I think, was remove my inhibitions. For once I feel free. My mind isn't controlled by HYDRA or by fear that you'll reject me. All I know is that I crave you and I can't be quiet about it anymore.”

"Bucky… I…" your whole body is flushed with warmth from his words and you're not sure how to respond. "I dreamt about you and couldn't stop myself from going over here. I don't want to hurt you, doll, but I'm not sure this drug will let me leave. All I wanna do is move closer to you.” You swallow hard as he continues, thumb still stroking your cheek. “Ask FRIDAY to get Steve, or the Hulk if you want me to leave."

Instead, you step into him, making up your mind in an instant and resting your hands on his chest. "Stay, I'll be glad to help you with anything you need," you whisper honestly and by the way his eyes widen there was still some doubt in his mind that you would reject him.

Instead of saying anything his vibranium hand grasps your waist and pulls you closer. There is no escaping the smell and size of him and his hands on you got your pussy throbbing for him already.

"I hope you understand what you've agreed to," he whispers, leaning closer. "Once I have you I won't stop, you'll never be rid of me. I'll claim you against every surface of this fucking compound if I need to." That makes you whimper and press harder against him. "Fuck you'd like that huh? Are you a kinky little thing? Like getting fucked where people can see you and hear you moan, do you want people to see my hard dick spread you open?" "Fuck Bucky!" You exclaim and lean your forehead against his chest. Maybe that idea excites you or maybe it is just that the word ‘claim’ sounds so primal.

"You're going to tell me all your little secrets later, doll. But now, I'm going to take what's mine." And with that, he crushes his lips to yours. He backs you towards the bed, kissing you the whole time, letting his hands explore you. When you land on your back, he stands over you with eyes like a predator about to devour its prey.

You shuffle up until your head rests on the pillows, spreading your legs for him. Without taking off any clothes he crawls after you, settling on his knees between your legs and placing his hands on the headboard, crowding you with his large frame. "Mine," he whispers and it makes a shudder pass through you. He ruts his clothed cock against your core, slicking your underwear even more and making you whine, gripping the sheets under you.

"Yes," he almost hisses as the length of his dick presses on your clit and forces a mewl out of you. It's been a long time since you've gotten laid. "Bucky," you plead. "No doll, I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of claiming you, from the outside in. Did you think this would be hard and fast and that I would be gone before you knew what happened?"

He lets go of the headboard to put his elbows beside your head instead, his weight on you, pressing you down into the mattress. "When I leave you will long for me, spend every waking second wishing I was still inside you. I want your cunt to be permanently drenched so I can fuck you whenever I please." He kisses you forcefully and any coherent thought that was left in your head flees. "And when you're too sore to take more of my dick in your pussy I'm going to do the same thing to your mouth and ass."

He rids you off your t-shirt and instead of having to move from between your legs to pull off your underwear, he rips them apart. "Ah!" you exclaim when the force of his movements jolts you but he takes no notice, he just stares at you, letting his hands roam up and down your sides, up to your tits, cupping them and caressing your nipples with his thumbs.

Whimpers are coming from you with every pass of this touch. Then he moves down and lays on his stomach, not saying a word as he sweeps his tongue over your pussy before he starts devouring you with a throaty moan.

It doesn’t take long for the first orgasm to take you, his movements are precise and his words and actions have made you hornier than you’ve ever experienced. Or maybe it's because he is the hottest person you’ve ever laid eyes on and he only wants you.

When you’re finished and sensitive he dips his tongue into your hole to taste you and groans loudly, lapping up the wetness from your orgasm. "Better than I've dreamed of," he says when he pulls away. Now you’re the one that must be high because you can't help but giggle. "You seriously dream of me?" "All the time, doll. Every night when I go to bed I wish you were with me and then you plague my sleep with your soft curves and radiant smile."

You're about to tell him how his laugh makes you warm and fuzzy on the inside but at that moment he sucks your clit into his mouth, cutting out every thought in your brain. He's gentle but not hesitant, it's as if he's feeling you out and when you make a particularly loud sound he continues the same movement, making your whole body go hot.

The second orgasm is intense enough to send aftershocks through for a long while afterward. Bucky lays his head on your thigh as you tremble, caressing your skin and letting the fingers of his right hand skim over your opening.

Despite what he's already given you, you still crave more. His fingertips never come close to where you need them and when you whine at the back of your throat Bucky smiles up at you. "Don't worry, I'm not even close to done with you, but I don't want you to pass out on me.” One of his fingers glides inside, making you take a sharp breath just because it feels so good. Once again he is careful, moving slowly, listening to your breath and your body.

"Please Bucky, I need more.” "No need to beg, I'll give you everything you want… in time," he breathes and kisses the skin on the inside of your thigh. Slowly he moves his finger in and out. You're sure it's a form of torture. The sweetest kind there is. Your breathing is labored and when he finally adds a second, you start to quiver.

He nips at your skin and then kisses it before speaking. "You look like a goddess, doll, eyes filled with lust, your skin is gleaming. I'm going to worship you until you're tired of me.” "Never gonna happen," you whimper. Then his thumb lands on your clit, making you cry out. Everything is so sensitive and overstimulated.

"I don't- Bucky, I don't think I can again," you tell him even though his touches are causing your insides to melt. "Yes, you will," his voice is soft but the command is clear. So instead of trying to speak again, you sink further into the madness that is him playing with you. The third one takes its sweet time but you never feel rushed or stressed that it's taking too long. Bucky isn’t in a hurry.

Then it’s suddenly there, crashing through you. "Fuck Bucky, fuck you're gonna make me come." "So good for me, let me feel you come on my fingers," he urges. "I'm going to lick them clean afterward so make sure you get them nice and wet for me. I want as much as you'll give me." The climax reaches its peak and you come with a cry of his name, body convulsing and your hand shooting down to tangle in his hair.

"Just like that doll," he smiles up at you and holds your gaze when he pulls out his fingers and sucks them clean, moaning while he does. It's a filthy sound, but it turns you on as if he didn't just make you come for the third time. Then he dives in between your legs again, licking at your skin and your soaked hole. Letting go of his hair all you can do is just lie there, writhing, as he somehow coaxes a fourth orgasm out of you.

“Fuck me,” you plead when he pulls back. “I need you inside me Bucky.” This time he takes pity on you and moves away to take off his clothes. When he’s naked he kneels between your legs again and you spread them as wide as you can. "Want me, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He swipes his cock through your mess and then uses his hand to coat himself with you. "Yes," is all you can say. Both you and Bucky stare as he pushes his dick into you, filling you up completely. Of course, he takes it torturously slow this time too.

"This feels better than any dream I've ever had," he whispers almost in awe. You grip his biceps and arch into him, pushing him deeper, faster. That makes him tsk but smiles at the same time as he pushes the rest of the way, finally seating himself. Without giving you a chance to relax he starts fucking you, his cock pushes perfectly against your insides, pulling sounds from you that you haven't made in years.

He sits back on his heels lifting your ass effortlessly until your weight is resting on your shoulders and neck. It's like he is in a trance, pulling you onto his cock over and over again. Your body is his, your mind has fled, and all you see and feel is just him all around you. His eyes keep changing between his dick filling your cunt, your bouncing tits, and your half-lit eyes as if he is not sure where to look. "Mine," he rasps and thrusts hard to empathize the word. "All mine. Say it."

It takes some time for your brain to connect to your mouth and form the words but his gaze never leaves you. "Yours," you whimper. "I'm yours, Bucky." There is a familiar heat low in your belly that's steadily spreading through your limbs. It makes you wiggle and move because it's overwhelming. He is overwhelming in the best sense. Whining you reach down to rub yourself but he slaps your hand away. "I thought I told you, it's mine. I own this cunt. If you wanna touch yourself you have to ask permission." It's as close to a growl as is humanly possible and you don't understand how he can be so cognizant right now, because your brain is like putty. "Can I please rub my clit Bucky, I wanna come on your cock so bad," you cry.

"Good girl," he praises, and when he calls you that, your mouth falls open with a keening sound, gripping the sheets even harder, pulling at them because you want to come so bad. "Do it, show me how you get off when you're alone in bed without me." Everything is slippery and sensitive when you start with your fingers and you immediately know it's going to go fast. With his previous words in mind, you ask. "Can I come?" He meets your eyes with a wicked smile. "Fast learner. Yeah, you can come… when I tell you."

You rip your hand away, afraid you might fall over the edge at any second. The sound out of your throat is almost a sob. "Don't be like that, doll, I thought you said you couldn't do it more times?" "I can-I can! As many times as you want just please let me come." "Fuck, I like it when you beg with my cock in you." But he doesn't say anything else, just continues fucking you. He's not even winded while you're straining your entire body. Your hand wants to move back, anything to relieve the pressure inside you but Bucky was very clear and you don’t want to disobey him.

Then he pulls out and drops you onto the bed, but you don't get to relax because he flips you onto your stomach and pushes one of your knees up to the side before he presses in. His dick hits your G-spot dead on and you scream into the pillow under you. Bucky chuckles right by your ear. "Guess I found it." He's merciless, his hips hit your ass hard and if it weren't for his weight pressing you down you would soon hit the headboard.

"Bucky!" you wail because it's too much. You're losing the last pieces of your mind to the sheer force of the pleasure and you're scared you're never going to be able to come back to yourself. Then his hand presses in between you and the mattress. "Rub yourself on my fingers, make yourself cum. Fuck my cock and come all over me doll." You brace yourself as best you can and move your hips as he keeps almost completely still, just shallow thrusts in stark comparison to what he was doing to you just moments ago.

His fingers slide along your clit, his cock brushing your G-spot over and over again. You're breathless, sweat breaking out along your skin, but the climax you're chasing will be well worth it. You just know it.

"I can't fill you up until I’ve felt you come around me," he grunts, his voice tight with holding back. You whimper, the feeling of fire flushing your whole body, and building up to an eruption like no other. "Yes, yes, yes," he chants low in your ear. "That's it, come for me, make me proud. Fuck it feels so good." And he starts moving again "I'm going to fill you fucking full of my cum. That's it!"

The heat in you breaks and you come with a shout of his name, shaking under him. It gets even more intense when Bucky finishes right behind you, groaning your name. He collapses on top of you but his hips are still moving, slowly, as if he doesn’t want it to ever end. Neither would you but your body is wrecked.

When he finally rolls off, you're so close to falling asleep, but he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. "Pee." He points and you want to tell him that you know the drill, this isn't your first time, but all that comes out is a grumble before he closes the door behind him and you sit down on the toilet.

When you're done, you stumble out and have a moment of panic, thinking he left. But then the door opens and Bucky returns with two bottles of water, handing you one before leading you to the bed and sitting you down on the edge. Gratefully you drink and lean against his shoulder before asking. "How do you feel?" "Better than I have in a long time," he answers, kissing your forehead. You chuckle. "Yeah I have a magical pussy, it can cure anything," you joke and it makes him laugh. "You should get back to quarantine," you comment. "Before anyone notices." He shakes his head. "No I'm staying here, I'm never leaving you again." He takes the bottle from your hand and places it on the bedside table together with his own. Then he crawls beneath the sheets and you go after him, letting him envelop you in a tight embrace before you fall asleep.

Alarms blare and you wake with a start. "FRIDAY what's going on?" you ask out into the room. “Sergeant Barnes has escaped his confinement.” The voice echoes through the room. You sigh and glare at Bucky grumbling beside you, like the loud signal is just a regular alarm clock. "FRIDAY please inform the team that Bucky is here and everything is fine."

A second later the sound dies and with a sigh you get up to pull on yesterday's discarded t-shirt and find a pair of pants. Right when you're done there is a knock on the door and Steve asks, "Everything okay in there?" You open the door enough to show yourself. "We're fine, he broke out during the night and came here." "Oh," Steve says and there is a hint of blush on his cheeks.

Then you feel a presence behind you and Bucky’s arm goes around your waist. "Mine," he says and you can't see him but he's probably glaring daggers at Steve who backs away. "We'll be okay, I'll alert FRIDAY if I need help," you tell Steve. When you close the door Bucky turns you before pushing you up against it and kissing you hard. "Mine," he mumbles against your lips. "Fucking caveman," you tell him. He grabs you around the waist and throws you over his shoulder. "I'll show you caveman," he says and carries you to the bed

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