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Which character would you be interested to read about?

Bucky Barnes

Steve Harrington

Azriel

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Voting ended onMar 22

While I do write stories for and about characters that I feel like doing, I’m also wondering what you guys would personally like to read. I’m currently working on a Bucky piece, but I’ve started thinking of writing for Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil), if there is any interest in that? Feel free to let me know 🤗

[writingstreetspirit]

Summer Of ’96

Summery: You and Steve enjoy a warm summer day together with your children.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, a whole bunch of fluff

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Can you tell that I’m longing for summer and not -10 °C and 30cm deep snow? As usual, thank you for reading!

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It was a hot summer day, the sun stood high and bright in the cloudless sky. The sweltering heat clung to you like a second layer of skin, the way it usually did in the middle of July in Indiana. It was the sort of day that made people want to be outside to enjoy summer break and vacation.

You’re sitting on the back porch overlooking the garden in a faded foldable chair that’s seen better days. The family dog, a pale coated Labrador Retriever named Hank, was lying down beside the chair by the shade, keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings. A paperback lay open in your lap, the pages fluttering lightly with the light breezes occasionally rolling in the air. But you’re not really reading anymore, you haven’t been for a while.

Out in the backyard, laughter cuts through the steady hiss of the sprinkler. Steve stood barefoot in the grass, jeans shorts rolled up and bare chested, hair flattened in a way that would’ve horrified him not so many years ago. Now he just laughs about it, throwing his head back as your two daughters run around him, shrieking as the cold water rains around them.

You and Steve, who had lived together in a cramped and rundown apartment since winter of ‘85, were finally able to purchase your first house in August of ’89, three months after you’d gotten married. It wasn’t a fancy one, three bedrooms and two bathrooms, sky blue exterior with a nice back garden, but it was big enough at the time for the two of you and your growing family.

In the middle of January the following year, you and Steve welcomed your first child. A daughter that you named Jamie, a nod to Jane Hopper. She was your pride and joy, loved and adored by you and Steve as well as all her aunts and uncles. For a while it was just the three of you, but then in early April of ‘92, you gave birth to your second child, once again a daughter that you called Hannah.

Steve took to the role as a husband and father of two girls with ease, the pride rolling off him in waves whenever he talked about his girls (which was a lot). Robin had once teased Steve after Hannah was born that ‘he was so meant to be just a girl dad’. Little did auntie Robin know that she was about to be right.

You shifted slightly in your chair, one hand instinctively drifting to your belly. It’s round and full, skin stretched beneath your loose blouse. The baby has been active all morning, like she can feel the sunshine and hear the laughter. Like she wants to be part of it already, even if her expected arrival is two months away.

As if on cue, one tiny foot delivered a firm kick right to one of your ribs. You suck in a sharp breath, wincing before you can stop yourself. Hank, sensing the sudden change in you, stood up and nudged his snout against your arm with a huff. You murmur softly under your breath, pressing the palm more firmly to your stomach, the other hand drifting down to gently scratch behind Hank’s ear. “Good boy, Hank. And you, baby girl, easy.”

Out in the garden, Steve noticed immediately the way he always does when it comes to you or the girls. His head snapped toward the porch, the concern cutting through his grin in an instant. He quickly jogged over, his feet slapping against the soaked grass.

“You okay?” he asked tenderly, crouching in front of you besides Hank. His hand creeps up to settle on your bare thigh, giving the skin a comforting squeeze. You laugh, despite the lingering ache. “Yeah. She just went for the ribs this time.”

His expression softened at that, relief melting into something tender and awed. His hand travels to your belly, thumb brushing slow circles on the firm bump. He leaned in and spoke soft and tender to the prominent bump, as if gently lecturing her. “Go easy on mommy, okay?”

You had once upon a time thought that Steve was insane for wanting six children, the image of that many kids running around causing chaos had felt very unappealing. But that changed after you had Jamie and then Hannah, and got to watch Steve be a dad. The love and affection with which he raised his daughters, and the pure joy radiating from him when you revealed your third pregnancy, the idea of having more than three kids with him didn't seem so insane anymore.

Behind him, the girls shrieked again, chasing each other through the sprinkler like it’s the funniest thing in the world. You glanced toward the small wooden table beside your chair where a sweating pitcher of lemonade catches the light. The ice inside has melted slightly, but you could still tell that it was cold.

You looked out to the garden at your playing children and called out, “Jamie, Hannah! Lemonade break!”

The reaction was immediate. Your oldest, Jamie, followed close by little sister Hannah, came sprinting toward the porch with delighted cheerings of ‘yay, lemonade!’, their small bare feet slapping against the soaked grass.

Steve stood up, laughing as they skidded to a stop in front of you. You and Steve poured the lemonade carefully, the smell of citrus sharp and sweet, and handed them their cups. Both Jamie and Hannah drank like they’ve crossed a desert, lemonade spilling down the youngest girl's chin.

“Slow down,” You laugh, smiling as you stroke a soothing hand along Hannah's wet hair. She smiled behind the cup, leaning a little into the touch subconsciously. “Don’t want you to choke.”

As soon as the cups are empty, they’re gone again with a loud ‘thank you, mommy!’, sprinting back toward the sprinkler. Hank followed close after the girls, tail wagging enthusiastically at their excitement. You followed Steve’s gaze back to the girls, watching how Jamie grabbed onto Hannah’s hand and pulled her through the water, guiding her little sister.

For a moment, you two just sat there on the porch, watching as your daughters and dog played together. The sight was anything but new, but the warm and fuzzy feeling in your chest whenever you watched them be happy was one you didn’t think you’d ever fully get used to.

“Can you imagine that this time next year, there will be three little girls playing in this garden instead of two?” You asked out loud, your eyes still watching closely as the girls ran through the sprinkler again, Hank barking gently at their high pitched laughter.

Steve, watching the scene playing out before him with love filled eyes, slowly shook his head. His voice was filled with a clear trace of disbelief as he spoke. “Three girls, I almost can’t imagine it. But I am so grateful. I wonder what I ever did to deserve all of this, what I did to get so lucky that you gave me them.”

At that last light, you tore your eyes away from your daughter to look at your husband. Your hand reached out, softly holding onto one of his. Your fingers absentmindedly smoothed across the wedding band on his ring finger. “You have always deserved this life, Steve Harrington. We are the lucky ones, you are an incredible husband and dad.”

Steve turned to look at you, softly shaking his head as if to say ‘this- you are too good to be true’, his eyes soft and gentle as he looked at you. His hand tenderly squeezed your own. He leaned forward and kissed you, slow and sure in his affection. Pulling away, Steve smiled at you, wide and happy. “And you are an incredible wife and mom, [Name] Harrington. I can’t wait to see you become a mom again to this little one.”

Steve’s free hand landed tenderly against your swollen stomach, softly stroking the bump underneath his palm. As if sensing her dad’s presence, the baby gave a small kick right under his hand. You smiled softly at the familiar sensation, thankful that she didn’t kick as hard this time.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss against your belly, his voice low and sweet as he spoke just to her. “Stay in there for a little while longer. We’ll be here when you're ready.”

[writingstreetspirit]

Blowing Your Mind

Summary: The curfew in Hawkins and the secret Crawls doesn’t allow for much alone time with Steve. So when the opportunity presents itself, you take it. (Takes place in the 18 months time-skip in the beginning of Season 5)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Blowjob (m receiving), swearing, smut, MINORS DNI. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Word count: 1.1k (just a teeny tiny baby)

A/N: We are all happy Steve survived the last episode, right? I sure was! And also, Happy New Year everyone! Thank you for reading!

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“Are you sure about this? You know you don’t have to do this for me, right?“ Steve asked you, looking down at you kneeling in front of him.

The floor of the back seat of Steve’s BMW was cramped and your kneecaps already ached, but the sight of Steve’s hard on bulging his jeans was a sight too mouthwatering enough for you to ignore the slight discomfort.

Since the military enforced the curfew in Hawkins, and the group’s secret Crawls taking place ever so often, free time was oh so rare. So when you and Steve find a moment to just be alone with one another, whether it’s a couple of hours or just five minutes, you take it.

That’s how you both ended up in the back of Steve’s car. It was the perfect getaway point for the time being, when all you wanted was a break away from all the stress that was going on in Hawkins. A small break from everyone else that you were in close proximity with every single day for months now.

What had started out as kissing quickly turned steamier, which wasn’t uncommon when it comes to you and Steve. Before you knew it, you’d crawled down between Steve’s legs, your mouth wanting to taste another part of your hot boyfriend.

You huffed a laugh, teasing back. “Yeah, I’m sure. Usually when a girl goes down on her knees in front of a guy, she wants to, you know.“

Steve rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face told a different story. He shifted on the leather backseat, leaning further into your space. “Well, yeah. I know. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do that for me.“

A tender smile curled on your lips, your hands creeping up Steve’s legs, softly stroking his thighs. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his kneecap. “I know. I truly appreciate that, Stevie.”

Pulling away from his lips, your hands creeped inward to the fly of his jeans. Toying with the fabric, you looked up at Steve with hooded eyes and asked with that sultry voice that made Steve putty in your hands every single time. “Can I suck your cock?”

Steve groaned softly at your sinfully arousing request. He nodded his head eagerly, moving forward with his hips into your hands, his cock visibly twitching against the jeans. “Fuck baby, yeah.”

With his permission you dragged down the zipper and opened the fly. His cock was tenting the white boxer briefs, the fabric already damp with precome where the head was placed. With practiced fingers you tugged down the cotton just enough to free him, exposing his hard cock and balls.

“So fucking big.” You murmured, your hand wrapping around the warm flesh. Despite the fact that you’d both seen and had Steve inside you countless times before, you’d never get over just how thick his cock was.

Leaning forward, you flicked the tip of your tongue teasingly at the head, lapping up the milky white drop at the slit. You chucked softly as you heard Steve groan under his breath, something that sounded a lot like ‘you’ll be the death of me, I swear.” His hand rose from the leather seat to settle in your hair, using it both as an anchor and to keep it away from your face.

Feeling bolder, you dragged your tongue firmly and slowly up the length of his cock. Steve’s thighs flexed around you, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair as his head tipped back. “Yeah, just like that. You know just how I like it.”

As much as you’d like to take it slow and build up the moment, you knew that time was a luxury. The walkie talkies could get incoming calls any second, or god forbid, Dustin could interrupt by seeking you both out and knocking on the windows himself. You decided that you had teased Steve enough, for now.

Wrapping your lips around the tip you slowly took him deeper into your mouth, keeping the suction just how you knew Steve liked it. Your lips stretched to take him fully, inch by big inch. Steve moaned, the sound sweet and broken. ”You’re so good to me. Don’t know what I ever, ah, did to deserve you.”

Bobbing your head up and down on him, you slowly sank down as deep as you could, tongue swirling across the vein on the underside. Steve was too big to handle, there were still two inches that you couldn’t fit into your mouth, your hand coming up to wrap around the length that was left, stroking the length.

There was once upon a time when you and Steve had just gotten into the relationship when you’d barely been able to take him halfway in your mouth. It had taken countless tries at a blowjob to get where you were now, when you could take almost all of him down to the base. It is like they say after all, practice makes perfect.

Steve’s cock throbs against your tongue at you, taking him as far as you could into your mouth. Swearing, Steve hips bucked up involuntarily into your touch, and you hummed around him in response. He shudders hard at the vibration, his free hand fisting into the seat underneath him.

“Oh shit, baby, I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer.” Steve stuttered, his whole body starting to tense, and you know he’s close. Keeping the same rhythm, you hollowed out your lips at the same time as you twisted your wrist. Steve hips jerked up into your mouth in a final, helpless stutter as he came, moaning out your name.

Keeping your mouth wrapped around him, Steve pulsed against your tongue, thick ropes of come filling up your mouth. Moaning with him, you enthusiastically swallowed what he gave you, milking him for all that he got. Once the orgasm ebbed off, you pulled away with a soft pop, lips slick and swollen.

“Holy shit, sweetheart.” Steve panted, still trying to catch his breath, his hand falling away from your hair. His cheeks were flushed all the way down his neck, his usually neatly styled hair sticking out wildly in several places. It was honestly a rather hot look on him.

You huffed out a small laugh in amusement, and a bit of pride, as your thumb wiping at your bottom lip. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve breathed out, nodding his head. His hands reached down to cup your cheeks, pulling you up gently as he met you halfway for a kiss. His lips opened up, tongue lapping at your bottom lip where he could distinctly taste himself.

With a huff, Steve broke away from your lips. His smile was wide and loose as he tugged you up with strong and eager hands from the floor into his lap. You could help but smile back, just as content as he was. “We still have some time before we have to head back. Now it’s your turn.”

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❃ fluff

✯ angst

ღ smut

♧ personal favs

✮ over 1k likes

One Shots:

Sleepless Nights ❃

Bucky and Alpine keeps you company during a sleepless night.

Want (Need) Your Taste ღ ♧

You and Bucky spend the morning in bed, doing some rather… pleasurable activities.

Updated 17/12/2025

All feedback is appreciated! Request are open :)

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❃ fluff

✯ angst

ღ smut

♧ personal favs

✮ over 1k likes

One Shots:

One Breath, One Touch (Will Be The End Of Me) ❃

A night out at Rita’s change everything for the better.

All I Want For Solstice (Is You) ❃ ♧

What could possibly be better than celebrating Winter Solstice with your family?

Updated 17/12/2025

All feedback is appreciated! Request are open :)

[writingstreetspirit]

❃ fluff

✯ angst

ღ smut

♧ personal favs

✮ over 1k likes

One Shots:

Addictive ღ ✮

What happens in the Drama room before D&D sessions stays in the Drama room.

One Shots:

Blowing Your Mind ღ

The curfew in Hawkins and the secret Crawls doesn’t allow for much alone time with Steve. So when the opportunity presents itself, you take it.

Summer Of ‘96 ❃

You and Steve enjoy a warm summer day together with your children.

Updated 21/02/2026

All feedback is appreciated! Request are open :)

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[writingstreetspirit]

Want (Need) Your Taste

Summary: You and Bucky spend the morning in bed, doing some rather… pleasurable activities.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, oral (f receiving), handjob, (P in V) smut, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I’m rather inexperienced when it comes to writing smut, but I wanted to challenge myself. Who better to write smut about if not Bucky Barnes? Thank you for reading, I hope you’ll enjoy! <3

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“Look at me, doll.”

You forced yourself to listen to the spoken command, to open your eyes and tip your head forward to look down. Thick brown locks lay spread across the pillow, intense blue eyes staring up at you from between your legs where you straddled Bucky’s face.

The morning light shining in through the window of your bedroom had been what had awakened you. It was Saturday morning, and you nor your partner had anywhere to be today, which was too rare these days, what with both of your job titles.

Bucky had also still been in bed, but awake. He’d been lying down on his side, gazing at you with that painfully tender and devoted look he only ever reserved for you. It was impossible not to be affected by those eyes when he looked at you like that, and before you knew it, you were being tugged on top of him to ride his face, because ‘fuck, I need to taste you, doll.’

His lips trailed idly across your thighs, the pillowy skin already swollen and slick with your arousal. Bucky hummed, looking pleased with your eyes back on him again. “That’s it, keep those pretty eyes open. Watch me make you feel good.”

He returned back to your pussy, his mouth immediately jumping back to work. Bucky’s tongue licked long and firm through your folds, tasting you from the source, and all the way back up to your clit. He closed his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked.

A broken mewl fell from your lips, shuddering from the pleasure zapping from your core and all the way up through your body. Fingers slid into Bucky’s hair, gripping the strands as if it was your only anchor to stop you from trembling apart. Your hips rocked softly against his mouth, “Buck! Feels so good, fuck.”

Bucky groaned against your clit, the sound vibrating against the swollen nub. A whine slipped past your lips, your legs instinctively jerking as if trying to get away. His hands, both metal and flesh, held onto your hips firmer to keep you right where he wanted you. The unspoken words he was conveying were clear as day, ‘don’t pull away from me.’

His mouth was hot and wet as it sucked onto your clit firmer, flicking his tongue back and forth against the swollen nub. Your hand gripped tighter onto Bucky’s hair, keeping him close to where you needed him. The pleasurable sensation was steadily building, and you knew that it was not long before you were going to shatter. “I’m getting close, don’t stop!”

Bucky, ever the devoted lover that he was, did not disappoint. He didn’t speed up or change the rhythm, his mouth devouring you in the same way he had been doing. His hand, the metal one, let go of his firm grip on your waist. It instead creeped up your torso slowly, up to your chest. The firm hand cupped your breast, his thumb rolling the nipple for extra stimulation.

Moans were spilling out of your mouth with every breath you took, hovering over the release that was within reach. A pinch of your nipple and a delicious lick of Bucky’s tongue was what finally made you shatter. Your eyes slammed shut as the release tipped over the edge and washed over you.

Ears ringing, you couldn’t hear whether you were screaming or not, but you undoubtedly knew that sounds of pleasure fell from your wide open mouth. Wave after wave of bliss sweeped over you, warming you like a blanket. Bucky kept licking you through it, his tongue coaxing you through the aftershocks, working them out until your fingers loosen their hold of his hair.

Your chest rose and fell in fast, shallow breaths. Bucky stayed there a moment longer, kissing your inner thighs, his hands smoothing over your thighs and torso in tender movements. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Can never get enough of your sweet pussy.”

Once the aftershocks fully left you, you lifted up your hips and glided down his muscular body until you laid flat on top of him. Your hand reached up to cup his cheeks, your lips eagerly meeting Bucky’s in a hot and messy kiss. His hand cupped behind your head, his tongue teased against your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you granted. You let out a small moan against Bucky’s lips when you realized you could taste yourself.

In a swift and steady movement, Bucky guided you to lay back on the duvet before he rolled on top of you, strong arms caging you in around your head. His cock pressed against your thigh, hard and hot on your skin. Your breath stuttered in your chest at his obvious arousal.

Still kissing, your hand that had been clinging to his back began to slide down his pectorals and between your thighs. With a slow and steady hand you grasped onto his hard cock and gave it a firm stroke once.

Bucky broke away from the kiss with a stuttering moan, his pupils blown wide. His breath was hot as it fanned your face. “Shit, [Name]. Your hand feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah? You feel good in my hand.” You started to stroke him again, the firm flesh twitching in your hand. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed up at the man above you, making note of every single reaction you pulled out of him. “I want you inside me.”

Bucky groaned, the sound bouncing around the room. He nodded eagerly, leaning down to kiss you deep and filthy again, only pulling away to hoarsely agree. “Yeah, I want that to. Wanna be inside you so fuckin’ bad.”

Crashing back against your lips, his body pressed close against yours. Your thighs fell to your side, spreading your legs wide open in invitation. He groans against your mouth as he sinks his hips between them. You tilt your hips up as Bucky presses the tip of his cock against your wet, sensitive pussy.

He sunk into your tight heat slowly, his hips pressed forward slow and deep, and the air was pushed out from both of your lungs. Your hands grasped onto his shoulders, holding onto him as you were being filled, the sensation intense and oh so good. Bucky’s breath caught on a soft groan, pressing his face against your neck. “God, doll. Your pussy feels so tight and warm.”

The both of you remained still for a few moments, getting used to the feeling of filling and being filled by the other. Then Bucky slowly pulls out only to just as carefully and slowly push in again. The sensation pulled a gasp out from your lips, your walls instinctively pulsing around his cock as if to pull him in deeper.

His hips rolled in and out between yours, the thrusts steadily gaining strength and speed until you’d both found the perfect rhythm that felt the best. The faint sound of his skin meeting yours filled the bedroom, along with the moans and groans that poured out of your lips.

“Oh, Bucky, right there! Just like that.” You moaned as Bucky rolled his hips into your own at the perfect angle, hitting the spongy spot inside that made zaps of pleasure spread through your whole body, all the way to your fingertips.

Bucky groaned against your cheek. He tightened his hold on you, pulling your body closer against his like he doesn’t want even an inch of space between you. “Yeah? Right there, sweetheart?”

You could only nod soundlessly, clinging onto Bucky’s shoulders with your hands harder, thighs trembling at the pure pleasure that was being given. You could already feel the orgasm building up inside you, and Bucky was doing a damn good job of building it up.

Surging up, you captured Bucky’s lips in a needy kiss. He moaned against them as you took his bottom lip between yours and nibbled, his hips stuttering on his thrust for a second.

Bucky suddenly propped himself up and pulled his head away from you, his lips trailing down your neck and to your chest. His mouth kissed across the soft skin before closing around a nipple, circling his tongue around the nub, his hips never slowing the thrusts.

The building release was so close now that you could almost taste it. You tugged at Bucky’s hair, the other hand scrabbling across his shoulders and back as you felt the thin thread start to snap inside. “Oh god, Bucky! I’m- I’m gonna-“

Your orgasm tore through you, long and deep. Your whole body locked up, thighs clenching, arms holding tight to his shoulders as the pleasure crashed over you in wave after wave.

As you tightened with your release, pulsing around his cock, Bucky too fell apart. He moaned your name, his whole body shuddering as he came, face buried in your chest. His hips never stop thrusting through his and your orgasm. ”Shit, [Name]!”

As the waves of seemingly endless bliss that had been washing over you slowly started to ebb away, Bucky slowed his thrusting to a stop and instead grew limp, collapsing down onto your body, his weight pressing you down further into the mattress. You accept his weight immediately, soothing a hand down his damp back as you wait for your heartbeat to slow down.

Once both of your breaths calmed down, Bucky slowly and carefully pulled out of you, and you shift as his come starts to drip out. You would eventually have to get up to clean up the mess between your legs, but that could wait for a couple minutes.

With a sigh Bucky rolled onto his back, his arms still wrapped around you, bringing you with him. You curled up into his side, his arm wrapped protectively around you, your fingers drawing slow circles over the skin of his chest. “I think I died and went to heaven there for a bit.”

You huffed out a laugh, nuzzling into Bucky’s warm chest. You shared the same sentiment. “That good, huh?”

He looked at you for a long moment, something soft and unguarded in his gaze, then leaned forward to kiss your forehead, lingering there. “It always feels that good with you, doll. Everything does.”

You shifted slowly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, your heart full with the love you had for the man beside you. He turned toward it and caught your lips with his in something achingly slow and full of promise, like he’s still memorizing what it feels like to be loved like this by you. ”I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, doll.” He pulled you tighter into his arms, tucking your head beneath his chin, nuzzling into your hair like he’s found his home. And you supposed that you both had, in each other.