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foreverinadais · 2 years

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Hello 🤗

Can you do a HC when the moon boys realize that the reader is jealous? Like they're not used to the feeling of someone being jealous for them would they enjoy it? How would they assure the reader that they're the one and no one other?

hi, i love this idea!! thank you so much for requesting!! ❤️

STEVEN:

Steven is so excited to show you the museum

like, he’s bouncing off the walls

he’s having some kind of event at work, and of course he brings you as his plus-one

and does not stop talking about how perfect you look

there are literal stars in his eyes

you reciprocate the words, showering him with praises and excitement

to which he gives you the toothiest grin ever seen: he’s elated

so you make your way into the event, clinging onto Steven’s arm as he is already explaining certain artefacts

i can imagine him dragging you to a super specific one because he thought you would like it, and every time he saw it, he thinks of you

anyway, the event is fairly busy, full of historians and academics and professors, you know, smart people

“Woah, this looks... professional.” you whisper as Steven beams

“Doesn’t it?” he (awkwardly) retrieves 2 glasses of champagne off the waiter's tray and passes one too you. “For you, my darling.”

to which your gratefully sip it down because seeing all of these people makes you particularly nervous

it’s then that a woman comes over. and my, does she look... wow.

you physically straighten up as she stalks over, elegant and confident, making you realise how bad your posture was

and she offers you both a smile.

she’s a professor at some kind of fancy university, teaching Egyptology, and has just come back from a year abroad researching archelogy in Egypt.

your jaw drops slowly at her words, because hello, she’s an actual Goddess.

but then... you catch sight of Steven

eyes twinkling with wonder

cheeks rosy with adoration

hands fiddling with each other in nervousness.

oh.

you feel a weird heat in your stomach, rising like bile and settling as nausea

and you feel bad because you trust Steven and this woman is wonderful and accomplished and stunning, why wouldn’t he want her?

and soon enough, you’ve listed every way she’s better than you and it’s already started;

jealousy.

and it’s not in a spiteful, envious way. your admiring her just as much as Steven is.

by the time she’s done talking, it looks as though Steven’s ready to start applauding

...whilst your about to start crying

“I am doing a lecture on my findings in a few days. You should both come by.”

“Woah, really? That sounds, yeah, great. can’t wait.”

and you politely nod, taking a long sip of your drink which is nearly finished

because you don’t know if you can handle any more of it.

the rest of the event goes by quickly, partly due to your growing tipsiness

when it’s finally time to leave, Steven’s beaming

like, glowing with happiness

you find it in yourself to fake happiness as Steven excitedly recites the events of the evening, complete with dramatic hand gestures and small chuckles

“Oh and that professor? Woah, wasn’t she great?”

“So great.”

“Can you believe she invited us to a lecture? I can’t wait to hear her speak, and see the pictures from Egypt- can you believe what she found?”

"Oh yes she’s so amazing, you should’ve got her number.”

you didn’t mean to sound so sarcastic, truly, but the alcohol in your system was amplifying all the emotions you felt and how you were showing them

Steven slowed to a stop, face shifting in confusion as he turned to you smiling

“Oooohhh I see what’s happening. Someone’s jealous! Beware of jealousy, it is the green-eyed monster. ya know? From Othello, innit?”

There’s a twinkle in his eyes as if he’s finding this amusing, clearly because of how good his evening went

and you feel guilty for your stupid insecurities

“Hilarious. Look, can we just keep walking? I’m tired.”

Steven’s smile falters as he suddenly notices how upset you look, how your lips are downturned at the sides and how your eyes are drooping slightly

“Hey, ‘m sorry, love, c’mon, wait a second.”

you do, avoiding his gaze

his hands come up to rest on your forearms and he tuts

“I didn’t mean to be funny. I just- Guess i’m not used to having someone be jealous for me. That sounds silly. I guess-”

“It’s fine, Steven. It isn’t your fault. It’s mine.”

He looks confused, head cocking to the left lightly

“What d’you mean?”

You sigh because this, this is awkward

suddenly the piece of gum on the sidewalk looks really interesting as you try and avoid the conversation

but Steven can read you look his favourite book and lifts your chin with his fingers so that your forced to face him

i can imagine his ‘it’s okay, you can tell me anything face’ and it makes me wanna cry ahh i love him

anyway, you throw your hands up in exasperation

“My heart... and my head...” you hesitate, tryna find the words

“And your shoulders, knees and toes?” Steven tries to joke, making you smile, before he apologies and motions for you to continue

“I think you could do better than me.” oh

he didn’t expect that

“And I guess seeing that perfect woman, like seriously, she was perfect-”

“Hold up, should I be jealous?” He tries to joke again, but he can’t help his heart dropping at how you feel

“It just reminded me how opposite I am, how... you could find your soulmate one day, or one of you could decide you want different, better, than me and leave.”

Steven is silent for a moment

“Huh?”

“I said-”

“Know what you said, just how... how could you think like that, eh?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, what? Sorry? Why on earth are you sorry? This is my fault obviously for not making you feel like I love you enough.”

“That’s not-”

“Your absolutely perfect to me, to us. And I often find myself asking the question of how we got so lucky to have you. S’ perfect, my love, you should know that. My job to show you that, ain’t it?”

and he pulls you into an embrace, smiling into your shoulder as you mutter ‘thank you’ and ‘love you’ whilst smiling back

“Now, let’s get you home, you can pick the movie, and I’ll sort out the snacks... yeah?”

“That sounds perfect, Steven.”

“Just like you.”

MARC

It really wasn’t Marc’s fault

he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and for you? well, it was the worst possible day.

it wasn’t exactly rare for people to be drawn too your boyfriend’s because um have you seen them

so you could deal with their advances normally

normally.

but not today.

not as someone had all but wrapped their body around him

you felt a level of possessiveness at the subtle but intimate act of a drunk girls arm’s around his and with the added push of alcohol, there was a new level of jealousy coursing through your veins

not today

So, putting on your most innocent look, you carried yourself over to where Marc was stood, beer in hand, laughing politely

“Hey, baby. What ya up too?” your voice was slurred and slightly raised as you placed a hand on your boyfriend’s back

and Marc, the soft bean he is, turns instantly, face lighting up

“Hi, babe, got you a drink... somewhere.”

“A drink? Your so nice.”

and to emphasise your point, you place a firm kiss on his cheek

to which slightly-drunk, oblivious Marc just smiles

the girl hanging on to him, also innocent in this situation, offers an apologetic smile- i’ll leave you too it

and you almost feel bad when you get home and feel slightly agitated

because nothing came of the situation and both parties were not in the wrong

“Wanna order some food, Y/N/N? ‘m fucking starving. Hey, baby? We can get some from that vendor you like-”

“Not hungry. Might just go to bed.”

and you hate yourself for being bitchy but you had a terrible week and you were feeling the aftermath of the alcohol and you needed to sleep in case you snapped

“Oh. That’s okay, we can sleep-”

“You can eat. Order whatever.”

Whilst you drift surprisingly fast into an uncomfortable slumber, Marc stays awake

what did I do wrong?

and because he’s drunk, everything feels 100x amplified

soon enough, it’s morning and he’s still awake

ready to cook you breakfast, get you pain relief, watch all the TV you want

but his plans are disrupted when you turn over and wrap an arm lazily over his bare waist

oh.

“ ‘morning, gosh, my head’s banging.” you mumble in a post-sleep haze and Marc is frozen because you were mad at him

“Did you, urh, sleep well?”

“Hmm, well enough.”

and then your snuggling into his side

and he can’t help but ask the question:

“Why were you mad at me?”

“Sorry?”

“Last night... you, well, you were mad. Didn’t wanna eat with me.”

and the events slowly come back to you

“No, no, I’m an idiot, ow!” your head stabbed as you sat suddenly, and you shuffled so you were looking down at him, hands resting on his chest

“I was acting stupid and drunk and, I don’t know, seeing you with that girl made me slightly jealous. And it’s such a gross feeling, and I wasn’t right to take it out on you. I’m sorry, honey.”

“Wait, you were jealous? About me?”

and he can’t help but be in disbelief that someone cares about him enough to feel jealousy

“I mean, yeah. Your the ‘dream man’, ya know? I’m incredibly lucky to have you.”

he’s silent as he looks up at you, suddenly feeling overwhelmed

“I care about you endlessly, yeah?”

and it pushes him over the edge as he pulls you down to lie with him

your head- along with your heart- pounding at the sudden position change but you ignore it, letting him nuzzle his head into your chest and feel the flesh of your thighs

“I love you,” he mumbles, “thank you for caring about me enough to feel jealous.”

and he’s smiling, teasingly, but his words are true

“Why, of course, darling.”

JAKE

Jake Lockley was confident

and why shouldn’t he be?

that man is physically flawless

and definitely has a way with words

so one day, your out on a date, and it’s a really nice restaurant

and your wearing your favourite outfit - and Jake’s favourite outfit- and he has not stopped talking about how good you look

and you feel it- until you see someone slip Jake their number

Jake doesn’t even react, just gives it back to them in rejection

because he’s with you

and suddenly, you feel the odd mix of jealousy and insecurity sweep through your body

because your right there

and whoever slipped Jake that number, well, they didn’t think you were worthy of him, so who else would?

and soon enough, your down the rabbit hole of self-doubt and illusions

you're silent on the way home, despite Jake’s hand on your thigh, or his soft words or his gentle whistling

and when you get back to your shared flat, you all but crumble on the sofa

Jake notices.

“Hey, you okay, Mi vida? You’ve hardly said a word since we left, eh?”

you mutter a half-arsed excuse, that ‘your fine’ and ‘just tired, ‘s all’

“Hmm, likely story. What’s really wrong?”

“Nothing, Jake, I said, I’m fine.”

“And I said I don’t believe you. So, fess up, before I make you.”

he’s teasing you, playful smile gracing his features

but when he see’s you look away, almost sadly, his eyebrows twist in confusion

“Y/N,” he says, “You can talk to me, please.”

“Someone gave you their number.”

Oh.

Jake tries to think back at the interaction he brushed by, because it wasn’t important to him

did he do something suggestive?

“Are you mad at me? I gave it back to them, you know, if you think for a second I would betray you-”

“N-no, no it’s not that! I just-”

“Just what?”

“It made me...”

you feel complete embarrassment as you avoid his eyes like the plague, picking at your fingers, the sofa, anywhere to avoid this

but he’s smiling, you realise, teasingly again

“Your jealous?”

bastard.

“I mean, kind of, but-”

“C’mon, you don’t need to be jealous, ya know your the only one I have eyes for. Especially in that outfit.”

you refrain from rolling your eyes, partly because whilst Jake Lockley is confident, he’s also cocky

“I wasn’t jealous, per se, I was-”

“You don’t have to lie ‘cause your embarrassed, baby.”

“Fuck sake, Jake, I was insecure!”

and then the teasing look on his face drops completely

“Insecure?”

and it’s so humbling to feel his gaze on you, and you want to crawl into bed and sleep and forget you said anything

“I guess, I don’t wanna be, I just, you know, saw that people want you and nobody expected us so why should, should I?”

And Jake is silent before he all but showers you with affirmations you’ve heard before:

‘your beautiful, inside and out’

‘you don’t need to be insecure’

‘people are jealous of you’

and none of it is going through, no matter what he says, and he realizes this, slightly agitated

“You're not even listening.”

you sigh, sinking into the sofa further

“No, I am! I just can’t find it in myself to believe it right now. I’m sorry, Jakey, this is stupid of me.”

“It is stupid. Because how could you ever think so low of yourself?”

yep, he’s angry.

“Look, how can I help? You want to keep talking?”

you don’t respond. no.

“You want some food?”

nothing.

“You want to go on a drive?”

you feel almost bad at your lack of response, but your feeling heavy, the jealousy leaving bile in your stomach and acid in your brain.

“You need me to convince you?”

and you look up at him, finally, making him smirk

“Ohh, I see. That’s what you want.”

and he walks over to you, lowering his face until he’s level with your own

and you shift in your seat because this man is so handsome it hurts

“Fine, mi amor, if you won’t hear my words,” -his lips are ghosting over yours- “then maybe you’ll understand my actions better,” - moving down, trailing along your neck, “Your it for me.”

and he’s leaving kisses between every word

“You're perfect,” along your collarbone, “And you corrupt all my fucking thoughts in the best ways,”

he’s moving back up now, up to your jaw, the spot just under your ear, your cheek, until nearly, finally-

“You done being jealous? You gonna start appreciating yourself?”

you could groan at how close his lips are to yours but he’s not giving in.

then his voice drops low, a hushed whisper so that his breath is mingled with yours as he says:

“Or do you need more convincing?”

then your lips are on each other’s, and it’s passionate and dangerous and desperate

but underneath, the message remains, the love and the care and the wonder

because all Jake wants is to show you, you don’t need to be jealous

you're all he will ever want and need

you're it for him.

#steven with a v #stevengrant #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector #jake lockely x reader #jake lockley fanfiction #jake lockely #moon knight #ff #moon knight imagine #moon knight headcanon #angst #fluff #moon knight fluff #moon knight angst

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ninjastormhawkkat · 4 months

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Heart of chaos

A year had passed since the B.E.A.W Labs organization had fallen. Since all the events had taken place. Becky being taken along with Bob. The poor girl being experimented on by a cruel scientist who had no love for anyone but himself. Matthew had broken out of the facility with her, Carl and Steven. Gene's true identity being revealed along with losing his Dr.Two-Brains persona. Shocking revelations unfolded. Betrayals and redemption. Things had calmed down significantly since but that didn't mean life had been dull. It certainly wasn't for Fair City. Especially with the villains, heroes and its eccentric inhabitants livening up the city. Becky had been making a wonderful recovery. Though she still wasn't at her full recovery Becky was still making so much more progress than the year prior. Gene still had identity issues, dealing with the loss of Squeaky. Though he didn't go through it alone. The still mad scientist had his family and friends help him through everything. Matthew and Carl took up residency within the city. A house that wasn't too far from their sons. Life in this place was definitely lively and peaceful in comparison to the hellish place many innocent souls were imprisoned in. Matthew was less exhausted than before. Relaxing within the living room in his son's house, watching whatever was put on the television. Matthew felt his eyes beginning to droop. Sleepiness hitting him out of nowhere. He simply allowed himself to doze off, not fighting it. Knowing that he was safe there. It wasn't until he felt weight on him that Matthew opened his eyes. Usually a dog or cat would be the cause for this but Matthew met many eyes. Fluffy had snuck into the house yet again. A small warm smile spread across his facial features, patting the spider on its head. Fluffy leaned into Matthew's hand, making soft happy noises. It was funnily cute to him. Though he understood as to why Gene was so afraid of him. Even Carl was squeamish around the giant spider. “Aw, who's a good boy? You are! You're a good boy!” Matthew couldn't help but baby talk the arachnid. He looked up, wriggling his chelicerae in response. As to say ‘Me! I'm a good boy!’ He chuckled at that, giving Fluffy gentle scritches. It was like a huge puppy in a spider's body. Though the peacefulness was interrupted by a sudden shout. “NO! WHY IS IT HERE AGAIN?!” Gene was in the doorway of the living room. Looking quite terrified at the huge arachnid. Fluffy instantly moved around on Matthew's lap to look at Gene. Excitedly jumping off of the supervillain's lap in favor of his son. He bolted right for the mad scientist, causing him to yelp loudly and make a run for it. “SOMEONE KEEP THAT ABOMINATION AWAY FROM ME!” Matthew gave a small laugh. “Can't help but feel abit rejected there.” Archie, who was quiet until then, responded. “I know that feeling.” This caused Matthew to jump up startled. “Don't do that! I'm old. Also I could accidentally blast you.” Archie blinked in confusion. “You didn't notice me? I came in with Fluffy. He got loose and snuck into the house. I just came to bring him back before he got to Gene. Too late for that now.” Archie frowned. “I can't help but be jealous at how much Fluffy loves him. Though Gene is terrified of him. That spider just won't listen to me when it comes to his favorite person.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “You want me to help you?” Matthew was being genuine with his question. He didn't want his son dying of fright from the giant arachnid. “That would be greatly appreciated. I have to take him back home. He can't avoid taking his medication this time.” Matthew got up, stretching first before doing anything else. This earned him a strange look from Archie. “What? I said I'm old. If I don't stretch I'll pull a muscle.” The hero shrugged. “Let's go get him soon. I have to look after Charlotte as well.” Archie always had the brightest smile when Charlotte was brought up. Either by him, Sunshine or anyone else. It was sweet. “Alright, alright.” They were completely unaware of an enemy observing them. Waiting.

Miss Power growled in frustration at the display she was witnessing through a window to the Boxleitner or rather the Woods household. A display she thought was very disgusting. How badly the alien conqueror wanted to charge right in their and obliterate everyone in her sights. She couldn't do her usual tactics and tricks right now, not after what she learned after coming back. She was still ticked off after that little alien brat Wordgirl and her parents dupe and tricked her into leaving the planet in defeat. There was no way she could go back to her planet and face her people with such a shameful stain to her otherwise brilliant record. Fueled by revenge and hatred, Miss Power spent her time preparing, training, and waiting so she could exact her revenge against those who wronged her, against the little hybrid girl and her freak of a family that humiliated her. Sadly when Miss Power and her loyal sidekick Colonel Gigglecheeks did decide to return, they were not prepared for the recent changes that had happeend in their absence. Miss Power did not care much for this Darius person or B.E.A.W labs, she had seen those like them a dime a dozen before on other worlds. The alien wished she could have congratulated the person who tortured and dehumanized Wordgirl and her sidekick. If it was up to her, Professor Ross Moran would receive high honors among her people for his actions. She did give her condolences at his unmarked gravestone. While the recent trauma Wordgirl and her sidekick have suffered gave Miss Power an opportunistic advantage, the alien conquerer unfortunately could not risk using it especially with her grandfather around. Miss Power was amazed at hearing about the past and recent exploits of Maddrix the Malicious. She was shocked that someone so bloodthirsty and powerful was the father of that scientist who used to have a mouse brain attached to his skull as well as a weird cheese obsession. To her disappointment, Miss Power could clearly see the man was too human and had regretted his actions in the past. Actions that would have made him highly respected among her people despite him being human. Still Miss Power wasn't going to risk striking back while that old coot was still alive. Age did not always equate to weakness according to what she had been taught. Even though he was old, Maddrix was clearly still powerful. It was likely that her and Gigglecheeks would wind up dead by the man's hands before they could claim revenge and victory. A chittering sound snapped Miss Power out of her musings. She turned her head to see her sidekick give her a concerned look. He chittered again and asked 'So what are we going to do?' Miss Power smiled and scratched her sidekick's head which he enjoyed. "Don't worry Colonel Gigglecheeks. We'll get our revenge soon. We just need to learn more about Mr. Malicious and what weaknesses he might have so we can use it to defeat him." Miss Power cooed. She then took her sidekick and flew off without anyone being the wiser. Miss Power was brash and bold and could be tricked sometimes, but she was no fool. The alien conqueror learned long ago that the best way to win your battles was to be prepared and know your enemy more than they know themselves. Carl sighed with relief and slight exhaustion as he sat down in a comfy chair. He had just finished sweeping the floor of his and Matthew's home. Now all he had to do was sit and relax until his husband got home. Carl wanted to try a nice 'mom and pop' owned restaurant that one of Gene's friends, Chuck, had recommended to the man. Carl had been itching to get out and do something more and more recently. If he had to be honest, he was getting bored. In the past, Carl had his job and work as a scientist to keep him occupied along with spending time with his husband and kids. Unfortunately after his 20 year imprisonment, Carl couldn't step in another official science lab ever again without a severe anxiety and panic attack @dualnaturedscientist

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #heart of chaos #rp

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broodybuck · 2 months

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Title: Here to Serve

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, historical au, top Steve, bottom Bucky, master/servant, power imbalance, servant Bucky, master Steve, dubious consent

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The feeling is feral. That's the best way Bucky can describe it. He knows a lot of others might frown upon it because he works for Sir Steven Rogers. But he can't help the immense pleasure he receives from satisfying his master in this way.

Bucky can hardly remember what it was like before the routine of resting on his knees, ass up, in the master bedroom waiting for the man of the house to enter the room and slide inside of him. That's how it goes now, every night, 5:25 pm sharp. Sir Steven has always been a timely man and because of that Bucky knows exactly when to start prepping himself to perfectly time his master's arrival.

They don't speak during it. It all evolved from an innocent timeline of events. Sir Steven always returned home stressed, every muscle filled with tension until one night his master requested a massage. It stayed innocent for a while, Bucky working oil into the man's shoulders, rubbing out the tightness. Bucky wouldn't admit even then how much he found that small task enjoyable.

From there, it progressed until they found themselves here. Bucky wordlessly opening himself up for the man, unabashedly, each and every night. The only sounds that fill the room are low grunts from Sir Steven, soft whines from Bucky, and the slick slapping sound of Sir Steven's bare skin against the younger's ass cheeks.

Tonight, Bucky is already face down in the pillow when he hears the front door close. He gets so excited sometimes — actually, most times — and this evening, he was ready ten minutes early, squirming needily on the bed all by his lonesome.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs makes Bucky shiver in anticipation. Then the bedroom door opens and shuts. The ruffling of clothes signals Sir Steven's pants coming off. The dip of the bed alerts Bucky to his master lining up behind him. Then the head of his cock presses against the rim, once, twice, then he pushes inside down to the root and sighs satisfied. God, Bucky loves that sound. Loves knowing he's serving his master in the most intimate way possible at the same time he's experiencing the wonderful feeling of being filled.

Bucky lets out a shaky breath as Sir Steven grabs his waist and pushes them both forward. The man pulls back and begins with a snap of his hips, fucking Bucky effortlessly, seamlessly, in the same pace he always does.

Sir Steven is a man of routine and order. And so, he likes everything to be precise, Bucky has learned. He likes to do things the same way. Don't mess with a good thing, he once said casually in his bath.

Bucky doesn't mind. Doesn't mind, at all, the monotony of the practice if it means being fucked by this man. Initially, Bucky didn't expect to be so fulfilled by it but he's just as dependent on it now.

Each night he readies himself, he gets a sudden fear that Sir Steven might not return home exactly on time. Bucky couldn't imagine waiting another second for this. Or, god forbid, Sir Steven decides one day he doesn't want this anymore. That Bucky's not a suitable enough hole for him to destress. God, Bucky can't think about that. He does his work all day and at night he waits for his reward. So far, he's gotten it. Every night. It's been precisely 86 days, Bucky has counted. He never wants it to end.

The only minor thing Bucky would wish for is eye contact. How nice would that be to stare into the older man's pure blue eyes? See that lust and fire burning in them. Watch that thick cock of his as he shoves it inside him. God, it'd be heavenly but Bucky could never ask. It would be shameful for Sir Steven to look at a servant that intently. To acknowledge, even just in his gaze, the pleasure he's allowing.

Bucky also wouldn't ask for words but sometimes he daydreams about Sir Steven speaking to him during these nights. Maybe praising him, if he could be so bold to wish that, for how nicely he takes the sir's cock. Or how open Bucky stretches himself. Perhaps how obediently Bucky waits every night, never asking for it any other time even though Bucky wants to. If Bucky was allowed, he'd ask for more of the sir's cock. More rounds, more times in the day, just more.

But Bucky knows how lucky he is to even get this so he keeps his desires locked inside and waits for Sir Steven to relieve himself just once before he pulls out and instructs Bucky to draw him a bath.

Tonight, Sir Steven fucks him very much the same way he always does and Bucky whines happily to the headboard he's facing when suddenly the pace slows. The man's fingertips dig into Bucky's flesh like he's restraining himself, waiting for something to pass. Bucky doesn't understand, fear strikes his chest with the worry that this all might end.

Sir Steven lets out a slow exhale, loosens his grip but keeps his hands on him.

"Turn around," Sir Steven orders.

Bucky's eyes go wide as he feels Sir Steven's cock slip out of him, allowing this shift to happen. Bucky flips onto his back faster than he's ever moved in his life. He hopes he's schooling his expression but he's sure his face is giving him away against his will. He can't process what's happening yet.

Sir Steven spreads Bucky's knees apart, grabs the base of his cock, and slides back inside. Bucky looks at him amazed, wonders if somehow Sir Steven can read minds and knows this is one of Bucky's wildest fantasies.

The older man leans over Bucky, his face lowers slowly until his mouth is only inches from Bucky's. This can't be, is Bucky's first thought. Kissing is something he never ever dreamed of. Never thought could happen in his world.

There's no kiss as Sir Steven begins his pace again, fucking him with their eyes locked. Bucky's skin is in flames. This is beyond what he thought eye contact would feel like.

"Fuck," Sir Steven whispers abruptly.

Even more of a shock, Sir Steven never swears. Never. Bucky tries not to look surprised but their faces are only inches apart, Sir Steven can observe every minute movement in his expression.

The pace ramps up, each thrust building with more force until Bucky's mouth cracks open with a whine. He feels embarrassed this close to his master, worries the man might not like the feel of hot breath on him. Bucky tries to bite his mouth closed but the next ram of his master's cock is hard and unapologetic, making Bucky cry out.

Sir Steven's mouth twitches, almost like it's about to curl into a smile. And then he leans closer, Bucky sucks in a breath. He can't breathe which is hard given the way he's being fucked — he was already out of breath to begin with. But no, he's not breathing when Sir Steven connects their mouths for the very first time and presses a gentle kiss to Bucky's lips.

When he draws back, Bucky's body reacts impulsively, explosively. He comes, so hard and loud, his eyes snap shut with fear. The pleasure is so abrupt and intense, Bucky can barely catch his breath even as Sir Steven slows the pace once again.

Bucky's terrified to open his eyes. He has always waited, has trained himself not to come first and tonight Bucky not only came first, he came embarrassingly loud and obvious and right after the man kissed him. He's so pathetic, he knows it, and he's petrified Sir Steven will not like any of this at all.

Bucky keeps his eyes closed, shaking a little, still reeling from the aftermath of the shock and pleasure that just soared through his body.

He feels a hand lightly caress his face. He opens his eyes and sees Sir Steven smiling at him. What? Bucky doesn't understand how it's possible. Then his world shatters again because Sir Steven plants yet another kiss upon his lips.

"My turn," Sir Steven states, a smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth.

He sits up and proceeds to fuck Bucky exceptionally fast until his eyes squeeze shut and the look on his face, oh god, Bucky's never seen the man's orgasm face. It's pure lust, pure relief. Bucky's hips jolt when he feels the rush of release inside him.

Sir Steven sits for a few moments with his eyes closed, breathing heavily before he carefully pulls out.

"I'd like you to draw my bath and then join me tonight," he says.

Bucky's speechless, truly. He sits with his mouth hanging open for a long beat before he processes this as an order.

He nods speedily and pushes himself up from the bed. He wobbles to the bathroom, it's always a tricky walk for him after a nice fucking, but tonight it's exceedingly difficult.

He starts the bath and soon finds himself smiling so wide his cheeks begin to hurt. What on earth did he do to deserve this?

#stucky #stucky fic #stucky smut #tumblr fic #bucky barnes fanfic #steve rogers fanfic

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oddballwriter · 7 months

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Dwelling in the Night, Part Four: Just Know I'm Not the Sinister Type

Series Masterlist

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Summary: Life, and un-life, goes on. Stevan and you get closer, despite your better judgment, and actually reach the level of friends. It's actually quite nice when you don't think about everything that might come when time keeps going on, leaving only one of you untouched. Meanwhile, an eventful night of hunting happens for you. One with what you thought was a close call that involved you not killing someone tonight out of sympathy. But unfortunately, for you, you don't have as keen of eyes as you think you do.

Warnings: Reader is a vampire, so there's the usual vampire stuff like drinking blood and biting. Reader gets a little bit edgy and emo, not going to lie to you, because I gave them some backstory to their vampirism. Reader actually attacks someone, but doesn't kill them. It's revealed that reader can to mind control and memory altering as a vampire power however, it is used on someone else. So if you have issues with mind control stuff be aware of that. Cliffhanger ending.

Author’s Snip: Vampire Y/N lover come and get your juice. *places a blood bag on the table* Wow! I'm actually doing something that advances the plot instead of whatever part 3 was. But yeah. We may be having plots merging 👀.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1974

It had been a while since the meat incident. About a month or two. The boys, although a bit creeped out by the idea of some stranger breaking into their place and just eating the raw meat in their fridge, seemed to let it go.

You also let it slip by, opting to pretend to yourself that you never did that in the first place. Both too ashamed about it, even though you weren't actually caught, and also because of the fact that Moon Knight technically broke into your place through your open window making you think that he saw you crawl in through Steven's window and back.

To you, what Steven didn't know wouldn't hurt him. It was only one time and it was out of desperation to satisfy the hunger that exists inside you before it took its hold of you and you made an even bigger mess of things.

Over these past few months, you and Steven grew closer. You would actually spend time in each other's flats from time to time. In his, you would spend time talking about various things like some literature since he had an abundance of books, but one thing you loved was when he'd tell you everything there is to know about Egypt and all of its history and mythos. It was amusing to you, hearing him ramble on and on about... well... everything. It's not like you knew anything about the place. You may be old but you aren't ancient Egypt old so hearing all of this from one person was nice. But then again maybe it was because Steven was the only thing close to a friend you have here, other than Moon Knight when you bump into him in the alleys.

Steven liked your flat too, surprisingly. So far you had spun the story that you were a person who liked to collect vintage things and also had a small interest in the macabre, as a means to explain the coffin you had 'as a coffee table'.

In truth, your coffin coffee table that you 'got from a funeral home somewhere' was actually yours and you were meant to be sealed in it, in your original home. But you came back just before they could nail it shut back in your family mausoleum. Your collection of vintage was always yours and has never once been in a thrift or antique store. Some were things from when you were alive. Most others were things you collected through the years afterward. The bed frame and mattress, plates, cups, utensils, and other normal things that you've never actually used but bought so that in case someone comes to your flat they wouldn't find it odd and start to question things, which might lead to your discovery.

Steven didn't need to know that though. Instead, he just oggled at them all and occasionally asked about a few things. There was one item that he just had to ask about though.

"Who's this?" he questioned, pointing at a photo. It was of you back when you were alive. It was old, barely still together, and in grainy black and white with the tint of age changing the white. You went for the easy answer, "It's a great relative all the way back in the day.".

"They look an awful lot like you, don't they?" Steven comments with a little smile. "Yeah. I get that a lot." you respond, "It happens. Sometimes decedents look a lot like the older generations." you comment, to which Steven nods, taking the lie.

But you can only lie so much.

"What exactly brings you here? If you don't mind me asking." Steven questions.

I was starting to be found out and the hunters showed up trying to hunt me, so I needed to flee.

"I just wanted to move somewhere new. Get a fresh start." you simply answered.

"Do you have family here?" is what Steven asks next.

It wouldn't really matter. The family tree's grown on without you. Any family you used to have are all dead now, leaving descendants that either remember you as a dearly departed that was taken too soon or have never even heard of you.

"No." you answer simply, again.

Steven gives you a sympathetic glance at that answer. "That's a bit lonely, isn't it? Being here all by yourself." Steven comments.

"I have you." is what you say, not thinking before saying it. Steven blushes a bit at the answer with a shocked look crossing is soft eyes for a moment before smiling. "Well, I'm glad that I can be someone to keep you company." he says.

"Yeah," you mutter smiling back. But there's a little bit of pain plucking at your heartstrings deep down.

You've never really had a friend before, at least not after you came back from the dead. You had a few when living. You had a lot of things that you couldn't come back for after returning. Your way of 'life' was now just staying out of sight or under the radar. Taking what you could and fleeing when you were caught. Learning how to control any weird powers and abilities you gained all by yourself.

You made acquaintance over these years in the few places you've been, but you never really made bonds since it was a matter of time till you needed to leave again. That, and also to save the sight of watching time take its course on them while you stayed frozen and outside of its reach like always.

In all honesty, you tried to push Steven away or keep him at the same distance as you did everyone else, but somehow he just managed to squeeze right in by being your kindly, and dorky, neighbor. You tried to shake off the feeling of dread for the day you may need to leave or see time reach him too. For now, he's just Steven.

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Another night of hunting and another night of putting on the clothes that helped you blend in with the shadows of the alleys that you stalked. Sure it was dirty to kill off criminals but it had its benefits to society if you looked at it from a certain angle, and also because bloody banks are more of a hassle than this.

You locked on a target. A mugger that's been making the rounds around this alley path that some would use as a shortcut to get places quicker. But during the night it was dangerous. It had a lot of pockets from the old infrastructure that criminals could hide in waiting to ponce on someone passing by. But that could also spin their own doom when it came to you hunting them. This guy was using the technique too. Using a spot made for dumping trash and scraps for the collectors in the morning. It was big enough for the both of you.

He didn't see you in the shadows, watching him and his movements from your spot. You both listened for the sound of anyone coming, both waiting for the moment to strike. You hear heels clacking on the stone floor, coming closer, and it seems like he hears them too as he settles himself into place. You don't feel like witnessing a poor woman be ambushed and so you go for the shot anyway. You already know what he's planning on doing so might as well do it like he still did it.

You grab the back of his shirt and pull him towards you. But he instinctively elbows you causing you to bite his arm instead of his neck. He recoils, you lunge, and you both scuffle down onto the ground. He's actually pretty strong, but you've wrestled with some criminals before and at some point they end up losing.

But in the scuffle, he grabs something from the ground close to the wall and hits you across the face with it. And it hurts. It burns. You coil back and hold your face, emit something between a scream, growl, and hiss. A noise that you don't make too often. You feel bits of wood and splinters on the stinging skin. He's hit you with a piece of spare plywood that was left to be collected.

Great. Out of all of the things he could have hit you with, it's the one thing that actually hurts.

You come back to your senses when you see him try to run. But you can't let him go. He's most likely seen your face since you don't wear a mask, if he gets away he can identify you to someone, and that spells out trouble for you. Even if it seems a bit twisted, you can't let that happen, no matter the cost. So you get up and give chase.

The mugger runs in the direction of more alleys instead of the streets in a desperate means to just get away from you and not thinking properly out of fear. This place would be a maze to him, but not to you. You can smell the blood from your bite on his arm, drawing a straightforward path right to him. You hear him calling out for help as he runs. You can tell he's scared, it makes you feel guilty for what you'd need to do when you caught him but it was the only way in your eyes.

Or was there.

Right.

You have some of his blood, you have a little influence over him. If you could just catch up with him, you could maybe keep him from identifying you to the police or someone without killing him.

You manage to find him and now tail him. You want to catch up to him but he's at a distance advantage and you're close to the end of the alleyways, he could make it out before you get to him. It's now or never.

You focus on his blood in your mouth and shout "Stop!" at him, and he does. You want to sign in relief but you could lose your already weak hold. You quickly walk towards him and face him, looking him in the eyes. He looks panicked by the fact that he can't move anything. You ignore it and focus again as you look deep into his eyes, then feel the connection be made for your influence.

You even out your voice, "You don't remember my face." you say.

"You don't remember being chased by anyone." you add.

It always feels a bit jarring when the people you do this with just calm down and enter in the trance-like state they get into when you do this. His eyes and muscles relax entirely, he even drops the plywood he's still holding that you didn't notice before.

"You were... just taking the shortcut through the alley. You don't remember getting bitten by anyone or anything either." you add on as a means to cover up any tracks that would be left in his memory.

You keep the connection as you back away into the shadows, being concealed again and unseen by him and anyone else, and then cut it loose.

The man snaps out of it, looking around confused, most likely confused how he got here and then being shocked at the injury on his arm. He holds the wound as he walks away and out of the alley.

You relax, having managed to nail the mercy even though you had so little to use. "Holy shit." you mutter as you slip down a hatch to the city sewers below to head home.

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"Holy shit..." an unseen man mutters to himself processing the scene he just saw right before him.

And here he thought that his jokes about you were just jokes to mess with the others.

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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 13

You’re a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.

A/N: TW for r*pe, assault, angst, accidents- you name it. The chapter is a real peach. Buckle up!

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Ch 13: Digging Up the Dirt, You Get to Meet All Sorts

“Are you ok?” You ask Scarlett, looking at her ghastly face through the rearview mirror. Her gaze shifts to yours, wide eyed.

“Wha…what just happened? Why’d you leave?” She asked, concern and terror laced her features, her brows furrowing and a deep crease forming between them.

“Your safety comes, first, Scarlett. I can’t have you hanging around when that’s what they are trying to do, is get you alone or with as little security as possible.”

“Wh…who was in that car? We were just in that position. That could have been us.”

“That was Jim’s car.”

“I…I was supposed to be in that car this time, wasn’t I? ” Your blank stare gave her the answer she needed.

“I am calling your agent, you’re not going to this last interview.”

“I… I think I can, Y/N, keep going.” She stutters.

“No, Scarlett. You’re shaking, and you’re pale. You’re not going. I should have called it back at the last studio.”

“Why? What do you mean?” Her tone laced with disbelief, if there was any doubt, then she should have been informed.

“Gut feeling.” You fire back, not wanting to let her know about the missing agents.

The drive from there was silent, aside from the brief phone call to her agent, telling them there has been a safety breach and for Scarletts safety, the remainder of the schedule for the day needs to be cleared. You redirected the vehicle towards Scarletts home, so she would be able to relax as much as possible after a stressful day. You turned down the familiar street, approaching the end of the driveway, where your memory flashed back to Steven crushing your hand last night.

“I don’t want to be home right now, Y/N. They know where I live.” She muttered from the back seat, crossing her arms as you approached the house.

“Do you not want a change of clothes? It might help to get into comfier clothes, Scar. Help you to relax. I can stay while you change, if you would like.” You offer, your mind now racing about todays events.

“Fine. Half an hour, and I want to be out of here.” She responds, as you climb out of the car, walking around to get to her door, and let her out. She stalks past you, and you turn on your heel, following be hind her closely, while the other lone agent with you stands by the front door. Once inside, she retreats immediately to the master bedroom, and you station yourself just outside the door, not wanting to invade her privacy as she changes. You hear water running, and doors slamming behind you as shuffling noises come from beyond the wooden doors. Shortly after, the doors are slid open, and a small gasp comes from her. “Jesus, Y/L/N, were you there the whole time?” She asks, holding her hand over her chest. You simply raise your eyebrow in response. You still have your glasses on, thankfully as you eye the woman up and down, her having changed into black yoga pants and a grey zip up hoodie, with a Yankees hat on, pulled down low over her eyes.

“Where to, Johansson?” You ask, following behind her to the kitchen, as she reached into her fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, offering you one too. You nod, accepting the water, but turning around and walking towards the front door. She stood there, confused as you open the front door, and hand the water to the agent at the door. You shut the door, walking back to her, another bottle already on the counter for you. You leaned your hip again the edge of the counter, watching the actress. The blank expression on her face tells you she’s not present, she’s just standing, and staring off into the distance. “Scarlett?”

“Huh?…oh. Sorry. ” She responded sheepishly.

“It’s ok. Today was stressful.” You state calmly, approaching her. She turned towards you, her arms waving by her side, like she was asking for something. She slowly approached you, unsure of her next move. You set the bottle of water on the counter, raising yourself off the counter and approaching her, arms open. “C’mere.” You speak softly, opening your arms so she can step closer. Your slightly taller frame allows her head to rest under your chin, as she clings tightly to you, a deep breath coming from her as she calms down a little bit more. You allow your arms to wrap around her, enveloping her in a friendly hug. The feeling of how natural this feels is not unnoticed by you, as she just…fits. She unwraps herself from your body, stepping away with a sheepish smile on her face.

“Thank you.” She whispered, a small look adorning her face. You shoot her a reassuring smile, rubbing her arm as you direct her to the door.

“Lets get you outta here.” You walk behind her, taking a swig from the water bottle before shutting the door behind you as you cross the threshold. She locks the house from her phone, and you walk back towards the black Escalade, opening the door for her to climb up into the back seat, while you and your agent get up front. You look into the backseat, silently asking if she has made up her mind on a destination.

“Anywhere, Y/N. Just not here.”

“Well, I need to drop him off at the office, and fill out some paperwork. Do you want to go to someones house, or stay with me?” She looked at you, acknowledging the necessity of what you needed to do.

“Everyone I could usually go to is out of town. I don’t feel safe alone.” She responds, looking down at her hands, wringing them slightly. You turn back to the front of the car, starting it before turning out of her drive.

“That answers that then, you’re coming with me.” You smile in the rearview, pushing your glasses up your face.

***

You arrive at the office, pulling into the garage, and driving up to the level that housed all the fleet security and armored cars. You unlocked the doors, your agent letting Scarlett out of the car, while you gathered a few bags from the back of the car. You usher her to the elevator, the other agent had already gone up. Standing by the elevator doors, you both maintained your silence, not uttering a word until the elevator arrived. Once inside, she releases a deep breath, turning to you.

“Are you ok? That happened right in front of you. That was someone you work with.”

“I’ll be ok. I just need to find out what the hell happened.” You maintain a stoic expression, not wanting to reveal the internal panic you felt for someone who you saw as a father.

“Are you sure?” She asked again, almost like she knew, you weren’t ok. You sent her a less than reassuring smile, and the door dinged open, revealing a panicked Kris and Paul.

“Follow me.” You place your hand on the small of her back, guiding her to the boardroom, setting the duffle bags over your shoulder in the corner. Her eyebrow raises at the choice of office. “Your publicist and agent, as well as some officers will be showing up here shortly. They’ll need statements.” You respond.

“This can’t be your office.”

“It’s not. I have some calls I need to make, and then I will be back.”

“But, I don’t want to be left alone.” She whines, slouching into a high back leather chair.

“Kris will be in here with you.” You respond, her eyebrow shooting up. Turning on your heel, you walk away, letting Kris know you need her in the boardroom with Scarlett, to keep her company until her party shows up.

***Kris POV***

“Y/L/N, why? She’s a grown woman. She doesn’t need a babysitter.” I fire at Y/N, I really don’t want to be watching over her right now.

“Shut it, Kris. Get in there, do some paperwork, I don’t care. Just, don’t leave her alone.” Y/N makes a pointed remark, leaving me no room for argument.

Ughhhh…I shuffle around, pick up some paperwork and my laptop, going to the boardroom to watch over the blonde. Upon my entrance, the blondes gaze drops, and the disappointment on her face was obvious. I can’t say my expression is better, I am just irritated with how the day unfolded, and now I’m stuck watching over the reason it happened. I set my computer down, and pull out a chair on the other side of the table, and begin typing away as soon as I sat myself down. I lost myself in the paperwork I needed to fill out, until a throat clearing drew my attention elsewhere.

“Kris?” The blonde asked quietly, I had to restrain myself from rolling my eyes towards Scarlett.

“Yes, Ms. Johansson?” I shut my laptop, directing my gaze towards her.

“Is there any water available? I’m a little thirsty, the carafe is empty.” She mentions, pointing at the empty carafe and glasses on the table.

“Of course. Is bottled ok?” I ask, rising from the table and walking to the end of the room, towards a large credenza. I opened one of the doors, revealing a small beverage cooler full of water bottles.

“Yes, that’s fine. Thank you.” She responds, as I grab two, realizing I haven’t had anything to drink for a while either. I slide the other one down the table to her, while opening mine and taking a rather large swig.

“I can see why you and Y/N were a thing. You two make a good couple.” She comments, making me almost spit out my drink.

“What?” I asked, incredulous that she would make such a statement.

“You, and Y/N. You were an item, were you not?”

I scoff at the remark. “Uhh, a little bit more than an item, I would say. But sure. What business of it is yours?”

“None. Just thought you two are a cute couple. Or, were. You complement each other nicely.”

“You don’t even know Y/N.” The blonde raises her eyebrow. “How can you say we ‘complement’ each other when you don’t know either of us?”

“Kris, I make a living off imitation. I am very good at watching behaviors, how people interact. I have to be good at that. Besides, Y/N and I have talked enough for me to have an idea of what she’s like.”

“You don’t know the half of it. You know how I know, Scarlett?” The blonde hums in response, waiting for me to answer. “I don’t even know the half of it. She’s an emotional clam.”

“There’s no need to be offhand about it. I merely made an observation, Kris.” God, the audacity of this woman.

“I’m not being offhand, Ms. Johansson. We just sent two of our most tenured agents to the emergency room in critical condition, after being in an accident int he car YOU were supposed to be in. One of those people Y/N sees as a father.” I shoot her way, narrowing my eyes as the look on her face goes slightly more aghast. “Forgive me, rather- forgive US for being a little bit on edge right now.” I’m now standing at the table beside her, my finger pointed onto the table looking down at her, while she just looks at the water bottle in her hands. “Leave whatever you think happened in Y/N’s and I’s love life, out of it.“

***Y/N POV***

You must have made a million phone calls, trying to get an update on Grange, and calling various agents to try and get an idea of what actually fucking happened today. You paced in your office, changed clothes, and tried to make heads or tails of the day, but nothing made sense. Deciding I\you need to go down and check on Kris and Scarlett, and let Scarlett know her team will be here as soon as they can, but it will still be a few hours. You walk out of the office, now wearing a pair of black sweatpants over your gym shorts, and a tight fitting black tee shirt. You had decided to go down to the gym and do something to relieve some stress. As you approach the board room, you can hear Kris’s raised voice. Oh no. That’s not good.

“Leave whatever you think happened in Y/N’s and I’s love life, out of it.“ You hear, and are instantly puzzled at the subject matter. Was Scarlett asking about your love life? Bracing yourself, you walk into the board room, and immediately sense the tension. You narrowed your eyes at Kris, she knows better than to do this.

“Kris, can I speak to you for a minute? Outside?” You point outside the boardroom, not missing how both Scarlett and Kris eyed you up and down in your current attire. Scarlett’s gaze stopped briefly at your chest, then abdomen, but when she saw your hand, her eyes narrowed.

The door slammed behind us as you pushed Kris to the opposite side of the hallway. “What. The. Hell did I just walk into, Kris? I asked you to watch her, make sure she stayed comfortable. I leave for half an hour and you’re fucking badgering her?! Do you want to get fired?”

“Well, Y/L/N, I didn’t want to babysit her anyways. She started it.”

“What are you, 12? I don’t give a flying fuck who started it. I get that it's been a long day. But you do not get to corner our client because you don’t like something she said.” You turn around, walking back to the boardroom, before turning back around. “Go back to your office, handle your shit, and go the fuck home.” You respond, leaving the blonde speechless in the corridor, before slipping into the boardroom and walking down to the same fridge to get a water. You pulled out the chair at the end of the table opposite Scarlett.

“I don’t bite, Y/N.”

“Scarlett, my apologies for Kris. She often… wears her emotions on her sleeve.”

“It’s, ok, Y/N. It was mostly my fault. I was just trying to start a conversation.” Your eyebrow raises at that. “I just mentioned that you two must have been a good couple.” You almost spit out your water at that. It takes a minute, but you finally regain your composure.

“What makes you think we were a couple?” The smirk on her features tells you all you need to know.

“Please, Y/N. The tension between you two is palpable whenever you’re both in the room. She always looks at you with the biggest doe eyed expressions.”

“That doesn’t mean anything, Scarlett.” You respond back, trying to downplay her observations.

“I can tell you two care about each other.”

“We do, but friends care. Doesn’t mean we were together.” You fire back.

“But she still loves you, Y/N. It’s obvious. ”

“That still doesn’t mean we were a thing, Johansson. And what business is it of yours anyways?”

“Just sayin’. I never tried to make it my business, Y/L/N.” You sigh deeply, squeezing the now empty water bottle in your hand, before throwing it out and pinching your eyebrows with your fingers.

“Come on. I need to work out some frustrations, I don’t want to leave you up here. Follow me.” You stood quickly, walking to the door, and holding it for her to trail behind you. You led her to the elevator, going down 3 floors to the training center.

“A training center?” Scarlett asked, observing her surroundings as she stepped out of the elevator.

“Yeah, we train all of our agents in house. Plus its nice to have a gym to brush up and practice your skills at work.” You respond with a blank expression, turning on your heel, and walking to the locker room. She hesitated stepping inside, so you shrugged and continued to your locker. You removed the black tee, and lost the sweatpants, and swapped your shoes over to your black training shoes. You grabbed the towel and empty water bottle out of your locker, and walked back out of the room, stopping at the water bottle fountain, before turning around and walking to the speed bag. You noticed that Scarlett had made herself at home, casually walking on one of the treadmills. You wrapped your hands, slipping them into a fingerless glove. She hadn’t noticed you come back out yet, so you started to stretch and warm up, beginning your combinations on the bag before you. The sound of the bag caught her attention, her gaze firing over to you as you fired merciless combination after combination at it, progressively getting faster and faster. You had eventually worked yourself up to a dull sheen of sweat covering your chest, arms and face, before switching over to one of the lighter heavy bags. You knew you’d regret this, but this was the only thing that could get your mind off the dull ache in your heart.

You began striking and kicking the bag, taking any pent up frustrations you had out on it, without realizing the emotion you were feeling. You were landing punch after punch, kick after kick, and slowly the bag before you transformed.

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You stood in a packed courtroom, one side of the room was your team, Cam and Nix seated behind you, Grange, and others who had witnessed your slow dissolve due to your abuser. The other side of the courtroom was full of high ranking officials, men that he had served with on his multiple tours, and his wife and family. They all stared at you with a strong look of denunciation, like they could really understand the hell the man seated across the aisle from you had placed on your shoulders. He was clearly having the time of his life, so sure that the charges alleging the sexual assault and abuse would not stand. He was oh so sure, but you made sure that your case was bullet proof. And just in case, you had two pieces of evidence withheld, in the case you would need it. You just hoped you wouldn’t.

“All RISE, for the honorable Lt. General Rennoll. AttenTION!” The guard by the door called out, as every stood and raised their arms in salute.

“At ease, everyone.” The clean cut judge at behind his bench, and everyone else followed suit. You glanced over at the man who had put you here, to witness the most shit eating, contemptible grin cross his face. The sheer lack of regard he held in this moment, showed no remorse, no regret for anything he had done. He truly believed he did nothing wrong. And in your current mental state, you were terrified he was going to get away with this. The evidence you had given to the courts was overwhelming. The hospital had documented every bump, bruise and cut when you had been carried in, some of the photos showing the dark bruising that had hidden some of your tattoos. The hospital had confirmed in the rape test that Waters had, in fact raped you. But according to his account, he had been drunk at the bar, and mistook you for his wife he missed so dearly, having not seen her in over a year. He was allegedly so inebriated that he had no idea how rough he was being, and had blacked out as a result.

Your defense had argued that this had been an ongoing issue, the testimony of the decline of your health attested to by your doctor, as well as Nix and Cam. They had also testified to the many nights of you showing up, stumbling late into the bunks, almost waking the entire group of people and risking disciplinary action as a result. The mornings where you had a hard time waking up, or the nights you stayed up crying and trying to not make yourself sick with how disgusting you felt were all accounted for by your bunk mates. This entire court case had sent you spiraling, which is exactly why you hadn’t wanted it in the first place. The doctors, Cam, Nix, and Jim had all convinced you to ruin this man the best way you could, by getting him prosecuted. You were sure that this would become career suicide, but the overwhelming guilt of him doing this again ate you alive.

Leaning over to your attorney, you whispered in their ear that you wanted to use those 2 pieces of evidence, regardless of the outcome. He looked at you like you suddenly grew six heads, because this trial was all but over. But the smug act from the aisle over made you want to push this all the way. He leaned over to the second attorney, letting them know what you had said, and she leaned over to you, ensuring you wanted to do this. You shook your head yes, just wanting it over before you changed your mind.

Your attorney stood, gaining the attention of all the people in the room. “Your honor, may I approach the bench?” She asked, before the judge waved both her as well as Waters attorney up to the stand. The judge raised his eyebrows, presumably at the admission of the 2 pieces of evidence that you were asking to become a part of the court case. An animated, hushed argument between the 3 began, before Lt. Gen. Rennoll shushed them both, and sending both attorneys back to their benches. Waters attorney was clearly not happy about what was said, but the judges actions told you all you need. Your attorney rose, announcing the new evidence into the court case. You could hear a pin drop when the first piece of evidence was announced.

“Your honor, my client had been feeling ill after this last alleged assault, and as a result, had a pregnancy test performed after two successful at home tests proved to be positive. The following evidence is the positive test performed at the off-base doctors office, as well as the post abortion fetal cell microchimerism test, which shows the DNA matching the alleged abuser was present in the aborted fetus, thus proving that the abuser was the father.” The silence in the court room was deafening, as the results to the test and the DNA overlap showed a 100% match to the same DNA sample that was pulled from the rape test at the hospital.

“The second piece of evidence was obtained via an off base security camera, located by a bar that is frequented by many service men and women.” Your attorney paced back and forth in front of your bench, looking at the opposing bench and the judge. “If there was any doubt that this had been happening for a while, this will prove other wise.” Your attorney continued. What followed was a sequence of multiple occurrences where Waters had pulled you out of the bar on different dates, sometimes pulling you to the side in an alleyway, and forcibly having his way with you- sometimes pulling you into his vehicle and watching the rocking back and forth, before inevitably knocking you out or beating you to a pulp, only for you to stumble away, sometimes a half an hour later- sometimes longer. The resonating image being your limp body thrown from the side of the vehicle as he was driving it backwards, ditching you, unconscious from a moving motor vehicle.

Your eyes were trained on the alleged sat next to you, as you watched his wry smile disappear, turning into a scowl. His demeanor shifted from one of cocky assurance he was going to win- to one of him knowing that his entire life just fell apart before him. The dead air in the courtroom was momentarily stirred by the departure of Waters wife, an exodus of all of the people you had presumed as his family shortly thereafter.

CHAPTER 14

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andydrysdalerogers · 7 months

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Yours Submissively ~ Experimentation

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

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Previous: Solitude

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

The rest of the day was awkward for Belle. She couldn’t avoid Tony, but she kept her interaction with him short. She was fuming; he had no right, no say in her life. He wasn’t her father. At 3PM, Maria Hill called in all of the exiting interns for a glass of champagne and a toast. After, she had an exit interview with Pepper. At 355, she packed up her small personal items. “Belle?”

She looked up to see Tony standing there. “Anything else before I go Mr. Stark?”

“No, I just wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean that Steve isn’t a good guy just that I wanted you to be smart and safe.”

Tony was feeling the guilt more today. But Belle didn’t need to know that. She didn’t need to know that he had known her father. Not really friends, but close. He thought back to day…

“Phil!” Pepper stood up to greet the SHIELD agent.

“Uh, his first name is Agent.”

Tony couldn’t believe the man had breached his security and tried to deflect him. Pepper had convinced him to read over the incident with the tesseract. He would be meeting with others including Captain Steven Rogers, the man who worked with his father on Project Rebirth. As Pepper made her way out with Agent Coulson, he overheard their conversations.

“I want to hear all about that cellist.”

“She moved back to Portland. Belle is pretty upset about it…”

Fast forward to Tony arriving to the helicarrier and Tony’s offer to fly him to Portland. “Just pick a day, keep love alive.”

“I can’t, have to get back to my daughter.”

“Daughter?”

“Yeah, Belle.” He showed a photo of a sweet looking girl with dark hair and blue eyes. “She’s off radar so if you…”

“Yeah, sure no problem.” Tony had arrived to the conference room…

Captain Rogers and Tony stood in the cell area, looking at the blood-stained wall where Phil Coulson had died.

“Was he married?”

“No, there was…” Tony hesitated. She’s off radar… “there was a cellist.” Tony kept his secret until he could talk to Fury.

It was a couple of days after New York. “What is going to happen to her?”

Fury looked at him. “A couple of agents picked her up when Loki became a problem and took her to New Jersey. She’s being placed there for her safety.”

“I’d like to sponsor her until she’s done with school. The least I could do for Coulson.”

“I’ll make arrangements for her to receive it as a scholarship if you’d like.”

“Thanks. Let’s just keep that between us for now. The rest of the team doesn’t have to know.”

“Tony, there is something you need to know before we move forward…”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark. I do have to go.” She picked up her bag.

“I’ll walk you out.” They made their way to the elevators in silence. Tony cleared his throat. “So, training in a month?”

“Yeah, this will be weird. Teaching.”

“You’ll be great. Your graduation is next Friday?”

“Yeah at 6 PM.”

They reached the bottom floor and Tony guided her out, hand on her back. Outside, Bucky was waiting next to the SUV. When he saw Belle, he opened the door and took her bag. “Afternoon Belle, Stark.”

“Hi Bucky. Thank you.” She turned to Tony and stuck out her hand. “Thank you for everything Mr. Stark.”

“The pleasure was mine Belle. Good luck… with everything.” He let go. “Barnes, take care of her.”

Bucky merely nodded and closed Belle’s door. He climbed in and started to make his way to Jersey. “So last day? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine Bucky. Just tired.”

“What was Stark’s problem? You looked really uncomfortable around him.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Belle, sweetheart, you know you can talk to me. I can be a friend in the world of supers.” Bucky gave her a look in the mirror.

“Can I sit up front with you?”

Bucky pulled over and Belle climbed up to the front. “So, talk.”

“Tony decided to comment on my life.”

“How do you mean?”

“He figured out that Steve and I are dating. Well, I told him that Steve was my boyfriend and he flipped. Said that Steve wasn’t good enough for me.”

“What the… ok Belle, listen. Tony was out of line.”

“Would Steve really hurt me?”

“Sweetheart, no. Steve would do anything to protect you. Stark is just talking out of his ass.”

“I assume you know about Steve’s… ah preferences?”

Bucky looked straight ahead. “I do.”

“As my friend,” Belle chewed her lip. “Should I be worried?”

“Belle you can always say no. Steve wouldn’t ignore you if something makes you uncomfortable. Truly, he cares about you sweetheart. I’ve never seen him like this before. I mean…” he stops. “No one else ever came close.”

“Does Tony know about his lifestyle?”

‘No,” Bucky looked at her. “I make sure no one does. Just like no one will know about you if you decide to leave. But I want you to stay. If only for the French toast.” He smirked at her and she blushed.

Making it to Jersey was quick and Bucky spoke with Lila while Belle got her stuff together. She got ready for dinner and made her way out. She stopped when she saw Bucky kissing Lila. She cleared her throat and turned around, not wanting embarrass them more. “I’m ready Bucky.”

“I’ll see you later Li?” He kissed her softly and Belle looked away.

Lila giggled and nodded. She hugged Belle. “Are you going to be ok?”

“Yeah. Just the weekend with Steve. I’ll be back on Sunday night. Big week ahead.”

“I know Miss Valedictorian. You have speech to write.”

Belle flushed. She hadn’t mentioned to anyone else of the honor she received. “Bye Li.” She and Bucky exited the apartment.

“So…”

“Please don’t. No one knows.”

“Why? That’s a huge honor.”

“Everyone expects my family to be there for the stuff before. The luncheon and stuff. I don’t have one so what’s the point.”

“Belle, c’mon. You have us, Steve, Lila, me. We can be your family.”

Belle fell silent and just looked out the window. They made it back into Manhattan with 20 minutes to spare. Bucky drove around, trying to coax her back out. “Belle, please. Steve is going to kill me if I am sending you to him upset.”

“I’m fine Bucky. Just ready for graduation to be over.”

Bucky pulled up to the restaurant and opened her door. “Tell Steve. I promise he’ll be proud and supportive. And mention anything else you’re worried about.” He alluded to her concerns about being hurt.

“Thank you, Buck.” Belle walked into the restaurant and the maitre’d looked at her. “Miss Davis?”

“Yes.”

“Follow me.” He guided her to a private room where Steve was waiting.

“Isabella, you look beautiful.” He kissed her cheek and helped her into her chair.

“Thank you, Steve.”

“I took the liberty of having the chef give us a tasting menu. I hope that’s ok.”

“It’s fine. Best way to taste everything,” she said with a forced smile.

Steve studied her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It was a long day.”

“Don’t lie to me. Please baby, don’t.”

Belle waited as the waiter poured the selected wine for them. Once he was out of the room, she took a deep breath. “I’m nervous for this weekend. Steve, are you going to hurt me? I don’t want you to hurt me.” Her mind comes up with the images she had searched. Of her being bound and gagged while a whip would crack over the back. She hitched her breath in remembrance.

“Why would you assume that I want to hurt you?”

“I did my research.”

Steve chuckled. She was such a good girl for him. “Belle, will it hurt? A little. But only to provide you pleasure. I want you to enjoy it. The moment its not enjoyable, we stop. That’s why we decided on this weekend. To gage what you do and do not like.”

“I don’t want to be whipped. I don’t want you to mark me when you hit me.”

“Ok, that’s good. This is what I want us to do. You tell me what the limits are. Communications is the only way this will work.” He stopped at the first course was brought out.

“I did see something intriguing. It’s like a whip but soft.”

“A flogger? We can try it. It may bite but not as hard as you think.” Steve smiled at her. “I have an idea if you trust me.”

“I trust you.” She didn’t hesitate in her response.

They made it through dinner and Belle took a moment. “Steve?”

“Yes, sweet pea?”

“Sweet pea?”

“You like sweets, you’re sweet. You are my sweet pea. What did you need?”

“I have an event to go to on Wednesday and I was wondering if you would go with me.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“It’s a luncheon with the alumni association. For the valedictorian.”

“Valedictorian? Isabella are you…”

Belle lowered her eyes, a blush forming. Steve used his fingers to lift her face. “That is an honor. Congratulations. Yes, of course. I’ll clear my schedule.” He leaned and kissed her gently. “I am so proud of you sweet pea.”

She blushed and kissed him back.

They finished up and Bucky picked them up and took them back to the apartment. He dropped them off and said, “I’m headed to Lila’s. See you in the morning for breakfast.” He winked at Belle.

“Goodnight, Buck,” Steve said. He took Belle up to the apartment. They went straight to the playroom. Steve could feel Belle’s heart pounding. “Breathe princess. I promise, you tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Turn and face the bed.” She turned and Steve grasped the zipper and pulled it down slowly, running a finger down her spine. Belle’s breath hitched with the sensation. The dress dropped and pooled around her heels. “Turn back around,” he ordered. She spun again. “You are beautiful princess.” He cupped her face and kissed her. She moaned into it and Steve smiled. He lowered his hands and reached to remove her bra. He stepped back and took her in, just panties and heels.

He licked his lips and led her to the bed. He kneeled in front of her and pulled down her panties, sliding them slowly down her legs. Belle’s breath was ragged, every touch setting her aflame. “Step, princess.” She complied immediately. “Lay down on the bed.” Each order sent a wave of arousal to her core. She climbed to the center of the bed, still in her heels. The sheets were silky smooth but stark white.

“Raise your arms above your head.” Belle moved her arms. She looked to see where Steve was. He came into view with a royal blue silk rope. He took the length and wrapped her wrist gently. “Don’t pull,” he said as he tied it to the bed. He checked for the tightness. “What is your safe word?”

“Red sir.”

“And your go signal?”

“Blue sir.”

“Good girl. Spread your legs.” She hesitated. “Princess,” he warned. She moved her legs. He took additional rope and tied an ankle to each post. He took in, spread out and waiting. He could see she was wet and needy. “I don’t think I want you to see anymore.” He took off his tie and wrapped it to cover her eyes. He placed a kiss on her and leaned up to keep it going.

“My greedy girl. Patience.” Steve took off the rest of his clothes and placed a condom onto the bedside table. He went to his toy wall and took out the red flogger and an egg vibrator. He made his way back to Belle. She was squirming, needing him. He got in-between her legs and ran a finger through her folds. She mewled at the sudden touch and tried to close her legs. “So wet for me princess. Do you like being at my mercy?”

“Yes.” He slapped her clit and she cried out. “I’m sorry. Yes, sir,” she corrected.

“Good girl. My princess is a good girl,” Steve coo’d at her. He kissed her clit in comfort and then licked to taste the nectar coming from her. “You taste so good princess.” He reached up and put the vibrator on her mouth. “Suck,” he ordered. She opened her mouth and felt the heavy object on her tongue. He pulled it out of her mouth and went back to her pussy. He fingered her slightly and then pushed the vibrator in. She gasped. “Its ok Belle, it’s a vibrator.”

“Steve…”

“No.”

“I’m sorry sir.” She trembled.

“I promise, you will enjoy it.” Steve reached up to kiss her. “If its too much just let me know.” He got off the bed and reached for the flogger. He set the vibrator to low, watching as Belle squirmed at the sensation. He smiled and took a stance and flicked his wrist, letting the flogger fly and slap Belle’s skin on her belly. She jumped and moaned. “Are you ok? Color?”

“Blue sir. I’m ok.”

“Did that hurt?”

“No sir.”

“Good. See, it’s in your mind,” he reassured her. “I’m going to go a little harder. Tell me to stop if it hurts, ok?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good girl.” He flicked his wrist harder, allowing the flogger to strike her breasts. She pulled on the restraints and cried out. “Don’t pull princess, I don’t want you to hurt.” He tried again over her legs, and she continued to moan in response. He let go harder and harder, increasing the vibrator with each strike until she cried on the eighth strike over her abdomen.

“No, stop!” She cried.

“Ok, ok,” he dropped the flogger. He took some lotion and rubbed her belly. She moaned at his gentleness, and he increased the vibrator, causing her to scream.

“Steve, please!” She could feel herself close to the edge. He reached and pulled the vibrator out, listening her to groan and he climbed between her legs. He rolled onto the condom and thrusted inside. She screamed again, feeling her clench around him. He thrusted quickly in and out.

“C’mon princess. You know you want to.”

“Please,” she pleaded. He wrapped his mouth around her nipple and sucked hard. She wanted to have him close but her legs were still tied. She had to just take what he gave her. Steve reached up to release her hands and she brought them down on his back and gripped.

“Let go Isabella,” Steve pleaded, feeling himself reaching his peak. He thrusted harder and she detonated, pulsing and sucking him in. He pushed in and released, filling the condom, moaning her name. He slowed his pace, kissing Belle gently as he did. He pulled out slowly, not wanting to hurt her. He released the ropes and went to the bathroom to get a warm towel. She pulled her legs close, flexing them to get feeling back into them. He came back and cleaned her gently. Then he rubbed her ankles and arms.

Steve went and grabbed two robes. He placed the blue one on himself and sat Belle up. He wrapped the white robe around her and carried her to his room. He grabbed a shirt and put it on her and lifted her to bed. He wanted her close tonight, not feeling comfortable leaving her alone after her first experience in his playroom. He cleaned himself up and put on pajama bottoms. He climbed into the bed and pulled Isabella close.

He felt her settle and he smiled. And he stopped. Because he knew what he was doing was dangerous.

Because falling in love with her would put her in danger.

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ohmystaxk · 11 months

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Goodbye, My Dear Stranger (5)

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Pairing(s): (Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader) (Marc Spector x Reader later on) [Pre-Moon Knight show]

Chapter Character(s): Steven Grant, Jake Lockley.

Content/Tags: Fluff, none-exclusive relationship talk, work besties being the biggest supporters, guilt, Jake being a mean bitch.

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: After the events that transpired with Steven, you remembered you had a girl's night out.

Your body felt heavy as your eyes opened, you were greeted with the off-white ceiling of your room. It was already dark outside when you awakened. You grunted as you took notice of the time, perhaps it was too late into the night. It was then that you felt something squeezing your stomach tightly. You looked over your shoulder and met Steven’s face. He was fast asleep in your bed, his arm resting around your waist.

You took a deep breath. You’d almost forgotten what had transpired a few hours ago. It was then you felt the need to move. You slowly pulled his arm away and shifted towards the edge of the bed. As you did that, he moved on his own, turning his body to face the other way. You stood up, looking through one of your drawers for something to wear and opted for a navy blue tank top and black sweatpants.

You walked towards the kitchen, trying to find your phone. You spotted your bag near the entrance of the flat and leaned down to pick it up and fished out your phone. To your surprise, you were met with a few missed calls and messages from your friends. You quickly called back one of them.

‘Where have you been? We’ve been trying to reach you.’ Rose answered within the first ring. Worry was heard coming from her voice, you nodded to yourself as you scratched your head.

‘Hey, sorry I left my phone in the kitchen, and I ended up falling asleep.’ You explained, turning on a nearby lamp.

‘Oh god, I thought something happened! Martha had to push back an hour so we are waiting. You still coming?’ Your eyes shifted towards your bedroom.

‘I would love to, yeah. But, I may currently have someone over, you know?’

‘Someone? You got friends over?’ You didn’t answer. There was a small silence on the other side of the line before you heard a gasp.

‘Wait, what!? Who is it? Wait! Is it the nerdy guy?’ You could hear the smile on her voice as you unconsciously looked in Steven’s direction.

‘Maybe.’ You whispered and then heard another gasp come from Rose’s end of the call.

‘Hold up, Museum boy is at your flat!?’ The voice belonged to Deanna, you felt heat creep up to your face, walking away from Steven, as if he would hear her from your phone.

‘Please tell me I’m not on speaker.’ You heard Deanna laugh.

‘Oh my god! You need to tell us how that happened. Are you two watching a movie or what? Are you on a date?’ You rolled your eyes while shaking your head.

‘Date is a close description, but not really.’ You said but Rose immediately interrupted.

‘Hold on a second. You said you were sleeping and that someone was over.’ Another moment of silence. Then two exaggerated giggles came from the other side. ‘You slept with him!?’

‘Shut up. It just happened.’ You sighed with a smile on your face, trying not to laugh at their shock. ‘What are you two even doing right now?’

‘Deanna wanted to get a drink or two before we picked you up, we are by the pub near your flat, Dukes.’

You heard Steven shift on the bed again, the ruffle of the bed sheets made you glance over your shoulder. From where you stood, you could see him lying on his back, his hair was ruffled and his mouth slightly open as he snored. He looked completely knocked out, and you stifled a laugh.

‘Okay, I’ll see what I can do. See you in a bit.’ You hung up and walked back to your room as quietly as possible.

Lucky for you, you had already thought of an outfit to wear. You set it on your side of the bed and then walked around and stood by Steven’s side. He was still sound asleep. You gently shook his shoulder, whispering his name.

“Steven. Wake up.” He shifted again but would not wake. “Steven? Can you wake up please?”

You shook him a little harder this time. He opened his eyes, confusion apparent in his gaze as he tried to take in his surroundings. His eyes go wide once he looks at you, he leans on his side with his elbow. A small smile formed on your lips at his surprise.

“Bloody hell,” He says in a whisper. “It actually happened?” You frown.

“What do you mean?” Steven sits up, dragging the covers towards his lap after noticing his unclothed state.

“Did..? I mean, we did. Of course we did.” Steven runs a hand through his hair, the unruly curls becoming far more messy than they already were. His eyes looked around your room. “Why am I surprised? Should I be surprised?”

“You alright there?” He looks up at you. He seems embarrassed to say whatever is on his mind, “Is this about us sleeping together?” You tried again. His eyes widened slightly and, finally, a sigh of relief left him.

“I thought it was a dream.” He admits to you as his shoulders relax. His confession took you by surprise. “Is that weird?”

“I guess it depends. Why would it be weird?” Steven takes a deep breath, his legs spreading wider, granting you space. He shakes his head and a breathy laugh escapes him.

“Because, never in a million years would I have thought I’d have a chance with you. I haven’t even taken you on an actual date.” You stepped closer to him as you let out a laugh. Your hands find themselves on his hair, brushing it away from his face.

“That date will have to wait, Museum boy.” Steven’s gaze lingers on you, head tilted up with his big sleepy eyes shining. The way you flash your teeth at him seems to become a focus as you notice his eyes travel from your eyes to your lips.

His bed-look fascinated you, the relaxed shoulders, his quick-wit, the closeness the two of you were sharing as you stood between his legs, him looking up at you from below. The sudden realization caused heat to creep up your face. You felt your stomach flip, and you became giddy. “What?” Your voice came out softer than you intended.

“I was wrong.” He said softly, but you couldn’t help but frown. “You don’t look beautiful, love. You are.” He said so breathlessly and with a gentle smile. You smile brightly and start to pull back, when you feel a tug on your thigh. Steven had grabbed ahold of your sweatpants while you were close.

“Thank you, Steven.” You bent down and placed a kiss on his forehead. “But I’m afraid I have to ruin this moment.” You stepped back and Steven frowned.

“What is it?” There was a small shake on his voice.

“Nothing to worry about. I just forgot to mention that I was going out today, turns out my friends are waiting for me.” You cringe a little but hoped Steven would understand.

Steven takes a second to process your words, his eyes suddenly growing in size as he understands and nods awkwardly. He stands up.

“Yeah, of course. Sorry about that, love.” You back away to give him space to move. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, sorry.”

“It’s totally okay, no need to apologize. I overslept too, nothing to worry about.” You walk to your side of the bed where you laid your clothes. “I’ll get in the shower. Also, I’ll send you a quick text, that way you can save my number.”

You look back at Steven, he already had his boxers on, his Star of David necklace dangling as he bent down to pick up his pants. He stopped to look at you, there was something in his gaze, you could not tell what.

“Yeah, I would appreciate knowing you made it safely.” His smile is almost a thin line. Steven then drops his eyes back to the task at hand and continues dressing himself.

“Is something wrong?” You ask.

Was it rude to kick him out? Maybe. It wasn’t like you could have him staying in your flat while you were gone. You had to remind yourself that, as lovely as he was, you didn’t know him.

“What?” He zipped his pants up, a nervous laugh escaped him. “No, no. Sorry if it looks that way. I simply forgot I needed to feed Gus.” He continues avoiding your gaze.

Of course you are not convinced, but you nod anyway.

“Tell the little guy I said hi, okay?” You joked, trying to lighten the mood but Steven merely nodded.

You slowly walk off, looking over your shoulder to see him in the dim light. You were an adult, and adults did this a lot; but it was your first time doing something like that. You would figure it out…

You had crossed the street; you were halfway there, and you could see the pub. People were standing outside with drinks, chatting and laughing amongst themselves, it was probably packed inside. You kept on walking, soon enough you made your way inside the pub, you looked around until you were able to spot your friends. The two women talked amongst themselves as they shared a drink. You took a deep breath before approaching them.

The first one to see you was Rose, a smile appearing on her lips as she stood to greet you. You smiled back.

“Good Lord, you look radiant.” Rose comments, surprised.

“What?” You laugh nervously at her words, but Deanna joins her.

“Fuck’s sake you’re glowing, what happened?”

“I just had the best sleep of my life.” You tried to deflect as you watched Rose move to another chair and leave you to sit between the two of them.

“And the best shagging too by the looks of it.” Rose mumbled as she took a sip from her drink. You gasped at her words. “Come on, congrats! Celebrate and drink a little!”

“Rose, please!” You whisper but Rose laughs instead.

“It’s always the nerdy ones.” Deanna nods to herself.

“Can you keep it down?” You ask, your eyes darting around the room.

“Alright, but how in the hell did it happen?” Rose put down her drink and turned her body to face you. “Did you, like, call him over or what?”

“I went to the Museum.” You clarified, Rose raised an eyebrow expectantly. “We talked, went to eat, talked more, went to my place, and it just happened.” You saw a smirk appear on Rose’s face, you blushed as she gave you a side hug.

“That’s my girl!”

“What a Casanova,” Deanna joked as she smiled at you. “Not only Jake, but Steven too. I wish I had that charm on me.”

“Isn’t your boyfriend at home right now?” You remind her. Deanna laughed.

“Of course! I meant if I was single. My man makes me really happy.” She smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Wait, did you say Jake? Who’s Jake?” Rose asks and you have no other option but to fill her in on the last few weeks’ events.

You talked about the night you met Jake, then how you met Steven after, and then seeing Jake again and kissing him.

“So, Jake and Steven are twins, but didn’t grow up together. And Steven doesn’t know about Jake?” Rose seems lost. Hearing it from another person made you understand her confusion. “Isn’t that just the plot to Parent Trap?”

“That’s exactly what I thought!” Deanna says excitedly. You sighed with a nod.

“Well, I would say that if you like Steven, you could go out with him. Jake seems to not care enough about you, sorry love.” Rose put in her two cents. Although you shared her opinion, you wanted to think it all the way through.

You already were looking for a partner long before Jake came into the coffee shop that night. But having two men suddenly sweep you off your feet felt more fictitious than you were comfortable with. Was entertaining the idea worth the risk of being found out by one, or even both, of them?

“Hey,” Rose spoke again, she looked concerned. “You don’t have to decide right now. Don’t start stressing over it.” She waited for you to respond, but you laughed it off and nodded silently.

“I know that.” You smiled at her, and Rose took a sip from her drink.

Deanna looked at her phone and sighed. She shook her head, pretending to be disappointed.

“Looks like Martha ain’t coming.” The two of you looked at Deanna, the woman faced her phone screen towards you.

“Her boyfriend came all the way from his hometown to surprise her.”

You read the text and Rose laughed.

“About damn time. I don’t know how people can be in a long-distance relationship.”

“Well, we can’t blame her. At least she texted to let us know.” Deanna's comment reminded you of your promise to text Steven.

“Hold on.” You pulled out your phone and looked through Deanna’s text messages until you found his number. You saved it and started your text.

You: Hey Steven, I finally got your number saved!

Deanna tried taking a peek at your text, but looked the other way once she realized you had caught her.

Steven🏛️: Hello! Glad to see you did, now I have your number too. Gus says hi!

The text was followed by a picture of a one-finned goldfish in his tank. The picture made you giggle, you observed the little guy with a smile on your face.

You: He is one adorable little guy, it seems he’s got plenty of space in there.

Steven🏛️: Sure does! I worry sometimes, though. He’s been by himself since I got him… maybe one day he’ll get a friend.

You frowned, reading the text two more times. For some reason that saddened you.

You: Well, I bet he’ll be really happy once he does.

“You gonna text all night?” Rose interrupted you. “Come on, let’s get you a drink.”

Your body felt heavy, still you laughed at something Deanna said. The two of you held on to each other as you headed out of the pub. Rose laughed and patted your back, trying to stabilize Deanna, who was in a far worse condition than you.

“Remind me not to let her drink this much again.” Rose says as she gets her car key out of her purse. You chuckle and nod.

“Don’t worry, I will.” You reply as Deanna kisses your cheek. “We don’t want her falling on her ass.”

“I’m here, you cunt.” She mumbles and you laugh harder. “Call Stevie boy, you are starting to get too serious again, let him hit it again baby!” You rolled your eyes in embarrassment.

“Good lord, Rose, get her in your car now!” You yell out while she gets the passenger door open.

“Don’t you see I’m trying?” She returns to your side. The two of you walked her to the other side of the car and made sure Deanna got in safely.

Rose buckled her in and closed the door. She turned to face you when she saw you step away from the car.

“You’re not getting in?” She asks and you shake your head.

“It’s not far, I’ll be just fine.” Rose frowns at your response.

“I don’t mind dropping you off, you know?”

“Thanks Rose. But walking might do me good and sober me up.” You explain and Rose sighs and then nods.

“If you say so,” She comes closer and hugs you. “You text me the second you get home, ya hear me?”

“Of course.” You hug her back. “Now, drive safely, text me as well, alright?”

“Will do, good night.” You let go and step back on the sidewalk, remaining there until Rose drove off.

You begin walking towards your apartment. It was very cold outside and you were glad to have brought a jacket, despite it not doing much for your exposed legs.

It wasn’t too late into the night, there were still people out in the street, especially on the way towards your apartment. You stopped at a traffic light, waiting for your turn to cross. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a car come to a stop next to you. You ignored it. Your heartbeat picked up when you heard the sound of the window rolling down, sweat started forming on the palm of your hand.

You heard your name be called and your fear mixed with confusion. You turned towards your left, facing the vehicle next to you. A white limousine.

“Jake?” You ask when you spot him peeking out from the window. His expression was as confused as your own.

“What are you doing out so late?” You wanted to roll your eyes and argue it was, in fact, not that late. “Where are you going?” He asked before you could do just that.

“To my apartment.” You replied as you hugged your body.

“Hop in. You’ll freeze out there.”

“What?” The word left your mouth without much thought. Jake rolled his eyes at you.

“Come on. I’ll drop you off.” You looked back at the traffic light, you had time to run to his car.

You took a deep breath and nodded to yourself. “Perfect timing, I guess.” You whispered and ran towards his car, until making it to the passenger seat.

The second you closed the door, the traffic light changed color and he began driving. Jake moved around the temperature knob and soon the car started warming up. He then placed something on your lap, you looked down to see it was his jacket. You had yet to actually face him .

“Why were you walking by yourself this late?” Jake asks and you turn to look at him, he is looking straight ahead. You feel your stomach turn, the image of Steven in your bed appears in your head.

“I went out with my friends.” You look away. “Are you working tonight?” You try to change the subject. Jake chuckles.

“Yeah, I wasn’t supposed to, someone didn’t show up, so I just filled in.” He explains, but there was an edge to his tone.

“How often do you work?” You are still avoiding looking at him and busy yourself with bringing his jacket closer to you for warmth.

“As often as I am needed. Sometimes I have to take over someone's shift. I guess you can say I work overtime.”

“That explains it.” You mumble but Jake seems to hear.

“Explain what?” When you turn to face him, he is already looking at you with a frown on his face.

“You show up and then disappear on me for days.” You explain, turning away.

“Are you mad I didn’t go say hi?” You can hear the smile in his voice. You shake your head.

“Of course not, I barely know you, Jake. Why would I?”

“You barely know me but I already drove you home once, then you kissed me, and now I am driving you home again. I don’t know about you, but I think we are getting pretty far in now.” He says and you face him again. He stares at you with mirth in his eyes and you feel your stomach flip.

“Don’t get any funny ideas, Lockley.” The man laughs and raises one hand in the air.

“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart.” You roll your eyes with a smile. “But you know, I’m a bit upset.”

You frowned, the playfulness on Jake’s voice seemed to dissipate as he said that and you felt your body start to sweat. ‘There’s no way he would know, would he?’ You thought to yourself as you watched his features drop, giving you that same deadpan expression from when you first met him.

“Why would you be upset?” You pushed.

“Because I missed you.” The sudden confession caught you off guard. “I went to the shop, you know. Ready to order that good coffee of yours, thinking that maybe I could offer you another ride when I saw the sign and I thought to myself, ‘How fucking stupid am I to not have asked you for your number? ’.”

“You hadn’t noticed that before?” You asked with a smile on your face that you couldn’t manage to hide. Jake laughed at that.

“I see you’ve got a bark in you. Now I am getting to know ya’.” The road flashes by as he drives,“But seriously, what’s got you this riled up?” You rolled your eyes and shook your head, trying to dismiss his question.

“Nothing.” It had only been a matter of time before he took notice, and yet, it was not your intention that he start asking.

You’d hoped you could sleep the thoughts away and get some time to think of what to do about your current predicament. And now you had Jake here, just when you were starting to push the thought of him away for good.

“Something is bothering you.” He insists. You tried to brush it off, but Jake continues. “You have barely looked at me the whole ride.”

You bring the jacket even closer to your body. You can still hear Steven’s voice calling your name, the image of the way he looked at you on the elevator plaguing your thoughts.

“It’s really nothing, Jake.” You say, your hand unconsciously clawing at the fabric. Your heart beats heavily as the memories of hours ago start seeping through the front of your mind.

“If I did something to piss ya’ off, you need to let me know, sweetheart.” You can still feel Steven’s hands on you, his mouth on your neck, and you swear you can smell his perfume on your hair. “I don’t want ya’ to feel uncomfortable with me.” His accent became more apparent, the words rolling heavily off his tongue as he started to sound more serious.

“It’s not about you, I swear.” You say hoping to clear the misunderstanding. But Jake is not having it.

“What? It’s not you, it’s me? Sweetheart, I’m smarter than that. Give me some credit.” You sighed at that, closed your eyes, and waited a few seconds. Then, you opened your mouth.

“I slept with Steven, Jake.” You confess and he goes silent. Your heart is beating so hard and you think that even Jake can hear it, you feel cold as you turn to look at him.

He has his eyes fixed on the street. Jake sighs as he clicks his tongue and shakes his head with a chuckle. You frown, preparing yourself to throw yourself out of the car.

“I’m sure you did.” His reply confused you. Jake kept on driving, tapping his fingers to the beat of the old song playing quietly on the radio.

“Do you-” You paused and blinked a couple of times. “Do you think I’m joking?”

“I mean, if you don’t want to see me, you can just say so.” Jake stops the car and you fear he’ll drop you off at some random street. When you look up, you see you are in front of your apartment complex.

“No, that’s not-”

“So, you slept with him. Are you dating him now?” You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“No. I’m not.”

“Then what is it that bothers you about that?” He asks with a frown on his face. Jake turned the car off and you heard the doors unlock soon after. You sit up straight, turning your body to face him.

“That I slept with your brother.” You stressed. Jake's frown deepened.

“Yeah, but you said you aren’t dating him. And, last time I checked, that doesn’t stop you from talking to me.” Jake turns to look right at you, there is not a single sign that tells you he is upset.

“Do you not care that I slept with him?” You raise your voice in concern.

“Do you want me to?”

“I, I don’t know.” You look away, your hands gripping the fabric of the jacket.

“If you are worried I’ll get mad about you sleeping with Steven, I won’t. If anything, I’m surprised. I mean, Stevie?”

Jake laughs, but not in a joking, light-hearted way. He laughs like he was just told the funniest joke on earth, the way he had spit out Steven’s name made you cringe. It was humiliating to hear Jake laugh the way he did.

For a man who was trying to connect with his long-lost brother, he was being too cruel. You hunched on your seat, looking at your lap as you fiddled with your fingers, like a child who was being picked on. You were not expecting that. If you were honest, you had no idea what to expect, but it certainly was not this.

“What’s wrong?” His voice caught you off guard. You looked up and met his gaze. “Why are you frowning?” You hadn’t noticed you’d been showing your conflict through your face.

“You’re being a dick, Jake.” You point out but he shakes his head.

“Come on, let’s be real here. What are the odds of a guy like Steven getting a chance with someone like you?” You blinked.

‘Because, never in a million years would I have thought I’d have a chance with you.’ Those had been Steven’s words when he realized what had happened. It was true, until a few weeks ago, you wouldn’t normally approach someone like Steven. Actually, you wouldn’t approach anyone at all, much less make the first move, but you had found him charming with all of his quirks. He was obviously attractive, despite his constant disheveled state.

Nonetheless, Steven was nice, good-looking, and very attentive. And you liked that. A lot.

“You probably made his day, hell, his year. Fuck, I think you are the dick one for getting his hopes up.”

“What makes you think you have a chance?” The grin on his face dropped at that. He scoffed, then laughed again. “Maybe you are right, I kissed you after all. But I fucked him. I think he already got his chance.”

This time Jake looked completely taken aback, confusion written all over his face. You grabbed your bag and opened it, reaching inside to pull out a pen and a tiny notebook. You quickly started writing on it.

“Sweetheart.” You ripped the note and placed it on the dashboard. It had your phone number written on it. You then put everything back in the bag and removed Jake’s jacket from your lap.

“Maybe I was wrong about you, I hope you think things through, then we can talk. Good night, Jake.” You open the car door and step out.

“No seas así, podemos hablar.” Jake says and you roll your eyes. (“Don’t be like that, we can talk.”)

“No. I’m tired.”

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harrys-tetas · 1 year

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Take Me Home Tonight pt 2

Word Count: 7992

Warnings: smut (piv intercourse, making out, fem receiving oral), fem!reder, cursing

Minors DNI

read pt 1 here

The car ride was pleasant. Neither of you were speaking but the sound of the radio on low was filling the silence. You looked out the window, fingers dancing in the wind like they had on the way to lover’s quarry. His hand was on your leg again, only this time on your thigh, pushing the skirt of your dress out of the way for his fingers to reach higher than they ever had before.

You notice that he continues straight on one road, instead of turning right that would lead you to his street. He really was taking you home. Your home. Not his. If he could, he would spend all of his time at your home. It always had someone over and he thought that it was filled with so much chaos and love, the complete opposite from his own. He would take every second he could away from his house. The only time he tolerated it was when you were there, though how were you supposed to know?

When he pulled up in front of your house, you noticed that both of your parents’ cars were still in the driveway.

“I thought they were supposed to be gone by now,” you muttered unbuckling your seatbelt. “You don’t have to come inside if you don’t want to. I know this isn’t what you’d probably planned would happen. I really didn’t think that they would still be here,” you begin to ramble.

“Nonsense,” he says and cuts the engine before getting out of the car himself. He must have unbuckled while you were paying more attention to the cars in the driveway. “I always love an excuse to see Jeff and Sandy,” he says with a smile and opens your door for you.

You both walk up your driveway, though you don’t get far away from him. His hand finds the small of your back, leading you to your own front door. Before you can even get your key to unlock it, the door flies open and your mom stands there looking stressed.

“Darling, I need your help. We needed to leave 20 minutes ago and I just can’t figure out what to wear,” your mom says and grabs your wrist, yanking you inside and out of his touch.

You look behind you and see him letting himself inside, taking his shoes off and setting them on by the door before he shuts and locks the door behind him. You give him a guilty smile as you’re being dragged up the stairs and he gives you an easy one back before he goes to find your dad in the kitchen.

“Steven,” you hear your dad call out and you let out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.

Your mom holds up a few dresses that are options for the night and you see other articles of clothing scattered around the room that she’d clearly tried on and hated.

“What happened to the dress that we’d picked out last night?” you ask, looking on the floor for the gold dress that she’d tried on for you the night prior.

“Your father decided to tell me about 2 hours ago that there was a dress code for the theater tonight and it’s black tie,” she says, rubbing her temples. “The amount of details that he forgets to share sometimes is alarming.”

“How about the dark blue one? The one that reaches the floor and has flowy sleeves?” you ask, pointing to it still hanging in her closet still.

“Is that black tie appropriate?” she asks and you shake your head yes. Most of her dresses are appropriate but you also know that she likes to be dramatic. Hell, the event didn’t start for another 3 hours. Your dad knew that this was probably going to happen and gave her the wrong time on purpose.

“I’ll tell you what, you get dressed and I’ll go get you a cup of water to help calm your nerves,” you say and leave the room shutting the door but not before you hear her yell something about needing something stronger than water.

You laugh and shake your head lightly and make your way down the hallway to the stairs so you can grab water. Before you make it to the stairs, and I mean they are in eyesight you are so close, someone grabs your hips and pulls you up against them in the hallway.

“What the h-” you’re cut off by a pair of soft lips capturing your own.

Your hands fly up into his hair on their own, you aren’t even controlling them at this point. You know that you should be careful about your parents but how could you even think about them when Steve Harrington’s got you wrapped up in his hold, kissing you so good you can’t even remember your own name.

Your arms wrap around his neck and he deepens the kiss, swiping his tongue into your mouth to touch yours, before breaking apart from you just as fast. His cheeks have a rosy tint to them and you’re sure yours mirror them.

“What was that for?” you whisper, suddenly shy from the way he’s looking at you.

“Your dad told me to come up and check on you guys,” he whispers back.

“That makes sense,” you nod at him and remove yourself from his arms, much to your own dismay. “I need to go get her some water, do you want anything?”

“I’ll just keep you company,” he says and swings an arm over your shoulder while you go down the steps.

It’s awkward to go down side by side considering your strides are different lengths but he makes no effort to let you move away from him. Going into the kitchen, his arm leaves your shoulders and his hand finds your back again, like in the driveway.

You move around silently, grabbing a glass from the cabinet, filling it halfway with ice, and then filling it the rest of the way with water. Neither of you speaks but you do take notice of the fact that he hasn’t stopped touching you. Eventually his hand left your back, but he’d pushed a piece of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear when you bent down to get ice. His hands found your waist, chin finding your shoulder to rest on, when you were filling the cup with water. Even after the cup was full and you’d turned off the water, he still stayed like that. Neither of you moving.

“Has your mother picked out a dress yet?” you hear your dad call from the living room. His footsteps indicate he’s coming closer.

You attempt to move away from Steve but he keeps you in the same position, just moves you so you are facing the island in the middle of the room instead of towards the sink. You crane your neck in an attempt to give him a strange look but he keeps his eyes locked on your dad who just entered the room and makes conversation like this is totally normal and he isn’t acting weird.

“When I found her she was getting water for Sandy. I hadn’t heard an update on her getting ready process,” he says, shaking his head apologetically.

Yeah, because you were too busy with your tongue down my throat to ask me, dumbass, you think but feel Steve’s hands dig into your sides to get your attention. When you look at your dad you can see that he’s got an expecting look on his face which means he asked you a question, and one look at Steve’s face shows that he knows exactly what you were thinking about because his smirk is attempting to hide the shit eating grin that would be on his face if your dad wasn’t standing there.

“I think I convinced her to wear the dress I told her about this morning,” you take a wild guess on what he was asking, and his face moves into a pleased expression indicating you guessed right. “I’m going to give this to her and hopefully convince her to come downstairs,” you say, wiggling out of Steve’s grasp and making your way back upstairs.

“So Steven,” your dad begins and you feel your neck start to flush because you can already guess that he’s going to ask about the weird ass behavior that he walked in on. “Do tell, have you heard any more of the neighborhood gossip? You have got to finish telling me about Kate Welmore and her new boyfriend.”

You hear Steve let out a breath of air, probably because he was assuming it was going to be about the same thing as you. He doesn't let his nerves show though, stepping into an easy story about your neighbor’s new boyfriend that he’d learned about when eavesdropping at Family Video. It was the only way to guarantee that he wouldn’t fall asleep while working behind the counter. You’ve already heard this story a few times before, never having the heart to tell Steve that he told you three days in a row when you went in to visit him.

When you let yourself into your mom’s room, you find her sitting at her vanity. She’s dressed in the dark blue gown that you’d originally suggested. She doesn't hear you come in, still humming to herself, a trait that you’d picked up. She’s fixing her makeup but looks effortlessly beautiful. You hope to look as beautiful as her when you’re older. She makes eye contact with you in the mirror when she sees you walking up behind her and she smiles at you.

“Ah, darling,” she says and swivels around on her stool to face you. “Did you bring me some water?”

“Of course mom,” you place the water on her vanity and grab her brush to help her fix her hair.

You brush out her hair, smoothing it to better help you put it in an updo. The amount of bobby pins scattered over the desk is hilarious but you don’t say anything, just continue to listen to her humming that started again. You end up doing a bun on the middle of her head, her bangs in the front still on her forehead smoothed down instead of the usual mess that they are. She looks stunning, with her striking blue eyes outlined in charcoal.

“You look beautiful mom,” you say sincerely and step out of the way to grab her shoes.

“Thank you, love bug. What you did to my hair looks incredible, you’ll have to teach,” she says and you agree.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, your wavy brown hair looks like how your mom’s usually does. Accept that your bangs aren’t as dramatic. Your dad says that you both always look like artists with messy hair and paint on your hands at all times. Seeing your mom all dressed up is different, but she looks beautiful all the time.

“Can you escort me to the door?” she asks and holds out her hand. You take it and notice that it’s missing all of the usual chunky rings that she wears everyday. This time all that’s there is her wedding and engagement ring, a stunning gold band with an emerald in the center instead of a diamond.

When you make it down the stairs, you see your dad and Steve still standing in the kitchen. Steve is laughing at something, bringing a can of Coke to his lips to take a sip. Your dad hears you two coming down the stairs and turns around and he looks stunned. His mouth forms a small “o” and his eyes get wide. Your mom takes notice of this and a small flush goes to her cheeks.

“You look gorgeous, my dear,” my dad says and walks over to kiss you mom on the cheek.

“Thank you, love,” she says and grabs her purse from the table. “You better enjoy it for the night, though. Your messy artist wife that you married is coming back tomorrow,” she teases and grabs your dad’s hand to leave.

“Have a good time,” you say and kiss them each on the cheek, walking to lock the door behind them.

“Don’t wait up for us,” your dad calls behind him and your mom giggles beside him. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

You wave one more time before shutting and locking the door. When you turn around, you find Steve standing in the same spot. Only his eyes no longer look friendly like they had when he was talking with your parents, they looked hungry almost. You’d never seen them like this

You make your way over to him, stopping right in front of where he’s standing. He peers down at you, taking you all in and the way his eyes are looking at you makes your thighs clench.

“Where were they going?” he asks quietly, bringing both hands to rest on your hips.

“I think my dad had tickets to go to the theater in Indianapolis this evening,” you reply and his hands release your hips, find your wrists and wrap your arms around his neck, and then places his hands back on your hips.

“Yeah? What are they going to see?” he leans down, lips ghosting over your own before traveling down and kissing ever so lightly on your jaw.

“I have no idea. It was a new play I think,” you say breathlessly while trying to think about the stupid play instead of his lips kissing their way down your jaw to your neck. “It traveled from Chicago so I think it’s a big deal for my dad to be covering it.”

“You didn’t want to go?” he murmurs against your neck.

“Wha- why are you asking me this?” my fingers tangle in his hair by the nape of his neck.

“What do you mean? We’re just having a friendly conversation,” he says and you can feel his smirk against your throat before he sucks harshly, making you gasp.

“Oh just shut up,” you say and grip his hair harshly to bring his lips to your own.

He stops himself before your lips touch, causing your lips to fall open into a pout. He leans his head back ever so slightly and a smirk slowly forms on his face.

“What’s wrong, doll?” he whispers. “Do you want something?”

“Kiss me,” you whisper back. “Please.”

His smirk falls into a satisfied grin before he crashes his lips with yours. Your lips move together seamlessly, fitting together like they were made to. His hands pull your hips against his, nudging his knee in between your legs and your hips move ever so slowly on his thigh. Your arms tighten around his neck, making him lean over to reach your lips so you don’t have to stand on your tiptoes.

Before you know it you’re spun around so your back is touching the island instead of his. He stands up straighter, and you have to stand up on your toes to keep your lips connected.

“Jump,” he mumbles against your lips, and you do it with no hesitation.

His strong hands grip your thighs and you wrap them around his waist. He sets you down on the countertop and easily steps in between your legs, never once disconnecting your lips. He deepens it, taking advantage of your lips parting further in a gasp when one hand inches higher on your thigh, and his tongue slips in your mouth.

He tastes sweet, like the coke he was sipping on earlier. His tongue easily overpowers your own, casting you to giggle into his mouth making his own lips turn up into a smile against your own.

“Lay back for me, doll,” he whispers, leaning away from you when you first start to chase after his lips.

You look up at him in confusion, swollen lips parted in yet another pout and he leans in to kiss it off your face before whispering “Come on, lay back for me,” before you finally understand and comply.

The island is clean enough that you don’t bump into anything when you lay down. Looking over to your right you see the can of coke Steve was drinking out of earlier and the salt and pepper grinders that typically sit there. You barely have time to register anything else before you feel Steve’s hands slide up your thighs, bunching your dress up along the way.

One hand moves from your hip and inches slowly towards your center. You can feel the pool in your underwear and for once you aren’t shy- you need something done about it. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch what he’s doing, only he’s not making eye contact. He’s looking at your underwear in disbelief, but his eyes dart back up to yours and his nerves are replaced with confidence so fast you don’t even register it.

“Can I make you feel good?” he asks and stops his hand from moving any further.

You nod your head but he sharpens his eye, so you open your mouth and say yes, quickly.

“Good job,” he says and his pointer and middle finger slide up your slit over top of your underwear. “Goddamn, you’re soaked. What’s all this from?”

“You,” you gasp, feeling his fingers swipe into your underwear and touch you without the barrier, but they slip out just as fast. “It’s always from you.”

“Yeah?” you can hear the smirk even though he ducks his head to watch himself peel your underwear off your lower body, pocketing them when he finally takes them off your feet. “Well, then let me take care of you.”

His two fingers swipe again, collecting arousal, before moving up to the bundle of nerves at the top. They make wide, slow circles that have you a whimpering mess beneath him. His upper body leans over you, one hand near your shoulder on the island so you’re caged in. His mouth is near your own but it’s like the car all over again where you’re just moaning into his mouth.

The more he circles his fingers, the more aroused you get so the slicker you feel. His finger moves around easily, building up the burning feeling in your lower stomach. His face moves away from your own, after stealing a chaste kiss. He kisses down your neck, across your collarbones, and then down your abdomen over top of your dress.

He then works his way down your side, kissing your hip that is exposed from your dress being pushed up. Then kisses down your thigh to your knee, and moves inward causing your breath to hitch. His eyes shoot up to your own, silently questioning if he can continue, and you nod your head to show that you want him to do whatever he wants to. He can have you in any way he wants.

In a split second, his mouth is on your center. He hisses your clit softly, causing you to let out a squeak in surprise which then causes him to chuckle into you. The vibrations go straight through you and one hand leaves your side to grip his hair, holding his face right where it is. His tongue dives between your folds, tasting you for the first time tonight and his own eyes roll to the back of his head, moaning into your center again. The vibrations feel even better this time, causing you to moan out loud.

The sounds of him eating you out are the only thing that you can hear, aside from your own pants and moans. You can feel the heat in your stomach building, each occasional flick of his tongue across your clit pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Steve rotates between sucking at your clit and fucking you with his tongue. Both feel heavenly and have you gasping for air. He begins to spend more time plunging his strong tongue muscle into your hole, occasionally stopping to lap up all the juices that you are giving to him. He’s acting like a starved man, this being his first meal in days.

You can feel your butt start to slip from your position, even though his hands are holding onto your thighs. So, you swivel your hips up to readjust your potion, your clit catching on his nose and you let out the most obscene moan of the night. In turn, Steve groans into you, the vibrations causing you to see the tip of your orgasm. It’s nearly in reach, so close but also so far. The only thing that you can think of to do is grind your hips up one again, to get your clit on his nose to help in getting you to the edge. You can hear him mumble things into your pussy but you can’t make anything out, panting and moaning while continuing to grind on his face while he eats you out.

Suddenly you feel your body tense, and then a burst of white hot ecstacy courses through your veins. You stop grinding, letting his tongue work you through your orgasm. You can’t see anything, hear anything, the only thing that you can feel is his tongue licking up everything you have to offer. He slows his movements after you attempt to push his head away weakly, loosening the death grip that you had on his hair and he moves away.

Your eyes are closed, feeling in complete bliss and you feel Steve’s lips kiss softly across on each thigh and back up your abdomen. He kisses your collarbones again, up your neck and jaw, then very softly pressing kisses to your own lips until you smile and open one eye to look at him.

“Hi there, pretty,” he coos and your nose wrinkles. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” you hum, reaching your arms up behind you to stretch. When you can finally think straight you finally remember that tonight has been all about you, Steve not getting any help from you whatsoever. “Wait, what about you?” you pout up at him in confusion.

“What about me?” he squints back at you, confused about what you mean.

“You’ve been doing stuff for me all night,” you say and his eyes widen ever so slightly at the realization at what you mean. “I want to help you.”

“No, doll, it’s okay. Really,” he says and reaches up to cup your cheek.

“But Stevie,” you say and look up at him from your lashes. “I want to help you.”

Even though you think you just had an out of body experience, the thought of finally having Steve inside you is enough to get you squirming on the table. He notices and looks down at your fidgeting, looking back up to meet your eyes with a look of disbelief.

“Y/N, really, it’s okay. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he looks down, but when you cross your ankles around his waist to keep him still he glances down again before looking back up to your eyes. “Y/N…”

You interrupt him with a kiss. It starts out soft, just like all of your other ones, and you let him choose the speed at which it picks up. He keeps the kisses slow at first, not even moving his tongue for what feels like an eternity but you know it has only been a few minutes. Finally, he pushes his tongue into your mouth gently. He doesn’t fight for dominance in the same way that you two were earlier, instead he seems to just be savoring every second that you two are connected like this, like he hadn’t been eating you out only minutes prior.

Your hand that had been helping you stay balanced pushes you forward slightly so you now hold onto his shoulders tighter with your other hand, the one that was on the counter top trails from his shoulder, down his abdomen, and reaches his hard length causing him to groan into your mouth.

“Is this okay?” you disconnect your lips to ask, placing your foreheads together instead.

He nods his head quickly against your own, gasping when you grip his length tighter before palming it. Instead of sitting there moaning into the air, Steve connects your lips again, panting every so often because of the pace you set, but moans directly into your mouth instead of out in the open air.

The noises that you’re hearing, and the kissing itself, is making you incredibly aroused. You can feel your slick coating your thighs, though you don’t want to ruin this moment when he’s in complete bliss for the first time tonight. Your grip gets tighter and he lets out the loudest moan he has yet, completely disconnecting your lips and leans away from you.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait,” he pants and you stop your movement right away, taking your hand away from where it was.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, eyes growing wide that you did something to make him uncomfortable.

“Nothing, sweets,” he chuckles at your reaction. “I was just about to cream my pants if you kept touching me like that.”

“Well yeah, that was kind of the po-” you begin.

“Y/N,” the way he says your name makes you shut your mouth, while also making you feel like you need to shut your legs. “If you don’t want to go further it’s completely fine, I’m just bringing it up because I thought about it and-”

Now it’s your turn to shut him up with yet another kiss. You only kiss for about 30 seconds when you mumble against his lips “Steve, please fuck me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice and nodes, scooping you off the counter and blindly finds his way up your stairs and to your room. He tosses you onto the bed, causing you to bounce and it makes you giggle. You landed on your back, hair a mess around you on the pillows, but you lean up onto your elbows and look at him standing near the end of your bed. You tilt your head to the side, quizzical, and he just softly smiles at you in return.

He grabs your ankles and pulls you down towards where he’s standing and sits you up. Silently, he grabs the hem of your dress and slowly pulls it up, you help and bring your arms over your head. Because you weren’t wearing a bra underneath, you’re now completely nude in front of your best friend for the first time ever (well, purposefully nude. You’ve accidentally walked in on each other changing over the years).

“You’re so beautiful,” he says and kisses you like it’ll be your last time ever.

He kisses you with a fervor that he hadn’t shown you yet tonight, only separating when you pulled his shirt over his head so he wasn’t fully clothed anymore. You throw the stupid polo somewhere else in the room, knowing it probably landed on a piece of furniture that’ll make you laugh later when you find it. Your hands reach forward and blindly try to undo his belt buckle. It only took you a few seconds, struggling in the beginning but got the hang of it pretty quickly.

“That didn’t take you too long,” he mutters against your lips. “Get a lot of practice?”

“Oh shut up,” you say, kissing him harder.

You shove his pants down, and he has to do the awkward step out of the leg holes, but he’s back to focusing on you in no time. You go to push his underwear down but his hands stop you and your lips disconnect.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, and you look at him questioningly. “You don’t happen to have condoms do you? I don’t tend to carry them around with me anymore.”

You giggle in response, and instead of giving him a sarcastic answer, you tell him that you have some in the bottom drawer of your desk, under your paints. He goes over to your desk, grabs one, and then is back over to you in merely seconds. He tears the wrapper open with his teeth, while you push his boxers down, and his length smacks his stomach.

You knew that he was big. Girls talk in high school about everything, Steve Harrington’s dick was actually a popular subject of conversation in the locker room before gym class. All of the girls had asked you at least twice if you two had ever done anything since you were so close, and they were always so shocked when you’d said no. So, they told you all the details of their nights with him, not realizing that you were seething on the inside but would never say anything out loud about it.

You’re broken out of your trance by him rolling the condom down his length, and pumping himself a few times, hissing when he brings his thumb over his tip.

“How do you want to do this?” he asks. “Do you have a preference?”

You think for a second, and then look back at the size. You think it would be the easiest for you to sit on first to get adjusted and then he could do whatever he wanted with you the rest of the night, break you in two for all you care.

“Could you lay down first?” you ask and point to the bed. “Just so I can adjust to your um size?”

He nods, and doesn’t make a snarky comment like you thought he would just at the sheer size of him. He lays down and you hold on to his shoulders, swinging one leg over his lap to straddle him.

“Never thought this would happen,” he whispers, looking up at you.

Your hair falls in your face and one of his hands reaches up to tuck some of it behind your ear. Instead of responding, you grind your hips against his length and you both moan out. You grind just a few more times to lube up his length with your own slick before stopping and lifting your hips up. You grab hold of his length in one hand, positioning it underneath you to help guide it straight in, and you sink down ever so slowly, inch by inch, gasping when you feel him nearly tear your walls apart.

“Holy mother of god,” he moans into the air, hands gripping your hips for dear life.

“Oh my fucking god,” you moan in response.

Finally, you sink all the way down. Your pelvises are touching. You have to pause and breathe, never having been this full in your entire life. You didn’t even know this was possible to feel this full, but here you are. Pussy full from Steve Harrington’s massive dick.

Once you’ve regained your breathing, you anchor yourself with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest.

“I’m gonna move, is that okay?” you ask, eyes opening slightly into a squint and you see Steve’s eyes staring at where you’re connected.

“Mhm,” he groans, sounding pained but his face looks like he’s in bliss.

You slowly grind your hips in a circle, not moving up and down just yet. You both moan out at the movement, his hands finding your ass cheeks to help guide you in whatever rhythm you choose. He tosses his head back, exposing his throat while a moan rips through him.

You lean down, one hand moves to his stomach to still help stabilize you while the other one moves to his hair, and your lips attach to his now exposed neck. Your lips kiss soft kisses all over his throat, occasionally sucking small bruises into the skin. He’s a moaning mess beneath you, especially when you find his own sweet spot right on the corner of his throat. You suck harshly and his own hips buck up in response.

You sit back, making eye contact with him and you see him gulp. Eyes half lidded, he looks royally fucked out, giving you the biggest ego rush of your life knowing that you were the person that made Steve Harrington like this. Now that you’re finally used to his sheer size, you know that you can move in other ways.

You plant your knees, and slowly lift yourself up and down, in addition to the grinding, the rhythm never once faltering. Steve’s reaction is just to let out yet another obscene moan that rips out of his throat, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“You like that?” you ask, not sure where this confidence came from considering you’re barely ever talkative during sex.

He nods at you, trying to maintain eye contact but you’re fucking him so good that he can’t even remember his own name. Even though you know he feels good, some power trip comes over you and you want him to answer you verbally. Your hand that was on his chest creeps up slowly towards his neck and you pause before touching it. His eyes get wide when he realizes what you want to do and you can feel his dick twitch inside of you.

“Is this okay?” you check in and you swear he laughs before saying yes, so you continue.

Your hand goes to his thick throat, not being able to wrap around fully, but enough that it looks like a pretty little necklace. You squeeze just a little, and his eyes flutter.

“I ask you a question,” you say, keeping the light pressure around his neck, never once cutting off airflow. “Do you like this?”

When he doesn’t answer as fast as you would like him to, you squeeze a little tighter and he finally nods his head yes, nearly screaming in response.

“Yes, yes y/n,” he moans out. “Holy mother of fuck, yeah I do.”

You can feel the fire in your lower belly growing. You aren’t one to typically get off on only vaginal intercourse but the grinding is giving your clit some stimulation. It feels amazing, but soon you’re going to have to take matters into your own hands.

Your legs finally start to get tired, but you don’t want to finish just yet so you try to position your hands better to hold more weight on them. You don’t know that Steve can tell that you’re getting tired, but he’s going to let you go for as long as you want to.

Finally, you reach behind you and place your hands on his thighs. This gives you enough momentum to bounce without your legs giving out just yet. Steve’s hands remove themselves from your ass and when you look down you can see that he’s transfixed on your boobs bouncing with each movement you make. His hands finally cup your boobs, and this time it’s your turn to moan out into the air. He kneads them, not letting either one feel left out.

“Oh my fuck,” you moan out when he pinches your left pebbled nipple.

“Yeah?” you can hear a hint of cockiness come back into his voice after having been a whimpering mess for the past however long you’ve been fucking him stupid. “You like that?”

“Yes, oh my god,” you nearly shriek when one of his fingers finds you clit.

“Have you had your fun?” he asks and before you’re even able to question him he says “Because it’s my turn now,” and flips you over.

Before you know it, you’re laying on your back and Steve is above you wrapping your legs around his waist. He wastes no time at all to pound into you, and your moans are music to his ears. He has a death grip on your thighs, keeping them open for him and you know that you’ll have bruises there tomorrow but you couldn’t care less.

“I believe I asked you a question, doll,” he says and you can feel one hand leave your hip and trail up your abdomen, over your chest, and stop just below your own throat. His eyes go to your own asking for permission and your head nods so quickly you would be embarrassed under different circumstances.

He bends now, never slowing down his thrusts, and you think he’s about to kiss you. Instead, he kisses your throat so softly you thought you’d imagined it at first before his hand moves up and wraps around your throat. The difference in your hand sizes is comical. His one hand covers your throat, and while you’re 100% sure that it makes a wonderful necklace too, this one would be more of a statement piece than your small one.

“The question was, did you have fun?” he says and squeezes his hand right at the end causing a rush of euphoria to flow to your brain. “Come on, use your words. I know you know how to.”

You gain partial sense of your brain back, finally understanding what he’s saying and you open your mouth.

“Mhmmm,” you moan, barely able to form a coherent thought. “I d-did.”

“Well I’m glad,” he says and squeezes a little tighter, causing your walls to clench around his length and his groans in response. “But it’s time for me to have my fun. Can I have fun with you?”

You nod your head again, but the look he gives you makes you think twice and instead you choose to speak.

“Yes, yes please have your fun, Stevie,” you practically slur and you can feel his dick twitch again at the nickname falling from your lips. “Use me to have your fun.”

“Oh fucking christ,” he mutters and removes one leg from around his waist, hauling it up over his shoulder so that with each thrust his mushroom head is beating into your cervix.

“Oh my god,” you scream and your hands find his shoulders to keep you grounded.

“You feel so good for me, doll. So so good,” he grunts into the air.

All of a sudden you can feel your orgasm approaching, with barely any warning. You can practically see it, about to ram into you like a freight train.

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” you attempt to get his attention to warn him but he’s already one step ahead of you, feeling your walls nearly trap him, and he snakes one hand down in between the two of you to rub your clit in tight, fast circles. “Holy fucking shit!” you scream, letting your orgasm wash over you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and back arches off the bed.

Little did you know Steve had been holding off his orgasm for a very long time (ever since he kissed you in the car he’d been trying not to cream his pants). While he works you through your orgasm, he finally gives in and lets himself go. Your walls milk him completely dry and his arms give out, causing him to fall on top of you. He was able to move at the last second so he didn’t crush your face, but he’s still a blanket on top of you.

You both lay there, panting. You feel him grow soft inside of you, though you’re on a different planet so you honestly have no idea what’s even going on. Steve finally leans up to look at you, the blissed out expression on your face and eyes closed. He knows you aren’t asleep but needs to get you ready in case you do fall asleep on him.

Slowly, he sits him and pulls himself out, hissing at the feeling. You squirm and it makes him feel bad, though he does get very distracted by the way your abused pussy looks all swollen from your multiple activities tonight.

You’re slowly gaining your consciousness back, finally coming too when you feel something scratchy wipe at your thighs. You try to squirm out of the way but Steve holds you still with his strong hands, continuing to clean you up.

Finally you open your eyes and Steve can sense you looking at him. His eyes dart up to you, a relieved smile gracing his lips, and he stands up quickly to give you a quick kiss on the lips before he crouches down again.

“Welcome back,” he says and you give him a tired smile in response. “Here, sit up for me.”

He grabs your hands to help you sit up on the bed, only leaving you for a second to grab the tshirt that was laid out next to you to help you put it on. He has already put on his boxers and sweats that he leaves here for the times he spends the nights unplanned, which happen more often than not.

“Come on, you need to get ready for bed,” he says and scoops you up effortlessly in his arms.

You’re glad because you know your legs wouldn’t have worked even if you begged them to, so you just let him carry you. He sits you on the toilet so you pee, then helps you move around so you can brush your teeth and wash your face. It’s like he knows your own nighttime routine like the back of his hand. When you make it back to your room, you launch yourself face first onto your bed, ready to let sleep wave over you. You don’t even feel Steve get in after you, or hear him turn off the light. You just feel his strong arms wrap around you and pull you closer to him.

When you wake up, the bed is empty. The first thing that you think is that you had an insanely wet dream about your best friend that you need to forget about. But then you see his polo hanging off the top of your bookshelf and his jeans on the floor by your desk chair. All the memories of last night come flooding back to you and your cheeks heat up.

Instead of sitting in your room, stressing out over what happened, you decide to pee and then eat something so you can think everything through level headed. Only when you go to stand up, your legs nearly give out. You curse under your breath because you don’t know if your parents are awake and while you know they won’t care, you’d rather not have them think you’re grown up just yet.

You slowly make your way to the bathroom, peeing and then brushing your teeth. You look in the mirror and your hair is a mess with a mix of bedhead and everything that went on last night. You attempt to smooth down the friz but you did get your mother’s hair in the sense that it always looks messy so you give up. You tie it up just to wash your face and you’re shocked by no hickies. You swore Steve went to town marking up your neck last night but you don’t see any so you wash your face quickly, let your hair back down, and head downstairs.

Before you get to the kitchen you can already smell breakfast. You think it’s probably your dad cooking for you and your mom but when you get around the corner you see Steve turned away from you, cooking something on the stove. He’s shirtless, just wearing his sweats with a hint of his blue boxers peeking out from the top. You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him, and you press a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Morning,” you whisper, nuzzling your head into his back.

“Morning, doll,” he says and turns around in your hold to give you a quick peck. You aren’t fully enough to comprehend the kiss but it makes you smile nonetheless. “How’d you sleep?”

“Okay, my legs are sore though,” you say and he gets a shit eating grin on his stupid face.

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh shut up, Harrington,” you say and turn around to get a drink.

Before he says something else, you can hear your dad whistle before he walks into the kitchen.

“Smells good in here,” he says and goes over to the coffee pot to pour two cups. “Whatcha making there, Steven?”

“Morning Jeff,” Steve says and motions to the stove. “I made bacon, some eggs, and I made pancake batter but I didn’t know what everyone liked for toppings so I was waiting.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you, Steven,” your dad says and claps him on the shoulder before taking a mug upstairs. “I’m going to attempt to wake the missus with the promise of breakfast. You two go ahead and eat, I’m sure we’ll be a minute,” he winks walking up the stairs.

“God I wonder how much she drank,” you say and pour two glasses of orange juice.

“I didn’t hear them come inside last night so they must have stayed out late,” Steve replies and slides a plate in front of you.

You look down and there are two blueberry pancakes, some scrambled eggs, and then a few pieces of bacon. Then another plate slides over next to yours only with two plain pancakes instead.

“What is it with you and not eating flavored things?” you ask, grabbing your plate and sitting down at a stool.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” he says and wipes, what you’re assuming is orange juice, off the side of your mouth with his thumb before bringing it to his mouth to clean off. You nearly fall off your chair right then and there. “I had my favorite thing to eat last night. It had a nice sweet flavor, a little silky, and oh so moist.”

Your mouth falls open at what he says and he just smirks in response before sitting down next to you.

You both eat in comfortable silence, and after you finish your pancakes you lean your head on his shoulder because you’re tired and also just want to touch him. You can finally hear some movement coming from upstairs so you know your dad got your mom out of bed.

“Good morning,” your dad calls from the stairs again and you can hear your mom tell him to shut up, her head feels like there is a drum set in there pounding.

You look behind you when you hear your parents come into the room. Your mom walks over to you, more like shuffles over, to give you a kiss on the cheek and then she collapses on the stool next to you while your dad makes her a plate of bacon and eggs to eat while he makes her a pancake.

Steve stands up to refill her coffee mug and before your mom can say thank you, something catches her eye.

“Steve, what on earth happened to your back?” she gasps and you look over at his back as well.

There are scratch marks covering the top part, and small bruises where your fingertips were gripping onto him for dear life. You nearly choke on your orange juice, coughing because you inhaled it and also because you’re so uncomfortable.

“That would’ve been Dustin Henderson,” Steve says and looks at you like you’re crazy for nearly dying due to orange juice. “We went to the pool and he thought it would be fun to play chicken. I didn’t realize he would try to water board me at the same time.”

You parents laugh at that, then your dad tells Steve to get Dustin back the next time he tries to kill him in the pool.

“Oh don’t worry sir, I’ll make sure to let him pay for what he did to my back,” Steve says and gives you a wink.

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