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buckyalpine · 6 months

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TW: drugging, sa, Bucky x protective reader

I’m in a whumpy angsty mood where I want everyone, I mean EVERYONE to be protective and caring over Bucky, taking care of him and making sure he’s okay.

TW: Sexual assault (not reader), drugging

Bucky takes a sip of his drink and immediately knows something isn’t right. He doesn’t get drunk, he can’t. So why did his entire body suddenly feel lax and his vision hazy. He blinks a few times, trying to focus but it only makes everything worse, his skin feeling warm.

“Doll?” He tries to get up and look for you, only to stumble as he gets out of the chair. The rest of what happens in a blur when a pair of soft hands help steady him.

“Has anyone seen Bucky?” You come around to the lounge area in search of your favorite super soldier, surprised when he wasn’t sitting with the rest of the team either.

“Thought he was with you” Steve looked confused while Sam smirked; everyone knew the way Bucky trailed behind you like a lost puppy, so it was strange that you of all people, didn’t know where he was...

“Last I saw him was....he’s gone” Nat frowned, seeing the bar stool not only empty but also knocked over.

“Where could he be” You scanned the room once more, feeling uneasy when you still couldn't find him. “Let me go check his room” You decided to make your way up to the elevator while Nat followed just to be safe, the both of you surprised to see the door slightly ajar.

“No”

The muffled sound coming from his room made your heart race faster, his strained voice barely audible.

“Please, no”

You saw red, striding over to his room, bursting through the door, gasping when you saw a woman straddled on top of him, her hands working at the buttons of his shirt. Her eyes grew wide, yelping when you ripped her off him, throwing her to the floor.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You spat, punching her across the jaw, your knuckles connecting with her teeth causing your skin to split while she cried out.

“Well-well he wanted me too!” The woman spat causing another surge of anger to flow through you, lunging for her again.

You were ready to tear her to shreds but a soft whimper pulled you out of your rage. You turned to see Bucky’s tear streaked face, waiting for you to hold him. Nat nodded for you to go to him, grabbing he woman by the hair, covering her mouth from screaming too much, not wanting to stress Bucky more.

“Don’t make a sound” Nat hissed in her ear, pinching a nerve to keep her still while calling for he rest of the team to come up.

“Doll” Bucky clung onto you like a small child, still struggling to understand what was going on, all he knew was that he was safe again when you protecting him.

“Bucky, I’m here baby, it’s okay, I got you” you cooed, holding him tightly, covering him with the sheets, your heart breaking over his vulnerable state. He shook his head in confusion, while you stroked soft circles on his back to calm him.

“Is he okay?” Nat tightened her grip around the woman while you blinked back tears, soothing Bucky.

“What the hells going on” Tony frowned, approaching the room with Steve and Sam in tow after seeing Nat’s text message.

“She drugged him. Tried to have her way with him” Nat snarled while Steve’s jaw clenched at the sight of he woman who nearly rolled her eyes while his best friend was in distress. He held back from doing something he'd regret, mumbling something to Nat before coming over to Bucky. Bucky stayed hidden in your comfort, whining whenever you shifted, terrified you’d leave him, needing you more than ever.

“Stay with me?” He pleaded softly, still feeling so out of control, his head spinning, the touch of the other woman still burning his skin. “Don’t want her, want you”

“I know baby, it’s me, don’t worry, not going anywhere” you whispered, kissing his forehead as he relaxed slightly, closing his eyes. “Stay awake for me though Bucky, alright? I need you to stay up”

“But m’so tired” Bucky slurred, his eyes growing heavy once again, your hand gently patting his cheek to keep him from sleeping.

“I know baby” You continued to rock him while he struggled to keep his eyes open.

“You’re gonna kick her ass for all of us, right?” Sam whispered to Nat, the redhead silently nodding, already planning on ripping the woman apart as she dragged her away.

“Buck, you alright?” Steve spoke softly, his eyes filling with tears at the small nod Bucky mustered. Sam joined his side, gently squeezing Bucky’s shoulder.

“We’re here for you, okay? Just stay awake for us Buck”

Bucky let out a muffled hum, his body still running hotter than usual, making it harder for him to stay awake.

“Sam, get him some water please” You whispered while he nodded, running off to grab some, coming back seconds later. You brought the glass to his lips, helping him drink before setting it aside. “Baby, can I take this off? I’ll help you feel better” Bucky let you take off the rest of his shirt, everyone leaving the room so you could help him with the rest of his clothes, covering him back up in your arms once he was just in his briefs.

Tony brought over his suit to run a quick rest over the drugs that were now in his system using a needle to get a sample of blood to scan.

“Its okay, it’ll be quick terminator, I promise” Tony whispered, doing his best to only take a tiny amount not stressing him more, so he could get an immediate reading on what Bucky had been given, breathing a sigh of relief when it wasn’t anything that would cause major harm or damage. “Standard narcotics. Just a fuck ton though. It’ll be out of his system without an issue but stay with him”

You nodded, carefully monitoring Bucky until he was less groggy and disoriented, the both of you still wrapped up in the sheets. He blinked at the sight of your slightly bloodied hand, kissing your palm before pressing it against his cheek.

“Are you okay baby” you whispered against his hair while he continued to nuzzle into you, not wanting to leave your warmth.

“You protected me” He whispered, burying himself further into your hold, finally being able to fall asleep now that enough time had passed. “My angel”

“I’ll always protect you my love” you whispered, holding him tighter as he closed his eyes, “Always”

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myfictionaldreams · 6 months

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Day 20: Fear Play - Mafia!Stucky

Summary: You woke up to darkness, your phone was missing, and all you could was silence echoing around the house, but you knew you weren’t alone.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, consensual non-consent (CNC), threesome (f/m/m), discussion of safe words/consent before, fear play, chasing, uniform kink, manhandling, spanking, begging, restrained/held down, rough sex, pain/pleasure, size kink, degradation, dacryphilia, oral (m receiving), possessive, breathplay, cockwarming, aftercare

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“Are you sure about this? I really don’t think you’re going to enjoy it. I mean, Doll, you cried watching Scream. Do you think you’ll be able to cope with something like this?”

You refrained from rolling your eyes at the blatant mocking from Bucky, who was currently sitting on the coffee table with your feet in his lap, his fingers massaging the soles and earning a deep groan to pour from your mouth as you’d been in stilettos for so long today that your feet ached terribly. Your head fell back against Steve’s shoulder, whose lap you were currently sitting in, his arms wrapped around your middle to keep you close.

“Well, Buckaroo, we won’t know until I try it now, will I? Anyway, it was Scream that gave me the idea”, you explain with your eyes closed, enjoying the massage thoroughly. Steve and Bucky share an unsure look, knowing just how sensitive you are. However, with your eyes closed, you didn’t notice and continued trying to convince them, “I’ll use my safe words if I’m not enjoying it, but please, can we just try it?”

Steve's hold tightens for a moment as you melt further into the embrace, “We’ll try it, but if you hate it, I do need you to communicate clearly with us, especially something that could potentially become triggering. If you are sure you would like us all to do this, then I'm happy if you are”.

Turning your face so you can kiss his cheek, you smile and say, “Thank you, I definitely want to try it. However, if Bucky keeps massaging my feet like that, I'm going to fall asleep before anything even happens”.

You groan in pleasure as he massages deeper, smiling at the reaction he is getting. “Don't fight it, hot mama, get some sleep. We’ve had a long day, so get some rest”.

You don't need to be told twice as you snuggle into Steve whilst wiggling your toes for Bucky to continue, which he happily did, wanting to satisfy his best girl.

Some naps, you awake feeling like a new person, rejuvenated and ready to live the best of the day. Other times, naps were more detrimental, leaving you feeling disorientated and confused, not knowing the time of the day. You'd had the latter versions on naps, waking up in a different room from where you'd fallen asleep.

It took a couple of minutes of mumbling and groaning, stretching your muscles, to figure out that you were in your large bed, but most importantly, naked and alone in the darkness.

“Steve? Bucky?” you shouted into the darkness whilst fumbling around for your phone, but there was nothing, so rolling over, you clicked the bedside lamp on. However, it didn’t turn on as you remained in darkness, so you stood, holding the thin sheet to your body to try and keep out the chill, and stumbled to the light switch, flicking it a few times and then sighing in frustration when it didn't turn in.

A deep chill cursed through your body as your back pushed against the wall, looking around the room more thoroughly, whichh was only slightly illuminated by the security lights that seeped through the gaps in the blinds. The shadows around the furniture seemed to look more threatening than ever before as you realised that the electricity was not working and the house was haunting silently. All you could hear was the thumping of your panicking heartbeat in your ears as you tried to take a moment to process everything that was going on.

You were naked, with only a sheet to cover your modesty, your phone was missing, the electricity wasn't working, and Steve and Bucky were not answering your calls as you were seemingly home alone. Taking a deep breath to steady your increasing nerves, your grip on the sheet tightened as you tried to come up with reasonable answers for what was happening.

The conversation with your boyfriends was the first thing to come to mind, and maybe they were planning the surprise now. However, when you mentioned the topic of fear play, you'd expected it to be like running away from them in the middle of the woods or a jump scare whilst out in an expensive club, as you role-played not knowing them.

Releasing the tension in your shoulders with a long breath, you decided this was probably the most reasonable excuse for your predicament. As you stepped forward, another dark thought cast through your mind. What if it wasn't them? What if they’d been called away as you were sleeping, and they didn't want to wake you, and now you were being targeted? There were many dangers to relationships with mafia gang members, specifically the boss and his partner. The house was thoroughly guarded, and security surrounded the building 24 hours a day, but the enemy was cruel and had broken the three of you more times than you'd like even to begin counting.

It then dawned on you: why would they strip you naked and put you into bed? Wouldn't they have just killed you if it was the enemy?

Finally, you decided this was probably Steve and Bucky’s doing, and they were planning whatever was for your fantasy. This did little to ease the tension for you now as you realised who you were asking. They were both trained in the army, and Bucky, additionally as an assassin, had been experimented on and given specific abilities to heighten every part of their body, including hearing. They had so many more advantages at that moment than you; if you moved even an inch, they would surely hear it even from a room away. Not even to mention the years they’d had as dangerous mafia gang members, all the experience they’d had stalking their victims, you were unsure of the tactic they had planned.

Your heart was beating harder as the adrenaline began to spike throughout your body. It was hard to decide what to do next. Do you stand there and wait for them to find you with no exit route, as your bedroom was on the second floor? Or do you try to tiptoe through the house, preferably somewhere downstairs, where you could find some weapons of some sort, including that it wasn’t actually Steve or Bucky?

Deciding the latter, with as much grace as possible, you slowly walked through the upper part of your house. Even the sound of the sheet dragging on the floor made you cringe with its volume, so you gathered the excess material into your arms to increase your stealth. There was nothing you could do to dampen the noise of the stairs creaking as you descended them one at a time. Each breath was slow to try not to inform whoever was in your home as to where you were, but you were sure they could easily find you by listening for how loudly your heart was hammering against your rib cage.

You were now faced with your next decision. To leave out of the front door or find a weapon in the kitchen and potentially leave through the back door. Deciding the front door, you rushed over and then bit back a cry as the handle wouldn’t turn; it was thoroughly jammed. Trying to regain composure, you didn’t stop walking until you were in the kitchen, which had never seemed so frightening in the darkness.

Walking with muscle memory, you crept around the kitchen island to the drawers that stored the knives. Except when you opened it, you were greeted with an empty draw; in fact, there were no utensils, plates, pans, nothing whatsoever in any of the cupboards, as if someone had prepared for you to go and try and find a weapon to defend yourself.

As you’d decided to abort your plan for a weapon and try to escape out of the front door, was the exact moment a gloved hand pressed over your mouth, silencing your scream.

“We can do this the hard way or the extremely hard way”, a muffled voice spoke from behind as you were abruptly pulled back against a solid body with a metal arm around your waist. You knew it was Bucky, even from the smell of his aftershave that lingered beneath the overwhelming scent of leather and tactical gear. Even with the confirmation that it was your boyfriend behind the nakedness, disappearing phones and no lights, this did nothing to calm the fear tumbling through your stomach as you continued to tremble and attempt to pull away from your captor.

In doing so, the sheet slipped out of your grip, pooling to your feet, revealing your utterly nude body. You shivered at the chill and exposure. The indifference to the situation deepened as usually, Bucky’s body would thoroughly warm yours, especially if he had an arm around you. However, whatever he wore seemed to contain all his heat. The ex-assassin towered over your body, firmly pressing his body against your back so that you could feel rugged buckles indented into your skin. You’d never seen him in this uniform before or even with a face mask covering half of his face, muffling his voice.

You could feel him leering over your shoulder, and even though he was someone you trusted more than anyone in the entire world, the persona he was currently playing was more deadly than anything you’d ever seen before. The name flashed through your mind like an alarm bell. You’d never know Bucky through those dark days when he was the enemy’s weapon, but you’d been there for the nightmares, the mind breaks that had him fearing to be near you in case he had a momentary lapse in his judgement. The Winter Solider was a dangerous part of Bucky’s past, and it seemed that he was adorning the attire to strike fear through your heart.

The arm crushing around your waist tightened as he looked down at your now naked body, as you attempted to both cover yourself and wiggle free from the hold. “Well, that makes it easier. My pretty little lamb, oh, the things I’m going to do to you”, he drawled as his metal thumb pressed into the flesh of your hip.

His words had the desired effect you’d been hoping for. Unfathomable fear, laced with cunt soaking arousal, pulses through you so deeply that your knees shook as your thighs clenched tightly together.

Bucky noticed, his arm squeezing even tighter until you were gasping and slapping the unmoveable limb. Before you could comprehend the next move, you were screaming from being manhandled, your feet leaving the safety of the floor as the Winter Soldier lifted you, turning on the spot and roughly pushing you against the kitchen island. The coldness of the marble countertop was nearly overwhelming against your soft skin. You attempted to move off the surface, kicking your legs to get free, but the man behind you seemed to be everywhere, holding your arms down and stepping between your legs, spreading them further so he could use his hips and weight to keep you still.

“No point trying to run, little lamb; you’re all mine to use as I see fit”. His voice was monotone, almost lifeless, which helped you to fall further into the narrative of fear. Wiggling your hips to try to loosen his hold, it only made him hold you tighter until you cried out.

“Le-Let go of me, please!” you begged as you tried to look over your shoulder at him, but all you could see was a dark outline.

A sharp swat with his palm to your arse cheek shut you up quickly, “Such a pathetic little thing, begging like that. Don’t worry though, little lamb, you’ll be begging alright when we both have our turn”.

Through all the struggle, you’d momentarily forgotten about Steve, who had yet to join the scenario and like any other time that you thought of your blonde boyfriend, your cunt clenched automatically. “Giving up already?” the Soldier interrupted your dirty thoughts, “I thought you’d have more fight than this, but that’s fine with me; it makes this all so much easier”. He ground his hips harder against yours so that his covered crotch roughly scrapped against your pussy.

You were plunged back into the fear, trying to go through your memories of whenever Bucky or Steve had tried to train you with self-defence to get out of these similar situations, but it was difficult when they would anticipate your next move. With your hell, you violently kicked down, aiming mindlessly. At the same time, you turned towards his flesh arm that was still holding down your wrist. Simultaneously, you managed to bite his gloved hand and kick his kneecap, which caused a grunt of pain and his weight to fall back for a split second, which was all the time you needed to roll off the counter and run.

Run like your life depended on it. The front door was still jammed, so you decided hiding was the next best option as you began to climb the stairs two at a time. All for your ankle to be grabbed by a metal hand, causing your body to tumble onto the carpeted stairs, which thankfully wasn’t too painful on a fall.

Not that you cared about this as you let out an almighty scream that echoed around the eerily quiet house as Bucky roughly grabbed you, having been right behind you the entire time, needing more than just a simple bite and quick kick to hurt.

“That wasn’t very nice, looks like the little lamb needs a lesson on how to play nicely with others”. Bucky managed to twist both of your arms behind your back, keeping them locked together in his metal hand, and the other began to play with the buckle of his uniform, his big thighs forcefully pushing yours apart.

Even though the carpet had softened your fall, it rubbed roughly against your soft skin as you were once more manhandled. Your face, chest, hips and knees burned from the friction as Bucky knelt behind you on the stairs.

Maybe it was the adrenaline or the act of the roughness that was turning you on so much, but it was verging on embarrassing how wet you could feel yourself becoming as the Soldier freed his cock.

“Got a lovely present for you, little lamb, and you’re going to take every. Single. Inch of it”. With each emphasis of his words, the thick tip of his cock pushed against your entrance, spreading it open until it burned from adjusting to his girth. In this position, he felt impossibly big as your body reacted with heat and entire body shivers, saliva filling your mouth as you let out pathetic screams.

“It’s too big; it’s not going to fit!” your bottom lip quivered as your eyes shut, breathing slowly as he kept going until fully penetrated.

“It’s a good thing I made it fit”, he mocked into your ear, the material of his mask pushing into your cheek. Bucky fucked you hard, without restraint, so your entire body burned from the carpet and the force of his thrusts.

You’d become lost in his fucking, mind wholly consumed by the cock pressing into your core, the body pushing into you and the hand that began to cover your mouth to quieten your cries.

With the dampened volume, you could now hear the purposefully heavy footsteps from the top of the stairs. It was hard to look up with Bucky pressing into you, but you already knew who it was, even as a pair of combat boots stood on the step above where your head lay.

“How does she feel?” Steve asks Bucky in the tone he only saved for when he was at work. Powerful, full of authority and an inkling of darkness.

“Tight and wet, I think she’s starting to like it, aren’t you, little lamb?” Bucky answers cockily whilst not slowing his fucking, but his hand releases your mouth to grip your jaw firmly, tilting your head back painfully until you are looking up at Steve.

Even though it was difficult to see in the dark, you could identify that Steve was in his own uniform that you’d only seen in pictures. It seemed dark navy blue, with buckles around his waist and a giant white star in the centre of his chest. Like Bucky, this uniform was from his time in the army, usually saved for his undercover missions where he used the alias Captain America.

“You really are a sick thing, aren’t you, getting all tight at seeing your intruders, huh?” Bucky quipped, releasing your embarrassed face as you realised how tightly you’d squeezed his cock.

“Get off me!” you tried to fight out of his hold again, but he held firmly.

“Such a pretty face, be a shame to let it go to waste, don’t you think, Cap?” the Soldier admires as a tear leaks down your cheek. Apparently, his eyesight was good enough to notice as he wiped it away, spearing it into the skin.

“It would. Get her up; I want to see just how tight she is. You can have her mouth”, Steve commands, talking as if you weren’t even there, which, for some reason, only turned you on more, even if you were still frightened by the situation.

Ungracefully, Bucky pulls out and wraps his arms around your body, hoisting you up and over his shoulder and descends back down the stairs and into the living room. There, you are dumped onto the couch, bouncing a few times before a different pair of hands forces you onto your knees, turning you until you’re leaning over the back of the furniture.

There, you’re greeted with Bucky’s cock that is still proudly on display. “If you bite me, I promise you, I’ll make your life a misery”, he warns as his hand harshly pulls the back of your head until your lips are pushed against the wet tip of his cock.

You can smell your liquids on him and try to keep your lips sealed for a moment, but then Steve is behind you, holding both hands behind your back like Bucky had been as he, too, began to widen your knees to give himself some room. You tried in vain to get out of his hold, to play the victim character, tears springing to your eyes as a sob wracked through your chest. It mainly was the pumping adrenaline that was making it so easy for your to fall into actress mode, but it only made it feel more real, which in turn wettened your cunt.

As Bucky had already fucked you, Steve didn’t need to take as long slowly filling you up. Instead, he thrust in with one quick movement that took your breath away with how wide you’d been stretched. It also forced your mouth to open in a silent gasp and was the perfect opportunity for Bucky to push his cock into your face.

You gagged instantly as the tip glided to the back of your throat. It was overwhelming initially, but as you relaxed your cries and throat, he could push deeper. Steve and Bucky both sighed in contentment at being in both of your warm, wet holes. This serenity lasted a single second as they both used every ounce of strength and training to fuck your holes.

Every time Steve would fuck in, your body would jolt forward so that your mouth took more of Bucky. It was like an endless sex circle, your body being used thoroughly between the two, their little toy to use however they’d like.

“Maybe we should visit the little lamb more often”, Steve grunted between powerful thrusts that were starting to make you dizzy with how perfectly they grazed your sensitive nerves. “Can’t be leaving a pretty girl like you to be all by your lonesome; someone needs to fill this hole. You’re ours now, do you understand? Ours to fuck, touch and maim whenever we like”.

You couldn’t help it as your body tensed in arousal, throat and cunt pulsing and squeezing like your body naturally wanted to milk their cocks with the way it was reacting. It earned a throaty moan from both of them, their hands squeezing in recognition that they knew you were close to orgasming.

It had almost sneaked up on you, that burning to peak in your abdomen, the tingles shifting through your thighs with each thrust. You’d been secretly enjoying this rough fear play so much that you’d fallen so into being the victim that your body seemed to want to explode to release the tension.

However, when you finally cum, it only earned more teasing from Steve and Bucky, both continuing to use you throughout. “So pathetic, cumming on my cock like that; you must be desperate little lamb”.

They didn’t stop, just held you in that one position as you came again after a few minutes, feeling now tender and sore with overstimulation and yet dribbling from both your mouth and cunt.

Bucky came first, down your throat in thick ropes of cum that you swallowed after some encouragement from him which was to hold his cock in your mouth and pinch your nose until you had no other option but to swallow so that you could breathe.

You slumped over the back of the couch by the time Steve was soaking your cunt, his hips rocking into you with such force that your bones groaned from the impact, but you took it all, even squeezing your walls to help milk him completely.

Your entire body trembled when the lights came back on, causing you to flinch and hide your face in the pillows. Steve was the first to break character, kissing along the back of your shoulder and massaging the areas of your wrists he’d been holding.

“You good?” he asks, carefully working his lips up your neck and to your cheek, kissing away the kisses that had left tracks down your face.

“I’m perfect”, you say, huskier than you’d ever sounded.

Steve chuckled, “Seem’s Bucky did a number on your throat, " he joked as he leaned back, giving you some space for a moment but only to roll the two of you over gently. His cock was still inside you, but you were grateful for this, needing this sort of aftercare where you felt close to him as he held you close to his body.

“Everyone good?” Bucky asks, taking off his mask and sitting beside the two of you. Steve nods as you smile at the brunette who is visually checking over your body for any marks, only noticing the areas that had rubbed against the carpet. “Sorry, I didn’t think about carpet burn. Do these hurt?” he asks whilst looking at the marks.

Shaking your head no, you tried to cuddle further into Steve but found it rather tricky. “This uniform isn’t comfortable whatsoever”, you mumbled against the star on his chest.

“Duly noted”, Steve laughed, kissing your head.

“I mean, I like their look, but maybe keep them in the wardrobe for cuddles. Also, do we need to get new security? Even with the lights off, didn’t they think to check on me with all the screaming?”

Bucky moved closer, his hands-free of the gloves as he stroked up your naked spine. “I warned them not to come knocking whilst the lights were out as we were playing a fun little game”.

You gave him an incredulous expression, “I’m sure they must think we’re crazy”.

Bucky shrugs, showing you his charming grin as he ducks his head to kiss your cheek chastely, “They probably do, but I don’t care, not when I’ve got my little lamb to chase in the dark”.

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rainylana · 7 days

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“I love you.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: a night of bad dreams leads the both of you into the each other’s arms for comfort.

warnings: smut, angst to the max, mentions of blood and guts.

“Baby, please, wake up! Y/n, y/n! Oh, God, please, God, no! Wake up! Wake up! Don’t you dare leave me!” He couldn’t move. He was sure he was paralyzed. Your eyes were closed. Were you dead? He couldn’t get up to see. Covered in blood and guts, he laid their, screaming for you, crying.

The bats would be back again soon. He’d have to play dead, but he wondered if he would be dead by the time they got back. He flexed out his fingers as hard as he could, trying to reach you. You had blood seeping from your head. “Y/n, please! Please wake up, baby! Oh, God, help! Help us, please!” He continued screaming. A scream you didn’t hear unless you were watching a scary movie, the blood curdling kind, until Steve, Nancy and Robin found you both.

Eddie was awake. Again. He wondered if you were, but your back was to him and your breathing seemed to be steady. You were asleep. Good. You needed it. His head was propped up with a pillow, his body halfway sitting up. The window was open, a steady draft of wind that was cool against his bare chest. The moon shone a precious gleam that made him look angelic, highlighting the muscles of his torso. The sheet laid rested on his legs, though lay tangled with yours.

Another round of nightmares and deep thoughts, another night of thinking he’d lost you. It had been almost two months, but it hadn’t seemed to have gotten any easier. Eddie thought you had died that night. He’d eventually passed out from the blood loss, and when he’d woken up in the hospital, you were his first thought. When he found out you were alive, critical, but alive, he’d sobbed, completely broke down and thanked God.

Nobody was there. No nurse, no doctor, no Eddie. You were screaming, hand on your stomach, twirling around the hospital floor at three in the morning, demanding to know where he was. Was he dead? Was he alive? You could barely remember what happened. The bats. Oh, god, the bats!

Wayne had found you first, and when you found out he was alive, critical, but alive, you fell to your knees and threw up. You had looked up, face covered in vomit and tears, and thanked God. The nurses had demanded you get back into bed, hooked you back up to your iv and oxygen. It was a miracle you were alive.

Your eyes were glued to the window, staring at the light of the moon, a pale, silvery color that reminded you of your mom’s set of pearls she’d given you. The wind was cold on your face, but it soothed the burn in your chest. Another night, another nightmare. The burn of the memory that you couldn’t forget. You wondered if you ever would. You could tell Eddie was asleep. His breathing was even.

Your relationship had taken it’s toll that night, but it brought you closer together. He thought you’d died. You thought he had died. It created something so grave, so treacherous inside you that only the other could understand.

A tear slipped down your face. You needed to see him. With a shuffle of the blanket, you rolled over and turned your neck to look at him, only to find he was already looking at you with his own teary eyes. He knew what you were thinking. You knew what he was thinking.

You both stared at each other before you climbed over his lap slowly, caressing his face as you did so. You kissed him deeply, your hair falling over his own curls. Your tears blended with his, your bodies hoping to feel anything but pain for one night.

He took off your shirt, leaving you naked before him, and took your nipple in his mouth. He took his time, caressing each and every part of your chest. You sighed in content, thinking. God, where would you be now if you had lost him? You couldn’t bare the thought. He moved up to your neck, his hand cupping the heat of your sex, finding you wet and ready, aching for him to take you.

You pulled at his hair and brought his mouth back up to yours, kissing him desperately and needfully, pouring all your thoughts and feelings into him. He did the same to you, gripping and pulling at you. It was passionate, full of love and sorrow.

He pulled out his cock beneath you, hard and ready and slipped it inside your cunt with ease. You both kept your eyes locked together as you slowly slide up and down his length. He held your hips, guiding you. You couldn’t help it, but you let out another tear, a fat one that rolled down your face so quick he almost missed it.

“I love you.” You cried, rocking yourself against him, the friction building a satisfying pull in your abdomen.

He caught your cry with his mouth, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you flush together, helping you move quicker, faster. He kissed back the words I love you.

The pressure built up in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter, his cock full and prominent up inside of you. He groaned underneath you, pressing his face to bury himself between your breasts. “I love you.” He husked, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. “God, I- love you.”

You were gushing all over his cock within seconds, and he was following quickly after you as he came undone. You collapsed and laid atop of him, feeling blissful, free of thought and torment. He was still inside you, wrapping an arm around your back, he kissed your forehead until you eventually fell back asleep. “I love you.”

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sunshinesteviee · 26 days

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fast asleep - s.h.

you and steve pull a prank on your little girl when she pretends to be asleep; based on a tiktok trend i've seen a few times hehe. dad!steve & mom!reader; 1.3k

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Phoebe is sprawled across the couch, half in your lap, half in Steve’s. Your fingers stroke through her hair slowly, careful to not pull too hard on the delicate strands. Between that, and Steve’s hand on her calf, thumb stroking short lines over her skin, she’d fallen asleep halfway through The Little Mermaid. But now that the credits are rolling, you can tell she’s at least somewhat awake, pretending to be asleep so Steve will carry her to bed. Her eyes and lips twitch slightly, in the way they always do when kids pretend they’re sleeping.

Steve will carry her to bed either way, but exchanging a look with him, you know he’s going to have a bit of fun with it.

“Oh man. Looks like Bee is fast asleep! Missed half the movie, what a bummer. Guess I’ll have to carry her to bed if we can’t get her up,” he says, like he’s whispering, but still loud enough for Phoebe to hear.

“Uh oh. Bee? Gotta get up, sweet girl,” you try, shaking her shoulder gently. The movement causes the corner of her mouth to curl ever so slightly, and you can tell she’s fighting hard to keep her eyes closed.

“Bumblebee?” Steve asks, fingertips pressing into the sole of her foot lightly, just enough to tickle, “Wake up, Bee!”

Though she refuses to open her eyes, a short, muffled giggle escapes her lips, pressed together tightly. Your eyes meet Steve’s over your daughter’s figure, and you both have to hold back your own laughter. She is absolutely everything.

“Ya know,” Steve says after a moment, still barely above a whisper, “I heard that there’s one way to tell for sure whether or not a kid’s asleep.”

“Oh yeah?” you ask, no idea where he’s going with this, but ready to play along, “What’s that?”

“Well, if you pick up their arm and it stays in the air, they’re actually asleep. But if it falls back down, they’re just faking it.”

“We should definitely try, just to make sure she’s not tricking us.”

“Definitely,” Steve repeats, nodding seriously as he pulls the frilly sock covering her tiny foot up her ankle.

“Alright, let’s see if she’s asleep…” you trail off, taking Phoebe’s wrist in your hand, lifting it up above her head.

Her hand is so small, just a fraction of the size of your hand. Your thumb rubs over the back of her hand in a soft circle once, twice. Sometimes you can’t believe that you made every single perfect part of the human stretched out across your laps. Making eye contact with Steve, he gives you a bright smile, and you know he’s thinking the same thing.

Giving the tiny hand in yours a gentle squeeze, you finally let go of it. There’s a split second where Phoebe’s hand seems like it’s going to fall back into her lap, but it stays in the air. You can see the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of her lips, all too pleased with herself and what she thinks she’s getting away with.

It takes everything in you to not burst out laughing loudly at the way her hand stays in the air, the way you can see her lips twitching again, fighting her own smile. Steve slaps a hand over his mouth, smothering the laugh that threatens to burst out of him, head turning to bury his face into a pillow nearby. You bite down on your bottom lip, stifling more giggles as you say, “Oh, she’s fast asleep. Totally knocked out, I can’t believe it.”

She totally thinks she’s tricked the two of you, even more so when Steve finally composes himself enough to chime in, “Guess I’ll have to carry her to bed, we can’t leave her down here when she’s asleep like this.” You know that was her goal the entire time, and this time, she can’t help the smile that breaks out on her face. Despite the smiling and giggling, you’re impressed that she hasn’t opened her eyes yet.

You gently push her arm down, and then brush a strand of hair out of her face, leaning over her tiny body to press a kiss to her head, “Daddy’s gonna bring you to bed, Bee. Sweet dreams, sleepy girl.”

Untangling himself from the blankets and pile of limbs, Steve finally manages to get up from the couch. He reaches towards the ceiling in a stretch that pulls the hem of his shirt up his torso, yawning loudly. You can’t tell if the yawn is real, or if it’s just for show for your daughter. A wink is shot your way as he takes notice of your staring, leaning down to peck your lips softly. Then he turns to his daughter in your lap with an amused smile, shaking his head fondly.

His hands sneak under her arms, and then, as if she weighs nothing, he hoists her off the couch and into the air. You’re pretty sure you hear a quiet giggle as he rearranges Phoebe against his chest, moving her head to rest on his shoulder, her legs around his waist, an arm under her butt to support her. He makes it look easy, though he pretends to groan at the effort, “Oof! My little girl isn’t so little anymore. Gotta carry her to bed while I still can… Be right back, honey.” He says the last part to you as he turns towards the stairs.

He’s joking, mostly, though she is getting bigger and bigger every day. Enough that the thought of not being able to do this soon breaks his heart a little bit. So, he hums softly as he trudges up the stairs to Phoebe’s room, running a hand up and down her back as he goes. He’ll do this for as long as she lets him.

Steve gets Phoebe into bed easily, having had four years of practice, and tucks her in carefully. She has yet to open her eyes as far as he can tell, and he’s genuinely impressed, though she does seem to finally be nodding off now that she’s in her bed, wrapped in her blankets. He moves one of her stuffed animals closer to her body and bends at the waist to kiss her head softly. It seems she’s really sleepy enough now to forget the charade, and a tiny, tired voice floats up from her pillow, “Nanite, Daddy. Lub you…”

“Goodnight, Bee, sweet dreams, baby. I love you so much.”

With one more kiss to her head, Steve finally straightens and turns on the white noise machine by her bed before slipping out of her room. He leaves the door open just a crack, the way she likes it so a bit of light from the hall can seep in, and makes his way back to you.

“Out like a light. For real this time,” he announces proudly as he stops in front of you on the couch.

“You’re amazing. I can’t believe she fell for that! Think you can carry me up to bed, too?” you ask with a grin, holding your hands up towards him. Steve’s eyes narrow, as if you’ve just challenged him, even though you were totally kidding.

“You know I can, do I need to prove it again?” he asks, a hand on his hip for a moment before he takes one of your hands and bends down towards you.

“No! I was just— I was kid— oof! Steve!” You know exactly what he’s planning to do and you start giggling nervously, but you can barely get a sentence out before he’s hauling you over his shoulder in one quick movement. He’s even stronger than he looks, and you know he’s not gonna drop you, despite the shriek you let out.

“Shhh!!” he laughs loudly as he makes his way to your bedroom, hands squeezing your legs just shy of meanly, “Bee just fell asleep!”

“Then put me down, Steve!” you huff, feigning irritation as you hit his back lightly, shying away from the door frame as he pushes your bedroom door open. “If you drop me, I’m gonna divorce y—“

You’re cut off again, this time as Steve drops you onto the bed. He does it carefully, only letting go of you when you’re a short distance from the mattress. He’s hovering over you in a second, a hand on hip and a ridiculously handsome smirk on his face, "What was that?"

"Shut up and kiss me, Harrington."

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findafight · 3 months

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For the STWG daily drabble prompt “accidental confessions” (I wrote this half in bed last night, half in bed this morning. Forgive some mistakes thanks) took it in a different direction.

It takes a full day for Steve to be released from hospital after they’ve confirmed he had broken ribs and a concussion amongst his other more minor injuries. Claudia is incredibly greatful she had the foresight to offer being the poor boys secondary emergency contact in the spring, seeing as Dustin had complained that Steve’s parents took a week to sign him out in November.

She got the call and was able to pick Dustin up and follow the ambulance to the hospital (Steve’s nervous friend had ridden with him, needing attention herself but refusing to let go of his hand). The smell of the smoke from the embers of Starcourt is something she doesn’t think she’ll forget, the stink sticking to Dustin’s hair and clothes. She’s sure it was the same for Steve.

He was under observation (and they did assist him in bathing, thank goodness) before being able to check himself out. She had swooped in and bundled him into her car as his friend’s parents ushered her away with the promise that the two could call, but needed to be home with family for a while to heal.

No one mentions that Claudia Henderson is not related to the Harringtons. If they had, she thinks she would have lost whatever composure she has been clinging to since she saw the sky burning red above the former mall and pulled up to be told her two boys had been caught in the chaos. Steve had been with Dustin when the Hargrove boy had threatened Lucas and protected them, had been coming around for dinner or to drive Dustin around, or to help him style his hair or countless other little things or no reason whatsoever. He has slotted into their lives easily, fitting into a place that neither Claudia nor Dustin realized they needed. He is her son in any way that mattered, and she needed him home. With her.

Finally pulled into the driveway, she opens the passenger door and holds her arms out, letting Steve grip her shoulders and securing a hand in his armpit. She hauls him out and supports him as he stumbles through the entryway.

“This way, sweetheart. You’re in the guest bedroom. Dusty helped air it out for you earlier, so everything’s fresh.” She says, nudging him towards the room. He nods and goes where she guides.

She helps him change into a matching pyjama set she had tucked away for him, as sometimes Dustin had horrible nightmares and could only be calmed by seeing Steve, awake and no longer visibly harmed, and he ended up sleeping on the chesterfield or Dustin’s floor. They were soft, and buttoned down the front, so everything was comfortable and he didn’t over exert or hurt himself trying to get the top over his head.

“I can do the pants myself, mrs. H.”

She smiles. “Of course. I’ll turn around and you let me know when you’re ready so I can help you get settled.”

“‘Kay.” There’s more shuffling than she would like, and more groans, but Steve gives her a “ready” before she gets too worried. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, loose pants the hospital provided kicked into the corner, looking a bit lost. His eyes are drooping, eyebrows slightly creased, and his mouth gapes a little, like he’s trying to figure out if he should speak.

Gently, she tugs the quilt out from under him, helping him lay back and tuck his feet under the sheets. She pulls everything up to his chin and kisses his forehead.

He hums contentedly and she brushes his hair further out of the way.

“Would you like me to turn the lights out?”

Steve slowly blinks his eyes at her, fingers curling around the edge of the quilt. His answer is a soft “yes please” followed by, “don’t leave?”

It’s so small, so desperate and resigned, it breaks Claudia’s heart all over again. She steps away from the bed, flicks the switch and turns right back around to sit on the edge of the bed. She’ll get a glass of water for him later, but now she just runs her hand through his hair, petting him soothingly.

He sighs, his body losing some of the tension he’s been holding, and his eyes droop. Humming, he burrows dirtying into the blankets but whines when she moves her hand away. She returns to petting. “There, there, honey. You’ll feel better after you sleep more, alright. And you don’t need to worry about anything. I’m right here.”

He nods just slightly, smacking his lips together and pressing his forehead into her palm. “Mmm. That’s good. I wish you were my mom.”

The admission is followed by another sigh and Steve losing the battle to keep his eyes open. It strikes Claudia through the heart, all this time seeing Steve as her own, trying to make sure he doesn’t feel smothered by her need to…well. Smother. And she had rarely considered that Steve would admit to wanting or needing the kind of support and warmth she was restraining (very badly) from throwing at him.

He probably only said it because of the concussion and the various pain or antibiotic drugs the hospital had given him, but it must have been true. He has asked her to stay, and whines when she moved her hand away. Over the past months he’d gotten more and more comfortable in their house and told her more about his frequently absent and disappointed parents. Steve needed support, and steady and reliable presence he trusted. And he saw that in Claudia.

If Steve wishes she were his mother, then his mother she’ll be. She’s been that for him probably since that first night they officially met in November, a beat up boy clutching her son’s shoulder in the Byers house and assuring her he didn’t let the kids get hurt, regardless of his status of also being a kid.

She leans down and kisses his forehead again, and says “well, that’s good, because you are my son.” Even if he can’t hear it. If he wants, she’ll say it everyday until he believes it. For now, she let’s him sleep as she pets his hair gently.

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apomaro-mellow · 2 months

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Every Baby Needs a Daddy 13

Part 12

Steve let out a small moan and rubbed his legs together as he started to awaken. Eddie curled around him, seeming more awake than him.

"Bout time. I've been smelling it on you for nearly an hour."

"And you didn't wake me up?", Steve whined, turning to face him in the bed.

Eddie kissed the pout on his lips. "I know you need to get as much rest as possible. But now that you're awake..."

"Now that I'm awake?"

And who could blame Eddie for wanting a little fun right now? "You gotta use your words baby. Tell me what you want."

"Daddy...", Steve whined, pressing close to him.

"I'm waiting, sweet thing."

"Chest", Steve finally said, pulling up his shirt and enjoying how wide Eddie's eyes got. "Feels so tender, Daddy."

"My poor baby." Eddie had a tit in each hand and kneaded them both gently. Steve's sighs of relief goaded him to do more. Eddie moved down his body and licked at a nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Steve rubbed his legs together some more, trying to find some relief as his brain woke up more.

"Here Stevie", Eddie said as they changed their position.

He moved from their sides to lying on his back with Steve on top of him. He lifted a leg up between Steve's and the omega immediately started to grind down on it. Eddie resumed squeezing at his chest. He latched back onto a nipple and Steve keened, his hips moving faster. It wasn't hard to imagine that his alpha was trying to coax milk out of him, helping him get ready to feed the pup that was surely on its way.

The wetness between his legs soaked his underwear and after a few more thrusts, he was cumming. Eddie broke away from his chest and held onto Steve as he collapsed. And just because he couldn't help himself, he reached between them, hand dipping into Steve's pants. He touched lightly, knowing Steve would be sensitive. Eddie took in a deep breath through his nose when he felt how wet Steve was.

Eddie brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Shit, if he wasn't careful he'd end up in rut again and wouldn't that be embarrassing?

"Does it taste good?", Steve asked, knowing damn well it did.

"You're like an addictive pot of honey. I can't stop tasting." To prove his point, Eddie dipped his fingers in again. "But speaking of tasting, are you up for breakfast right now?"

Steve shook his head. "No." Then he sat up, forcing Eddie to take his hand back as he took off the rest of his clothes. "Need you now." He spread the lips of his glistening cunt, like Eddie needed anymore seducing.

Eddie flipped them over so that Steve could bury his face into the makings of their nest, getting lost in the different comforting scents as Eddie pushed inside. As Eddie fucked him, he watched while Steve mouthed at one of Grant's shirts, a question on his lips that he would have to save for later, when Steve was sated enough to answer.

When Steve came on his knot, there were tears in his eyes, both from pleasure and something else that Eddie knew he needed. He leaned in, nuzzling his omega's neck and letting his teeth graze Steve's mating gland. He wouldn't bite down, would never force that on him during a heat. But it was just enough that Steve would feel wanted.

As his knot started to go down, there was a knock on the door. That would be a food delivery, courtesy of one of his friends. Eddie preserved their modesty by covering their lower halves with a blanket before calling them in.

Eddie could smell a slight twinge of nervous beta and knew from his careful steps that it was Gareth.

"You don't have to tiptoe. We're not wild beasts in here", Eddie said from behind the quilt curtain.

"I'm not tiptoeing", Gareth denied. "I just, what if Steve was asleep? Or tired?"

Steve smiled from where his face was buried in one of Gareth's own pillows. "Thank you, Gareth."

"...You're welcome."

He left the room and Steve slid off of Eddie's cock. He could definitely eat, but eating didn't seem all that important right now. Not when Eddie was lying naked beside him.

"I know what you're thinkin' baby but you gotta eat. We've been up for a while. And you don't want the boys' hard work to go to waste, do you?"

And so Eddie reached beyond the curtain to get the plate of food left on the nightstand. Eddie fed Steve by hand, enjoying getting anything in his mouth any way that he could, especially when Steve chased after his fingers to lick them.

"Full?", Eddie asked once the plate was clear.

"No, still need you, Daddy", Steve said, deliberately misreading the question.

Eddie smiled, kissing him sweetly. "That's what I'm here for."

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Jeff, Gareth, and Grant took turns sending up food and drinks. Eddie was rather preoccupied with a near insatiable omega. At one point he had woken up in the middle of the night to Steve tracing his mouth with a finger.

"Wanna ride your face, Daddy", he had whispered in the dark. "Can I? Please, can I?"

Eddie turned the lamp on and moments later, Steve took his seat. Eddie felt there was no greater paradise than being Steve's throne, licking up into him, feeling his thighs tremble around his head as he got close to the edge.

Afterwards, Eddie licked his face clean while Steve cuddled up to his side. A few hours later, Steve was up again, nosing at Eddie's cock while he begged him for his knot. Once given permission, Steve swung his leg over and sunk down, riding him like the last horse in town.

There was a lull near the end of the second day, where they took a moment to change the sheets and rearrange the nest. Once that was done, they lied in each other's arms, Steve keeping his nose close to Eddie's neck.

"Wanna give you pups, alpha", he whispered as his heat began to crest again.

"Yeah, how many?", Eddie asked.

"I have one name so far. When I come up with others, we can have more."

"You've thought of names?"

Steve nodded. "Gotta be ready."

Eddie slid down and kissed at Steve's belly, imagining that right now a little life was starting to form. Steve let out a cooing sound and petted Eddie's hair. The blissful moment lasted until the next wave hit. Steve was on his side, holding a towel scented by Jeff to his face while Eddie fucked him from behind.

"Like the way it smells?", Eddie rumbled into his ear.

"Love it", Steve moaned. "Pack smells so good. So good, alpha."

Eddie slowed his thrusts to give Steve's brain some room to think. Even though he whined, he didn't let up. He kissed him behind the ear.

"You really like 'em, dontcha Stevie?"

Steve nodded, rubbing the soft towel all over his face.

"They like you too, baby. Adore you, even."

Steve preened at that and Eddie could kiss him. He had the sweetest, most handsome omega around and he deserved to be worshipped as such. And he had a feeling there were three other eager parishioners in the house.

"I bet they'd love to show that adoration, sweet thing. You could be drowning in it."

Steve already felt like he was neck deep in it, thanks to Eddie. It took a moment for his suggestion to get to his brain and for Steve to process what he meant. He tilted his head to try and look behind him.

"You wanna share me, Daddy? Am I that good?"

"You're more than good. I could write songs about this sweet pussy." Eddie reached to Steve's front, making it so that with each push of his cock, Steve's hips rutted against his hand. "And I know they can take care of you. They always have. What do you say?"

"Fuck", Steve breathed out. "Yes. Yes, Daddy. Wanna be good for you. Wanna be good for them~"

Eddie thought about finally getting to show him off and he spilled into Steve, some of it dripping out as his cock was milked. They talked about it more as they came down from their high. About how it could be and how it would happen. Then Steve started tracing Eddie's lips with his fingers again and the alpha knew what he wanted.

"Go ahead and climb on gorgeous."

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By the afternoon of the third day, Steve felt like he was coming to the end of his heat. He was lucid enough to talk more about what Eddie had suggested. And to admit that he'd thought about it himself more than once. Eddie left to have a chat with the boys, making sure Steve was all set and cared for before doing so. There was a snack platter on the nightstand and Steve passed the time by going on his phone.

A wave hit and Eddie returned in time to open the canopy of the bed and find Steve grinding his cunt on Gareth's pillow. Steve was actually a little embarrassed to be caught but Eddie just smoothed a hand down his back and encouraged him to finish. When he did, Eddie stroked his back, letting the rumble in his chest come forth to soothe Steve more.

"You feel up for movie night with the boys?", he asked.

Part 14

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 2 months

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 96

Part 1 Part 95

Mom makes him go home when he starts dosing on Steve’s hospital bed. But it’s okay because she kisses Steve’s cheek before she leaves, and Eddie and Wayne stay parked by his side.

The connection’s easier now. It’s like all that time straining for Steve has snapped something into place. He can feel them all the time, a warm buzzing in his chest. He wonders if he runs hot now. If the warmth will diffuse through his whole being, make coats obsolete even in the dead of winter.

Hopper is waiting for them in the waiting room, El burrowed into his side. She looks wan, and tired, drooping into her extravagant coat, eyeliner running down her cheeks like she’s been crying. Something inside him twists when he looks at her.

Before he can untangle that knot of emotion, Hopper stands up, both hands slapping against his knees first the same way Mike’s dad does before he gets up from his recliner. “You ready to go?” he asks, not looking away from Mom.

When Will glances up, Mom’s smiling up at Hopper in a way he doesn’t want to think about. The adults talk quietly in front, leaving El to stumble tiredly along beside Will. She’s staring at the side of his face. Will can’t bring himself to look back.

“Steve,” she says, sounding the word out and making it longer like it still tastes foreign on her tongue. “He is okay?”

When Will gets up the courage to look over, her eyes are big and worried. He smiles at her helplessly. It’s almost funny how innocent she looks; like she’s a bunny dressed up in punk clothes. “He’ll be okay.”

She smiles, small and close lipped, but it still beams out of her like the sun. Will tilts his head to the side and tries to see what Mike sees in her. He wants to hide her in Castle Byers, build a fortress around her, and keep her away from all the lab people for the rest of her life.

Is that howMike felt, hiding her in his basement, giving her frozen eggos and keeping his mouth shut?

But then her lips thin and she looks forward again. The feelings vanishes. It’s just El, hia friend, despite how much of Mike’s attention she’d snapped up just by being herself.

“I’m glad,” she says, looking at Hopper’s broad back as she takes two steps for each one of his.

It’s quiet after that, the way it always is after; all of them too brittle and bruised and bone-deep tired for conversation.

Hopper’s truck rat-a tat-tats itself to life in the hospital parking lot. The radio croons out something quiet and thrumming until Hopper reaches over to shut it off.

El’s heads smushed into the window, vibrating against the pot-holed roads of Hawkins.

Will’s so tired he’s wide awake.

He watches the familiar buildings of Hawkins flicker by. It's been a long time since knowing his surroundings brought any comfort.

Monsters could live behind every door, every tree, every smiling face.

He’s not sure any of them will ever feel safe again.

Will closes his eyes, locking the scenery out so he can focus on the bundle of warmth in his chest. They’re still huddled together, two sparks merging in his chest.

The past couple days have been a necessary violation of Eddie’s private feelings. He’d bared them all with love confessions and grasping hands, trying to pull Steve back from the edge of immolation.

He’s not even sure Steve knows, hopes he does. Steve deserves to hold that love delicately between his palms and choose what to do with it.

He won’t crush it, even if it’s unreturned. He’ll hold it gently like he always does.

Will doesn’t realize he fell asleep, or that they’d arrived home until he’s in free-fall. It feels like one of those falling dreams where you wake up solidly in the middle of your bed, but this time he really is tumbling, only Jonathan’s arms keeping him from hitting the gravel.

“Are you okay?” he asks shakily as he pulls Will into his chest, holding him tight enough to hurt. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Mom murmurs, wrapping them both up in her arms, chin landing solidly on Jonathan’s shoulder, sandwiching Will between their bodies. “Everyone’s fine, right Will?”

Will murmurs his affirmation, feeling groggy and confused in the light of day.

“I was with Nancy,” Jonathan whispers. “I was just with Nancy, and you were–I almost–”

“Shh,” Mom cuts him off, reaching up to cradle his face and smile up at him. Will barely catches the edge of his watering eyes from his restricted vantage point between them. “Everyone’s fine.”

“I should have been he–”

“Jonathan,” Mom interrupts again, sharper this time. “Everyone is fine. You deserve a normal life.”

“But Will–”

“I’m fine!” Will cuts in this time.

Jonathan pulls back, looking down at him with worried, droopy eyes. “And Steve? Mike said he was possessed.”

Will feels that bundle of warmth in his heart, lets it shine through his smile as he looks up at his brother. “He’ll be okay.” As Jonathan droops with relief, Will feels his smile turn cheeky. “Eddie will never let you forget that you were on a date while we were fighting monsters, though.”

Jonathan closes his eyes, pained while Mom laughs.

It’s not until they’re walking toward the front door that Will notices the lack of demo-dog bodies. There’s still puddles of black oil-slick blood, but everything else looks normal. Who covered their tracks? The lab? Hopper?

He settles down for the debrief, pillowing his head on Jonathan’s shoulder as Hopper’s even tones flit through his brain.

Maybe familiar places no longer hold any comfort, but Jonathan’s bony frame is enough to lull him into a peaceful sleep.

Part 97

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#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #will byers #steddie upsidedown au #my fic #Steve pov: I'm a wretch and a monster and everything is my fault #will pov: steve's so comforting :)#also Jonathan freaking out because he missed everything is something that is so fun to me. He's like. I'm a terrible brother!#Meanwhile Nancy only has low stakes in the whole thing. And she never got involved so by the time she knew to worry about Mike.#She already knew he was fine. so her main reaction is feeling left out.#Nancy is so fun in this AU because her inciting character incident (Barb's death) shapes so much of who she is #that we have like maybe one episode of characterization to work off of wrt what she was like before #anyway I'm sick so we'll see how much writing I can actually get done while feverish!

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murdrdocs · 5 months

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been listening to quinnie’s touch tank on repeat and it’s such a finnick song like this song is about him….

it’s also making me think of that gifting pearls drabble u did and joking one day that one day his partner says that he should go “deep sea pearl diving” (between their legs) and that cheeky (munch of a) boy would soo use that line as a inside joke double entendre whenever he wants to get a rise out of his partner or give a hint

there was a time where this song was banned around me it would always put me through the ringer up until i wrote a steve harrington fic based on it and i also love this sm

there was one day, just a singular hour even, where you were sleepy and giggly and slightly delirious. but your sleep haze was repurposed into a sexual haze, your legs spread with your knees digging into finnick's side as you kissed him, slow and lazy and sloppy. finnick had pulled back, pressing two little kisses into the corner of your mouth before he asked you, "what do you want from me, sweetheart? think you'll be able to stay awake?"

you nodded eagerly, preparing to ask finnick to go down on you in the same way you usually did. but then, something in your sleep ridded brain clicked and then you're giggling.

"what is it?" finnick asked at the time, his own giggles leaving his lips, too, despite not knowing what he was giggling at.

"can you ..." another fit of giggles. "can you do deep sea pearl diving, finn?"

he took a second, he looked at you head on, confusion clear on his face. and then it made sense and finnick was rolling his eyes as he shuffled lower down your body, grumbling something about your corniness.

but it's purely him who uses it as a sly joke later on when you're outside of the bedroom.

when you're in your backyard, floating in the sea with finnick not far from you. it's a still day, perfect for frolicking around in the warm water. the lack of waves makes it easy for you to hear finnick's voice.

"sweetheart?" you hum, staring at him instead of at the horizon afar. "you know what i could go for?"

"yeah?"

a beat. "deep sea pearl diving."

and you'll never really know which one he meant because you're swimming back to the shoreline and dramatically stomping back in the house, finnick yelling apologies for bringing up your slightly embarrassing moment in such a serene setting like this.

(he comes in the house not long after you with a new pearl for your collection and an eager tongue as he sinks to his knees with pleading eyes, ready to make it up to you)

#finnicksworld!#finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair smut #celeste writes thg

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angelicmunson · 2 years

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sleepover // the boys

✩ pairing: eddie munson x reader, steve harrington x reader, billy hargrove x reader, jonathan byers x reader

✩ word count: 1k

✩ outline: pretty self explanatory, just soft sleepovers with your bf

✩ authors note: these got longer as they went on i’m so sorry!!!

eddie-

“m’tired, ed’s” you mumbled against his shoulder, the horror flick he picked was still playing even though both of you were half asleep. he hummed, the arm that was around you tightened as he spoke “spend the night baby, don’t want you driving right now” he said it so casually that you didn’t think twice about saying yes. eddie turned the tv off as you got up and stumbled to his bedroom, him following right after. you ungraciously flopped onto his bed which made him chuckle. “i don’t think your jeans will be comfortable to sleep in, here,” a tshirt was flung onto your stomach. you walked down the hall to change and by the time you got back, eddie was comfortably in his bed. he smiled softly as he admired you wearing something of his. you crawled in beside him, welcoming his arms as they wrapped around you. “goodnight hon” you whispered. his lips found your head after he mumbled his own goodnight.

steve -

you sighed as you threw the last beer can in the trash bin. how could five people drink so much, you thought. you could hear your boyfriend saying his goodbyes to your friends as he shooed them out the front door. “aaand they’re gone!” he announced with a grin before coming up to wrap his around you. “i think we hosted our first game night pretty well huh?” he asked, which made you nod. “i’d say so, no broken game pieces or spilled beers considering you and robin are so competitive.” steve rolled his eyes at your teasing. “i am exhausted though.” you couldn’t have agreed more. if it wasn’t monster hunting, it was school and work taking it’s toll on your friend group. “c’mon baby,” you started up the stairs, knowing he’d be right behind you. a perk of having absent parents was that they constantly left him home alone, giving you two free reign. you were the first in bed, steve simply needed to have his shower or his hair wouldn’t look right in the morning. you really tried to stay awake for him, but you just couldn’t. you felt the bed dip and him moving around for a bit before he finally settled. a quiet “love you, angel” was the last thing you heard.

billy -

worrying about billy was second nature at this point; especially when it came to him and his dad. the moment he crawled in through your window and you saw the purple bruise on his cheek, you knew it was a bad one. “what happened?” we’re the first words out of your mouth. “i don’t get a kiss or i missed you first?” his signature smirk covered his lips and you could just tell it hurt to move his face like that. you sighed as you reached up to graze the bruise, his hissing made you pull away with a frown. “it’s nothing out of the ordinary, sweetheart. he was getting in max’s face and i couldn’t take it anymore.” he pulled you into his chest when he noticed the tears in your eyes. “i’m alright, i’m here with you now aren’t i?” you managed to nod against him. “you’re spending the night tonight.” billy tensed up and you knew what he was going to say. “my parents are away for the weekend, lake house with my aunt and uncle.” you explained. he shrugged, “if you insist.” you were quick to make dinner for the two of you and after an episode of cringey late night tv, you were ready for bed. you don’t think you’d ever get used to seeing your boyfriend shirtless. you left to the restroom for two minutes to brush your teeth and in that time he managed to strip down to his underwear and position himself on your bed. “people usually sleep under the covers, baby.” you couldn’t help but giggle at him. “oh i know, just wanted to give you a nice view.” he winked before getting properly situated. you wasted no time in pulling him into you, his head on your chest. if there was one thing billy loved, it was you playing with his hair. he sighed in content and only held onto you tighter. “thank you.” it came out soft, but you heard it.

jonathan -

thunder storms were the bane of your meek existence. the forecast had been great all week; sunny skies and not a word of rain. so when you heard the unmistakable sound of rain on the byers’ roof, you wanted to cry. “jonathan,” you whined. his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he sighed, giving his mom a look of helplessness. he knew how anxious this weather made you. “you’re staying here tonight, honey.” joyce decided as she stood up from the couch to grab the telephone. “i’ll call your mom right now and tell her not to worry.” you were thankful for her, you did not want to risk driving in this. a loud crack of thunder made you jump, a cry coming from your lips. “it’s okay babe, i got you.” your boyfriend cooed. joyce came back into the living room, giving a thumbs up, “she said it’s okay and to be home by 9.” you opened your mouth to give thanks, but another crack of thunder sounded and this time shut the power off with it. “fuck,” jonathan cursed. “okay, okay, hold on,” joyce began fumbling through cupboards to find all the flashlights in the house. she yelled for will to get all the blankets he could find as she flicked them all on. “we’re gonna have a nice little sleepover!” soon enough, you and jonathan were on one couch wrapped in a blanket and in each other’s arms with joyce and will slept on the other couch. “are you feeling better?” your boyfriend asked. “somewhat,” you shrugged. “i really appreciate you and your mom for all this.” the rain still poured outside and the thunder came and went, but you knew you were safe. “just wanna take care of you.” he whispered.

#stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things preferences #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #jonathan byers x reader #eddie munson imagine #steve harrington imagine #billy hargove imagine #jonathan byers imagine #liz writes

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bcyhoods · 3 months

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could I request [ rest ] sender lays their head on receiver's shoulder and falls asleep there with shy!reader and steeb? 🫶🏼

posting this before the scary lady in my head tells me to delete it! ily thank you for the req <33 | 0.9k gn!reader

“I am not tired, Steve.”

It was a complete lie, and he looked at you with a poorly-concealed grin like he knew it, too. The inside of his cheek is bitten between his molars, lips still curling up at the ends, and it makes you want to sink into the cushions of the loveseat.

Steve never gets enough credit for how observant he is. It really only increases tenfold when it comes to you, so he knew you were sleepy as soon as you crossed the threshold into Nancy’s apartment. He noticed every abnormally slow blink, every stretch and readjustment of your posture, every swallowed-down yawn. He knows you too well.

An arm is thrown over your shoulders as he dips his head to speak quietly into your ear. “Are you sure? ‘Cause we can leave whenever you want.”

When you lean back to look at him, his eyes rake over every feature of your face. The pools of honey make the journey from your lips, across your nose and cheeks, to finally land on your own eyes. Any mischief you thought you’d find in his gaze is replaced by something much sweeter, softer. His arm slithers from its place around your shoulders so that he can cup the back of your neck, gently massaging the knots so that your shoulders relax.

You can feel your heartbeat in your throat. You can smell the licorice candy still on his tongue.

It almost made you concede. Almost.

While you would’ve loved nothing more than to leave and spend the rest of the evening hidden underneath the covers with Steve, it felt too much like an imposition. It’s only so often that everyone’s free at the same time, you don't really want anyone to suffer at the hands of your lethargy.

And the implication that you were bailing on movie night for other reasons would earn groans and whistles that you don’t think you’d ever live down.

A nervous giggle bubbles up as you push at his chest with your growingly clammy hands. “I promise. I couldn’t be more awake.”

“Really? That true?”

“Mhm.”

He challenges you with a hum of his own, furrowing his brows to look more stern. But that same infectious grin from earlier threatens to crack and spill the fondness underneath the surface. When you nod, with a cute big smile on your face, he’s a goner. He leans over to press a kiss into your hairline and pull you closer into his side before turning back to the tv.

You think he’s given up. It was just one movie, it really wasn’t supposed to be that difficult.

But then his fingers kept brushing shapes and swirls into the exposed skin of your arm. In between the occasional forehead kiss, he’d whisper his commentary into your hair. At some point he’d picked up your legs and thrown them over his lap — something that lit a fire in your chest and had the flames licking your face. Then he’d started scratching your back, caressing your calves.

It was all his fault. Your head just inevitably became too heavy to bear on your own, and now you’re effectively drooling on his shoulder.

Steve is having a really hard time holding in the I told you so that sits so impatiently on the tip of his tongue. But he’s managing. Equal parts because he thinks you’re adorable and because he wants you to be fully cognizant when he says it.

“Baby,” he coos, pushing strands of hair out of your face. A quiet noise of acknowledgement comes from your mouth, but you only push further into his hold. Steve’s face starts to burn at the snickers from the kids that you’re blissfully unaware of. At the moment, anyway. He tries again, “Baby, the movie’s over. Ready to go?”

You stir, rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your palms. “Huh?”

“The movie ended.”

“Oh,” you reply lamely, still disoriented. It isn’t until you see Robin and Eddie’s smirks of amusement from across the floor that an anchor of embarrassment sinks into your stomach. You lift your head up and immediately wipe at the dampness on the corner of your mouth.

“Good morning,” Steve pokes fun. He tries to rub soothing circles into your back, but it’s entirely too overwhelming, and it makes you move to sit properly and hide in your hands.

“I’m so sorry, Steve. I swear I didn’t mean to fall asleep, but I was just so drowsy, and now you have drool on your shirt and it’s…it’s so embarrassing, I'm sorry.”

He chuckles, “Hey, no it’s not.” He decides to double down when you stay quiet, “I promise, it’s not. Don’t be sorry.” His voice is soft, touch gentle as his hand rests on your knee.

You turn to peek at him through the space between your fingers and just as you suspected. His smile is easy. Warmth radiates off of every bit of his being and it makes your embarrassment slowly begin to melt away. Your hands fall into your lap and reach out for his own, intertwining your fingers.

“You know I would’ve taken us home, right?” He asks. The word home slips from his mouth so easily that it makes your heart bang relentlessly against your rib cage.

You bite your lower lip to contain the smile that mirrors his own. “Yeah, I know…that’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“Wh…That’s fair.”

#eighth time’s the charm !!#this ending sucks but we ball!!!#you also sent this a very long time ago im sorry <33333 #ᝰ cece’s scribbles #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington hc #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fluff #stranger things fic #stranger things #joe keery

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rustedhearts · 5 months

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hurting yourself baking christmas cookies with bossy boxer!steve and being pouty about it because i’m feeling a certain way!

“ouch!”

steve jerks awake in his armchair in the living room. the movie he fell asleep to was no longer playing, and the room had darkened to a dull blue hue. how long was he asleep? he checks his watch and rubs his eye all the same.

“fuck, fuck-owww.”

but the anguished whines of his wife in the kitchen had him leaping from his chair and hurrying into across the house. he stumbled into a wall along the way, a little woozy on his feet. when he made it to the kitchen, he found you cradling your hand with a soured expression.

“oh, sweetheart,” he sighed, curling his fingers around your wrist to bring you close. “what’d you do? hmm?”

you unfurled your fingers and showed him the wound: a gnarly burn swelling and pulsing with stinging pain. steve frowned when he saw it, and leaning down to kiss it with a gentle mouth came like reflex.

“it was an accident,” you sniffled, eyes welling with tears. you felt silly, really. “i was just…”

“doin’ too much? stressin’ yourself out?” steve mused, quirking a brow knowingly when he looked up from your hand.

your lip jutted out in a pout. “no. i’ve wanted to make these cookies for days, and-and i’ve been putting them off ‘cause jane’s had all these events—and—“

“sweetheart, sweetheart. why didn’t you ask me to help?”

you huffed, twisting your hand in his hold. “you always burn ‘em.”

steve chuckled. “i could’ve done somethin’ else.”

you shrugged, looking away from him toward the floured counters of cookies, cooling in small batches on racks. you had tins ready for packaging, all hand picked for who they’d go to. you wanted all your friends and family to have a batch of freshly-baked cookies for christmas.

“you were sleeping.” your voice was much softer than you wanted it to be.

“honey,” steve cooed, still holding you by the wrist. he brought his other hand under your chin and tipped it up. “how ‘bout you sit down, okay?”

“no, i have to finish these—“

“no, you have to sit down.”

“but there’s a batch in the oven and—“

“sit. down.”

you wordlessly plopped down at the kitchen island. though, the pout remained as steve opened the far right cabinet near the refrigerator and pulled out the first aid kit. it was his cabinet—designated for migraines and bad days where he couldn’t get through without a little medicated help.

the first aid kit, though, was just for you.

“your face’ll get stuck like that, angel,” steve quipped as he took your hand by the wrist again.

you huffed, watching him squirt ointment on the pad of his forefinger. “no it won’t.”

his chest rumbled and shoulders shook with a chuckle. you hissed when he rubbed the ointment into your palm.

“still so cute when you’re pouty.” he glanced up and nicked you on the chin with his knuckle.

you rolled your eyes. “whatever.”

his gentle touch turned to a stern grab when he snatched your chin again. the amused glint in his eye had hardened to a soft glare.

“and still so mouthy. you’re never too old for some discipline, baby, and m’ not too old to dole it out. y’ hear me?”

cheeks swelling with warmth, you dug your teeth into your tongue and nodded. steve loosened his hand around your jaw, stroking the back of his finger along your cheek. his glare fizzled out just as quickly as it came.

he finished rubbing the ointment into your hand and smoothed a bandage over it just in case. he pressed another kiss to the patch of covered skin.

“thank you, honey,” you murmured.

steve pet your cheek again without word. the egg timer trilled a moment later, and he slipped the pink oven mitts over his hands to grab the cookie sheet from the top oven rack.

they were placed on the stovetop, and the oven was turned off.

“what time’s janey comin’ home again?” he asked.

you looked at your watch. “half an hour. stella‘s dropping her off.”

christmas came early for steve: your daughter’s play date at the munson’s was suddenly his favorite gift. because he had you all to himself, and you were so pouty and sweet. it was one of his favorite ways to have you.

putting the oven mitts back in their drawer, steve turned around and stopped before you at the island. he took your face in his hands, gentle and sweet. you eased into them as his thumbs massaged your cheeks.

“half an hour enough discipline for you, my angel?”

you tongued away a grin, perking up in his hands. “thought i was supposed to be resting.”

steve kissed the tip of your nose. “oh, trust me, honey. you’ll be layin’ down for a while after this.”

you package christmas cookies with a sore ass and a happy steve later :)

#rolly!#boxer!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington blurb #boxer!steve blurb #steve harrington fanfiction

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myfictionaldreams · 1 year

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Day 30: Squirting - Steve Rogers

Kinktober Day 30: Squirting - Steve Rogers x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, soft!boyfriend steve, manhandling, comfort, fingering, teasing, dirty talk, dom/sub undertones, squirting in clothes, intense orgasm, nicknames, no use of y/n

A/N: ahh only one more day to go!

my main masterlist 📚 // kinktober masterlist😈 // AO3 Link

You were beyond exhausted, collapsing onto the couch as soon as you stepped through the door, dropping the bag in your hand as you landed face-first onto the cushioned seat. Work had been hectic, busier than you’d ever experienced it and you were slowly reaching burnout territory.

Sleep was threatening to take over your body and you would have allowed it if it wasn't for the large hands that eased off your shoes, jolting you awake. You mumbled as acknowledgement for your boyfriend getting home, usually, you'd be greeting him at the door, knowing his job was way more important than yours, feeling guilty when you ever moaned about work but today you just couldn’t muster up the energy.

Steve knew this the moment he found your bad left haphazardly in the hallway, sympathy settling on his face as he approached you on the sofa and decided to help you out. After removing your shoes, he gripped your body, which only caused you to groan as your boyfriend lifted your body, something he loved to do showing off his super strength.

“Shhh, I’m just helping you, relax” Steve’s voice was low and calming, lifting your body so he could sit where you were on the couch and positioned you so that you were sitting in his lap, back against his muscled chest, head lying back against his shoulder and both of his arms wrapped around you leaving you in a warm embrace.

It was an instant relaxation, all your muscles loosening, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as your eyes remained closed as your hands gripped onto Steve's arms tightly.

Steve’s mouth dropped, slowly and delicately kissing along the column of your neck, “bad day at work?” he asked softly.

You chuckled mostly to yourself, “you could say that, sorry I should have said hi” turning your head you puckered your lips, hinting for him to kiss you which he did after chuckling under his breath at your neediness.

“It’s ok, don’t apologise we all have shit days like this. Just relax into me, let me take care of you”. His warmth already made you feel even more sleepy, goosebumps prickling your skin as he returned to kissing along your neck, up to beneath your ear, gently biting on your ear lobe causing arousal to begin pulsing through you.

At the same time, one of his arms moved across your stomach, holding you still close to him, whilst the other moved down, stroking your abdomen, lifting your shirt to drag his rough fingers against your soft skin, dancing along the hemline of your light grey leggings.

“Steve” you huffed, shifting around in his lap but he only held you tighter.

“Let me take care of you” he repeated and now you understood his meaning properly as his hand disappeared into your leggings and underwear. Your breath hitched as his fingers teased along your slit, his lips turning up into a smile against your throat as he could feel you already dampening to his touch. “Always so ready for me”.

You didn’t answer, just swallowed audibly as he pressed harder, the tips of his fingers finally grazing over your eagerly awaiting bundle of nerves, hips twitching as he began circling it. He moved steadily, wanting to build your arousal even though you were already begging him to go harder and faster, but he didn’t listen.

Around and around his finger moved, eventually applying more pressure as your pussy began twitching and clenching around nothing. Steve knew your body better than his own, knowing the exact way to tease your clit that would have you crying out but he stopped before you could orgasm, giving you time to relax before continuing on.

Steve groaned as his fingers finally dropped lower, feeling how wet you were, his own arousal painful in his trousers but he wanted to make this about you. Teasing your entrance for a moment, he began by rocking his finger back and forth, adding a bit more length which each movement until his middle finger was deep inside your warm, soft cunt.

He could feel how much you were clenching, your body desperate to feel something but he had a plan, mouth continued to lay delicate kisses along your neck that only caused your back to arch, wanting more but he held you firm.

“You like this baby?” he asked, just wanting to hear you speak as you’d resorted to biting your lip to hold back the ungodly moans that were threatening to spill out.

“Yes, you’re making me feel so good Stevie” you gasped as he began fucking you slowly with his finger, stroking along your walls. “Please Steve…” you begged.

“What do you want, tell me”.

“I want to cum, I want you to make me cum, please”. Steve smiled against your skin, loving how you sounded and proceeded to add another finger causing you to suck in a quick breath at the brief stretch.

You’d expected him to rock his fingers back and forth like he had been doing before but this wasn’t what he did.

Instead, Steve pushed his two fingers all the way in, his palm flat against your clit and began tugging his fingers quickly and harshly, curling them directly against your g-spot. You screamed out in ecstasy, his fingers fucking you hard and fast, his palm smacking against your clit.

All you could do was hold onto his arm, pleasure pulsing powerfully through your body and an overwhelming sensation that you were not able to hold back as it felt like you were going to explode until it began loosening and could hear the squirting of your juices spraying out against his hand.

Steve stopped having heard this, glancing down your body, you too opening your eyes to see your grey leggings had turned darker where your squirt had soaked through the material. “Fuck” Steve groaned before continuing with his actions with more power.

You couldn’t even correctly react, mouth dropping open, a steady moaning scream erupting from you as his hand and fingers began pulling up, your body squirting, even more, completely soaking your leggings and Steve’s lap beneath.

It was so intense that you hadn’t even been able to sense your orgasm building until it was too late. It was all so overwhelming that you had to grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of your cunt as pleasure barrelled through you, with each wave of the orgasm your cunt squirted in steady little streams only causing it to start dripping.

Your body was shaking and twitching, mind blank of any coherent thoughts as Steve praised you in your ear about how well you’d done and it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

After the waves of pleasure settled, all you could do was collapse back into his chest, body feeling limp. Steve kissed along your hairline, his breath fanning across your face, “let’s go and have a bath baby”.

You only quietly mumbled an “ok” before he was carrying you off into the bathroom.

#THIS GIF #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #captain america smut #captain america one shot #steve rogers one shot #marvel smut #marvel one shot #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #mine*

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forever-rogue · 1 year

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Okay so what if nurse Steve, using his medical knowledge, is like my wife is acting a bit different and seems to be having some signs of being pregnant. So he just brings her home a pregnancy test or even like a “congrats” present already cause he’s excited for a baby and wants the confirmation that his wife is pregnant

AN | Omg yes! I was hoping someone would bring this up. Dad Steve is just🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to the below but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language, Pregnancy

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.6k

Masterlist | Nurse Steve, Steve, Main

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When Steve got home it was at a reasonable hour for once. He fully expected that you’d be there to greet him, as you always were, but when he got home, he was met with silence and darkness. He saw your car in the driveway, and knew you should be home so he immediately grew nervous. You were his clumsy girl after all.

“Babe?” He kicked off his shoes and walked into the darkened living room. He looked around and didn’t see anything out of place, but stumbled upon you, lying on the couch and snoring softly. He let out a sigh of relief as he looked at your sleeping form, draped a blanket over you, and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, “oh my girl, you always keep me on my toes.”

He went into the bedroom to pull off his scrubs, figuring it was best to let you sleep and start dinner himself. You weren’t typically a napper, so if you were napping it meant that you must have been exhausted. He managed to shower, pull on a clean shirt and sweats before you padded into the bedroom, rubbing at your tired eyes.

“Hey my love,” you smiled softly, relieved that your husband was home, “‘m sorry I didn’t start dinner or anything. I wanted to have it all ready for you when you got home. I just got so tired and couldn’t stay awake.”

“It’s alright,” he wrapped you up into his arms and pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “it’s important for you to take care of yourself. Besides, we can make dinner together, huh?”

“Yes,” you nodded happily, “I’d love that, Stevie. You’re the best.”

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It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and for the first time in a long time, you and Steve both had the day off. When you woke up it was to sunlight streaming in through the gauzy curtains and an empty bed. You frowned and reached for the spot he normally occupied and felt that it was cold. He’d been up and out of bed for some time. You slid out of the bed and slipped on Steve’s discarded shirt from the night before and padded down the hall.

You could hear Steve singing to himself accompanied by the delicious smells of breakfast. Okay, maybe you would forgive him after all since he was cooking.

“Hey sleepyhead,” he looked up as soon as he heard you, a breathtaking smile spreading across his face, “good morning.”

“Good morning,” you walked over and stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle as you rested your head against his back. You could feel his warm chuckle reverb in his chest and pressed a few kisses to his shoulder, “I love you.”

“I love you,” he took one of your hands and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, “I’m making your favorites. Thought we might go to the farmer’s market today if you’re up to it.”

“That sounds wonderful,” you sighed contently, happy at the prospect of spending the day with your favorite person. You were about to say something else, but you were suddenly overwhelmed by a sudden wave of nausea. You untangled yourself from Steve and looked at what he was cooking; the smell coming from the bacon hit you like a ton of bricks and you almost jumped back.

“Angel?” Steve gave you a concerned look as you covered your mouth in an attempt not to throw up, “what’s wrong?”

“The smell,” you shook your head and stepped out of the kitchen, “it’s making me nauseous.”

“The smell?” he raised an eyebrow as you nodded and pointed at the skillet, “of bacon?”

“Yes,” you groaned and walked towards the bathroom, “I dunno what it is, but it’s terrible! I’ve gotta step away for a few minutes.”

Steve’s mind was reeling as he tried to figure out what could possibly be going on. Nothing, no food anyway, had ever caused such a reaction from you. Strange, he thought to himself, very strange. But he made a mental note of it, along with your increased napping as of late.

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You let out an exhausted sigh as you sat down next to the toilet, the tile cool under your warm skin. You wiped at the back of your mouth in a vain attempt to make the awful taste in your mouth go away. Brushing your teeth would have been the best option, but it seemed like way too much work to get up and do that. Instead, you leaned against the edge of the tub and flushed the toilet.

“Hey,” Steve knocked and waited for a moment before opening the door and popping his head. A look of concern crossed his features when he saw the state you were in, “what’s wrong, angel?”

“‘s nothing,” you tried to wave him off but he was crouching down in front of you within moments. He put a finger under your chin and turned your face up to meet his. He was way too pretty for his own good, “really. I’m fine, Steve.”

“You don’t look fine,” he frowned as he looked you over. Leave it to your nurse husband to panic at any little thing. Although…given the frequency and magnitude of things happening to you, he really did have a point, “sweetheart, I love you and you know I think you’re the most beautiful woman in the world, but you don’t look good. You look pale and exhausted.”

“Thanks, babe,” you teased as you groaned at the taste in your mouth, “but really, I’m okay. I just gotta get up, brush my teeth, and I’ll be ready to go.”

“I don’t think you should go to work today,” he shook his head and gave you a pleading expression, “please? At least for my sake - that way you can rest and fight off whatever this is.”

“I think it’s something I’ve been eating,” you shrugged it off and avoided looking at him; you probably would have fallen apart otherwise, “it’s been happening on and off.”

“Babe-”

“It’s fine,” you put your hands on where they rested on your thighs and tried to calm him down, “I’ve been getting lunch at this new place and they probably use stuff my stomach doesn’t agree with, I dunno.”

“Still…” he trailed off and you could practically see the gears turning in his head, “just…if you won’t listen to my professional recommendation, maybe listen to my husband-who-is-madly-in-love-with-you recommendation and just take it easy today, yeah?”

“I promise,” you couldn’t help but smile at his concern, “I’ll take it easy today, drink plenty of water, eat bland food, and rest as I need, Nurse Harrington. Swear.”

“Good,” he couldn’t help but laugh as he hooked his pinky around yours, “I love you, clumsy girl.”

“I love you, Stevie.”

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Later that morning Steve practically skipped into work, every bone in his body tingling with excitement. He was generally a happy and positive guy, but even his coworkers noticed that something was off.

“What’s up with you?” Brenda, one of the older nurses asked as the two of them made their rounds, “you seem even cheerier than normal today.”

“Well,” he looked around, almost as if he was expecting you to pop up somewhere, “I don’t want to say anything too early, but I think my wife’s pregnant.”

“Pregnant?” she echoed with a big smile on her face, “how exciting! Oh Steve, that’s wonderful news.”

“I’m not positive yet,” he couldn’t keep the smile off his face, “but the signs are there. At first I thought it was just one thing and then another but this morning she was throwing up and said it had been happening for the week. I don’t think she has a clue, honestly.”

“You know, it’s a lot different when you’re the pregnant one,” she gently nudged his shoulder, “you don’t put all the pieces together and don’t see it from a different perspective. So to you, it becomes normal…I mean you remember that one patient we had a while back? She was almost five months pregnant and had no clue.”

“Yeah,” he remembered that afternoon; it had been chaotic and telling a young woman that she was halfway through a pregnancy when she had no clue was…interesting. She was shocked, but once she thought about it, the pieces fit together. Maybe that was what it would be like for you too, “I’m thinking about picking up a test on my way home today and surprising her with it.”

“That should be interesting,” she agreed with a small laugh, “what’s been going on with her?”

“Poor thing has been so exhausted lately that she’s been coming home and napping almost every day. She never napped much before,” he explained, “random things have been making her nauseous and now the morning sickness, or at least what I presume it is.”

“That definitely sounds like early pregnancy,” she confirmed and the smile on Steve’s grew, if that was even possible, “that’s how it was for me with both kids!”

“I just…I hope she doesn’t get offended or anything by me bringing it up,” he dropped his voice, casting a furtive look around, “I mean, we haven’t been trying or not trying so…I don’t know.”

“She’ll take it in stride,” Brenda promised and Steve appeared relieved, “she’s a smart girl…clumsy but smart.”

“Yeah,” your tendency for injuring yourself was notorious around the hospital. It did make for a good love story though, the two of you meeting in the ER when you broke your ankle, “definitely clumsy.”

“But it’s wonderful news, Steve,” she put her hand on his shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze, “you’re so good with kids, they always love you. You’re going to be a great father - great parents.”

“Thanks,” he felt a wash of emotion wash over him as the back of his eyes prickled with tears. He’d always wanted to be a father, always wanted little nuggets of his own, and the fact that it now might be a reality was overwhelming, “I’m excited. So excited.”

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“Honey, I’m home!” Steve almost skipped into the house, wasting no time in finding you in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled delicious. You grinned as soon as you saw him and sighing wistfully as he pulled you in a big, warm hug, “hi angel.”

“Hi Steve,” you looked up at him with sunshine eyes before kissing him softly, “you’re in a good mood. Good day at work?”

“Something like that,” he peppered your face in gentle kisses, causing you to laugh in the way that made his knees weak, “I got a few things!”

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out if you missed a holiday or some sort of anniversary, “what’s the occasion?”

“Well,” he walked to the other side of the counter where he’d dropped his bag on one of the barstools slyly, “there’s none! But these are for you.”

“Oh,” you looked at the gorgeous flowers held out by your wonderful husband and immediately felt on the verge of tears. You took them from his hand and clutched them gently to your chest. You sniffled softly, “they’re beautiful. Thank you, Stevie.”

“Of course,” he gently touched your face, brushing his knuckles over your cheek as you preened into his touch, “there’s something else too…”

“It’s gonna be kinda hard to top these,” you teased, Steve knowing full well that it definitely would, “but hit me with it.”

He reached into the bag, hesitating for just a moment before pulling out the box and setting it on the counter. You looked at for a moment, but realization quickly crossed your features, “listen, babe, I just think…with everything that’s been going on with you that you might be…you know, pregnant.”

“Pregnant,” you repeated as he nodded shyly. He was studying your pretty face, trying to gauge your reaction, but you gave nothing away. Looking between him and the box you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, “you know…I think you might be right.”

“Oh?”

“I, umm, started to wonder the same thing,” you confessed, “but I got scared, ‘cause I didn’t want to take a test and have it be negative. But if you think so too, Nurse Harrington, then maybe…I am.”

“Hey,” he gently turned your face towards his, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “it’s alright even if its negative. We’re already a family, you know? And whatever other family we want to have, we’ll get them one way or another. There’s no need to stress - if not now, then soon. In the future, there’s always time.”

“Yeah,” you choked up as you nodded at him. He always knew just what to say, “you’re right. I love you.”

“I love you,” it was a soft, gentle promise, “take it when you’re ready.”

“Do you mind watching the food?” you reached for the box and his hands found your hips as he gently nudged you in the direction of the bathroom, causing you to giggle in amusement, “I’ll be back in a few!”

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You looked at the small plastic stick on the bathroom counter, you let out a small sigh. Why did this short wait feel like the longest one in history? You paced around the bathroom, trying to keep your eyes away from the test and instead focused on reorganizing the bathroom cabinet. If you were going to have to wait, you might as well be productive. You’d thought about going out to wait with Steve, but you wanted to bring him the news instead. Hopefully the good news.

After what you were sure should have been enough time you glanced at your watch and saw that just enough time had elapsed. Your heart felt like it was going to burst through your ribcage as you anxiously snatched the test off the granite counter.

Two pink lines. Pregnant.

You threw open the door and ran down the hall and made it to the kitchen. Steve looked up at the sudden intrusion; he felt just as nervous as you had looked and waited in anticipation. You nodded and held up the test before sliding it over to him. He took a look at it and before you knew it, you were wrapped up in his arms.

“I’m pregnant!”

“You’re pregnant,” he grinned, brushing away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, “I love you so much, angel.”

“I love you, Steve,” you touched his face, looking into his pretty ochre eyes, “I guess it all makes sense now…I don’t know how I was so blind.”

“It’s not that weird,” he insisted as you laughed lightly, “Brenda said she didn’t know at first either…”

“You told Brenda?” you snorted in amusement, knowing that the two of them shared a close bond, “how did you…”

“I needed a second opinion,” he winked cheekily, “she’s never been wrong!”

“And neither have you, my love,” you pressed your forehead against his, “I’m guessing half the hospital probably knows already.”

“Oh yeah,” he grinned, “she can’t keep a secret.”

“Neither can you apparently,” he shrugged sheepishly as you beamed at him, “but that’s okay. I…I’m really excited.”

“Me too,” Steve looked at you as though you had hung all the stars in the sky, causing you to practically melt. You loved him so much, just as he did you, “me too, angel.”

This was going to be a whole new adventure.

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A New Afton - Stepfather Steve Raglan/William Afton x Stepdaughter Reader

Chapter 7

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, daddy kink, praise kink, mild breeding kink, Springtrap suit sex

Also available on AO3

You awaken to find Steve watching you.

It’s Friday morning. You've almost made it to the weekend. Tomorrow you’ll be able to sleep in and spend the entire day with your stepfather.

“Good morning, Daddy.”

He smiles at you, soft and lazy. “Good morning, Princess.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“Just a few minutes.” He reaches out to brush back some errant strands of hair. Traces the curve of your cheek. Smoothes over your bottom lip. You suddenly remember you’d gone to bed without panties.

You push back the covers and climb on top of him, straddling his hips, your hands shoving the fabric of his shirt up. You trace the patterns of his scars and grind yourself down, feeling his clothed erection pressing against your bare pussy.

“You really want Daddy’s cock inside you, don’t you baby girl?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Yes, Daddy. I need you to fuck me.” You can feel the wetness of your arousal dampening the fabric of his pajama pants.

Steve groans, glancing at the alarm clock.

You know it’s time for both of you to get washed and dressed and leave the house. You don’t want to stop.

“Tonight, I promise you. When we have time and we don’t have to rush.”

You sigh, ceasing your rocking motion. You know you’re pouting. Your stepfather sits up, hugging you against him. “It’s your first time, baby girl. Need to make it special for you. It’s not because I don’t want to, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl. Let’s go get ready.”

***

This is the longest shift of William Afton’s life.

He normally stands and shakes his clients’ hands, guiding them to their seats and walking them back to the door.

Not today. There’s no fucking way because his erection will not relax. He’s finally going to have you tonight. That tight pussy that’s never known another man’s cock, all for him. You’d been so sexy, grinding yourself against that stuffed rabbit the night before. Rubbing your bare pussy against him this morning.

A knock at the door. He tucks his chair further under the desk to conceal what’s happening further down his body and forces a smile on his face. “Come in.”

***

You’re waiting for Steve when he opens the front door.

Without hesitation he pushes you back against it while closing it. Bends to kiss your mouth. Your hands twine around his neck. You’re still in your school uniform. He drops his briefcase and car keys on the floor. “Hey, sweet girl.”

“Daddy…” He hears it in your voice. The raw ache. The hunger.

“Come upstairs with me. I want to fuck you in my bed.” Somewhere along the line it had become that. No longer one shared with your mother. Just his.

And now yours, too.

***

You follow your stepfather up the stairs. This was it. It was finally happening. Your heart is pounding. Your pussy has been throbbing all day, panties soaked. You want him so badly.

He pushes you onto the bed. One hand drags roughly against your school blouse and the threads securing the buttons loosen, the bits of plastic scattering. You’re already working on the one holding your skirt fastened on the side. Steve removes his glasses and tosses them on the nightstand, then unknots his tie and unfastens his cuffs and pulls everything over his head all at once, undershirt and dress shirt together. You unhook your bra and drop it on the floor. He unfastens his belt. Pants and briefs shoved down together simultaneously. His shoes are next to yours by the front door.

You start to remove your knee highs but he halts you. “Leave them on,” he says. His voice is so coarse. It’s the desire chafing it, you think. His own pair of socks he tugs off unceremoniously. His palm caresses your covered calf, making sure the edge of your sock is properly pulled into place. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing one knee. You touch his hair. “Lie back, baby.”

You obey, flopping down somewhere near the center of the bed, shoving blindly at the pillows beneath you until they cradle your head properly. His fingers curl over the waistband of your panties and pull them off of you. You part your legs for him.

“It’s going to hurt in the beginning…” he cautions, resting a hand on one thigh.

“I know. I don’t care. I want you.”

“After that you’ll love it, baby, I promise.”

You nod, watching him as he moves, positioning himself at your entrance.

***

William could have prepped you a little first, of course; used his mouth and his fingers. But that’s not what he wants. He wants to violate you at your absolute tightest. He sees how wet you are, how your eyes plead with him, and he stops hesitating and pushes into you, immediately feeling you tense and clamp down, your body resisting his intrusion. You wince and suck in a deep breath.

“Relax, baby girl. It’ll be easier for you. It’s ok, I’ve got you.” He pushes a little further in. Christ did you feel like heaven. So snug around his fat cock. Another whimper of pain, but you’re being brave about it. A little further. Another gasp. He shoves the rest of the way in.

“Daddy!” Your back arches, lifting your torso off the mattress.

“Okay, baby. You did it. I’m all the way inside you.” He pauses there a moment, just taking in the sensation of being fully sheathed. Moves out a little, then thrusts back in.

“Oh, you feel so good.” He lowers himself down, shifting his weight onto one forearm, kissing your mouth. “So tight around me, baby. So perfect.” You’re still rigid. Your mouth is stiff against his lips. “Relax, sweet girl.” He moves his cock back and forth, never quite in and never all the way out, just trying to get you accustomed to the feel of him. Gentle thrusts. He caresses your cheek and smooths your hair. You’re getting wet again. Your hips are moving slightly, your mouth now responsive. “There you go, Princess. You’re such a good girl.” He moves a little faster, now withdrawing further and shoving back inside to the hilt. “Fuck, baby. Look at how good you’re taking me. That pussy was made for me.” His free hand finds your breast and begins massaging it, pinching and rolling your nipple. “You’re so, so gorgeous.” Your sounds have evolved. No longer pained. You’re starting to enjoy it. He feels you grinding back against him, lifting to meet him.

Time to change positions.

***

You thought you’d been prepared, but that first feeling of your stepdad’s cock entering you had really hurt.

The burn and stretch of it. You’d thought at one point you’d just break around him. There was no way he could fit.

But he had. And that sharp pain had started to become muted because there was a new feeling suppressing it.

It felt good fucking Steve.

He’d been right as usual. Once you’d stopped tensing up things had gotten a lot better. His cock slid in and out smoother. You like the feel of it pummeling you deep inside. He’s still holding back; you know it will get rougher later. You want it to be.

His body shifts, no longer hovering over you. He lifts your stockinged legs so they rest on his shoulders. He thrusts forward and oh, this is new. You like the angle he’s hitting you at inside. Like the sound of his body slapping against yours. It drives each moaning breath from your lungs. You see a trail of perspiration leak down from his forehead. You reach for his hand and he locks your fingers together, watching the reactions play across your features as the pleasure washes over you.

Another change in position. You’re seated on top, straddling him like you had that morning. You rub the head of his cock against your clit before guiding it inside of you. It’s a little awkward until you get yourself at just the right spot to sink down onto him. Oh, God. This was amazing.

He smiles at you. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you gasp. He wedges his hand against you, his thumb stroking your clit and the sensation heightens. “Daddy…”

“Look at you riding that big cock so well.” You mash yourself against his hand, grinding down on his prick. You’re lightheaded. Your nails dig into his ribs. His hips batter against you, shoving him deeper inside.

***

William’s got you bent over in front of him now. He slaps your ass cheek and squeezes the globe of it. Pushes back into you. Your cunt is absolutely drooling. His hips snap sharply and you moan as his cock drills into you, making you lose your balance as he shoves you against the edge of the mattress.

He fucks you hard for a few minutes, then eases up. Enjoys every gasp and moan and murmur and sigh. Slaps you again, harder, bringing color to your skin. He could easily finish this way but it’s not how he wants to. Not this time. He wants to see your face when he takes you apart.

Afton pauses just long enough to indicate he wants you to move. Climbs back on top of you and slides right back in. His mouth covers yours. You’re both drenched in sweat. He tastes the salt of it on your lips. He snakes a hand between you to stroke your clit again. Sees you frown and gasp. “Cum for me, sweet girl.”

“Daddy…” The hand you rest on his shoulder tightens, nails digging in. Your eyes are locked with his. “I love you, Daddy.”

The words surprise him; his climax arriving earlier than he’d anticipated. He feels you spasming around him, milking every last drop of cum from him.

He takes his time in the shower with you afterwards. Gently cleaning your sore sex. Planting little kisses on your shoulder underneath the spray of the shower. He makes you pasta for dinner and you put another horror movie on. He cradles your body against his. You’re drowsy.

“Baby girl?”

“Mmm…yes Daddy?” Barely awake. Struggling so hard.

“I love you, too.”

You sigh happily. Afton closes his eyes.

***

Steve promises you an unrestricted day of shopping at the mall to begin your Saturday.

He helps you choose a new skirt and a slinky dress. Several sets of lingerie, one of which is lavender lace. You know purple is his favorite color so you’re not surprised. A necklace that’s a silver heart that rests on the notch at the base of your throat.

It’s pouring out today, one of those rare days when Hurricane finally gets some humidity built up into the atmosphere. Your stepfather pulls off the road. You’d gotten changed in one of the restrooms at the mall before you’d left. You’re down to just the new lingerie and the necklace now. The rain drums on the roof of the car.

“Back seat,” he says. You squeal when the downpour strikes your unprotected skin. You lie down. He climbs over you, grinning. A drop of rainwater falls from his hair onto your lips. He kisses you. Touches the pendant that’s shifted to lie against your throat and the smile softens.

His thumb hooks in the crotch of your new panties and he pulls them to the side. His cock eases in. His breath huffs beside your cheek. “You like it, sweet girl?”

“I love it,” you reply.

“Yeah, me too.” His pace is unhurried. Just gentle but deep thrusts. You feel the edge of the material dragging along his shaft with each thrust. “Going to fill you up so good…”

“I want it.” You knot your fingers in his damp hair. “Breed me, Daddy.”

His steady pace falters. You’ve surprised him. He’s only mentioned it the one time. “You want that?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You want me to get that belly all swollen? Make a baby with you?”

“Mmm-hmm.” Your pussy throbs around him. Your womb very much likes the idea. You tighten your legs around his waist. “As many as you want. I’d give them to you,” you whisper by his ear, lapping at it. “I wish I was your wife. I want to be yours forever.”

His face moves so he can see your features, his hips still. “You really mean it, don’t you?”

You nod, touching his cheek, the graying beard smooth beneath your fingers. The rain is drumming louder now.

He says your name and thrusts back inside. You roll your hips against him. His mouth is rough against yours. “Oh God, baby, I want…I want…”

The words are lost in the noise of the storm. You come undone. He follows.

***

Later that night you return to Freddy’s.

Your stepfather leads you by the hand into a security office. There are stacks of monitors on the desk. You look a question at him.

“You’ve got to wait here for your surprise, okay?” He drags a large hardback chair from the corner of the room into the center. You sit. He loosens his tie and wraps it around your head, blindfolding you. You’d been wondering why he’d dressed up today. “No peaking,” he whispers beside your ear.

“Okay, Daddy.”

A few minutes go by. A few more. You squirm a little in your seat. You hear footsteps, but they’re not like Steve’s. These are heavy sounding. Metallic. You can hear mechanical joints whirring with each step.

“Daddy?”

“It’s okay, baby girl.” His voice sounds different. As if it’s being processed through something artificial. Modulated. You feel his hand on your cheek. That, at least, seems normal. Then it’s just as quickly replaced with a larger one. Cold. Steel or something like it. “Stand up for me, Princess.”

You rise to your feet uncertainly.

“Turn around. Hold onto the chair here. Now bend over. That’s it. Lift up your skirt, sweet girl.”

You obey with trembling hands. You feel the metal hand grab your panties and pull. They surrender instantly beneath the force he’s exerting, torn from your body. You can feel the air on your exposed pussy. The unencased hand caresses your cheek. A quick drag through your arousal. You whimper and squirm. You hear a foreign sound. A compartment opened? You’re still struggling to process what’s happening.

The metal hand rests on your lower spine. You shiver. Then you feel Steve’s cock plunge into your sex.

“Daddy…” It’s not just his erection pressing into you. He’s wearing something. Something soft draped over something unyielding. It’s fur touching your skin. Artificial fur, like the plush bunny you’d masturbated with the other night. He was wearing one of the animatronic suits.

“—Wait, Daddy, no. The springlocks—”

“It’s okay baby. I know what I’m doing…mmm….ah. You feel so good. You’re so wet for your Daddy…” He begins pumping into you hard and fast. He likes wearing the suit, you realize. It’s erotic for him. “You like it, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You’re not entirely sure how you feel about it. It is kind of hot, but you’re worried about his safety. It seems like an awful lot of risky movement. You don’t really understand how the springlocks work, but you think they weren’t meant for this level of activity.

“Baby,” he says.

“I’m worried,” you admit.

He sighs, the noise strange in whatever headpiece he’s wearing. “Alright. Let’s try this then. Straighten up. Take a step over here. That’s it. Step out of your shoes. I’m going to sit down. I want you to climb into my lap. But facing away from me. Okay?”

“Can I take the blindfold off?”

“Yes, I suppose you can.”

You pull the tie off.

There’s a seven foot tall yellow rabbit standing in front of you.

The costume has seen better days. There are rents in the fabric and deep gouges in the metal in places. Part of one ear is missing. The teeth that are meant to be parted in a perpetual smile seem more like a rictus grin. The eyes are bright white lights. You know exactly why he’d wanted you blindfolded. It was more than a little intimidating.

You watch as he presses something on the side of the headpiece and lifts it free, setting it on the desk nearby. His hair is damp. It must be hot inside the suit. He sits in the chair with more grace than you would have thought possible give how cumbersome the robotic suit looked.

“Come give me a kiss, baby girl.” You much prefer this voice. His own face. You bend and kiss his mouth. “Ride my cock.”

You’re not sure about it. It takes some maneuvering. Trying to balance yourself, especially facing away from him. You bare feet dig into the furry thighs. The metal hand braces you against the torso of the suit. The plastic buttons meant to simulate formal attire press into you. Steve’s hand assists you in aiming his cock into your pussy. You’re nearly there. You lower yourself slightly. One foot slips and his cock is buried in you.

“Fuck, baby girl,” your stepfather hisses at the feeling of being fully inside you again. You push yourself up, then back down again. The artificial hand holding you helps you maintain your balance, aids in your movement. You’re starting to get into a rhythm.

You’re starting to enjoy it.

The places where the fur touches your bare skin. The places where the metal presses warmly against you. It is like fucking a giant stuffed animal after all.

“Daddy…it feels good…”

“I knew you’d like it, Princess. I know what my little girl needs.”

You continue to impale yourself on his cock. The metal hand across your chest moves to your breasts, sliding inside your shirt to touch them. You wonder wildly in a lust filled moment if he could fuck you with those metal digits or if it would ruin the suit.

His encased hips snap upward. It’s starting to be a lot of movement again. You should be more cautious. But it feels too good now. You’re keening and mewling when you shove yourself onto him. “I’m gonna cum, Daddy, I’m…Daddy…” You make good on your promise. Steve grunts, hips stuttering and you feel him spill inside you.

***

You’re seated in the car outside of the closed restaurant. There’s a foreign taste to your stepdad’s throat. From the mascot suit, you think. Metallic. Musty. Something old that’s been waiting for a long time to be rediscovered.

“You had a good time, baby?”

Your lips part from his neck and you nod, smiling. The smile wavers when you think about how tomorrow is the last night of the weekend. You’ll have to get up early for school. You’ll have to be away from him the entire day. And in another week, your mother will return.

“What’s wrong?”

Your face is such an open book. “I’m just thinking about how fast this week went by. And before you know it another will pass. And then…”

“I’m not giving you up. You’re mine. That’s not going to change.” He reaches for one of your hands and squeezes it.

“But…but how will we…what are going to do?”

“I don’t know yet,” he replies. “I’ll figure something out.”

You don’t see how. He’s married to your mother. It’s really as simple as that. Your only other option is to try to sneak around. Risk getting caught. And then what?

“Princess. It’s not for you to worry about, okay? Like the springlocks. You need to trust me.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt, either.” He leans over to kiss you. First a chaste brush. Feather light. Then firmer. Your pussy tingles again. Forever hungry for him, never sated.

He exits the car and you follow. Lays you out on the hood. Licks you until you climax again. You wonder if he can smell the suit on you; taste it.

He kisses your mouth before you leave the parking lot and you have your answer.

***

Sunday morning. You’ve slept in. You stretch languidly. Arms, legs, toes curling and uncurling. Steve reaches for you beneath the covers. Starts tickling you and you squirm and weakly try to get away. You like being caught. He pins you beneath him and grins.

You think you hear the front door open and close. No, that’s impossible.

The smile on your lover’s face evaporates.

“Hey, where is everyone?”

Your mother’s voice calling up the stairs.

She’s home early.

***

William’s blood runs cold. Why was your mother back a week early? Robbing him of the extra time alone with you. He lays a finger against your lips. Sees your eyes widen. Panicked. “Go into the bathroom.”

You nod, sliding out of bed. You’ve got panties and one of Steve’s shirts on.

“And take that off!” He hisses. You fish around in the hamper looking for something that’s yours. He’d been planning on doing laundry today.

You just manage to make it into the adjoining bathroom when your mother enters the master bedroom. He evades most of a kiss by pleading morning breath.

“You slept in late. I’ve never seen you in bed at this hour.”

“Yeah, I was tired. What are you doing back so early?” He tries to make his voice light. Tries to make it not sound like an accusation.

“One of the other women had to leave early. The mood kind of shifted after that. Susan’s mother just got diagnosed with cancer with mets to the bone. Just didn’t feel right staying…”

Afton stops listening, murmuring noncommittal sounds of sympathy. He thinks he hears the faucet running.

“Where’s my daughter?”

“Uh, I think I hear her in the bathroom.”

“I wouldn’t mind a shower myself after breakfast. I didn’t bother with it this morning. You could join me…” Her hand strokes along her husband’s chest, trailing lower. His cock is still thinking about her daughter. “Steve! You did miss me, didn’t you?”

He sits up, moving his body away from her questing fingers. “We shouldn’t…she’s right there,” he says quietly, nodding towards the bathroom door.

His wife sighs. “Alright. Later then. I’m going to pop in to say hi and then I’ll make us all breakfast. Okay?”

“Sure, sounds great.”

His knuckles blanch around a fistful of sheets.

***

You can hear your mother and stepfather’s conversation. You press a hand to your mouth when you realize she’s touching him.

Your eyes fall to the tray on the counter where the wedding band still lies. You tuck it inside the medicine cabinet behind a bottle of cough syrup. You begin brushing your teeth. Scrub until your gums bleed. Rinse and spit out. Look at your reflection in the mirror.

“Honey, can I come in?”

“Um, I'm getting ready to jump in the shower. I’ll be out soon.”

“Just a quick hug? I miss you.” Your mother enters without waiting for a reply. “How’s my girl?”

“Yeah, good. Welcome home.” You hug her stiffly.

“Thanks, sweetheart. It’s good to be back. I’m going to get started on breakfast, okay?”

“Sounds good.” You try and fail at a smile.

She pauses by the door. “You shouldn’t walk around the house like that. What if Steve saw? We talked about this.”

“Sorry. Forgot.” The door closes and tears immediately begin spilling down your cheeks.

The adjoining door reopens and Steve closes it hurriedly behind him.

“Baby girl…” His thumb swipes at the tears.

“That’s it. It’s over. I can’t…” You’re trying to be quiet but you hiccup a sob.

“No, baby girl.”

You open the medicine cabinet and retrieve the wedding band. “You have to put this back on. I have to go hide the roses. I don’t know if there’s anything else left out that shouldn’t be seen…”

”Princess. Calm down. Look at me.”

You shake your head. You take his left hand in yours and begin sliding the ring back in place. Pause and lift tear stained lashes. “I do.”

A shuddering sigh. His palm cups your cheek. “I’m not letting you go.” He captures your lips. His hands grasp your waist and he sits you on the counter. Already moving your panties aside and pulling his cock free of his pajama pants.

“Daddy…”

He pushes into you. Clamps a hand over your mouth as he fucks into you rough and hard. You nod your understanding and he uncovers your mouth again. Your eyes keep going to the adjoining door, the one that doesn’t have a lock. Steve bites down on your shoulder. Sucks until the fragile vessels beneath the skin burst. Marking you.

You knot your fingers in his hair. “I love you,” you whisper.

He marks you inside, claiming what’s his.

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