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ma1dita · 3 months

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partners in crime

luke castellan x fem!dionysus!reader [the trouble!verse]

MAIN SERIES MASTERPOST

summary: few things are certain in this life as a demigod, but one thing is for sure— you can’t fight fate when it pulls you and luke castellan together, over and over again. two young people who hate the gods are more like them than they think, for better or worse. annoyances to best friends to lovers

things to know: dionysus!reader's nickname is trouble & most of these can be read as standalones!

here's a playlist (spotify & apple music links now available!)

child of dionysus headcanons!

trouble!verse moodboard 1 & moodboard 2 & college!trouble by the lovely @24kmar

deleted scenes from a different universe (AUs)

play the extended cuts (blurbs from in-between)

character study: luke castellan & trouble

any works, updates, thoughts, musings, etc about this series will be tagged under #trouble!verse !

key: fluff - ☼ angst - ☽ smut - ☆ jo's favorites - ᥫ᭡

[rewind to before] pre-established relationship

trouble always finds me (trouble!reader origin story) 1.7k ☼

The one where he could tell you were trouble from the day he met you. (You're an annoyance, but not an enemy)

entropy ☼

The one where you both blur the lines between annoyance and admiration. (the promise of becoming partners in crime)

buddy system 4.2k ☼

The one where he comes with you to rescue your younger twin brothers, Pollux & Castor. (this is as close to a real quest that Mr. D will give you--might as well take someone you trust!)

somebody's angel 4.4k ☽

The one where you convince him he’s pretty, even with a scar. (songfic - Die Alone - Finneas)

feed the fire 1.2k ☼

The one where his focus is not on spilled food, but on you. (Luke realizes this is more than playful banter)

bedtime stories 2.4k ☼

The one where night shift with him runs late, but you don’t mind at all. (the both of you have feelings you want to admit, but duty calls!)

crazy little thing 3.4k ☼

The one where he uses all his drachmas to make you smile on Valentine's Day. (the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite, sometimes)

anything you want 1.6k ☼

The one where you and him have your first kiss. (You've always loved teaching the story of Orpheus and Eurydice; except when your Orpheus runs away from you)

said he likes crazy 2.1k ☼ ☽

The one where only he can help you with a bad day, even if he's avoided you since your first kiss. (For being a son of Hermes, he has a way of calming your nerves)

[pause and remember us like this] established relationship

play pretend 5.1k ☼

The one where Mr. D catches you two in the act, but you and him aren’t exactly together yet. (Drunk words are sober thoughts. Your dad just wishes Luke told you instead of him)

a wish your heart makes 1.4k ☼ ☽

The one where you share dreams, burn cookies, and it still reminds him of home. (The dryads will probably ban you from the kitchen after this)

chance encounters ☼

The one where you both daydream about different lives. (You think you'd find him anywhere, by soul alone)

to see the chaos through ☽

The one where he remembers he was never a good guy, just yours. (Luke makes the ultimate deal with the devil in order to save you)

not your goddess ☽

The one where you both know the best of days eventually have to come to an end. (songfic - Goddess - Laufey)

don't blame the kids ☼

The one where you both chaperone a trip to Mount Olympus. (the Olympians are bigger gossips than you thought they'd be)

trouble's coming for you 3.7k ☼

The one where Percy meets his two favorite counselors at Camp Half-Blood. (three times Percy is oblivious (and in the way) and the time he realizes you and Luke are in love)

now that we're older 3.5k ☼

The one where he asks if you can stay the night even if all of cabin 11 makes fun of him. (Luke is tired of the routine. He just needs his girl)

if you need to be mean (be mean to me) 1.5k☽

The one where he leaves before you wake up. (songfic - I Don't Smoke - Mitski )

[fast forward until we meet again] post-tlt

lovers, or partners in crime 2.1k ☽

The one where Annabeth and Percy think you’re guilty too. (the last day leading up to Luke's betrayal)

love like a blister: the five stages of loving losing luke 4.7k ☽

The one where you learn to mourn someone even if they’re still alive. (the five stages of grief after facing a loss)

to catch a thief 3.7k ☼ ☽

The one where duty calls at Camp Half-Blood. Again. (Your reunion with Luke isn't quite what you expected.)

solipsism 5.3k ☽

The one where you finally pray to Hestia to keep your home safe, even if he's also trying to destroy it. (the four times Luke uses Backbiter to visit you during college ft. the first time you trust a god to help you)

angel with a broken wing ☼ ☽

The one where he falls from grace and still thinks of you. (the four women Luke Castellan risked it for and how it will end up killing him)

love me dry (LATEST ADD) 4.5k ☼ ☽

The one where he meets you at his mother's house, though both of you didn't expect the other to be there. (a glimpse into May Castellan's idea of a perfect day)

when the curtains close☽

The one where you lose two people in the Labyrinth that day. All strings are cut. (Annabeth and Pollux find out the biggest difference between you and Luke.)

asking for trouble ☽

The one where Luke's final wish is to see you. (He's himself again, and all he wants is to find out if the trouble was worth it all)

as above, so below ☽ ☼

The one where you plead your case with the gods of Olympus. (The one thing the fates didn't expect was how much you'd both be like your fathers; in a way, you and Luke didn't see it coming either)

ask to be added to luke/general taglist 🥹

#made by ma1dita ♥︎#luke castellan x reader #pjo series #luke castellan x dionysus!reader #pjo imagines #luke castellan x reader fanfic #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #🪽#trouble!verse #percy series #pjo x reader #jo's navi <3

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boy-cow000 · 2 months

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Drained

Spencer x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Mostly Fluff, Mention of a case, Spencer feeling rough

Summary: After a particularly long case Spencer happens to lock himself out of his apartment. In need of help, he stumbles into the home of the only non-bau friend he has left. However, he finds himself much more comfortable with you than he originally thought.

Word Count: about 890

A/N: Pretty short blurb because I’ve been dying to write again but I’ve been too lazy to rub my two brain cells together and produce something :,D btw IDK what season this is in so use your imagination

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Spencer couldn't be more thankful for his job. Knowing the lives he saved and the people he helped was enough to get him through most of the especially rough cases. However, this most recent one had been particularly troubling. The random small American town they had been flown to was not known for their technological advancements, to say the least, and the lack of documentation had made Garcia's job almost impossible. On top of that, the intrusive and misguided opinion of the head chief of police had completely skewed the case in the wrong direction. Needless to say, Spencer was rightfully exhausted, along with the rest of the members of the BAU.

After landing and leaving the jet, he told himself that all he had to do was head home so he could finally sleep. Truth be told, it wasn’t even that late; the plane had landed around 8:20 PM. Yet, sleep was the only thing on Spencer's mind after that 48-hour case.

It took him some time to get home, but at this point, nothing but the sweet relief of his bed mattered. Except, much to his dismay, he seemed to have a little trouble finding his keys. Unfortunately for him, that “little trouble” turned into a full-blown panic very quickly. Spencer tried to remember where he had put it. Mentally swatting away the thick fog laying over his mind, he let his head smack against his front door in defeat when he realized that his keys were left on the jet. Calculating his options, it became apparent there weren’t many. His coworkers were probably already sleeping, and it's not like Spencer had a history of having an extensive list of friends. Well, except you, that is. Spencer didn’t feel like paying upwards of 65 to 120 dollars for some locksmith to come in the middle of the night, so you were starting to seem like the best option. Knowing you didn’t live far away, he grabbed his things and started to text you. On the drive over, he began feeling a little nervous. He wondered if the reason you weren’t answering was because you were asleep and if he was going to bother you.

Upon arriving, he felt at ease seeing the lights in your apartment on. He fumbled with his bags but managed to get to your front door without dropping anything. He was so tired. Blinded by the light of the inside of your apartment, he resorted to a curt “hi” once you opened the door. You let him in a bit panicked; to be frank, you didn't know why he had suddenly asked you if you could crash. You were still happy to see him, however.

After explaining the situation, you let out a sigh, knowing nothing serious had happened. You told him to make himself at home while you figured out where your extra covers were. He took off his shoes and sat himself on your couch, awaiting further instruction.

When you came back, you saw Spencer, palming the socket of his eyes. Your heart stopped for a second, worry took over, and you wondered if maybe the case was weighing on him more than he’d like to admit. You rushed over.

“ Spence! Are you okay?” You laid the covers on the edge of the couch and rested a hand on Spencer's shoulder.

Spencer peeked into your eyes for what seemed like forever—a breathless moment between his answers. You felt your heart form a lump in your throat; your cheeks flushed, and you suddenly felt guilty. What if Spencer was actually doing terrible and you couldn’t help him because you were too busy wrestling with the effect he had on you? Eventually, you broke the intense eye contact, and Spencer sighed in return.

”I’m fine, really. It’s just… I was exhausted a minute ago, and now”

”Not so much.” You finished his sentence for him. He let out a light chuckle and bumped shoulders with you. He must’ve been delirious, because you couldn’t think of another reason why he would’ve been comfortable enough for all that physical contact. Your torso stiffened, and while still trying to calm yourself down, he let his head roll onto your shoulder and nudge itself into your neck. Spencer was going to kill you if he kept this up.

Spencer snaked his arms around you, entrapping you and making you fall back into the couch a little. You grabbed his opposite shoulder, hoping to lay him back, but his head bobbled a little lower, and it was clear he was no longer awake. Spencer kept snuggling, and it was making it increasingly harder to get yourself out of his grasp. An incoherent thank you left his lips before he fully fell asleep. So you sat there, absolutely surrounded by Spencer. Glaring at his slumbering state. Overtly aware of his faint sent, of his hair brushing against your face, of his slowed breath on your neck, of his hand grasping your waist, of him.

Your own exhaustion was catching up to you at an alarming pace. Despite your brain and dignity screaming at you not to fall asleep in his arms, your thoughts were starting to blur. Eventually, you fell asleep, caged in, breathing to the sound of his heartbeat. With that, tomorrow promised itself to be interesting.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #dr. spencer reid #spencer reid moodboard #spencer reid angst #doctor spencer reid #criminal minds angst #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid fluff #spencer x reader #spencer x you #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine

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hungharrington · 10 months

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masterlist

from oldest to latest. as always, this entire blog and everything produces on it is 18+. minors do NOT interact, you will be blocked. feel free to flick me a message if a link is busted or in the wrong place <3

a little less conversation, a little more action, please You've had some bad sex and... well, thinking sex is the problem is easier than admitting it might be you. Steve knows better; that you just need someone to take care of you. 8k words.

two places at once Late night sixty-nineing can get messy. And loving. And competitive. afab!reader, 69, a pinch of face sitting

the price of pretty nails You've got fake nails and that means certain activities are restricted. Turns out, your best friend Steve is more than happy to help you out. fem!reader, fingering, plenty of teasing

cupped hands Even when he's fucking your mouth, Steve's gentle. You wish he wasn't so much. gn!reader, blowjob

wipe out Sitting up too quick can you have you passing out, even at the most inopportune moments. afab!reader, p in v, a touch of hurt/comfort

sittin' pretty (popular!) prompt: “just sit here and look pretty for me." You're ready to ride your boyfriend into oblivion - Steve has other, better, ideas. fem!reader, light choking, hella praise kink, riding but really its u getting railed from the bottom

you know what they say about big hands Some damn good finger-fucking from Mr. Steve Harrington. afab!reader, fingering, lil bitta condescending!steve

eyes on me Steve's a sap for eye contact, even if it means giving up some positions. afab!reader, p in v, riding

counting with kisses You count all of Steve's moles. sfw blurb, supa lovey dovey

my eyes are up here, handsome You catch Steve staring at you boobs. sfw blurb!

taunt Menace!reader teases Steve in the car by tugging the straps of their bikini loose. afab!reader, no smut just teasing :)

menace Steve can be a menace in bed, giving you a little of what you want, but not enough. afab!reader, fingering, teasing + menace!steve convincing you to blow him after the gym

tremble Sometimes, you need loving time... on your knees, pulling out every little whimper from Steve to let him know how adored he is. gn!reader, blowjob, praise

morning spoon (popular!) Some mornings, you wake in that certain mood. Good thing Steve's always on board. gn!reader, p in v, lazy morning sex

drunk call Just a sweet drunk voicemail, sfw :D

take the picture Steve makes you a deal. You take the photo correctly and he'll make you cum, over and over and over. afab!reader, mean!steve, photos taken during sex, p in v

you know how much i love you, right? (popular!) You aren't liberal with your i love you's. Unless, of course, it's when your hand is curled around Steve's cock, watching how he falls apart as you coo praise at him. gn!reader, handjob

loud prompt: JOY, sender getting louder than usual which makes receiver start laughing affectionately, taking the opportunity to check in. fem!reader, p in v, pussy-drunk steve :)

what do you need? (popular!) prompt: CLOSE, sender wrapping their arms around receiver who is on top after they’ve finished, holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover. fem!reader, p in v, reader takes longer to cum

shy baby prompt: COAX, the dominant partner gently moving the shy or overwhelmed submissive’s hands from covering their face so they can kiss them, breathing praises against their skin. afab!reader, p in v, sweetness

stay still, won't you baby? prompt: CONTROLLED, receiver stops stimulating sender and tells them the have to be still if they want to continue. subby!steve, gn and teasing reader, handjob

look at me prompt: GAZING, receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay. fem!reader, p in v, lovey dovey :)

thick thighs (save lives) You're squirming and Steve can't figure out why - til he does. afab!reader, steve eats r out, fingering.

lakeside make-outs. Balmy makeouts in Steve's car. afab!reader, making out.

sweet revenge. / continuation from this thought Steve enacts his revenge. fem!reader, p in v, almost mean!steve, exhibitionism.

steve harrington loves all boobies. You think your boobs are too small. Steve does not. fem!reader, making out, sweetness.

welcome home traditions / based off this thought You and Steve have a habit of having some kind of sex up against the door when one of you has been away. This time is no exception. gn!reader, r gives steve a blowjob.

let me take care you. (popular!) You ask Steve if anyone's ever taken care of him before and when he says no, you show him what he's been missing. gn!reader, handjob, bitta thigh & tummy worship, almost sub!steve too.

2am (popular!) Early morning rides, with sticky kisses and even stickier thighs. afab!reader, riding, p in v, super-disgustingly in love smut.

kitchen counters (kisses and more). Prompt used: “I had a dream about you last night. Woke up hard. Wanna hear about it?” fem!reader, fucking against the counter, p in v

wet as a dream (popular!) Prompt used: "When I tell you to sit on my face, I want you to sit, is that clear?" fem!reader, facesitting, soft in love & obsessed wth each other smut.

king steve, brought to his knees. Steve asks you out thinking it'll be an easy fuck — not knowing you're not that type of girl. You're the type of girl who likes to hear her men whimper. fem!reader, exhibitionism, public sex, king!steve, p in v, r mocks/teases steve, sorta mean!reader.

if you're sure. You're a little worried about pushing Steve. He assures you that you aren't. no pronouns but r has breasts.

demonstrate. You ask Steve to show you just how he likes to be touched. gn!reader, r gives steve a handjob.

sweet talk. (popular!) / sour talk. / third part still coming! series. afab+fem!reader. You're interested in your boyfriend's history- well, more like what he used to do that made the stories about King Steve in bed spread like wildfire during school. You find out for yourself.

#jay.masterlist.fics #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington smut

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popeheywardssecretgf · 1 year

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Chad Meeks Martin fics & blurbs

Chad is an Underrated King™

lmk if there's any characters/fics you want me to add

still updating as I read more!

ik this isn't all of them!! (it's mostly ones I liked)

also idk whats going on w/ the links, but they won't go over the full text-- my bad

Personal fav's & ones I consider to be PERFECT= ♡

Fluff

Domestic!Chad♡ Dating College!Chad It's a bad habbit♡ High by the beach (+smut hc's)♡ About you♡ You are in love♡ Dating Chad Meek's Martin headcannons Melodic Love Jealous? (+slight angst) My Girl(+slight angst) "I didn't know you ever were”(+angst) Too busy being yours♡ Pretty Chad Comforting You (+ slight angst) Dating Chad Meeks Martin (pt. 2) Stupid for you Stay with me You're not dead Back Off (kinda angst) I thought I lost you Still love you (+angst) Friday night♡ Is that my shirt? Alphabet: A,C,D (+smut) Chad defending you♡ If you want to

Smut

After Hours♡ High by the beach (fluff + smut hc's)♡ Generous Save a horse, ride a cowboy Threesome w/ Ethan)♡ Hickey's Ride a cowboy I can fix this Tunnel vision Step on me Pussy Eating Chad + Almost getting caught Alphabet: A,C,D (+fluff) Open Arms Car Fingering

Angst

My girl (+fluff) Jealous? (+fluff) "I didn't know you ever were" (+fluff) POV" you fall pf the ladder instead of Anika Chad comforting you (+fluff) Karma

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finelinevogue · 1 year

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Hi could you make an Instagram blurb with Steph Bohrer as the fc? I feel like it would be super cute to do some sort of book lovers trope! Thanks :D

helloo! i have not done one of these for a long time! i love love LOVE steph so here we go;

this kind of just turned out as steph as a fc since her life is too aesthetically pleasing not to….

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harrystyles I can’t begin to thank all of you who supported me through it, I’ll never forget it.

I hope your end of year is filled with happiness and calm.

Love you all.

See you next year. H

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harryfan1 im going to miss him soo much :((

y/nfan1 have a good rest harry. we love you <33

annetwist You can sleep now, baby 🤍

yourinstagram can’t wait for you to come home :((

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harris_reed My darling angel 💖

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yourinstagram he’s coming home :)🎄💛 (unlike england)

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harryfan1 oof that’s a brutal caption

harryfan2 y/n.. is harry’s body meant to be bending like that?

yourinstagram @/harryfan2 turns out he’s very flexible once he’s in the oven..?

mitchrowland Harry Christmas

annetwist Save me a cookie! 💕

harrystyles Thinking about turning the plane around

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y/nbff y/n in her natural habitat

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mommaL/N So sweet🥺💖

harryfan1 this is me 24 hours of every day

harryfan2 the fact she can look at this photo AND call him hers.. *sleeps on the motorway*

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yourinstagram BUT LOOK AT HIM

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yourinstagram H is back so i made him watch don’t worry darling for the 27th time with me

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y/nbff 27? are u like obsessed or something?

yourinstagram @/y/nbff 27 isn’t even enough

florencepugh Coming over right now to make it 28!

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harrystyles This is Cinema

harryfan1 is it possible to die of jealousy?

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hsdaily Harry and Y/N out walking today - 15/12/22

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harryfan2 leave them alone 🙄

harryfan3 the matching adidas shoes though >>

y/nfan1 the way he always knows there’s a camera

y/nfan2 imagine getting to hold hands with harry styles. no like actually like hold hands?! y/n wins

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yourinstagram wine and cookie night🍷🍪

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harryfan1 the intimacy of y/n sharing her texts with harry with us is second to none

y/nfan1 i want her life. like seriously.

harrystyles Except there were no cookies…

yourinstagram @/harrystyles ur horrible to me

harrystyles @/yourinstagram Maybe you should leave the baking to the professionals then hmm?

yourinstagram @/harrystyles ok mr ‘i used to work in a bakery’

y/nfan2 not y/n and harry having a domestic in the comments😭😭

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hsdaily Harry posted this to Instagram stories - 16/12/22 [Edited: Y/N liked]

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harryfan1 y/n is so pretty i actually can’t

harryfan2 i understand why he loves her :((

y/nfan1 the cat emoji comes up when you search: cat in love

y/nfan2 @/y/nfan1 why is he like this😫😫

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yourinstagram H🖤

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harryfan1 you do realise you just killed off half the harrie population right?

harryfan2 MOUSTACHERRY RISE

y/nfan1 his hands🤭

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annetwist Aw💕

harrystyles 🤍

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baddestbittyontheblock · 7 months

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wanda maximoff fic recs

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⑅୨୧* sorority!wanda blurb wanda maximoff x reader | fluff

-sorority!wanda being a mean girl in front of everyone but being the softest girlfriend ever in private?

⑅୨୧* four-eyes wanda maximoff x reader | fluff, mentions of violence

-Having just ran out of contacts, Y/n has to resort to wearing glasses around the compound for the time being. Knowing she’d get teased by her loving teammates, she wasn’t looking forward to it. But her girlfriend, Wanda, might feel differently.

⑅୨୧* dreaming of you wanda maximoff x reader | minors dni! angst with happy ending, some fluff, college au!wanda maximoff x reader, artist!reader, wanda is in love, cheating, mentions of drinking, toxic boyfriend named tyler bc i didn’t know what else to name him, one smut scene; top!wanda, bottom!reader, oral and fingering (r receiving), praise kink

-while being constantly ignored by your boyfriend, wanda decides to keep you company for the night and eventually, for the rest of the weeks that follow, wanting more than just sex with you and vows to show you the kind of love you truly deserve.

⑅୨୧* are you a devil or an angel? wanda maximoff x reader | 18+!!! smut, mommy wanda, d/s, strap-ons, ass groping, halloween costumes w short skirts, degradation kind of

-kitchen strap-on sex on halloween

⑅୨୧* ITS BRIGHTER NOW wanda maximoff x reader | mentions of battle, injury, anxiety, overall just fluff and comfort for arguably the best avengers and their girlfriend

-until you met your girls, you once believed love would be burning red, but it turns out, it’s everything in between, and that couldn’t be more golden. i wanna be defined by the things that i love, not the things i hate, not the things that i’m afraid of, not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night, i just think that you are what you love

⑅୨୧* off limits wanda maximoff x fem!reader | minors dni please. college au!, fuckgirl!sorority president!wanda, dom!wanda, jealousy, possessiveness, bottom!reader, smut! – mirror sex, semi-public sex, overstimulation, fingering, marking/hickeys

-wanda hates the way everyone is ogling at you, and makes sure to remind everyone that you are, very much, off limits.

⑅୨୧* kept and wanted wanda maximoff x reader | 18+, minors DNI; smut; fingering (r giving); lowkey Wanda manipulating the situation because she got everyone out of the house?; pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby); semi-clothed sex; good gay lap sits; probably other things that I'm forgetting rn but literally just.. more of my sorority!AU stuff

-Wanda heard of your crush, but you never acted on it. That was fine until she saw you talking to other girls, then it became her job to take you away before anyone else could.

⑅୨୧* morning grumpy witch wanda maximoff x reader | all fluff with Avengers being a family and Wanda being a simp.

-The one where moody Emo!Wanda has a bad morning, but luckily, she also has a soft spot saved for her girlfriend.

⑅୨୧* it's our party sorority!wanda maximoff x reader | swear words, mentions of alcohol, and slight angst

-sorority president Wanda Maximoff, who you also happen to have a huge crush on, invites you to the biggest party of the year. What could possibly go wrong?

⑅୨୧* under the sky of glass protective!wanda maximoff x reader | The reader has a panic attack, so tw for those who are triggered by panic attacks.

⑅୨୧* mayday wanda maximoff x reader

-You and Wanda are paired on a mission and it ends a little sideways.

⑅୨୧* between the sheets wanda maximoff x fem!reader | smut

-Having a little 'alone time' while your roommate was at work seemed like a great way to relieve some stress. What could go wrong?

⑅୨୧* envy in your eyes wanda maximoff x fem!reader | hurt/comfort, angst, happy ending

-wanda has been distant lately and you don’t know why. One day, you attend a gala in place of your colleague and find her with Vision. What does it all mean?

⑅୨୧* ashes of absolution wanda maximoff x witch!reader | murder, descriptions of people burning and dying and blood, praise, foreplay (finger stuff), this is set way back when so no modern times here, established relationship.

-there's no line wanda wouldn’t cross to protect you.

⑅୨୧* love language wanda maximoff x fem!civilianreader | just some fluff. Mentions of hearing loss and sign languages.

-After Thanos, Wanda retires, along with a long term effect from all the missions she had and then she met you.

⑅୨୧* maybe you were the ocean wanda maximoff x gn!reader | heavy angst, character death, bittersweet ending

-wanda was... an open-ended chapter in your life.

⑅୨୧* sweetheart wanda maximoff x fem!reader | minors dni. smut!!, bit of angst?, kinda fluffy towards the end, milf!wanda, mommy!dom!wanda, babysitter!reader, bottom!reader, unspecified age gap, jealousy, mommy kink, fingering (r! receiving), multiple orgasms, mutual pining.

-constant stress had filled the gaps in wanda’s life after her ex-husband left the family and balancing work and her kids had started to take a toll on her. in search of relief, wanda hires you as a babysitter, not knowing she’d be falling for you.

⑅୨୧* mess is mine milf!wanda maximoff x reader | language, brief smut, divorced ladies who are very still much in love with each other, unspecified age gap, marriage going wrong, hopeful ending, mild angst, fluff

-being divorced from wanda maximoff implies never getting over her.

⑅୨୧* a beautiful mess wanda maximoff x f!reader | college AU; Nat x Yelena x Sibling!R Wanda is a bit of a Fuckboy, aka, Angst -> Fluff | Themes of Insecurity | Violence/Injury, smut

-Wanda is a bit of a Fuckboy

⑅୨୧* fear, hope and guilt wanda maximoff x reader | angst

-wanda finds out that you're pregnant in the hospital while you fight for your life.

⑅୨୧* edge of the pool milf!neighbor!wanda x fem!reader | SMUT, MINORS DNI. age gap, pool sex, semi-public sex? i mean it's in Wanda's backyard?, fingering, oral, choking, mommy kink, strap-on.

-you moved into a nice neighborhood during the winter. Ms. Maximoff, your neighbor, has recently had a pool installed.

⑅୨୧* don't keep to yourself wanda maximoff x reader

-wanda is still scared of her powers and being close to reader but reader isn’t scared at all and kisses her hands to prove it (like vision does) and make it so fluffy please

⑅୨୧* the world won't stop for us wanda maximoff x reader

-wanda and reader waking up on the morning they have to go to wakanda (during infinity war). neither of them are eager get out of bed.

⑅୨୧* the world won’t stop for us; part two wanda maximoff x reader | blood, r is stabbed, death (tony and natasha), cursing, 1.4k

-getting blipped back was, without a doubt, the most disorienting thing you had ever experienced. one minute you had turned to dust, holding onto wanda - who had started turning to dust moments after you had - as if it would keep you there. the next, you were brought back, sitting on the same ground in wakanda with wanda, except vision’s body was gone, and the seasons had changed. part one

⑅୨୧* not now, not ever wanda maximoff x reader | blood, R was stabbed, cursing, 2.1k

-reader and wanda spend a month on a mission together, going from hotel room to hotel room and sleeping in the same bed. reader gets hurt because she does something stupid and wanda is mad at her, but they have a hard time staying away from each other.

⑅୨୧* so scarlett it was wanda maximoff x reader

-wanda was the most intriguing girl you ever met. and she liked you, but people always leave.

⑅୨୧* you make a great fake girlfriend wanda maximoff x reader | language, sexual situations? (no smut tho), casual drinking

-“agent Y/l/n, mr. rogers and ms. romanoff have requested your presence in the office.”

⑅୨୧* (she will always be) a broken girl wanda x fem!reader | lots of cursing, smoking, drinking, very brief mentions of smut, mentions of physical parental abuse, mentions of homophobia, angst, fluff, 14k

-life away from home is good, and you're studying at the college of your dreams; however, your new neighbor is loud, irritating and a person who doesn't respect boundaries. and, also, is your ex-girlfriend from high school, wanda maximoff.

⑅୨୧* feud wanda maximoff x reader | some domestic fluff, 1k

-“I thought you loved me, Wanda.”

⑅୨୧* bulletproof (4/10) wanda maximoff x gn!reader | 2.6k+, light angst, mutual pining, unresolved sexual tension, enemies to lovers to enemies, gay disasters

-there's a new recruit who seems to have taken a liking to you. If things were normal between you and Wanda, maybe she wouldn’t feel so…threatened.

⑅୨୧* meant to be yours wanda maximoff x fem!reader | angst, fluff, pining that is a lot more mutual than it seems to either of you, mentions of marital issues, sorority!wanda & milf!wanda (best of both worlds), doctor doom makes his grand entrance, 14K

-nearly eight years after your breakup with her, you meet Wanda again when she enrolls her children at the preschool you work at, evoking a multitude of old feelings and regrets.

⑅୨୧* show off wanda maximoff & gn!reader | MINORS DNI, smut, fluff, possessiveness a little, mentions of voyeurism, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, aftercare, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!afab!reader, 2.4k

-wanda has a difficult time keeping her hands to herself during a movie night with you and your friends.

⑅୨୧* matriarchal disturbance sub!wanda maximoff & fem!dom!reader | MINORS DNI, smut, angst, fluff, family issues, infidelity, age gap, strap-ons, cunnilingus, spanking, hair-pulling, praise, degradation, slight cnc, impact play, mention of somnophilia, mommy kink

-iryna maximoff pays her daughter a visit, and wanda must learn to balance living with her ever-complicated mother while navigating her rocky relationship with you, her stepdaughter.

⑅୨୧* shower thoughts wanda maximoff x fem!reader | 18+ ONLY; MINORS+MEN DNI. not proof read. masturbation, exhibitionism but like in private?, top!wanda, degradation, kind of praise?, shower sex, heavy orgasm control, vibrators, oral (r receiving), fingering (both), etc etc you get all that. this is smutty, 1.4k

-wanda just kinda ✨punishing✨ you

⑅୨୧* endlessly wanda maximoff x reader

-you’ll learn to like your coffee black, if it means forgetting the way her blood stained your hands.

⑅୨୧* new family wanda maximoff x fem!Reader x natasha romanoff | pregnant!reader, smut, and cursing, 6k

-your wives help you through your pregnancy. no matter how hard it gets for the three of you.

⑅୨୧* love language wanda maximoff x fem!civilianreader | fluff, mentions of hearing loss, sign languages.

-after thanos, wanda retires, along with a long term effect from all the missions she had and then she met you.

⑅୨୧* are you an angel or devil? wanda maximoff x reader | 18+!!! smut, mommy wanda, d/s, strap-ons, ass groping, halloween costumes w short skirts, degradation kind of, 1.1k

-kitchen strap-on sex on halloween

#mcu #marvel x reader #marvel #marvel universe #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #avengers x reader #the avengers #fic recs

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you're never far behind • part 2

when your dad calls and needs your help at home in hawkins you can't say no, but when you arrive back in town you uncover a friendship you thought you'd lost a long time ago | ( 4.5k, angst, more fluff this time! best friends to strangers to friends to lovers, steve x reader, steve x you ) part two of this request for @carinacassiopeiae and honestly there'll probably be a part three or some lil bonus blurbs ;)

Y O U ‘ R E N E V E R F A R B E H I N D 🎶 garden song, caamp

Steve’s one stride made up for two of yours and you felt like an idiot chasing after him across the lines of the parking lot. He didn’t wear suits like the coaches did up in Indianapolis, choosing instead the Harrington uniform: short-sleeved henley, a pair of Levi’s 514s, beat up Nike Blazers and faded navy ball cap. Sunglasses if necessary. Hint, it was always necessary.

He hadn’t changed a bit.

“Where are we going?” you couldn’t help asking as he stopped at the driver’s side of his old BMW, unlocking it before turning to look down at you.

“Huh?”

Your heart stopped in your chest. What? And then he finally, finally gave you one of his Steve grins, warm and playful and you felt the air leave your lungs.

“I’m just messing with you. I’m going to the diner for a burger and milkshake. Get in,” and he fell easily into the driver’s seat as you scrambled around the passenger’s side after him.

He turned over the engine and pulled out of the lot onto the road, the cassettes in his center console the same as they’d been four years ago. Tears for Fears, Pet Shop Boys, INXS, George Michael, Starpoint. Your fingers itched to pick one up and pop it into the tape deck, but you kept your hands firmly in your lap, the radio playing Heaven by Warrant all scratchy in the background. Steve mumbled the lyrics under his breath, thumbs drumming on the steering wheel, and a smile tugged up at your lips.

“Heaven isn’t so too far away,” you sang louder, a little braver, and it made him look over at you, your smile dropping a bit, but then–

“Closer to it every day,” he sang back and the laugh it pulled from you should’ve been embarrassing, but god it felt so nice to just kind of be around each other. Like nothing had changed and it pulled a soft laugh from him too.

“You still suck,” he teased and you shoved his shoulder.

“I know,” you shot back, and as he shifted the car into park at the curb he flicked your hand.

“C’mon.”

The diner was packed, not even one stool at the counter was open, but when Steve came in through the door the entire place erupted into cheers.

“Coach! Coach! Coach!”

His face turned bright red as he dropped his gaze to his feet, laughing uncomfortably. “Okay, okay,” he said, waving his hands at them, “Thank you.”

“Saved a booth for you, Stevie!” Georgie called from behind the counter and he gave her a big smile, hands pressed his together in a silent thank you.

You could feel eyes on you as you followed after him like a lost puppy, people murmuring at their tables, recognizing you and wondering. Were you here to stay?

The last time you’d sat in these booths with Steve on purpose had been right before you’d left Hawkins. You’d shared a strawberry milkshake with whipped cream and two cherries on top and it had tasted sweet like summer, like nothing was more important than that moment, tasted like Steve and floating in his pool together at night and–

“The usual?” Georgie asked, not bothering with writing anything down and Steve nodded before glancing over at you and rattling off what you always ordered, remembering even now.

“Grilled cheese? With an extra pickle. Oh, and a strawberry milkshake with whipped cream and–”

“Two cherries on top,” Georgie finished, giving you a small wink, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Perfect, comin’ right up.”

As Georgie hurried back to the kitchen, you couldn’t help looking over at Steve. Hair flipping out from under his hat, fingers flicking the edge of the table where the plastic was lifting from the wood, tongue poking out in concentration and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“What are we doing here?” a simple, but loaded question and you didn’t know if you wanted to know the answer as it fell out of your mouth, but Steve wasted no time in answering it.

“Getting food,” he said, tone neutral, eyes flicking up to look at yours as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“But…why are we getting food?” you hated yourself. What were you doing? Couldn’t you just enjoy this?

Then Steve gave you his full attention, leaning back against the plastic back of the booth, eyes meeting yours as his brows knitted together. “How about you tell me,” he leveled you with a look, fingers still picking at the table top.

“Me? But I didn’t–”

“You didn’t have to come when I asked,” he cut in, leaning toward you, your knees knocking together under the table and you felt your cheeks flush again as you tried not to shy away from him.

“And you didn’t have to ask.”

Silence followed, even the buzz of conversation around you seemed to fall away and Steve just studied you for a minute. Eyes searching yours, his fingers went back to picking at the peeling plastic, tongue jammed into his cheek.

“I guess I wanted to see what you’d say,” he finally admitted, pulling his gaze away from you to glance at the kitchen and as he did you realized you’d been holding your breath. You let it out softly, heat waning, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

The same boy you’d lived across the street from all those years. The same beat up Blazers. Same mess of brown hair, same twin freckles on his cheek. The same look in his eye when he was up to something and the way it shifted when he tried to hide from you.

He was hiding now, but so were you.

That it's only the thrill of boy meetin' girl. Opposites attract, it's physical, only logical. You must try to ignore that it means more than that.

The song that started playing through the speakers was full of static, crackly and popping with age, but you heard it clear as day and it sucker punched you. Yanking you back in time.

“What’s love got to do, got to do with it?” Steve practically yelled at the windshield, windows down, wind blowing his hair past his face.

“What’s love, but a second-hand emotion??” you sang back, Tina Turner thankfully not around to hear your horrible rendition of her 1984 masterpiece.

“What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?” both of your voices strangled together, cracking with the change in pitch and you broke into laughter as Steve shoved you from the driver’s seat.

“Eyes on the road!” you giggled, shoving him back as he scoffed and fixed you with a look.

“I’m driving!” he chided, but his frown cracked and softened the longer he looked at you and you felt your heart melt. Made you feel like you had fireflies trapped between your ribcage. Like you wanted to tell him what you were holding deep in your chest. Tell him how much you liked him, even his frowns and bad jokes, but you couldn’t. It would mean you were more than best friends and that couldn’t be. Could it?

Pulling into his driveway, the joking tone in his voice faded, and he pushed a sigh through his lips. Something was up. He tried to cover it, tried to hide it as he ran a hand through his hair, but you knew.

“Still with me, Harrington?” you asked gently, teasing just a little, but he didn’t smile back and you dropped the act. “Steve,” came out a bit more firmly, the voice you used when he needed a push and he finally looked over at you.

“What,” came out, a statement not a question.

“C’mon,” you turned slightly, knees bumping into the center console and he tossed his gaze off out his window, avoiding you. Your brows pulled together in frustration. “Steve,” you said again, poking a finger into his rib and that did it.

“Quit,” sounded harder than he’d meant it to, sorry murmured quickly after and you shook your head, a silent it’s okay. When he finally looked over at you again there were tears clinging along the long sweep of his lashes, “He’s such a piece of shit.”

And there was only one he it could be.

“What’d he do? Did he hit yo–”

“Christ, no. Nothing like that,” Steve huffed a dark laugh, but his breath hitched as he pulled air into his lungs and then you saw him crack, bend under the weight and he buried his face in his hands.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, shh,” it took everything in you to not crawl over the console and wrap your arms around him, but you stayed where you were. Instead you took his hands in yours and gently pulled them away. “You can tell me anything,” you whispered and his eyes lifted to meet yours, bleary but still so damn pretty under it all.

“He’s cheating on her. Again. S’why they’re both gone this time,” he laughed and it hurt and it was for all the wrong reasons as he tried so hard to bury it all. It make your heart ache.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath, well aware of the imperfect history the of seemingly perfect family from across the street. On the exterior they had everything.

The house, the cars, the heated in-ground pool. Beautiful, young, endearing mother. Stoic, hard-working, dedicated father. Their son, a chip off the old block, an athlete, so handsome. But underneath it all was something darker, fragmented, broken and fractured.

He didn’t have to cheat on his wife, Mr. Harrington, but he did and it had been careful at first. Calculated and untraceable, but each time grew messier. Sloppier until he didn’t care anymore, even when his wife and Steve found out, and now it was silently accepted. Tolerated. A weight carried by both mother and son and it was just too fucking heavy.

“I just–” Steve pulled in a breath, taking his hands away from yours long enough to swipe away the tears on his cheeks, “–will you stay with me? Just for a little while…”

“Yeah, yeah of course. I’ll tell my mom I’m staying at Robin’s.”

Steve took your hands again then and you sat in his car for a little while longer, helping him shoulder the weight, trying to take some of it for yourself, happy to hide away there with him until he was ready.

“For you my dears!” Georgie’s voice brought you back to the diner, her hands full of fried food and milkshakes and soda, earrings dangling and glittering in the lights and you tried to smile just for her.

“This looks so good,” you said and Georgie beamed.

“Only the best for coach,” she started, then glanced at you, a knowing smile, “And for you, sweets.”

Heat crept across your cheeks and Steve quickly interested himself in picking at his burger, taking a couple of fries from his tray and dunking them in ketchup.

“Enjoy!” and Georgie was off, keeping an eye on you from behind the safety of the counter.

You took a bite of your grilled cheese, both of you choosing silence. The strawberry shake in the middle of the table glaring at you, one glass with two straws. To share. Flicking your eyes back up to look at Steve you felt your chest squeeze. Why did you feel like strangers? God, it hurt. It didn’t have to be this way, did it?

But he was hiding and so were you, cos it was easy, it was simple. Painless to ignore everything until you had to leave, but—

“What if I’d said no?” you blurted out and Steve choked on his fries.

“What?” he gave you a look, brows pinched together and you had to hold back from reaching over to smooth out the wrinkle on his forehead with your thumb.

“What if I’d said no?” you repeated the question, putting your grilled cheese down, hands clutched together in your lap, heart pounding in your chest as you waited. As you watched his expression soften. Watched as he swallowed your words and tried to decide what he would do with them.

And he didn’t shy away from you, held your gaze and put his burger down too as he pushed a sigh from his lungs. “Then I would’ve had my answer,” he said quietly, shoulders shrugging, trying to be casual about it, but you felt the weight of it. You both did. Felt the thick, the tension, the air changing as he put words to your feelings without even saying it aloud.

“Was ‘yes’ the answer you wanted?” you were brave, braver than you thought you’d be, but your dad was there in the back of your mind. Encouraging you and smiling and telling you this was it. You were doing it and there was no going back and damn, he was telling you it’d be worth it.

Heat bloomed warm and flush from Steve’s chest, up his neck and across his ears and he cleared his throat, tongue flicking out to run across his bottom lip, staring a hole into the tray in front of him, but then he looked back up. At you.

“It was.”

You felt dizzy. Hazy and warm like you did after taking a shot of cheap whiskey and you bit the inside of your cheek to try and shake it, but Steve was still looking at you and you were looking at him and it felt like the first day of spring. Felt like snow melting under the soft touch of sunlight. Felt like steam lifting from the surface of the pool at night.

The toe of Steve’s shoe kicked into yours under the table, making you pull a sharp breath in through your nose and he chuckled a little, dropping his gaze to his tray to hide it and you felt your lips tugging up into a smile.

“You gonna share that, Harrington?” you asked, tentative but brave, kicking him back toe to toe and he looked up at you again. Looked at you like he finally remembered who you were. Like he had when you were parked in his driveway. When you were twisting together threads of promises in your room. Like nothing had changed and then he smiled. Really smiled. The smile he saved just for you.

“If you ask real nice,” he teased, just a little smug, hiding his grin by leaning into the milkshake. Pushing one of the straws toward you he took a sip and when you did the same it tasted like home. Like strawberries and sprinkles and whipped cream and Steve.

Georgie wouldn’t let either of you pay and you didn’t fight her on it. She might’ve been your dad’s age, but even Steve knew she could probably kick his ass. She practically had to shoo you out of the diner as you stayed and talked long after your trays had been cleared. You’d ordered two cups of coffee, trying and reaching for an excuse to stay just a few more minutes, and by the time those were gone the clock hanging above the counter read 10:47pm.

“Scoot! You’re not teenagers anymore, go get some sleep,” Georgie literally broomed both of you out the door and locked it behind you, a fond smile on her lips as she watched you go.

It was dark when you pushed out into the night, stars scattered across the wide expanse of the sky. Tiny pinpoints of light against the inky black Indiana horizon, nothing like Indianapolis and the thought of going back stung.

“Nah, lemme give you a ride back to your car,” Steve had offered when you mentioned walking the few blocks to the school. “I gotta go back anyway, forgot my playbook on my desk,” so you piled into the BMW after him.

The ride back felt lighter and heavier at the same, so much different than it had on the way over. Tension released and compressed by the vulnerability of your words. Your ‘simple conversation’ as your dad might say and as you rolled down the street the yellow stripes of paint on the pavement looped under the car like stitching on a quilt, street lamps washing everything in a warm glow, open windows letting in the sounds of insects and bats, the whoosh of the air past your ears.

Steve drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove, bumping along to whatever upbeat tune was crackling over the speakers and you hummed along, but then it was fading out. A mingling of songs twisting together with the change in tracks before settling into Natalie Cole’s voice. A slow hum, smooth and soft. A love song.

Even though it's been so long my love for you keeps going strong. I remember the things that we used to do, a kiss in the rain 'til the sun shine through. Itried to deny it, but I'm still in love with you.

You both heard the lyrics, knew the song well cos it was all over the radio right now, but it made the air shift again just like it had in the diner. It crackled, vibrating and shaking around you like it was charged. Like how it felt right before a thunderstorm and when Steve finally pulled into the school parking lot you were both all too eager to get out.

“Thanks! For the ride,” you said quickly, jamming your hands into your jean pockets as you met Steve around the driver’s side. Running his hands through his hair, ball cap left on the seat of his car, he hadn’t changed a bit. So much more a man now, but you could still see the boy underneath it all.

And god, you’d missed him.

Everything about him.

And when he looked up and smiled at you all easy and warm like it was nothing you felt your body buzzing, levitating. If not for your brain you think you would’ve thrown your arms around him, asked him to hold you tight and not let go.

“Yeah, course,” and then he hesitated and for a minute you thought, you hoped, he felt the same pull you did. The same want, need, to be close. “Uh, well I guess–I guess I’ll see you around,” he rubbed at the back of his neck and a silence settled, offering you a chance, but you flailed miserably and couldn’t do it.

“Yep! See you ‘round,” fell out too quick, too hasty, and it sliced the moment in half. It took everything in you not to audibly groan, put your face in your hands and yell.

“Cool, alright, I’m–” Steve thumbed over his shoulder, “–I’m gonna go get my stuff.”

“Right! Great. Okay, night,” and you turned so fast your hair whipped into your face as you hoofed it to your car, willing the deep red on your cheeks away as the gym door slammed against the metal frame with Steve on the other side of it. And then you did.

Yell.

“What is wrong with you??” you yelled at no one, roughing your hands over your face and kicking into the front tire of your rental, “Fuck.”

You tipped forward and let your forehead bump against the roof of the car, closing your eyes and pushing a sigh from your lungs. What did it matter anyway? You said it yourself, you were leaving at the end of the month. Right? Back to Indianapolis. Your job. Your apartment. Your life. The life Steve wasn’t part of, but when you thought about it, it made you want to cry. Made your heart ache. Made you feel homesick for Hawkins and tired and like everything that was back where you’d left it was wrong. Wasn’t where you should be and it scared the shit out of you.

When you’d left home after graduation you’d seen the little signs, little cracks in your armor. Knew that there was hesitation lingering behind your oh so enthusiastic yes, but you didn’t listen. Thought maybe if you pushed through it you’d forget. Move on. Find something you didn't know you were looking for, something new and sparkling. A fresh beginning without all of the things, people, that had shaped you, but now standing in the parking lot of your old high school you couldn’t help feeling you’d messed it all up.

Could you go back? Was there a do-over? Did Steve even want you anymore?

Opening your eyes you shook your head, trying to scatter away the thoughts and feeling of him. The way he looked at you across the table, sipping down the sugary sweet strawberries and whipped cream with you like you were teenagers again. It held you tight, pulled you back from opening your door and you hesitated, keys clinking between your fingers.

“Hey! Are you okay? What happened?”

Well, shit. That was fast.

You hoped the look on your face didn’t give you away when you turned around to see Steve jogging across the parking lot, hand full of loose papers and a binder, worry and concern tugging his lips down into a frown.

“Is it your car? A flat? I can drive you–”

“No, no. I’m fine, I was just…” what were you doing?

Steve caught your hesitation and his lips parted like he wanted to ask you something, wanted to tell you everything and his eyes softened and the keys in your hand suddenly felt like they weighed a hundred pounds.

His tongue flicked out across his lips, papers rustling as he shifted on his feet, hair swept up by the wind without his hat to wrangle it all and you felt him pushing you again. Pulling you soft and easy into what you wanted to say and when hesitation threatened to snatch it away you held tight to the sound of his laughter. The way his lips turned up when he smiled at you all smug and boy. The way his hands felt in yours.

“I was just thinking,” you tried again, voice trembling just ever so, Steve holding his breath as he waited for you to complete your thought, “I just thought that maybe if you wanted we could–we could–”

He didn’t need to hear anymore and took the few steps toward you slow, toes of your shoes bumping against each other as he looked down at you, the rest of your words whisked away with how close you were.

“I fucked up,” he said and you shook your head in silent protest, but then he took your hand in his, “I should’ve said something.”

“You did–”

“No, I should’ve told you why I wanted you to stay. The real reason.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your chest grow tight, heart fluttering like a bird caught in cage. “The real reason…” your voice was barely above a whisper and he nodded.

“I thought maybe it’d go away when you left, but shit. It only got worse,” his brow furrowed as he put words to everything, pained but relieved. A release. The truth. “I–God, I wanted you stay with me. For me,” his hand squeezed yours, “I didn’t know it then because I was an idiot, but I…I really fucking loved you and–and I still do.”

I still do.

You didn’t wait, pulling him down into you by the hand that was holding tight to yours and caught his lips in a kiss and what had started out as a tiny ember crackled and flickered into a burning fire. Your eyes fluttered closed at the familiar feeling of him. The way his nose brushed against your cheek. His hair and how it fell into yours. The way his mouth fitted against yours perfectly like petals on a flower and neither of you heard his papers flutter to the pavement when he dropped them in favor of your waist, tugging you tight into him.

It was sitting too close your bedroom washed in summer, it was a free fall jump into the glittering water of the quarry, running through the long grass on the bluff and pulling Steve along behind you, a chance you should’ve taken so much sooner but as he kissed you back you knew it was better late than never.

When you finally, reluctantly pulled away you were both breathless, cheeks pink and flushed, lips bright and just a little kiss bitten. “Stay,” he said, voice low and soft and warm, the wide expanse of his hand still holding at your waist, fingers looped together in the other.

“But how will I–”

“Stay,” Steve said again and this time his brows pinched together and his eyes creased at the corners, looking at you like whatever you were worried about didn’t matter. You’d figure it out and he’d help you and the last little tiny tangle of hesitation unraveled. “Whatever it is, we can handle it, right?”

You could feel tears gathering along your lashes, but they were void of sadness, no semblance of regret to be found only relief and when you blinked they spilled over down the soft slope your cheeks.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry,” he lifted a hand to swipe at your tears with the rough pad of his thumb, leaning down to kiss them away as you shook your head.

“No, it’s okay,” you huffed a small laugh, his breath warming over your cheek as he pressed his lips there, “I’m just–I love you too, dummy. And–and I want to stay.” The look that came over him then, all bewilderment and disbelief, made you grin wide enough to pinch dimples into your cheeks and your heart soared.

“You do? You really do?” he asked twice, the first time to make sure and the second like a pinch to ground him in reality.

“I really do, Steve,” your voice was thick from the tears that were still falling, but you laughed again. A light, happy sound, one Steve hadn’t heard in so long and he wanted bottle it up and keep it forever. He couldn’t help it then either, grinning like an idiot at you, your idiot, and he laughed like he only did with you for the first time since you’d left.

There was a lot to figure out, you both knew it wasn't as simple as just staying there in Hawkins, but you wanted to try. Oh how you wanted to try. To make it work. To not lose what you'd lost before, but for now you just wanted to be with him, lost in each other there in the parking lot at midnight like nothing else mattered and it didn't.

Expression softening Steve lifted a hand to your cheek and took you in. Every tiny part of you just like he remembered. The little details of you, a map he knew like the back the of his hand. Popsicles shared on front porches, learning how to ride your bikes, scuffed knees and band-aids, first kisses and first heart aches.

I'm sorrys and I love yous.

“Best friends forever, right?” he asked, your little promise to each other, twisted tightly together like the threads of a bracelet and you smiled up at him.

“Best friends forever.”

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annab-nana · 1 year

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eddie with “Do I look like I’ve moved on?”

i could've made this super angsty, but i feel like i've put out quite a few angsty blurbs lately so i'll save your hearts for now

warnings: being exhausted, minor moment of mike's idiocy that really makes eddie mad, not proofread

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"i just can't believe it," eddie grumbled once more as the two of you laid in his bed. it was friday night, so after a long day at school, you had to cheer at the basketball game and eddie had an impromptu meeting of hellfire. dustin wanted to give it a go at an attempt of being a dungeon master for once so he wrote up a oneshot and got most of the guys together to meet after school except for lucas who would be at the game.

while you were in the gym cheering on the tigers who ended up winning the game, it seemed all the luck in the school was with the basketball players and none was left for eddie. each roll of the dice gave him a number too small so he wasn't able to deal as much damage as he was taking.

and then, mike decided to not help heal eddie and instead talk to a girl who was from the town they were saving to see if she had any insider information. dustin had placed her there as a distraction, one that eddie claimed was so obvious, and mike fell right into the trap. the girl, lavender, just sobbed and shook and when mike got closer to comfort her, she kissed him with poison-laced lips. mike didn't feel the effects until a minute later and within five minutes, he was out. eddie grumbled about that the most.

after mike's turn went gareth who got a low roll and then, the monster dealt his damage. with eddie's already low amount hit points, they were diminished immediately and he was gone. all of that is what you've heard eddie complain about since you saw him sulking when waiting for you after the game.

he couldn't seem to drop it and you loved him, you really did, but you were exhausted. friday was test day for most of your classes, so you got to put in all your knowledge from your late-night studying from the night prior. but taking tests took a lot out of you. in addition to that, you had to go home and get ready for the game and then actually go to the game and act like you weren't tired as could be. once the tigers won, you wanted to either go to your house or to eddie's, whichever was quicker to getting you in bed and letting you sleep.

when you saw eddie was done with hellfire, you smiled, happy that he was done so you could go home with him. falling asleep with him was just better overall. but, then you saw the look on his face. when he normally came to you after hellfire, he was happy and excited, but then you remembered he said that dustin was dm'ing tonight and figured it didn't go well.

when you two got in his van, he told it all and kept coming back to being aggravated with mike. you heard it in the car, you heard as you walked up the steps into the trailer, you heard it as he made mac and cheese for you and him, you heard it as you brushed your teeth and changed into his clothes, you heard even now as you laid by his side. he was clearly upset about this, but there wasn't anything he could do about it now.

"eddie," you whined in a mumble, tiredness clear in your voice as you snuggled closer to him, "i thought you had moved on from that."

"do i look like i've moved on?" he questioned, pitch getting higher at the end of his statement.

"no," you answered. you moved away a little to sit up and look at him. "listen, i get that you're upset about this, but there is absolutely nothing that we can do to fix it. i love you and if you let me sleep right now, we can do whatever you want tomorrow to make it better. hell, i'll play d and d with you, but i am exhausted and i really want to go to sleep."

then, eddie felt bad. he had been so wrapped up in stupid mike and his stupid mistake of trying to talk to that stupid girl that he didn't even realize you were on the brink of passing out. eddie nodded his head and reopened his arms for you to settle into which you did instantly after muttering a small 'thank you'.

"i really am sorry about the mike stuff though," you whispered into his neck and breathed in his scent. you sighed in contentment before continuing, "that really does suck."

"it's okay. i'm sorry for talking about it all night," eddie muttered against your forehead before he pressed his lips there.

"you were upset," you spoke softly, nearing sleep with every second that passes, "i want you to talk to me when you're upset, but maybe when i'm a little more coherent, yeah?"

"yeah." eddie's lips found your skin again, this time a little lower on your nose. "i love you, you know that, right?"

"mhmm," you hummed as you got lost in his comfort and warmth, "love you too."

he chuckled lightly at you and let you sleep, your cuteness and presence making him forget all about what happened earlier.

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Eddie Munson x Athlete! Reader

I posted this enemies to lovers blurb some hours ago and I can´t stop thinking about it so instead of working I decided to write it in bullets lol. And I wasn´t expecting my first bullet imagine to be this long (it was longer but Tumblr made me erase some parts). I was really inspired, sorry boss (I freaking love bookworm Eddie)

This is before canon so don´t worry for S4 spoilers

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You hate each other

That´s it

Literally despise each other to guts because he´s so idiot and not responsible and a big ass child and weird

And you´re so miss right, miss perfect, miss always-training-to-be-better, so into grades and futures

And weird

Every Thursday he would come out of school at night after playing D&D and you would see him because you just finished some late training

Mess each other for a bit

“What´s up Miss sweats?”

“Shut it Mr. grade failure”

Even in recess you´d love to throw him a box of milk when he´s on a table giving a loser speech. Just to see him mad

In classes he´s a pain in the ass

“Hey, pass me question 3”

“Fuck off”

“Professor! She´s copying from my exam!”

“I DO NOT”

“Quiet you two!”

Even every teacher knows about your feelings toward the other

Hell, everybody knows this

Anyway

On Monday you were walking back from some training and as always you decided to go pass the bookstore and check new releases.

Surprise! There’s an announcement in the bookstore announcing they will have the LOTR special edition

And that’s weird because nobody pays attention to the small town of Hawkins

It´s a special edition. Limited copies.

Not only that, it´s about your favorite high fantasy book.

Heck, scratch that. Your favorite book of all time.

You. Need. To. Get. It.

But there’s a problem. A big one.

The release date is on the next Thursday. And guess who has late training? Yes. Miss-bad-luck you

There´s two options, cancel training or train earlier and hope you get a copy

…

Nah, cancel it. A special edition is worth it.

The week before release day you´re so anxious people wonder if you´re into drugs

If everybody notices your anxiety so does Eddie

“Something wrong miss great? Need something to calm you down?”

“I swear to god if you don’t shut up for once you´ll play your dragon game in the hospital”

Rude.

But what you didn´t know is that Eddie was in the same place, he is also a LOTR fan, he has all the books besides The Hobbit ones. If he could live in a fantasy place, would be in those books.

So. He. Also. Needs. It.

Both of you are in the same situation and didn´t even notice

Eddie has been planning how to tell the guys that D&D was canceled that day

They won´t like it. But again, they didn´t know about their leader´s love for books.

If he doesn’t get that book he would unsubscribe from LifE

Obviously the guys complained about it but Eddie convince them to have a free day to rest their brave souls for the next battle

He knows how to convince people.

Thursday morning passed way slower than ever

the last bell ran so fast you felt your legs give up.

Oh no.

The line is so long you bet all your money you won´t get a copy, until an angel sent from heaven save you.

“I didn´t know you like those books”

“I didn´t know you knew how to read”

Eddie Munson was there, almost in front of the line. Of course he would skip classes

“Well, guess Wonder Woman was slow this time and won´t get a copy”

Not gonna lie, that hurt like hell, you do wanted a copy but now its almost impossible and his words hit a nerve.

Eddie wasn´t a fool, he saw the way your face fell and your body seemed like it carried the weight of the world and god bless his pretty heart

“you know… just… get in front of me…”

Eddie couldn’t look the way your face lighted and your smile got big because he was looking at the other way to hide his blush.

The bookstore would open in 2 more hours so instead of being quiet and awkward you decided to ask him about other books.

And he answered so nice he would tell you everything and make you laugh

Two hours of books recommendations until the bookstore opened its doors and you two managed to get each one a copy.

All thanks to Eddie swore-enemy Munson

You both said goodbye not before thanking him for letting you in the line.

Something changed between you. You were nicer to each other making the whole school confused.

One day in recess he came to your table just to pull something from his bag.

A book.

His favorite copy of “Farenheit 451” with notes on the corners of the pages.

Your heart was beating so fast you swore he could hear it.

The next day you gave him your favorite and secret copy of “To kill a mockingbird”

On Friday he waited for you to talk about the book you lent him and gosh you have a crush on Eddie now

And he has a crush on you now.

You two would go to the park every Friday and talk about books for some weeks until he lent you a book with a note inside it asking if he could court you as if you two were in 1800.

Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy who?

Nah

You and Eddie Munson

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spiderfunkz · 2 years

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can i have🌟 stars will fall - blurbs I. and dance with me (by beabadoobee) with robin <3

DANCE WITH ME!

pairings : robin buckley x gn!reader

words : 0.4k

warnings : pure fluff, you and robin being a gay mess, kissing, established relationship, my horrible writing probably but i think that's it.

note : this song with robin is absolute perfection!! also sorry if this felt a bit rushed :,D i made this into a lyric fic since thought that fits best, lmk if u want it changed <3

if you want to dance with me,

you love saturday nights. schools done for the week, the paperwork is all done, you can spend the whole day however you'd like. and what's a better way to spend the time than spending it with your lovely girlfriend.

you're laying on your bed, flipping through the pages of your book as robin looks around your room.

"oh my god, you have a record player?" she gasps, finding the player under the cabinet. "yeah, it's a bit old though, i haven't played anything in a while." you explain, closing your book and walking towards robin. "i have a few records saved, you wanna play them?" you ask, opening the bottom drawer, revealing the few records you have.

"let me see.." you rummage through the records, "this one!" you smile. "this is the one." you held up the vinyl. "hm?" robin furrowed her brows. "you'll see come on." you set up the record as the music starts playing.

dance with me,

"do you wanna, dance with me?" you ask, offering your hand as robin's face turns red. "yeah, yeah, yeah!" robin smiles, holding your hand. your hands wrap around her waist as her hands wrap around your neck.

"okay just a warning i have terrible coordination, and i can't dance at all." robin warned as she laughed. "it's okay," you smile, tucking her hair behind her ear, "just follow me, yeah?" you say as she nodded.

it's pretty fast but this is what you do in parties right,

"follow my steps, m'love." you added as robin smiled, nodding. robin's steps gracefully follow yours as you sway to the rhythm.

"see? you're amazing at this." you say, excited. robin grew a smile as she looked up to you, how can one be so pretty? she thought. you danced to elegantly to the music as robin tries her best to follow.

and i know it's hard to tell,

"you're really pretty y'know that? so, so, so pretty." robin stated as you feel your cheeks turn pink. "you're prettier, bubs. really, really, really pretty." you added.

but i think i really like you,

"i really like you, y/n." robin says. the room started to feel really hot all of the sudden. did the fan turn off? did the window just close suddenly? oh my god, is my face red?

you shake the thoughts off your head as you look down before smiling. "i really like you too." you reply, the tension building up in the room.

before you know it your lips are connected to robin's. her hands cup your face as you felt a smile grow on your lips. "i would give you the world if i can." robin confesses.

"you're my world." you reply.

#blair's 120 celebration ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley imagine #stranger things #stranger things imagine #nmlnm #lgbtq

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messenger-of-stupidity · 2 years

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Redacted Audio Masterlist

ALL THE REDACTED CONTENT I MAKE IS NOW GOING TO BE ORGANIZED AND STORED HERE! Anything that is a fanfiction type thing will be italicized.

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Valentines Day “Blurbs”

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Five Random HC , Pt 2

Can they Skateboard

Incorrect Quotes Pt. ? Generator , School

Summer Camp HC Pt 1.

Responses to: Pt. 1

Caelum

> No my opinion will not be subjected to change on this. If you disagree, fine. it’s the internet, I’m not expecting everyone to agree with me. But we should still respected what Erik said about Caelum and romantic relationships.

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D(a)emon Boy Designs

Shaw Pack Shenanigans:

Black Flies Series Pt. 1 , Pt. 2

A little more warmth

Shaw Mates Groupchat - Pt. 1 , Pt. 2 , Pt. 3 , Pt. 4 , Pt. 5

Youtube Channels

Incorrect Quotes , Pt 2

Thanksgiving

HBS 2023 Snapshots

Memes

David and Angel:

“Davey”

Angel Design

“Furry”

Angel and Sweetheart

Incorrect Quotes

Angel OC Thread (Please reblog with your Angel OCs. :D) > Alternatively: OCs

All Together Spooky

Planes

Last Line of Defense

Victorian AU Pt. 1

Mundane Ft. Asher

Asher and Baabe:

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Darlin and Baabe

OCs

Planes

Milo and Sweetheart:

Sweetheart Design

Angel and Sweetheart

Incorrect Quotes

Sweetheart Picrew (Sweetheart OC Thread)

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All Together Spooky

Planes

Origin of Tomorrow Ft. Cutie

Gavin and Freelancer:

Incorrect Quotes

Dance With Me Ft. Caelum

OCs

D.A.M.N. Squad:

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All Together Spooky Ft. Caelum

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Vincent and Lovely:

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All Together Spooky

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You Must Be This Tall Ft. Vincent’s Stranger

Sam and Darlin:

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Darlin and Baabe

Five Things I love about you

OCs

All Together Spooky

Planes

The Months I Loved You ft. Quinn

Cutie and Geordie:

Incorrect Quotes

Break-Time Geordi Audio Thoughts

Guy and Honey:

Incorrect Quotes, Pt. 2

Honey Teddy Grahams

Should have stayed in Pre-Algebra

> Technically a continuation piece thing of honey teddy grahams, but can be read as a standalone piece and it still makes sense.

Elliot and Sunshine:

Incorrect Quotes (ft. Brachium)

Regulus and Precious:

Aaron and Smartass:

Ollie and Mentor:

Hush and Doc:

James and Spouse:

Anton and his love:

Lasko and Dear:

Blake and Bestie:

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So do something

Save You

Camelopardalis (god I love his name so fucking much aaaa):

Chaos in your mind

Dear Friend ft. Warden

I’ll Still Dream of You

Ivan and Baby (both of them):

Project Meridian Asset:

All Together Spooky

Incorrect Quotes

Vega and Warden:

Vega Design

Warden Design

OCs

Regretful

Lose Everything (Prompt Episode One)

Incorrect Quotes

New Warden Design + HC

H I M

Ever Again

Unique and Powerful

I Still See Your Face

Avior and Starlight:

Incorrect Quotes

Bright Eyes and Frederick:

Lore Explanation (ty Anon)

Fun Night

Imperium AU:

After Love is Gone - Imp!Damien/Imp!Angel

Vulture of Reality - Imp!Vega/Pet

Anemia - Imp!Vincent/Imp!Lovely

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want to praise you like i should

summary: you don't have a praise kink. you never have and you think you never will. enter jerry. rating: m pairing: jerry schilling x gn reader ( i think, tell me if i erred too much to one side, i was really trying to make this as inclusive as i could. ) unrequited blink and you miss it steve binder x gn reader word count: 1667. i cannot write a damn blurb to save my life. warning: praise kink. oral ( m receiving ). implied sex. unprotected sex implied. elvis being fucking elvis. jealousy. possessiveness. faint d/s elements? probably an excessive use of the nickname kitten. because i asked for a gender neutral nickname that wasn't just baby and then i imagined it and now we're where we are. author's note: welcome to day 5 of kinktober: praise kink with jerry schilling. this is a new one for me and one of- two blurbs i'm posting with this kink today ( ideally, i do realize how late it is). i might write the sugar daddy elvis one within the week. we'll see. but yeah i'm not sure how good this one is, so hopefully y'all like it.

It starts innocently enough in Hollywood. You were Jerry's assistant doing the things that Jerry was too busy to get to, the small things that needed to be done to keep this whole enterprise running. Elvis was always either filming or getting into some mischief with Priscilla or an actress that you and Jerry and every adult in the picture had to clean up.

As it turns out? You were very good at cleaning things up. Elvis needed a quick getaway? You were there with the car before Jerry asked. Elvis needed to have a story buried? You were there with a charming grin ready to get a writer to just shove that under the wrong, with empty promises of having something better for them to write later. Any time you came back with the job done Jerry was there to greet you with a smile and four simple words.

"You did good, kitten."

You don't think about it the first time, or the second or really any number of times until you hear him saying it in the back of his bus, someone moving between his legs. You hear those words you only associate with yourself being uttered as he fists his fingers in their hair and you shudder. If that night you dream of being in that person's position- well, that's between you and your deity isn't it?

But then the Colonel has Elvis doing some sort of special for a sewing company and Vernon is talking about having to let you go but you feel Jerry's hand against your waist like he owns you as he pulls you close, shaking his head.

"Letting them go? With how good they are? I'll pay for their salary myself, Vernon." His response feels like it echos in your brain, the word good just bouncing around before you inhale sharply. If Jerry notices that day, he doesn't comment on it.

Which brings you to today, brings you to the time around today where you've practically been Jerry's shadow when you're not trying to get information from Steve and Bones about how the television industry works. You know you're not always going to be a Memphis Mafia assistant- Jerry's assistant- forever and it pays to have various skills.

Steve happens to be behind you, showing you something on a monitor when you hear Jerry's voice from the doorway.

"Steve you- Am I interrupting something?" His voice sounds a little tight, like he's angry and you find that you don't like how it sounds. You want to fix it like you fix so many other things with Jerry. You and Steve turn around with Steve's arm deciding around your waist is a good spot to be.

"Jerry-" You start, trying to move away from Steve and earning a sigh from him.

"I was just showing Y/N the ropes. They wanted to see, they're uh- a quick learner." His hand finally drops from your waist as Jerry motions for you to come over to the doorway.

Any other time and you'd make a comment about how you're not a dog and "try again, Schilling", but this time all you do is move to his side looking more than a bit confused.

"I know- they're good like that. You think so too, Binder?" Jerry asks with an edge to his voice that seems like jealousy and it's then that you realize what's going on and you have to bite back a laugh. Jerry was jealous like that one time you were. Oh this was a sight to behold even if you hear the word good and find that it has the same effect on you as it always does.

Steve opens his mouth before shutting it, almost as if he realizes he needs to choose his words carefully. When he finally answers you have to bite your lip. "I think they're one of the best. You- You should keep them around otherwise I might have to snatch them up. We could always use someone that good on the team here."

Jerry's hand goes out to your waist then, pulling you into him like that's where you belong and in a way you're beginning to realize maybe that's the truth. Maybe that's where you are always supposed to be, by Jerry's side cleaning things up or helping to run things. A flash of the idea of being married to him hits you and you let a small oh that only Jerry hears. He looks over at you and you swear you see his pupils dilate just looking at you.

"It's part of the plan. Listen, I need to borrow them, you can finish the lesson later. It's an EP thing." Jerry's grip has moved down to your hip and you can feel it getting tighter certain to bruise if he presses much more. You find you don't mind.

"Yeah- an EP thing. I- You go have fun, man. Just bring them back in one piece, they really could learn a thing or two." Steve's tone is soft as his eyes focus on Jerry's grip on your hip before shaking his head and turning back to the monitor.

Jerry leads you out of the room the second Steve turns away and into the nearest bathroom with a lock, shoving you in before locking the door behind him.

"What the hell, Jerry?" You ask before you're startled by the feel of his lips on yours. You almost push him away reflexively before you hear him mumbling as he kisses down your neck.

"My good kitten, my gorgeous baby. Steve's thinking you're free but he doesn't-"

You find your voice even if it's a little breathless as you actually push him off of you.

"I am free. You haven't- I didn't realize you wanted me, Jerry." Your voice betrays how truly and honestly confused you are before he moves to cup your face.

"Oh, kitten, no. I- I'm your boss and you didn't seem interested. But seeing you there with him- seeing him look at you like that- I had to let you know."

"EP's my boss, Jerry." You say like that is supposed to explain your own feelings before you sink to the ground, your hands moving to undo Jerry's belt as quick as you can. "And you weren't interested. You kept telling me how good I was but then you had other people in between your legs. And you told them they were good." You pause, tilting your head at his hardening cock before pulling down his underwear. "When you and I know I'd be the best."

Jerry starts to speak, tries to defend himself before you take him in your mouth and whatever he was about to say is overtaken by a groan as he moves to put his hand in your hair, trying to find something to grip. You pull off and let yourself do small kitten licks all across his cock, looking up and watching him stare down at you, his chest heaving like he's run a marathon already. When you're satisfied that you've lived up to your kitten nickname, you take him back in your mouth, your lips stretching around his cock as you slowly work your way to getting all of it in your mouth. He's thicker than you're used to, but the length- you can work with the length. Your tongue brushes the underside, tracing a vein as you listen to him practically whimpering above you.

"Fuck- kitten. You're so good, always so good to me and so good at what you do. Such an overachiever, bet if I asked you'd take me in this bathroom, you'd cry out so everyone would know you're mine, finally." His hand is gripping your hair fully now, pulling at it and you let out a groan between that and the feeling off his cock reaching the back of your throat. "Taking all of me in your mouth, you're- knew you'd be good. So fucking- I'm- I want to come in your mouth, kitten."

You look up at him, trying to convey your permission and you figure it's how long you've been working together that has him reading the look correctly as he grunts. "You're so good to me, letting me come in your mouth. You'll swallow it because that's what good kittens do."

Your hand moves in between your legs before Jerry yanks your hair. "None of that kitten. Good kittens don't- You won't touch yourself, that's for me later once you're off your knees. Let me taste how I've made you feel- how my praise is making you feel. You'll be good like you always are, won't you?"

You whimper and you can feel him twitching from the vibration, and you hollow out your cheeks, trying to manage a tighter suction before you hear a series of curses and the warm salty feeling you only associate with come filling your mouth. You almost start to choke, everything getting to be too much before you remember to breathe through your nose, pulling your mouth off of Jerry as you swallow. A bit leaks out from the sides of your mouth and you feel it. You find yourself leaning against the wall on your knees when you feel Jerry's thumb swipe at the side of your mouth, wiping up the cum that you lost. He moves his thumb to your lips and without a second thought your tongue darts out to lick it off.

Jerry's eyes are even more heated after that as he pulls you up, praises falling off his lips as he does. You shiver at the continued praise and at his touch against your face and at how his hand is drifting lower down your torso until he reaches between your legs.

"Let me take care off you. Show you how I reward my good little kitten. My good baby."

Your only answer is a nod as you kiss him, letting him taste himself on your lips.

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