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bennibabie · 4 months ago

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Cappy’s Secret Missions (7/?)

Pairings: College Hockey Captain Steve Rogers x female reader (Cappy x bug)

Warnings: Cappy being a meatball, Bug having not the kindest assumptions of Cappy’s type- could someone be a bit jealous? Please let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 2.6K

A/N: and we’re back… like a million years later! 🫣I hope you enjoy hanging out with Cappy again!

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own ♥️

Lucky Charms: Cappy

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"You've reached The Capster, leave me a message and I might hit you up.... BEEEEEEEEEEEEP"

"Damnit, Crappy" you hissed into the phone for the 5th time today and it wasn't even noon, "where are you?"

Clearing the call without leaving another message you shoved your phone back into your bag and huffed off to your next class.

The big game -the one prior to the start of Duck Duck Daze- was coming up quick and you hadn't been able to set a meeting with the meatball all week about final preparations.

Your phone chiming with a text had you chirping and scrambling to fish the device out of your messenger as you were walking into the building of your second to last class of the day.

Captain Meatball: Sorry, ladybug. Busy week. I'll text you later tonight.

"You better hope we sell out these shirts you meatball..." you snarled under your breath just as someone brushed past you heading out of the building.

"Sorry" the person murmured and you looked up in time to see that it was Barnesy- Cappy's teammate.

"Barnesy" you called after him, turning on your heels as he sped up his pace.

"No... Bug... I don't know where Cappy is..." he called over his shoulder, not even bothering to stop.

"Barnesy... I'm going to strangle him..." you yelled after the defenseman.

People around you turned to eye up where the blatant threat was coming from.

"Not sure that's his thing but I'll pass on the message" Barnesy spun around, walking backwards in the opposite direction as he smirked at you, tugging his backpack strap up his shoulder before giving you a cheeky two finger solute before spinning on his heels and making his way out of the building.

You blew out an exhale, ignoring the lingering eyes on you as you grumbled your way to class, complaining under your breath about the entire meatball hockey team at this ridiculous school.

~~~~

“Oh, Captain Rogers? He was just in here this morning..." Janet smiled, “hasn’t missed a morning yet.”

"Wait... what?" you asked, digging your scheduling lifeline out of your bag and placing it on the tall counter in the lobby of the animal shelter. This place was almost like your second home and you and Janet went way back- she and her husband Tom had been running the shelter for years now.

"Well, isn't that sweet..." Janet smiled at the ladybug cover of your planner- the one Captain Meatball got you a couple weeks ago.

"Oh, thanks..." you felt your belly do a flip-flop and a wave of heat flood your face as the older woman watched you with a knowing twinkle in her eye.

"Cappy... I mean... Steve is coming here in the mornings? That's not on his schedule..." you furrowed your brows in confusion, "did I forget that we had something planned?"

"Oh, no sweetheart. Nothing like that. He’s been running the dogs that we haven't been able to get out in a few days..." Janet smiled, "you know we've been short volunteers lately... and some of our younger more active dogs need more than the potty breaks out back."

"He's running with them?" you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.

"Yes, sometimes more than one run a day if we have antsy dogs... he'll come in the morning and sometimes after classes... he's even gotten some of his teammates to come too..."

"That's great" you couldn't help the fluttering feeling in your chest as your mind drifted to the thought of a sweaty Cappy running the sweet shelter dogs... and that imagery was doing things to you...

"... and he's just so handsome..." Janet nearly sighed as she carried on gushing about the captain, "I'm telling ya... if I were about 30 years younger..."

"What would you do if you were 30 years younger, dear?" Tom walked up behind his wife, smiling at you as he pulled open a filing cabinet drawer, paging through folders in there.

"This adoption drive is gearing up to be our best in more than 5 years!" he smiled at you, "what a great idea getting the college hockey team involved" he found the folder he was looking for and shot you another smile before walking back towards his office, giving his wife an affectionate squeeze on the way out.

~~~~

You walked through the shelter runs, giving all the dogs a quick scratch behind the ears before chirping a thank you to Janet on your way out- already headed to your next class.

Grabbing your phone from your bag you pulled up Captain's Meatballs messages and began typing...

You've been running with the dogs?!

Captain Meatball: Oh, yeah. In the mornings. Didn't I tell you? Tom said they weren't getting out enough and Dodger looked really sad 🥺🐶

That's really nice of you, Steve ❤️

Captain Meatball: Cool it, ladybug. You're gonna start to make me think I got a chance 😉

You shoved your phone back in your bag before you could text back "you do..."

~~~~

"I swear to the gods, Yenzy..." you called out, barging into the goalie's room, catching him mid dressed as he got ready for his next class.

"Jesus, Bug..." the goalie startled, throwing his hands in the air before realizing his boxer briefs left little to the imagination and covering himself quickly before exposing the goods.

"Sorry..." you smirked, turning to give him some privacy, "but I tried downstairs and every other room in the house... Cappy isn't here and I need to know where the hell he is..."

"Think I'm the only one home" Yenzy said, the sound of his dresser drawer opening as he grabbed a shirt.

"I can see that... do you have any idea where he is?" you crossed your arms over your chest, fuming.

"Cappy?" Jensen asked, walking across the room fully dressed now and sitting on his computer chair. He was using a towel to dry his hair now.

"I haven't seen him today... sorry..." he shrugged.

"Yenzy, Pleeeeease...." you whined, crossing the room, "I need to find him...." you slammed your palm down on his desk, tears swimming in your eyes as you bit back your panic.

"I’m sorry... Bug" Yenzy gave an apologetic shrug, "I don't keep track of his schedule."

"That's just the thing... he's not following his schedule..." you shrieked, nearing hysterical.

"You know his schedule?" Yenzy smirked.

"Can you ask Broozy?" you ignored his question altogether, "I tried texting her, but she didn't answer..."

"If she didn't answer you, what makes you think she's gonna answer me?" he laughed.

"Oh, man..." you laughed, "you really are clueless... huh?"

"What?" Yenzy asked, his boyish grin endearing.

"Yen-zee.... I need him..." you whined, "he already canceled our meeting this week, he won't return my phone calls or texts about meeting up, the other guys on the team are avoiding me on campus and we need to go over what will be said at half time for the adoption drive t-shirt sales tomorrow night" you wailed.

"Periods..." Yenzy smiled, picking his phone up from the desk and started swiping through it.

"What?" you snapped.

"Hockey has periods... not half times" he continued.

"Oh" you frowned, "see? This is stuff I would know if Steve would just call me back..."

"I've never heard you call him Steve before" Yenzy studied you with a narrowed gaze.

You just narrowed your eyes back at him, drawing your hands to your hips with a huff.

Yenzy shook his head with a good-natured eye roll, laughing as he conceded.

"Make the announcement about the t-shirt sales and adoption drive before the game starts, there's always a few announcements after the coin toss..." he offered, "then make another announcement after each period... and again at the end of the game... maybe even have a player make the announcement. If you have a few players make an announcement it could be like a competition to see who's number gets the most sales..."

"Yenzy! Thank you" the tension in your shoulders dropped the slightest bit.

"Maybe the guy with the most t-shirt sales gets to be auctioned off for a date with a pup or other animal of the winners choosing..." Yenzy added.

"Yenzy?! ... oh, my god... that's amazing" you squealed, "you're brilliant and I love you..." you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you accidentally fell into him, giving the startled goalie an awkward hug.

"Thanks" his cheeks flushed bright pink, chuckling nervously as his phone lit up where it lay in front of him on his desk. He shifted in his chair as you scrambled out of his lap, realizing you haphazardly landed there in your haste to thank him.

"Uh... I guess Cap is at the YMCA over on 3rd..." Yenzy said after reading his text message.

"Why is he at the YMCA?" you asked.

"Levs didn't say... just said Cap's at the Y..." Yenzy said as he started gathering text books and notebooks off his desk and stuffed them in his backpack. You watched him close his laptop before adding that to his bag too.

"You guys have a team gym at the arena, right?" you asked, following the goalie out of his room and down the hall.

"Yup" Yenzy called back to you over his shoulder.

Your fingers traced the Cappy sign on the captain's bedroom door as you passed, headed for the stairs. When you got downstairs and waited while Yenzy grabbed a hoodie you couldn't help noticing a hoodie with Steve's number 7 hung up by the door. The man was everywhere but where you needed him.

"So why would Cap have a Y membership if you guys can use the team gym whenever you want?" you asked, following him out the front door.

"Not sure" Yenzy shrugged, "but I gotta run to class... I'm meeting up with Broozy later... you want me to see if she knows what Cap's up to at the Y?" Yenzy asked.

"No, thanks" you blew out a tired sigh while checking your watch, "not exactly how I planned to spend my day but I got enough time between now and my study group to see what he's up to... oh, could you remind Broozy that we're doing inventory at my place.... not The Barn."

"Sure thing" Yenzy shot you a wink, "see ya, Bug..." he said before taking off, jogging in the direction of campus.

~~~~

After having circled the facility twice and getting some odd looks from the gym members you decided to give up your search for Captain Meatball. Today just really wasn't your day.

In a last-ditch effort you decided to ask the perky C-cup at the front desk- she looked like she'd be Cappy's type.

"Oh, yeah... he's here with his niece..." she nearly swooned, hearts twinkling in her eyes, "just go back that way" she pointed in the direction of a row of basketball courts, "you'll see them through the big glass window..."

~~~~

“Oh… my….” you words failed you as you tried to make sense of what you were looking at- you couldn't help the swarm of butterflies fluttering to life in your chest- there he was- Captain Meatball- with his sweet little niece Mary- in the pool.

When Mary's lessons were over Cappy carefully cradled her against his chest, using the hand railing to carefully climb the steps of the pool. You watched him grab a towel and wrap her in it- smiling and talking to her the entire time. When he happened to look over at the picture window view into the pool he saw you and his face lit up- smiling from ear-to-ear. Cappy waved and then helped Mary wave her pudgy little hand at you.

"Hey, Bug!" he called out, leaving the family locker room with a duffle bag over his shoulder- Mary still hugged protectively to his chest in the other arm, "what are you doing here?"

"I've been looking for you..." but all your frustration had melted away the second you spotted the big doofus swimming with his niece.

You smiled despite yourself, blinking down at Mary as she babbled. Taking her little hand in yours you said to her...

"Mary can you tell your uncle that he's not an easy guy to track down... I've been to see the doggies today... then to the barn and now to the pool!" you smiled when she looked up at you, squealing and chattering some more.

"Sorry, I've had a busy week..." Cappy sighed, "Frank had a project due in one of his classes and I told Frank I could take Mary to her Gymboree class earlier this week and then swimming lessons today.

"What's Gymboree class?" you asked, trying really hard not to swoon over the handsome guy holding the cute baby.

"Like a gymnastics class for babies" Cappy laughed, "it's actually pretty cute to see her rolling all over the mats..."

You couldn't help smiling at Mary and her Uncle Cappy- feeling that damn flutter in your chest again before noticing the attention these two were garnering as young women walked down the hall towards the locker rooms.

"You must get a lot of attention whenever you take Mary to these classes" you smirked at him but he just looked at you for a second before a small smile cracked the corner of his pretty mouth.

"Not from the girl I want..." his blue eyes sparkled, lashes somehow looking even longer after swimming- making you want to curse the universe for creating this gorgeous man.

"You wanna join us?" Steve asked, "I gotta run Mary back to Frank's and get her a snack before she goes down for a nap. Then when Frank gets back I gotta head to practice..."

"I... um..." you looked down at your watch trying to recall the rest of your schedule for today.

"You're clear until 5..." Cappy smiled down at you, bouncing Mary gently as she squirmed a little, seeing some other kids pass on their way to the pool and frantically trying to wave at them.

"I should probably..." you started, trying to think of any excuse not to stay with these two- you could figure out the adoption drive stuff without the help from the captain.

"Baaaaah.... Baaaaaaah... ba" Mary added, slapping her hand on her uncle's shoulder and trying to grab at his mouth with the other.

"Mary's inviting you..." Cappy played along as the baby tried to pry her little fingers into his mouth. When he turned sharply, play-snarling and toothlessly biting at her, she squealed with delight.

"Well... if Mary's inviting me..." you laughed, watching as they continued their play-snarl-bite game.

"Yeah?" Steve gazed down at you, the biggest smile on his face before he moved to jostle the duffle to his back, making room to wrap his arm around your shoulder to tuck you into his side. Cappy gracefully spun where he stood, walking all three of you towards the exit.

“Cappy!” his name on your lips was breathy with surprise- and it was working for him.

“Come on, ladybug!” he laughed, radiating joy.

"What are you so happy about, meatball?" you goaded when his smile threatened to crack that handsome face.

"Life..." Cappy shrugged, "it's just been really good lately" somehow his smile stretched even wider across that youthful face and it made you nearly sigh when he bounced Mary into a fit of giggles, "just happy I got my two best girls with me along for the ride..."

And that was it. You were done for- add another member to the Cappy fan club 🫠

I love them 🥺🥰

Please take a moment to let me know what you think! Comment, reblog, share- it really helps fuel my muse! Thank you ♥️

The dividers used in this series were made by @firefly-graphics ♥️

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bennibabie · 4 months ago

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One of the Guys Master List

Summary: Y/N is in a rough spot… to say the least. Her boyfriend cheated, her best friend is dead to her, and now she’s out on her ass with nowhere to go. Her buddy Steve has offered her a spot on their couch until she gets back on her feet. But with his two roommates added to the mix… who knows what’ll happen?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Status: WIP, last updated March 25, 2025

Bonus: Theme Song

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bennibabie · 5 months ago

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Eddie is my melatonin dealer (that's what I call fucking me until im able to sleep)

Roommate Services

Roommate!Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 900ish

Warnings: talk of sex, talk of masturbation, mentions of an allergic reaction to melatonin gummies (me af), eddie’s a menace to society and to your nervous system

A/N: Thinking about roommate!eddie offering his ‘services’

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“–and I’m so tired, I just can’t sleep. Like, I try and then I toss and turn for two whole hours before somehow falling asleep.”

“I hate when that happens,” he responds, shoveling another spoonful of Honeycomb cereal into his mouth.

“And, I tried those melatonin gummies, or whatever, and I get a rash every time I eat them. I don’t know what it is, but they make me so itchy. So, it’s like, that’s out of the question…”

“Well, have you tried masturbating?” He looks at you plainly, like he didn’t just ask you if you’ve tried touching yourself.

“Eddie! What the fuck?” Why the hell is he asking you such a personal, inappropriate question right now? You’re talking about sleeping troubles, what does that have to do with his perverted fantasies?

Laughing at your wide eyes, he shakes his head—frizzy bed head swaying with the movement. “No, sweetheart, I’m not asking because I wanna know—although if you have something to share with the class, I’ve been told I’m a great listener,” he smirks, looking at you expectantly.

“Eddie!”

“Right, no. I just mean, like, apparently masturbation is supposed to make you tired or something.”

“How would you know?” You cross your arms, jutting a hip out defiantly. How would he know, where is he getting this information from?

“Well, I wouldn’t actually. I haven’t not masturbated every night, so I have no control to compare the experiment to.”

You scoff at his shit eating grin, it’s like he gets off on talking about gross, TMI stuff with you. You really didn’t need to know that he’s on the other side of your bedroom wall, just wacking it every night. You could’ve gone fifty more years without that picture in your head. Now, you can’t stop thinking about the noises he probably tries to muffle, the sound of skin jerking wet skin.

Shaking your head, ridding yourself of those thoughts before they take root in your brain, you answer his question. “I’m not a big fan of masturbation, just doesn’t do it for me. So I don't know what else to do.”

“I mean, I’m sure it’s the same type of thing if you had sex. Like, if you had sex before bed, that’d probably work too.”

Snorting at the way he’s trying to genuinely solve your problem with sex, you give him a chiding look. “And, who would I have sex with before bed? I’m not exactly the hookup type.”

“Okayyyy. Fine. I’ll fuck you,” he grumbles jokingly.

“Eddie, that’s not what–I wasn’t–like, fishing for you to fuck me!” Embarrassment rushes through you at the idea that he thinks you said that hoping he’d bite the hook.

“Well, how else are you gonna sleep?”

He seems to be having a grand old time watching you splutter, trying to come up with something to say. “I–I was sort of hoping maybe I’d be so sleep deprived I’d just drop dead,” you shrug, knowing you’d like to drop dead right now—especially with the way his eyes undress you.

Scoffing, he throws his head back in an incredulous chuckle. “Oh, so you’d rather drop dead than have sex with me?”

“Wha–no! You’re–I’d–,” you vaguely gesture to his body, cringing at the expectant smirk on his face. “How did we get to this? If I say I’d have sex with you, that’s weird. If I say I wouldn’t have sex with you, that feels mean, like I’m calling you ugly or something—which you’re not.”

His eyes crinkle as he laughs at your inability to shut up, deciding to put you out of your misery, he cuts your next sentence off, “I’d have sex with you.”

“Eddie, you can’t just say that!” He can’t do this to you. You’re his roommate, he’s Eddie. You’re friends. Famously.

Snorting at your reprimand, “Sweetheart, I think this is actually the one time where it makes sense for me to say that.”

He’s got a point. You were literally in the middle of deciding whether you would have sex with him—theortically. If the need arose. ‘Deciding,’ as if it’s not an automatic ‘yes’ and you know it. But that would be worse. If he asked and your immediate response, without a second of thought, was ‘yes.’

“Okay, we’re not talking about this anymore,” you shake your head, waving your hands about, trying to put an end to any further inappropriate comments. Eddie might as well be legally blind and deaf because he continues anyway.

“So if I came into your room tonight, you’d turn me away?”

He mutters the question so lowly, dark eyes drinking you in, you feel like you’re being hunted. “What happened to, ‘We’re not talking about this anymore’?”

Standing up, he closes the space between your bodies, “That was you, sweetheart. I never agreed to that ruling. So answer the question.”

Avoiding his dark eyes, you obfuscate, “Uh–I don’t–um, what question?”

Tilting his chin down at you, a smirk spreads across his sinful lips as he catches your eyes. “If I came into you room tonight to fuck you…would you turn me away,” he asks slowly, relishing in the shiver his words cause you.

Feeling like a dog afraid of making eye contact with the alpha, your eyes shoot back and forth between his and wet smirking lips. “...I don’t know.”

He hums, smirk widening to a smile as he turns around, walking back to his seat. He’s broken the spell and you can finally breathe. Until you hear his next words.

“See you tonight, sweetheart.”

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bennibabie · 6 months ago

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Twice Bitten, Never Shy - s.h. | e.m.

Summary: Eddie is alive. You don't know how, but it doesn't matter, does it? He's here, except... he's not back. He's been distant; sneaking out, skipping Hellfire. But tonight? You and Steve are finally going to find out why.

Word count: 4.3k

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader x Eddie Munson

Warnings: vampire!Eddie!!! blood drinking, baby!!! if that grosses you out, maybe skip this one. I literally have no clue why Eddie would be a vampire but he is and he's still Eddie. Some self-flagellation (he chains himself up) and starving on Eddie's part, hurt comfort, angst with a fluffy ending.

A/N: oh lord. *drops this and scuttles away* Exposing myself as a vamp Eddie truther. Hope y'all like this one! In this fic, blood drinking provides a relaxing "high" for the drinked (blood provider).

BTW I wrote this with a plus sized/heavier reader in mind but there isn't much description of her body. If that bothers you then *shrug.* Eddie would think everybody's blood is fucking delicious.

Happy almost Halloween! Eddie Munson drink my blood WHEN.

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"We should do something special."

"Huh?" Steve looks up from where he was stacking videos. “You mean for Halloween?"

"For Eddie," you say. "I think he could use some cheering up."

“Is something wrong?” Steve asks, immediately alert.

“No, no." You shake your head. "I’m just worried about him.”

Steve hums. “Dustin said Eddie's been missing Hellfire.”

Eddie Munson had been pronounced dead seventy-seven days ago. Dustin had returned alone and Steve had held you while you cried. The funeral had less than twenty people, limited to Wayne, Hellfire and the lunch club. After they'd lowered Eddie’s empty coffin into the ground, you’d sprinted into the church bathroom and lost your breakfast.

Two weeks later, Eddie had climbed through an open window in his trailer. He’d nearly given Wayne a heart attack. Bloody and dirty, it'd been short of a miracle no one had called the cops on him.

But he's back. And that's all that matters. Right?

“Wayne says he hears him creep out at night,” you confess. “Won’t tell him where he’s going.”

You and Steve had found solace in each other after the earthquakes. You’d established a routine of sorts, both of you working to provide relief and comfort for the people of Hawkins. And at the end of the day, you'd slept over Steve's house more nights than not. While Hawkins had only known the earthquakes, those of you who’d experienced Vecna’s horrors up close remained haunted. Steve’s bed had been warm and he hadn't minded when you’d curled up closer to chase away the nightmares.

“Where do you think he goes?”

You can't see Steve behind the shelves but you hear his implication. No one has an explanation for how Eddie had returned. The frightening thought that perhaps Vecna isn't as gone as you'd hoped lingers. Eddie won't talk about what happened—not with Wayne, and certainly not with any of you.

“Please don’t make me tell you,” he’d said the first and only time you’d dared to ask.

“I don’t know, Steve,” you reply quietly. “I wish he’d talk to us.”

He stands and approaches, movies in hand. Steve pulls you close.

“We could check on him through a movie night?" He holds up three videos. "Eddie hasn't caught up with the new releases. No scary stuff.”

Steve tries for a smile. You mirror it, grateful he's on board.

“Yeah," you nod eagerly. "And we’ll get food from the diner. Eddie likes their burgers. Do you think he's eating enough? I mean, he has to eat something but I keep thinking what if the Upside Down made it harder. Is Wayne noticing? Should we—"

"Y/N," Steve soothes. "Hey, hey. Deep breath."

You lean against him, forcing air into your lungs.

“Sorry,” you whisper. “I’m just worried. I miss him. Which is stupid, 'cause he's back but it's not same."

Steve squeezes your hip gently.

“I know. Gotta say, I miss the old Eddie too."

"I should've checked on him earlier," you lament. "Just seemed like he was avoiding all of us and I didn't wanna push but…" You throw your hands up. "I don't know!"

"No, I get it. I think checking on him is a smart idea, baby. Eddie’s been acting off and we'll sort it out. I’m sure he’s just been working through what happened, y’know? Like the rest of us.”

“Yeah,” you say, wanting to be as confident as Steve. “You’re probably right.”

The trailer park is dead. You suppose that's due to the fact that most people are still recovering from the earthquakes. You personally aren't too keen on being out after dark either.

Eddie's van is outside. Wayne's truck is not. Steve jogs up the steps first and knocks on the doorframe.

"Hey, Munson, it's us! We brought some food and movies. Thought maybe you could use a…" Steve glances at you questioningly. "Night in?"

"With friends," you add. "If you'll have us."

“I chose the movies,” Steve offers.

“I screened them to make sure they don’t totally suck,” you grin, earning an eye roll from Steve.

No reply. You peer in through the screen door. There are a few dishes in the sink and a single lamp is on by the couch. Besides that, no sign of life.

"Eddie?" you try again. "You there?"

"Y/N?" croaks a voice.

You catch a silhouette of dark curls, just out of light's reach.

"Hey, Eds," you say softly. "It's us. Me and Steve."

"Uh," comes the reply. "H-hey. What're you guys doing here?"

"Thought you could use some company," says Steve. "We come bearing gifts. Got diner food and everything." He shakes the bag. "Your favorite heart attack on a plate."

"And movies! We can finally make Steve watch all three Star Wars."

"Yippee," deadpans Steve.

"Oh," Eddie says thinly. "That sounds great, guys. Y’know I'd love to, it's just I'm—I'm super sick. Sick as a dog. You guys should go."

"We don't mind, Eds," you murmur. "We just didn't want you to be alone. Have you eaten? I can make you some soup."

You start to turn the handle.

"Don't!" he yells, loud enough to startle you.

Steve rests a hand on your back. "What's going on, man? Everything okay?"

"Nothing's… I just can't today. Go home, please."

The shadow disappears. You glance worriedly at Steve, who shakes his head. He pulls open the door and you hesitantly follow him in. The lock chain has been snapped off.

"Eds, you don't sound okay…"

Across the trailer, Eddie's bedroom door slams. You whip your head around. Steve steps forward, holding an arm out to keep you behind him. He sets the food on the counter.

"Eddie?" you call out, voice getting higher. "Eddie, what’s going on?"

"I'm fine!" is the instant response. "Go home. I'll c–catch you tomorrow."

There's a thump behind the door. Then a jangling sound, like that of metal. You peek around Steve's shoulder.

"Eddie, this isn't cool," he warns. "C'mon, man. If something's going on, tell us."

You both know what the other is thinking: had Vecna returned? Eddie had his oddities now and then, but he'd never shoot you down like this.

Steve puts a hand on the doorknob and turns. It's locked.

"You need to leave." Eddie's voice is sharper, like he's in pain. "I'm serious. Go."

More metal. A heavy clunk. Then Eddie cries out, quick and cut off.

"Eddie?" you say again, jiggling the doorknob. "Eddie, let us in!"

"Go away!" he growls, nearly unrecognizable.

That's enough for Steve. He drags you back and throws all his weight into the door. It splinters open, and you both stumble through.

"Steve!" You rush to him, hovering. "Oh my God. Are you okay? Anything hurt?"

"I'm fine." He picks up his head. "I'm… holy shit."

You turn. Eddie is in his desk chair. He's hunched over, wheezing quietly. Around his wrists and chest are thick iron chains. You can see burns where the iron touched his skin. He's paler than usual, alabaster to the point of concern. But the biggest difference is Eddie's eyes. Normally a rich brown, the irises are now a dull red. And they're locked on you.

He looks mortified you're here, though you'd bet good money he isn't as mortified to see you as you are him.

"Eddie, oh my God. What—what are you doing? What happened to your eyes? Are you on drugs?" you blurt, going to your knees in front of the chair. “Steve, call an ambulance.”

"No! Don't touch me! Y/N, please. Both of you. You have to leave."

"I'm not leaving you, not when you're chained up! Who did this? Eddie, what's going on?"

You struggle with the chains; you can hardly believe Eddie managed to heave them over himself. He rolls back before you have a chance to try to free him. He sags against the armrests.

"Leave 'em," he pants.

"They're hurting you! Steve, help me," you beg.

Steve gets closer, then stops.

"Steve, come on," you urge. "He's in pain, what are you…"

Steve looks at you, then at Eddie. Carefully, he steps in front of you.

"Eddie," he begins. "What happened in the Upside Down?"

"I," Eddie chokes. His eyes are glassy. "I was dead. I am dead."

You stand, about to approach. But Steve holds your arm. Wearily, Eddie watches you. He shuts his eyes and opens his mouth. Long white fangs protrude from his top gums. It's a wonder they don't cut into his lip.

"Jesus Christ," breathes Steve.

"Eddie?" you try meekly. "Wh-what…"

"I came back a monster!" he explodes. Steve's grip tightens on your arm. "I have to chain myself down to keep from hurting anybody. I can't eat, can't sleep. Hawkins should hunt me down."

"Don't say that," you say. Your brain is static. "You're not a monster, Eddie. Whatever it is, we can—"

"You need to leave. I can't—"

He crumples with a shout. You jerk forward, slipping out of Steve's grip.

"Eddie! Ed, talk to me. What's wrong? Steve," you urge. "Steve, please help me get these off of him."

"No," Eddie grunts. "Steve, get her out."

"No!" you yell. "I'm not leaving you like this. Tell me what will fix it. What'll make the pain go away?"

"I just have to wait it out," Eddie says, but his eyes are sunken, cheeks gaunt. Monster or not, Eddie is killing himself.

"Not if you're in pain! Is it Vecna? Is he making you do things?"

"No," Eddie sniffles. "No, he's not, and that's the worst part. It's all me. I'm the fuckin' sicko who has to chain himself up so I'll keep everybody safe."

"Safe from what?" Steve demands.

Eddie looks at him, maroon eyes wide. And you know. You both do.

"It's in all the D&D books," Eddie laughs wetly. "Should've seen it coming. Self-fulfilling prophecy, really."

"You… " You swallow. "You can't wait it out forever, Eds," you say. You put a hand on his knee. "You have to eat."

"I can't," he cries. "I tried so many times. But I can't keep anything down. Not even animals. I swear to you."

"I know," you soothe. "I believe you. It's okay."

You bend over him, inspecting the worst of the burns. Steve hovers, still unsure. He winces at the angry red welts criss crossed over Eddie's arms.

"Steve," you say, swallowing hard so you won't tear up in front of Eddie. "Get the first aid kit. It's in the medicine cabinet."

You'd insisted Wayne have one after he'd sliced his finger fixing your car.

"Whoa, hold on. What are you doing, Y/N?" Steve asks.

"We have to tend to the burns. I'll stay with him."

"No," Eddie begs. "I don't trust myself. I don't wanna hurt you, Y/N. I can't. Please don't do this."

"Eds," you hush. "You won't hurt me. It's okay. I'm gonna help you. Steve?"

Steve, after much deliberation, hurries out to get the first aid kit.

"I don't need first aid," Eddie mumbles. "It'll heal as soon as I take 'em off."

"I figured," you say quietly. "Just wanted Steve to take a minute alone. Will you at least let me untie your feet?"

Eddie had bound his feet with heavy duty nylon rope, and they cut into his ankles.

"No," he grits. "I have to protect you guys."

So you crawl next to him instead. You aren't afraid. He's still Eddie.

"How long have you been doing this?" you murmur.

"C-couple months. Ever since I came back. At first I could ignore it but the hunger pangs got stronger."

You make a soft noise, chewing your lip.

"You gotta eat, Eddie. This is killing you."

"Can't kill something that's already dead," he huffs. "Anything's better than hurting people. I'll never eat again if it'll keep people safe."

You put a hand to the side of your neck, feeling your blood pulse through your veins. Eddie looks away, face twisted. Steve returns then, tossing the kit beside you. He goes to his knees next to you on the floor.

"What happened? Y/N?"

"I'm okay," you say. "Eddie's been starving himself since he got back."

Steve's mouth drops in horror.

"That's almost three months. How are you still going?"

Eddie eyes him warily. "I did what I had to. What if I attacked somebody? Couldn't—"

He stops, whimpering in pain. It's getting worse, his hair matted with sweat.

"Steve, get these off him," you order.

"No no, Y/N, you don't understand," Eddie panics shakily. "This is the only thing holding me back."

"You don't have to hold back," you say softly.

"What're you talking about?"

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice measured.

"You don't have to hold back because you'll drink from me."

Eddie throws himself backwards at that, shaking his head.

"Nope, no way. Absolutely not. No way in hell."

"Y/N," Steve starts. "Are you sure…"

"He's sick, Steve!" you burst. "This is the only way to help him. What are we supposed to do? Let him waste away?"

"But what if something happens…"

"Eddie's not some bloodthirsty monster," you snap. "He's starved himself for months and he's still lucid and begging us to leave. He'd die before he asks for help."

Steve's resolve is slipping. Eddie's close to losing consciousness.

"This isn't something a hospital can fix."

Who knows how much longer he can go like this?

"I can't lose him again," you beg. "He's our friend."

Steve sighs, body sagging in defeat.

"Okay, okay. But we need ground rules. If you start feeling dizzy or anything, it stops."

"Deal," you agree.

"I'm serious, Y/N. If anything feels off, you have to say so."

"I will," you insist. "Okay?"

"No, not okay, not okay!" Eddie wails.

"Eddie." You take his hand; it's like ice. "Let me help. I want to do this. You're not hurting me, not forcing me. I promise."

Steve lifts the chains. You help Eddie to the floor. When he doesn’t protest—or, perhaps, is too weak to do so—you scoot closer. He still won’t let you remove the rope, drawing his legs back each time. So you straddle his thighs, hyper aware of not letting all your weight sink onto him.

"Get comfortable," Eddie says when he realizes what you’re doing. "I can take it."

"I don't wanna hurt you, Eds."

“I got you. Can do that, at least.”

His hand fits over the soft curve of your waist. You glance at Steve, who's now on the bed. He gives a single nod, leg jiggling. You turn back, cupping Eddie's shoulder. His eyes are still a cloudy red. They meet your own.

"Are you sure about this?"

You tip your head, presenting your carotid.

"Yeah, Eds. I trust you."

Eddie hums, fingers digging into your plush hip. His eyes dart to Steve, then to your neck. He holds your other side like you’re made of glass.

The first pinch of teeth stings. You focus on not reacting too much because anything amiss will spook Eddie beyond reason. His breath is hot on your skin, and as the first sip of blood coats his tongue, Eddie's grip on you tightens. He groans against your neck, hand slipping down to grab the meat of your thigh. You gasp, body growing slack as he drinks.

"You alright?" Steve asks.

"'M fine," you reply breathily.

The more Eddie drinks, the heavier your eyelids get. The sting turns pleasant after the first pierce of teeth. You feel oddly euphoric, limbs syrupy. Even better, Eddie's strength returns as he feeds. He holds you to his chest and bends his knees.

The rope snaps like dental floss. He grunts, pulling your thigh over his hip. You cling. It’s getting hard to keep your eyes open. You've never felt like this before. Eddie pushes against you, chest heaving as he greedily gulps.

"Eds," you gasp, hyper aware of your pulse.

He seems to be in a trance.

"Shit, okay. That's enough, c'mon," Steve urges.

You’re slow in tapping out, feeling floaty. But as soon as you squeeze Eddie's shoulder, he’s off of you. He gasps like he’s just run a marathon. Drops of your blood smear across his lips. His tongue darts out to catch it all.

Steve supports your weakened body, easing you off Eddie. Your head lolls but you manage a smile, not wanting to worry them.

"Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you?" Eddie asks, honed in on your expression.

"No," you assure. "Feels good."

His brows rise. "It does?"

"Mmhm. Floaty. Like… sleepy but good."

Eddie looks better. Guilty as anything, but you can handle that later. He isn't comatose and that’s all you care about right now.

"Oh, uh," he says, licking his lips. "I’m glad, then. Thank you."

"You can suck me anytime," you grin, which makes him smirk.

Steve helps you onto Eddie's bed, and you roll over to watch him. Eddie’s more alert, not desperate for blood. But he’s drumming his fingers and bouncing his leg, something he does when he’s nervous.

“What’s ‘a matter, Eds?”

“Hmm?”

You nod slightly.

“Why’re you all jittery?”

Eddie immediately stills.

“'M not. I’m okay, really.”

You frown.

"You're still hungry."

Eddie's eyes dart to you, not dull but still nowhere as vibrant as you know they can be.

"You need more," you realize.

Of course he needs more. After three months of starvation, it’s impossible one person would be enough. Especially when he’s not bleeding you dry.

"I'm not drinking anymore from you, Y/N," he tells you. "Absolutely not."

"You have to recover, Eds. How can you heal if you're not properly nourishing your body?"

"I got through it without eating at all. I'll be fine on half a tank. You're staying right there."

Weakly, you push yourself up on your elbows. Steve hurries over, trying to get you to lie back down.

"C'mon, sweetheart, you gotta rest."

"Eddie won't take care 'f himself," you protest. “What if it doesn’t work, Steve?”

"I'm fine!" Eddie insists. "Really, I feel much better."

Steve chews his lip. "Would more blood get you at one hundred percent?"

"Whether it would doesn't matter, Harrington. I'm not taking any more blood from her."

"I know," Steve shrugs. "Take it from me."

"Steve," you whisper. "Don't do it for my sake. I don't wanna push you—"

"You're not. But you're right: he needs to recover. And nothing will do it better than, uh… food."

Steve coaxes you back to bed. Then he goes to the floor and sits back on his haunches. The look he gives Eddie is pure King Steve, a ghost of the past. You know it’s all for Eddie's sake and maybe yours, this shroud of confidence.

"So, Munson? What d'you say?"

Eddie glances at him, shoulders stiff.

"You don't have to do this."

"I've got more blood than her," Steve reasons. "And you need it."

"I don't need it," even though sweat had begun to gather on Eddie's brow. "And I don't wanna force you into anything."

"You're not," Steve says, gentler this time. "C'mon."

"You're sure?"

Steve rests his tongue on his teeth, tilting his head.

"Yeah, I’m sure. Bite me, Munson."

"If I hurt you…" Eddie begins.

"I'll watch him, Eds. Promise," you say. "Go on, drink. It's okay."

Steve doesn’t sit as intimately as you had. But they aren't far from each other: Eddie holds the side of Steve's neck and Steve grips Eddie's forearm in return, their left legs slotted against each other.

Steve's breath hitches at the first bite. You see his grip tighten then relax as Eddie drinks.

"Jesus," Steve gasps. "How is this still not the weirdest thing we've ever done?"

"Nothing beats that Vecna creep," you giggle sleepily.

Steve’s arm starts to wobble from where it supports his other side.

"Feel okay?" you ask.

"Mm," Steve affirms, lids drooping. "Feels kinda nice."

"Tingly, right?"

He laughs. "Yeah. Warm, too. Sh-shit."

His arm buckles. You can't imagine trying to support yourself while Eddie drinks. The bite is meant to incapacitate, presumably. But Eddie's strong. Each time Steve slips a little further, Eddie hoists him back. Both hands now hold Steve's waist.

"Wait, Eddie," Steve slurs, tapping Eddie's side.

Eddie pulls off immediately, wiping the blood with the back of his hand. His eyes are fully crimson now, almost glowing in the dim light.

"You okay? Steve?"

"'M fine, just needa lie down. Don't have the strength."

"Oh," Eddie breathes, expression a little wild. "Okay, shit, uh—here."

And easy as anything, Eddie scoops Steve up into his arms. Steve scrambles for purchase, but you know how boneless he feels.

“Let ‘im carry you, baby,” you say. “He’s got you, ‘s okay.”

Eddie has to do most of the labor. He sets Steve next to you on the bed. You slip your hand in Steve's, drowsily curling into him.

"Y'want more?" Steve asks, open and trusting. "I can take it."

Eddie licks the drops of blood from where his fangs had pierced Steve's neck. Then, without hesitation, he dives back in, less delicate this time. Steve whines, hips canting slightly. You watch on in a doze, pushing Steve's hair away from his face. Your face presses against his neck, which twitches with each gulp of blood Eddie takes. Lazily, you drag your lips up to the shell of Steve's ear. He whimpers, hand slowly finding the back of your head.

"Y/N," he gasps.

"Hmm? Y'okay, Stevie?"

"'S good," he sighs. "F-fuck."

Eddie stops before Steve taps out. He pulls back panting, wiping the corner of his mouth with a knuckle. Steve is sedative. You’re nowhere near alert.

"Fuck," Eddie grunts, chest heaving. "Fuck, fuck. All those books that talk about the blood rush made no sense. Now I get it."

As if on instinct, Eddie curls an arm around each of your waists, hefting you up so he can curl into you. You pat his head blindly. Steve only hums, draped over Eddie's shoulder.

"Feel good, Ed?" you ask.

"So good," Eddie mumbles. "You guys are warm. Been cold these months. Can’t shake it.”

You feel his forehead with the back of your hand. It’s fruitless, logically; Eddie is dead—or, well, undead. His body temperature isn’t going to be like yours.

Eddie chuckles, vibrating your chest.

“Don’t think that’s gonna work, sweets. But the blood made me warmer.”

“Tha's good. Can we eat somethin’?” you ask. “Feel dizzy.”

“Oh, shit,” Eddie hisses. “Shit, shit!”

Steve startles, trying and failing to wake up.

“Wha‘s the matter?” he slurs. “Eddie?”

“You need sugar! I had to retake that bio unit twice! Fuck, fuck. Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you something. Stay there, okay? What am I saying, you have to stay there… Jesus.”

Eddie carefully sets you down and climbs over Steve’s legs to race to the kitchen. You seek out Steve, like a flower to sunlight. He hums as you snuggle into him.

“Weirdest movie night I’ve ever had,” he mumbles.

You smile, kissing his cheek. Steve scrunches his nose happily.

“Are you okay?”

“Mm, yeah. Should recover soon. Feeling a little more clear. ‘M kinda dizzy though.”

“Yeah, we gotta get our blood sugar levels up,” you hum. “I hope Eddie knows leftover lasagna isn’t sugar-rich.”

“Got it!” you hear Eddie call back.

“Hm. Super vampire hearing. Dope,” Steve says.

“It is!” Eddie replies.

“Stop eavesdropping!” you giggle.

“Can’t help it!”

Eddie’s back in what feels like a minute. He sets down uneven chunks of sliced apples and a sleeve of Chips Ahoy, as well as two glasses of orange juice. Steve starts to try and sit up. Eddie’s quick to help you both up, stuffing pillows behind you.

“I’ll make it more comfy, I promise,” he says, frowning at the way Steve’s head lolls.

“‘S okay, Eds,” you yawn. “Next time.”

Eddie pauses briefly, then takes a cookie, putting it to your lips. You take it happily, chewing slowly. He brings a slice of apple to Steve, who frowns.

“I can do it, y’don’t—”

“The blood loss hit you harder, big guy. C’mon, take a little,” Eddie coaxes.

Steve pouts for another moment, but eventually opens his mouth, eyes droopy. Eddie beams.

“Good. You’re both so good, know that?”

Eddie brushes a crumb from your mouth.

“So are you, Eds,” you say. “And no more starving yourself, okay? I mean it.”

He nods, looking properly chastened.

“‘Kay. I won’t. But I dunno where I’m gonna get blood. I suppose I could try animals, but…”

“Hellooo?” Steve huffs, rolling his eyes. “We’re right here, man.”

Eddie blinks.

“What—”

“Did you think this was a one time thing?” you ask.

“You guys can’t do this every time,” Eddie scoffs.

“Why not?”

Steve reaches for the juice. Eddie takes it and holds it to Steve's lips before he can. You smile, heart swelling with fondness.

“There’s two of us,” Steve continues, wiping his mouth with his hand. “It makes sense.”

“Steve, you can’t be serious—”

“The hell I’m not, Eddie. We’re not letting you get sick like that again. Now shut up and let us take care of you.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and feeds Steve another bite of apple.

“Don’t remember you being this bossy, Harrington.”

“Well, that was before earthquakes and vampires, Munson. Tell ‘em, honey.”

“Yeah, Eds,” you say softly. “We’re here.”

“Oh.” He swallows hard. “Fuck. I didn’t—you guys really…?”

You open your arms. Eddie falls into your embrace. You kiss his hair.

“We missed you,” you say.

“Missed you too,” he whispers. “So much. ‘M sorry I kept disappearing. Was just scared.”

“We’ve got you,” Steve soothes. “No more doing this alone.”

Eddie sniffs, wiping his nose.

“Shit, guys. ‘M supposed to be this badass vampire. You’re cramping my style.”

“Your secret’s safe with us,” you laugh, patting his shoulder.

“Can big, bad vamps still watch Halloween movies?” Steve asks. “Is that in the handbook?”

“'Course, baby.” Eddie leans in close, fanged grin on display.

“And don’t worry. I’ll protect ya from the monsters.”

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bennibabie · 6 months ago

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my favorite fucking trope is chubby!reader living your life completely oblivious to the fact that the literal man of your dreams is in love with you and you're none the wiser.

like - you just traipse through life like "well he wouldn't like me back so it's wtv" all nonchalant and shit while the poor man is literally falling over himself trying to get it through your head that HEYYY that's not right??? i'm literally in love with you??? i worship the ground you walk on???? i'll do whatever you want????

and bless your heart, you see every single time he tries to hit on you as an act of kindness:

"awww, he got me (insert fav food here) cus i said i was hungry, what a nice guy!"

"he complimented my outfit! he must've liked the color of my shirt!"

"wow, he seems to be zoning out a lot, i hope he's okay!" (he's been staring at your lips for the past five minutes)

and he just... doesn't know what to do to make you see what he sees.

like you're so gorgeous and funny and why wouldn't he like you??

he's convinced that if he were to stand in front of you and tell you he loves you, you'd be like, "I love you too! you're such a good friend!"

(which has happened before and a little part of him died inside)

it literally takes him everything in his power to make you realize his feelings, and you just stand there for a moment, seemingly connecting the dots over the past few months, and all you can come up with is a small, dumb, "oh."

lord give him the strength.

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bennibabie · 10 months ago

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HELP ME FIND A FIC

There was this Stucky fic I’ve been looking for forever and I can’t find it so I am now desperate for help.

The fic was a virgin reader gets cheated on by her boyfriend, so she goes to her best friends’ house, Steve and Bucky (who are husbands). They are really sweet about it and make her feel better, but when Steve leaves the room, Bucky starts feeling up the reader and fingers her and she freaks out cuz he’s married but is so desperate for pleasure she doesn’t stop him. he keeps doing it and at one point she asks him why he’s doing it and he says “because I can”. They basically coerce her into staying the night in their bed and Bucky literally falls asleep with his fingers inside her and then Steve kisses her and she freaks out again.

PRETTY PLEASE HELP

#bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader #stucky x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader #stucky smut #fic finder #find a fic #please help #bucky x reader #steve x reader #stucky #fic rec

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bennibabie · 1 year ago

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bennibabie · 2 years ago

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only reblogging so i get some new recommendations cuz same fr lol

Mmm I absolutely stucky x reader fics, esp the ones where they’d been together back in the 40s too. Pls send your faves ☺️

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bennibabie · 2 years ago

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The Household’s Bunny

Note: This will be a series of unnumbered chapters, drabbles and texts as opposed to a formal written series. Yes, the premise is loosely inspired by Brother’s Conflict, so I will be tagging it as pseudo- brothers, just in case, although none of them consider each other family, because the boys were adopted later in their childhood so they never really felt that familial bond and often refer to each other as friends, so I’m still up in the air on if they will get romantically involved with each other. The fics are more or less in order starting from the top and going down, concurrent with the texts. There will eventually be a lot of sexual content in this, so I stress again, no minors here or on my page thank you!!

Banner by: @rapline-heaux 💗

Summary: You were a cam girl and OnlyFans creator all the while you were a senior in college. A series of events leads you to be living with seven men under the same roof of one renovated motel. Entering the life of rich, and touch starved, men as a less than rich, but similarly touch starved, woman is bound to hold some shenanigans

Pairing: Soft Yandere! OT7 x Chubby! Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, hurt-comfort at times, softish yandere, kinda a crack fic at times, part smau, part written

Warnings: 18+! fem and fem-bodied reader, unhealthy relationships (i mean, it’s a yandere, albeit soft-ish but still a yandere, fic), subject to change warnings include.. smut, cam girl, pseduo-brothers(see note above), kinda a crack fic, online sex work, camming, sex toys, onlyfans, yandere behavior but the boys are all dummies kinda- at least at first-, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, specialized warnings for each drabble will be on the specific post

Updated: August 18, 2023 (drabble)

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bennibabie · 2 years ago

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me, a supposed writer, when i can’t find the very specific scenario i made up in my head in any fanfic: am i- am i supposed to write it myself??

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bennibabie · 2 years ago

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Your kiss is burning to my skin — S. Rogers and B. Barnes.

masterlist // main masterlist

summary: steve and bucky break up with you to focus on their relationship. at first, you took the breakup hard. then you took it worse.

pairings: steve x reader x bucky, stucky x reader.

warnings: angst, language, mentions of violence, poly, smut, hydra.

chapter one

the moment where your world crumbled

chapter two

coping mechanisms are a bitch; so are you.

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bennibabie · 3 years ago

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Do not use Discord to seek an abortion. Discord willingly hands out user data to the cops.

Use Signal to communicate for seeking an abortion, they use double ended encryption

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bennibabie · 3 years ago

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🦔

This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

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bennibabie · 3 years ago

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As much as I absolutely love this (and I do) im a little worried about having to choose between my two loves. Steve is not allowed to be a villain because my poor heart (and other areas) will be broken. With that being said, absolutely amazing work, star!

Nothing like seeing an angry possessive beefy Bucky 🤤

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Canon-level violence, kidnapping, nongraphic death of a minor character, implied threats of violence, mentions of blood/guns, smut. Minors DNI

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: Written on my phone. Early sinday drabble. Beta'd by the wonderful @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

“I would let me go if I were you,” you sing out with a smile, tapping your fingers on the sides of the chair, your movements limited by the rope around your arms.

Franklin doesn’t spare you a glance. His attention is focused on the thin metal door separating the two of you from him.

From James.

Too bad there’s nothing that can keep your mobster from you.

Not a rival gang who snatched you off the street an hour ago and definitely not one measly door guarded by nine men. A dull thud resounds, a wet gurgling moan filtering under the door. Eight men.

Glass shatters followed by rapid gunfire, the unnerving sounds of muffled screaming startle Franklin, his hands begin to tremble as he paces in front of the door. Exhilaration and something far more raw, heady, and feral flares like a flame, searing through your veins.

Grinning at him, you try again.

“At least run, save yourself,” you offer, blatant amusement lacing your tone. “Because if he finds you. In here. With me...” You trail off when Franklin’s eyes widen, a low, fearful groan escaping through his gritted teeth.

You scoff under your breath, only ten minutes ago, he was threatening to do all these horrible things to you but now he wants to be scared.

More gunfire erupts, the screams seem to crescendo. You revel in it. He’s so close. Moments pass and then you hear your name called out above the fray, the familiar sound of Bucky’s voice rolls down your back like ice making you shiver.

“What exactly do you think he’s going to do to you? Just imagine it, Frankie.”

Your question hangs in the air. He doesn’t answer, then again what he can say. You both know what’s going to happen, the inevitably of his impending destruction winds around his chest, squeezing the air from his lungs.

Franklin paces faster, his eyes flitting from the rusty door to you, his breathing becomes more frenzied with every step, you raise a brow, cringing when he hits his temple with his palm. “Shut up, shut the fuck,” he shouts.

“Okay,” you laugh. “I was just trying to be helpful.” Tilting your head, your brows furrow in concentration.

It’s quiet now. Wait. Almost too quiet.

The slow, steady, heavy footsteps getting closer and closer break the silence permeating the air. The feeling of sheer, unadulterated satisfaction billows in your chest.

“Oh god,” he mumbles, he turns to you. “Shit, what do I do?”

“I gave you two good options.” You purse your lips, nearly rolling your eyes. “You had your chance.”

The footsteps stop right outside the door. A loud knock rattles the door. Once. Twice.

You perk up, beaming, even though he can’t see you. “Hi, Bucky. I missed you.”

“Hold on, Mylashka.” His gravelly baritone voice sets you and Franklin on edge, but for vastly different reasons.

Franklin’s mouth opens, but that comes out but a low whine that almost makes you laugh. Grabbing the edges of your chair, you scoot backward, the metal grating across the floor.

The door bursts open, the hinges cracking in two from the force of his boot. Franklin freezes at the sight of Bucky. Even you’re stunned. You’ve seen your man when he’s been angry before.

But this. Oh, this is almost indescribable.

He’s...unhinged, volatile, and utterly ferocious. It’s a good look on him, the longer you stare, the wetter you get.

Blood is splattered across his black suit, his long hair swaying across his forehead as he stares at you with his piercing blue eyes. The emotions crossing his face — a dizzying combination of rage, relief, love has heat pooling in your core. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you, raising his gun in his vibranium hand, Bucky aims at your captor.

He doesn’t move, his finger on the trigger, blue eyes on you, gauging your reaction and you realize that he’s waiting for your permission. A smile flits across your face and you nod. Franklin doesn’t have time to beg for mercy before he’s falling to the ground in a crumpled heap.

“Oh my sweet Mylashka,” he whispers softly, holstering his gun. Sprinting towards you, he kneels between your legs, his large hands cradle your face. You love how those rough, calloused hands that can rip a man apart always touch you with a delicate reverence.

“Are you hurt?” Bucky swears if you say yes, he’s going to find a way to bring every last one of those bastards back from the dead so he can make them suffer.

“No, no, I’m fine,” you sigh, rubbing your cheek on his palm.

Bucky quickly unties you, helping you to stand up, he keeps running his hands over you, checking you for injuries despite your repeated insistence that you’re okay. “I know, I know,” he murmurs even as he slid his fingers back over your wrists, his eyes searching your skin for even a hint of a bruise.

When he checks you for the fifth time, you grab the back of his head and pull him down for a passionate kiss. A moan slips through his lips and he melts into your touch. “Bucky, I swear I’m fine,” you promise, breaking away.

“I know,” he repeats, his baleful expression saying otherwise.

You grab him by his belt and walk backward until you bump into the wall. “Liar,” you laugh, “Guess I’ll have to show you.”

You have his pants halfway off before he seems to realize what you’re doing. “Mylashka,” he starts, he never finishes that sentence because you choose that moment to wrap your hand around his cock and he loses any remaining control. “Fuck I missed you,” he breathes out.

Bucky shoves your panties down with your pants, bringing one leg around his waist. Bucky watches you line him up with your soaked pussy and his knees almost buckle from the feel of you, so soft and warm and wet for him.

He channels every ounce of the overwhelming fear that he wouldn’t find you, the worry that’s been crushing his heart, into that first stroke. And you sob. Bucky makes sure you feel everything as you let him in, let him stretch you, let him claim you. And when he bottoms out, he groans under his breath, relishing the way you're wrapped tight around him—he can breathe again.

Placing one hand on the wall, he grabs your waist with his vibranium hand to keep you steady. He eases out, staring down at his cock before his gaze flicks back to your face and he slams into you. “Bucky,” you wail, grabbing his broad shoulders for support, a strangled cry crawls up your throat.

Each thrust matches the dark, frenetic intensity in his darkening eyes. He doesn’t say anything, but the way he’s gasping your name is enough for you. Pleasure spirals through you, winding the coil until you feel nothing but rich, potent sensations washing over you. Your climax hits you suddenly, faster than you wanted but the release is everything you needed, flooding your veins with a cathartic relief that leaves you thrumming with bliss.

Bucky follows soon after, unable to hold back when you clench down around his throbbing cock. “That’s not how I planned our reunion,” he mutters, reluctantly slipping out of your spasming pussy.

You laugh, watching as he fixes your clothing. “Yeah, I didn’t think about walking out of here with your cum running down my thigh, either.”

Bucky wipes his hand down his face, grumbling, “Mylashka, don’t say shit like that to me or I’m going to have to fuck it back into you.”

“Promise?”

Bucky smiles down at you, gripping your chin between his fingers. “Let’s go home so I can really show you how much I missed you.”

He guides you out of the room, down a few long long hallways, shielding your eyes from the carnage staining the floors. Soon you’re standing under the blistering sun, breathing in the fresh air. His men pack into the empty lot, awaiting Bucky’s instruction. You hope they didn’t hear the way Bucky had you screaming for him; you gaze at the familiar faces, acknowledging each one with a grateful smile.

Then you see him and you realize the extent of what Bucky did to get you back.

“Steve,” you gasp quietly, gazing across the space at your ex.

The blonde mobster is standing in front of his car, wiping blood off his hands with a towel. A wistful grin tugs at his pink lips, his warm gaze drifting across you, assessing you for any visible injuries.

Even after your breakup, Steve promised to be there for you, no matter what.

“Good to see you again, Mo Chridhe.” His smile gives way to a scowl as he shifts his attention to Bucky, giving him a stern nod. “Keep her safe because if this happens again, I'll be the one taking her home.”

“I would burn down this entire city before I’d let that happen.” Bucky tightens his hold around your waist, keeping eye contact with his rival, he places a possessive kiss on the top of your head.

Tension thickens the air, becoming palpable as they stare each other down. Just as you’re about to say something, Steve puts his hands up in a disarming manner, laughing, “of course, you will.”

He gestures for his men to leave. Opening his car door, Steve looks at you. “And remember, you can always come home.”

“She has a home." Bucky states, glaring at Steve before his lips drop to your ear, “I will never let anyone touch you again, my sweet Mylashka, I promise you that no will ever even think about harming you. And you don’t have to worry about anything because you’re not leaving my bed for a long time.”

Waiting until Steve and his men are gone, Bucky assists you to his car and helps you inside. As he's heading to his side, Sam, one of his most trusted friends, steps in front of him, holding something in his hand. "You need to see this."

****

Settling in his seat, Steve orders his driver to take off. He closes his eyes, blowing out a frustrated groan.

"Goddamn," he shouts through gritted teeth, taking a deep breath, he wills himself to control the torrent of rage pulsing through him.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he dials a number he memorized years ago.

“Franklin got greedy and double-crossed me. Call in Nick.” He takes your photo out of his pocket, rubbing his thumb over your smiling face. “No, it has to be tonight. She’s not safe with him.”

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