#steve being like 'shiny new toy?!'

[rigginsstreet]

need rich bratty steves attention being grabbed by server boy billy at one of his parents galas STAT

[ickypuppi3]

ever think about how out of his depth steve would be if he met anyone billy hung around with in california

[general-fanfiction]

Intimate Treasures. (Steve Harrington x Adult Store Worker!Reader)

Word Count: 4.5K

Y/N works in an adult store and Steve can't seem to stay away.

Warning: Smut, p in v sex, cunnilingus (m and f receiving), dirty talk, knife kink, sex toys, mature language

Weekdays were always slow at Intimate Treasures, most people either working their regular 9-5’s or simply too embarrassed to be caught in an adult store mid week. Opting to discreetly shop on a Friday or Saturday night, hoping nobody will catch them. I often find myself amused by the actions of our customers, ninety percent of which seem to be ashamed of themselves for purchasing such ‘dirty’ products, as they like to call them.

Upon the opening of the store, many citizens of Hawkins were vocal of their displeasure at the presence of such a place. Believing that there was no place in the town for us. They argued that by opening within the Starcourt Mall, we would be indoctrinating their children into believing that sex is something that should be enjoyed and explored freely. Rather than an act of love that should only be taking place once married for the sole purpose of reproduction. There have been numerous occasions when I’ve argued with people about this, lecturing them on the importance of sexual liberation and safety rather than shaming people for their choices.

It was during one of these arguments that I met him for the first time. Wrapped up in a heated debate with none other than the local priest who was offering to save me from hell, I almost missed the mop of fluffy brown hair that hesitantly crossed the threshold of the store. He was trying to act casual, as though being here was no big deal, but I could tell he was nervous. Fumbled movements causing him to almost knock over a display of free condoms. To which he pocketed a few in the shorts of his little sailor outfit.

“What you are doing here in this store is sinful, I am only looking out for you young lady.” My eyes snap back to the priest who is glancing around the place in utter disgust, one hand gripping the cross around his neck, the other clutching a Bible.

“If you think this is sinful, you should see what I do in bed, old man.”

Despite losing sight of the sailor, I hear a muffled laugh coming from down one of the aisles and I can’t help but feel pleased that I’m not necessarily alone in this argument.

“You could be doing so much more with your life! You don’t need this filth, the Lord can set you on the right path if you would just let me cleanse you of your impurity.” The man pleads, his words failing to provide the impact he is hoping for.

Resting my elbows on the countertop, I lean towards the priest, hoping he pays attention to me. “Listen, I know for a fact that the Bible doesn’t specifically mention anything about sex toys or masturbation and not all of us are lucky enough to be in a relationship. Though I’m sure your wife isn’t exactly thrilled with her sex life.” 

He gasps at my words, shuffling towards the door whilst muttering about ‘young dirty girls of today’. 

“Be sure to send your wife in, her first vibrator is on me!”

As the door swings closed behind him, I let out a sigh of relief. Completely fed up of having the same arguments over and over again. My eyes fall back down to the stack of boxes by my feet, filled to the brim with new lingerie sets that need putting out on the shop floor. 

Not wanting to waste any time, I quickly add the inventory to the system before hanging the black latex to the hangers. I won’t deny, it’s a gorgeous set. Shiny black bralette, so thin that the strap of fabric is only big enough to cover the nipple, with a matching thong, which also happens to be just as small. It leaves very little to the imagination, and I would be tempted to spend my paycheck on it, had I anybody to wear it for.

Finding a spot in one of the aisles, I begin to hang the various sizes on the wall. Careful to make sure that they’re all in size order so that they’re easy to find. A shuffle of feet towards the end of the aisle pulls me from my thoughts, the sailor intently staring at different wand vibrators. Every few seconds picking one up before putting it back with a shake of his head.

“Need some help?” I ask, hanging the last of the lingerie up and strolling towards him.

His eyes widen as I stand next to him, a deep red blush rising on his cheeks and I can’t help but smile softly at his awkwardness. I’m never one to assume, though I’m fairly certain this may be his first time in any adult stores. If his blush is anything to go by.

“Sorry, I just don’t really know what I’m supposed to be looking for.”

“Something for your girlfriend?” I push, the question slips off my tongue easily, one I generally ask all the male customers that look in need of assistance, yet something in me is praying that he answers with a no.

I won’t deny that he’s attractive, even with the unfortunate attire that he appears to be sporting. He has a boyish look about him due to the costume, it’s cute and soft. However, his chestnut brown eyes are dark and I can tell that he is very much a man. 

“No, no girlfriend.” He admits, shoving his hands in his pockets, as he does so I’m able to catch a quick glimpse and notice the large size, backs of his palms displaying very prominent veins and I can’t help but squeeze my legs at the sight.

I’m not entirely sure what’s wrong with me. Never usually finding someone so attractive upon meeting for the first time, yet I’m practically drooling over the man in front of me. Even if I am putting on a very cool front.

“This is kind of awkward to admit but I wanted a vibrator you know for when I do have girls over. Just for something different I guess, in case my performance doesn’t cut it.”

I’m taken aback by his admission, most men refusing to believe they couldn’t be absolutely incredible in bed and insisting they’re only getting a toy because their wife wouldn’t stop pestering. To have a man so open about possibly not being perfect is refreshing and I realize I’m most definitely going to need some ice cold water then this customer leaves.

“Oh wow, that’s so thoughtful of you.” I tell him, moving slightly closer to the wall of products in order to assist him as best I can. Carefully, I grab a hot pink box, offering it to him. “So this is the newest wand vibrator we have, it has three different settings and a very long battery life. Trust me any girl would love it, it only took me about five minutes to cum when I used it for the first time.”

His eyes are focused on the box, teeth catching his bottom lip as he reads the information on the back. Eyebrows furrowed in concentration, truly reading everything about the product in his hands. Something about him intrigues me, whether it be the sailor outfit or the fact that he truly cares about his sexual partners, I’m not sure.

“I’ll take it, thank you.”

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The second time that the interesting sailor entered the store was only two days later. A Thursday evening, most of the stores in the mall were closing for the day, not us however. Opting to stay open later for more of a sense of privacy.

I’m idly flipping through one of the latest editions of Playboy magazine, staring down at the women sprawled out on the pages. They ooze confidence and sex appeal, something I could only dream of. Whilst I wouldn’t say I necessarily lack confidence, I most certainly do not have a string of guys desperate for my attention like the women in the magazine.

Completely wrapped up in my own thoughts as I turn the page, it’s only when a handful of products are placed on the countertop that I glance up. Boredom evident on my face, I’m counting down the minutes until I can close the store and head home for the night. That is, until I realize who the customer is.

“I didn’t think girls were into Playboy.”

Running a hand through his perfectly styled brown mane, he smiles at me as he speaks and I struggle to hide my excitement at his return. Though there is still a hint of red on his cheeks, he seems calmer this time, clearly less embarrassed by his visit.

“I don’t know if you can tell, but we don’t exactly stock academic reading material.” I joke, beginning to ring the items through the till.

Bottle of lube, metal handcuffs and black bondage tape. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no stranger to the kinky items that I ring out on a daily basis. Yet, something about the handsome sailor buying them has me weak at the knees and I have to look anywhere other than his face as I bag everything for him.

“Hey, I just wanted to thank you by the way.” Finally making eye contact with the man, I can’t hide my confusion at his words. “For your help last time, the vibrator was a big hit.”

“Oh right yeah. No problem at all, I’m glad I could offer my assistance.”

My smile falters, why am I jealous? I shouldn’t be jealous, I should be pleased that I could help another customer. Pleased that I’m allowing others to enjoy their wants and desires. However, something about knowing the stranger has already used my suggestion on another woman hurts. I sound desperate, it’s not like me to get hung up on a man I have only briefly interacted with twice and yet here I am.

“No seriously, it was the most intense hook up I’ve ever had and it’s all thanks to you.” He rummages through his pockets as he speaks, before sliding a piece of paper across the countertop.

Free ice cream on me - Steve.

“I work at Scoops Ahoy, figured I owed you one.”

“Now the sailor outfit makes sense.” I laugh softly, carefully folding the piece of paper and slipping it into my pocket.

“I know. It sucks, does not help me woo the ladies at all.” He smiles bashfully, handing me the cash to pay for the products.

“I think it’s cute.” The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop myself and my head drops to the floor, shaking it lightly, humiliated by what I just said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, it’s just-”

“Good to know, I’ll see you later.” He looks at me expectantly, awaiting my name, as he makes his way towards the exit.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll see you later Y/N.”

The moment the door closes behind him, I slide to the carpeted floor, head in my hands, afraid I may have just completely made a fool of myself in front of Steve. Doing my best to get over how mortified I feel, I quickly stride to the door and flip the sign to closed, not wanting to humiliate myself further in front of any more customers tonight, even if I am technically supposed to be open for another hour and a half.

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“I swear to God John, if you take these home and add them to your wank bank, I am going to kill you with my bare hands.”

This week seems to be one embarrassing event after the next, standing in nothing but the new micro black latex lingerie, I pose awkwardly in front of the only blank wall in the building, allowing the store owner to take photos of me on the polaroid. 

“Listen, we need to advertise what we have on offer, putting these pictures in the window is bound to gain more customers. Not to mention the added benefit of being served by the hot girl plastered in the window.” He states as though it's obvious, shoving a large kitchen knife into my hand which I take reluctantly. “Now spread those legs and lick the knife.”

Dropping to a squat, I spread my legs wide open, raising the knife to my mouth and seductively licking a stripe down the edge, careful not to cut myself. I may as well be completely naked with how little the lingerie covers, moving the knife to cover my vagina, I feign a gasp as he snaps another photo.

“You’re a natural, I’ll put these in the window and then I’m off for the night.”

I throw the knife on to the counter as I watch with folded arms how John sticks up the photos by the door. No doubt we’ll have complaints as each photo has me in increasingly compromised positions. It’s borderline pornographic.

Catching glimpses of the photos every couple of seconds, I can admit that I do look good. Incredibly good. They’re sexy and I feel empowered, it’s just a shame that they have to be on display for everybody to see. I’m all for being sexually liberated, I’m just not sure I believe everybody should be allowed to see me in such a vulnerable environment.

John leaves with a quick wave in my direction, flipping the sign on his way out so that I can finish my closing tasks in peace. Throwing myself down on the couch beside the window, I feel the shame start to flood my body. I begin to feel dirty and used, allowing my boss to take advantage of the fact that I have to follow his orders. 

Is this how the women in Playboy feel? Never once have I questioned if selling dirty magazines is unethical, believing that the woman in them felt free and proud that they can be so open and sexual. Now I’m starting to think that perhaps that isn’t the case.

With my head resting against the back of the couch and my eyes fixated on the uneven tiles on the ceiling, I hear the door click open beside me. Internally sighing, I don’t avert my gaze as I speak.

“We’re closed!” Voice snappier than I intended it to be, however, I make no effort to apologize.

“I know, I’m sorry. I was just hoping you’d be here.”

Swinging my head to face the direction of the door, I match the voice to the speaker. Steve stands awkwardly in the entryway, eyes trailing over my body as I stand to greet him. His mouth drops open slightly, rubbing a hand over his plump cherry lips. Glancing down, I remember that I’m still only wearing the lingerie and heat floods my body.

“Shit, sorry. One second.” 

I awkwardly jog to the back of the store as best I can in the heels strapped to my feet, I’m careful to wrap the long satin robe tightly around myself before making my way back over to Steve. Who stands in the same spot, unmoving. Eyes focused on me as I lean against the counter, arms crossed over my body in an effort to keep the robe covering me.

“So what can I help you with?” I ask, voice shaking every so slightly due to the interaction only moments ago.

“You look incredible in that.”

Although my eyes are firmly fixated on the ground, I smile nervously at his words. Hearing the shuffle of his feet, I look up only to see him standing just a couple of feet away from me. Clad in his sailor uniform once again, I allow myself to gaze over his physique. Thick legs that wear the shorts well, tight in all the right places. Arms defined showing off the muscles he has built. Pulling myself from my thoughts, I round the counter, hoping that the distance between us will ease the ache between my thighs.

“Steve I really should be closing, did you need help with something?”

I notice his eyes fall to his shorts, an impressive tent having formed and I have to hold my breath so as not to drop straight to my knees. Without a word, he slowly reaches across the counter, gently knocking the robe from my shoulders, exposing me to him once again.

“Just tell me to stop and I will.” He speaks quietly, so quiet I almost don’t catch it.

There’s a look of animalistic hunger on his face, one that is new to me. A stark contrast to the boyish smile he usually sports. Within seconds he’s leaning across the counter, capturing his lips with mine, one hand tightly grasping the back of my neck for support, whilst I grip at his shirt. His kiss is fuelled by passion and while it’s rough there’s a feeling of comfort that I can’t describe.

Without thinking, I’m striding back around the counter, pushing him backwards so that he flops down on the couch. Allowing me to take a seat on his lap, his erection firmly pressed in between my thighs, if I weren’t so focused on the moment, I’d most certainly be embarrassed by the wetness that begins to drip down my thighs.

Grinding myself slightly, I tug at his top, pulling it over his head quickly before throwing it behind me. His lips attach to my neck and I can feel him sucking gently, determined to leave a mark. A moan escapes my lips before I can stop myself, sparking a fire in his eyes as he grips my hips, guiding them to roll over his clothed length even harder.

His fingers move with haste as he works at the knot holding the flimsy bralette together, prying it off my body the moment the ties become loose. Grabbing his jaw, I pull his face back to mine, kissing him with burning desire as his hands move to palm my breasts. Our tongues entwine as his fingers brush over my nipple, releasing a soft gasp from me, to which he takes advantage. Dipping his head to suck and bite marks into my chest, I grab his hair tugging softly with every moan that he extracts from my body.

I can hear a groan escape his mouth, to which he covers it up quickly by dragging his tongue over my nipple. His hands playing with the other so as not to focus all his attention solely on one. Steve sucks gently, drawing unholy moan after moan from my body as I continue to feel the heat between our bodies.

Tipping my head back and pushing my breasts further into him, I find myself pushing a hand between our bodies. Slipping under his shorts and offering a short squeeze, causing the man to murmur a soft fuck as he continues to play with my nipples. From feeling his length in my hand, I can tell he’s big, bigger than I anticipated and much bigger than I’ve ever had. It scares me equally as much as it excites me.

It’s only when I begin to start delicately stroking up and down, that he pushes me to the side. Throwing me onto the couch gently so that I am laid on my back with him standing over me. As he smiles down at me, I can’t help but find the contrast between his soft smile and the dominance he has just been displaying amusing. A cheeky grin evident on my face.

“Where’s that knife?” He asks, fingers brushing over my throat as he stares down at me.

“Knife?” 

“From the pictures.”

Nodding my head towards the countertop, I watch eagerly as he grabs it, clenching my thighs together as my mind drifts to what he is going to do with it. Much to my surprise, he gently pulls my body up so that I’m sat upright, before settling on his knees between my thighs. Pushing the thong to the side, he presses the blunt side of the knife to my heat, trailing it between my folds. When he removes it, it glimmers with the slick that is now definitely dripping onto the couch.

“Lick it.” He raises the knife to my mouth and I brush my tongue against it as directed, immensely turned on by the entire situation. “You’re such a good girl.”

If his words didn’t make me moan, I do when his tongue makes contact with my clit. Head falling back as I close my eyes, focused only on the pleasure he is giving me. Despite not having my eyes open, I am acutely aware of Steve reaching up to my throat and holding the sharp side of the knife directly on my neck. Pushing it gently, though not so much to draw blood.

“God, you’re such a good girl.”

He switches between sucking and licking my clit, his free hand moving to push two fingers into me ever so slowly. The sounds are inherently sinful, the way he’s lapping up everything I can offer him is downright filthy and yet I feel like I’m in heaven. He devours me as though I’m his last meal, moaning against me, vibrations adding to the already exhilarating pleasure I’m experiencing. God, if this is what he can do with his tongue, there was no reason for him to buy a vibrator.

As he continues to push his fingers into me at an unruly pace, his tongue swirls circles against my clit, pushing me further and further to the edge. My stomach feels tighter and I try to close my thighs, though he reacts by pushing the knife closer to my throat, reminding me of its presence.

“Holy fuck.” I whisper, coil within me snapping and my legs twitching as he continues to lick up anything I have left.

With a pleased grin, he pulls himself away from me, rising to his feet and even in my post orgasm daze, I drop to my knees. Hurriedly pulling his shorts down to his ankles, I grab his erection with both hands. Mouth falling open in shock as I wrap both my hands around him.

“Jesus Christ.” My voice is almost silent yet Steve still hears me, chuckling at my words.

“You gonna be able to handle it?” He asks and I waste no time in nodding, gazing up at him, eyes filled with lust. “Yeah you are.”

In an attempt to calm my nerves, I hesitantly lick from the tip to the base, mouth watering as I hear Steve’s breaths become shakier. Wrapping my lips around the tip, I slowly begin to bob my head up and down, unable to take the whole thing but trying my hardest. I allow myself to coat his member with my spit, using my hands to stroke whatever I can’t fit in my mouth. He bucks his hips involuntarily with a deep guttural moan and I can’t help but gag, eyes watering as he hits the back of my throat. 

Pulling back with a gasp for air, I continue to stroke him with one hand, the other reaching for his balls. As I lean in to go for round two with my mouth, he grabs my hair softly, pulling me to look up at him. With mascara streaks running down my and saliva falling from one corner of my mouth, Steve smirks.

“I’d let you do that forever if I wasn’t so desperate to feel you.”

He helps me up, pushing my body over the countertop, before pulling the thong off me completely. I spread my legs for him, allowing him to see the effect he has on me, he circles my clit with one finger as his other hand grips his length. The tip smacking against me as he nervously rubs it over my hole. 

“Steve please, I want you so bad.” I beg, feeling myself clenching around nothing as he teases me.

“Fuck you’re perfect.” He cautiously pushes the tip into me, my hands gripping the wood of the countertop at the stretch and I squeal slightly, from a mixture of pleasure and pain. “My perfect girl.”

He continues to push himself inside of me for what feels like an eternity, just when I think I’ve taken him all, he pushes further. I’ll admit it has been a while and with Steve’s size, the stretch burns and yet I want nothing more than to feel him inside of me forever.

The gentleman he is, he stills once completely sheathed within me, awaiting confirmation from me that he is able to move.

“Steve please fuck me now.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice and instantly pulls himself out, almost completely before slamming back into me. Balls slapping against my clit in a way that teases me as he practically rips me in half. One hand pushes on my back, firmly holding me down against the counter as he continues to pound into me. The other grips my hip, knife still in hand though neither of us seem to pay any attention to it. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you.” He states between moans, slamming into me at an almost brutal pace.

I’m able to slip one of my hands between the wooden surface and my body, bringing it to the space between my legs and gently teasing my clit, resulting in a string of profanities falling from my lips. Steve notices this and bats my hand away, taking over himself. His fingers are like magic and combined with the way he is ramming himself into me, I can feel myself on the brink of cumming once again.

“Oh my god, Steve I’m so close.” 

Upon hearing this, he pulls my body upright, peppering kisses along my shoulders and the nape of my neck as he continues to drill into me at the same rough pace. Within a matter of seconds, I find vision spotting as I fall over the edge. Thighs sticky and wet with the remnants of my second orgasm. Steve allows me to fall back onto the countertop, continuing his assault on my vagina and the overstimulation drives me crazy. I’m a complete moaning mess and by the time he stills with a soft grunt, I have even more tears in my eyes.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He murmurs, pulling out of me gently and pressing yet another kiss to my neck.

Turning around to face him, he has a lazy fucked out grin on his face and I can’t help but feel proud that I’m the reason for that smile. I smile at the thought, and at the feeling of his cum beginning to spill out of me and down my legs. Steve takes my hands in his and flops back onto the couch, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his chest.

“You know I actually came here hoping I would work up the courage to ask you on a date but this was so much better.” He admits, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

“Wow so I missed out on a date?” I tease, hugging into him even tighter.

“I mean, we can always break into Scoops and go have that date now.” He suggests, voice soft as though he’s afraid I will reject him.

“That sounds perfect.”

[stvharrngton]

kinktober: day seven

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, use of toys (butt plug), unprotected p in v

word count: 0.9k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @wheel-of-hyperfixation @mooonyweasley @steveshairspray

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

You lay in Steve’s bed, nothing but your bra and panties on and him in his boxers. Both your hands were wandering across each other’s body, touching soft skin, dancing across moles and freckles. You kissed each other lazily, lips melding and tongues sliding against one another.

It was one of those make out sessions that started as nothing, but once you started taking each other’s clothes off you found yourself getting hot under the collar. Your fingers began to grip, your kisses began to feel like something more.

But when Steve pulled away from you, hushing your complaints with a chuckle, he reached for something that was stashed under the bed.

“I went shopping today,” he told you, “got you a little something.”

He pulled out a little black paper bag, with no writing or pictures on and you immediately knew where he’d spent his afternoon. In that one store across town, the one that’s down a side street, the one nobody talks about but everyone knows where it is and what kind of business it is.

You nodded in anticipation, wondering what it could be. You liked what you liked in the bedroom but you were always down to try something new, especially if it was Steve’s idea. There wasn’t much in the bag, just a small white box and a bottle of scented lubricant.

The bottle specifically had you raising your eyebrows, wondering what on earth he could have bought. It was clearly something Steve was excited about, the smirk on his face clear.

“I thought we could use this tonight?” He asked, opening up the little white box and pulling a shiny silver plug from the plastic wrapper, a big pink gem in the shape of a heart attached to the end of it, “I just— I think it would look so fuckin’ hot in you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his proposition, your eyes wide, caught like a deer in headlights. You thought about it, the thought of your hole being filled up all pretty whilst Steve fucked you senseless did have you clenching your thighs together.

So you agreed.

Steve had you lay on your front, knees bent keeping your ass in the air for him. He’d worked you enough to where you felt comfortable, starting with his tongue, delicately licking over your hole and finishing with his fingers aided with the strawberry scented lube.

“It’s gonna be cold, baby,” he stated, dousing the shiny plug with more of the gel, “you ready?” Steve asked quietly. His large palm soothing over your hip, squeezing you reassuringly. You nodded.

Steve sat back on his heels as he breathed in through his mouth, exhaling the same way accompanied with a groan. The boy stroked at the flesh of your ass as they made their way down to your thighs, finishing off with a gentle squeeze.

“Wish you could see yourself, pretty girl,” he breathed out, tongue darting out to wet his lips as Steve wrapped his fingers around his cock now, tugging and stroking slowly and torturous.

You glanced over your shoulder at the boy, who’s gaze was totally fixated on where the little pink gem twinkled in the dim light of his bedroom. Steve was no different when he actually got to sink his cock into you, your wet walls clenching around him as you both moaned out.

He held your hips firmly, making sure your legs stayed as spread as possible. His hips snapping against yours in a deep and hard rhythm, your slick coating Steve’s cock.

“Fuck, baby,” Steve moaned, “you feel so fuckin’ good,” his thumb coming to graze over the pink jewel, “you like feeling full up whilst I fuck your pussy, hm? Does it feel good? Tell me, fuck.”

You whimpered loudly, lest it be muffled by the pillow, “Yes, fuck!” you whined, the noise coming out strangled, “Feels so good, Steve.”

“Good girl,” he cooed, hands soothing over the small of your back, your skin hot with pleasure, “taking it so well.”

Steve picked up the pace, his fingers firmly at your hips now, the tips digging in leaving pretty violet bruises for the morning. His head was thrown back, jaw slack and mouth hanging agape as his moans and groans turned into whines and whimpers. He was a fucking picture.

You cried out as Steve began to hit that sweet spot deep inside, your fingers reaching beneath you to stroke at your clit. The bud throbbing beneath your fingertips, edging yourself closer and closer to your climax.

“Such a pretty little thing,” Steve murmurs, more to himself than you you’re sure, the pads of his fingers once again skirting over the plug, “so fuckin’ warm and tight I bet.”

Your eyes rolled back at his words, the sound of skin slapping against skin the only thing you could concentrate on, “Oh, Steve,” you moaned. It was loud, obscene, pornographic, almost.

Steve felt the beginnings of your orgasm as you clenched around his cock, your sopping cunt hugging his length. The speed of his thrusts increased, his hips moving like lightning against you as his skin shone with sweat.

“Go on, baby,” he whined, all high pitched and breathy, “cum all over my cock, that’s it, let it all go.”

You didn’t need telling twice, the sweet release overcoming your fucked out body. You cried out in pleasure, white hot heat coursing through your body as your legs shook, your knees buckling if it wasn’t for Steve’s strong hands holding you up.

He wasn’t far behind you, cum thick and creamy painting your insides. “Fuck,” Steve moaned, eyes squeezed shut as his thrusts became sloppy, “take it, take it.” He chanted over and over again.

You were both spent as you collapsed into one another atop the sheets, bodies clammy and chests heaving as you tried to catch your breaths.

Money well spent, Steve thought.

[stranger-rants]

Billy wouldn’t bully Eddie, because he simply would not care. He “bullied” Steve because he saw Steve as competition, and even then I could hardly call that bullying. His physical fight with Steve shouldn’t be taken out of context, nor should it position Steve as the primary victim and Billy as the perpetrator. He saw Steve with his sister. Steve threw the first punch. I’m tired of this being treated like a terrible assault when it was a fight fueled by misunderstanding and their inability to communicate because they are stupid teenagers.

Anyway, Eddie has a reputation in town and Billy came to town not giving a shit about anyone or anything in Hawkins. Why would he give a shit that Eddie runs a D&D club? Sells drugs? Hot wires cars? Listens to metal? Billy smokes. Billy loves cars. Billy listens to metal. Billy is just there trying to control this narrative he’s written for himself - the hot masculine shiny new toy from California - long enough so he can survive until graduation and he can peace out. Like, that boy is not invested in some small town gossip over Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

The way Billy has positioned himself at school is all a strategic move. His abuser disoriented him by moving the whole family two thousand miles away from his home near the tail end of his high school career. This is about getting control back. Billy can play the part of the popular jock while maintaining his interests because he just so happens to have Pretty Privilege. If he had come to Hawkins looking and acting like Eddie, it would have been different, but that doesn’t change the fact that Billy has interests that don’t fit the jock profile.

Why the hell would Billy waste his time tormenting Eddie when he gets no material gain from it? Steve was the target because Steve was at the top of the school leaderboard and Billy was looking to secure his position. Outside of that, realistically Billy’s trying to balance his need to acquire the means to get out from under his abuser’s control with the impulse to just say fuck it all and self sabotage until Neil beats him to death. That’s just the tightrope abuse survivors walk. Like, he is not out here spending precious time tormenting Eddie.

The bullying fantasies St/Eddies write to set up their relationship using Billy show a clear lack of understanding of Billy’s role in that school and how his home life influences his behavior. They also ignore that Steve spent his entire life immersed in Hawkins schools and society and while there is no canon interaction between Billy and a Eddie, it’s canon that Steve calls Eddie a freak and he is very aware of Eddie’s reputation. If anyone was going to casually bully Eddie, it would be King Steve. Like, just be honest with yourselves.

Regardless if you like Billy, you have to understand what motivates him in order to write him authentically. Treating him as this boogeyman that you can add to any story to introduce conflict is so lazy and ridiculous. Even antagonists have motivations and you have to be mindful of them or else everything becomes out of character. People severely overestimate how much Billy gives a shit about what other people are doing. At this point, people just ignore the fact that Billy has said he doesn’t care or doesn’t give a shit about others.

All Billy cares about is surviving. His entire life has been about surviving Neil, and coping (often badly) with the consequences of his abuse. If he ever interacted with Eddie at all, it would be for drugs which is one of his unhealthy coping mechanisms. Why would he alienate the one person who can provide him with what he needs on a regular basis? Billy is a pragmatic person, and everything he does has a purpose even if it makes him look like the bad guy. Please just use your fucking brain when you write about him.

[starryeyedjanai]

kinktober prompt: overstimulation | stommy | explicit | 3.8k part 1 here | steve's hands on sex-ed series on ao3 summary: Whenever Tommy comes to him alone, without Carol, Steve can almost always count on getting close to or reaching his record number of orgasms that night because Tommy's always got something new he wants to try out.

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Whenever Tommy comes to him alone, without Carol, Steve can almost always count on getting close to or reaching his record number of orgasms that night because Tommy's always got something new he wants to try out.

He's always got some new thing, a technique or a kink or a toy, that he wants to try on with Steve before he brings it to Carol. Steve doesn't feel weird about being Tommy's guinea pig when it means he gets a night of Tommy trying his hardest to get things right, to be so good for him and make him come over and over so he can present whatever new shiny thing it is to Carol without any doubt that he'll be able to get her off with it. It's a fun little system they've got.

Carol gets to reap the benefits of everything being tested on Steve beforehand and Steve gets, well - he usually gets Tommy being an unreserved service top, so eager to please him and make him come.

So when Tommy presents him with his cock locked in a cage, he's not entirely sure where the night is headed.

"So you're not fucking me tonight?" Steve asks, a little confused. He's fine with fingering Tommy while he wears a cock cage, maybe grabbing a vibrator and pressing it inside against his prostate until he's shaking and leaking come from his soft cock, but that wasn't exactly what he was gearing up for when he got the standard u busy? text from Tommy an hour ago.

Tommy takes a deep breath and says, "I'll still fuck you, just. Not with my cock."

Steve looks at the nervous way Tommy bites his lip, the way his hand is curled around the cage around his cock, and he gets it. His lips curl up into a smile.

"You have the key?" he asks because it's probably not safe to play if he doesn't, but luckily Tommy nods, grabbing his coat and pulling it out of one of the pockets.

He presses it into Steve's hands when he turns his palm up. It's attached to a necklace - dainty, one of Carol's. The chain is long enough for him to slip it over his head without undoing the clasp and the key sits securely against his chest.

When Tommy's done getting undressed - because he did just kind of shove his pants down to his thighs to show Steve his cock all wrapped up and pretty in its cage - Steve asks him, "So are you gonna use one of my cocks to fuck me or one of Carol's?" just to see him blush. Because he's still shy about all this, about the three of them doing shit like this.

Tommy didn't bring a bag, so he knows he's going to be using one of Steve's harnesses and cocks to fuck him, but he loves seeing the way Tommy flushes at the question.

They've been playing together for months now, but he still gets shy about it, about trying new stuff. It's why this protocol of trying things out on Steve before bringing them to Carol works better for them all - Tommy is a little bit less nervous to mess up with Steve than he is with Carol.

Maybe because they've known each other the longest, maybe because he knows there's nothing he could do - not this kind of stuff anyway - that would make Steve leave.

Steve is one hundred percent sure there's nothing he could do to scare Carol off at this point either, but if it makes Tommy feel better and more secure about asking for what he wants, Steve is willing to take one for the team. It's not really a hardship - a night full of orgasms, even when things don't exactly go to plan, more than makes up for any mishaps or awkward moments.

In the bedroom, Steve helps Tommy into one of his harnesses - a soft pink leather one - and has a flashback of helping Carol into her first harness.

It's a night he remembers frequently, watching Tommy take it, watching Carol gain confidence as she fucked him.

It kind of feels like it's coming full circle, he thinks, as he tightens the straps so the harness is snug on Tommy.

Steve grabs one of his vibrating dildos for Tommy to snap into the harness - it's not the biggest, but it has a fat head and Steve can control the vibrations with a remote. He wonders how the vibrations will feel for Tommy, with the base of the dildo flush against his pubic bone above his cock cage.

He lays a towel down over a pillow and lays down on the bed with the pillow underneath his hips. He looks at Tommy, standing there, waiting for him to tell him what he wants him, where he wants him. He grins at him.

Tommy standing there with his fist around Steve's purple dildo instead of his own dick is quite a sight. Steve's usually the one with the dildo strapped to him, not the other way around.

Steve says, "Get me ready?" because he likes to come at least once before getting fucked and Tommy loves going down on him.

He cleaned himself up when he got the text, showering and cleaning himself thoroughly, but Tommy usually likes fingering him open and getting him off himself, so he left it at that.

Tommy nods once and climbs on bed, getting between Steve's spread thighs. There's a moment where he forgets that the dick attached to him isn't the one he's normally used to operating, when he tries to lie flat on his stomach and the dildo, which is more rigid than his dick, prevents him from doing so comfortably.

He gets his knees underneath him instead and gets his mouth on Steve before he can say anything about his small blunder.

He wasn't going to be mean about it, but Tommy puts his mouth to work like he thinks Steve was - sucking his dick into his mouth immediately and licking at him exactly the way he knows Steve likes.

He uses his thumbs to spread Steve open and licks his cunt. He licks from his hole to his dick over and over, stopping to suck noisily at Steve's dick every other time.

Steve never lasts long when it comes to his first orgasm, not by his own hand and especially not when Tommy is sucking him like he missed the taste of him, like he's been waiting for this, waiting and wanting and hungry for him.

He gets his hands in Tommy's hair and guides him back up to his dick when he gets close so that Tommy can suck him through it when he comes - not that he needs to, Tommy knows him well enough that he'd do it on his own.

Tommy gets his mouth on Steve's cock again and Steve is coming, jerking his hips up against Tommy's mouth, shuddering through it with a groan.

Tommy sucks him through the aftershocks and then when Steve lets go of his hair, he licks through the mess, sighing at the taste of Steve's slick dripping out of him. He licks around his hole, his tongue delving inside to chase the taste, the faint stretch of his tongue making Steve drop his head back and moan.

Tommy gets a couple fingers inside him alongside his tongue and Steve lets him stretch him open, indulging in the way Tommy curls his fingers and pinpoints his g-spot right away, making Steve clench around his fingers.

He puts a third finger in him and goes back to licking at his dick.

Steve rocks his hips against his mouth, fucking himself on his fingers. His second orgasm builds almost as quickly as the first with Steve grinding his dick against Tommy's tongue.

He crests through it, his cunt clenching around Tommy's fingers. The sound of Tommy fucking his fingers in and out is loud and wet.

Tommy pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue, going so deep Steve can feel his teeth pressing against him. He licks into him and brings his thumb up to stroke Steve's cock like he wants him to come again, rubbing him with quick strokes, but Steve doesn't want to come again on Tommy's tongue. He wants Tommy to fuck him with his own strap, so he pulls at his hair to get get him to stop.

Tommy comes up for air grinning, licking his lips salaciously.

Steve rolls his eyes, but pulls him up and into a kiss anyway, licking the taste of his slick from Tommy's mouth.

Tommy lines his cock up - Steve's dildo, he almost forgot for a second - and presses inside, the stretch different from any other time Tommy has fucked him.

The dildo he chose is thin with a bulbous head, perfect for slipping inside and grinding against his g-spot, the vibrations bringing him close quick, usually making him squirt all over his bed from the overstimulation.

Attached to Tommy, it's even more dangerous. Even with just his regular dick, Tommy is insanely good at finding the right angle to hit Steve's g-spot and he's good at rocking his hips just right so that he keeps pressing against it, keeps grinding against it until Steve is babbling and coming all over them.

The fact that the dick he's using right now isn't his doesn't seem to make a difference actually. With the way he slides it inside Steve's cunt, his hole stretching wide until the head slips inside, and then angles it to hit Steve's g-spot right away, it seems like Tommy didn't need the practice after all.

Steve tilts his head back so Tommy doesn't see the way his eyes cross when he rocks the strap right against his g-spot.

He breathes through his nose and collects himself. His head flops back on the pillow and he looks up at Tommy, who's looking back at him, always looking back at him.

He and Tommy both shiver as Steve uses the remote in his hand to turn the vibration on low.

Tommy hesitates for a moment and Steve is sure it's the fact that his cock is trying to get hard in its cage. He isn't sure for a moment if Tommy's going to be able to do this, but Tommy only stays still for a few seconds before he starts thrusting again.

It's good, the vibration pressing right up against his g-spot as Tommy rocks his hips in shallow thrusts.

Steve luxuriates in the feeling for a moment because Tommy knows his body well and he knows exactly how to work him up, fucking in with short strokes that almost have Steve's legs shaking. He only lets himself get lost in the feeling for a minute before turning the vibrations up to the max setting.

He sometimes likes to draw it out, let the slow hum of the vibrations inside him drive him crazy until he has to turn it up, until he's on the edge and needs it to be more intense in order to come.

But he wants to see Tommy lose it a little. He's not normally into tears during sex, but sometimes he likes to see Tommy cry, tears clinging to his lashes as Steve edges him or fucks him with a vibrator.

There's something about it - the desperation he can feel from Tommy maybe - that makes it different from other people he sleeps with.

He likes having the power to reduce him to tears. It's a heady feeling that he doesn't seek out often, but when he does, it's always intensely satisfying.

The shock of the vibrator being turned up has Tommy gasping and fucking in deep. He drops down with his forearms on either side of Steve's head, spreading his legs wider, and humps into him like he can't help it.

"'S that good for you, baby?" he asks as if he can't see the flush that's spread all the way down Tommy's chest, can't see the way his eyes are hazy and unfocused already.

His bottom lip trembles a little as he nods and he leans further down, pressing his lips to Steve's.

Steve opens his mouth for him immediately, licking across Tommy's tongue as he fucks him with quick strokes. He sucks Tommy's tongue into his mouth, closing his eyes as the muscles in his stomach clench.

He feels something wet hit his cheek and he opens his eyes as Tommy pulls back from the kiss. His eyelashes are clumped together with unshed tears and Steve groans.

Tommy pushes his face into Steve's neck, biting at his collarbone.

Steve's got no chance of dragging this out, the vibrations intense and deep inside him, Tommy losing control - it's all doing it for him way too much for him to hold off.

He's tensing up just as quickly as his first orgasm, shuddering through it as Tommy rabbits his hips into him.

His thighs are shaking for real now, but he doesn't turn the vibration down. He can feel the wetness of Tommy's tears on his neck and that makes the overstimulation worth it.

Tommy's making these little noises, almost too quiet to hear, but Steve knows how he sounds when he's close, and he knows that Tommy must be riding the edge of something, cock soft in its cage and probably making a mess on the bed underneath him.

The rolling pleasure doesn't stop as Tommy keeps going, as the vibrations keep going, and Steve knows he's going to gush the second he touches his dick.

He gets a hand between them and rubs his fingers on his dick quickly.

His moans are starting to sound more like whimpers as he feels the warm gush of wetness as he squirts all over the both of them and the towel underneath him.

The sound of Tommy fucking into him gets wetter and louder because of it and Steve feels the prickle of tears behind his own eyes, the stimulation becoming too much for even him.

He clicks the remote he's still clutching to turn the vibrations off.

A shudder runs through Tommy still, and he pulls back to look down at Steve, his face wet with his tears.

Steve pulls him down into a kiss, licking at the tears that have tracked down onto his lips.

He kisses him deeply, dragging a sigh out of him as he stops shaking with the vibrations finally gone.

"Pull out," he says, and Tommy does, gripping the base of the dildo like he would if it was his own cock softening inside Steve and pulling it out of him. Steve groans as the head of the dildo stretches his hole as Tommy pulls out.

Steve rolls them over, pushing Tommy onto his back on the bed.

He gets between his legs to look at his cock, trapped in its cage as it is, leaking, and so fucking red. God, he wants it in his mouth.

He looks up at Tommy's face and it's equally as red, his freckles blending into the heat on his face. He leans in and kisses him again, slower, savoring the feeling of their tongues pressing together.

He pulls back and sits on his haunches between Tommy's spread legs.

He puts his hand over Tommy's cock and Tommy hisses.

"Sensitive?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

Tommy nods quickly. "I'm so fucking sensitive, Stevie."

He grits his teeth as Steve dips his hand lower to grab his balls. He strokes his thumb over the seam gently.

"How do you want to come?" he asks. He's seen videos before with guys in cages who press vibrators inside themselves and come their brains out despite their cocks being mostly soft, so it's not a question of feasibility. He wants to know if Tommy wants out of it.

Met with needing to make a decision, Tommy looks a little lost like he normally does, and Steve is prepared to make a decision for him, but he surprises him by saying, "If you use the vibrator on me, uh. In me or on me, I'll come."

Steve smiles at him and says, "Thank you for telling me what you want." He leans in again and brushes their lips together chastely, just a soft press before he slides down Tommy's body.

Steve looks at the dildo strapped into the harness, dripping with his slick and he gets an idea.

Tommy looks down at him and Steve looks back at him through his lashes as he puts his mouth on the dildo, tasting himself.

Tommy groans at the sight, and Steve takes it in deeper, licking around the shaft. Even though Tommy can't feel it, he's shifting and whining like he can.

Steve pulls off and loosens the straps on the harness, working it off Tommy's body. He unfastens the dildo from the harness because he didn't think to grab another vibrator before, so this one will have to do.

He puts his mouth on Tommy's cock, which is leaking and wet in its cage, and Tommy moans, loud and long, at the feeling of his tongue pressing through the bars of his cage to touch his skin.

He licks at him, licking the slick mess off the cage, dipping his tongue in to play with his slit, listening to Tommy whimper about it.

He pulls back and switches the vibrator on, pressing it against Tommy's cock cage. He wraps his fist around the both of them, like he would if he was wearing it and jerking both him and Tommy off.

Tommy groans and lets out a shaky breath.

Steve turns the vibrator all the way up again and pulls back to press it against Tommy's balls.

Tommy moans loudly, his hips bucking up.

"Stay still," Steve says, throwing an arm over Tommy's hips to keep them pressed to the bed as he slides his thumb under Tommy's balls, keeping them pressed tight to the dildo vibrating in his hand.

The whines leaving Tommy's mouth as the vibrations get him closer have Steve's dick throbbing between his legs.

It only takes another minute of this before Tommy's crying out and shaking as his cock twitches in the cage and starts spurting out come.

His come is thin and translucent as it spills from his cock, dripping down the sides of his cage. Both his cock and the cage are wet, completely covered in his come.

Tommy's sobbing as Steve pulls the dildo back and switches it off, small tremors going through his body.

Steve moves up the bed to straddle Tommy's waist.

"Okay?" he asks, rubbing his hands up and down Tommy's chest.

Tommy nods, his eyes glassy and unfocused, still sniffling.

"Can I sit on your face?" Steve asks, the need still coursing through him from watching Tommy come like that.

"Yes," Tommy whispers, his voice thick.

He gets on his knees above Tommy's face and Tommy pulls him down against him, his mouth soft and open as he licks at him.

Tommy presses his tongue inside his wet cunt as Steve grinds down on his face, getting him wet with it.

His cock grinds against Tommy's nose and he groans.

"Suck me," he says, positioning his dick at Tommy's mouth.

Tommy sucks his cock into his mouth and presses two fingers inside him. He sucks hard, the sound of his slurps loud in the quiet of Steve's bedroom.

Steve whines as Tommy's fingers press against his g-spot, a shiver running through him.

It doesn't take long for him to come, his cunt dripping even more slick onto Tommy's fingers as he clenches around them.

He lets Tommy lick him through it, his tongue gentle on him after his cunt stops clenching.

Tommy pulls his fingers out and puts his tongue on his hole, licking the slick mess he's made.

After a minute, Steve pulls himself up and off of Tommy, settling on his side next to him as he comes down.

He leans in and kisses him, just a soft press of their lips.

Steve grabs a bottle of water from the bedside table and opens it, draining half of it and passing it to Tommy.

He helps Tommy sit up and watches as Tommy drinks the rest of the water slowly.

In the bathroom, he helps Tommy take the cage off his cock and helps clean him up. His cock is a mess, covered in come, wet and shiny in the bathroom light.

He uses a washcloth to clean up the come and Tommy hisses at the touch, no matter how soft Steve tries to make it.

When they're done showering and cleaning up, Tommy slips back onto the bed and Steve joins him.

"God, you didn't need my help at all," Steve muses as he sinks back into the sheets, his muscles nice and lax the way they get after a good fucking.

He curls around Tommy, content to lay here for at least a few minutes. He knows Tommy probably isn't staying long - he never does - but he likes taking care of him while he's here at least, cuddling with him, getting him water or snacks if he needs it.

"I- Carol and I, we tried this last week. Wanted to make sure it was good for you," Tommy says sleepily, yawning right in Steve's face and Steve freezes.

Steve thinks his heart skipped a heart because he feels off-beat, off center, and off balance.

They don't do that.

Steve's not the one Tommy's ever trying to impress.

So Tommy and Carol trying this out, making sure Tommy knew what to do and how to move with the strap - that feels like something more real than what they've been doing this whole time.

It feels-

There are feelings swirling around in his chest that he's not sure how to handle.

Something must be showing in his expression because Tommy brings his hand up to Steve's face, cupping his jaw as he leans in to kiss him.

Steve lets himself be kissed, his heart beating fast in his chest at the gentle way Tommy's touching him and kissing him.

Tommy pulls back and asks, "Do you want to come back to Carol's with me?"

It's something he asks sometimes after nights like this. And Steve always says no.

He's never put much weight to it, thinking Tommy's just looking out for him.

Tommy has Carol to take care of him if he drops after he leaves, but if Steve were to drop, he'd have no one here with him. So he thought it was that - just Tommy trying to be a good friend.

But with the way Tommy's looking at him, with the knowledge that he and Carol tried out this thing for him this time - he's thinking there's more to it than that now.

For the first time since this all started, he says yes.

[frankthesnek]

✨️ Stony 2024 Round 1 Bingo! ✨️

I got a Bingo guys!!!

This was really fun to participate in, and I got to write some awesome fics! Here is everything I posted for this round 🥰

Drafts: 99+ (rated T)

In the wake of losing Tony, Pepper returns the burner phone Steve had given him years ago. Steve thinks Tony never used it, but he doesn't realize how wrong he is.

And the Whole World Knows it (rated M)

When a sex tape of them gets leaked, Tony is unbothered. Steve, on the other hand, is quite upset. Tony tries to find a way to make him feel better about the situation.

The Oath (rated E)

Tony has been in love with the head of his King's Guard for some time, despite never having seen the man without his helm or armor. His feelings had been easy enough to ignore because loving someone with no face didn't seem real, but when Sir Rogers' face is finally revealed to him—ignoring his desire becomes all but impossible. Tony finds that his knight is everything he had been dreaming of (and quite a bit more than he could have imagined).

Why Wait (rated E)

It was their third (official) date. Tradition implied that it ended in sex, but Tony still couldn't tell if that was on the table for Steve yet. Steve very enthusiastically answers that question.

Animal I Have Become (rated E)

Being injured and stranded behind enemy lines is pretty much old news for Tony and Steve at this point. However, this time it comes with a twist—Steve's injuries send him into rut. When Tony refuses to abandon his friend there's only one way things can play out.

Administrative Access Only (rated E)

Ever since Tony had called him to the workshop and shown off his shiny new suit with all its pretty gold panels and fancy new features, Steve couldn't stop thinking about it. Being attracted to the Iron Man armor was nothing new to Steve. It was a fantasy he kept in his back pocket for when he was alone and horny and desperate to come. But he had never acted on it... until now.

You Look Like the 4th of July (rated E)

“Hmmm, you look like the 4th of July.... Makes me wanna hotdog reeeeal bad.” (or, Tony gives Steve a birthday blowjob, while he's in his Cap uniform.)

Namaste (rated E)

It was hard for Steve to believe this place was real. The lakehouse with chickens and a farm dog and children’s toys scattered around the backyard and deck. Tony had grown into his age and wisdom and settled into a soft domestic life. Sometimes Steve felt guilty, like he was hijacking Tony's life because he himself had never found the one to settle down and start a life. But now, things were different for them both. Softer and simpler, and maybe that loving domestic life was not as far off as Steve had thought.

Three Words, Two Words (rated T)

Tony doesn't realize how much weight his question of, "you trust me?" holds for Steve in Endgame. Those three little words bring some realizations to the surface for Steve and, impulsive as ever, he acts on them.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Sonic Prime positivity headcanons?

Hello, my dear!❤️✨

Positivity headcanons… hmm! Okay, I’ve got some:

When Green Hill was restored—just a bit after Shadow took the prism and before the picnic on the beach—Sonic made sure to give each of his friends a very, very long hug. Especially Tails.

Shadow learns to accept hugs from Sonic and to not fight him. Sure, he still flops around like a noodle in Sonic’s arms, but he grows to like them.

Sonic has an irrational fear of the dentist. It’s usually a team effort to get him to go and stay with him. He’s much more willing to go if he gets either a lollipop at the end, or gets to dig around in the prize box for a small Cracker Jack toy.

Shadow and Sonic use the prism every once in a while to check in on everyone in different shatter spaces.

Shadow and Sonic are very, very close after restoring the shatter-verse.😏

All of the palm trees have names, as well as a back storySonic and Amy get really offended if you don’t address them by their names (Their personal favorite is “Steve,” he lives by the beach and daydreams of being a chef).

None of them (except for Amy) knows how to cook. Sonic and Tails are notorious for setting fires in the kitchen and burning food.

Rebel and Renegade run for public office and win in a landslide. They’re marketing campaign consisted of eco-friendly reconstruction and more palm trees to plant.

Rusty and Black Rose sail across No Place in search of mystical gems and shiny gold rings. They’re also an old sea tale (that Catfish 100% “did not” make up) of them slaying a water monster that swallowed glowing rocks.

Prim and Thorn learn to mend their relationship and talk a bit more about their feelings. They bond over throwing spears and planting trees.

Gnarly is convinced that werehogs are real and sets traps for them all around the Bozcage Maze.

Nine reprogram the Alphas to have free will. They think and feel, but keep him company. Nine knows that it’s not the same, but he’s content with the company.

The Chaos Council are still drifting through the Void and spend more time arguing with each other than before.

Sonic has severe separation anxiety.

Big, New Yoke Big (would his name be “Smalls?” I’m calling him Smalls), Hangry, and Catfish like to take naps in high places. Whether it’s in trees, the ship’s sails, or on the roof, he likes to find a quiet place to nap.

Of all of the crew members on the Kracken that have a bounty on their head, Froggy has the biggest reward money. His crimes are too horrific to ignore.

Mangey makes a really good fruit salad.

Rouge knows everyone’s deepest and darkest secrets. She likes to playfully tease her friends about it once in a blue moon.

If Sonic and his friends go on walks in the forest, everyone needs to stop and let Amy talk to the birds. She loves the Flickies and can name every species.

Shadow guards the damned 4th chaos emerald (and the Paradox Prism) with his life.

[chrissyc86]

hey can you write a Robin Buckley x reader ficset in season 3 where they both get high off of that Russian drug and end up confessing they like each other while high?

Thanks

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Definitely! Thank you for your request!! I only do one-shots though, since I’m writing an entire story on Wattpad already…But Enjoy🫶

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In this one-shot: Being high, stranger things season 3 spoilers, panic attack, fluff, gayness.

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She Smiles

When you got your little summer job in the brand new Starcourt Mall, as an employee at ‘Scoops Ahoy!’, you expected you’d be scooping ice cream, handing out napkins, looking ridiculous and getting annoyed by kids.

What you definitely did not expect, was getting into some russian base with 2 kids you didn’t know, a popular jerk who turned out not to be that much of a jerk, and the most amazing, most funny, most gorgeous girl you had ever seen.

Robin Buckley.

A girl with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, cute freckles and cool jewelry. Gosh she even managed to look good in that ridiculous ‘Scoops Ahoy!’ uniform. She was around your height, and had great humor. Sarcasm, mostly.

You weren’t sure why you thought about her that much, or why felt so happy when she was around, or why you felt like you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her. You had known her since kindergarten so you probably just considered her a great friend. What else?

But here you were.

In a russian base.

With your co-workers Steve and Robin.

Scared.

Cold.

Drugged.

Only the drugs hadn’t kicked in yet.

For you, at least.

You had lost the two younger kids, Erica and Dustin. And now you were tied to a chair. In a small room. With Steve and…Robin…

Steve was beaten, Robin was panicking and you were awfully calm for this situation. You were scared, yes. But so deeply in shock that it made you calm. Seeing Robin be so scared broke your heart though.

“Robin…Robin listen to me..” you whispered.

“No- This is- No. This is fucked up, how are you two so calm?!” she said, her voice breaking slightly.

“I’m scared too just…shocked” seeing Steve in the corner of your eye made you let out a soft sigh. “And Steve’s passed out, I think.”

“..’m not…” The boy mumbled.

“Steve! Don’t scare me like that, I thought you were dead, you dingus..!” Robins voice still sounds panicked but also relieved.

Steve’s chuckle sounds light but absent at the same time.

You stay quiet while Robin and Steve chat about whatever. You feel this painful sting building up in your chest. Cause it seems almost like Robin and Steve like each other. Why should you care. Why do you suddenly feel this intense anger towards Steve? The guy did nothing wrong.

Probably just protective over your best friend, you convince yourself. Yet something feels off.

Before you have time to figure that out, a Russian man from the base and a…Doctor? Enter the room. And that didn’t feel right at all. The doctor starts taking stuff out of his bag. Sharp stuff. You can’t quite see what, but Robin can, since she’s facing in that direction. And of course she gets more stressed.

“Would now be a good time to tell you guys that I don’t like doctors..?”

The man faces Steve. “Let’s try this again, shall we?” his Russian accent sure is noticeable. “Who do you work for.”

“Scoops..” Steve chuckles. It causes Robin to laugh as well, and for some reason that makes you three laugh all together. “Scoops Ahoy..”

The man ignores it and continues speaking to Steve. “How did you find us.”

“Totally by accident..” More chuckles.

The man says something in Russian, to the Doctor, who grabs a sharp thing.

“What is that shiny little toy..?” Steve slurs his words slightly.

Robin looks worried.

The doctor goes towards Steve.

The sharp thing goes towards Steve.

To hurt.

Torture.

All three of you freak out.

“Woah wait no wait- stop- wai-“

“It was a code! A code, we heard a code!!” Buckley panics.

…

“What code.”

Robin can’t find her words due both anger and fear so you jump in.

“..’The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west..’ That stuff.”

“You broadcast, that stupid spy shit…All over town,” Robin chuckles in a mocking way. “and we picked it up on our Cerebro. And we cracked it in a day! A day!” More mocking chuckles. “You think, you’re sooo smart, but, a couple of kids who..scoop ice cream! for a living! Cracked your code in a day.”

“And now, people know you’re here.” you add.

“Who knows we are here?!” The man says angry, adding something in Russian that you can’t understand.

Steve speaks up “uh, well…Dustin..”

“Uhm- Steve..” you try to cut him off.

“Yeah! Dustin Henderson…he knows w-“

“Steve!!” Robin cuts him off.

“Dustin Henderson…Is this your small curly haired friend?” The man continues.

Steve laughs. Why the fuck does he laugh. And why the fuck does he keep talking about Dustin…Did they beat the sense out of him or something? But soon you feel the drugs kicking in as well. And while Steve and Robin got a laugh-kick out of it, you on the other hand, you get scared. And your vision gets blurry. You stare at your shoes but it’s all blurry.

You don’t even hear what they’re saying anymore as you’re suddenly overcome by this great fear all in your system. Realization. Realization that you are stuck. Stuck in a Russian base. There’s torture devices. There’s guns. There’s more. They won’t hesitate to kill you, and it scares the shit out of you.

You start thinking about everyone you know which sounds stupid but the idea of never seeing them again terrifies you.

Suddenly an alarm goes off but you only hear it slightly. Because now you are panicked. Now you do feel stress. And now you’re definitely not calm.

The doctor and man leave for some reason and Robin and Steve are left with you, laughing their asses off.

But you feel light-headed.

And sick.

And scared.

And your vision is blurry.

And tears start rolling down your cheeks.

And you only hear a long ringing in your ears.

And all the other sounds fade away.

And…

And…

And then you hear your name.

“Hey- hey, hey…Y/N?? Y/N, talk to me okay?” your favorite voice ever sounds.

But you can’t get any words out due the jumpy and annoying way your breathing has taken right now.

“Y/N, it’s okay…Please don’t cry, we’re gonna make it out of here..! R-Right Steve?”

“Yeah, totally…Yeah Dustin and Erica are on their way and we’ll be out of here in no time..don’t worry…” Steve agrees, his voice much calmer and more soothing now.

But you still can’t get words out. Only one, choked out between sobs. “I- ..m….sor- sorry…”

“Nonono, it’s okay don’t apologize please…you’ve got me and Steve to protect you, we’re gonna be out here in no time. I’ll be your knight in shining armor.”

You giggle softly.

“Seee!! there she is…that sounds much better than those sobs.” Robin smiles.

You sniff, finally calming down from your panic attack when suddenly, as said, Dustin and Erica enter the room, freeing the three of you. A relieved sigh can be heard from pretty much all of you.

“Come on let’s get out of here, nerds.” Erica says once you’re all ready to go.

The entire (,quite bumpy) drive, Robin and Steve are laughing their asses off again. About everything and nothing. But you’re quiet. This time not because of panic or shock, but because Robins arm is resting around your waist slightly.

And while she’s almost violently swinging her other arm cause of the laugh attacks with Steve, she makes sure she doesn’t accidentally hit you. And the arm around your waist stays still. And it makes you feel warm. Too warm, but in a nice way.

You’re zoned out entirely while making your way back to Starcourt Mall with Robin, Steve and the two kids. Once you’re there, Steve, Robin, Dustin and Erica went to see a movie. But you head back to Scoops Ahoy, with the excuse that you forgot something there. Which was a lie.

At Scoops, you sat down on one of the chairs. Thinking. Staring. You felt like you had a fever. And you felt like crying every once in a while when your brain reminded you of the fact that Robin probably had a crush on Steve. Why? Were you jealous? Did you have a crush on Steve? No, definitely not. No offense Steve.

You sit there for about 30 minutes just staring and thinking. And crying a bit. But you are snapped out of your thoughts by someone walking towards you. You quickly sniff and wipe your tears, turning around to see her standing there.

“Hi, I thought you’d still be here..”

“Oh, how come?”

Robin chuckles. “Cause you said you were going here…? I mean, I was a bit worried you had been kidnapped by Russians again butttt luckily you’re okay.”

You nod.

She frowns.

“That is…if you actually are okay?”

“mhm, ‘m fine…Where’s Steve?” you ask.

“Probably still throwing up in the restroom.” she smirks. “We talked for a while, but his stomach ain’t strong I guess. So I went to look for you.”

“Talked..? so uh, so you confessed? And you’re dating now?”

“Woah- What?!”

“Yeah- I- Don’t worry, I knew it, he obviously had a think for y-“

“What?? No Y/N. No. He- Uhm. No. I don’t like him!” She chuckles. “Wow I can’t believe you thought that! I mean, he did too. He did confess to me but then I said ‘hey man I’m not really into you or any guy, too bad’. Or something like that at least.”

You giggle as well. “Not into any guy? How come?”

Robin stays silent. And you suddenly understand.

“Oh shit…I-“ you start.

“Don’t tell anyone please”

“I won’t, I won’t..”

“Thanks..”

She stares into your eyes. A bit too long. And you realize something as well.

“Robin I think I might like you..” you blurt out and then watch her eyes widen.

“Really?”

“Yeah- I- sorry..I don’t know why I said tha- that was weir-“

Your words are cut off by the feeling of Robins lips pressed onto yours. For a good 12 seconds. Probably the best 12 seconds you’ve ever experienced. You feel your heart aching for more when she pulls away with a cute grin.

“I...think I like you too, Y/N” Robin grins.

“so then-“

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She smiles widely.

“You’re quick with it huh..?” you chuckle. “but yes, I’d love to.”

Robin smiles. She smiles. At you. Only you. The girl you wanted to be friends with since kindergarten. The clumsy girl who said what was on her mind. The ‘weird’ girl. The girl that made it worth coming to school, just to see her smile. You always wished she’d look and smile at you for a change. And now she did.

Robin Buckley, your girlfriend.

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[scheodingers-muppet]

taylor time. last album at this point in time ! lover !!

I Forgot That You Existed - Steve and Tommy. you can decide if it’s platonic or not. “got out some popcorn as soon as my rep started going down” tommy leaving steve for billy. “would have fought the whole town” “sent me a clear message, taught me some hard lessons”

Cruel Summer - steddie. “bad boy, shiny toy with a price” eddie “the freak” munson. “devils roll the dice” hellfire dnd club…a game involving a lot of dice. “i’m not dying. you say that we’ll just screw it up in these trying times” you cannot convince me eddie wouldn’t be really nervous in the relationship.

Lover - steddie and byler. twofer, here. “i’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you” steve being popular in high school and everyone hitting on will throughout the show. “with every guitar string scar on my hand, i take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover” eddie with his guitar and “king” steve. “my hearts been borrowed and yours has been blue. alls well that ends well to end up you.” mike “borrowing” his heart out to el, but eventually ending up together. “swear to be over dramatic and true” eddie.

The Man - nancy. we’ve seen her getting frustrated with the blatant sexism in her field, being ignored and pushed down for being a woman. “they’d say i played the field before i found someone to commit to” and the slut shaming in season one. “when everyone believes ya, what’s that like?” and getting ignored and made fun of at her job in season 2. the bridge can also apply to guys in her life. “ranking in dollars and getting bitches and models” steve and tommy in season one (i’m willing to assuming tommy and steve bragged about getting with girls before carol and nancy) “and it’s all good if you’re bad and it’s okay if your mad” billy

The Archer - nancy again. “i’m ready for combat” always on edge after what happened with barb, always ready for the upside down to come back. “i’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you” we see her struggling wanting to open up in season 2, with her guilt with steve and letting barbs parents know what happened. “i ride off alone” becoming a bit of a loner and not making new friends after barb. “who could ever leave me darling? but who could stay?” her and steve breaking up, having issues with jonathan now. “all of my hero’s die all alone” barb died alone. she’s watching her mom raise them pretty much alone, with little to no help from her dad. “all of my enemies started out friends” her vecna traumas were her friends and peers. “they see right through me. can you see right through me?” having a strong shield but being scared and broken under it all

I Think He Knows - steddie. “his hands around a cold glass” the broken glass bottle. “wanna see what’s under that attitude” both sides, steve and his sarcasm and eddie and his standoff-ish-ness. “lyrical smile” (a reach, i know) “i’ll drive” paralleled with “harrington’s got her” just imagine steve gushing to robin like this LIKEEEEE COME ONNNNN

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince - stancy, when they got back together between season one and two. “i saw the scoreboard and ran for my life” nancy leaving after everything that happened. “we’re so sad we paint the town blue” both grieving and processing. “they whisper in the hallway she’s a bad bad girl” and the cheating rumors during season one. mainly, nancy is the perfect girl next door troupe on first glance, miss americana, the perfect symbol. steve is known for being smooth and popular and a flirt, a heartbreaker kinda deal

Paper Rings - jopper. “i’ve waited my whole life” “i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” “without all the ex’s, fights, and flaws, we wouldn’t be standing here so tall” they have their little family cause of their past, cause of the fights and exs and mistakes. joyce would also love just a little wedding in the back yard with inexpensive rings and just surrounded by their family and friends

Cornelia Street - steddie. I KNOW I SAY EVERY LOVE SONG IS STEDDIE BUT AHHHHH. anyways. “i get mystified by how this city screams your name” eddie thought king steve was still the king. “jacket around my shoulder is yours” eddie’s battle vest. “barefoot in the kitchen” so many steddie fics have them dancing or cuddling in the kitchen. SO MANY. and i think steve loves VERY deeply and would wrap around love like this.

Death By A Thousand Cuts - el and mike AND lumax. “chandeliers still flickering here” el messing with the lights with her powers. “i see you everywhere. the only thing we share is this small town” lucas seeing max at school but not being able to talk to her. “i look through the windows of this love even though we boarded them up” lucas wanting to try again, el fighting for mike back. “trying to find a part of me that you didn’t touch” mike helped el form who she is. “searching for signs in a haunted club” max’s happy place was the snow ball. “paper cut stings from our paper thin plans” el with the “from mike” letters.

London Boy - honestly no one. really just us with the british actors ig

False God - jancy. “the ocean separating us” and then going long distance. “the road gets hard when your guided by blind faith” the recent troubles in their relationship. i also just adore the idea of nancy viewing love as religious. like, she’s seen all the worst the world can give, with the upside down, losing her best friend, etc. easy to imagine her losing faith through that, so clinging on to something good she has in a religious since, like worshiping love or finding religion in being loved

You Need To Calm Down - el. i just think she’d like it

Afterglow - nancy. with who is up to you. but i think she has a tendency to self destruct and taking things out on the wrong people. see blowing up at steve when feeling guilty or fighting with her mom and jonathan when stressed. pushing away those there for her, even with being cold to robin at first. “put you in jail for something you didn’t do” “thought i had reason to attack, but no” “why’d i have to break what i love so much” “tell me that we’ll be just fine even when i lose my mind”

ME! - byler. “troubles gonna follow where i go” wills tied to the upside down. “i know i tend to make it about me” mike kinda ignoring will in season 3 and 4. “when we had that fight out in the rain” “living in winter, i am your summer” idk why but just really reminds me of them

It’s Nice To Have A Friend - elmax. “school bell rings, walk me home” “video games, you pass me notes” i like to imagine max taught el how to play dog dug. “20 questions, we tell the truth” “call you babe. have my back…every day”

Daylight - joyce. “love was as cruel as the cities i lived in” her ex was awful, and she wasn’t treated well by the town when will was missing. “i became the butt of the joke” “clearing the air, i breathed in the smoke” she used to skip class to smoke with hopper. “maybe i stormed out of every single room in this town” “in a 20-year dark night” i know it’s been longer since her and hooper met, but life without him in her day to day and then getting him back. the whole end is so her. “i just think that you are what you love”

[evansbby]

Would dark!Steve ever grow to love her or be soft towards her? Would he deny his feelings and eventually break? Would he actually cheat on her? Or would it take her being pregnant for him to soften? Just curious cause I love this fic and I love you and your writing!! You are extremely talented and creative! I hope you’re proud of yourself and your work!!😊

Just don’t forget to take time for yourself when needed and never feel guilty for taking a break.

Thank you!🩷🩷🩷🥹🥹

And I actually haven’t thought that far ahead! I don’t think he’d fuck any other women for the time being, bc reader is like a shiny new toy and he’s enamoured by her. I think he would soften up towards her but only just a little! But at the end of the day, she’s just an object to him! He’s pretty unhinged!

[braveclementine]

Chapter 16

Warnings: None (anyone can read this story)

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. I do not condone any copying of this.

𝓑𝓡𝓤𝓒𝓔 was still working on the pain medicine, so I did my best staying out of everyone's way. I didn't want Pepper to yell at me again, and I didn't want to hear Bucky and Steve fight again either. Especially not over me.

I debated about finding Billy and Tommy, before I remembered that they didn't live in the tower most of the time. Wanda and Vision had a house somewhere in New York that they stayed at instead.

I decided to explore a few more floors that I had never been to, to keep me occupied from doing anymore harm.

There was a floor that was made of what seemed like precious, fragile things. There were items made of glass on pedestals of marble. Paintings hung on walls in what seemed like gilded gold frames. None of the art that was actually on the canvas made any sense to me, but I liked the pretty swirls of colour.

Another floor seemed rather the same as the first floor, except that it seemed. . . less formal? There were several canvas' set up on easels, but none of them seemed filled with much colour. Some of them had gray and black outlines on them, as though they were in the middle of being drawn.

There were lots of beige, baggy cloths that covered the walls and floor, dotted with paint drips. There were a couple of completed paintings that hung on the very back wall. One was of a woman with deep brown hair and full red lips.

Another was of Bucky, looking shiny on the canvas. He was wearing a strange uniform outfit that was almost a beige, or perhaps an olive green.

Another was of me in Bucky's arms.

Actually, a lot of the drawings were of Bucky or of Bucky and me.

I was starting to think that maybe one of the Avengers knew how to paint and draw. Probably, considering the popular topic of the art, was Steve. I wondered who the brown haired lady was. Their soulmate?

A third floor had lots of pointy things on the walls. Most of them were straight or mostly straight. They were almost all in a silvery colour, though it varied on whether these blades were dull or shining. There were a couple of weapons that really just looked like big sticks with points. They were even made of wood.

There were several dozen bows and arrows, all of different sizes and makes. It was very strange, seeing all of these weapons on a wall. Why were they on a wall? What were they defending from? Why had they let them collect a layer of dust? Didn't they need these for their missions?

But it was the fourth floor that I liked the most.

When it opened up, I mewed happily as there were many, many bright colours.

The floor changed from tile or wood, to something very squishy and pleasant. The floor was multi-coloured, seemingly like big large puzzles pieces put together. I think it was made of foam and it covered the floor from corner to corner.

There were thousands of toys spread out everywhere. A dollhouse with twenty dolls laying around it, heaps of doll clothes laying around the dolls. There were orange trucks with different mechanisms so that they did different things.

There were trains with faces on them, sitting stationary on a large track that also seemed to cover the room.

I wondered why the trains had faces.

There were plastic animals that littered the floor and I knew all of them by name because of the tests that I had to run with Fury's assistants. A plastic white sheep. That dotted thing was a cow.

In nature, if I were to have seen these animals in real life, I would have known what they were. But seeing them in plastic casing were different. I didn't know what they were until I was told. It was weird.

There were several doors in this room, all of them open either fully or halfway. Pleased with the first room, I made my way to the door on the left.

I opened up onto another balcony, the suns shining rays beaming down onto the large, very high, circular thing that sat there. I could smell some sort of chemical, though it wasn't heavy, and I hopped up onto the ladder stairs that was there, taking them carefully so I didn't fall one way or the other.

It seemed to be water, but it didn't smell like water. It smelled like a chemical and I wasn't as pleased with this as the other. So I hopped back down the ladder- in truth I didn't really like water period no matter how it smelled- and went back into the colorful room.

I trotted over to the next door and found that it too was outside. The walkway was far to large and wide to be called a balcony though. There was even green grass and it seemed to me that the only way it could be hanging off the side of Avengers Tower was magic.

Spread out all across this 'balcony' was what seemed like a very, very large playground. It too spread from one side of the 'balcony' to the next. It was definitely made of metal, with what seemed like ten thousand slides. Some were straight, some curved. Some had the tunnel thing over the slides and some were wide open.

There were a thousand tunnels for kids to climb through and several of those seats that you sit on and they spin so that you get dizzy. There was a strange wheel that looked like it would turn as well. . . like a smaller version of a carousel, without the horses. There were several straight beams with seats that I recognized from Mr. Peters house as a seesaw.

There was a huge swing set as well, along with this great big rope tower that connected to the playground. It went up into a point, made of a strong rope and metal bolts. I decided that eventually- not today- I would like to climb up to the top.

There was what looked like a low rock wall and though it didn't go as high as the rope tower, it was very wide, with several tunnels inside. The tunnels extended forever and perhaps even led to small rooms inside the rock.

All of this was propped up on a sort of squishy surface that was also hard. And also chunks of black pieces that sort of smelled like a black road.

I purred. I loved this room.

The next room was very different. It was painted in a light blue and pink colour, so pastel it could've passed for white. There was a large white rocking chair in the corner. There were a couple of toys in here as well, mostly small cars, and a few stuffed animals that came in brown bear, pink rabbit, and green caterpillar.

But there were also shelves upon shelves of books. The furniture that held the books were also white and all of the books were super thin, with colourful bindings and large words on the covers.

The last room was a surprise. The walls were a soft pink and the lights were very dim. There was a small, white bookcase in the corner that was half-filled with books. There was a blue, comfy squashy chair in the corner that had a book sitting in its seat. There was a light pink crib at the far corner of the wall, which had a mobile of tiny red and gold flying men on them, little flames coming out of their hands and feet.

I leapt up onto the crib, looking down, and was interested to see something moving in there. I leapt down onto the soft bedding of the crib, and sniffed at it.

It seemed like a human, but a very tiny one. I padded up to where its head was, its large brown eyes staring up at me.

I couldn't tell how old it was, nor could I really tell if it was a boy or a girl. I supposed by the colour scheme it must be a girl though.

One little hand reached out, grabbing my leg. It's grip was very firm, but not to tight.

I wondered if this is where the Avengers came from. If they trained these little people right here in their house to become a superhero. If so, this one must be a dud. It wasn't very strong. Or maybe it just needed more training.

I sniffed at her again, and found that I could smell milk. I let my nose lead me to where little sounds were babbling out of her lips at me. Small coos and what I thought might even be a laugh. There was white liquid on her lips and that was the milk.

I licked tentatively at the milk, feeling thirsty after my escapades. If she wasn't going to drink it, then I could and I would.

Or, at least, until that horribly familiar screeching started to screech again.

"NO!" Pepper shouted. I could hear the familiar clickety clack of her heels as she rushed towards the crib.

I looked up from where I was standing over the little human and Pepper picked me up by the scruff of my neck, tossing me to the floor. I tumbled over the carpet, shaking myself off from the roll.

Pepper was sobbing and I was scared and the little human was crying.

Pepper glared down at me with large, round blue eyes. I realized, strangely, that she was scared too. But why?

"Blizzard." Her voice was shaky, trembling as she clutched the little human to her chest. "You. You cannot. You cannot do that! You'll kill her. You need to go back. Go back to Buck and Steve and stay in your room. It is so irresponsible for them to let you wander wherever you want to!"

She bent down, picking me up by the scruff of my neck again. She held the little human in one arm. She stormed over to the already opening elevator and it started to descend before the doors were even closed.

I supposed robot lady was on Pepper's side.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. ban Blizzard from going anywhere but Roger-Barnes room and the kitchen." Pepper declared.

"Yes Mrs. Stark." F.R.I.D.A.Y. said.

My ears sunk down against my head in disappointment.

The elevator doors slid open and I found myself back in my home hallways, leading to my room. Which I guess was now my new cell.

Bucky rushed down the hallway, trying to grab me from Pepper's hands, but she swung me out of the way, causing me to mewl out in fear.

"Give her to me Pepper." Bucky growled.

"Where's Steve?" Pepper asked, ignoring Bucky.

"Right here." Steve said, leaning against the doorway of his bedroom. "What now?"

I tried to shrink up inside myself. It was like he had expected me to cause a problem. Maybe it was best that I was confined to this room.

Pepper's fingers tightened around the scuff of my neck. It was just loose fur and it wasn't like it hurt, but I still wiggled in her hand, uncomfortable.

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE YOUR CAT WAS?" She yelled at them. "NO! YOU DON'T! WELL I'LL TELL YOU! SHE WAS UPSTAIRS IN MORGANS NURSERY, LICKING MILK FROM HER LIPS AND SUFFOCATING HER! YOUR CAT ALMOST KILLED MY BABY!"

She shoved me into Bucky's arms and Bucky was quick in his reflexes to catch me, holding me to his firm chest.

"SHE'S A KITTEN!" Bucky roared right back at her. "SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANY BETTER PEPPER!"

"Bucky stop." Steve said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry Pepper, we really were trying to find her. She ran out after earlier this morning in the lab-"

"Also because of you." Bucky snapped.

Steve shot him a warning glance, "-and we'll keep a better eye on her-"

"I took care of that." Pepper said, holding Morgan with both arms now. "She's confined to this floor and our kitchen. F.R.I.D.A.Y. won't be taking her anywhere and none of you can override the commands."

Bucky's mouth dropped and Steve clamped a hand over it quickly. "Okay. And I'm really sorry about Morgan. I know Blizzard didn't mean any harm, but she doesn't know any better. It won't happen again, despite the restrictions on her moves, I promise."

Pepper just nodded, her face red and blotchy, eyes strained with tears. She turned on her heel and stomped away.

"Bucky-"

"They're treating her the way they treated me." Bucky spat. "And you know it Steve. She's not dangerous. You should know better."

Bucky stormed into the room that the two of them shared, slamming the door behind him. He let out a sob, putting me down in my cat bed, before curling up on the floor next to me.

I wanted to comfort him, wanted to lick his cheek and tell him it was alright. . . but what if I suffocated him like Morgan? What if I killed him? Pepper said I might've.

Bucky sniffled, opening his eyes to look at me. His eyes became even more sad when he saw me hunched down in a small ball.

He picked me up, placing me on his chest. I made sure there was no important arc reactor there so I didn't kill him there either.

There was not.

"You ignore Pepper, you hear me?" Bucky sniffled. "You're a good kitten and you've done nothing wrong. Ever. You're innocent and pure and you only ever try to help people. Don't change because of her Blizzard. You don't have to be scared of me, I promise."

"I don't want to hurt you." I mewed softly.

"Don't be sad." Bucky whispered again, petting me over the head. He lifted me up even higher. "Will you give me a kiss?"

"I don't want to kill you." I pleaded with round eyes.

"Please?" He begged.

I couldn't stand to see him beg. I tentatively licked his cheek. It was salty from the tears, and there was also that other taste from whatever soap he had used in the shower today. Something natural, like honey and lime.

A huge grin spread out across his face, so I licked him again and again. He started to laugh and I felt my spirits grow lighter.

Bucky had told me not to listen to Pepper and Bucky loved me. Bucky knew what was best for me, not Pepper. So I would not listen to Pepper.

I continued to plant kisses on Bucky until he rolled over, hugging me tightly. "God, I love you Blizzard. You make my life complete."

"I love you too Bucky. I wish you knew that I did." I meowed softly, crawling up his body so that I could curl up on the middle of his chest. He covered me with one hand, and we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

⬅️➡️

[nysocboy]

Gemstones Episode 3.4: Wieners, betrayal, a burning a-hole, and Kelvin at his jerkiest. With a nude Steve Zahn bonus

This is the G-rated version of the review, with no nudity or explicit sexual discussions.  

Title: "I Am Come Not to Bring Peace But a Sword." A famous quote from Jesus in Matthew 10:34.  Things are going to get dark. 

Some premium sex dolls:  Keefe and Taryn are leading a Teen and Parents Together "ice cream and wieners" party.  Keefe has apparently never done any ministry without Kelvin, so he is very nervous.  He is not wearing his "wedding ring," maybe worried that it would out him.

The parents point out that they know very little about Keefe, even though he is a youth minister, in charge of nurturing their children.   Before Keefe has a chance to answer any questions, Biker Clarence, the owner of the store that he bought out drops by to praise him for buying "every last butt buzzer I had in stock!"   He invites Keefe to check out the new merchandise coming in: "We got some premium sex dolls!"  Inappropriate, dude! You're in an ice cream shop. Don't you notice the kids around? 

Taryn and Keefe assure the parents that "it's not what you think."  That is, Keefe isn't actually gay, he bought the toys for a project "we did with your kids."  Even worse!  But didn't the parents know about Smut Busters?  You have to get permission slips every time you take the kids off church property.

Loud and Proud:  We see the beginning of the service, a Christian rock number, with May-May disapproving and Cousin Karl loving it.  Then it's time for the family dinner at Jason's Steakhouse, and a practically endless series of queer codes.  Interesting that the guys start being obviously a couple immediately after the Cousin's Night romantic interlude.

May-May disapproves of her sons' silk suits: too shiny, "like a lady's neglige.  A little loud and proud for me."  In other words, they make the boys look gay.  Jesse yells at her for "talking trash." Implying that someone is gay constitutes "talking trash"? That's homophobic, dude.

Judy defends the boys from the "accusation," saying that they are attractive to women. So youturn gay because you can't find a woman?  Laying on the homophobia, aren't we?

As he listens to his family's homophobic banter, Kelvin looks like he's about to cry.   And Keefe -- that's the look your boyfriend gets at Thanksgiving Dinner, when your parents told you to not "cause a scene" by coming out, and then Uncle Bob starts complaining about "fags taking over." Cavalero got it exactly right..

Holding Hands under the Table:  Peter Montgomery (Steve Zahn, top photo) enters, announces that he has a new militia compound "on a farm," and invites his sons to join him.  They refuse, so he circles the table, threatening that retribution is coming.  

As he circles, Keefe moves his right hand under the table.  Then Kelvin moves his left hand under the table. These are not random acts:  Boyfriends who are scared (and closeted) would look for reassurance by holding hands.

Their hands stay under the table until Peter threatens Judy, and Eli steps in, telling him to leave or he'll be shot.  Everyone in the family except Gideon, Kelvin, and Keefe pulls out a gun.  A gun expert on the fan board pointed out that only Amber and BJ are holding them properly.  Then Kelvin,  frightened (of his family's guns?), says something indecipherable to Keefe, who moves his hand back to the table top and makes a finger-gun.  Kelvin looks around for a weapon, and brandishes a fork.  His left hand is still under the table, and stays there, holding Keefe, until Peter circles the table again.  

Now the "wedding rings" are fully visible, matching men's silver wedding bands with black diamond inlay (the real thing sells for over $4000),  on the ring finger of Kelvin's left and Keefe's right hand.   Kelvin can't say that they are lovers, but he can show it.

For a little while, anyway.

Things get worse after the break.

It makes my a-hole burn: The backlash to the ice cream-and-wieners party begins when Kelvin finds a letter in the Teen Time suggestion box: "Keefe is weird. I am not comfortable with him around kids." Is "weird" being used as a euphemism for "gay" again?

He yells at Keefe for messing up: "You had one job! It's your only responsibility."  Dude is missing the point entirely.  He should be concerned with defending Keefe's character.

He wants to know what went wrong.  Keefe explains that the porno shop owner "outed me in front of the parents."  Not outing him as a participant in the Smut Busters: that wasn't a secret.  Bike Clarence made it sound like Keefe bought the sex toys for himself, thus "outing" him as gay. 

Well, did Keefe explain that he bought the toys on church business?  He tried, but he couldn't really articulate how buying sex toys helped the church.  Kelvin gets even more angry; Keefe's inability to handle this incident without outing himself -- and by implication, both of them -- suggests that he is not qualified to be assistant youth pastor.  So, are you going to fire him, or what?

What about the parents' concerns? "This kind of talk makes my a-hole burn."  Keefe responds: "I hate to think that I'm responsible for your a-hole burning."

I have never heard anyone use that expression to mean angry or upset, nor can I find it online.  It's quite likely that Kelvin's real a-hole is burning: remember that he just stopped withholding sex. If your partner is too big or too enthusiastic, as he is bound to be after a drought, he can create tiny tears, resulting in rectal burning and itching.  In Season 1, Kelvin's a-hole burned  after a similar experience, tied into his guilt over being gay  Now it's the possibility of being outed, and its impact on his career, that burns him. Will he be backing away from the erotic again, to maintain the illusion that he and Keefe are just good buddies?

Sip and Paint: A scene of Kelvin/Keefe problems will inevitably be paired with BJ/Judy problems.  They are on another date night, at a sip-and-paint studio. Why do they get so many dates, when Kelvin/Keefe get none?  

Someone sends BJ a dick pic!  He wants to email the guy to explain the mistake, because "some lucky gal's missing out on that glorious cock shot."  Did you forget that gay men exist, Buddy?  I'm sure your brothers-in-law would enjoy looking at a glorious cock.  Uh-oh, Judy realizes that Stephen, the guy she had the affair with, sent it on purpose to big-dick her husband!

The White Slap: Next, Jesse gets is initiated into the Cape and Pistol Society, for the elite of evangelical ministers. He sparrs with rival Vance Simkins, and uses so many cuss words that he's sentenced to a "white slap" -- literally being slapped by someone wearing a scary white mask. 

Then Baby Billy confronts him: "You are so hell-bent on running this church the way your daddy did, but you ain't your daddy." This line in the trailer led to widespread speculation that Eli had died, but it was just a misdirection.  Then Baby Billy suggests that a performance by Aimee-Leigh, Eli's dead wife and a famous gospel singer, would get some butts into the seats.  But how can she perform? 

Probably there are videos of her singing at the Grand Ole Opry or something. Baby Billy may explain, but who's paying attention?  Viewers are pushing the fast-forward button, anxious to see what happens with Kelvin and Keefe.

Rumors Swirling:  At the church food court -- notice the booths for Fancy Nancy's Chicken, Jason's Steakhouse, and "Wok on the Water" --  Kelvin, in virginal white instead of his usual green to emphasize his purity, listens to parental concerns about Keefe.  

"We do not feel safe with the assistant youth pastor. We heard he's a devil worshipper" and "I don't want him influencing our children."  

The most obvious conclusion from the sex toys debacle would be that Keefe bought them for pedophile grooming, but no one accuses Keefe of child molestation.  You don't say that a pedophile is a bad influence, you say that he is a danger. They think that Keefe is gay.  

This is Kelvin's chance to exonerate Keefe by coming clean: "Buying the sex toys was all my idea. I thought it would be a good teen project.  Keefe was just following my orders."  But instead he throws the guy under the bus in order to stay closeted: "I vouch for him.  He is one of my closest personal friends. He is my dude." 

A parent (Nick Arapoglou,  left) responds: "With all the rumors swirling about you, can't you see how strange this all looks?"

"There's rumors swirling about me?" Kelvin asks, shocked.  He thought that he was adequately closeted, and maybe he was -- Evangelicals often have trouble conceiving of a Man of God being "that way," so they may have let his feminine mannerisms and lack of interest in women slide.  But with Keefe outed, the rumors are bound to swirl. If Kelvin is outed as well,  his career as a youth pastor...as a pastor of any sort...as a Gemstone...

"Remove him, or we remove our kids." a parent demands. 

Kelvin literally runs away. 

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[munsster]

domestic!steve and his little family

A/N: i can’t get his “six nuggets” speech out of my head

Warnings: drinking, suggestive situations, fluff

part one part two part three part four

you passing out on the couch after putting the kids to bed and trying to get through a movie. he comes home and cuddles behind you and then the terrors wake up and come lay on top of you both then the dog curls up by your feet

just a pile of harringtons <3

SLOW. DANCING. all the time, to everything, holding a baby on his arm, cooking, cleaning, humming the music because there's nothing else playing

everyone getting a cold/the flu at the same time, and you happy to dole out cough medicine and tissue boxes, but he just follows you around and gets to everything before you can strain yourself

him ALWAYS knowing when you're on the verge. whether it's the kids being a little too whiny, or just a rough day, he's there to swoop in when you need even a little assistance

plus maybe finding you curled up in bed after an awful day and just turning off all the lights for you and spooning the rest of the night

accidentally getting super protective of his little family, doing all the 'hard' tasks (changing a light bulb, sweeping/mopping, the laundry, etc) to save everyone else the hassle

just the most lovely helicopter parent

FAMILY GROCERY TRIPS 🥺🥺!!!!! him buying the kids whatever they want and pushing them around in the cart while they swing their little legs. using only one hand so he can hold yours in the other. stopping halfway through every aisle for a kiss. the kids squealing and covering their eyes.

the party is still in college and (mostly) in-state, and your home is like a free for all every time they're in town. which honestly is such a good deal (the babysat become the babysitters, and i stand by that) they love you guys and the kiddos

especially dustin

lemme tell you, he would get so excited about teaching your little harrington fusion babies how to play dnd. um bonus he definitely makes them into little techie babies on accident, and it's gotta be so cute seeing them slowly turn into his mini-mes

him trying to explain all the confusing bits of movies/cartoons to the nonverbal baby who’s just babbling incessantly, and dustin’s determined to get the little ray of sunshine to understand Ducktales

one of the kids LOVES fiddling with dustin’s shiny new gameboy + him calling her dustin jr. for a lonnnng time

dustin being the most involved and present of the party, stopping by as much as possible even when he’s busy, making them snacks and sandwiches and bringing them toys

uncle dusty 🥹

okay now don't get me started on robin

she like definitely hates kids, but uh oh suddenly there's a soft spot for your little ones because they look exactly like her best friends. down to the smiles, the eyes, everything

(her bringing vickie over for double dates, and vickie is good with kids, which really isn't helping robin's soft spot for the rascals. she's a sucker, and we all know it)

YOU HOSTING “FAMILY PARTIES” EVERY YEAR WHERE EVERYONE (wheelers, sinclairs, byers, hendersons, argyle, robin, max, and eddie + wayne sometimes) COME OVER AND HAVE A BBQ AND PLAY GAMES AND DO KARAOKE

bonus: joyce and hopper shredding journey songs APART for the entire neighborhood to hear

also bonus: most of them getting wine drunk and passing out on the living room floor while you and steve lay blankets on top of them. the babes being SO excited to see everyone in the morning (even if all the adults are very hungover)

anyways back on track here: steve learning how to braid.

because your daughter's hair can be pesky some days

okay most days, which makes his new little hobby all the more useful. and he gets INVESTED in all the different hairstyles (french braids, dutch braids, fishtail braids, even the twisty ones?? you name it and steve harrington's wrote the goddamn book on it)

also??? bathtime with the kids would be so precious. them having BASKETS full of bathtoys

even when you're just perched on the toilet seat making sure no one drowns, you end up covered in soapy water. head to toe, it's so unfunny

steve "bubble bath" harrington buying the fancy soap that fills the entire bathroom with foam just cause the babies find it so fucking fascinating

him and the babies sitting on the couch watching cartoons or something when they can't sleep, and they're just mindlessly chattering while steve is treating it like a full on conversation.

"yeah" + "oh yeah, i hadn't thought about it that way" + "wow. no, that's a really good point, bubba" + "i'm sorry, dewey did what?" + "you better not be taking notes, missy”

family picnics, family drive-in movies, family walks in the park, family game night, family apple picking, family beach days, family camping trips (+ steve’s insane bonfire skills), family crafts, family pillow forts, family baking

that’s all

matching clothes 90% of the time (gingham, hats, swimsuits, all of it. getting ready is such a hassle most days because steve is adamant on looking like a big bunch ‘o’ freaks… but it’s pretty cute to see him so excited)

steve is so invested in how much you care for the babes. like his heart is AFLUTTER every time you mindlessly play with their fragile baby hairs and call them sweet names and kiss their little heads

but sometimes, he just wants to unwind

the kids are snoring away after you’ve read them about four picture books (and an encore), and he’s standing in the doorway, ready to catch you in a tight hug when you slump over to him

whispering about how good you are with them, kissing your temples + forehead, taking hot showers together after a particularly tiring day

then laying down wrapped up in each others arms and trying not to doze off (and even though he finds it very cute when you fight your exhaustion, it’s even better when you go pliant and he can just brush your hair from your face and kiss your nose and wish you sweet dreams)

and he’s got insane body heat so you don’t even need the covers on from late spring to late fall

plain old cuddles keep you just as warm

SPORTS DAD ALERT!!!!! crackin a sunday morning beer (idk i dont pay attention to sports) AND TOSSIN A BALL WITH THE BABIES????

oh my goodness im MELTING because they are not good at sports, yk being babies and all, but he’s so encouraging anyway

teaching them to catch and throw and dunk and swim and dive- oH my god, he’s perfect and so so patient and understanding

father of the year truly

annual road trips to maine or oregon or louisiana depending on how crazy he’s feeling, but it’s always a surprise, and he always plans it himself no matter how much you insist on helping

your music taste imprinting on the babies during the hour long car rides (and steve a little tbh)

oh yeah, you don’t have a camper because you told him it might be excessive, but hey, he’s just as content bustling through the states in a beat up old mini van

making a million stops for sight-seeing and snacks

him getting sunburnt all the time and yeah, it brings out his freckles, but you scold him for sure about how reckless it was meanwhile your kids are LATHERED in sunscreen even when they’re inside all day pls 😭

okay…. you don’t do as much together [in bed] anymore because of the kids, but whenever you get the chance, he’s crazy sensitive, even when you just trace his skin or kiss his moles, he’s like arching off the mattress going wild

and he’s not shy about his ‘i love you’s

well, maybe he is, but he’s not shy about showing it

gosh and he always looks so handsome. being a dad really suits him: not always having the time to shave (stubble 🥴), the ever-present proud father/husband smile on his face, THE HIGH WAISTED JEANS

(please tell me why he would get all the babies names tattooed. and yours of course. probably in an arrow heart. god he’s so gross, i want him)

him occasionally whipping out his old letterman and putting it on just to tease you, using his specially reserved ‘king steve’ persona to flirt with you until you give him a kiss and rehide the goddamned jacket

him being OBSESSED with you. all. the. time.

boy is still needy. he is a honeymoon phase man at heart. it’s not a phase.

pulling you in for so many random kisses, always telling you how gorgeous and incredible you look even if you’re sweaty and overheating, taking you on spontaneous stargazing dates, bringing/making you lunch on days he works, holding your hand every second of every day

always always having special dates (birthdays, anniversaries) locked up in his brain vault, making SURE to buy you and the kids the perfect gifts/treat you to dinner

and at one point, the game of remembering becomes a little competition

in the beginning of your marriage, he used to rush to the store to buy you flowers, but after a few years of you beating him to the punch, he gave up and just accepted your bouquets every year, promising to kiss you silly later that day

he truly cannot resist your smile when you hand him that bundle of pretty flowers (the little nuggets love it, too, because it means they each get to pick a personal flower out of the bunch)

steve is genuinely the sweetest and most caring husband and father and i don’t take criticism

he’s wanted it for so long and had so much practice that it comes naturally to him. he never loses his temper, and the kids are just as sweet on him as you are.

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[wandaromanova]

I Do

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of self-neglect, mentions of blood, death

A/N: hello! since so many people wanted a part two to Memories, here it is! the italicized portions are memories/flashbacks! happy reading <3

Memories | I Do

Summary: The aftermath of a breakup proves to be more painful than the initial sting.

Word Count: 5K

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One Month Later

Ever since the night that Wanda broke up with you, you had become a hermit. You never came out of your room unless it was absolutely urgent, but even then, you didn’t really come out either. 

You’d pass up missions that normally, you would’ve loved to be part of. You absolutely loved your job, despite how demanding it could be. But now, you had been out for an entire month.

You didn’t take care of yourself anymore, rarely eating and never bothering to clean your room. There were clothes strewn about your dark bedroom. 

You felt like the condition of the room was a reflection of how you were right now; an absolute train wreck. The clothes that were scattered about, representing the various fragments of your broken heart that had drifted from one another. 

You spent your days in bed, watching horror movies. You couldn’t watch any other genre, especially romantic comedies; they reminded you too much of Wanda. You’d recalled the many nights where you’d be wrapped up in the comfortable sheets of your bed with Wanda in your arms as she teared up over some cheesy movie. 

You really weren’t the romantic type, but you tried your hardest to be that for the Sokovian. That backfired though. However, the one thing that those movies got right was how painful the breakups could be. 

You used to think they were being dramatic, but now that you were in the same position, they weren’t; it was completely accurate to how you’ve been doing since Wanda left you. You became the stereotypical heartbroken loser that had gotten too emotionally attached to your partner. 

You were the main character in the movie that had just gotten dumped and simply moped around, wallowing in your own self-pity and refusing to leave your bed.

It was pathetic, infuriating even. Here you were, absolutely destroyed by the breakup, while Wanda was out and about with her new Samsung Galaxy Note 8.

She was happy and going about her life while you were stuck in an endless loop of memories; the good and the bad. It had only been a month and Wanda had already moved on, but who were you kidding?

She moved on long before you guys called it quits. 

Your teammates would try and coax you out of the confinements of your bedroom, but it rarely worked. The only person who managed to get you to leave your room was Natasha, and you didn’t really have a choice, since she literally dragged you out of bed. 

No, seriously… she grabbed you by the ankles and yanked you out from under the covers; a bruise on your stomach was proof of the incident. 

You just couldn’t face Wanda. You knew if you saw her, you’d experience the same feeling you did the night she broke up with you, and you couldn’t live through that twice. 

So, avoiding Wanda and her shiny new toy seemed like the best option. You’d heard from Steve that they were officially together. 

You were set on staying in your room as much as possible, but Wanda wasn’t too happy about it. 

Truthfully, she really did miss seeing you around. She noticed the lack of you around the Compound and she was worried.

The Sokovian knew that she definitely didn’t have the right to worry about you, not when she was the reason you were upset, but she couldn’t help it. 

She needed to make sure you were holding up well, even if she knew you weren’t. 

So, she finally chose to speak to you, even if she knew that she was the last person you’d want to see; she had to help you. 

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎‎────────────────❅•

Wanda softly knocked on your door. She waited for a response, but didn’t receive one. After a few minutes of standing outside your door awkwardly, she decided enough was enough. 

So, she raised her hand slightly, red tendrils emanating from her fingertips, and opened the door with her powers. 

Your head shot up from under the sheets at the sound of the door swinging open and colliding with the wall. Your eyes widened when you saw Wanda standing there, awkwardly walking into the room and shutting the door behind her. 

“What the fuck are you doing? You can’t just barge into my room when I obviously don’t want you in here!” Your tone was ice cold and Wanda flinched slightly at the harshness. 

“I wanted to check on you. I’ve been worried.” Wanda watched as you got out of bed and moved to stand directly in front of her. 

“You’re worried about me? I thought you couldn’t be bothered to care about a monster like me.”

Wanda frowned as you repeated what she had said that night. She didn’t mean what she said, but there was no taking it back now; didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to though. 

“Of course I’m worried. I never stopped caring about you. I didn’t mean it when I called you a monster. I may love Vision, but I love you too, just not in the way that I used to.” 

You felt a pang in your heart. You already knew this, but hearing her say it out loud didn’t hurt any less. 

“I just want you to be happy again, Y/N. You deserve it and I’m so sorry to have pushed you into this state.”

Her eyes scanned over your messy room. It was dark. The only lighting in the room coming from the moonlight that seeped through the small spaces in the blinds. 

“Unlike you, Wanda, I can’t just stop loving someone. I can’t turn my feelings off like a fucking light switch! That’s not how true feelings work and that’s how I know you never really gave a shit about me.” 

Your eyes were dark and clouded with rage. You couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to barge into your room and check on you when she was the one who hurt you. 

“I really did love you, Y/N. I never lied about that. I may be with Vis now, but that doesn’t mean I care for you any less. You weren’t just my lover, but you were my best friend too.” 

You were breathing heavily at this point. Her words were completely messing with your head, but you wouldn’t let her have that power over you; she didn’t deserve it. 

“Why the fuck would I believe a single word that comes out of your mouth?” 

Wanda stared at you sadly. You looked so fragile and broken and the brunette hated herself for doing this to you. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Because I made a mistake.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“So did I.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Wanda watched as you walked back to your bed. Her eyebrows furrowed when you reached beneath a pillow, the one she used to use when you used to sleep together. 

Her heart sunk when she caught sight of the same velvet box that you had presented to her on the rooftop. 

You approached Wanda once more and abruptly shoved the box into her hand with a growl. 

“Here, give this to Vision. It’ll be of more use to him than it ever was to me.” 

Wanda let a tear fall as you reached behind her and opened the door, almost knocking her onto her feet as the door collided with her back. 

“Get the fuck out and go pretend to care about someone else.” You gripped Wanda by the shoulders and lightly pushed her out of the room and into the hallway, slamming the door right in her face. 

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

11 Months Later

It’s been a year since the breakup and you were doing a lot better compared to a few months ago. 

You finally got out of the dark cloud that you had been consumed by. You cleaned your room and actually made your way around the Compound, going on with your life like you used to be.

You’d have a quick breakfast, train with Natasha, shower, work on mission reports, eat dinner, and sleep. It was the same routine as before. 

The only difference was that Wanda wasn’t yours anymore and that fact never got any easier to stomach. 

You were able to stand being in a room with her again, but you still wanted to swallow a piping hot iron every time you saw her with Vision. They didn’t care about your feelings in the slightest. They were always in their own little world whenever they were together and it was irritating, to say the least. 

You’d walk into the kitchen and catch sight of the pair cooking together, Vision’s arms holding the Sokovian against his body, and you couldn’t help but be thrown headfirst into one of your favorite memories with Wanda. 

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

“Y/N don’t use that! That’s baking soda, not cornstarch!” Wanda exclaimed, using her magic to stop your hand that was about to pour the wrong ingredient into the mixing bowl. 

You blushed profusely, embarrassed of your mistake. Wanda knew you weren’t good in the kitchen, so she took the liberty of trying to teach you how to cook. 

“Sorry, Wands. I don’t really know the difference. Aren’t they the same thing?” 

Wanda dried her hands off, having just finished washing a few dishes that you both would need, and walked over to where you stood, wrapping her arms around your waist. 

“It’s okay, dorogoy (darling). I’m here to help you. So, baking soda and cornstarch are definitely not the same. They serve completely different purposes.” 

You nodded your head at her words, putting the baking soda down on the counter as Wanda handed you the correct ingredient from the cabinet above you. 

“So, baking soda is used in baking, hence the name. It helps things like cake, cookies, and muffins rise. Whereas, cornstarch, thickens liquids like soup and sauce; which is what we are trying to do.” 

You let out a small ‘oh’ and Wanda giggled, shoving her face into the crook of your neck. 

Wanda placed a soft kiss onto your skin as you poured the correct ingredient into the mix, stirring everything together. 

“Your lack of cooking knowledge baffles me.” You rolled your eyes at your girlfriend’s words as the vibration of her laughs hit your neck. 

Even though your facial expressions screamed offense, your wide smile said otherwise. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I have a girlfriend who’s a boss in the kitchen to help me out. Gordon Ramsay has got nothing on you, baby.” 

Wanda pulled away from your neck and laughed loudly as you joined in. Everything about the woman that held you was contagious. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Her laugh was your favorite sound. 

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

You couldn’t help but notice that Wanda had been doing things with Vision that she used to do with you. It gave you a sense of deja vu each time you’d see the new couple together. 

She’d sit beside him during dinner, holding onto his hand under the table as she ate her meal. 

Honestly, why the fuck was he even at the table? It’s not like the walking Swiffer could eat anything. He’s just taking up space! 

You knew it was wrong, but you wanted to pour some water onto the Motorola ‘accidentally’ just to see if he’d short-circuit or something. 

You were bitter and you felt it was completely justified. A fucking razor scooter stole your girlfriend! It was a huge blow to your ego. 

Wanda would sit on the couch, cuddled into Vision’s side, as one of her favorite sitcoms would play on the television. 

You’d hear Wanda’s laughs and silence from the synthezoid. It’s not like he had a sense of humor anyway. He was so serious and dense all the time. Although it wasn’t his fault, you still laughed at him for it anyway. 

But the thing that hurt the most was when she’d take him up to the roof; a place that used to mean the world to you. 

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“So, why are we up here right now and laying on the concrete like a bunch of weirdos?” 

Wanda asked as she tilted her head towards you, staring at your side profile as you gazed up at the night sky. 

“Shh, you talk too much. Just look up and be quiet.” You didn’t face Wanda, too entranced by the twinkling lights above. 

Wanda sighed and did as you said. She’d never really noticed how beautiful the night sky was; never having the time or leisure time to stargaze.

“Being an Avenger is a stressful job, as you know. So, one night after a particularly hard mission that drained the entire team, myself included, I decided to come up here.” 

Wanda listened to you speak, turning her head to look at you once more. Her eyes softened when she saw the happy glint in your eyes. 

“I just laid here and looked up at the stars. There’s something so calming about it. Stars just get to stay up there shining. There’s no stress, no responsibilities. They’re just glowing balls of fire, and the best part about this place is that no one else comes up here, so there are no interruptions.”

You smiled and Wanda couldn’t help but smile with you. You finally placed your attention on the Sokovian beauty beside you. 

You couldn’t help but marvel at how stunning her eyes were under the pale moonlight. 

“This rooftop is my safety net. When life gets too much, I come up here and just stare at the sky. For a few hours, I’m just an average person, stargazing and listening to the sound of the city below.” 

Wanda finally understood your point. It really was peaceful up here. If this place was important to you, then it was to her too. 

“I brought you up here because I don’t want it to be my safe place anymore.” 

Wanda’s eyebrows scrunched up confusion at your words. You let out a chuckle, reaching a hand out to caress her cheek lovingly. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I want it to be our safe place.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Wanda’s mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape as the realization dawned on her. Her heart melted at the realization that you wanted to share something so significant with her.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I’d love that.” 

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

You had to admit that the pain had gone from heart-stopping to bearable over the span of the year. 

Every day, it got slightly easier to walk around the Compound, but of course, the pain would always linger. 

You wished that you could move on as easily as Wanda had. It was as if she had forgotten everything you two had been through; as if there was no history, no love that had ever existed. 

But, you tried not to dwell on it as much. You just avoided Wanda as best you could, but you knew that would be impossible. 

Not only did you live in the same building as her, but you were also coworkers. So, being assigned to a mission was inevitable. 

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

“Steve, what’s this about?” 

You asked as you walked into the meeting room. It was only Steve and Wanda present, so your curiosity was definitely peaked. 

“I’m assigning you and Wanda onto a mission. It’s a simple extraction mission. Go in, get the intel, get out.” 

You sat at the table, a few chairs down from your ex-girlfriend, and she didn’t look too happy with the super-soldier’s words. 

“If it’s a simple mission, why do I have to go on it? Can’t Y/N just go alone?” 

You turned your head to stare at Wanda. Your eyes were wide in disbelief.

“What’s the problem, Witchy? Can’t be professional and stay away from your blender for a few hours?” 

Wanda’s eyes turned red as she abruptly stood up, pushing her chair back with a screech. 

“Oh, you’re one to talk about being professional. I’m not the one that locked themselves in their room and ignored their duties for months.” 

You stood up too, getting in the Sokovian’s face. You were both taking shallow breaths as you glared into each other’s eyes. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“That’s enough!” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Steve slammed his fist onto the table, effectively making you and Wanda move back from one another, still scowling at one another. 

“It’s fine, Rogers. I’ll do the mission myself. It’s not like I need her anyway.” 

You snatched the mission file off of the table and sped out of the room, leaving behind a fuming Wanda and a disappointed Steve. 

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

A few hours later 

You were currently in the heart of the Hydra base you were supposed to infiltrate. The files you were to retrieve were somewhere in this room, but unfortunately for you, Hydra was smart. 

They didn’t organize the files alphabetically, but in some sort of order of their own that you couldn’t seem to decipher. 

The bad feeling in your gut grew as each minute passed. 

You were shuffling through all of the file cabinets trying to find the correct one you needed. Finally, you found what you were looking for; Experimentation. 

Hydra had been conducting Human Experimentation on civilians again and the team needed to put an end to their operation, but you’d need information on what exactly they were doing. Now, you had it. 

It was time to get the hell out of there before you were spotted. You silently slipped out of the room, checking each side of the hallway before making your way out of the building. 

You had made it out into the open undetected, but you realized you were shit out of luck when you heard a Hydra agent scream. 

“Intruder! Attack, now!” 

You acted quickly and hid behind a rock as a few agents opened fire. You hurriedly shoved the file into your pants and grabbed your phone, dialing Steve.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Y/N? How did the mission go? Are you on your way back?” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I’ve been spotted. I need backup, now!” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You didn’t have time to hold a conversation, not when you were literally being shot at. So, you got straight to the point and quickly hung up on Steve. 

You needed to get to the Quinjet which was a few feet away. Since you were in the middle of a forest, there were other large rocks that could be used as cover, but you’d have to risk getting shot each time. 

You shook your shoulders to release your nerves before charging to the nearest rock. You were fast, but not fast enough. 

You were shot in the shoulder and abdomen, practically collapsing behind the rock you had been aiming to get to. 

You let out a groan at the sting of your wounds, blood seeping out of each hole. It wasn’t anywhere serious, you’d survive if you get to the Quinjet and got the hell out of there. 

You grabbed the gun that had been strapped to your thigh and began to shoot back at the agents. You managed to hit quite a few of them, but they had automatic guns and you had a simple handgun.

You might as well have brought a tiny pocket knife to this battle.

Another bullet hit you, right in the collarbone and you pulled away and back into cover with a scream. You really weren’t doing too great. There was so much blood and you were beginning to feel a bit lightheaded. 

If the team didn’t get here soon, you weren’t going to make it, and that terrified you. 

You were so fucking close to the Quinjet. If you were to book it and run like hell, you could possibly make it to safety and get away; what other option did you have at this point? So, you braced yourself, clutching onto as many of your wounds as you could. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Well… here goes nothing. 

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

Meanwhile… 

The tension in the Quinjet could be cut with a knife. Everyone was worried and anxious to get to your location; to save you. 

Steve had informed the team about your situation, he explained that you had been discovered and he went into detail about the sounds he had heard in the background of the call; gunshots, lots and lots of gunshots. 

Everyone quickly gathered their gear and got into their suits, the entire team in the air in less than ten minutes. 

Wanda was in shock. You were extremely skilled and were trained to be stealthy, so how the hell did you get spotted? How could you be so stupid?

The Sokovian was trapped in her thoughts the entire journey to the Hydra base. Her leg was bouncing rapidly as anxiety took over. 

“She’ll be fine. Y/N is the toughest person I know.” Clint placed a hand on her knee, causing her green eyes to dart over to him. 

Wanda didn’t even know what to say to that. He was right, you were tough, strong, and resourceful. You were loads smarter than she was.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You had to be fine because she wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t. 

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

Natasha’s heart stopped as she landed the jet. She caught a glimpse of you and her heart absolutely broke as she tried to keep a hold of her emotions. 

The rest of the team had been at the exit of the jet, waiting for the jet to completely land before making their way out. 

As soon as the plane touched the ground, Natasha opened the door and Wanda rushed out of the jet. Her eyes took in the sight in front of her. There were bullets all over the ground, so many fucking bullets. The place seemed absolutely deserted, as if the people who had been in the building quickly evacuated once you were spotted. 

The only thing Wanda could see was the Quinjet that you had arrived to the site in. Her heart dropped when she finally saw you; right in front of the jet’s entrance, on the ground surrounded by a pool of blood.

Wanda didn’t even have to think twice as she sprinted over to you. She kneeled down onto the floor and turned you over on your back, a gasp escaping her lips at your condition. 

There was so much blood and so many holes that had been scattered across your body; so many gunshot wounds. 

Tears fell from the Sokovian’s eyes when she realized something; you weren’t breathing. As she held your limp body in her arms, she couldn’t feel the steady rise and fall of your chest that she had spent hours of her life lying on. 

“Y/N? Baby? We’re here now, you can wake up now. They’re gone, you’re safe. You can stop pretending now.” 

The entire team stood around Wanda as she clutched your lifeless body to her chest. Steve put his shield onto the ground and kneeled, everyone else following after him. 

The team stood around Wanda as she clutched your lifeless body to her chest. Steve put his shield onto the ground and kneeled, everyone else following after him. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You weren’t just a coworker; you were family. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

This was a great loss for everyone and the silent forest was filled with the sounds of sniffles from everyone on the team; even Natasha, ever the emotionless woman, let tears fall down her face freely. The atmosphere was heavy as everyone watched Wanda. 

The brunette shoved her face into the crook of your neck as her hands caressed your sides, not caring about the blood. 

“Honey? Please, I’m so sorry. You’re not a monster, you’re the best thing to have ever happened to me. I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you and letting you come here alone. I was a bitch and I admit it, so please come back to me now.” 

Sobs wracked Wanda’s body as she hugged you even tighter. The silence was defeating. You didn’t respond and it broke the Sokovian. 

“I don’t love Vision. I thought I did, but I got so confused about my feelings and I’m so sorry. Please, I’m begging you, let me fix this. You can’t leave me.” 

Tony took a deep breath and looked away from the scene. This was hard to watch, even for him. Wanda’s pleads were useless and everyone seemed to know this except her. 

Steve slowly made his way over to Wanda, placing a strong hand on her shoulder. However, what happened next was completely unexpected. 

Wanda let out a growl and with the flick of her wrist, Steve was sent flying into the Quinjet you had been laying in front of. 

“You. You said that it was a simple extraction mission! Go in, get the intel, get out! Do you remember that?” 

Wanda was absolutely furious. Her eyes were glowing red as she gently placed your body on the floor before walking over to the super-soldier that sat on the floor.

“Wanda, don’t do this. Hurting Steve won’t bring Y/N back and you know that.” Clint intervened before the brunette could get any closer to Steve. Wanda took a look around her, everyone was standing up with their defenses up, watching her every move. 

She took a deep breath and her eyes returned to their natural shade of green. You were gone. There was no bringing you back. She’d lost yet another person she loved. 

Wanda fell to her knees, but Clint caught her just before she hit the ground. He held the sobbing woman in his arms and shut his eyes tightly, suppressing tears of his own. 

You were gone for good. 

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

The team had made it back to the Compound. The entire ride was silent, aside from Wanda’s sobs as she cradled your body in her arms. 

She refused to let you go, placing your limp body in her lap and clinging onto you. It was a heartbreaking sight. 

Finally, the team had managed to pry your body out of her arms, convincing Wanda to let go so you could get cleaned up and put into better clothes. Yeah, it was very grim, but necessary. 

Wanda placed one last kiss on your forehead and watched as Steve carried you off. Every fiber in her body was screaming to chase after him and pull you out of his arms, but she refrained. 

Natasha tried to speak to Wanda, but the Sokovian didn’t even acknowledge her. Even Vision tried to speak to her as she made her way out of the medical bay, but she brushed him off too. The only person she wanted to talk to was you, but obviously, she couldn’t do that anymore. 

So, Wanda made her way into the elevator and up to the living quarters. She trudged through the halls and made her way into her bedroom. Her hands were shaky as she made it to her destination; a drawer in the corner of her room. 

Wanda opened the drawer and frantically searched through it for the object she was looking for. She froze when she finally found it. She slowly pulled her hand out of the drawer and in her hold was a tiny, velvet box; the one you had presented to her on the roof over a year ago. 

A harsh sob wracked Wanda’s body when she opened the box, her eyes landing on the glimmering ring that sat inside of it. 

Wanda never thought that the day would come, where she had to permanently say goodbye to you. She always assumed that there would always be an opportunity for the two of you to say hello again.

Now, the brunette knew that she shouldn’t have ever jumped to conclusions. 

Wanda’s hands quaked harder as she was hit with a memory that once brought her happiness, but now, it left her gasping for air.

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

“Y/N?” Wanda called out to you, causing you to look up from your phone and down at her.

You guys had been lounging on the couch. You had the day off and decided it was a good time to stay in and be lazy for once. 

“Yeah?” You asked as Wanda cuddled further into your side, shoving her face into your upper arm. 

“I need you to promise me something.” You nodded your head at her words, shutting your phone off and placing it beside you; giving her your undivided attention. 

“Anything.” Wanda let out a shaky breath at your words, pulling back to stare into your eyes that shined down at her. 

“I need you to promise me you won’t die.” You raised your eyebrows at the brunette with an amused smile, a chuckle escaping your lips. 

“Well, baby. As much as I want to promise you that, I can’t. I have to die someday, everyone does.” 

Wanda frowned at your words. Her eyebrows scrunched up cutely as a pout made its way to her lips. 

“Then promise me you won’t die before me. I can’t lose another person I love, I jus- I just can’t. I refuse to lose you too.”

You immediately stopped laughing at that. You knew about Wanda’s past. She’d lost all of her family members. She was terrified and you kind of felt like a dick for laughing. 

You wanted to ease her nerves, even if you knew you couldn’t promise her that either. You’d do anything, promise anything, as long as it made her happy. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I promise I won’t die before you.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Thank you.”

•❅──────────────── ᗢ ‎────────────────❅•

Wanda shook her head slightly as more tears fell down her cheeks. Her hands were trembling as she carefully pulled the ring out of the box, admiring the diamond that sat on top of the band. She put the box back into the drawer and focused on the piece of jewelry.

The only thing that brought her any form of comfort in this fucked up situation, was that she’d be able to say hello to you again. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Maybe not in this life, but in the next one. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

For now, she’d have to live with the regret of letting you slip through her fingertips; for pushing away the love of her life. 

What if she followed you on the mission like she was supposed to? What if she had been there to protect you from the danger? What if she had gotten to you on time?

She could’ve saved you if she had just gone with you on that god damn mission. You would’ve been alive and safe if she was there. Now, the ‘what if’s’ would haunt her for the rest of her life. 

Wanda slowly slipped the ring onto her finger, her heart pounding in her chest. 

The silver of the ring was a stark contrast to her blood-covered, crimson skin. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I do.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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DAYDREAMING | 𝐒. 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

summary:  Don’t bring sex toys to work. 

warnings:  18+ only. Ben Wa Balls. A Smutty imagine. Flirting. Steve being innocent and cute as a button.

word count: 1,136

author’s note:  This came to me this morning and it was too silly to not write. 

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The heavy pull of the spheres that were currently nestled in your channel had your belly tightening with every step. As much as the Ben Wa Balls helped strengthen your pelvic floor, they also supplied you with pleasurable endorphins which made your time at work rather stimulating.

You padded down the hall making your way to the boardroom to sit in on a meeting with The Avengers. Being an assistant to Maria Hill, you were given special privileges none of your co-workers had. You spied their jealous glances as you breezed past them with a smile and pushed your way into the room.

Caught up in rifling through the bundle of paperwork in your arms, you careened into a massive wall of muscle. With a surprised squeak you jolted backwards sending the bundle of papers flying.

Just as you were about to land on your ass, Steve’s hands gathered around your waist halting your fall. “Are you alright?” Steve’s arms caged you against his large frame protectively and your hands molded against his sculpted chest as you gathered your startled surroundings.

His pecs jumped beneath your fingertips, the tight blue shirt from his session at the gym smelled of sweat and masculinity and accentuated the thick chords of muscle. You swallowed down a moan that was itching to be heard.

The sensation of safety and power was overwhelming as he kept you in his embrace. Your core fluttered around the small orbs, making them smooth over your walls and rub against sensitive spots.

“Oh! I’m Sorry, Captain.” you squeaked. Your cheeks burned hotter with every passing second as you felt yourself getting wet. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

He smiled at you with those dazzling caerulean eyes, watching curiously as you fought with your inner turmoil. “My lucky day then.” Steve flirted before looking away hurriedly as Nick Fury came bustling through the doors.

You parted quickly, hoping Fury wouldn’t ask any questions as Steve and you gathered your papers while the Avengers slowly settled into the room and took their seats.

The meeting droned on as you diligently took notes and tried not to call attention to yourself. The slick from your mishap with Steve added a whole new level of pleasure. The weight of the balls pressed against that spongy spot that always made you see stars. It was driving you mad, causing you to shift every so often to quell the driving urge to touch yourself.

It didn’t help that you caught Steve staring at you from across the room all throughout the meeting. If he only knew you’d fantasized about him taking you over the boardroom table every time there was a meeting called.  

You pictured it so clearly having directed the little fantasy a thousand times over…

Steve presses your chest onto the cool surface before pushing your skirt over your hips. His fingers glide over your soaked panty covered mound and mouths at your plump flesh. “You’ve got the sweetest smelling cunt.” He’d confess before tearing the flimsy material to pieces and diving into your sodden heat.

He’d work wonders on your slit, dragging his tongue up and down before fucking into your center desperate to taste your cum on his lips.

“Grind that pretty pussy onto my face. I wanna smell you for the rest of the day.”

Sharp smacks to your ass would have you whimpering as you scrape your nails over the lacquered conference table.

His firm body would plant itself over yours as he grinds his girth against your swollen petals. Your bones aching under the weight of the super soldier but when he slowly pushed his cock into your heat, the pain is long forgotten.

“Such a big cock for such a tiny little pussy.” He’d grunt as he stretched your walls to their limit. He’d flex his length stilling deep inside, earning himself a sobbing gasp from your lips.

His teeth would graze your shoulder as he stuffs your core full of him. Bouncing your hips against his as he fucks into you with a steady pace. The table would slide across the floor with every forceful thrust propelling you to hit your peak unexpectedly.

“Gonna be so full of my cum, you’ll be dripping for the next few days.” He’d growl into your neck before biting the tender flesh heatedly. “Wanna see my cum gush from your cun-”

Chairs scrape the floor as the meeting comes to an end sending you into overdrive to catch up. You fussed with the paperwork all the while trying to not bring attention to the fact that you’d been fantasizing about being at the mercy of the Captain.

As you stood to leave, one of the balls easily slid from your drenched heat and into the crotch of your panties. Fear had you slamming your thighs together tightly, praying you could make it to the bathroom before anyone could notice your distress.

You waited until everyone left before slowly and carefully making your way to the exit. The other ball was still nestled inside securely now that you were doing Kegels because your life did in fact depend on them at this moment. You held your breath hoping no one would stop you for a chat as you made your way down the hall.

You curse yourself for daydreaming as you turned the corner too quickly, running into the same massive expanse of muscle.

Steve extended his hand to catch your falling frame but it was too late. Once again, your paperwork went flying but this time you landed on your ass with a pained groan. In the kerfuffle, you didn’t feel the ball dislodge from your panties and roll out into the open.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.” Steve chuckles bending down to help you on your feet. His smile warms your heart and amongst other places.

“It’s just my lucky day then.” You send him a wink before squatting to gather the spilled papers into a rough pile.  You don’t know where the sudden confidence came from other than perhaps the endorphins from…

You froze, eyes going wide as saucers when you noticed the lone Ben Wa ball between Steve’s feet.

“Hey, a Marble!” Steve exclaims excitedly before picking up the shiny metal orb. He stares at it with longing, obviously remembering his childhood. “Oh, this is a great Shooter! Buck and I used to play Marbles all the time.”

He was grinning ear to ear and you just couldn’t be the one to put an end to his happiness even though this was so unsanitary and embarrassing.

“I’ve got to show this to Buck! I’ll bring this right back!” he shouts as he quickly takes off running down the hall intent on finding his best friend, leaving you in a state of shock.

“Oh, fuck.”