Please, It Will Fit (Chapter 3)
Summary: You have a rough day following the events of November 1987. Steve and Robin are by your side, doing whatever you need in order to feel better.
Word Count: 2.2K
CW/tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, cockwarming, nightmares
AN: Just wanted another post battle sweet chapter with some intimate moments
This is pretty much a continuation of chapter 2. Previous chapters can be found on my Masterlist
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Two days after the destruction of the Upsidedown, you wake up wrapped in Steve and Robin's arms. It’s early, too early to be awake, and yet you’re unable to fall back asleep.
You listen to the others gentle breathing, lulled by the reminder that they’re here, safe in bed with you.
The sun rises, and you watch through the window as it goes from black, to pink, and finally brightly lit.
Steve begins to stir, murmuring a gruff, “Good morning,” as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. Neither of you make a move, letting Robin sleep until she’s ready. Which isn’t for another half an hour. She practically mirrors Steve, kissing your other shoulder. It’s like they need to feel you, pressing their lips to the spot closest to them.
Slowly, you all finally get up. After getting dressed and eating breakfast Steve says, “Dustin mentioned they’re all hanging at the Sinclair’s today.”
“I don’t think I can do it,” Robin states.
“Do what?” You ask.
“Spend today with everyone,” she replies, her eyes going glassy. “It’s just too much. I know it’s terrible, but I need a break. Just a day.”
“It’s not terrible,” you reply. “I get it. So much has happened, and everything is so heavy right now.”
Steve speaks up next, saying, “How about we just stay here all day? Hang in the living room, have a movie marathon, order pizza. Be dumb twenty year olds for once.”
“I like that plan,” Robin replies.
“Me too.” Plus, you’re already tired, your body clearly not agreeing with your early wake up. You stand from the table, rinsing the dishes in the sink before wordlessly grabbing their hands and leading everyone to the living room.
Steve moves the large ottoman, lining it up with the couch, making it big enough that you can all stretch out your legs. You settle in the middle, Steve putting in a movie and sitting on your left. Robin steps away for a moment, and you try not to panic. Especially since she’s back a moment later, precariously carrying three glasses of water and placing them on the coffee table before she plops to the right of you.
With everyone comfortable, Steve presses play.
You’re asleep before you can even figure out which movie he’s chosen.
It’s not a peaceful sleep.
You’re plagued by nightmares. Realistic images of things that happened, like being chased by the Mind Flayer, or Steve and Robin falling off the tower, only to be caught seconds later.
Then comes things that didn’t happen. Things even worse than reality. Steve falling for real. Robin being eaten by the Mind Flayer.
Vecna snapping both of their necks right in front of you.
It’s after that one that you jolt awake, breaths coming out in nearly painful pants as you gasp for air.
“Baby what is it?” Robin asks, collecting you in her lap. You wrap your arms around her neck, letting her pull you in close. She doesn’t press you for answers, but rather just holds you while you work through this.
Steve slides closer, nearby but not too close, not wanting you to feel overwhelmed or trapped.
Robin sways side to side, trying to soothe you in any way she knows how. The gentle rocking motion helps, until finally your tears stop and you’re able to catch your breath.
“I’m sorry-” you begin to say, only to be quickly cut off by Robin who states, “Do not say you’re sorry. There is nothing to be sorry for. We’ve all been through so much shit it’s wild that we’re not constantly breaking down.”
You let out a weak chuckle, and Robin presses a kiss to your hair.
Steve tries again to understand what just happened, so he asks, “Can you tell us what upset you?”
“Bad dreams.”
“Anything in particular?”
You shrug, then add, “Just bad memories. The last few days. And worst case scenarios that feel too real even though I know they’re not.”
Steve finally reaches out, rubbing his hand along your back, and you feel yourself go lax, the last bit of stress leaving as you feel both of them with you.
“It’s okay,” Robin murmurs. “We’re okay. We’re here.”
“Right here with you, baby,” Steve reassures.
You shift in Robin's lap, moving until your legs are straddling her, and your head is resting on her chest, your face tucked into her neck. Steve moves in all the way, resting one arm around the back of the couch, wrapping around Robin’s shoulder, while the other continues to rub circles on your back.
“What else can we do?” Steve asks. He can tell you’re exhausted, he knew from the moment he woke up that you had barely slept. Sleep deprivation is never healthy, but especially when you’re trying to recover from such a difficult experience. He’ll do anything he can to help you.
“Can you talk?” You ask.
“What do you mean?” He replies, somewhat confused.
You clarify, “Just talk. Tell stories. It helps to hear your voices. Lets me know you’re there.”
Robin smirks and answers, “Sweetheart, have you ever known me not to talk?”
You chuckle lightly, and she feels the movement from where you rest against her.
“Of course we can talk. You just rest, and we’ll fill the quiet. Sound good?” Steve reassures.
“Sounds perfect.”
They do as promised, chatting together and telling happy stories. As you begin to fall asleep again you start to tune them out, listening to the rhythm and cadence rather than the actual words.
As expected, hearing their voices relaxes you, and you’re finally able to get a decent nap. When you wake up they’re still both there, still talking, though quieter now.
You burrow impossibly deeper into Robin, and she giggles at your cat-like antics.
“Welcome back, baby,” She whispers. “Sleep well?”
“I did,” you quietly reply. “Thank you.”
“Of course sweetheart. Anything for you,” She says, and you don't doubt that for a moment.
You turn your head to look at Steve, who gives you a soft smile before leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.
“You slept for a couple of hours,” he explains. “Are you hungry?”
Now that he mentions it, your stomach definitely feels a bit empty, so you simply nod your head yes.
“Pizza still sound good?”
You nod yes again as Robin says, “Hell yes.” You can't help but giggle at her enthusiasm, and she and Steve can't help but smile at the happy sound.
For the moment, everything feels okay. For the moment, the three of you can experience just a bit of normalcy in this happy little bubble. It lasts all afternoon, and you even fall asleep peacefully that night wrapped between the two of them. You think you might even make it until morning without any nightmares.
Of course, you were wrong.
Your brain is evil, coming up with a terrible montage. Steve falling off the tower. Steve being eaten by the Mind Flayer. Steve getting sliced open by a demogorgon. Steve getting shot by the Russians.
Steve dying. Steve dying. Steve dying.
Over and over and over again.
You jolt awake, his name falling from your lips and you cry out for him.
“I'm here, I'm here,” he says as he rubs your back. “What is it? What's wrong?”
Just like earlier you're crying too hard to respond. Steve shifts on the bed, sitting up so his back is against the headboard. He gently pulls you towards him, and you settle in his lap. You legs firmly straddle his waist, and you clutch at his shirt, tucking your head into his neck.
Robin's awake, but just as Steve had given you space earlier, she does the same now. He starts to rock back and forth, just as he’d seen Robin do last time, and after a few minutes your sobs grow quiet. You sniffle, taking deep breaths, and Robin quietly sneaks to the bathroom to get you tissues. She comes back and gently cleans off your face, pressing kisses to your now clean cheeks before sliding back into her side of the bed.
“It was more nightmares,” you finally whisper. You look up at Steve, your red-rimmed eyes meeting his and adding, “Nightmares of you dying. Just, over and over and I couldn’t save you.”
“I’m right here, honey, I’m here. I’ve got you,” Steve reassures. “C’mere, listen to my heart, okay?” You readjust just enough to press your ear to his chest, comforted by the steady beating of his heart. Proof of life. It helps you settle, but not fully.
You still have this anxious buzz throughout your body, the feeling like something is missing.
You feel empty.
Suddenly you know what would make you feel better. You want to be impossibly closer to Steve, to feel him everywhere.
Including inside you.
You shake your head just a tiny bit, trying to get rid of that thought. Because is now really the time to want sex? But then you realize that’s not what you want. Not exactly. You just want the connection. Want to be full.
You shift again, legs still spread on either side of Steve’s, but now you sit up, arm's wrapping around his neck. You pull back just enough to look him right in the eyes, trying to figure out how to explain what you need.
Not being able to get the words out has you stressed again, and you sigh deeply, your breath catching.
“What’s wrong?” Steve asks. Your eyes shift away, and he can tell there’s something you don’t want to say. “You can tell me anything, you know that.”
“It’s weird,” you reply immediately.
“I promise we won’t judge you.”
One glance at Robin has her smiling and nodding encouragingly.
Blinking away the last of your tears, you somewhat reluctantly say, “I need to feel you. Like, everywhere.”
He holds you closer, his hands rubbing your back,down your arms.
“Not like that,” you then add.
He looks at you, confusion clear on his face.
You take one more deep breath and reply, “Inside. I need to feel you inside.”
Finally he gets it, you can see the light switch on in his brain.
“Oh!” He remembers yesterday, how you’d felt better once he was nestled in you, and he suddenly understands what you need now.
“Yea. But like. Not sex.”
“Not sex?”
“No. Just…”
“Just inside,” he says for you and you nod.
“Okay,” he adds. “I can do that. Just give me a moment.”
He sits quietly, shifting his mindset from anxiety and protectiveness to something more tender, something more intimate. He pulls you in for a kiss, one slow and deep, and just feeling your tongue slide against his is enough to get him ready for you.
His hands move down so he can slide your panties off, leaving you just in one of his oversized T-shirts. He goes to your entrance, feeling how wet you are, and goes to slip one finger inside.
“No, no, not fingers,” you whine. “Just you.”
“Baby, I have to prep you,” he replies, his voice quiet, meant to soothe you. But it doesn't work. You begin to breathe harder, tears springing to your eyes as this inexplicable feeling of panic rises in you once more.
“Please,” you practically beg. “Please, it will fit, I promise. I just need you.”
“Okay, honey. Okay. I’ve got you.”
His hand goes to the waistband of his boxers, pulling himself out and you nearly sob at the idea of finally getting what you want.
“You sure?” He asks, holding his tip right at your entrance.
“Yes, I’m sure,” you reply, nodding shakily.
He pushes in, the stretch burning, but you love it. You want more. So you slowly but steadily sink further on him, until he’s fully inside of you.
You let out a sigh of relief, Steve’s hands moving to rub circles on your back. You rest your head on his shoulder, turning so that you can look at Robin.
“Feeling better baby?” She asks.
You blush and nod, to which she says, “You’re adorable.”
It’s a weird word to use as you sit here with Steve’s cock inside of you. It’s something that should typically be seen as something sexual, something dirty, maybe even kinky. But it’s not. At least, not the way you guys are doing it.
It’s comforting. Soothing. You reach a hand out and she understands the unspoken invitation, taking your hand in hers.
Her eyelids grow heavy, and you can tell she’ll be back asleep soon. Steve’s breathing starts to even out as well, and you know he’ll be sleeping too. You shift just a bit to get comfortable, and you feel the way he fills you so perfectly.
Reassured by their presences, by their touch, you too drift off.
You know that grieving and healing from traumatic situations isn’t exactly a linear process, and that everyone needs different things. And you are so grateful that Steve and Robin are by your side. Because if the past 24 hours have shown anything, it’s that they’ll be there for you, whatever you need, no questions asked.
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AN: Thank you for reading! I have another chapter nearly half written, and it will be a more lighthearted smutty one set in the future! And then I'm still playing with the idea of reader getting pregnant and then Vecna somehow comes back and then it obvi gets angsty and there will be lots of protective Steve and Robin
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