#also Steve’s turning 18 that's totally different from 20

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Did it only just occur to me that this is the second fic where I'm having them meet on Steve’s birthday? Yup.

Am I gonna change it? Hell, no!

[dual1pa]

swim party

warnings: smut, no use of y/n, partying, language, underage alcohol consumption, smoking (all characters aged up to 20). 

18+ ONLY Y’ALL

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“He likes you, I swear on my own mother’s grave! He told me and Nancy the other day!,” Robin said, pouring you a cup of beer from the keg. 

You just arrived to Steve Harrington’s infamous summer break party — it was always a scene due to someone being too drunk and doing something stupid — either the cops or an ambulance is called. 

Steve promised that this party would be “different” and nothing like that would happen — but you didn’t believe him as he says that every year. 

Your best friend, Robin, was in the middle of telling you how your other best friend, Eddie Munson, is “super in love” with you. Okay sure, you yourself have feelings for the incredibly handsome fella, but you were positive he only saw you as a friend as you never really noticed any signs. 

You took a swig of your beer — which was unbelievably gross to say the least — and slammed the red solo cup on the counter when you finished it. 

You were hesitant, “I don’t know Robs.”  

“Look, just try to be a little touchy feely with him tonight. He’s around here somewhere,” Robin looked around to see if she could find him but no such luck. 

Were you really going to worth the risk of possibly making Eddie and your friendship totally awkward if he didn’t feel the same way. 

“Well, if I’m going to do that, I’m gonna need a bit more to drink.” 

“YES,” Robin exclaimed, pouring you another beer, “Go get him, girl.” 

You were happy that you listened to the little voice in your head telling you to wear shorter shorts and a t-shirt to the party. Also, you had a skimpy two piece bathing suit underneath. 

Typically, Steve’s parties die down rather quickly where it’s just your typical friend group: Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie are smoking and swimming in the pool. 

Once you had a few more drinks in you, you weren’t too drunk to the point of totally embarrassing yourself, but just enough to one, be aware of your surroundings and two, make a move on Eddie. 

You swerved through the many people in the living room dancing to whatever pop song was playing through the speaker. There were a few couples making out in the corners of the room and on the couch, other’s chugged their drinks and creating drunk conversations about who knows what. 

The more you thought about a possible relationship with Eddie, the more you fell in love with the idea. You trusted Eddie with your whole heart and you could totally see a future with him. 

There he was — only because you heard his voice outside. 

He was with his friends playing a round of beer pong. 

In your first attempt, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind to surprise him. 

It was like he instantly knew it was you.

He tried his best to turn his upper body to move you to the front of him for a proper hug. 

“There’s my girl! Finally, you’ve arrived,” My girl.

He was drunk, of course as you could smell the beer scent on his breath. 

“Only for you Eddie.” 

All you wanted to do was lean up and kiss him, you were in his arms and at the perfect angle to just reach his lips — but you stopped yourself. 

“I’m almost finished with this game after I kick these guys’ asses, then I’m all yours,” he smiled. 

On the other hand, his friends booed him as it would be his last game. 

“Shut up all of you. She is more important,” he aimed the ping pong ball at one of the cups and made it in. 

“Huh, seems as if you’re my good luck charm, gotta keep you around every time I play this game - or any game really,” he laughed. 

“Aww, I’m your little good luck charm, that’s so cute,” you replied. 

“Can y’all just go have sex already? There’s so much sexual tension here I can cut it with a knife,” Eddie’s friend, Ronnie, admitted. 

“Hey, sometimes you just shouldn’t talk, K?” Eddie said in a joking voice, “Don’t listen to him,” Eddie told you. 

In your mind, you wouldn’t mind doing... anything with Eddie.

- 

The rest of the night, you did your best to be more “touchy feely” with Eddie, dancing super close to him, always touching his arm, but you weren’t sure if he was catching on. 

You felt as if you gave him many clues to just kiss you already, but he wasn’t taking the hint. Either he’s honestly not thinking about it or he just sees you as a friend. 

As the party died down, Eddie and you met your friends out by the pool. Nancy and Robin were hanging out in the water while Steve smoked a cigarette on the pool chair. 

Eddie went to grab one from him and sat down next to him, he ever rarely swam. 

You weren’t missing out on getting some pool time in. You turned around to look at him to be sure he was looking at you before you grabbed the hem of your shirt and took it off your body. Next, it was your pants. You shimmied off your shorts and dove into the water. 

It was freezing. 

You shivered as you swam over to the other side of the pool where Nancy and Robin were having a conversation. 

“Hey, how’s it going with operation ‘get Eddie to fall in love with you’?,” Robin asked. 

“Terrible,” you sighed, “Guys, I think he only wants to be friends. I have him several chances to make a move and he just... hasn’t.” 

Robin looked at Nancy, they had an idea that you were unsure of. 

“Why don’t you two have some time out here alone then? I’ll grab Steve and make Eddie stay out here with you so you know... you don’t drown or anything,” Nancy said. 

You nodded and watched them swim to the other side of the pool and hop out, grabbing Steve and heading inside. 

Eddie watched them leave, but ultimately chose to stay outside with you. 

You swam to the middle of the pool and kept your eyes on him. 

“That was so weird that they left us out here like two minutes after we just got out here,” Eddie chuckled, watching you swim around. 

You shrugged your shoulders, “Maybe they all got cold.” 

“It’s like 85 degrees out at 1am!” 

“Well if you think it’s so hot, why don’t you come in and swim with me,” you asked. 

“I’m not the type of guy to go swimming, you know that.” 

“I know it’s just... I’m kinda lonely in here.” 

“Then get out and come sit up here with me.” 

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come in?” 

An idea popped into your head, it was a bit forward, but you had nothing else left to try. 

You pulled your bathing suit top strings apart, leaving you topless in the pool and threw it at Eddie and he caught it right away. 

“Do you wanna come in now?” 

He instantly got up from the chair and threw off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. 

You giggled as he splashed you from the cannonball he did. He swam up to you and took you into his arms. 

You instantly wrapped your legs around his him. 

He looked down at your breasts with wide eyes. 

“Can you kiss me already?,” you asked, but begging inside your head. 

He looked at you, then at your aching lips and leaned in. 

He tasted better than you thought and he was a marvelous kisser, my God, what have you been missing? 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip desperately wanting to stick it in your mouth. 

You opened it a bit more and felt his tongue exploring your mouth. 

Moments later, he detached his lips from yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since... forever.” 

“Well, god damnit, you should have done it sooner,” you laughed. 

Eddie backed you up to the wall of the pool while kissing your neck. My God, it felt so good, you knew that boy would be a good kisser. In the water, you tried your best to grind up against his groin, but it was a bit tough. 

Once you opened your eyes, you spotted your friends in the window cheering you on and making obscene gestures. You shooed them away and let out a squeal once Eddie bit down on your neck. 

You leaned your head to the left more to give him more space to attack your neck with kisses and hickeys — something you would definitely need to cover up with foundation in the morning. 

As much as you had fun humping your best friend, you were in need of more. You needed to feel him skin to skin.

“Can we take this somewhere private,” you reached for his cheeks for him to look at you. 

“I thought you’d never ask. Can’t fuck you in a pool now can I?” 

Your eyebrows widened, “I mean you could but that be kinda gross since it is King Steve’s,” you joked. 

He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the pool. You quickly grabbed your bathing suit top and asked Eddie to tie it in the back for you. 

He wrapped a towel around his lower half so his friends wouldn’t see the aching boner he had. 

The cool air hit you as you opened the patio door. Steve, Robin and Nancy were all hanging out watching a horror movie. In unison, they all turned to you, who was sort of hiding behind Eddie. 

“Mind if we use your guest bedroom tonight?” 

“Go right ahead,” Steve said, “Just wash the sheets tomorrow!” 

You followed Eddie up the stairs, memorizing every birth mark and mole on his back. God, he was perfect. 

He opened the door to the guest room and shut it behind you. Before another thought could enter your mind, he pressed you up against the door, giving you passionate kisses on your lips. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist then moving them down to grab the flesh of your ass, patting slightly, encouraging you to jump and straddle his hips. 

He carried you over to the bed and plopped you down on the soft grey duvet. He laid down between your legs and continued his assault on your neck.

You were very vocal when it came to sex — whenever you had it — because you loved letting your partner know that what they were doing felt good. 

You ripped the beach towel he had on and shimmied his swim trunks down so his cock sprang free against your stomach. 

Instantly, you put your hand around his shaft and began teasing him but moving your hand up and down.

“Oh god, baby, yes,” he said into your neck, “Always been thinking how your hand would feel around my dick. Just as I imagined — perfect.” 

You quickly reached your hand up to spit into it to use as lubricant. Once he (and you) were ready, you moved your swim bottoms to the side and gently guided him into you. 

At first, it stung like a bitch. It’s been a while since you last hooked up with someone so you were a bit tight — didn’t seem to bother Eddie as he was a moaning mess as he brought his lips back to yours. 

He followed your moves as he continued to plunge inside you. You took it easy as Eddie had a big cock, but once he was fully in and you adjusted to his size, you begged for movement. 

He leaned on his forearm to take a good look at his cock disappearing inside you, only making him closer and closer to his climax. 

You opened your mouth to let out a moan as the two of you looked at each other while he fucked you. 

Every second, the tip of his cock hit that certain sweet spot only guiding you more and more to your own orgasm. 

“Yes, Eddie. Deeper,” you breathed, gripping tightly on his semi-wet hair. 

You moved your hands down to his bare ass to feel the movements of his thrusts. 

Each time his tip would reach your cervix, you saw stars. Oh my god it was like heaven. 

His hand snaked down your center to toy with your clit aiming to make you come before him — and it worked. 

Your legs squeezed tightly around his hips as you let the sensation of your pleasure take over your body. 

Curse words and moans left your mouth as he took himself out to unload himself over your stomach. 

Once he was finished, he collapsed on the bed next to you. Your immediate reaction was to cuddle up to his warmth, tangling your legs together. His finger traced lightly on your shoulder. 

You looked up at your best friend to his eyes already on you. He gave you a light smile as the sex tired him out. 

“Can we finally get together now?” 

“I’m all yours, babe.” 

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Eddie Munson Masterlist ♥️

This is a masterlist dedicated to things I've written about Eddie Munson.

Check out my Prompt List and my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned for more info on who I write for and some inspiration for requests.

Waiting on You: 

Summary/Request: “EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF EDDIE MUNSON FLUFF”

Big Deal:

 Summary/Request: “Eddie Munson using toys on the reader or vice versa pleaseeee I’m a feen for him 😶”

Betrayed: 

Summary/Request: “16. 'I won’t bite. Unless you’re into that sort of thing.’ With Eddie ♥️”

Unfair: 

Summary/Request: “We saw the handcuffs in Eddie’s room….make it happen. Doesn’t even need to be super smutty 😈”

Braids: 

Summary/Request: “Please Eddie Munson and reader fluff, fluff and more fluff!!!”

Obsessed With It All: 

Summary/Request: “Hi, something spicy with Eddie and the prompt : 15. 'How does that feel?’ 😝”

Jeckel and Hyde: 

Summary/Request: “eddie and Dustin’s sister with a jackie and hyde kind of vibes? maybe dustin finds out and is shocked?”

Overprotective:

Summary/Request: "Hi! Could i request prompt 2, 3 and 15 with trope 15 for Eddie Munson (stranger things)?"

Make Me Melt:

Summary/Request: "Hey, i was wondering if you could make a Eddie Munson & a plus-size girl or reader ? Write everything you want, with smut or not :)"

Piss Off Your Parents:

Summary/Request: "Fic about Eddie with inspo from the song 18 by Anarbor 😉"

Henderson:

Summary/Request: "eddie and henderson!reader absolutely tormenting dustin with their relationship, maybe throw steve in just perplexed by the relationship?"

S&M Freakshow:

Summary/Request: "Prompts 13 and 24 with Eddie."

Lucky Guy:

Summary/Request: "Taking bestfriend!eddie shopping and you end up fucking in a dressing room"

Smoke Sesh:

Summary/Request: "Eddie having a smoke sesh (preferably weed) with the reader when they are supposed to be “studying” ?"

Separation Anxiety:

Summary/Request: "Eddie getting super attached and clingy with reader during and following everything that happened with vecna?"

Fighting For Your Hand: Part 2

Summary/Request: "Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson fighting for the readers attention and love, possibly with two different endings for each?"

Let It Slip:

Summary/Request: "steve and dustin accidentally letting it slip that reader is into eddie? reader maybe also wanting to kill the two of them?"

Flowers:

Summary/Request: "eddie munson comforting the reader when they’re having a bad day?"

Jealousy:

Summary/Request: "Can you do 10 from the tropes with a 19 from the qoutes for Eddie please ❣️"

Lying:

Summary/Request: "Hiya bestie, hope your doing well and staying hydrated! My current daydream is a lovely mix of 17. Miscommunication and reader telling Daryl D or Eddie M they are pregnant (angst/comfort vibe) Totally understand of you don't wanna."

Haircut:

Summary/Request: "Eddie getting his hair cut short like Josephs hair in Make Up,"

More Than That: Part 2

Summary/Request: "Eddie cumming too quick?"

Insufferable:

Summary/Request: "shower s3x with eddie please! :)"

Just Friends:

Summary/Request: "eddie munson blurb with prompt 20, and trope 6?"

Storyteller Part 2

Summary/Request: "Hiii, how are u? Hope you are doing well! I was wondering if you would like to write an imagine where Eddie is doing a dirty talk with the reader. Thank u <3"

Off Limits:

Summary/Request: "steve walking in on sister!reader and eddie doing the nasty👀"

Drunk In Love:

Summary/Request: "heyy, how are you? can i ask a fic with eddie where yn goes to a party without him, cause its not really his scene (his words) and when its over yn just misses him sm and cant wait to be wrapped around his arms🥰"

Fidgety:

Summary/Request: "So this is an odd request, but could you do Eddie where the reader picks at the skin, or bites their nails, and Eddie goes on a rant about DnD to distract them? It's just an idea I've had and your writing is amazing, so I was wondering how it would turn out!"

Case In Point:

Summary/Request: "reader finds out that eddie sells drugs and he gets scared cause he thinks that they’re gonna dump him"

Giraffe:

Summary/Request: "5’0 y/n next to 5’11 Eddie- like the height difference 😫"

Hurt:

Summary/Request: "can you do a Eddie Munson x Reader where the reader gets a sprained wrist and he helps her."

Panicked:

Summary/Request: "eddie calming down the reader when they’re having a panic attack? or just calming them down when they get frustrated of some sort."

Faithful Follower:

Summary/Request: "Second, can I request a story where Eddie says “sweetheart, In my mind we’ve already fucked”?"

Confession:

Summary/Request: "reader and eddie where one if them yells "because I'm in love with you!" possibly while fighting or someone is going to do something dangerous?"

Pause The Campaign:

Summary/Request: "eddie munson x reader , both stay after school for their club (you can pick the reader’s club🤭) reader has a panic attack during their club so they go to the room the hellfire club is having their campaign and eddie pauses everything immediately to make sure reader is okay"

Submission:

Summary/Request: "Please you’re my only hope 😂😂 I’ve seen like ZERO sub Eddie fics and I have a deep need for some sub Eddie smut ❤️❤️"

Bad Guy:

Summary/Request: "Can I request Eddie Munson with the prompt 'Just cuz I'm the bad guy doesn't mean I'm a bad guy.' also I love ur work sm!!"

Infected:

Summary/Request: "Could you maybe do an Eddie fic where he takes care of the reader when they are feeling horrible? No specifics needed if you’re not up for that!❤️"

Dirty Mind:

Summary/Request: "could you do a eddie x reader fic where the hellfire club make a lot of dirty jokes abt their relationship, but the reader is more book smart than social, therefore having to ask eddie what certain terms mean? ik this is probably weird, but this literally happens to me on a daily 💀😭"

Little Alien:

Summary/Request: "Teen dad eddie??"

Lived:

Summary/Request: "Something soft w Eddie but like he survives the upside down! Like just almost comforting reader that he’s not going anywhere."

Business and Pleasure:

Summary/Request: "can you do eddie munson x reader with prompt 21?"

Silly Idiot:

Summary/Request: "I was wondering if you could write something fluff for Eddie Munson where he says that he loves you for the first time? I just think it would be adorable 🥺"

Best Bed-and-Breakfast:

Summary/Request: "can i request reader having family problems and her mom does something that makes her very upset so she goes to eddie for comfort?"

Teenagers Scare The Living Shit Out Of Me:

Summary/Request: "eddie being a dad with a teenage girl? I wanna see how you would portray his reactions LMAOO"

Chivalry Isn’t Dead:

Summary/Request: "Can I please get prompt #25 and trope #1 with Eddie"

Doped Up and Sore:

Summary/Request: "Hi lovie :,) was wondering if you could write eddie helping reader after knee surgery as I’m preparing for mine next week. If not that’s okay! Love you 🫶🏽🦋"

Superpowers:

Summary/Request: "eddie fic where reader is like eleven (they escaped together, are close like sisters, but reader stayed in hawkins.) And something happens where reader uses her telekinesis to save eddie"

Secret guy:

Summary/Request: "Hi! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3. So I was thinking about a story where Gareth has a crush on y/n who is secretly dating Eddie. And when eddie discovers this crush on y/n he is suuuper jealous.

Type 1:

Summary/Request: "can you write headcanons about a type 1 diabetic reader and eddie munson?

Dirty Mind:

Summary/Request: "So, I was thinking about an Eddie x reader story where Eddie admits that he had a dirty dream about the reader and she says “I'm gonna do the type of things that happen in your dreams.“

 Tipsy Giggles:

Summary/Request: "Eddie x reader coming home after their wedding reception, he is trying to carry her in but they are both too tipsy and laughing too hard

Rockstar:

Summary/Request: "Rockstar!Eddie x reader. Either we are already dating him or we catch his eye at a show. I just think he deserves to be a famous, successful rockstar and we deserve to date a famous, successful rockstar 🎸"

Thick:

Summary/Request: "could you write something about eddie x reader who has thick thighs?? love ur writing sm i hope you’re doing well!<3"

Birthday:

Summary/Request: "Can I please please please have a very fluffy Eddie like something about reader birthday, bc tomorrow is mine and I hate it so I'm just want some comfort, if not is totally okay no worries. 💕"

A Breather:

Summary/Request: "write a fic where eddie helps the reader during a panic attack?"

Back With The Bats:

Summary/Request: "prompt: "Good girl, that's it." and "Eyes on me.'"

Lying?:

Summary/Request: "Can u do a smut with Eddie? And for the prompts can u do “Did I stutter” and “why are you such a tease” and for the situation can u do friends with benefits? "

Silent:

Summary/Request: "eddie giving you silent treatment as punishment?"

Metalhead:

Summary/Request: "Eddie being the metalhead he is, was being very critical of your pop music at first, but gets slowly charmed by it as he sees you singing along to it & it makes his heart melt :)"

Misery Business:

Summary/Request: "So say Eddie and Chrissy were together and the reader was just Eddie's friend and then chrissy cheated on him with Jason? And Eddie finally saw the reader and felt all the feels!"

Messing Around:

Summary/Request: "Hey! Could you write something with prompts 17. “How could you let them say that about me?” and 15.“I guess I didn’t realize I was such a nuisance.” with Eddie. Maybe hellfire club members were being mean to reader and she gets upset. Thank you!"

In One Piece:

Summary/Request: "Could you do prompts 8."hey if you cry, ill cry and that won't be fun for anyone" and 10." Hey I'm not going anywhere" with Eddie please."

My Knight:

Summary/Request: "Can you pretty please write an Eddie Munson Fluff Princess/Knight (Protector) AU with the quote: "I'll always keep you safe." ???"

Family Dynamic:

Summary/Request: "How about this: Eddie and Reader have been dating for a while now, and he is really apprehensive about meeting the parents."

S&M:

Summary/Request: "“Did I just say that out loud?” some fluffy Eddie please 🥺"

Groupie:

Summary/Request: "Rockstar!Eddie x reader?"

Little Old Me:

Summary/Request: "hello my love!! can i submit a request please? numbers 16 and 21 for jimmy darling please (and if you aren’t feeling jimmy, could you write it for eddie or negan?)"

Bad Guy:

Summary/Request: "Eddie Munson and 'Just cuz I’m the bad guy doesn’t mean I’m a bad guy.’"

Both:

Summary/Request: "Maybe a cute simple request would be coming home to Eddie after a long day and kinda just collapsing on the couch and he's sweet to you and babies you a little."

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[geekfanficwriter]

Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson Part 17/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 3.2k Warnings: angst

Part 16 Part 18

Masterlist

Author’s Note: Should I be doing uni work? Yes. Am I writing fanfics instead? Yes.

23rd March 1986

You heard the noise of a car pulling up outside and you immediately ducked down behind the sofa, making sure to stay hidden. You slowly approached the window and peeked out seeing Dustin, Robin, Steve and Max with various bags of food in their hands. You immediately relax and stand up, heading out of the house. All four of them immediately turn round, jumping until they realise it’s you and they immediately relax. 

‘Hey is Eddie in the house with you?’ Steve asks you and you shake your head.

‘No, he’s out in the boathouse. I told him everything.’ You shrug, yawning as you do. You hadn’t slept in last night. You’d been up the whole night, the guilt of your actions consuming you. Of course, you felt terrible for lying to Eddie for the last two years but you were only doing it to protect him. Although, even in your own head that excuse sounded pathetic. You knew if he had been lying to you for years, you’d been a million times more pissed than he was.

‘How did that go?’ Robin asked, turning to face you.

‘How would you feel if the person you loved had been lying to you for two years and was actually someone completely different?’ You ask, your face completely deadpan. The only good thing about your lack of sleep was that you physically didn’t have the energy to cry.

‘We bought Oreos for you.’ Steve says trying to make you feel better. You thanked him, taking the packet from his hands and opening it as you head into the boathouse. You tried not to look at Eddie as you walked in, heading for the furthest corner while Eddie sat down and grabbed a box of cereal, eating it heavily.

‘So we got some good news and some bad news. How do you prefer it?’ Dustin asks the two of you as you shrug.

‘Bad news first, always.’ Eddie says between mouthfuls of food.

‘All right, bad news. We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro and they’re definitely looking for you. Also, they’re pretty convinced you killed Chrissy, like 100% kind of convinced. And Y/N they’re pretty sure you’re involved too.’ Dustin tells you and you let out a groan.

‘Great so they think we’re some satanic Bonnie and Clyde.’ You sigh, rubbing your face.

‘Pretty much.’ Dustin shrugs as if he hadn’t just told you you were wanted for murder.

‘And the good news?’ Eddie asks changing the topic back.

‘Your names haven’t gone public yet but if we found out about you, it’s only a matter of time before others do and once that gets out everyone and their shallow-minded mother is going to be gunning for you. Both of you.’ Robin informs to two of you and you fail to see how what she just said is good news. She basically just told you, you only had a few days before people would be trying to kill you. 

‘Hunt the freak, right?’ Eddie responds sarcastically.

‘So before that happens, we find Vecna, kill him and prove your innocence.’ Dustin says as though it’s the easiest thing in the world. 

‘That’s all, Dustin? That’s all?’ Eddie seems about as hopeless as you do at the current moment,.

‘Listen, Eddie, I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional, but we’ve actually been through this before. I mean, they have a few times, and I have once-‘ 

‘Robin, I’ve already told Eddie everything.’ You cut her off, a frustrated tone in your voice. You don’t mean to be rude to Robin but you really don’t need a reminder of your fuck up. 

A moment later, you all hear a police siren and everyone starts freaking out, telling you and Eddie to climb under the tarp. You end up pressed against Eddie face to face with him. Considering your previous argument it’s an incredibly uncomfortable experience for both of you. Once the sirens have gone past and it seems that you’re in the clear, you let out a sigh of relief as the others pull the tarp off you.

‘There was like an entire cavalry out there. We should probably go check what that was about.’ Steve said and you nodded.

‘Yeah, it might be another victim which is going to look great for us.’ You tell them. You say goodbye and the four of them walk out. You hesitate for a moment before making a decision to leave Eddie alone and give him space until he wants to talk to you.

‘Wait.’ Eddie says, so quietly you almost miss it but you hear him and turn around, seeing him fiddling with his hands. ‘I’m not saying I forgive you but I want you to explain everything, from the beginning.’

‘Okay, but it’s going to take a while.’ You say sitting down in the boat in front of him. You tell him everything from the beginning, starting with your getting kidnapped, the moment you’re pretty sure you travelled back in time, how you escaped from the facility and everything that has happened since you arrived in Hawkins. It takes a while to explain anything but by the time you finished you’re pretty sure you’ve left no detail out.

‘Wow, that’s a lot.’ Eddie breathes out, his mind clearly racing. ‘I have so many questions.’ 

‘I can try and answer them but I don’t know much about any of this.’ You shrug. You really don’t fully understand your powers or anything that’s happened but you can try to explain it to Eddie.

‘Okay, well first of all, why haven’t you gone back to your own time?’ Eddie asked.

‘I tried when I first escaped from the facility and realised that I wasn’t in my own time but I’ve never been able to figure out how to control it and then I met you and I stopped trying.’ You admitted the truth of why you had stayed, for Eddie.

‘Okay, and why time travel? I mean the other four make sense together but time travel seems completely random.’

‘I don’t know, I’ve tried thinking of a hundred different theories but any of them could be right. It could be that the other four things are the four elements and time is a sort of the fifth element, could be random. I have no idea.’

‘Where did your powers even come from?’ 

‘No idea, it wasn’t a radioactive spider bite or anything. Just around the age of 12 weird stuff started happening around me and then I realised I was responsible for the weird stuff.’ Eddie looked like he was about to ask another question when the walkie in your bag went off. You moved over to your bag and grabbed the walkie out of it to hear Dustin on the other end.

‘Dustin, what’s up?’ You ask into the walkie.

‘Y/N! You had a headache on Friday right?’ Dustin asks, panic in his voice.

‘Yeah, I did. What does that have to do with anything?’ You ask confused.

‘Okay have you experienced nosebleeds, nightmares, trouble sleeping?’ 

‘No, but again what does that have to do with anything?’ You were getting frustrated at this point, annoyed that Dustin was asking you questions with no context.

‘Headaches are one of the symptoms that Vecna’s victims were suffering from so we just wanted to check if you’d experienced any of the others.’ Your eyes widened. Was there a chance you were possessed by Vecna? No, you hadn’t experienced anything else.

‘No, I haven’t but I’ll let you know if I do.’ You push the antenna back into the walkie and look over at Eddie who looks incredibly freaked out.

‘You sure you’re okay? Because I don’t think I could deal with that shit happening again. Especially since it’s you and not some random girl.’ Eddie sounds panicked at this point.

‘Ed, I’m fine. You’d have known if I was having nightmares or anything like that.’ You tell him, sitting back down in front of him. You really didn’t want him to worry or think that there was an actual chance of you being possessed. You were pretty sure you were an unlikely victim.

‘Good, but I’m not letting you out of my sight because if you die- if you die-‘ Eddie can’t even get the sentence out, pacing back and forth, tugging on the ends of his hair.

‘Eddie, I’m not going to die. Well not anytime soon. I promise.’ You tell him, standing up. You want to wrap your arms around him to comfort him but you still don’t know if you’re at that point again. Eddie acts first, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close to him. 

‘Fuck, I’m still mad at you but I also don’t want you to die thinking that I hate you.’ He says holding you close.

‘Again not going to die and I’d understand if you hated me, I hate myself pretty badly right now.’ You say, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your head into his chest.

‘I don’t hate you. I’m just pretty pissed off that you kept everything from me. I mean I could’ve helped.’

‘That’s why I kept it from you because I knew you’d want to help and I didn’t want you getting hurt.’ You look up at him.

‘I guess I understand, doesn’t make it any easier though.’ 

‘Yeah, I should’ve told you.’ 

‘Yeah, you should’ve but it doesn’t matter now. It’s probably not a good idea to spend the last days before we either get taken to prison or killed arguing.’ Eddie kisses the top of your head.

25th March 1986

‘I’m just saying Eddie, just because I’ve never heard of Corroded Coffin doesn’t mean they aren’t famous in the future.’ You say lying on the couch as Eddie digs through the covers looking for something to eat. You were tired and hungry, you had hardly eaten and slept over the past few days and Eddie’s constant questions were not helping your mood.

‘Okay but you listen to metal music so if you haven’t heard of us, that probably means we aren’t famous.’ Eddie says as he continues to open the cupboards.

‘Or and consider this, we don’t know how my time travel power actually works so me travelling back to 1982 caused a fracture in the timeline and now everything I know about the future is bullshit because it’s all divided.’ You point out and Eddie frowns over at you.

‘This is way too confusing.’

‘I agree, that’s why I don’t think about it. As long as Buffy the Vampire Slayer still comes out in 1997, I’ll be happy.’ You shrug.

‘What the hell is that?’ Eddie stops his search to frown at you.

‘It’s my favourite TV show. It’s about a girl, called Buffy, who slays vampires. The title is fairly self-explanatory.’ 

‘And let me guess, she also dates vampires because it’s just that predictable.’ Eddie pulls a can out of a cupboard alongside a pan and starts heating up the food inside.

‘You know you’re no fun and just so you know, when it airs in 11 years, I’m going to make you watch it.’ 

‘Remind me in 10 years to divorce you so I don’t have to do that.’ He turns around and smirks at you.

‘Wow, rude.’ You frown at him. ‘Go make a call to Dustin and try and get us some more food.’ You change the subject as Eddie hands you the pot and you eat some of the food in front of you. It not exactly filling you but it would have to do. As you ate, Eddie kept speaking into the walkie-talkie until eventually Nancy picks up. She cuts the conversation short and Eddie lets out a frustrated groan as he flops down next to you on the couch. You hand him over the pot and he finishes off the food quickly. 

‘You better plan on sharing that six-pack, considering you took half of my cigarettes.’

‘I thought you didn’t like beer.’

‘I don’t but I don’t think I’m getting a bottle of rum so it’ll have to do.’ Eddie lets out a hum in response, clearly thinking about something.

‘Hey, can you cause earthquakes?’ He eventually asks and you frown at him.

‘What?’ You ask confused.

‘Well you can control earth so theoretically, you should be able to cause earthquakes.’ 

‘Yeah, I can, I mean not big ones, not without some sort of catalyst but little ones.’

‘Can you show me?’ Eddie asks excitedly.

‘No! I’m pretty sure a random earthquake would alert people to our location. And it definitely won’t dispel the satan worshipper rumours.’ You point out.

‘Fine, what about tornados or hurricanes or tsunamis? Can you make those?’

‘Theoretically yes but I don’t think causing a natural disaster is a good idea currently.’

‘I’m not saying you should, it’s just it might be useful if something bad happens.’

‘You are aware that I currently have like no energy?’ 

‘Okay but in an emergency.’

‘Maybe we should be more concerned about the emergency of starving to death while the other’s run around?’ 

‘Whatever, we should probably head back to the boathouse, considering we’re meant to be hiding.’ Eddie points out and you let out a groan.

‘But it’s so uncomfortable in there.’ You whine but stand up anyway.

‘Sorry, next time we’re on the run for murder I’ll make sure we hide out in a Hilton.’ Eddie responds sarcastically as you both walk back over to the boat house.

A few hours later and you were officially bored out of your mind. Eddie was sitting in the corner throwing rocks into the empty can while you lay in the boat, making flames dance across your fingers.

‘What happened to no energy?’ Eddie asks looking over at you.

‘I’m bored and this is vaguely entertaining, plus it’s keeping me warm.’ You reply. Eddie goes to respond but hears a car pull up outside and quickly ducks down behind the window. You’re about to point out that it’s probably just Steve but Eddie lets out a swear as he looks out the window.

‘Shit, it’s Jason and his friends.’ Eddie whispers and you quickly sit up, making the boat rock beneath you.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ You say looking around you. Eddie grabs the walkie and starts calling for Dustin again but you get no response as the two of you freak out. You look around, trying to figure a way out. Suddenly you have an idea, moving over to the doors that open out onto the lake.

‘Grab the oars.’ You whisper to Eddie as you open the doors.

‘Your plan is to sail out of here? Why don’t you like set them on fire or something?’

‘I’m not setting half the basketball team on fire. Then we’ll actually be murderers!’ You whisper yell. Eddie stands there for a moment before climbing into the boat with you and starting to row away. You keep a look out behind you as you see Jason appear from the boathouse. He yells at the two of you and starts stripping off his clothes to swim towards you. Eddie freaks out moving towards the engine and starts pulling the cord, but the engine was not starting. You sit there, frozen in fear of what they’re going to do if they catch you but eventually you snap out of it.

‘Move, Eddie!’ You yell practically shoving him back into the boat and holding your hand out, pushing the water behind you to propel the two of you along. Jason and Patrick continue to swim behind you as you try to make it to the other side of the lake as quickly as possible. 

Suddenly, Patrick stops. You frown for a moment, hesitating before you see him go under and your eyes widened. You wonder for a second if you managed to do that without knowing but then when you see Patrick start to float in the air, you realise what’s actually happening. Vecna has him. 

‘Shit, shit, shit.’ You hear Eddie yell from where he’s stood behind you. He loses his balance and falls into the water, attempting to grab you to keep himself steady but pulling you both under the water. You struggle slightly as you feel the cold water surround you before lifting your head up out of the water and taking a deep breath. You see Eddie next to you, mumbling, his wet hair clinging to his face. You move over to him, taking his head in your hands.

‘Eddie, we need to go, swim to shore. Keep your head under the water.’ Eddie looks at you confused. ‘I will make sure we can breathe just keep your head under so Jason can’t see us.’ Eddie nods and you duck under the water, creating an air bubble around your mouth and nose, Eddie does the same and you create one for him, focusing on swimming to shore while stopping the two of you from drowning. You can feel yourself fading slightly as you get closer to the shore, the days of minimal food and sleep catching up to you now you were using your powers. 

Once you make it close to the shore you raise your head above the water, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. You climb out of the water, leaning against a tree and taking deep breaths as Eddie follows behind you.

‘How’d you know how to do that?’ Eddie asks.

‘Use to put me in a tank and fill it with water. It was learning how to do that or die.’ You pant out, sliding down the tree to sit on the floor.

‘Shit, you okay?’ Eddie moves to kneel next to you.

‘Yeah just need a minute.’ You say shivering, realising at that moment just how cold and wet you are. Eddie grabs the walkie out of his pocket and tries to speak into it but it doesn’t work.

‘Shit, can you fix it?’ Eddie says holding it out.

‘I could pull the water out but the electrics are already fried. There would be no point.’ You say with little enthusiasm. You keep shivering until you eventually decide it’s worth it to use your powers, sending a blast of hot air under your clothes until they’re eventually dry. You do the same to Eddie but immediately regret the decision as black spots start appearing in your vision.

‘Okay, we need to get out of here, cops will be here soon.’ You say, standing up, stumbling slightly and nearly falling but stopping yourself by resting your weight against the tree you’d been leaning on.

‘You’re not okay.’ Eddie says wrapping his arms around you to keep you upright.

‘I will be, let’s just get out of here.’ You tell Eddie.

Eddie supports your weight as the two of you walk through the woods. You were barely conscious at this point and by the time you make it to skull rock, Eddie was practically dragging you. He placed you against the rock and knelt down in front of you.

‘You should be safe here. I’m going to go see if we can find a walkie or something.’ You nod weakly in response as Eddie walks away. You try to stay conscious but pretty soon after your eyes flutter shut and you fall asleep.

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[cranberrymoons]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @steventhusiast a billion years ago and more recently by @thefreakandthehair and @just-my-latest-hyperfixation🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 49 under my current account, there are some fics for other fandoms buried deep within the depths of the archive which we WILL NOT DISCUSS at this time

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 128,515

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently just stranger things! I wrote one fic for Crazyhead this summer, a single-season Netflix show from 2016 (?) and that fic has 6 hits 😎 I'm also considering writing a top gun fic (entirely your fault @urmomsonfire) (affectionate) but no promises yet

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

get it off your chest

can't start a fire

so fondly today

something so pretty

i carry this feeling

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? yes!! I always respond to comments, even though it sometimes takes me a week or two. comments are genuinely so special to me and my FAVORITE thing is when someone reads a bunch of my fics in a row and I can follow their comment trail 🥹 I love comments

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm a happy endings girlie all the way, I genuinely don't have an answer for this 😅

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? so many of my fics are fluff-fest so I'm not really sure. maybe i carry this feeling because it's (currently) the end to a long future fic series and feels like a good buttoning-up of that story which is still being added to

8. Do you get hate on fics? someone once called me transphobic for having steve paint his nails in a fic (??) but that turned out to be a random anon from that twitter meltdown that was happening over the summer (i am not on twitter and didn't know it was even happening until after the fact)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? LMAO (yes, i write lots of fluffy goofy smut with feelings. if they're not talking and/or laughing a lot during sex, it's not a sage fic)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no, I really struggle with the concept of crossovers in general. I don't read them usually and wouldn't really know how to begin to write one! but fics set IN the universe of something else (not a crossover where two different universe's characters interact) – I like those.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I know of in this fandom

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! but not in this fandom

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no, but I would definitely be interested if it was with the right person!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I can't answer this 🫣 I will say steddie is the ship I've written the most words for

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I'm not sure I really have one that's out there right now. there are a few things in my google docs that might not see the light of day

16. What are your writing strengths? dialogue! good communication is so important to meeee and I have so much fun writing it

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I always feel like I struggle with scene-setting/imagery because I focus so much on character interaction

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've written French dialogue in fics before (not in this fandom) which made sense situationally. I think it works as long as you make sure to translate in end notes and/or through context clues, so the reader doesn't have to keep jumping back and forth between google translate

19. First fandom you wrote for? early 00s, the wizards who must not be named

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? this changes depending on my mood tbh. my usual answer is either so fondly today because I love the energy of that fic or back in the new york groove which has so much pulled from my own life. I also had a lot of fun writing wanna help my worlds collide

no pressure 😇 @urmomsonfire @wynnyfryd @thisapplepielife @shares-a-vest

[misguidedasgardian]

Kinktober VI

The Babysitter

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You were babysitting your neighbors kids, and decided to invite your boyfriend to join you after hours to watch some horror movies, after all, it was Halloween night

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes Ft. Peter Parker

Chapter Warnings: Masklophobia (fear of masks), mentions of bullying and highschool “stereotypes”, pet names, Non-con, Dub-con, alcohol consumption, slapping, involuntary voyeurism, unprotected sex, mentions of sexual attractions towards a minor (both where in highschool), mentions of virginity loss, Mean!Steve (he is a full warning) threats of forcefull anal sex, a little breeding kink

Reader has a relationship with Peter, Peter and Reader are 20 years old, Steve and Bucky 23,

+18 please.

Word Count (Chapter): 3.9k

Notes: This fear's my own tbh, I really really don't like those costumes when you can't see/recognize the person under it, they made me real nervous, you should see my pictures as a kid in disneyland I appear crying in all of them next to pluto hahaha

Inspired by: Scream? I think I watched the scary movie version though hahaha. Also a bit of “Halloween” the movie, and a hint of the babysitter without the satanic part.

“Thank you for coming to join me” you whispered with a shy smile. Peter smiled back at you and gave you a peck on the lips

“I´d rather spend the night with you here than outside with all those morons” you giggled as you cuddled more into him to keep watching the horror movie

It was getting late and the voices of the kids walking up and down the street started to fade. It had been a busy night, you offered to babysit your neighbour´s kids, you took them trick or treating and afterwards you put them to bed. Their parents were going to return the next morning. You spend the rest of the afternoon receiving all the little kids that rang the doorbell asking for candy. Peter came at that time to keep you company, as you intended to watch some classic horror movies while tending to all those kids.

It was already 11 pm, and the noises that came from outside weren't giggles and chants of kids, they were loud sounds of music, and often loud groups of teenagers and young adults in search of a good party.

That's why you found it odd when the doorbell rang, it had been quiet for like an hour now. Peter was in the kitchen fetching some drinks, so you got up the couch. You opened the door and as you saw who rang the doorbell, you stood still in shock, like a deer in headlights. Totally paralyzed as a crippling fear took a hold on you

It was one thing to give candy to little kids dressed up as princesses, astronauts, cowboys or superheroes, another very differently was coming across what looked like two grown men with hideous masks on. A tingle ran through your spine as you stand still in the doorway

You tried to hide how much those masks frighten you, as both men stood still with bags of candy in their hands. You wanted to move, to give them candy, but you couldn't move. They didn't say anything either, portraying perfectly as Michael Myers and Jason from the Friday 13th movie

“Babe?” Peter appeared behind you and it seemed he blew life back into you, he looked at you in panic because he knew how afraid you were of masks, “Aren't you a little old to be trick or treating?” he asked with a joyful tone. He surrounded your hips with his arm, gently pushing you away from the door to take your place.

They both stood still and didn't say anything, as Peter gave a fistfull of candy to each of them

“Cool costumes,” he muttered, clearly uncomfortable. You walked away from the door, still shaking, trying to gain your barens

“We don´t want your stupid candy you dipshit” you turned suddenly at the thick voice

“Oh shit!” laughed Peter, “Steve you idiot you scared the shit out of me!”

“You almost pissed yourself” Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.

You had all been in highschool together, they were a couple years older than you and Peter. They had stayed here in the little town you grew up in. Bucky had inherited his father's garage, and it was the greatest mechanic in town, and Steve was running his family's farm. While you and Peter when you graduated went upstate to a big city to study in college.

You both were still in college but had decided to spend this weekend home, you loved halloween, but either of you were old enough to drink at those glamorous parties in the city, and would rather come back home to carve pumpkins with your family

“Was that (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” asked Steve, “Are you fucking her?” your cheeks burned

“She is my girlfriend” you could tell Peter was annoyed

“Lucky bastard” chuckled Bucky

“What are you doing here anyways?”

“Nat´s party was lame, we came here to crash” The mother of the kids you were babysitting was Steve´s sister

“Oh, cool” Peter moved aside and both came in, they had put up their masks so you weren't that scared anymore, but still you felt uneasy

“Hey guys” you felt a lump in your throat. Both looks of the guys struck you, they were so big, and thick with muscles, hidden behind the rest of the costumes, hard clothes, thick jackets, big black leather boots, fake axe and knife each. Steve was Michael Myers and Bucky was Jason

“Oh, look who's here” purred Steve. you all walked back into the living room

“Hello doll, long time no see” said Bucky

“How have you been?” You didn't remember them fondly, when they were seniors in highschool you were a Freshman, and they both were the popular type, Steve of course was the captain of the varsity football team, and Bucky the close second. You remember them harassing freshman and sophomores, pantsing the more quiet type, and also those rumours about taking the virginities of all the girls in junior class, or at least of those who them deemed “hot and perky”

But you tried to erase those memories, you were all a little more grown up now, basically adults, responsible people. You hoped they weren't going around flushing people's heads in toilets anymore

You remembered fleetingly how the highlight of your Freshman year was one time Bucky had stood in the hallway while you passed by, stopped you using his thick body, and arranged a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. He winked at you and let you continue your path and then you never forgot him, nor all the screams and hassle that simple act caused in highschool. And the years where you were still in highschool you have seen them multiple times, they used to crash at your parties until they were old enough to go to bars.

They made themselves comfortable, Bucky spreading his body widely on the sofa, while Steve went directly to the kitchen. You heard him opening the fridge and coming back with four beers. He tossed one towards his friend, while you stood on the doorway that led to the entrance. He walked towards you and offered you one

“No thanks, I can´t”

“C´mon” he chuckled, “The kids are asleep”

“Yeah I know” as you didn't attempt to receive it, he growled and turned to Peter, who denied him the same

“What a pair of buzzkills”

“I'm working” you said, smiling softly

“C´mon doll, get yourself comfortable” Bucky patted the space on the sofa next to him, and you eyed Peter, you wanted to sit down and that was the only place available. So you did sit down, but apart from him

“So, no parties for you?” asked Steve, seating in a single chair

“Na” responded Peter, clearly uncomfortable, “We can't drink yet”

“Oh right” snickered Bucky, but it looked like he was mocking you both

“Well if you are here, maybe we could go home, right?” asked Peter

“Ah ah” said Steve with a smirk, “Imagine we are not here, my sister is paying you to take care of her kids, right? Not us”

“Yeah, I know, I´m not leaving the kids” you looked at Peter and shook your shoulders

You went to the kitchen to get some more lemonade, as Peter came to you

“I don't want to leave you alone with them” he murmured

“Yeah but I don't think it's a good idea if you stayed” you said worried, “I don't want problems with Sarah with having a guy over”

“I understand…” he said, “Where are they going to sleep anyways? he said, “there is only one guest room upstairs”

“I know” you were uncomfortable with those two men in the living room, Sarah never told you a thing about Steve and Bucky crashing here, there was only one room upstairs, and Peter was going to leave soon anyways. You sighed, they had made it clear that you could not leave the kids in their care, so going to your house for a quick sleep and come back in the morning isn't an option either

“Maybe Steve can sleep in Sarah's room or something” you murmured, “I'll figure it out”

“I have to go, my aunt just texted that some kids threw toilet paper all over the tree in front of the house and she is freaking out” he came to you to place his hands in your hips, and leaned in to kiss you softly

“Ok, I'll see you tomorrow to go back to the city” you murmured against his lips

“Totally” he murmured back, “You better have a good playlist for the ride”

“You doubt my dj-ing?” you said, offended, “You are on Parker”

“I would never in my life” he said, blushing

“You better” you linked your hands on his neck and kissed him again, “I love you”

“I love you too” he said, you loved making him fluster like you were right now

“Please not in my sister's house” said Steve mockingly, who was leaned in the doorway

“Sorry” you muttered breaking off the contact with your boyfriend

“I'm just leaving” Peter mumbled, as he shook hands with Steve on his way out

“Don´t worry, we'll take care of your girl” you didn't like the tone he used, it made you shiver. Even if they were the hottest guys in a 1.000 mile radius, you didn't like them, you didn't like the way they looked at you, the way you felt their eyes trailing your body up and down, and you almost slapped yourself for being dressed as a cheerleader. Your old highschool uniform was the only thing nice for a costume you had in your place to take the kids trick or treating. You had a matching colour ribbon tying your hair up. But you had grown up and the skirt had gotten shorter, and the top tighter.

You walked back towards the living room, adjusting the skirt as you go, to turn off the tv and disconnect the dvd player, when you felt a thick stare right on your neck, that uneasy feeling you have when someone is watching you

“Guys I can sleep on the couch if you…” when you turned around you froze.

A whimper escaped your mouth when you saw both men standing tall next to each other, using those horrible masks, staring back at you

“What are you doing?” you asked, you could feel your body already trembling

They had you kneeling on the floor, your arms tied behind your back and a gag in your mouth, preventing you from yelling and shouting. You were so scared of what they were going to do to you.

Bucky was behind you, fondling you, touching every inch of your body under the cheerleader uniform, pressing his hard body against yours. You tried to ressist his touch, when you heard the back door opening, you felt incredible relief, someone was going to save you from these deranged men.

“(Y/N)” Your muffled sounds warned Peter, and when he looked at you he was stunned. You were crying and shaking uncontrollably, you wanted him so desperately to help you, but you knew he had no chance against the two larger men. But when you saw Steve coming behind him. You tried to warn him but couldn't get anything said. Steve jumped him and threw him on the floor, muzzling him. Bucky grabbed your hips and rubbed his covered dick against your ass in a silent warning

“Shut the fuck up” he growled, “you don´t want to wake the kids would you?”

You saw, powerless, how Steve grabbed him and with a decorative rope they used to keep the curtains on place, he manhandled him and tied him up to the armchair

“Don´t fucking move, or I´ll be worse for her” Steve growled in his ear, and he stopped fightning. He looked at you with teary eyes

“We really didn't want you here” said Bucky, “But we'll… we'll have to perform with an audience” he whispered in your ear. You struggled against his arm when he went under your skirt towards your underwear, and with a single finger he tugged them down your legs no matter how tight you had them close together

Your muffled sounds didn't reach their ears no matter how much you tried to

“I'll take this off” Steve hunch up until he was in your eyesight, “But if you scream I swear I´ll make you regret it” the hollow eyes of the Michael Myers mask was staring at you and you shook in fear, trying to get away from him, for a moment for forgot about Bucky until he snakes a hand under your skirt again, so you were still in a second. Steve took off the the cloth they were using as a muzzle

“No! Please!” you couldn't look at them, they frighten you, as much as Steve grabbed you by the chin to made you look at him, you shook in fear

“You are just a stuck up little bitch” Steve slapped your face making sob even harder

“Leave her the fuck alone!” growled Peter

“The masks” you sobbed

“What?” Bucky grabbed you tightly by the hair to direct your mouth to his ear to hear you better

“They scare me” you mumbled against his ear

“She has a phobia, take them out” Peter had his eyes reddened, filled with unshed tears, he had his arms filled with marks and redness from the ropes

“Ahh, poor Peter” said Steve, he left you in the arms of Bucky and raised himself up to get to him. He took off the mask of Myers and put it on your boyfriend, but backwards so he couldn't see you. “Where were we?” asked mockingly, turning back to you

“Please, don´t do this” you whispered, broken, knowing you wouldn't be able to stop them, “Why would you do this to me?”

“We have always liked you” he muttered, “Bucky more than me though, but you were always a stuck up, too good for us”

“That's not true” you whispered, “You never did anything, and I was shy”. A moan coming out of your own mouth surprised you when Bucky sinked one of his long fingers through your folds

“Well we are doing something now, Buck here would be more than happy to help you with your shyness” Steve´s voice became a background noise as you focused on Bucky's second finger opening you up, and his thick breathing in your neck

“She is so fucking wet” muttered Bucky, and you felt ashamed you really were drenched, and didn´t even knew why, since hi muffled voice and the palstic of the mask made you shiver. He took his fingers deeper into you, and you couldn't help but moan again when he found that spongy spot inside of you. You trembled in his hands, backing up until your back was completely against his chest, and you tried to shimmy your hips, still didn´t know if it was because you wanted to flee his contact, or you wanted more of it

“Fuck you are tight” growled Bucky behind you, “And you look so hot like this” you never thought that deciding to wear a stupid cheerleader uniform would be one of your worst mistakes. But he kept his fingers fucking you, harder and faster eachtime, and feeling shamefull, your mind broke into a mindblowing orgasm.. You moaned and twisted into his hands, not being able to stop it. “Fuck” he said satisfied, as your hips buckled into his hands

Bucky sat himself on the floor, taking off Jason's mask while his back supported on the couch, and Steve accomodated you on top of him, straddling him. Steve holds you tight while Bucky undid the button of his jeans, and opens up his fly. You could already see it, the outline of his huge cock pressing against the demin, but you couldn't react until you saw him, taking it out and fisting it tightly. You whimpered in fear.

“What's the matter sweetie?” asked Steve mockingly, “You'd never seen a cock this big?” you wouldn't dare to look at them, your heated cheeks talking for you as you look away. But Steve grabbed your chin painfully at made you look at him, “answer me”

“No I haven't” poor Peter, it wasn't his fault, this all weren't his or your fault

“Haven´t what?” he continued pestering you

“I have never seen a cock this big” you muttered

“Heard that Peter?” he called out, “We are the real men she needs”

“He is twice the man you´ll ever be” you cried, “Leave him alone” you murmured, and that gained you a slap from Steve

“Oh yeah?” Steve came at you, using his big hands to grab you by your back and belly, “Wanna prove her wrong Buck?”

“Fuck yeah” he growled, envigorated as he went forwards, he grabbed your hips

You let them both manhandled you how they pleased, not wanting to fight it anymore, until Bucky fisted his big dick to line it up towards your entrance

“Be good for Bucky or I will fuck you so hard in the ass you won´t be able to walk straight”

“Please don't!” you begged, “I´ll be good, I promise”

“Then ride my friend who has been dying for it for the last 6 years” Bucky is still fisting his dick, moving it along your folds, making you wince. He finally let him into your entrance. He looked at you cautiously, and didn´t move more, letting you sink into him.

You felt a couple tears run down your cheeks. You wanted to sink into him slowly, you knew it was going to hurt because of his thick length, but Steve had other plans, still having that hold on you, he made you sink down into Bucky´s cock. You whined when you felt that burn when he split you open, you sobbed falling into Bucky and hiding your face in his neck

“Oh fuck” cursed Bucky, “Damnit Stevie she is so fucking tight” he took hold of your hips, “She is squeezing me like a vice” He didn´t even let you get acostumed to him and started to fuck into you strongly, hungryly and without relent. Having your hand tied to your back you had no choice but to find balance relying completely on him, your chest in his. So you could muffle your moans against his thick jacket. He was controlling your movements and angling his hips so he could reach some things inside you you could´t believe they were real, you felt so embarrassed you were enjoying this so much, when the first bun passed leaving an incredible pleasure in its wake

“Shit” you cursed when his dick grazed your g spot. you felt your walls fluttering and squeezing him for all he was worth

“Fuck i´m going to cum so hard” he purred in your ear

“Please” you murmured, only for Bucky, “Not inside” you weren't taking the pill, you weren't on anything

“What, doll?” he mocked, “You don't want me to fill you up?” he kept an iron tight grip on your hips, moving you slowly over him to prolong the impending climax. You cursed as his cock grace something inside of you that made you lose yourself for a second

“I'm not on anything” you replied, somewhat relieved Steve wasn´t in between you anymore

“Damn that's hot” he grunted, “I will knock you up so you´ll stay here with me”. He then grabbed you even tighter, you were sure you were going to have marks to remind you of this tomorrow and the days to come. He picked up his pace, lifting his hips to meet yours in a frenzied rhythm. Another orgasm creep up on you, and without warning, you were coming around this thick cock, and Bucky had to cover your mouth with his hand for the moans no to escape the living room, “Shit you are gripping me so tight” your eyes met and that was all it took from him to still you while he was deep inside you, he grunted when he cumed and you felt his spends hitting your inner walls, warming you up from the inside

Your forehead was against his shoulder, as you both fighted to regain your breath. You shrieked when you felt Steve´s big hands grabbing your hips. He pulled you off of Bucky, and you both whimpered with the forceful disconnection

Steve was so big and strong he didn't have any trouble grabbing you to take him towards him. He pushed you and made you fall over Bucky´s lap, leaving your ass in the air.

“Fuck Bucky, you left a mess in here” he said admiring the cum dripping out of you.

“I was inspired,” he said breathlessly. You whimpered when you felt Steve thik fingers trying to pick up the already cold spend to put back in between your folds. For a brief second you thought Steve was going to leave you alone, disgusted by his friends “using you”, but you were terribly wrong as you heard him opening his fly

And you felt him. You whimpered when he splitted you open with one long thrust. He wasn't as thick as Bucky and you were thankful for that, but he reached more inside you because of the new angle.

“Oh fuck Bucky, you were right” he grunted, grabbing you by your hips, and without waiting he started pounding into you, hard and fast, worrying about nothing but his own pleasure, “She is so fucking tight, we are going to ruin her for poor Peter there”

Bucky distracted you, caressing your face and your hair while you laid there in his lap, being harshly pounded by Steve, who grunted like a wounded animal. When he changed angles you felt your orgasm building up in your belly.

When it snapped you moaned against Bucky thigh

“Oh shit that's the stuff” murmured Steve when your walls strangled him, milking him for all he was worth. “I knew you wanted this, you dirty little bitch”

“Don´t come inside her” demanded Bucky

“C´mon punk” Steve stood still inside you, “That's half the fun”

Steve kept pounding into you, and you couldn't take it any longer, you were overstimulated, tired, your entire body hurt, and without any warning, you lost consciousness.

“Fuck Bucky, we literally fuck her senseless” admired Steve. Bucky tugged himself back into his pants before he continued caressing your hair.

“She is so sweet” he purred, looking at your fucked out face

“C´mon Bucky” said Steve, spreading his cum all over your asscheeks, before cleaning himself up in your uniform, “I know you had a crush on her since forever but this changes things, tomorrow she is gonna´ leave this crap town, and hopefully she will forget all about this”

Still unconscious you were shaking in Bucky's arms as he held you against his chest. Poor Peter was passed out on the couch, defeated by the angst, the adrenaline and the constricted air of the rubber mask.

Tomorrow you weren't going to be able to stand in your own feet, still unconscious your legs were still shaking from all the times they made you cum

“I wanna keep her” he purred

“You can´t she is not a fucking puppy” he growled back, “don´t be an idiot, we will clean her up and get the fuck out of here after we drop Parker at his own place”

“I'll figure something out” he said with a shy smile as he dropped his hand to caress your belly

[chaoticforever]

End Of The Line | Yandere Steve Rogers x Male! Reader

A/N: Got a request for a Teacher Steve x student male reader. Reader is 18 and Steve is 22.

"C'mon dude. We have to leave now, especially if the Janitor comes in here." 

You stood up from your position on the floor as Michael pulled his pants up, zipping it up as he shook his head, rubbing your slightly hard member over the thick fabric of your pants. 

"Don't worry, he won't be coming back any time soon. 20 bucks is all he needed to let us use this room," He told you as he continued to rub his hands over the outline of your member, sucking on your neck, "Just relax for me, babe. You gave me a blowjob, so I want to return the favor. Please let me blow you. I'll make you feel good and I know you want it." He whispered in your ear. 

Ugh, you hated the way he made you feel because you did want it. Very bad. 

He unbuckled your belt and your senses came rushing back to you, causing you to back away from him as he pouted.

"Unfortunately, we can't." You insisted, buckling your belt back up and grabbing your bag, watching as he did the same, "You know that Principal Fury is waiting for a chance to bust us for skipping again, so we can get kicked out of school during our senior year. He's always hated us and wants us gone." 

"But he can't kick us out! Were seniors!" 

"Despite us being seniors, he still can," You sighed and Michael pouted very cutely, "Stop pouting so cutely, okay? We can finish what we started at my house. My parents will be out until pretty late." 

Michael grinned and planted a kiss on your lips, "Okay, I'll hold you to it." 

You rolled your eyes and took a note out of your pocket, handing it to him as he took it, looking confused, "That note will excuse you for being late for class. I forged your mom's signature and don't question how I did that." You added in, seeing the questioning look he sent you. 

Michael read over the note and he was amazed how much it looked like his mom's handwriting, "I have the coolest boyfriend in the world. Were gonna forge signatures more often." 

"Uh-huh, sure. Go to class now, Mikey."

You gave him a kiss and left the janitor's closet, heading to your first period. 

You opened the door and walked inside, "I'm sorry that I'm late, Mr. Evans, but-" You paused, finally seeing that the teacher was not Mr. Evans but someone else, "You're not Mr. Evans." 

The blonde teacher shook his head, "No, I'm Mr. Rogers. You're new teacher. Who are you and why are you late for class?" 

Oh fuck. Guess you had another strict teacher. Though, you found it a little strange that his eyes seemed to look over your form, and also seemed to be outright gawking at you. 

You placed the note that had your mom's signature on the desk and walked over to your seat, giving your friend your bag as he took it gracefully. 

"Sorry, for being late, sir. I had a doctors appointment." You sat down next to Matt and totally missed the way Mr. Rogers' whole body tensed at the word sir. 

"Yeah, and I bet this appointment involved having your dick examined." George Brockers said from the other side of the room, knowing where you really were.

Everyone in this class knew that you were in the Janitors closet with Michael.

Some of the class snickered along with George. 

"Yes. That's right, George. And while I was there I ran into your gynecologist, who told me to remind you to keep your vagina clean unless you want a foot up your ass." You responded without looking at him, as laughs and giggles filled the room and George stayed silent.

"Alright class, settle down! Get back to work now!" Mr. Rogers ordered sternly, as his baby blue eyes looked at... you? 

XXXXX XXXXX

Three months have passed since Mr. Rogers became your new teacher and he was...something. That's the right word for you blonde teacher. 

Strange is a word to describe him, too. 

For starters, he had decided to place you in the front seat of the classroom, away from Matt and Harry, despite you all being seniors and he seemed to stare  at you a lot which creeped you out. 

There's also the fact that he managed to show up wherever you were. At the restaurant where you worked and would sometimes stay until closing, somehow  he got to stand near you at the carnival when you were there with Michael, and that his arm seemed to graze over your arm when he tried to help you with work. 

When you brought it up to Michael, his only response was that you were just overreacting, and you may have been overreacting a little now that you thought about it, so you decided not to think about Mr. Rogers anymore and spend time with your boyfriend. 

You two spent some time together at the park, eating ice cream as Michael kept trying to steal some of yours, before deciding to head back to your place. 

Once you entered your house, the smell of food immediately entered your nostrils and you knew that your mom was cooking some tasty food. 

"Hey mom! I'm back and something smells really good. What are you cook-" 

You stopped midway and closed your mouth at seeing Mr. Rogers sitting on the couch with your mom and dad. 

Did you forget to mention that you and Mr. Rogers were neighbors, too? 

"What are you doing here, Mr. Rogers?" 

Mom stood up from her spot on the couch, "Steve has brought up some concerns about you and we would like to talk to you alone. Michael, I'm sorry you came here, but we really need to speak with our son alone. Can you leave now?"

"He doesn't need to leave. You can say what you have to say in front of him." You stated firmly, tightening your grip on his hand as your dad shook his head, standing up as well. 

"I don't want that son of a bitch corrupting my son anymore! Get out of my house, Michael!" Your Dad shouted. 

"Whoa! Dad don't shout-" 

"Don't tell me what I can do in my house, okay?" Dad exclaimed, turning to face Michael, "Now get out of my house!" 

Michael released your hand and walked towards without saying a word as you ran after him.  

"Wait Michael!" You called out after him, but he didn't stop walking. He walked out of your house and hopped into his car, taking off down the road. You sighed and walked back inside your house to face your parents, and your teacher, "Well, he's gone. Now talk." 

"Look son, we think it's best that you stop seeing Michael immediately."

"Why would I do that?" You questioned, "And why would you even ask me to do that when you know that I love him?" 

"Sweetie, we have noticed how different you've been acting lately and we know that Michael is the reason for it," Mom spoke up next, "Mr. Rogers has informed us about you skipping class, your grades dropping to a low percentage, and that you have been making out with Michael along with drinking alcohol."

You now turned to face Rogers, "Oh, so you're telling my parents about all the things I do now, huh? Do you do this with other students, or is it just me?" 

"I'm only expressing my concerns to your parents the same way I do with my other students as well," He told you, but you didn't believe him, "And if I'm being honest with you, Michael isn't the greatest of all guys to be with."

"Hmm, well good thing I didn't ask for your honesty on my relationship!" 

"Don't raise your voice at adults, Y/N!" Dad scolded, "Now, Mr. Rogers has a point. That boy has corrupted you. Changed you completely. And I'm not going to stand by and let this continue."  

"You know, I don't get y'all. Out of all people, I thought that you both would see that Michael is a good person, and makes me a better person. He makes me happy and I thought that would be enough for you guys to like him, but looks like I was wrong. Once again." 

You walked upstairs to your room, but not before shooting Steve a glare as you retreated to your room, ignoring your parents. You flopped on your bed angrily, as you closed your eyes. 

"That damn Rogers." You muttered angrily, as your eyes remained closed and soon you drifted off to sleep. 

XXXXX XXXXX

Steve stood inside your bedroom, watching as you slept. 

He managed to come in here by telling your parents that he had to use the bathroom along with trying to see if you would be okay with being tutored, and they agreed to his request. 

God, you looked so cute when you were sleeping, but you looked even hotter when you were upset which he loved watching you being angry downstairs. 

The blonde haired male had become obsessed with you ever since he saw you on his first day of school. 

He knew that it was wrong. 

You were his student and he was your teacher. Relationships between the two were forbidden. But you were both adults. He was only 22 years old, and you were 18. Only a four year difference. You were an angel. His angel. 

Steve unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans along with his boxers. 

He wrapped his hand around his cock, and stroked it slowly at first as images of you entered his mind. 

The blue eyed male imagined you bent over the counter as he plunged his dick into your juicy, delicious hole. Him dominating you, as you cried out his name, him stroking your cock. Or him plunging his finger into your tight hole, watching as he had you pinned under him, looking so helpless and desperate. 

All of those dirty thoughts ended up becoming filthier and filthier, causing Steve to pick up his pace. He strokes himself harder and faster, letting out a little moan. Luckily, that moan wasn't loud enough to wake you up. He guessed you were a deep sleeper. 

"Oh, Y/N..." He stroked his cock harder, thrusting becoming more rapid, heart rate increasing as his chest moved up and down. He reached his orgasm, "Mine." White come got all over your sheets and some of your body, as you face twitched slightly in response. 

Steve ran a hand through his hair,  pulling his pants and boxers up. 

He needed to leave for two reasons. 

To change his clothes, and get out of here before either you or your parents saw him in here. He left, but not before grabbing your dirty underwear in the hamper. He needed something of yours until he takes you for himself. He needs you now and he's going to have you. 

...By hook or by crook. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

You blinked your eyes open after some time and sat up with a groan. The first thought running through your mind was, 'What the fuck is on my face?' 

You lifted your hand to touch your face and some sticky, white substance was on your face. What the fuck is this? 

When you looked down at your light blue sheets, you saw how it seemed to be drenched in something. 

Did you masturbate? No, you didn't. And you didn't have a wet dream cause you would have remembered it, and there's no way that it could have got on your face. 

Deciding not to dwell on this anymore, you went to your bathroom that was connected to your room and washed your face really good since you didn't know what the hell it was. 

Upon returning to your room, you peaked out your window to see that your parents car wasn't here. Good. You took your phone off the charger and called Michael. 

"Hey N/N." 

"Hey Michael. I'm so sorry for the way my parents acted towards you today." 

"Don't worry about it, love. It's okay." 

"But it's not okay. You've been nothing, but a good boyfriend to me and you didn't deserve any of that." 

"Seriously man, it's alright. Your parents were just being overprotective of you, and I understand where they're coming from." 

You smiled on the other side of the phone. You had the best boyfriend and also the toughest boyfriend ever. 

"Well, I'm really glad you're ok after all of that. And do you wanna pick me up and hang out today, or have you had enough of the L/N family for one day?" 

"I'll come pick you up and hopefully your parents aren't home because there is something I want to do to you that your parents wouldn't appreciate." 

You grinned, "Lucky for you, they aren't here right now and probably won't be for a while. Wow Michael, maybe you really are corrupting me. You're a bad boy." 

"Oh, I'm the baddest and I plan on corrupting you to the fullest," You both laughed and the sound of his laugh was so soothing to your ears, "I'll see you later, sweetcheeks." 

"I'll see you later, tree biscuit." 

You hung up the phone and placed it on the bed. You couldn't wait for him to get here. 

Until he arrives, you decide to watch TV and put on one of those Marvel movies. To be quite honest, you found it awfully strange how Mr. Rogers and your chemistry teacher, Mr. Stark looked a lot like the actors in the movie, Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr. Almost identical. 

Weird right? 

XXXXX XXXXX 

You paused the movie midway when you got a text message on your phone. 

Open the door. ~Michael. 

Excitement fluttered through you like a drug and you ran downstairs, opening the door. You frowned, not seeing him anywhere, but his car was parked in front of your house, his dark windows made it impossible for you to see him through it. 

You made a mental note to talk to him about that. You went over to his car and opened the door, "C'mon Michael, let's-" You paused midway, finally getting a good look at your boyfriend and you screamed. 

His body was in the front seat of the car, blood covering most of his body with a knife jammed into his side. You checked his pulse and let out a little sigh of relief that he had a pulse. A fading pulse, but a pulse nonetheless. 

He could be okay. But you didn't understand who would do this to him, but you didn't have time to dwell on that because you'd have to hurry or he would die. 

You ran back inside and upstairs to get your phone, but it was gone. What? You left it on the bed. You were sure of it. 

Music suddenly started playing throughout your house and it was a song you knew all too well. This was you and Michael's song that you both listened to when he asked you out. 

You walked down the stairs cautiously, but not before grabbing the emergency knife you kept in your closet for safety reasons. 

"Hello Y/N," Steve's voice came from behind you, causing you to turn around. He stood there with flowers in his hand as he sent you a dashing smile, "I got you your favorite flowers and I know that this is your favorite song." 

"What are you doing in my house?!" You screamed, holding the knife in front of you defensively when you saw him take a step forward. 

"I'm here for you. I'm here to show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Despite being my student, I know that you are the one for me. We are meant to be together. I know it. Will you go out with me?" He asked, taking another step forward. 

You shook your head and watched as his face morphed into anger real quick,  "No, you sick fuck!" 

You stabbed him in the thigh as he winced in pain. You ran to the door, but was yanked back into his chest with one hand as he dropped the flowers on the floor with his other hand and used it to take the knife out of his thigh, wincing. 

He turned you around to face him and gripped your arms possessively. 

"You are so damn lucky that I love you. Even when you stabbed me, I can't hate you. I love you too much. I killed Michael for us to be together and I'm not letting you leave me," He kissed you forcibly, sucking on your earlobe, "Can't wait to breed you. You're going to be a good boy for me and let me breed you like the good bitch you are. To suck on your cock will be a dream come true for me and I won't have to imagine myself with your dirty underwear I stolen from your room or the cameras I had installed here." 

Of course, it wouldn't actually work because you were two guys and couldn't have a child, but what made it hotter was the fact that you couldn't. 

He loved the feeling of having complete control over you right now. It brought him great joy since you now knew who was in charge here. 

"You're mine, Y/N. You're mine as much as I'm yours and as you know, I'll kill anyone who dares to take you away from me. It's gonna be me and you until the end of the line." 

XXXXX XXXXX

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Forever

One Shot: More Cushin’ For the Pushin’

Summary: Steve is starting to see the effects of the serum depleting. Can Katie convince him that, well, she doesn’t give a shit?!

Warnings: Bad language and a heap of smut! (NSFW, no under 18s.)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Rogers (Stark)

A/N- So you all got @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ to thank for this…. and yes, this is utter head cannon about the serum but, indulge me!! 

If you are currently reading Stark Spangled Banner for the first time as it reposts, then this contains MAJOR spoilers and you might want to wait until you’ve finished before you start Stark Spangled Forever.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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“Sweetheart…” Steve sighed, gently catching Katie’s hand as it snaked over his belly under his Henley. She stilled and looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as he shook his head “I’m not feeling it tonight, I’m really tired.”

Katie sat up from where she’d been tucked under his arm as they sat on the sofa and flicked her pony tail back over her shoulder. “Alright. I’m gonna go up.”

“Honey…” he began to protest but she stopped him.

“Stevie, its fine. You said you’re tired so...” she gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes “I’ll see you upstairs.”

She curled her legs out from underneath her and stood up, padding from the room making sure to keep her face straight as she left. As she climbed the stairs, that horrible cold feeling washed over her from head to toe as she blinked back tears. Tears she felt pathetic for. This wasn’t a big issue…she got tired sometimes and pushed Steve away. Granted, that had happened like 4 times in the entire time she had been with him, but still…

Despite her self-reassurances, deep down she couldn’t help that little stab of insecurity in her brain. Steve had been acting off for the past 5 days. They’d had no fun of that nature whatsoever. Whilst his affection in general hadn’t particularly waned she’d noticed he wasn’t as handsy as he normally was and he hadn’t tried anything with her of that nature at all. He’d even taken to wearing a t-shirt in bed, which was basically unheard of, and it was almost as if he didn’t even want accidental skin contact with her.

Katie had brushed it off as him merely being tired. She knew he’d been reading through a lot of papers from his students, the first semester of the year was ramping up meaning Emmy was asking for his help too.  Jamie was also excelling at his baseball which was taking up Steve’s entire Saturdays as he took him to practice, assuming the proud dad role from the side-lines, Rori was attention demanding as ever and Harry was teething....

So yeah, this was totally down to Steve being tired. Nothing else.

At all.

Nothing to do with him going off her.

Nope.

Katie took a quick glance in the mirror, her hands smoothing over her hips and stomach which had taken a battering from 3 children, before she shook her head and headed into the bathroom.

Whatever…

Downstairs Steve was cursing himself. There was no mistaking the flicker of hurt that he’d seen in Katie’s eyes when he had pushed her away. He hadn’t meant to be so abrupt but he had been grappling with something internally for a few days now that he didn’t particularly know how to deal with. He ran his hands over his face before he stood up and turned off the TV. He let Lucky out for a pee before he made sure the doors were locked and headed up the stairs. He looked in on all his kid in turn, knocking lightly on Emmy’s door as she was home for the weekend,  and when she told him to come in he poked his head round finding her led in the dark, her face illuminated by her phone.

“Going to bed Em.” he said gently “Don’t be on that all night.”

“Yes dad.” she rolled her eyes and he arched an eyebrow at her. 

“You might be 20 but less of the cheek.” he teased as she flashed him a smile.

“Love you pops.” she grinned cheekily.

He snorted “You too, sleep well.”

With that he shut the door and headed into the bedroom. Katie was in the en-suite, he could hear the tap running. Taking a deep breath he moved to stand in front of the mirror, gently casting his eyes over his reflection. At first glance he didn’t look that different but hitching his top up slightly he glanced at his torso, and there was no mistaking it. The definition in his abs had definitely decreased and the hard plane of muscle seemed to be giving way to something less toned.

The door to the bathroom opened and he let go of the hem of his top, just a little bit too late and Katie paused, looking at him.

“Everything ok?” she frowned.

“Yeah.” he nodded, brushing her concern off. “I’m going for a shower.”

He headed to door of their bathroom, and then she spoke softly, her voice cracking and her words made him stop in his tracks.

“Stevie, you’re scaring me.” she said gently and he turned to face her. The utter hurt on her face made him want to die, as she blinked and looked down at the floor .“Why are you pushing me away all of a sudden? We haven’t had sex in 5 days now. Don’t you…” she trailed off, not looking up, her words catching in her throat as she struggled to voice the question she was petrified of hearing the answer do “Do you not want to or something? I know I’m not what I used to be Steve, but…”

Steve felt his chest contract as he looked at his wife, his heart breaking that she could even think that he didn’t find her attractive. He hadn’t up until then given a second thought as to how his actions could be making her feel as insecure as he was and right now he hated himself for that.

“No, honey…it’s not that. God, it’s nothing, like that, at all.“

“Then is it someone else?” she cut him off quietly, raising her head to look at him, her eyes swimming with tears.

“What?” he looked at her, utterly stunned.

She swallowed, “I asked if there was someone else.” she held his gaze

“Jesus, fuck, no!” he shook his head, appalled at the mere mention of such a thing “Of course not.”

“So it is me.”

“Katie…stop…” He stepped forward and took both her hands in his “You’re beautiful. I swear this isn’t you-“

“Oh, don’t you dare give me the this isn’t you, it’s me line or I swear to God…” Katie glared up at him and he gave an exasperated groan.

“Honey, I swear…this has nothing to do with you.” he tried to assure her, pulling her in closer and wrapping his arms around him but it didn’t work.

“Then what is it?” Katie whispered into his chest and he pulled back to look at her, his hands cradling her face “Baby, talk to me.”

With a loud sigh he moved away, sinking onto the foot of the bed, He reached out, his hands on her hips and he pulled her in between his legs so she was stood looking down at him, her hand resting on his shoulders.

“I noticed a few things recently.” he said, his head looking down at the carpet. “About me…” he glanced up “You know how Bruce ran all those tests on me after I came back after those 15 years?”

“Yeah.”

“Well he said then that the serum wasn’t infallible. And that over time it would most likely work itself out of my system. But the older I got the faster that would happen.”

“I know Steve.” Katie frowned, “We went through all this.”

“Well I guess I just wasn’t prepared for how fast that was gonna happen, that’s all.”

“What do you mean?” she pressed “Are you sick?”

“No.” he shook his head “Nothing like that. Just…” he shook his head and snorted “God this sounds so vain but I guess I’ve gotten that used to looking in the mirror and seeing myself in such good shape, spotting that I’m changing…well, it was a bit of a shock and I was worried…”

“About what?” “That you might not…” “Oh, Stevie…” Katie blinked “That’s what this is about? Your stomach?”

“You noticed?”

“Well, yeah.” she shrugged, her hands rubbing his shoulders “I’m your wife…it hasn’t happened all of a sudden, it’s…” He groaned “I knew you’d seen…”

“Yeah, and I don’t care!” she sighed, shaking her head “Soldier,I know as much as anyone how hard it is coping with changes to your body.  And so do you, it must have been a shock when you actually had the serum in the first place…”

“It’s not just the muscles.” he sighed, waving a hand to his beard. “This is going grey, my hair is too. My knees were ever so slightly aching after my run the other day…”

“Ok, first off…this…” she reached down, her nails scraping through his beard “This is hot. There’s a reason Brooke calls you the silver fox… and why half your students write that they want to do very rude things to you on twitter, which by the way really grosses Emmy out…”  Steve chuckled a little, his hands sliding up the back of Katie’s thighs as she cocked her head and looked down at him. “And as for the rest of it, so what if you’re going a little...soft...around the edges.” “Soft?” he looked up at her, a small smile curling at the edge of his mouth.

“Well, it’s not like you’ve gone fat Steve.” Katie shrugged, “But whatever, the point is you’re hot and you still turn me the fuck on, maybe even more so now than when you were that pristine, fresh faced Brooklyn boy I first met in that Boxing Gym all those years ago.”

He looked at her, studying her expression as she cupped his face in her hands, keeping his gaze on her.

“And don’t tell me you don’t believe me because if you do that means you’ve been a big, fat liar about the fact you tell me that you find me even more sexy now than before we had kids.” she arched an eyebrow and he snorted a she moved to straddle him where he was perched on the end of the bed, her knees falling either side of his thighs.

“You’re the man I wake up to every morning, the man that kisses me fucking senseless, the man that’s helping me raise our children, the man who can still bring me straight to me knees with a single look my way.” she smiled.

“A single look?” he quipped.

“Yes, and you know it.”

He shook his head before he sighed, his hands resting on her hips. “I guess I’m just worried that one day…it’s all gonna be gone and…” “Remember what you said to me when I had Jamie?” Katie cut him off “When I was struggling with how I looked and to try and make me understand you asked me how I’d feel about you if we woke up one morning and the serum effects had all gone?”

She held his gaze before she continued “I told you then that it wouldn’t change a thing about how I felt about you. Did you believe me?”

Steve was silent for a second before he nodded “Of course I believed you, Doll..”

“So why on Earth would you suddenly think any of that has changed?” she looked at him “Serum effects or no serum effects… I don’t give a fuck Steve, you’re mine.”

Steve believed her, of course he did. He knew all this was in his head, but fuck if it wasn’t hard to let it take over, thinking back to being that little kid from Brooklyn that no one gave a second glance to.

“I got one word for you baby.” Katie said softly, her hands gripping at the hem of his Henley “Dumbasses.”

And jesus, suddenly he was catapulted back to that moment some 15 years or so ago on their first date,

“Well, personally, I think all those girls that picked Bucky over you were dubmasses. I’ve seen the photos of you before all this happened…” she raised her free hand and held out her index finger, and gestured up and down his torso “You were sweet”

He chuckled and took a drink of his beer “You know I heard that a lot…you’re really sweet and all but…“

“Like I said…”she leaned back in her chair slightly, “Dumbasses”

He shook his head as he peeked up at her, “Fucking hell I swear to God you can read my mind at times.”

“Nope…”she said, pulling his top up “I just know you. Now take this off.”

He arched an eyebrow but didn’t protest, instead he held his arms up so she could pull his henley over his head before she pushed him back, making him lay flat. He easily shifted them both, so they were a little further up the bed as her fingertips gently traced down his biceps.

“I love how you can wrap me in these, keep anything and everything from hurting me.” she looked at him, her eyes locked onto his as she started shifting slightly, her hands continued down his forearms before her fingers found his, lacing them together. “How your hands can be so gentle and soft yet also hard when I need them to be, how they’d kill for me, for any of us.”  she raised his left hand to her mouth and brushed her lips over his platinum wedding band “A soldier, a man made for fighting yet who’s  been nothing but gentle and loving with me and the kids…” she moved his hands to both her hips before she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, before she pulled back and smiled at him as she started sliding down his chest, peppering kisses down his sternum, the kisses punctuated by her words “my husband, my best friend, my lover, my baby daddy….”

Steve’s breath hitched a little as she moved downwards, lips gliding over his treasure trail and she peeked back up at him with those lust blown pupils and bit her bottom lip “You know how good this makes me feel, when you press against me over and over when you’re making me yours.”

She moved back so her hips were once more straddling his and Steve flexed underneath her. All that rubbing and brushing against him with every move she made had gotten him hard as fuck.  He was aching for her.

Feeling him she looked at him, grinning. “And there’s certainly nothing soft about that.”

Steve let out a little chuckle and he couldn’t help but relax and enjoy right where they were at that moment. “You might have had a hand in that.”

Katie grinned. She loved having that kind of power over him, it was a fucking turn on.

“I’ll have a hand in your pants in a minute Soldier.”

“A minute seems an awfully long time to wait…” he said, pushing up against her again as she let out a soft sigh at the feel of him.

“Another reason I love you.” she smirked “Because I know you’re gonna leave me seeing stars within the next half hour. 10 minutes if we’re skipping foreplay.”

“Is this not the foreplay Doll?” he asked, his hands gripping her hips, fingers brushing the strip of skin just above her sleep shorts where her top had ridden up slightly, and he groaned inwardly as he saw her nipples were hard, peeking at him though the soft material of her cami.

“We can call it that if you want…” she said, rolling her hips, grinding against him again.

“You’re killing me sweetheart.” he groaned.

She rolled her hips against his again, splaying her hands on his chest “Nope, I can’t feel a shred of weakness underneath me…” “Ok…” Steve said, and with a swift movement he flipped her over so he was underneath him drawing a startled gasp from her which merged into that adorable, dirty little giggle he knew and loved “I’m done talking now.”

“Good.” She said, fisting her hand in the chain round his neck she dragged him down for a fierce, demanding kiss before she pulled back and looked at him “Fuck me like you own me, Cap.”

Her words fired something in his belly and he let out the growl that had been bubbling in his throat. His lips pressed to hers as if his life depended on it, his hands reached down and grabbed the straps of her top, pulling down harshly, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room.

Katie pulled back and looked at him “Did you seriously just do that? Again?��

“Look, sweetheart.” he glanced at her “You told me to fuck you like I owned you. I’m trying. So shut up.”

Whatever quick response Katie had been thinking up died in her throat as with a quick movement Steve grabbed her hips and flipped her over, once more drawing that dirty little giggle that he loved so much from her throat. His fingers gently traced a line down from her neck to the base of her spine before he gripped at the flesh over her hipbones and pulled her upwards so she was presented in front of him. Taking more care this time, he slid her shorts down, before he shimmied out of his sweats, his fingers tracing the inside of her thigh, bending over, his lips following their path. As he got to the top of her inside thigh, his kisses became gentle bites and then without warning he inserted 2 fingers inside her.

“Fuck…” Katie stuttered, her hips bucking backwards. Steve’s fingers started to move, gently, then harder, his mouth kissing all around the top of her thighs as she moved back and forth, fucking herself on his hand. He watched her for a minute or so, his fingers curling and pushing…and then they stopped. Katie whimpered, and Steve smirked as he bent over, nipping at her neck.

“You know I love you, right?” he said softly, his mouth caressing her pulse point as she rolled her head back, his hand slid up to her throat holding her face still as he kissed her, hard.

“Yeah, I love you too Solider” Katie panted into his kiss.

His fingers danced over the soft skin of her outside thighs and both his hands pulled her backwards as he pushed straight into her, making her cry out softly at the depth.

His rhythm was slow at first, hands on her hips before he quickened, the depth of this angle driving Katie wild. She writhed and moaned as he filled her, brushing against that spot inside her and she couldn’t get enough of him, her face buried into the pillow, pelvis pushed back against him as he thrust in deeply, again and again.

“You’re all mine…” he said hoarsely as he leaned forward, his chest pressing into her back as his teeth grazed her ear, biting down softly, “There’ll never be anyone else, never baby girl.”

His voice was punctuated by his grunts as he thrust into his wife again and again, his fingers tightening on her skin, knowing full well he’d probably leave bruises but not giving a shred of care. And neither did she, the more people that saw those marks, the better, the signs she was his for the world to see…it drove her wild with passion and lust and she couldn’t help but rock back against him, begging him to push deeper, drive her to the edge and back again, which he was more than happy to do.

“Say you believe me…” Steve all but growled as he thrust into her fiercely, his hand tightening slightly around her throat causing her to grab at the sheets in her hand “Say you believe me that there’s no one who comes close…”

“I believe you…” Katie cried out loudly, her voice punctuated by desperate moans as she tilted her head back as he continued nipping at her neck, pounding into her. “No one else.”

She was lost, lost in the sensation of her soldier fucking her senseless, just like she had asked him to. Those hands that she loved, that were normally so soft and gentle with her were now gripping at her hips, curling into her soft skin, pulling her back with each thrust. His lips, the ones she was so used to whispering soft nothing into her ear, or placing gentle kisses to her neck were biting and sucking at her throat as if his life depended on it, praising her, telling her what a pretty girl, amazing momma and beautiful wife she was. Coupled with the consistent pounding between her legs she was lost in an utter whirl of love and lust and she could feel the coil in her belly beginning to tighten as Steve maintained his pace, not once relenting.

Steve could read the signs well enough by now to know she was close. Moving one hand he slid it down between her legs, stroking at her clit drawing a loud gasp from her lips as she bucked back onto him, her legs trembling.

“Stevie… I’m gonna…”

“Come on doll…” he said gently into her ear “Come for me…”

“Oh, God…”  her voice was low, soft, as her words became nothing but a babble of noises as she lost control, her body shaking as she cried out, the world tipping on its axis completely as she became completely unaware of anything other than the sensation between her legs as she came, hard, pulsing and tightening down around him.

Steve felt it, he always did, and he continued to drive into her, fucking her through it before he realised he wanted to see her, wanted those green eyes he knew and loved locked onto his, so with a quick pull back he moved out of her and flipped her over again onto her back before she could even think about what he was doing. With a grunt he buried himself into her again, propping himself up on his elbows, his hands cupping her face as his lips crashed onto hers for a dirty, sloppy kiss that was all mouth and tongue.

He reached down, grabbing at her knee, slinging it over her shoulder as he rutted into her, driving hard, over and over, the dirty noise of wetness filled the room, skin hitting skin as he picked up the pace driving and seeking his own release. Katie’s hands gripped at his back, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust again and again, her eyes locked onto his. His pupils were blown with desire, those baby blues she knew and loved had darkened to a steel grey and knowing that after 15 years and a lifetime of ups and downs that she could still elicit this effect on him was enough to blow her mind. She loved this man, with every single inch of her body, and always would.

Steve dropped his head, his hips not once faltering as his mouth nipped at her chest, sucking, biting, the bruises forming almost instantly but he couldn’t give a fuck. This woman was his, no one else’s, and in turn he wanted her to realise that. He needed her to understand that there wasn’t a single person on this fucking planet, hell, the universe that would ever make him feel like this. As his lips moved to that spot on her neck he dropped her leg down and felt her breath hitch again and she let out a soft wail, her hips bucking upwards as she wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his ass.

“I got you baby…” he whispered, his voice punctuated by his own pants “Come on, give it to me…” With a gasp, her head titled back, eyes fluttered shut as her hands gripped at his strong arms and she came again which was enough to send him catapulting off the edge right behind her. Her legs grew tighter around his slim hips, gripping at him, pulling him closer as he stuttered, groaned and then pitched forward, his torso slick with sweat as he lay still, face pressed into her neck, surrendering to the utter bliss that consumed him.

Steve gently kissed Katie’s neck, breathing deeply. That had been intense and felt like it had risen from his very toes. His mind was still caught in that post-coital fog of bliss, and his body felt like it was light, floating even, but as Katie shifted underneath him, her lips gently pressing to his temple, he realised he wasn’t floating, nor was he light. He went to move, to roll off her but she caught him immediately, her hands flying to his arms as she looked at her.

“Don’t” she whispered.

“Honey I’ll crush…” “No, you won’t” she shook her head, “Relax, please soldier just…”

Steve licked his lips, and gently dropped back onto his elbow, pressing a little more of his weight on top of her. Katie sighed, her forehead resting on his collar bone, face nuzzling into his chest, her hands softly gliding up his back. Despite his worry, Steve felt himself relax into his wife as he held her in his arms. Katie sighed contently.

“Feels so nice, just lay here…” she said softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You always pull away far too fast.”

Steve took a deep breath “I don’t mean to Doll, I just know I’m way bigger and…” “Steve…” Katie moved her hand so she raised a single finger to his lips, shushing him “Stop.” After a moment or so of tensing up he allowed himself to relax completely, her hands dancing up his spine and he gave a soft hum of contentment as she pressed a kiss to his jawline and he felt her lips curl into a smile against his beard.

“What?” he asked softly, moving so he looked down at her.

“Nothing, just I love you.” she said honestly, her eyes locking onto his. “Forever.” Steve chuckled as he pressed his lips to hers “Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Glad to hear it.” Katie smiled, brushing a hand through his hair “And for the record…I’m all about more cushin’ for the pushin’”

At that Steve let out a loud laugh as she giggled along with him, his mouth once more claiming hers

“Looks like I am too, baby girl.”

After another minute or so, Steve finally relented and moved, his softening cock pulling out as he rolled over onto his back, giving a sigh.

“You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, course…I could use a drink though.” Katie smiled.

Steve leaned over, pressed a kiss to her mouth before he moved, located his boxers and after a promise of being back soon he headed out onto the landing.

Emmy emerged from her room at the same time, leaning on her doorframe as she shot him a look “You two are disgusting.”

“What?” he blinked, standing still as he looked at her.

“Seriously…you need to soundproof your room! I mean how would you feel if you heard me and Pete?” “I better not hear you and Pete.” he shot back, hands falling to his hips as he fixed his eldest with a glare.

She shrugged before she looked him up and down, and rolled her eyes “Fuck, I’m glad Brooke isn’t here…I’m sick of her telling me you’re a snack…”

With that she turned back into her room, shutting the door behind her. Steve stood still, looking at the now closed doorframe before he grinned to himself.

“Rogers, you still got it.” he laughed softly, before he bounded down the stairs to grab a bottle of water.

[what-is-your-plan-today]

Stark Spangled Kinks: More Cushin’ For The Pushin’

Summary: Steve is starting to see the effects of the serum depleting. Can Katie convince him that, well, she doesn’t give a shit?!

Warnings: Bad language and a heap of smut! (NSFW, no under 18s.)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Rogers (Stark)

A/N- So you all got @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ to thank for this.... and yes, this is utter head cannon about the serum but, indulge me!!

February 2028

“Sweetheart…” Steve sighed, gently catching Katie’s hand as it snaked over his belly under his Henley. She stilled and looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly as he shook his head “I’m not feeling it tonight, I’m really tired.”

Katie sat up from where she’d been tucked under his arm as they sat on the sofa and flicked her pony tail back over her shoulder. “Alright. I’m gonna go up.”

“Honey…” he began to protest but she stopped him.

“Stevie, its fine. You said you’re tired so...” she gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes “I’ll see you upstairs.”

She curled her legs out from underneath her and stood up, padding from the room making sure to keep her face straight as she left. As she climbed the stairs, that horrible cold feeling washed over her from head to toe as she blinked back tears. Tears she felt pathetic for. This wasn’t a big issue…she got tired sometimes and pushed Steve away. Granted, that had happened like 4 times in the entire time she had been with him, but still…

Despite her self-reassurances, deep down she couldn’t help that little stab of insecurity in her brain. Steve had been acting off for the past 5 days. They’d had no fun of that nature whatsoever. Whilst his affection in general hadn’t particularly waned she’d noticed he wasn’t as handsy as he normally was and he hadn’t tried anything with her of that nature at all. He’d even taken to wearing a t-shirt in bed, which was basically unheard of, and it was almost as if he didn’t even want accidental skin contact with her.

Katie had brushed it off as him merely being tired. She knew he’d been reading through a lot of papers from his students, the first semester of the year was ramping up meaning Emmy was asking for his help too.  Jamie was also excelling at his baseball which was taking up Steve’s entire Saturdays as he took him to practice, assuming the proud dad role from the side-lines, Rori was attention demanding as ever and Harry was teething....

So yeah, this was totally down to Steve being tired. Nothing else.

At all.

Nothing to do with him going off her.

Nope.

Katie took a quick glance in the mirror, her hands smoothing over her hips and stomach which had taken a battering from 3 children, before she shook her head and headed into the bathroom.

Whatever…

Downstairs Steve was cursing himself. There was no mistaking the flicker of hurt that he’d seen in Katie’s eyes when he had pushed her away. He hadn’t meant to be so abrupt but he had been grappling with something internally for a few days now that he didn’t particularly know how to deal with. He ran his hands over his face before he stood up and turned off the TV. He let Lucky out for a pee before he made sure the doors were locked and headed up the stairs. He looked in on all his kid in turn, knocking lightly on Emmy’s door as she was home for the weekend,  and when she told him to come in he poked his head round finding her led in the dark, her face illuminated by her phone.

“Going to bed Em.” he said gently “Don’t be on that all night.”

“Yes dad.” she rolled her eyes and he arched an eyebrow at her.

“You might be 20 but less of the cheek.” he teased as she flashed him a smile.

“Love you pops.” she grinned cheekily.

He snorted “You too, sleep well.”

With that he shut the door and headed into the bedroom. Katie was in the en-suite, he could hear the tap running. Taking a deep breath he moved to stand in front of the mirror, gently casting his eyes over his reflection. At first glance he didn’t look that different but hitching his top up slightly he glanced at his torso, and there was no mistaking it. The definition in his abs had definitely decreased and the hard plane of muscle seemed to be giving way to something less toned.

The door to the bathroom opened and he let go of the hem of his top, just a little bit too late and Katie paused, looking at him.

“Everything ok?” she frowned.

“Yeah.” he nodded, brushing her concern off. “I’m going for a shower.”

He headed to door of their bathroom, and then she spoke softly, her voice cracking and her words made him stop in his tracks.

“Stevie, you’re scaring me.” she said gently and he turned to face her. The utter hurt on her face made him want to die, as she blinked and looked down at the floor .“Why are you pushing me away all of a sudden? We haven’t had sex in 5 days now. Don’t you…” she trailed off, not looking up, her words catching in her throat as she struggled to voice the question she was petrified of hearing the answer do “Do you not want to or something? I know I’m not what I used to be Steve, but…”

Steve felt his chest contract as he looked at his wife, his heart breaking that she could even think that he didn’t find her attractive. He hadn’t up until then given a second thought as to how his actions could be making her feel as insecure as he was and right now he hated himself for that.

“No, honey…it’s not that. God, it’s nothing, like that, at all.“

“Then is it someone else?” she cut him off quietly, raising her head to look at him, her eyes swimming with tears.

“What?” he looked at her, utterly stunned.

She swallowed, “I asked if there was someone else.” she held his gaze

“Jesus, fuck, no!” he shook his head, appalled at the mere mention of such a thing “Of course not.”

“So it is me.”

“Katie…stop…” He stepped forward and took both her hands in his “You’re beautiful. I swear this isn’t you-“

“Oh, don’t you dare give me the this isn’t you, it’s me line or I swear to God…” Katie glared up at him and he gave an exasperated groan.

“Honey, I swear…this has nothing to do with you.” he tried to assure her, pulling her in closer and wrapping his arms around him but it didn’t work.

“Then what is it?” Katie whispered into his chest and he pulled back to look at her, his hands cradling her face “Baby, talk to me.”

With a loud sigh he moved away, sinking onto the foot of the bed, He reached out, his hands on her hips and he pulled her in between his legs so she was stood looking down at him, her hand resting on his shoulders.

“I noticed a few things recently.” he said, his head looking down at the carpet. “About me…” he glanced up “You know how Bruce ran all those tests on me after I came back after those 15 years?”

“Yeah.”

“Well he said then that the serum wasn’t infallible. And that over time it would most likely work itself out of my system. But the older I got the faster that would happen.”

“I know Steve.” Katie frowned, “We went through all this.”

“Well I guess I just wasn’t prepared for how fast that was gonna happen, that’s all.”

“What do you mean?” she pressed “Are you sick?”

“No.” he shook his head “Nothing like that. Just…” he shook his head and snorted “God this sounds so vain but I guess I’ve gotten that used to looking in the mirror and seeing myself in such good shape, spotting that I’m changing…well, it was a bit of a shock and I was worried…”

“About what?” “That you might not…” “Oh, Stevie…” Katie blinked “That’s what this is about? Your stomach?”

“You noticed?”

“Well, yeah.” she shrugged, her hands rubbing his shoulders “I’m your wife…it hasn’t happened all of a sudden, it’s…” He groaned “I knew you’d seen…”

“Yeah, and I don’t care!” she sighed, shaking her head “Soldier,I know as much as anyone how hard it is coping with changes to your body.  And so do you, it must have been a shock when you actually had the serum in the first place…”

“It’s not just the muscles.” he sighed, waving a hand to his beard. “This is going grey, my hair is too. My knees were ever so slightly aching after my run the other day…”

“Ok, first off…this…” she reached down, her nails scraping through his beard “This is hot. There’s a reason Brooke calls you the silver fox… and why half your students write that they want to do very rude things to you on twitter, which by the way really grosses Emmy out…”  Steve chuckled a little, his hands sliding up the back of Katie’s thighs as she cocked her head and looked down at him. “And as for the rest of it, so what if you’re going a little...soft...around the edges.” “Soft?” he looked up at her, a small smile curling at the edge of his mouth.

“Well, it’s not like you’ve gone fat Steve.” Katie shrugged, “But whatever, the point is you’re hot and you still turn me the fuck on, maybe even more so now than when you were that pristine, fresh faced Brooklyn boy I first met in that Boxing Gym all those years ago.”

He looked at her, studying her expression as she cupped his face in her hands, keeping his gaze on her.

“And don’t tell me you don’t believe me because if you do that means you’ve been a big, fat liar about the fact you tell me that you find me even more sexy now than before we had kids.” she arched an eyebrow and he snorted a she moved to straddle him where he was perched on the end of the bed, her knees falling either side of his thighs.

“You’re the man I wake up to every morning, the man that kisses me fucking senseless, the man that’s helping me raise our children, the man who can still bring me straight to me knees with a single look my way.” she smiled.

“A single look?” he quipped.

“Yes, and you know it.”

He shook his head before he sighed, his hands resting on her hips. “I guess I’m just worried that one day…it’s all gonna be gone and…” “Remember what you said to me when I had Jamie?” Katie cut him off “When I was struggling with how I looked and to try and make me understand you asked me how I’d feel about you if we woke up one morning and the serum effects had all gone?”

She held his gaze before she continued “I told you then that it wouldn’t change a thing about how I felt about you. Did you believe me?”

Steve was silent for a second before he nodded “Of course I believed you, Doll..”

“So why on Earth would you suddenly think any of that has changed?” she looked at him “Serum effects or no serum effects… I don’t give a fuck Steve, you’re mine.”

Steve believed her, of course he did. He knew all this was in his head, but fuck if it wasn’t hard to let it take over, thinking back to being that little kid from Brooklyn that no one gave a second glance to.

“I got one word for you baby.” Katie said softly, her hands gripping at the hem of his Henley “Dumbasses.”

And jesus, suddenly he was catapulted back to that moment some 15 years or so ago on their first date,

“Well, personally, I think all those girls that picked Bucky over you were dubmasses. I’ve seen the photos of you before all this happened…” she raised her free hand and held out her index finger, and gestured up and down his torso “You were sweet”

He chuckled and took a drink of his beer “You know I heard that a lot…you’re really sweet and all but…“

“Like I said…”she leaned back in her chair slightly, “Dumbasses”

He shook his head as he peeked up at her, “Fucking hell I swear to God you can read my mind at times.”

“Nope…”she said, pulling his top up “I just know you. Now take this off.”

He arched an eyebrow but didn’t protest, instead he held his arms up so she could pull his henley over his head before she pushed him back, making him lay flat. He easily shifted them both, so they were a little further up the bed as her fingertips gently traced down his biceps.

“I love how you can wrap me in these, keep anything and everything from hurting me.” she looked at him, her eyes locked onto his as she started shifting slightly, her hands continued down his forearms before her fingers found his, lacing them together. “How your hands can be so gentle and soft yet also hard when I need them to be, how they’d kill for me, for any of us.”  she raised his left hand to her mouth and brushed her lips over his platinum wedding band “A soldier, a man made for fighting yet who’s  been nothing but gentle and loving with me and the kids…” she moved his hands to both her hips before she leaned down and pressed her lips to his, before she pulled back and smiled at him as she started sliding down his chest, peppering kisses down his sternum, the kisses punctuated by her words “my husband, my best friend, my lover, my baby daddy….”

Steve’s breath hitched a little as she moved downwards, lips gliding over his treasure trail and she peeked back up at him with those lust blown pupils and bit her bottom lip “You know how good this makes me feel, when you press against me over and over when you’re making me yours.”

She moved back so her hips were once more straddling his and Steve flexed underneath her. All that rubbing and brushing against him with every move she made had gotten him hard as fuck.  He was aching for her.

Feeling him she looked at him, grinning. “And there’s certainly nothing soft about that.”

Steve let out a little chuckle and he couldn’t help but relax and enjoy right where they were at that moment. “You might have had a hand in that.”

Katie grinned. She loved having that kind of power over him, it was a fucking turn on.

“I’ll have a hand in your pants in a minute Soldier.”

“A minute seems an awfully long time to wait…” he said, pushing up against her again as she let out a soft sigh at the feel of him.

“Another reason I love you.” she smirked “Because I know you’re gonna leave me seeing stars within the next half hour. 10 minutes if we’re skipping foreplay.”

“Is this not the foreplay Doll?” he asked, his hands gripping her hips, fingers brushing the strip of skin just above her sleep shorts where her top had ridden up slightly, and he groaned inwardly as he saw her nipples were hard, peeking at him though the soft material of her cami.

“We can call it that if you want…” she said, rolling her hips, grinding against him again.

“You’re killing me sweetheart.” he groaned.

She rolled her hips against his again, splaying her hands on his chest “Nope, I can’t feel a shred of weakness underneath me…” “Ok…” Steve said, and with a swift movement he flipped her over so he was underneath him drawing a startled gasp from her which merged into that adorable, dirty little giggle he knew and loved “I’m done talking now.”

“Good.” She said, fisting her hand in the chain round his neck she dragged him down for a fierce, demanding kiss before she pulled back and looked at him “Fuck me like you own me, Cap.”

Her words fired something in his belly and he let out the growl that had been bubbling in his throat. His lips pressed to hers as if his life depended on it, his hands reached down and grabbed the straps of her top, pulling down harshly, the sound of ripping fabric filling the room.

Katie pulled back and looked at him “Did you seriously just do that? Again?”

“Look, sweetheart.” he glanced at her “You told me to fuck you like I owned you. I’m trying. So shut up.”

Whatever quick response Katie had been thinking up died in her throat as with a quick movement Steve grabbed her hips and flipped her over, once more drawing that dirty little giggle that he loved so much from her throat. His fingers gently traced a line down from her neck to the base of her spine before he gripped at the flesh over her hipbones and pulled her upwards so she was presented in front of him. Taking more care this time, he slid her shorts down, before he shimmied out of his sweats, his fingers tracing the inside of her thigh, bending over, his lips following their path. As he got to the top of her inside thigh, his kisses became gentle bites and then without warning he inserted 2 fingers inside her.

“Fuck…” Katie stuttered, her hips bucking backwards. Steve’s fingers started to move, gently, then harder, his mouth kissing all around the top of her thighs as she moved back and forth, fucking herself on his hand. He watched her for a minute or so, his fingers curling and pushing…and then they stopped. Katie whimpered, and Steve smirked as he bent over, nipping at her neck.

“You know I love you, right?” he said softly, his mouth caressing her pulse point as she rolled her head back, his hand slid up to her throat holding her face still as he kissed her, hard.

“Yeah, I love you too Solider” Katie panted into his kiss.

His fingers danced over the soft skin of her outside thighs and both his hands pulled her backwards as he pushed straight into her, making her cry out softly at the depth.

His rhythm was slow at first, hands on her hips before he quickened, the depth of this angle driving Katie wild. She writhed and moaned as he filled her, brushing against that spot inside her and she couldn’t get enough of him, her face buried into the pillow, pelvis pushed back against him as he thrust in deeply, again and again.

“You’re all mine…” he said hoarsely as he leaned forward, his chest pressing into her back as his teeth grazed her ear, biting down softly, “There’ll never be anyone else, never baby girl.”

His voice was punctuated by his grunts as he thrust into his wife again and again, his fingers tightening on her skin, knowing full well he’d probably leave bruises but not giving a shred of care. And neither did she, the more people that saw those marks, the better, the signs she was his for the world to see…it drove her wild with passion and lust and she couldn’t help but rock back against him, begging him to push deeper, drive her to the edge and back again, which he was more than happy to do.

“Say you believe me…” Steve all but growled as he thrust into her fiercely, his hand tightening slightly around her throat causing her to grab at the sheets in her hand “Say you believe me that there’s no one who comes close…”

“I believe you…” Katie cried out loudly, her voice punctuated by desperate moans as she tilted her head back as he continued nipping at her neck, pounding into her. “No one else.”

She was lost, lost in the sensation of her soldier fucking her senseless, just like she had asked him to. Those hands that she loved, that were normally so soft and gentle with her were now gripping at her hips, curling into her soft skin, pulling her back with each thrust. His lips, the ones she was so used to whispering soft nothing into her ear, or placing gentle kisses to her neck were biting and sucking at her throat as if his life depended on it, praising her, telling her what a pretty girl, amazing momma and beautiful wife she was. Coupled with the consistent pounding between her legs she was lost in an utter whirl of love and lust and she could feel the coil in her belly beginning to tighten as Steve maintained his pace, not once relenting.

Steve could read the signs well enough by now to know she was close. Moving one hand he slid it down between her legs, stroking at her clit drawing a loud gasp from her lips as she bucked back onto him, her legs trembling.

“Stevie… I’m gonna…”

“Come on doll…” he said gently into her ear “Come for me…”

“Oh, God…”  her voice was low, soft, as her words became nothing but a babble of noises as she lost control, her body shaking as she cried out, the world tipping on its axis completely as she became completely unaware of anything other than the sensation between her legs as she came, hard, pulsing and tightening down around him.

Steve felt it, he always did, and he continued to drive into her, fucking her through it before he realised he wanted to see her, wanted those green eyes he knew and loved locked onto his, so with a quick pull back he moved out of her and flipped her over again onto her back before she could even think about what he was doing. With a grunt he buried himself into her again, propping himself up on his elbows, his hands cupping her face as his lips crashed onto hers for a dirty, sloppy kiss that was all mouth and tongue.

He reached down, grabbing at her knee, slinging it over her shoulder as he rutted into her, driving hard, over and over, the dirty noise of wetness filled the room, skin hitting skin as he picked up the pace driving and seeking his own release. Katie’s hands gripped at his back, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust again and again, her eyes locked onto his. His pupils were blown with desire, those baby blues she knew and loved had darkened to a steel grey and knowing that after 15 years and a lifetime of ups and downs that she could still elicit this effect on him was enough to blow her mind. She loved this man, with every single inch of her body, and always would.

Steve dropped his head, his hips not once faltering as his mouth nipped at her chest, sucking, biting, the bruises forming almost instantly but he couldn’t give a fuck. This woman was his, no one else’s, and in turn he wanted her to realise that. He needed her to understand that there wasn’t a single person on this fucking planet, hell, the universe that would ever make him feel like this. As his lips moved to that spot on her neck he dropped her leg down and felt her breath hitch again and she let out a soft wail, her hips bucking upwards as she wrapped her legs around him, heels digging into his ass.

“I got you baby…” he whispered, his voice punctuated by his own pants “Come on, give it to me…” With a gasp, her head titled back, eyes fluttered shut as her hands gripped at his strong arms and she came again which was enough to send him catapulting off the edge right behind her. Her legs grew tighter around his slim hips, gripping at him, pulling him closer as he stuttered, groaned and then pitched forward, his torso slick with sweat as he lay still, face pressed into her neck, surrendering to the utter bliss that consumed him.

Steve gently kissed Katie’s neck, breathing deeply. That had been intense and felt like it had risen from his very toes. His mind was still caught in that post-coital fog of bliss, and his body felt like it was light, floating even, but as Katie shifted underneath him, her lips gently pressing to his temple, he realised he wasn’t floating, nor was he light. He went to move, to roll off her but she caught him immediately, her hands flying to his arms as she looked at her.

“Don’t” she whispered.

“Honey I’ll crush…” “No, you won’t” she shook her head, “Relax, please soldier just…”

Steve licked his lips, and gently dropped back onto his elbow, pressing a little more of his weight on top of her. Katie sighed, her forehead resting on his collar bone, face nuzzling into his chest, her hands softly gliding up his back. Despite his worry, Steve felt himself relax into his wife as he held her in his arms. Katie sighed contently.

“Feels so nice, just lay here…” she said softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. “You always pull away far too fast.”

Steve took a deep breath “I don’t mean to Doll, I just know I’m way bigger and…” “Steve…” Katie moved her hand so she raised a single finger to his lips, shushing him “Stop.” After a moment or so of tensing up he allowed himself to relax completely, her hands dancing up his spine and he gave a soft hum of contentment as she pressed a kiss to his jawline and he felt her lips curl into a smile against his beard.

“What?” he asked softly, moving so he looked down at her.

“Nothing, just I love you.” she said honestly, her eyes locking onto his. “Forever.” Steve chuckled as he pressed his lips to hers “Good, because I’m not going anywhere.”

“Glad to hear it.” Katie smiled, brushing a hand through his hair “And for the record…I’m all about more cushin’ for the pushin’”

At that Steve let out a loud laugh as she giggled along with him, his mouth once more claiming hers

“Looks like I am too, baby girl.”

After another minute or so, Steve finally relented and moved, his softening cock pulling out as he rolled over onto his back, giving a sigh.

“You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah, course…I could use a drink though.” Katie smiled.

Steve leaned over, pressed a kiss to her mouth before he moved, located his boxers and after a promise of being back soon he headed out onto the landing.

Emmy emerged from her room at the same time, leaning on her doorframe as she shot him a look “You two are disgusting.”

“What?” he blinked, standing still as he looked at her.

“Seriously…you need to soundproof your room! I mean how would you feel if you heard me and Pete?” “I better not hear you and Pete.” he shot back, hands falling to his hips as he fixed his eldest with a glare.

She shrugged before she looked him up and down, and rolled her eyes “Fuck, I’m glad Brooke isn’t here…I’m sick of her telling me you’re a snack…”

With that she turned back into her room, shutting the door behind her. Steve stood still, looking at the now closed doorframe before he grinned to himself.

“Rogers, you still got it.” he laughed softly, before he bounded down the stairs to grab a bottle of water.

[grimecrow]

Headcanons For My OT3! (Parkingsmith - Dead By Daylight)

I’ve never had an OT3 before and this I never understood OT3s as a concept. Then this just naturally happened and while I was initially confused I very quickly came to realize how much I liked the idea of it.

Honestly I’m scared and shamed for even enjoying this though honestly there is no reason to feel that way. Guess it’s just my reflexive nature to try to tear myself down when something makes me happy. 

Sidenote if you know a better name than Parkingsmith let me know! I suck at naming ships. x.x

Anyhow...headcanons!

1. Quentin - bisexual, panromantic.

    Steve - bisexual, aromantic

    Jake - Asexual, panromantic

2. Quentin loves Jake because of how grounding and calm he is. Jake is a pillar of stability and strength. No matter how shaken up he gets, no matter how terrifying or upsetting things are some soft words and a strong embrace from Jake can calm him down once more.

3. Quentin if asked doesn’t know why he loves Steve, he never realized he loves Steve. There is just something about Harrington that pushes away the darkness, an endless light that helps lighten the load he feels in this darkness. It doesn’t help that Steve is ridiculously good looking, and there is something extra charming to him when he’s a bit of a dork or puts his foot in his mouth and panics.

4. Steve loves Quentin because...he doesn’t know why. Not in any way that can be put into words. He doesn’t know why he loves Jake either. Honestly he doesn’t get romance and cannot process his own emotions well. At first it was cause Quentin is well...who doesn’t love the look of a good swimmer? And Jake totally has that man of the woods look. Both exceptionally choice looks for what Steve likes.

5. The more time he spent around Quentin the more he just found himself attached to the guy. He doesn’t know how to put it into words. He just doesn’t but it went from ‘oh wow he’s hot’ to ‘oh wow I love him’.

6. Jake’s a little easier to understand...kinda. When Steve is being ‘a bit much’ as some would say Jake pulls him back to Earth. When Steve is fronting or being a dick Jake cuts right through it. He doesn’t talk down to Steve though, it’s different than others who have done it to him in the past. He can tell there is concern and care in the tone Jake uses even if the words can be harsh.

7. Given his track record before the Mist Steve doesn’t understand how he got lucky enough to find someone that loves him let alone two people.

8. Steve doesn’t believe he deserves what he has.

9. Steve is also eternally touch starved. He can cuddle with one or both for hours and the moment he’s alone some subconscious fear of losing them or that they figured out that he isn’t worth their time has him desperately wanting to be in any kind of physical contact with either of them. Though he works hard to try to control that urge as he doesn’t want to seem clingy or needy and screw things up.

10. Whenever it’s just two of them laying down together Steve is always little spoon. If the three of them lay down together Steve is always middle spoon so he can snuggle in and enjoy maximum contact.

11. When Quentin tries to sleep, one of the other two watch over him and Quentin be restless till he can get into some position where he can hold them like a teddy bear. 

12. If Freddy hasn’t been too badly lately and it’s Steve’s turn to watch over the sleeping Quentin the moment Quentin applies his teddy bear hold on Harrington Steve is out like a light. 

13. If Freddy has been rough recently though Steve can stay awake and vigilant like a hawk for up to thirty hours if he needs to. Hyper focused on Quentin looking for any sign of distress or problem, even if it’s only shown by the tiniest tremors under the skin. 

14. When it’s Jake’s turn to watch over Quentin he just gets Quentin into the position his sleepy guy needs to fall asleep quickly then just uses the time to think over recent developments in the Mist or talk quietly with others. If Quentin locks in his teddy bear hold he’s not waking up unless Freddy comes or he actually gets enough sleep, soft whispering won’t bother him.

15. When it’s Steve’s turn to watch over Quentin Jake will check to see if Steve has fallen asleep before he himself would go to bed. If Steve has Jake just quietly sits on the other side of Steve to help Harrington feel more comfy and keeps an eye on Quentin.

16. Jake loves Quentin because Quentin feels like a kindred spirit. Apparently being tormented by Freddy for so long has Quentin not caring about the frivolous crap that Jake doesn’t care about. Jake finds he can open up to Quentin and even if Quentin doesn’t fully get it, he always feels that Quentin gets him. An emotional connection started forming and before he knew it Jake is where he is now.

17. At first Steve and Jake were kind of like oil and water. Steve just screamed to be everything Jake’s parents wanted Jake to be. As time went on though Steve seemed to mellow, or maybe Jake mellowed. As he got to know the real Steve he found himself drawn to the one thing he was missing in the woods though he’d never say it out loud. Steve has a level of almost hyperactive joy and light in him that is always there even when Steve’s at his darkest, moodiest, or most hopeless. Jake honestly doesn’t have that, and he thought he didn’t need it. Peace and serenity were enough. It’s amazing how much you miss connecting to those types of feelings, how much you didn’t realize you needed them in your life till you’ve gone without then find it once more.

18. While Quentin and Steve can at times get very physically intense that’s not really Jake’s cup of tea. It’s not that they are guys, or not physically good looking he’s just not into that. Something the other two respect a great deal, even going so far as to try to avoid the more intimate activities around Jake, or at least checking if Jake would be uncomfortable if they proceeded while he was with them.

19. Not that Jake doesn’t partake once in a while to help give one of his guys that little extra bit of attention and happiness. This is an exceptionally, exceptionally rare event though.

19. Jake is very into hugging, kissing and holding. Of the three he’s the most comfortable with engaging in public displays of affection.

20. While Steve gets both a little embarrassed and a lot giddy when he receives a random hug, spooning or smooch from one of his guys.

That’s all I’ve got at the moment, though to be fair it’s only been a couple of days. Maybe I’ll share more in the future.

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.20

Feel You Closer

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)  x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader      Word count: 3900

Summary: You remember. It’s time you reacquainted with your soulmate.

That’s what you should do, right? Just feel him as close to you as possible.

Warnings: swearing, 18+, nsfw, very light D/s, so much fluff

A/N: Yeah, there’s minimum plot (a bit at the beginning, read that if you want to avoid the explicit chapter and still want to understand what stunt ‘Nat’ will pull next chapter)

A/N 2: Me: I’m not a smut writer. Also me: two last fics/chapters posted on tumblr being explicit. Oops.

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You walked to the room hand in hand, unseen and unheard. Besides Jarvis, of course, but you didn’t even count him anymore. After the many times you had stayed in the Tower, you grew even fond of him. He really was programmed to be sassy, just like his creator, and sass was a language you spoke.

The idea hit you with the snap of the door and you instantly burst into giggles. Steve casted a curious, but warm gaze at your schoolgirl-like fit.

“Tony doesn’t know,” you explained, only to see no understanding dawning on Steve’s face. “He doesn’t know I remember. I have a very strong need to mess with him, even though we had a nice talk.”

“…you had a nice talk?” Steve asked, bewildered. Looking back at it, you were a bit surprised too – but then again, you weren’t. Tony was much more than he let on.

“Uh-uh. Yeah. I asked him about me. About us.”

A shadow of hurt fell on Steve’s face and you realized what it looked like, you seeking another man.

“It wasn’t that I didn’t trust you!” you blurted out immediately, seeing clearly that it didn’t convince him. “I just wanted a different opinion on me. You’re a bit… biased.”

The frown on his face smoothened, the pool of sadness in his eyes gradually vanishing. Instead, his brows lifted along with one corner of his lips.

“Biased?”

“Yep. You were all waxing poetic about me, how amazing I was. I wanted a second opinion, because I knew for sure I… wasn’t… that… that perfect,” you trailed off as Steve’s smile grew wider and wider with each word. “What?”

“And you decided to go to Tony of all people?”

You were surprised by that question. Steve was usually more the one to dwell on you actually being amazing and astounding and stuff, fast to assure you when he spotted only a trace of self-consciousness on you. Not today, apparently, as he focused on the fact you went to the child of a man in the flying suit. You grinned, not minding a bit.

“…that’s fair. But cut me some slack, he looked like he’d be the one to speak openly.”

Steve gave a short laugh, amused twinkle in his eyes. The change in him ever since he had learned you remembered was so stark you couldn’t tear you gaze away. It was mesmerizing – now, his smiles and laughter radiated true happiness.

“That I can’t argue with. Now, what kind of messing around are we talking about?”

At that, you smirked. “Your clothes. I wanna wear your clothes and I need Jarvis to tell me exactly what comment Tony and Clint made when I first entered the kitchen wearing your stuff.”

You might have had more than one goal when saying this. It wasn’t just to cause Tony a fit later… you might want to nudge Steve’s fantasy, knowing all too well what his clothes on you symbolized and how much he enjoyed you wearing them despite denying it till his last breath.

His eyes did grow rounder, much to your satisfaction. You bit your lip, attempting to hide the smirk battling to show on your face for a whole different reason now.

“Maybe throw a bit of foul language in?” you continued and Steve closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. “Just imagine his face – me, walking in, him wanting to comment and me encouraging him, talking about how I actually got thoroughly fucked the previous evening.”

“Every time,” Steve grunted and you tilted your head in wonder, the grin wining the fight and finding its way on your face.

“Mm?”

Steve’s eyes snapped open, black as night, his irises barely visible. Ohhh, this was even better than you had imagined.

“Every time I think I know just how much trouble you are…” he rasped, taking a step closer, forcing you to walk backwards, your back hitting the door after only two steps, effectively trapping you between his frame and the hard surface, an inch between your bodies remaining.

Your breathing ragged as if on command, heart speeding up in anticipation. Steve’s hands rose, palms resting by your head at each side, his face leaning to yours. Your teeth released your lower lip in order to wet it with your tongue, drawing Steve’s gaze like a magnet. Your breath hitched when his lips stayed so painfully close you could feel the heat but didn’t touch, your eyes fluttering close at the sensation. God, your belly was already burning.

“…you always prove me wrong…” he hummed, brushing your lips with his own. You nearly whined when he parted almost instantly and you intended to follow, only for Steve to have your hair trapped in one of his hands to make sure you stayed put. That simple gesture caused your underwear to dampen. “Talking like that when you’re injured and you know nothing can happen.”

His mouth moved to shower your chin and throat with attention, torturously light touches, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Your knees buckled, Steve’s hand quick to catch you, squeezing you between his body and the door to keep you upright.

“See, that’s what I’m talking about. You can barely stand. I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled to your throat, but honestly, he didn’t sound convincing in the slightest. More like—more like the opposite actually. He even sounded… demanding?

Did he really start a game now? A little role-play? That’s new.

“But… but I was cleared to leave medical,” you whispered, testing the waters, earning a satisfied grunt.

Oh god, this was happening. There had been glimpses of this before, the dominance; you were pretty sure Steve enjoyed it mostly because of how underestimated he had been before the serum, but the reason didn’t quite matter. It was important that he liked it and you never minded when it showed a little. Now though… oh boy.

“That’s true,” he mused, tickling the side of your neck with his warm breath. “And I was left to take care of you… in charge of your treatment. What only will I do with you, doll?”

Powerplay. This was a powerplay and given how much you trusted Steve, knowing he wouldn’t actually hurt you when playing, you were totally on board.  

The pool of wetness on your underwear only confirmed it.

Steve’s hand urged you to answer, squeezing your hip. Your whole body tingled, a tiny whimper escaping you.

You just needed him close now. With all the madness that had happened, there was nothing you needed more than to feel his body on yours, his hands, his lips, his everything, just to know you two were.

“Anything you want,” you breathed and Steve’s hips thrust forward, deliciously adding friction between your bodies. He was hard as rock and you had a pretty good idea what would make him even harder. You were saving it for now… soon, though.

He raised his head, facing you again, his hand releasing your hair in order to run the pad of his thumb over your lower lip, watching the motion as if hypnotized.

“Anything, you say? That’s quite daring, doll…”

This was it. This was the time.

You peeked at him from under your eyelashes as your tongue kitten-licked his thumb. He didn’t even flinch, but you knew he would at your next words.

“Anything, sir.”

It was his turn to whimper, his hips bucking again, his mouth smacking to yours, both of his hands falling to your waist.

“God, I missed you so much, all of you. Are you sure you’re okay?” he whispered urgently before devouring your mouth again, nearly breathing you in with the vigour. “Tell me and I stop.”

You grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

“I missed you too. And yes. All yours… sir.”

“Christ, woman!”

His palms took handfuls of your backside firmly and your giddy giggle got lost in the moan you both let out, swallowed by the other, your hips moving in synch.

Out of blue, he grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your sides, the display of strength once again sending a thrill through your body.

“Keep them here until I give you the permission to move, okay?” he ordered, the low timbre of his voice striking something right inside your core.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what, doll?” he coaxed, voice deliciously dark.

Oh wow, just wow. You were pretty sure your core just started throbbing.

“Yes, sir.”  

“That’s right,” he praised, taking your mouth again, wordlessly asking for access, though more demanding than usual. You parted your lips, welcoming his tongue as he swept it along your teeth and then met yours.

The order he had given you was way harder than you anticipated; keeping your hands to yourself while his own roamed your body, guiding your hips to meet his for more friction and making your body feel like floating in a sea of pleasure, cupping your breasts… his mouth was taking yours as if his life depended on it, breathing you in and nibbling, retreating only to suck at your neck just when you wanted him, needed him kissing you on your lips… it was the sweetest torture. You craved for his mouth and all you had to do was to touch him and pull him back to you.

But you weren’t allowed.

“Hands up,” he hissed, already tugging at your shirt before you registered what he asked you to do. Your body obeyed automatically, but with delay. Steve didn’t seem to mind, his skilful fingers finding the opening of your bra instead of simply waiting. Before you knew it, your torso was bare, your chest peppered with kisses and a mark sucked under your collarbone.

“Steve…” escaped your lips, your hands twitching, refusing to return to your sides, finding his muscles instead.

He hummed discontentedly, guiding them back to stay along the wall. You couldn’t but whine.

“Please.”

“Please what?” he whispered to your skin and you nearly banged the back of your head against the wall, stopping the last half-inch away. You had hit your head, after all.

“Please, sir. Can I…” Your own breathy moan interrupted your plea when he licked at your nipple. Christ, Steve. “Can I touch you?”

“Mmm…” he hummed, the vibration making the worst and the best things to your brain. You were completely at his mercy and you didn’t even care. Hell, you were enjoying it, but God, you needed to feel his body under your hands. “Not yet.”

The mewl that left your lips was borderline embarrassing, more so since Steve’s mouth left your breast and soothed you with a sweet and dirty kiss, your tongues tangling together.

“Just a little longer. Let me appreciate you, doll. You’re so, so pretty…”

His hot breath, soft lips and a dart of a tongue trailed down your front, one of his hand easily slipping under the hem of your jeans, while the other already worked on the button and tugged them to your knees. He kneeled, glancing up at you with a wicked smile as he stripped them completely with only a little help.

Steve guided your left leg over his shoulder and this time the noise you made was utterly embarrassing, a blend of a squeak, a moan and a whimper and Jesus fucking Christ. He didn’t even get his mouth on you, just the anticipation enough to flood your core. You knew how good he was at that and just the thought-

“Oh, doll, you’re soaking…”

Something in you wanted to snark that yes, you noticed, but another voice, the one that was ridiculously enjoying this game, shut the urge up and whispered another words for you to say.

“Y-yes, sir. Because of you,” your voice trembled slightly and when he looked up at you from his filthy position again, lop-sided smirk on his handsome and usually so innocent face, you were done for.

His finger ran up your slit, making you flinch and bite your lip.

“And just what should I do about it, mm…” he kissed your inner thigh, giving you a very good idea as if you hadn’t had one before. “Would you like me to take care of it? Use my tongue?”

He. Was. So. Fucking. Filthy. And. Mouthy.

And you should feel humiliated at responding him, but you didn’t. You loved it.

“Please… sir,” you breathed out, which gained you another kiss, higher this time, just below the waistline of your panties, one finger looping in them; a sharp tug and they were gone, making you gasp.

“Since you said ‘please’… but you’re gotta watch, doll, alright?”

You gulped. You weren’t sure you were able to do that. You’d come in seconds.

Still, you nodded.

“Speak up, my sweet girl...”

“Yes, sir.”

The first lap of his tongue caused your fists to clench with the need to hold onto something. Anything. His hair looked suitable enough, just like his free shoulder. You chewed on your lower lip.

As if hearing your thoughts, he led your hands to hold onto him. It was bliss – and a freaking reassurance, because you really didn’t want to fall. Not that he would ever let you, but better be sure.

You could barely stand and you couldn’t stand it. The sight of Steve devouring you like this, bringing indescribable pleasure tingling in every cell of your body with his clever tongue was too much. He didn’t even need to use his fingers, finding spots to drive you insane just by licking at them.

You came with a breathy cry, your pulse loud in your ears and with your legs getting wobbly at instant; you were lucky he held you so firmly. He sucked on your clit, sending shocks through your already overwhelmed body, forcing you to moan his name and arch your back. He worked you through it, alternating between praises and soothing your weepy core, slowly driving you down.

You couldn’t fucking speak. Your eyes snapped open when he shifted, lowering your leg back to the ground, placing a kiss under your navel.

“You good?” he rasped and it took a lot of effort to actually reply instead of simply nodding.

“Yes.” He waited. Right. “Sir.”

His big palms caressed your hips, kissing the skin there.

“Feel like returning the favour, doll?” he asked, voice sultry as much as his gaze.

He would have looked innocent, peeking at you from under his eyelashes like that, but his blown irises gave his arousal away. And you knew better than that, very well-aware of where is mouth had just been.

“Be a good girl like that?” he added, causing the air catch in your throat despite your breathing raging.

How was such praise striking something in you, making you want to do anything just to hear it again? Was this just him or did you have a kink you hadn’t been aware of?

It didn’t matter now. You needed to turn off your brain and enjoy this fully.

“If-if that’s what you want, sir,” you stuttered, his forehead resting against your abdomen at the statement. It brought a satisfied smile to your face – perhaps you weren’t the only one who was a little overwhelmed. You stroked his scalp gently. “Anything to please you.”

He let out a choked noise, rising to his feet at instant, his mouth catching yours in a sweet and salty kiss, his unmistakable jeans-cladded hard rocking into your heat.

“Mouthy, aren’t you? Get on your knees, doll,” he ordered as he spun you, suddenly him being the one with his back against the wall.

You obediently slid down and he lost the shirt that was crying for help on his muscled body anyway. It was a mouth-watering sight even from down there. You wordlessly asked for permission to undo his belt, having it granted. You released him from both, his pants and boxers, his erection springing free. Shit, you almost forgot how big he was.

Steve’s hand tenderly slipped into your hair, guiding you to look up. You were surprised when you saw the fraction of concern in his eyes, a question perhaps, breaking the character he had seemed to slide into rather easily.

The pool of warmth in your chest at the gesture was as unexpected as the act itself. Was it strange, perhaps cowardly of you, that you loved he kept checking with you just to make sure that everything he did was alright with you? Did it make you unadventurous and boring that the fact he showed you every now and then that you could trust him completely, was the biggest turn-on of all?

You smiled at him shyly, the simple lift of the corners of your lips reciprocated instantly. The pad of his thumb swept over your lower lip, sending a shiver down your spine.

‘Anything to please you,’ your own words echoed in your head, resonating with truth. You loved him. You did want to make him happy so badly, as much as you knew he wanted you to be.

You kissed the tip of his member, soon taking him between your lips. His hand never released your hair, though his eyelids fluttered shut, shameless moan of satisfaction escaping him. It only encouraged you.

Steve wouldn’t let you finish him and what an early finish would it have been. He pulled your head away, tugging you upright and locking your mouths in a kiss as his hand did the job for you. You would have been confused and maybe even hurt by that action, but you knew him. You knew that no matter what game he was playing, he needed to be certain you would be alright.

“Didn’t want you to strain yourself,” he breathed into your mouth, his voice trembling with aftershock, sucking gently on your lips, his arm wrapped around your waist securely to hold you close with little care for how sticky you both were now thanks to his release.

“I know,” you whispered back, meeting his gaze in a haze, the affection for you written all over his face hitting you like a train. “I love you.”

“And I love you. More than you’ll ever know.”

A teasing smile tucked at the corner of your lips. “Show me? Please, sir?”

He choked out a laugh, his hold getting stronger on you, something poking your stomach as it came back to life.

“Troublemaker, doll. That’s what you are,” he hummed, grinning with a delicious mixture of sweet and intense, like dark chocolate. His not so clean hand cupped your bottom and one of his long fingers teased around your still dripping core. His nose nuzzled your hair, his lips brushing your earlobe with a filthy whisper. “I might have to fuck that cheekiness out of you.”

You gulped at that promise delivered in such foul language, your heart pounding in your chest right against his. Yes, please. It might help with the headache that was slowly beginning to bother you once more.

“Looking forward to it… sir.”

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Steve clearly felt adventurous, indulging the dominance and the power he held and you gladly let him, knowing the reward would – uh – come in the end. You lost count on how many times he brought you to the very edge only to let you descend again, never letting you tip over and fall. The orgasm that followed when he finally did, your walls clenching around him like a vice, was something you had never experienced before and that said something, considering Steve had been your lover for some time now. It felt like sparkles exploded in every single cell of your body, pounding with never-ending bliss, his cock throbbing in you and sending another flare through your body like in a vicious circle.

Apparently, you had been in Heaven once – and right now, Steve surely gave you a taste of what was it like, because there could not be another explanation. The afterglow was so warm and wonderful you basked in it for God knew how long.

When you finally came back to yourself, Steve’s fingers were tenderly threading in your hair, his lips on your temple. Your eyes fluttered open, causing him to stop and search your face with attentive eyes as he kept himself propped on his elbow.

“Hey, doll, are you okay?” he fussed softly, his breathing back to normal. He was still sporting an adorable flush down his face and chest, an evidence of the effort made and the satisfaction that followed.

“Yeah. This was… wow.”

“Yeah?” he grinned, wounding up a strand of your hair around his finger. His eyes were sparkling and you kinda wanted to slap his chest for the flash of smugness. Instead, you slapped him verbally and very much playfully.

“Yes, sir,” you returned the wide smile and he huffed, falling to your side. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ugh, don’t start again.”

“I’d like to start again… some other time,” you admitted, hopeful your face was still flushed from before, hence not giving away the embarrassment at your admission. “I liked this.”

Steve embraced you firmly, kissing your shoulder. “So did I… maybe too much. You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

“Nope. Not at all,” you replied cheerily, casting a reassuring gaze aimed straight to his eyes as your voice softened. “You’re always careful, Steve, I know that. And I appreciate it.”

“Alright, then. Let’s revisit this sometime. You’re amazing, doll,” he whispered your favourite endearment like music on his lips. “ I love you. I can’t—I can’t even say how happy I am to have you here. Back with me. Stay?”

The sudden vulnerability almost made your heart stop with the ache, the agony he must have experienced after losing you – but how amazing it actually was, mean of you maybe, but God, he had missed you so much, because he loved you so deeply already – striking you precisely to your very soul. You were right there with him when it came to feelings.

It dawned to you why he would enjoy the feeling of dominance now of all the times you had made love – it gave him an illusion of control over something. What had happened to you, the kidnapping, the bombs, your death… he didn’t have control over that. When the Winchesters had brought you back, there weren’t many things he could do about your amnesia either, leaving him helpless. You had a hunch he felt like having zero control over things for a while now.

This, this incredible experience gave him what he had been craving. You couldn’t fault him for wanting that, more so when you enjoyed it so immensely. After all, both of you were only human in the end.

Only humans. Soulmates. Souls redefined, never the same after merging into one, yet maintaining their singularity. Still better together, gravitating one towards the other too strongly to be kept apart.

You stretched your neck so your lips could reach Steve’s forehead, a loving and caring gesture, comfort he often offered you. The action made him chuckle, an unusual watery sound as tears welled in his eyes as well as in yours.

You lingered for several moments, your eyes finding his then, fond glassy gaze with emotions too heavy to be carried only by one person. You were good at it together though. You softly kissed his lips and then wiggled against him, settling in his arms comfortably, trying to nestle against him in a way that wouldn’t leave an inch between your bodies – and Steve happily assisted you.

“I love you too, Steve. And there’s nowhere I’d rather be.”

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Part 21

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Well. Now I’m blushing. This was self-indulgent to a fault. 

Hope you liked it, this had been the first time I wrote something with hints of D/s (rememebr, only proofreadng and reposting ao3 chapters, this is almost a ear old), even when playful, so I pray I didn’t muff it up too much :)) I couldn’t leave the fluff behind, obviously.

Two chapters and an epilogue left. Thank you for making it this far and thank you even more if you’re interacting in an way :-*

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The Price of a Soul

Part 1/? - Agent Russel Part 2/? - The Letter Part 3/? - Miss Lake Part 4/? - The Stewardess Part 5/? - An Assassination Part 6/? - Fallout Part 7/? - Face to Face Part 8/? - Deals, Details, and Other Devils Part 9/? - Baggage Part 10/? - Private Funding Part 11/? - Just Passing Through Part 12/? - Party of Four Part 13/? - Resolute Part 14/? - The Wreck Part 15/? - Body Snatchers Part 16/? - Out of the Frying Pan Part 17/? - A Miracle Part 18/? - A Matter of Circumstance Part 19/? - Nome Part 20/? - The Future Part 21/? - A Hero’s Welcome Part 22/? - Up to Speed

In which Peggy has to have those conversations she’s been putting off.

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Having cleaned out her room at the Botticelli Gardens, Kay no longer had a place to stay in Los Angeles.  Something would obviously have to be done about that, but Peggy was not yet at the point where she was willing to trust the woman to stay in a hotel.  She therefore invited Kay back to her place to wash up and change, and Kay seemed happy to accept.  While Peggy unpacked, Kay took a shower, and Peggy could hear her chanting cheerful nonsense under the spray.

“Boom ba-boom-boom boom ba-boom-boom bass!  He got that super bass!”

She came out wrapped in a towel, and Peggy noted that the roots of her blonde hair were growing out darker.  Peggy took her own turn to wash up, and came out to find Kay already dressed, in a black skirt with a red jacket and matching red hat, which she was adjusting in front of the mirror.

“What do you think?” she asked, turning so that Peggy could inspect her outfit.

“A bit flashy for a spy,” Peggy replied, grabbing the pile of clothes she’d left folded on the vanity.

“I’m a flashy spy,” said Kay with a smile.  “The James Bond of the Red Room.  Or… no, wait, that’s not until the fifties, is it?  James Bond.”

“I’m afraid I wouldn’t know,” said Peggy, “but if I ever meet the gentleman I will give him your regards.”

Once clean, dressed, and made-up, Peggy felt considerably more confident as she and Kay headed back to the Auerbach Theatrical Agency front to meet with Daniel.  Unfortunately, more confident was not the same as actually feeling like she knew what she was doing, and there was definitely a knot of dread in the bottom of her stomach that would not go away.  Sooner or later Daniel would absolutely ask her what she meant to do about Steve.  Her only honest reply would be that she didn’t know yet and needed time to figure it out.  It was the figuring out that was going to be agony.

Rose stood up to greet Peggy as she stepped inside, then stopped short when she saw Kay.

“Good afternoon, Peggy,” Rose said cautiously.

“Hello, Rose, it’s good to be back,” Peggy replied.  “I believe you’ve met Miss Katerina Lachkova.”

“Call me Kay.”

“She’s given us some valuable intelligence and for now Chief Sousa and I have chosen to continue working with her,” Peggy said.  She wanted both Rose and Kay to know that this was open to change at very short notice.

“I love your lipstick,” said Kay.  “That’s the perfect shade for a redhead.”

“Thank you.  Your jacket is very becoming also,” Rose told her.

Having thus established that the two would refrain from trying to kill each other until Peggy gave them permission, Rose allowed Peggy and Kay upstairs.  Daniel was waiting in his office for them, and the way he sat up and lowered his hands, Peggy could immediately tell he’d been sitting there holding his head.

She also realized that the presence of Kay would keep him from talking about personal matters, which was… it was only a temporary reprieve, but it was something.  Peggy shut the door behind them, and went to sit down in the chair where Kay had sat while interrogating her as ‘Nadine Russel.’

“I can’t believe you found him alive,” said Daniel.

“Neither can I,” Peggy replied.  “Although Kay claims to have known the whole time.”

“The serum acts to keep his body functioning almost no matter what,” Kay said.  “So when he became unconscious in the water, it slowed his metabolism to reduce the demand for oxygen.  The cold slowed it further, so he went into a state of suspended animation that could have kept him alive almost indefinitely.”

“And this is something the Soviets know?” asked Daniel.

“They picked up a number of Schmidt’s experimental subjects from various camps during and after the war,” Kay explained.  “It’s something they’ve been working very hard on, and they’re going to be working even harder once they learn that Captain America is back.  They will see it a you having a weapon they don’t.”

“Not that there aren’t people here who don’t think the same thing,” Peggy noted dryly.

“From what I know of him, the United States government will find Captain Rogers harder to control in peacetime than they thought,” said Kay.

“I agree,” said Peggy, and made a mental note to ask later what kind of things Steve had gotten up to in that alternate twenty-first century.

Daniel nodded.  “Well, in the meantime, I do have some good news.”  He picked up a file off his desk.  “I don’t have a lot of information yet, but it looks like the East Coast has Underwood.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” said Peggy.  That at least was one less thing to worry about.

“Did they mention me at all?” Kay asked.

“No, as a matter of fact, they didn’t,” Daniel told her warily .  He plainly still wasn’t sure what to make of Kay, any more than he had any idea what to think of Steve’s unexpected return.  “I think they’re trying to keep that on the down-low… although Thompson did mention a splitting headache the morning after Stark’s plane left New York.”

“That wasn’t me,” said Kay.  “Drowsiness or slurred speech, yes, but not headache.”

“I don’t imagine Thompson has requested me again,” Peggy noted.  The last time he’d tried to interrogate Dottie, she’d nearly broken his nose.  He had to save face by now allowing it to happen again – and that meant not giving Peggy a chance to upstage him.

“He hasn’t,” Daniel said, “but I thought you’d want to know.”

“I do want to know,” said Peggy, turning to Kay.

Kay nodded.  “I’m going to need to talk to her,” she said.  “Some of my information is out of date, and I think she’ll be able to fill me in.”

Daniel looked at Peggy.  She nodded.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to arrange that,” he said.  “Officially, you’re still a wanted foreign agent.”

“If you can’t arrange it, I can do it for myself,” said Kay, “but it’d be nice if I didn’t have to.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Daniel said.  “Miss Lake… do you mind giving Agent Carter and myself a moment to talk in private?”

“Of course not.”  Kay stood up.  “I’ll wait outside.”

“On the other side of the room, please,” said Peggy.  “And do try not to cheat anybody out of their entire life’s savings while you’re there.”

“Oh, that’s asking a lot.  I can’t make promises.”  Kay smiled and shut the door behind her when she left.  Peggy and Daniel watched through the office window as she went to the other side of the room, leaned against the wall, and opened her compact to check her makeup.

Daniel turned to Peggy again.  “Okay, tell me the rest.”

“I want you to at least pretend I haven’t told you this when we’re in front of her,” Peggy warned him, “although I’m sure she can guess.  I feel like the fewer people know, the better.”  She took a deep breath.  “She says she knew where Steve was because she’s a time traveler from the twenty-first century.”

Of course Daniel’s first reaction was to scoff, but Peggy could see him quickly catch himself.  He knew she wouldn’t tell him something that sounded so ridiculous without a reason.  She detailed what had happened on their trip, and the full story Kay had told her… leaving out the parts about her and Daniel’s own future.  That was irrelevant now, as Kay herself had pointed out.

“I don’t know if I believe it,” Peggy said.  “I want to believe her, but that may just be wishful thinking.  Her information has been good so far, but if she wants something from us that we may not be willing to give her… what better way to put us in her debt than by giving us Steve?  Not just us personally, but the entire country?  Or to establish trust?  She told me she wants me to trust her.  Why would somebody give us Captain America if they didn’t have the country’s best interests at heart?”

Daniel hesitated, his eyes moving back and forth as if he were trying to choose between two possible directions for this conversation.  “Has she given you any idea what she might want in return?”

“Sort of,” said Peggy.  “She told us that Steve’s friend, Sergeant Barnes, is captive in a facility in the USSR.  She has some kind of a plan to rescue him, and it seems to hinge on Dottie telling her where he’s being held.”

He mulled that over for a few moments.  “We’ll have to be very, very careful if we let her talk to Underwood,” Daniel decided.  “What does your gut tell you?”

“I’m afraid my gut is every bit as confused as the rest of me,” said Peggy.

Of course, Peggy knew her gut wasn’t the organ Daniel was really concerned with, as his next question confirmed.  “So on a personal level…” he began.

“Oh, no,” Peggy groaned.

“I’m not going to…” Daniel swallowed.  “I just need to know what you want, Peggy.”

Peggy shut her eyes as she felt those traitorous tears well up again.  “I don’t know what I want yet.”

That seemed to surprise him.  “You don’t?” he asked.

“No, I don’t,” Peggy said.  It was just as she’d feared, wasn’t it?  Daniel really thought Peggy had been settling for him and that he had no chance now that Steve was back.  She took a couple of deep breaths and forced her emotions to calm down.  “I knew Steve three years ago, in the middle of a war, in a totally different world.  I don’t know how well I remember him, and he doesn’t know how much I might have changed.  I’m going to need some time to work it all out.”

“Right, of course you are,” said Daniel, lowering his head a little in embarrassment.  “I’ll give you some room, then.”

“Thank you,” Peggy said, but she could see in his face that he already expected to lose.

To distract herself, she glanced out the window to see what Kay was doing, and found her cheerfully flirting with Samberley, who appeared to be falling for it hook, line, and sinker.

“I think we’d better put a stop to that,” said Peggy.

“I think you’re right,” Daniel agreed, sounding as relieved as she to have an excuse to end this conversation.  He got up and as he opened the door, Peggy caught his arm.

“Just promise me whatever happens, you won’t think it’s because you’re unworthy,” she said, looking him firmly in the eye.  “Worth has nothing to do with it.  You are not in any way less than he is.”

“You say that,” said Daniel, with just a hint of a smile, “but I’m definitely shorter.”

Peggy smiled back, and stood up a little taller to kiss his cheek.

That was the moment when the elevator doors opened.  Peggy dropped back onto her heels and turned to look as Masters stepped into the room – followed closely by Steve Rogers.  Like Peggy and Kay, Steve had apparently had some time to clean up.  He’d shaved and combed his hair, and was now dressed in a beige shirt with a tie.  People crowded around to meet him as he entered, but he looked right over their heads and into Peggy’s eyes.

In a world where time travel was apparently possible, and where men cold survive three years frozen solid in the arctic ice, it simply wasn’t fair that Peggy couldn’t sink into the floor and vanish.

“Daniel!” said Masters, worming his way through the crowd towards him.  “It looks like I’m gonna have to borrow a couple of your agents.”

Should Peggy move away from Daniel?  But wouldn’t that just make it more obvious that she wanted to hide something from Steve?  Why was she trying to hide anything, anyway?  She’d had the entire trip from the Valiant to Los Angeles to tell Steve what she’d been doing for the last three years and she hadn’t said a thing.  If she’d stopped to think about it she would probably have decided it was in order to avoid overwhelming him, but wasn’t it just because she didn’t want Steve to know she was on the verge of marrying somebody else?

“Steve,” said Masters, making Peggy bristle.  “I think you’ve met Daniel Sousa.”

“We met at the airport, yeah,” said Steve.  He gave Peggy a questioning look.  She tried not to react to it… she would have to sit down with him and explain.  Was he remembering how she’d told him off for kissing that blonde in the SSR offices, how she’d thrown the words the right partner back at him?  He’d later told her what had happened and she’d felt foolish.  Would Steve expect to hear that this, too, was only a misunderstanding?

“Captain,” said Daniel, shaking Steve’s hand.

Masters put a hand on Steve’s shoulder as if the two were supposed to be best friends now.  “We’re taking Steve to New York to meet the president and visit his hometown, and he’s requested that Carter and Lake come along, since they’re the ones that found the spot.”

Peggy glanced at Lake, still standing by the wall next to Samberley, then up at Steve.  Everything he was thinking had always shown on his face, but that was no help to her because right now he wasn’t thinking at all about why he wanted Peggy and Kay with him.  He was thinking about what he’d just seen, and it was certain now that he had seen it.

“Of course,” said Daniel.  “They’re welcome to.”

“Wonderful.”  Masters patted Steve’s back again.  “We’d best get a move on, then.  The whole country’s waiting to welcome the Captain back!”

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Charred Briar Roses - 3

Curse’s Broken, Now What?

Summary: The title speaks for itself. 

Parings: Orc!Bucky x Black!Reader, Orc!Steve x Black!OFC, Orc!Sam x Black!OFC

Word Count: 4,136

Warnings: Implied Smut and Some Violence

A/N: This was longer than I anticipated. Also, the princesses would be a US size 14/15. I totally forgot to mention that earlier. Sorry about that. Enjoy!

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Instead of spending 600 years in total darkness, you communicated with your sisters in a pretty well constructed dream version of the palace. You thought of new inventions and fighting moves, reconciled with Ghada about your fight the day of the curse, and kept analyzing what happened in the north west tower.

If felt like you were in the dream world for about a month.

You were talking with your sisters about trivial childhood memories when all of you felt arms around your bodies. Your surroundings started to fade and so did your sisters.

You felt chapped yet soft lips kiss your neck and lips. It was surprisingly nice, like a dream.

You opened your eyes and realized three things: Someone was actually kissing you, you weren’t in the tower, and the person kissing you wasn’t the prince that your mother had all but assured you but an admittedly hot (albeit ruggedly, your core notes) orc-human hybrid.

You and your sisters screamed.

You immediately try to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. That scared you because both you and your sisters could bench about five tons thanks to Doireann, the war fairy who blessed and trained you in combat since the age of three.

You punched him with a right jab once he broke for air. Couldn’t even get him off the bed.

He chuckled and rubbed his strong jaw and said what seemed to be a compliment in Orcish as you nursed your knuckles.

“I said that you’re quite feisty for a human princess.” He repeated in Common Tongue.

You saw that your sisters had similar reactions to their kissers. Fumnanya even threw a shoe at the one that would be later called Sam. The others got a laugh out of it.

After everyone settled down, we shared our names while you were trying not jump Bucky, the warrior who kissed you.

“So, I was wondering, do you know what year it is?” Fumnanya inquired in a mousy tone that she uses with strangers.

Steve was it, yeah Steve rubbed the back of his head, “How to put this. You’ve been asleep for 600 years. Just about everyone thinks you’re a myth. Hell, we wouldn’t have believed it if we weren’t right in front of you.”

He then provided updates on what happed after your birthdays, but you were only half listening. Your dumb fight with Ghada and your damn curiosity cost you and your sisters your friends, family, and life.

You wanted to cry, but Ghada motioned you to join her and Fumnanya in a huddle. You spoke in Nephrashim as to not alert the warriors.

The three of you knew that Sophronius was up to no good and it was odd that he was still alive since the average lifespan was 300 years due to the Nephrashim Crystal.

“We need to convince them to take us outside of the city since I’m guessing the spell Etna put on us to keep Y/N from skipping class is still in place.”

You rolled your eyes at Ghada snide comment.

“We take what need in whatever storage device Y/N has in her ‘secret workshop’!” Fumnanya chimed in.

“Hey-“

“We all knew where it is, sis. You’re not fooling anyone.” Ghada deadpanned while you huffed in frustration.

With that, the three of you rejoined the group and offered to show them around after you changed your clothes.

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The warrior trio was waiting outside the room for 20 minutes when you and sisters finally emerged from behind the doors. The three of you wore much more comfortable clothing than the extravagant kaftans you wore in your sleep. The clothes also showcased more of your curves and sleek muscles they noted.

“What would you like to do first?” You asked. No sooner had you finished the question that the warrior trio’s stomachs growled like a lion’s roar.

Ghada giggled and together, you led the trio to the main banquet hall.

You and your sisters had a hunch that the food from your 18th birthday celebration was still good. Your hunch was right.

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The hall was filled with food for 900 people. The tables were packed with: huge slabs of Gararagator Steak, roast beef and pork, fried chicken, smoked turkey, grilled and baked fish in sweet brown sauces, curries, pastas, thick stews, enticing side dishes, rich pastries/desserts, and caskets of mead and wine.

The warriors were drooling at the sight and aromas of the feast. So, when Ghada casually said to dig in, they devoured ALL of the food in record time.

You and your sisters managed to get some of the food before it was gone. None of you would admit it, but the three of you were turned on by the ferocity at which they ate and drank.

Once they finished the food and drink, the warrior trio leaned back in their chairs and sighed while they rubbed and patted their bellies followed by a couple of loud, brassy burps and belches.

Fumnanya asked them some trivial questions about life since the curse was activated which they answered in kind, but they got tense when she asked about their mothers.

Ghada, ever the politician, quickly changed the subject by asking if they would like a bath and one of the guest rooms to sleep in for the night.

Bucky was about to respond when you suddenly challenged him to a duel.

A couple of things happened: Fumnanya put her head in her hands, Ghada groaned and pinched the bridge of her nose, Sam and Steve burst into laughter, and Bucky accepted with a chuckle.

You led the group to the sparring grounds on the western end of the palace grounds.

Ghada set the ground rules: each combatant may choose a weapon from the low-level, non-lethal weapons closet and the fight could last no longer than 30 minutes.

You both chose Bo Staffs and bowed to start the spar. It took a few minutes of sizing each other up before making the first move. The duel consisted a flurry of punches, kicks, precision strikes with your Bo Staffs, and near hits/misses.

It ended when Bucky spotted a weakness in your left mid-section and landed a hit right above left hip causing you to fall. He then pinned you down before you could grab your weapon with his face two inches above yours.

The two of you were so engrossed in your own little world that Steve had to clear his throat a few times to get your attention.

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Sensing the, ahem, tension in the area, Ghada suggested that you all finally head over to the baths.

Except for you and Bucky, you took him to your ‘secret workshop’. Something about the way he examined some of the weapons fascinated you and you wanted to explore that.

Bucky was quite dazzled by your variety of inventions like your solar battery, your new hover bike engine, and your 5th attempt at your waning swan (a cross between a scythe and a machine gun). He was examining a pair of your laser blasting gauntlets when you asked if he’d seen some of them before.

“Is there something you like?” you asked while he picked up an old prototype for a flash grenade.

Bucky chuckled, “It’s just that I’ve never seen so many inventions in one place before. When I was an orcling, there was these traveling ‘magician’ who performed feats of wonder for the kids in the village near our settlement. In reality, he was a con artist, but we didn’t care. He would always make our lives seem a little bit brighter. One day, the three of us went behind his tent and found all these contraptions in boxes or on the ground. Tuns out, they were relics of the long gone Nephrashim people. Well, maybe not so long gone now.”

He chuckled to himself again almost bitterly. “I was always entranced by what he would show us and, when he finally fessed up to using relics instead of magic, the contraptions he would use to perform such acts. Sometimes I would wonder what it would’ve been like to live a different life; one where I could’ve been a tinkerer instead of a warrior. Don’t get me wrong, I like being one. It’s just that-”

“You wished you had more options.” You finished noticing how delicately he was holding one of your mithril tools. He held it in a deftness that most of the artisans you’ve met couldn’t match.

His confession of sorts gave you pause.

You always hated how almost everyone gave your sisters praise for their interests and demeanor while you were usually belittled when your parents and Fae tutors weren’t around. They always complained about you not being as sociable as Ghada or as ‘sweet’ (quiet, but not really) as Fumnanya. You were always seen as causing trouble, but you just saw the world differently.

Some days you actually hated being a princess and wished you had a different lot in life.

Maybe this warrior understood you.

Taking another look at him, you realize that underneath this ruggedly delicious beef cake was someone who might’ve been something else altogether. Sure, he seemed proud of his accomplishments when you both were in the dining hall, but part of you wondered what could’ve been his path if he had someone who would’ve taken the time and maybe given him an apprenticeship or something.

You bit your lower lip as you mustered up the strength to ask, “I was wondering, I think I have something I was working on before the curse was cast. Would you like to help with it? I mean, you don’t have to-”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

The two of you spent the next two hours working on a few prototypes. Bucky asked you questions about engineering and mechanics especially and you were more than happy to answer. It was nice to have someone outside your sisters, parents, and Fae tutors actually give a crap about what you liked. Neither you nor Bucky realized the distance shrinking in between the two of you until all you could think about was how inviting his lips and neck looked.

Unfortunately, your slowly intimate moment was dashed when Ghada interrupted them via communication mirror telling them to take a bath and go to bed already.

With an annoyed tsk, you took off your work apron, your goggles, and your gloves and motioned Bucky to do the same.

You led him to the baths, a wide yet indoor place with vast pools, man-made hot springs, and an indoor waterfall.

Looking at Bucky your feelings of embarrassment and shame arose once again. Did your ancestors really had to be this obnoxious in flaunting their wealth?

You offered to assist Bucky in washing his hair, but really you wanted to run your hands over his exposed skin.

With his nod of acceptance, you took him to changing rooms and you changed into a Soft Wrap Halter Bikini Top and Rene Fold Bikini Bottom in pale gold, the one that caused a prominent lord to walk into a compost cart due to how well it showcased your curves. Hopefully, it would work on Bucky.

You felt bad using your looks to get Bucky to make a move, but you were so sure that it would be a disaster if you moved first.

The slight shame you felt with your bathing suit quickly faded when you saw Bucky emerge from his changing room.

You cursed yourself because he was only in a loincloth, and DAMN he looked fine! Part of his long hair was pulled back in a high man bun, his shin was a beautiful smooth muted yellow-green with aqua undertones, he was powerfully built with massive shoulders (you thought the lightweight armor did most of the heavy lifting), chiseled pecs, abs, and thighs that you could’ve sworn the finest of Fae craftsmen had a hand in creating all wrapped in someone that actually engaged you both intellectually and emotionally.

You know your mother said that you and your sisters would most likely married princes, but you were glad that she wasn’t here to see you shamelessly lust over an orc. You still missed her, but both she and half of your tutors would have a conniption if they saw what you were doing right now.

It would seem that Bucky was sizing you up as well judging by the way his eyes were beginning to blow out with lust.

He must have pushed his naughty thoughts aside. “Are you still gonna wash my hair?” he queried with a smirk that showed off his tusks. They would’ve been intimidating, but now they look endearing and sexy.

You let out an uncharacteristic giggle and told him to wait right there while you went to the closet where the servants kept the washing items and got him silver spruce, lemongrass, rosemary, and orange scented shampoos and oils.

You returned to find Bucky trying and failing to put a towel tower that one of maids used to construct. Stifling a laugh, you took his hand and guided him to one of the hot springs.

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Bucky groaned upon sinking into the refreshing warm spring, glad to not have to was in a stream or river for a change (the tubs back home were nice, but they’re nothing compared to this). The water eased his tense muscles and joints in all the right places. Plus it didn’t hurt that the spring was deep enough for him to completely submerge himself which, at 8’ 3”, is no easy feat.

The engineering princess was getting ready to wash his hair like she offered and Bucky couldn’t wait. She had to know what she was doing to him. Lesser men would’ve jumped her on sight, but not him. His stepmother and sisters made sure of that.

She poured some of the argan and peppermint shampoos into a bowl and grabbed a towel to rest her shins.

“Lay your head on top of this bowl while I wash your head. Okay?”

Bucky did as directed and she started to work her magic on him. She started slow,  working front to back, appreciating the way she gently massaged his scalp. At times he would let out low groans of pleasure at her ministrations, craving more from her.

Once she was done with the shampoo, she carefully lifted his head, emptied and refilled the water basin, and steadily poured the warm water over his head while trying not to get water up his nose.

Bucky turned around to see her beaming at her work. He smiled coyly at her pride, “Aren’t you coming?”, while motioning his right hand in a ‘come hither’ gesture.

She shook her head while biting her lower lip, probably not wanting to hair wet or some other prissy princess thing that was engrained into her.

Bucky decided to help ‘break’ her of that mindset by quickly grabbing her arm and gently tossed her into the spring in front of him. She jumped out of the water with a gasp and playfully punched his left shoulder.

“What was that for?!”

“You were too prideful and uptight!” Bucky chortled while she looked away failing to hide her embarrassment. He stopped laughing when he saw the beginnings of tears in her eyes.

He then reached out and softly lifted her head with his fore and middle fingers. She looked a bit anxious when he closed the distance between them.

“May I?” he pleaded, desperate for her to say yes.

“Please,” she whispered.

That was all Bucky needed to hear.

He started slow as to make up for this afternoon, but he almost lost it when she grasped his hair and licked his canines/tusks. He growled as her petite tongue entered his near monstrous mouth, her light moans and whimpers goading something that Bucky thought he would never feel: love, lust, and passion.

Ever since he and his best friends achieved their goal, Bucky felt like he was missing something. None of the women in their community really excited him or really engaged him beyond his physical needs. Sure, there were plenty orc, human, and even elf females who would warm his bed, but none of them cared to stay and listen…except for you, the woman who was now struggling to take off her bikini top after talking machines and engineering with him without getting annoyed by his antics.

You were so eager — and so was he — but he didn’t want to have sex and then have you disappear on him like the others, not when he was finally making a connection. No, he would make this last a little longer, even if this meant disappointing you.

“We should go sleep.” He mumbled as his hand halted your efforts.

——————

With a heavy sigh, you relented, got dressed, and waited for him to get his things. Your eyes were downcast as you escorted him to the chambers he would be sharing with his kin.

Bucky tried to give you a goodnight kiss, but you rebuffed him with a curt “good night” and returned to you and your sister’s shared room.

You were greeted to Fumnanya gushing about Sam and his interest in the library. Part of you was happy for her. Fumnanya rarely got out of her shell and getting with a guy that was even remotely interested in books as much as she was exceedingly rare.

You wanted to say that you were excited for her, you really did, but you were still a little sullen and bitter about what happed with Bucky at the baths.

“So, you and Bucky sure took your time.” Ghada remarked as you were putting on your night clothes (a short tunic and mid-calf pants).

“You’re one to talk! Sam and I caught you and Steve making out in the changing rooms at the baths!” Fumnanya snapped. Great, even Ghada was getting more in the romance department than you were.

You gave Fumnanya a grateful smile while you settled into bed hoping that tomorrow would bring better fortunes.

——————-

You awoke with a slight start and a knock at the door. Grabbing your robe, you raced towards the door thinking it was Bucky only to find a letter floating in a glowing rosy pink sphere. As soon as you reached out to touch the sphere, it disappeared leaving the letter to slowly descend into your hands.

By this time, your sisters joined you in reading the letter. It was written by one of your favorite tutors, Aoife.

It read:

Dearest children,

If you are reading this, then this means that I am either dead or completely unable to reach you. I hope you weren’t asleep for too long, but something tells me you have. For that, I am sorry.

I wish I could be there to hug you and your matches, but I’m guessing you know of your uncle by now. He has been after you for years now. My wards were successful in keeping him at bay, but now, I’m afraid you’re on your own.

The mist surrounding the capital will fade in three days time. By then, you will need to go into hiding in order to not fall into Sophronius’ clutches.

Have faith, be brave, trust in yourselves, and be kind my dears. Also, trust in your matches, okay?

Warm Regards,

Aoife

Aoife was one of the few people who actually liked all three of you the way you were. Finding out that she could be dead was the straw that broke the camel’s back for the three of you.

When the orc hybrid trio found you, you were huddled on Ghada’s bed with the letter on the floor in front of you.

Steve gently coaxed the three of you out of your beds with the suggestion of showing them around the capital. It didn’t get you or your sisters completely happy, but it was a start.

The tour consisted of you and Ghada butting heads over where to take the guys (the theatre district is NOT better than the artisan market), Fumnanya pointing out prominent buildings and statues.

You could’ve sworn that the guys sneered at one of the monuments to one of your ancestors, but you let it slide.

But then, Bucky made an offhand comment about what was must have went into making this place and the sacrifices that was probably made.

You have thought about what must’ve went into making the capital, but never in a negative light. No one in the capital or in the surrounding cities, towns or villages were poor on dire straits. You made sure to get the truth through your little excursions out of the palace before Etna cast that infernal spell on you.

The thought was pushed aside when you and your sisters returned to your room that night. You needed to think of a plan and quickly because Aoife’s spell was going to fade in two days and Sophronius was hot on your tails.

“Perhaps the guys would let us stay with their community for a while.” Ghada put forth as you were getting ready for bed.

“That’s a possibility, but what do we have to offer? I doubt that a semi-nomadic community of mostly orcs would take on three enhanced human princesses for free” Ghada countered as she put on her nightgown.

“Are you serious?!” you exclaimed. “We have tons to offer! Look, Fumnanya is a great medic, you’re awesome diplomat and negotiator, and I’m good with machinery. Plus we can cook and take care of ourselves, so I doubt we would be a huge burden.”

“Also, we can give them some of the treasure that’s laying around the palace for them to use.” Fumnanya chirped.

“Exactly. We’ve got this!” You declared not realizing that the guys were having a similar conversation.

——————

“So, what should we do about the girls? I mean, they’re great and all, but can we bring them back with us?” Sam inquired as stripped down to his loincloth.

“I don’t see why not. They’ve actually got skills the group could use, unlike a lot of the females that first become part of our tribe.” Steve stated as he gnawed on the turkey leg from dinner.

“Maybe we could bring the tribe here! The city is completely deserted except for the girls and they certainly won’t mind us living here.” Sam offered.

“I don’t think that would be the wisest course of action. Like the girls said, the spell that keeps the mist in place will fade in two days. It won’t be long before Sophronius’ horde will crawling all over the place.” Bucky voiced thinking about last night’s interaction.

“Alright, we’ll see what the girls think tomorrow and go from there.” Steve concluded and the three went to sleep.

———————

Both parties began packing for their journey the next day once the guys agreed to take the three of you back with them.

You gave everyone three travel sized storage units. Ghada packed all of her notes on trade, language books, and art supplies. Fumnanya packed all of the medical supplies she could fit into her storage unit, her language, history, science, and geography books. You packed most of your tools, a couple of your inventions (including waning swan), and any materials you might need.

All three of you made sure to pack clothes, cooking supplies (especially spices since the guys were surprised at the variety), personal hygiene supplies, and some of the treasure/objects that would most likely fetch a good price without leading anyone back to them.

The time to leave came soon enough.

“You three ready?” Sam asked as you were making the final adjustments to your traveling clothes.

“As ready as we’ll ever be.” Fumnanya replied as she gave Sam a hug. It surprised you how quickly she warmed up to him.

“Perhaps you should give Bucky another chance.” Ghada advised.

Maybe, but not now.

You made your way to the courtyard taking in everything. The dire wolves nuzzled your cheeks as you made your way to mount them.

Steve gave both Sam and Bucky a nod and you began your journey out of the only home you three knew.

Perhaps this new chapter will be a good one.

—————

If you had looked up at the third tree closest to the thorn bushes, you would’ve seen a solitary raven, a raven with four red eyes. The raven was a scout for Sophronius and it was recording you.

Video of your departure was being transmitted to a crystal ball in the throne room of Sophronius’ main headquarters.

“It seems the bitch Aoife was able to keep them young after all.” Sophronius remarked, taking in the princesses’ features.

“Alert the princes. We have work to do.”

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[1962dude420-blog]

Today we remember the passing of Joey Ramone who Died: April 15, 2001 in Manhattan, New York

Jeffrey Ross Hyman, known professionally as Joey Ramone, was an American musician, singer, composer, and lead vocalist of the punk rock band the Ramones. Joey Ramone's image, voice, and tenure as frontman of the Ramones made him a countercultural icon.

Jeffrey Ross Hyman was born on May 19, 1951, in Queens, New York City, New York to a Jewish family. His parents were Charlotte (née Mandell) and Noel Hyman. He was born with a parasitic twin growing out of his back, which was incompletely formed and surgically removed. The family resided in Forest Hills, Queens, where Hyman and his future Ramones bandmates attended Forest Hills High School. He grew up with his brother Mickey Leigh. Though happy, Hyman was something of an outcast, diagnosed at 18 with obsessive–compulsive disorder alongside being diagnosed with schizophrenia. His mother, Charlotte Lesher, divorced her first husband, Noel Hyman. She married a second time but was widowed by a car accident while she was on vacation.

Hyman was a fan of the Beatles, the Who, David Bowie, and the Stooges among other bands, particularly oldies and the Phil Spector-produced "girl groups". His idol was Pete Townshend of the Who, with whom he shared a birthday. Hyman took up the drums at 13, and played them throughout his teen years before picking up an acoustic guitar at age 17.

In 1974, Jeffrey Hyman co-founded the punk rock band the Ramones with friends John Cummings and Douglas Colvin. Colvin was already using the pseudonym "Dee Dee Ramone" and the others also adopted stage names using "Ramone" as their surname: Cummings became Johnny Ramone and Hyman became Joey Ramone. The name "Ramone" stems from Paul McCartney: he briefly used the stage name "Paul Ramon" during 1960/1961, when the Beatles, still an unknown five-piece band called the Silver Beetles, did a tour of Scotland and all took up pseudonyms; and again on the 1969 Steve Miller album Brave New World, where he played the drums on one song using that name.

Joey initially served as the group's drummer while Dee Dee Ramone was the original vocalist. However, when Dee Dee's vocal cords proved unable to sustain the demands of consistent live performances, Ramones manager Thomas Erdelyi suggested Joey switch to vocals. Mickey Leigh: "I was shocked when the band came out. Joey was the lead singer and I couldn't believe how good he was. Because he'd been sitting in my house with my acoustic guitar, writing these songs like 'I Don't Care', fucking up my guitar, and suddenly he's this guy on stage who you can't take your eyes off of." After a series of unsuccessful auditions in search of a new drummer, Erdelyi took over on drums, assuming the name Tommy Ramone.

The Ramones were a major influence on the punk rock movement in the United States, though they achieved only minor commercial success. Their only record with enough U.S. sales to be certified gold in Joey's lifetime was the compilation album Ramones Mania. Recognition of the band's importance built over the years, and they are now regularly represented in many assessments of all-time great rock music, such as the Rolling Stone lists of the 50 Greatest Artists of All Time and 25 Greatest Live Albums of All Time, VH1's 100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock, and Mojo's 100 Greatest Albums. In 2002, the Ramones were voted the second greatest rock and roll band ever in Spin, behind the Beatles.

In 1996, after a tour with the Lollapalooza music festival, the band played their final show and then disbanded.

Ramone's signature cracks, hiccups, snarls, crooning, and youthful voice made him one of punk rock's most recognizable voices. Allmusic.com wrote that "Joey Ramone's signature bleat was the voice of punk rock in America." As his vocals matured and deepened through his career, so did the Ramones' songwriting, leaving a notable difference from his initial melodic and callow style—two notable tracks serving as examples are "Somebody Put Something in My Drink" and "Mama's Boy". Dee Dee Ramone was quoted as saying "All the other singers in New York were copying David Johansen (New York Dolls), who was copying Mick Jagger... But Joey was unique, totally unique."

In 1985, Ramone joined Steven Van Zandt's music industry activist group Artists United Against Apartheid, which campaigned against the Sun City resort in South Africa. Ramone and 49 other recording artists – including Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Keith Richards, Lou Reed and Run DMC — collaborated on the song "Sun City", in which they pledged they would never perform at the resort.

In 1994, Ramone appeared on the Helen Love album Love and Glitter, Hot Days and Music, singing the track "Punk Boy". Helen Love returned the favor, singing on Ramone's song "Mr. Punchy".

In October 1996, Ramone headlined the "Rock the Reservation" alternative rock festival in Tuba City, Arizona. 'Joey Ramone & the Resistance' debuted Ramone's interpretation of Louis Armstrong's "Wonderful World' live, as well as Ramone's choice of Ramones classics and some of his other favorite songs; The Dave Clark Five's "Any Way You Want It", The Who's "The Kids are Alright" and The Stooges' "No Fun."

Ramone co-wrote and recorded the song "Meatball Sandwich" with Youth Gone Mad. For a short time before his death, he took the role of manager and producer for the punk rock band the Independents.

His last recording as a vocalist was backup vocals on the CD One Nation Under by the Dine Navajo rock group Blackfire. He appeared on two tracks, "What Do You See" and "Lying to Myself". The 2002 CD won "Best Pop/Rock Album of the Year" at the 2002 Native American Music Awards.

Ramone produced the Ronnie Spector album She Talks to Rainbows in 1999. It was critically acclaimed but was not very commercially successful. The title track was previously on the Ramones' final studio album, ¡Adios Amigos!.

Joey Ramone died at the age of 49 following a seven-year battle with lymphoma at New York-Presbyterian Hospital on April 15, 2001, a month before he would have turned 50. He was reportedly listening to the song "In a Little While" by U2 when he died. In an interview in 2014 for Radio 538, U2 lead singer Bono confirmed that Joey Ramone's family told him that Ramone listened to the song before he died, which Andy Shernoff (The Dictators) also confirmed.

His solo album Don't Worry About Me was released posthumously in 2002, and features the single "What a Wonderful World", a cover of the Louis Armstrong standard. MTV News claimed: "With his trademark rose-colored shades, black leather jacket, shoulder-length hair, ripped jeans and alternately snarling and crooning vocals, Joey was the iconic godfather of punk."

On November 30, 2003, a block of East 2nd Street in New York City was officially renamed Joey Ramone Place. It is the block where Hyman once lived with bandmate Dee Dee Ramone and is near the former site of the music club CBGB, where the Ramones began their career. Hyman's birthday is celebrated annually by rock 'n' roll nightclubs, hosted in New York City by his brother and, until 2007, his mother, Charlotte. Joey Ramone is interred at Hillside Cemetery in Lyndhurst, New Jersey.

The Ramones were named as inductees to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as part of the class of 2002.

Several songs have been written in tribute to Joey Ramone. Tommy, CJ and Marky Ramone and Daniel Rey came together in 2002 to record Jed Davis' Joey Ramone tribute album, The Bowery Electric. Other tributes include "Hello Joe" by Blondie from the album The Curse of Blondie, "Drunken Angel" by Lucinda Williams, "You Can't Kill Joey Ramone" by Sloppy Seconds, Joey by Raimundos, "I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone" by Sleater-Kinney, "Red and White Stripes" by Moler and "Joey" by the Corin Tucker Band, "I Heard Ramona Sing" by Frank Black, Amy Rigby's "Dancin' With Joey Ramone" and "The Miracle (of Joey Ramone)" by U2.

In September 2010, the Associated Press reported that "Joey Ramone Place," a sign at the corner of Bowery and East Second Street, was New York City's most stolen sign. Later, the sign was moved to 20 ft (6.1 m) above ground level. Drummer Marky Ramone thought Joey would appreciate that his sign would be the most stolen, adding "Now you have to be an NBA player to see it."

After several years in development, Ramone's second posthumous album was released on May 22, 2012. Titled ...Ya Know?, it was preceded on Record Store Day by a 7" single re-release of "Blitzkrieg Bop"/"Havana Affair"

[graceeast]

Diary of high school meme

 this is a joke NSFW 18+

Part 1

My bro walks up to me and is like Benny how you feeling? I say I feel great, even though that’s not my name that’s not my name. Then we both hit the woah at the same exact time.

Then his VSCO girlfriend says an I opp sksksksk. Then she says WHO EVER JUST SENT YOU THIS JUST DUMPED YOUR ASS!

Then my guy turns to her and says respect the drip Karen!

Then I say no matter what, he will always come back to me.

Then my bro and I hug no homo though. Then we walk away to the song Rockstar by: Smashmouth, while doing the floss aggressively.

Then we go and play Minecraft together while drinking Bang and eating Doritos till one in the morning.

But then my bros mother Linda sent me home. ☹

 

Part 2

Linda is such a bitch “B-I-C-T-H in that order!” she always makes me leave A-arons house at one thirty in the morning.

Later that week A-aron and I took a seat in class. Then our teacher kept talking about China and how more then half our exports come from there.

Then A-aron went outside to vape. Karen then comes over and says give me your Juul. Then I say no Karen that Juul coast me sixty dollars. I had to get a senior to pay for it. I only work at Chilis so it took three paychecks to buy.

That night I worked and everyone at once said “Welcome to Chilis!” I just ignored them and kept walking as I usually do.

I go home then check my Reddit and Twitter fifty times to make sure I am still verified.

 

Part 3

The next day comes and I pick up A-aron up in my sick 2001 Toyota Camry it is beige of course only the sickest color.

We then get Karen and you won’t believe what she did… she yeeted my vape out the window! What the fork Karen! That took three paychecks from Chilis to buy.

Karen then says she hates that place and last time she ate there, they messed up he order. So she complained to the manager.

Damn Karen, I don’t need her anyway I will always have my bro A-aron. Our nights together watching Shrek 3 and Cars 2… Best movies ever! And of course, listening to our lord and savior Daft Punk on full volume.

 

Part 4

A bunch of kids are doing a fundraiser for Harambe and I am all for it of course “save the whales.”

And that’s why I only use Twizzlers to drink my RedBull. I don’t always drink RedBull but when I do I use a Twizzler as a straw then eat it.

Later I texted A-aron on my Nokia phone I sent him exactly 69 memes at exactly 4:20 as it is totally lit to do so every day. I said we should totally get back at Karen for throwing my Juul. He disagreed with me, then I told him to stop being such a girl. Then he says don’t assume my gender and I said look man I had no idea. Then he said you just did it again. I give up!

Then I smoked the devils cabbage and went to sleep #Blazeit

 

Part 5

A-aron and I made up he bought me a new Juul and said that our friendship is never ogre. So then I said #Fam! Then he and I did our secret handshake which consists a dab the woah and five different Fortnite dances.

Today I started dating Kim Vardashian she is a #skinnylegend who is also thicc with two c’s. I can’t wait till we can aggressively hug! But she is embarrassed of our love because I am a freshman and she is a senior.

I think today is the day I try out for the school play we are putting on the production Mulan 3. I want to play the part of Simba.

That night for dinner A-aron and I got Subway #I’m lovin’ it, it was mmm… mmm… mmm… finger licking good. Then we bought two cotton candy Juul cartridges from Kim and vaped all night.

 

 

Part 6

My Nokia phone stopped working so I went to the closest Radio Shack and got a brand-new Blackberry with a slide out key pad. It was very dope!

Since it was Saturday I went home and hardcore gamed on my Tamagotchi. It died ☹… it was sad until a new one came, and I bought all the snacks for it!

Kim is such a slut she broke up with me and told me she was only dating me because I have a job and gave her money to buy stuff from Gucci. Then she told me 20$ a week was not cutting it. Then I told her that’s all I make in a week. Now I also work for Walmart to make more money. But I guess it still was not enough for her. Damn Kim at least I have A-aron   

 

Part 7

A-aron and Kim got together I tried telling him that she was a bitch. But the #thirstisreal for him like he is the Sahara Desert when it comes to women. He really doesn’t care but I will be there if his heart gets broken.

Today is also my cousins 18th birthday and he is getting a tattoo. Its going to be a 95 the 9 is going to be a butterfly and the 5 is going to be a bee, and under it will say float like a butterfly sting like a bee Kachow -Lightning McQueen

He is actually going to get two tattoos the other one is going to be a glass of milk, swiss cheese, yogurt and under that one its going to say #legen-dairy #veganforlife. He is also getting Gingy from Shrek slippers

 

Part 8

Karen got hit with a tour bus!!! We rushed her to the hospital and to the psych ward cuz she cray cray.

Its been a month since A-aron and Kim got together I am very surprised. We all visited Karen today and then Kim said they were expecting. Then Karen said boom pregnant.

Apparently, the baby is going to be a reincarnation of Donald Trump and the baby is going to be huodge. But this is all according to Karen. But it seems legit, so I believe it.

I’ve been taking care of Karen’s dog Lo-Maine. He wares a Supreme hoodie and a Rolly on his wrist and even has Jorden’s and I must dress him every day #1stworldprobs.

 

Part 9

Karen got released today from the hospital and to celebrate she stole her moms ID and went to Iowa to celebrate. She then sent me a video of herself, “Hi my name I Kendall and I am here in Cedar Rapids once again asking for your support.” Your support for what I thought but then I saw it Kendall Landers-Linton 2020 president, Kendall must be her mom’s name.

Kim is now 5 months prego and still hanging on strong and everyone helps her with stupid shit like the teachers tell her she can have extensions on all her assignments. So unfair I get an erection every hour and I don’t get extensions on anything except my dick.

Who would vote for Karen I mean she looks like a 40-year-old woman, but she’s crazy to think that they won’t figure out that she’s just 20 and a senior in high school.

That day was crazy, so I went on my computer and watched my extra special anime movie if you know what I mean 😉. Jerked the turkey for 30 minutes and felt way more relaxed after my little session thank god for Japanese henti.

 

Part 10

Today we watched the Sanic the hedgehog movie it was the best movie ever in the movie Shrek and Sanic have a relationship. They end up getting married and having aggressive sex while listening to all of Smash mouths songs. Then they had hedgehog ogre hybrid babies they were so ugly that they were cute.

I later sat in class with A-aron he said that after watching that Sanic movie that he wasn’t sure if he was ready to be a father. Because Shrek and Sanic made for a really good couple and were good at raising their kids. I told him not to worry and that if he watched all the Shrek movies and played all the Sanic games that he had already learned all he needs to about fatherhood. He felt relieved after I said all that, he said it was good that he did all the necessary research we then dabbed and then the bell rang.

Kim went into labor at lunch it was really disgusting, but interesting because all these people came, and our school nurse Joe Biden delivered the baby. Kim decided to name her son Boe Jiden after Joe Biden’s name, the school nurse was in tears until he saw another baby coming out. It’s a girl!!!! Kim named that kid Karen Jr. after her best friend. It was amazing then I told A-aron that his sperm must be made of steel since he had two kids, he then punched me in the arm no homo though.   

Part 11

All of the sudden another baby just shoulder dropped itself out of Kim. It was a boy!!! "I will name this one Jim Cenass" (all of the sudden from the corner you here horribly played kazoo it plays the John Cena fan fair) do do do do... it's that new transfer student Korona Tortilla Vanbargen Sale Pool Noodle the 4th KTVSPN4 for short. Jim Cenass starts waving his hand in front of his face as of to say you cant see me then he just goes ham on our school nurse Joe Biden. The principal Jeb Bush had to break up the fight. Then Jim started fighting Boe and Karen jr. It was something else.

Our new transfer student KTVSPN4 is very strange she kinda keeps to herself but at least she made friends with Kim and Karen. She's from China and is such a cry baby she keeps complaining that her sister died of this weird disease. But other then that been helping A-Aron with his three babies Jim is a handful and we have to keep him away from the others but it's kinda hard now because they have already started calling and Jim can walk.

Part 12

Today I was just sitting in Chillery Hiltons history class when all of the sudden I heard loud noises coming from above me. Then Boe and Joe just shoulder dropped onto the teacher it was very strange. Thankfully Chillery is going to be ok!

Later that day Kim's babies are getting baptized by our local priest Dr. Phil. Jim was not having it and started going ham on Dr. Phil. Dr. Phil then say y'all need Jebus in your life. Phil then #getsrektmydude. And Bylieye Eyelash starts playing her song I'm the Evil Man which was perfect for the occasion.

We all had an assembly today our principal Jeb said it was to recognize great teachers in our school. "Best dance teacher Shreckira" Shreckira goes up and can not hold herself together it was major aco taco.

"Lane Jinch for best gym teacher" Lane goes up and says "I know I'm the best." "Sernie Banders best public speaking teacher" Sernie goes up and gives a 50 page long speech how he doesn't deserve this. "Steve Harvey for best health teacher and guidance counselor" Steve then goes up and starts talking about how important college is and the birds and the bees. And last but not least "Beyonce for best music teacher" Beyonce comes up and starts singing my Heart will go on by Celine Dion. Jeb then says please clap!

Part 13

Today Karen got Lo majne trained to be a service dog naturally every one at school wanted to pet lo majne. Karen was like "I'm working bitch" so we all backed off because Karen is crazy!

Today I went to the super market and you know your boy broke yo. So I tried to take some stuff you know and you will never believe what they did. They tried to arrest my ass I dont deserve this I'm broke and now they want me to go to court. Like type 2 diabetes ain't no body got time for that. My lawyer says they will fight for me they dont have a gender and they call themselves foxy Roxy. Hopefully foxy Roxy has my back and we win.

Hey I'm foxy Roxy I usually work at a drag strip club and men eat me up. Just when you thought your husband was straight oh no honey he ain't. I make about 10million pennies or should I say 10 million penis's every show and I live in a trailer with my sweet heart wide boy and I will win this

[cjwallflower]

Marvel Gender Headcanons

because i doubt some of these people are cis

Peter: 

i claim this man for the trans community

he realised he was trans at around present time (15-16 years old)

he knows his family and friends will accept him

he’s still N E R V O U S

but he still wants to be true to his identity

so he wears the trans flag colours!!

Ned obvs catches on, but doesn’t say anything

Tony’s the first one Peter comes out to, bc i’m soft and irondad owns my heart

Tony gets him a spider suit with a binder built in

Peter is absolutely the kind of trans guy who forgets to take off his binder (i’m not projecting what do you mean)

he comes out to his aunt May next, and she breaks out the scissors

the other eventually figure it out, and they accept him immediately

Peter: Hey Clint?

Clint: Yo

Peter: I’m trans

Clint: *takes a gulp of his soda* wig

Peter: ???

they love him though let’s be real

Natasha Punches A Transphobe

someone calls Peter a tr*nny 

Natasha sends them on a one way trip to space :)

Peter absolutely decides to go on T

and he is a handsome!! boy!!

he eventually tells Ned and MJ, and they accept him too

Ned buys him a trans flag

NED BUYS HIM A TRANS FLAG

by the time they’re graduating high school, Peter passes as cis very well

Tony:

i’m claiming Tony as trans too

i promise there’s other gender identities here jdsfhkhsdfkjh

Tony came out in the 80s of all times

we know Howard

it didn’t go over well

Maria didn’t say much about it, but Howard was actively against it

Tony didn’t care at all

he literally snuck out and got a fake ID so he could start on T

Tony was almost 18 at that point, but he still used Howard’s money

just to piss him off

well Howard ended up dying like 3 years later

Maria survived because fuck you

but Tony never ended up getting any surgeries because he ended up getting busy with the company

he just didn’t have time, with all the recovery that goes into it

he’s still on T though!!

mans has tiddies and a beard, the boomers get confused

he tends to keep it more private though

Pepper knows, how could she not?

Pepper is the sole reason Tony survived to adulthood lbr

Peter found out accidentally

Tony got oil on a shirt while fixing one of his machines, and Peter walked in while he had it off

he saw the binder and boyyy was that a surprise

but it totally explained how Tony already knew so much about supporting Peter in his transition

the problem with being an ADHD workaholic?? 

hyperfocusing

when Tony hyperfocuses, he forgets to take off his binder

Jarvis: Sir, you need to take off your binder

Tony: Gimme like five more minutes, I need to finish this

Jarvis: Sir, it’s been 38 hours??

Tony: *already moving onto the next task* What’s your point?

his ribs are so fucked

Pepper and Peter remind him too

my boy is a mess

Thor:

this is solely because my nb loml claimed thor as nb and it’s super fucking valid

i love you babe 🥺

so Thor learned about different genders from Loki

and also from Peter tbh

but Thor LOVED the idea of being in between

it just made him really happy!!

he started using those labels a lot, even though he didn’t know much about what they meant

being on Earth more, he started to learn more about them

mostly because they replaced cops at pride (Peter’s idea)

so Thor decided to learn more

he knew he liked boys, that wasn’t uncommon on Asgard

gender expression was very open, but that blurred the lines a lot for him

when he got to non-binary, it clicked

“oh that sounds like me”

“THATS ME”

he was excited he’d figured it out

his immediate instinct?

he went to tell Loki

the only problem was Loki was asleep

“LOKI LOKI LOKI-”

“what do you wANT-”

“I’M NON-LIBRARY!!”

“WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN-”

it took like ten minutes for Loki to figure out what he meant

Loki was tired give him a break

he just kinda pushed Thor’s face away and went back to sleep

they talked about it again in the morning

after Loki got some coffee he was more receptive

“I accept you, just please stop waking me up at 2 am”

Thor’s just trying his best

he doesn’t know how to be non-binary though

(there is no right way to be enby though)

so Loki tried a few example sentences using they/them pronouns

Thor LOVED it

so now Thor wanted to use they/them pronouns

Loki isn’t a brain cell by any means

but he sure feels like one sometimes

and he’s tired of it

ANYWAYS

Thor announced it to everyone they saw

some people heard it multiple times

“GUYS I’M NON-BINARY!! :D”

they were happy for their thude

and Thor wore an enby flag to their first pride!!

now the protector of the lesbians says non-library rights

Loki:

Loki basically always knew he was genderfluid

it just seemed really obvious to him?

he realised he wasn’t cis when he was 7

he transformed into a girl for fun 

and she was like “oh i like this-”

so she experimented with that

and she fucking loved all of them

so she turned back into a boy and went to Frigga

that’s how he found out about the word genderfluid

so he basically just grew up shapeshifting as much as he wanted

when they eventually went to earth, Loki couldn’t shapeshift as much

after he was redeemed, he still needed to be recognisable so they wouldn’t think he was to pull a fast one on them

he was uncomfy 

Loki stays in his room a lot

he just really doesn’t wanna deal with it

he still shapeshifts in private!

Thor ends up being the one to catch on

but he kinda knows that Loki won’t talk to him

so he sends in the spider child!

Loki and Peter have a pretty close bond

so on one of the nights they hang out, it’s a she/her day

and Loki just kinda snapped and went on a bit of a rant

and she ended up coming out to Peter

Loki totally didn’t end up crying what do you mean

she just needs a hug

obvs Peter was accepting

he gave her that hug don’t worry

this was all on a rooftop eating bad street food jhshkfhjfkhkd

he did ask if he could tell the others, and Loki reluctantly agreed

yeah, the others felt kinda bad

so they ended up compromising!!

Loki could shapeshift, but not into other people 

and she could wear whatever she wanted

they also gave her bracelets so she could express her pronouns

its a long road

and it takes a long time to build trust

but Loki really does appreciate Thor and Peter’s efforts

Bucky:

trans enby rights. send tweet

let’s jump back to 1930s

Bucky was transitioning before the war

he had the surgeries and was on T

Steve was the only one who really knew 

it was right when HRT was starting to become a thing

he was one of the first people to try it

and it worked pretty well!

Bucky passed easily after ~2 years on T

but then he died

RIP Bucky :(

when he comes back as a Hydra agent, they use T supplements to make his body stronger

“Jokes on you, I like that shit”

yeah no the others end up rescuing him from there

but Bucky still takes T

everyone is a bit worried about it

they think he’s still under Hydra’s control

Steve has to explain it (with Bucky’s permission)

but Bucky really starts feeling a disconnect with being a male

it’s mostly due to the trauma from Hydra

he knows he’s not a girl anymore

but he hates the idea of being a boy now

so he has no idea what he is

he ends up drawing the parallel between himself and Thor

but Bucky still sees some masculinity in Thor, which confuses him a LOT

Bucky’s always confused lbr

so he ends up finding the term Agender

and he understands it!! and likes it!!

he’s too nervous to tell the others, so he writes sentences using they/them pronouns

“Their name is Bucky Barnes”

“Bucky is tired, they need a nap”

“Bucky’s best friend is Steve. They’ve known Steve since the beginning”

Bucky is WAY happier with they/them pronouns

the problem is they don’t know how to communicate that

even to Steve, they’re just nervous

Steve ends up finding the paper, which now has over 100 sentences

so the next time they’re alone, Steve brings it up, and after a little bit of avoiding answering, Bucky tells him about it

Steve is super accepting 🥺

“Do you want me to tell the others for you?”

“Yes please, I have no idea what I’m doing-”

“I don’t think any of us do”

so Steve lets the others know, and they start using they/them pronouns

Bucky’s IMMEDIATELY so much happier

i just think they’re neat-

MJ:

MJ isn’t cis, fuck you

MJ is a demigirl

and no one even figured it out for the longest time

she kinda groups herself on the more non-binary side

Peter finds out because someone calls her by they/them pronouns

“MJ?? Are you?? Non-binary??”

“Nope”

“Are you still a girl??” 

“Nope”

after like 20 mins Peter figures it out

and boy is he confused

“Why didn’t you just say it?”

“I couldn’t. Gotta keep ‘em on their toes”

“Who??”

“:)”

the M in MJ stands for mystery

anyways!!

she switches from lesbian to the term Trixic (NBLW)

MJ goes to pride with Peter and Ned that year

MJ gets a girlfriend there!!

she comes out to her girlfriend upfront. she doesn’t feel like waiting

yeah she gets intense

she gets it from her moms

who can blame her

MJ sometimes wears a binder

she wore one on the first day of school, because Peter was nervous about being out (he’d come out over the summer)

MJ will punch transphobes and homophobes

even just for fun tbh

but she won’t do it immediately

she heard someone make a comment about Ned and his boyfriend and waited a few days

and then came out of nowhere

B O N K

the douchebag kinda knew why though 

in conclusion, MJ is elite