#brown boys are so disappointing sometimes

[luvparidhi]

brown boys be obsessed with cricket still can’t understand boundaries

#desi #desiblr #brown girls #desi tumblr #desi aesthetic #desi tag #indian #brown boys are so disappointing sometimes

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley, Part 2:

Thinking Simon is asleep when he isn't. Or so he says. Case in point: Simon in all his cattiness made you his pillow. Your nails were working miracles scratching along his scalp which had him dozing off and lightly snoring. Or so you thought. You heard him grumble, "Why'd you stop, luvie?" when you moved your hand. He'll deny he was asleep, too, like the peepaw that he is.

To piggyback off the first point, Simon will sometimes quietly grab your hand and put it back on his head if you stop scratching his scalp. If you stop a second time, he will have experienced a betrayal man and cat were never supposed to know, and it's Affection Denied™ for the rest of the day lmao.

Texting each other when you're in two separate rooms because you don't feel like talking out loud. Sometimes, you'll text him some crazy shit that'll warrant him leaving the room he was in to silently judge you.

Absolutely loving to watch him shave in the morning because Simon is so sexy when he's concentrating, eyebrows furrowed, and those brown eyes staring intensely in the mirror.

You and Simon shit-talking each other in bed because you'll complain about being hot with the covers and cuddle pile you two have going on but never really doing anything to change it. You two actually can't get a good night's sleep without being up under the other.

Simon banning you from watching horror films because, for the hundredth bloody time, he didn't hear shit, love. He actually did and it was the neighbors but he can't be arsed to get out of bed.

Speaking of neighbors, it's you and Simon lying in bed, listening to the neighbors make sex and when it's done, Simon goes, "Mm. A new record," and he sounds so unimpressed which causes you to guffaw. Oh my fucking god—

Getting in the dog house with Simon because when your hands are cold, you stick them down in his pants to rest on his thighs because it's hilarious to see him jump and that's what he gets for not turning the heat up. Simon counterargues that he did turn it up. Three degrees.

Introducing Simon to the wonders of Spa Day at home because his skin needs some TLC. Simon looking like someone's stressed auntie with a ciggie dangling from his lips, wearing a really comfortable bathrobe you got him, and eye masks on.

You two treating it like the end of the world whenever one of y'all gets sick (Simon to a lesser extent) because how in the hell will you get your daily dose of affection?

Going all out and having a whole-ass reveal party for your newest edition to the family, Pup. You gave the boys shirts to wear in celebration. You wore Dad, Simon wore... Mom????, Kyle got Uncle, Soap got... Big Brother??? and Price got... Grandfather. Grand. Father. "Congrats, Cap'n." "Shut up."

Pranking Simon by calling him some random guy's name just to see his reaction. Simon stops what he's doing, judges you in Ghost, and goes, "Who the fuck is Anthony?" After that, it's on sight for Anthony. Whoever the fuck that is. Simon gets you back, though, and he's all, "Ask Anthony" "Oh? You love Anthony, too?" "Sorry sweetheart, Simon is taken. Better go to Anthony." Real funny, asshole.

Simon thinking you're about to go down on him. Not the way he thinks, though. You've situated yourself between his thighs, put his legs on your shoulders, and lower your head to... blow raspberries in his tummy. Like... whole-ass tunes. The disappointment on his face is immeasurable. But then you have him chuckling because you're fuckin' adorable looking up at him like that and your raspberries are ticklish.

#2queued4u. #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern lovefare. #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod x reader #cod x you #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #x plus size reader #x poc reader #x black reader #task force 141

[jello-chennie]

✧ tough guy iwaizumi hajime who ends up falling for his best friend’s cute little sister

✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (nsfw at the end ⚠︎)

✧ word count 857

all three of you grow up together, with you being two years younger than tooru. oikawa is always doting on you, treating you like a doll. despite the very little age gap, no matter how old you get, he’s always referring to you as his baby sister. oikawa spoils you rotten. one look from those big brown eyes you both share, but look a lot cuter on you for some reason, and oikawa can’t help but to give you whatever you ask for.

in the beginning, iwaizumi is almost like your other, more responsible big brother when things go wrong. you’re always trying to tag along with your older brother and his friend, which is a recipe for disaster sometimes.

when you inevitably take a spill, and bump your knees, tooru is rolling on the ground, shouting out against the heavens for forsaking you. how could the higher powers let you just fall to the ground like that?? but iwaizumi is is silently wiping off the pebbles from your knee with his little hands, blowing cool air to help assuage your pain. without a word, he carries you back home.

eventually you learn to stop tagging along so much. you can only handle so much pain and embarrassment. other than those moments, iwaizumi and you never really spend that much time together. for the rest of your childhood, you’re more acquaintances than anything else.

but at some point, after oikawa desperately begs you to join the boys volleyball team as it’s manager (“its the only time we’ll be together in high school, you wouldn’t ruthlessly deny your precious and loving and dashing and charming big brother this chance, would you???”), iwaizumi begins to notice you again. but this time, you’re a lot more grown up than you were before. seems like good looks run in the family.

but he’s not the only one that notices. in the same sense that oikawa seems to have the student body under his spell, it seems you do as well, and without even trying.

you’ve had a sheltered childhood that you mostly spent in doors, so you’re shyer than most people. and your brother enables you with his doting behaviour.

iwaizumi finds himself frequently getting jealous at the basket of love letters and confectionery that you have to empty out of your locker and lug home every night. iwaizumi finds that his hands begin to ache after a while bc he clenches them so hard whenever he sees another person confessing to you. and he waits with baited breath to see their disappointed faces as they walk away—an indication that you turned them down again in the way that you always shyly do; an indication that he might still have a chance, yet.

in an effort to put the moves on you, iwaizumi is constantly performing little acts of service for you. he goes out with you to the fountains to refill the water bottles so that you have some company, and so that you won’t have to carry anything heavy—that should be his job, after all. in the most cliche move ever, when an errant ball goes flying right in your direction, iwaizumi coolly catches it with one hand before it can bounce off of your head, making sure to ask you if you’re okay after. he stays behind to help you sweep the floors after practice, striking up a conversation with you. when oikawa stays behind to practice his spikes, iwaizumi walks alone with you home, making sure to keep you away from the side of the sidewalk that’s closest to the road. iwa also makes sure to put your back against the wall of the train while standing in front of you, keeping you safe from any wandering hands.

eventually, he even starts buying your favourite milk drink from the vending machine, and brings it to you while he visits your classroom, the place where you normally eat your lunch. he sits, and eats with you (to which oikawa complains vehemently bc “why would you just sit in a different spot than we normally do without telling me?? you left me all alone!!")

iwaizumi’s actions don’t go unnoticed. you start to fall for it.

when you two eventually start to date, oikawa is whining and complaining that you two are both stealing each other away from him (there’s also relentless teasing on oikawa’s end bc “iwa-chan, isn’t funny that you fell in love with someone that looks just like me?? are you secretly gay and actually just in love with me :3 ??”)

but what’s really the kick in the back for oikawa is the moment he runs up to his precious little sister’s room to check and see what she wants for dinner. but upon opening the door, he finds both his best friend (who, of which, he didn’t even know was over their place at the moment) on top of his “adorable baby sister who can do absolutely no wrong”; the two of them are naked from the waist down, in the throes of passion.

he falls to his knees, asking god to strike him dead, right then and there.

#drabbles #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyu x reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu smut #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa tōru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa toru x reader #iwaizumi x oikawa little sister!reader #oikawa little sister #oikawa sister #iwaizumi x oikawa!reader

[sidekick-hero]

(steddie | gen | wc: 846 | cw: none | tags: established relationship, soft boys being soft | @steddielovemonth prompt: Love is being seen and known by @acasualcrossfade)

It's a quiet Sunday afternoon in late May, the sun streaming in through the living room windows and bathing them in its warm light.

His head is in Eddie's lap and Eddie's fingers are running through his hair in that soothing way that makes Steve feel closer to sleep than awake. Everything is soft and hazy, like a dream he never wants to wake up from.

Everything could be perfect.

Everything is perfect, really.

Everything except the voice in his head. It speaks in different tongues to better disguise itself, making it harder for Steve to get rid of it.

Sometimes it sounds like his grandfather telling him to go somewhere else to eat like a goddamn pig when Steve ate his chicken legs with his hand and got grease on himself.

Other times it's his mom telling the neighbor that Steve wasn't the brightest kid, but at least he was good at sports.

Often it is his father's voice asking him why he is such a disappointment.

On his bad days, it is Nancy's voice reminding him that his love is bullshit, that he is bullshit.

Eddie helps. Most days he makes the voices go away, or at least helps him quiet them.

But not today.

Today Steve woke up to a bad day.

That's why they canceled their plans to go to the Hopper-Byers' for a family picnic and decided to spend their Sunday on the couch instead, just the two of them.

That's why Steve is biting back the questions he's been dying to ask for hours. It's too much to ask, too raw, too needy. It would be like cutting himself open and showing Eddie the emptiness inside where a real person should be.

That's why he breaks so easily when Eddie looks down at him with a soft, adoring smile on his face and kisses the tip of Steve's nose.

Just like that. Like it's nothing. Like it's everything.

Like it's love.

"Why?" It bursts out of him like hot magma from an erupting volcano, spilling out of his mouth and leaving scorched earth in its wake.

Brown eyes widen in surprise, clearly not expecting a natural disaster in their living room.

"Why what, Stevie?" He asks, his fingers stopping their soothing ministrations, and Steve begins a tally of the casualties. That's one.

"Why are you doing this?" Steve demands, unable to contain the outburst. "Treating me like... like I'm something worth treating with so much care and gentleness? You canceled the picnic today like it's no big deal, but I know how excited you've been all week about your little campaign with the kids. Just because I'm too weak to handle a bad day. Why are you not angry? Why... why...?"

Why are you still here?

He can't say it, can't ask it, too afraid of the answer.

But Eddie hears it anyway, can see through Steve and his bullshit as if he were made of glass.

"Because I love you, Steve."

Steve hates that it sounds so simple when Eddie says it like that.

"But why?"

Steve scrambles into an upright position, can't bear to have this conversation lying down. He needs to be able to run and hide, to get away so he can lick his wounds.

Some of these thoughts must show on his face, or maybe it's just the way Eddie has learned to read him like an open book. Those dark chocolate eyes Steve loves to get lost in go impossibly soft as they take him in, and Eddie's calloused hands are so, so gentle as they grip Steve's own, as if Eddie is afraid he'll break him with one wrong move.

"There is no why, Stevie. I love you because I have to. Because there is no other way to exist in a world with you in it. No why, any more than there's a reason your hair does that floppy thing no matter how hard you try to tame it. Or why a gaggle of middle schoolers imprinted on you like ducklings, so now we're co-parenting them."

Eddie brings both of Steve's hands to his mouth and kisses them reverently before placing them on his own cheeks, silently asking Steve to hold him.

And Steve does, as if Eddie is the most precious thing he's ever held in his hands.

"Some days I felt like I wasn't even real, you know? Like I was imaginary, and if people stopped believing I was real, I would just disappear. So I invented myself every day so other people wouldn't have to. It was like who I really was was secondary to what I wanted everyone else to see. But not you. You saw me. You knew me, from the beginning. I can't really explain it any better than that. You make me real. And I love you. And there is no why, only a how. I love you like you're real too."

The voices in his head do not magically disappear, but when Steve kisses Eddie, he begins to feel like a real person, too.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddielovemonth #day 5 #love is being seen and known #my writing

[curlyfries967-blog]

Vamos A Bailar

Word Count 10.0+

WARNING NSFW THIS STORY CONTAINS HEAVY SMUT.

FemaleReader, BreedingKink, BDSM, Shibari, RopePlay, Blindfolds, Edging, Facefucking, Primal Play, PraiseKink, Toys. If it's not your cup of tea then please find something else to read.

Plot: you haven't seen Miguel in a month and a half because he's been busy with work. But tonight is your date night together at a Salsa Social and he's going to make it up to you.

Light chatter and upbeat passionate music fills the air as you enter the large dance hall room. Your new heels gently click on the marble floor as you navigate about. Your black dress flowed with ease as it danced around your thighs just above your knees. Your kind gentle eyes search the crowded hall for your missing partner. The one who swore to you that he would be here on time tonight. You have not seen him in almost an entire month. Maybe you wouldn't see him tonight. A disappointed click escapes from your mouth and tongue, realizing that he wasn't here at all. Your shoulders slump disheartened looking down at your watch. Miguel was late to your date night. He gave his word that he would be there for you. 

The man was always late to everything. He never meant to be a disappointment, but he’s so focused on his work that sometimes he doesn’t even realize what time it is. 

He does always make it, though. He’s reliable that way. 

You see a familiar tall, muscular man with dark brown eyes and curly dark hair. His large figure made him stand out from the crowd around the two of you. He's wearing a black button up along with charcoal gray ripped jeans. When he spots you he smiles and walks up to you. His biceps bulge effortlessly as they hold up two glasses of wine in his possession. 

"I'm sorry I'm late," he apologized quickly, leaning in, placing a kiss on your cheek. He handed you a glass of wine. Making up for his lateness with some sweetness. 

"What happened to being on time?" You asked, feeling crossed with him. 

"Hobie happened," he groans in disdain, rubbing the bridge of his nose,  before taking a sip from his glass. 

"Oh?" You laughed while drinking from your glass. You knew the teenager enjoys giving Miguel a run for his money. But as long as you knew Hobie, he was always respectful and kind towards you. But whenever Miguel had his moments of ranting or venting about him. You could have sworn he was describing another person or talking about somebody else completely different from the Hobie you knew. 

"What did he do this time?" you asked with a raised eyebrow, placing a hand on your hip and turning towards him. 

"He messed up the inventory again," he replied, shaking his head and letting out a big sigh. "I swear that boy lacks basic skills." 

You couldn't help but laugh at his rant, knowing how much Hobie's actions bothered him. But despite his complaints, there was a warmth to his attitude towards his younger coworker, and you knew that the two of them had a special connection despite their differences.

"Work is like a daycare. It's like trying to manage a bunch of kids and it's damn near impossible." He's beginning to get worked up and catches himself before it ruins his evening.

He changes the topic not wanting to talk about the frustrating teenager nor his job, "You look absolutely stunning, Cariña," he successfully distracts you with a compliment and his rare mesmerizing smile. His dark brown eyes soak up your beauty. Your hair was in a braided bun, lips were ruby and enticing to look at. His eyes lingered longer looking at your welcoming full lips. 

Flustered by his kind words, you can't help but smile back. You had always been conscious of your looks but his attention made your confidence skyrocket like never before. You can't help but look around, seeing if anyone was watching, though a part of you didn't care. There was something in his eyes, in the way he was staring at your lips. Feeling your heartbeat accelerating, you took a drink of your wine, hoping to ease your nerves. As you swallow, you felt a pair of strong hands slide along your sides, causing butterflies in your tummy.

"You're not so bad yourself," you gestured to his clothes with your free hand. 

"I really didn't think ripped jeans would look good on me," he confessed, giving you a slow threesixty of his outfit that you had laid out for him on the bed, "You have good taste." Absolutely, the clothes you picked highlighted his assets. If you left it up to him; he would have dressed as comfortably as possible in sweats and a hoodie. Not that you had an issue with his outfit choices, but tonight was Salsa night and he promised you a romantic evening together. 

"You'd look good in anything," you said coyly. You had picked out a pair of clothes for him, and you were right: they did compliment his physique. His arms bulged as he waved around his glass of wine, causing him to flex his biceps. He even looked handsome in ripped jeans. What can't this man get away with? He was charming, kind, and incredibly sexy. How did you get so lucky?

"Why thank you, gorgeous," he responded, turning to you with a grin, his eyes twinkling from your compliment. His confident smirk was enough to make you want to bite that cocky bottom lip, but you didn't let yourself go out of control. As your gaze traveled down his body, you saw how those ripped jeans accentuated his muscular frame, making your heart sink a little. How was he so ripped and so attractive at the same time? He was the ultimate tease and you just couldn't get enough. 

Letting out a long breath, you took a sip from your wine, feeling your thoughts wander. This night was promising to be a good one and you were looking forward to a bit more than salsa.

A guitarist on stage played with passion, his fingers moving deftly over the strings as the singer's voice soared above the music. Emotion of the music washes over both your bodies. The couples that were there on the dance floor, spun and moved around each other. The sounds of trumpets filled the room, along with a cowbell, other chorus of instruments that the Banda played. He listens to the beautiful music as he then wraps his arm around your waist as he starts to move to the beat of the music.

You lean against him as he guides both of you towards the dance floor. As the music takes over you, feeling his body rhythmically rocking against yours, you feel yourself giving in to the passion of it all. Dancing like nobody's watching, you let yourself enjoy the moment, his arms wrapped protectively around your waist and your smile stretched across your face. You were in your element and you didn't care if people were staring. This was your night and you were going to enjoy it to the fullest.

You love it when Miguel dances with you. Not that he's a professional at it, but there's something about holding him close that makes you weak in the knees. You lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. Tonight is perfect, and you feel a little better about Miguel being late. You're lucky to have a boyfriend like him.

"I love the music here," He says as he then pulls you closer to his side while still moving to the beat of the music.

"I do too," you replied, turning slightly towards him and placing a kiss on his chiseled cheek. "It just screams romance, doesn't it?" You raised your glass in a toast, and he clinked his own against it, his fingers lingering in yours. "To a perfect night," you said, before taking another sip. 

Feeling his warm breath on your cheek, you couldn't help but smile. This was the kind of evening that made you feel alive inside. Just the two of you, enjoying each other's company, it almost felt out of this world…

"Let's dance," he takes you out to further into the dance floor. 

"You lead, love," you say, allowing him to take charge. Miguel is much more of an extrovert than you are, and he loves being the center of attention. You have no problem letting him take the lead, and he happily obliges. He takes you out on to the dance floor, and soon you're swept up in his arms. You dance together for hours, losing track of time and the rest of the world. Your mind is only occupied by Miguel and the way he makes you feel.

You're his yang to his yin when you two danced together. He steps towards and you mirrored him opposite. And vice versa as you step towards him, smiling up at him. He held your right arm up with your left hand and gently made you twirl on the floor. He loves to show you off in front of jealous eyes. He tugs you towards his body. His large hand resting on the small of your bare back, his touch sent goosebumps running down your spine. He knew exactly what he was doing, giving you such a devilish sultry smile. A nervous giggle escapes your lips, "Miguel!"

"Tu querias a bailar." He snickers, drawing you closer. You were so close to him now that it was impossible not to blush at each touch. You were still a little nervous around Miguel; but he made you feel safe, and that's what mattered. You felt yourself relaxing in his care, and your smile grew. 

"I love you, Miguel," you said, looking into his eyes. You meant it, every word. You had never loved someone as much as you loved Miguel.

"I love you, too," he replied, pulling you in for a kiss. 

His large body towers over you and he ever so slowly kisses you. Your head felt fuzzy, you weren't sure if it's the wine or  if it was the effect he had on you. The kiss made you stumble in your sparkly high heels, causing you to accidentally roll awkwardly on your ankle and step on his toe. Mortified, you gasp. You were so embarrassed that you wanted to curl up and die. 

"Are you okay, Amor?' Miguel asked, he caught your arm just in time preventing you from falling. He kissed you on the forehead, and you could feel your cheeks glowing red from his affection. He made you feel comforted, even when you felt like a total fool.

"I'm sorry, Love" you mumbled looking down at your heels while the music came to a steady halt, "Did you still want to dance?" The back of your heel stung a bite but you ignored it, you're only focused on the man before you. 

"Always. Let's keep dancing," he replied, taking your hand into his and leading you back onto the dance floor. You were still embarrassed, but you knew that Miguel had already forgiven you and forgotten your clumsiness.

The music was at a lively tempo and the crowd on the dancefloor moved faster. Leads turned and twisted their followers to the rhythm of the beat. Miguel was experienced, he held both your small hands in both of his large ones. He guided you and spun you around. Loving the way you dance  and move about your body. There was nothing else like dancing with Miguel. It didn't matter what moves you did or how you did them; as long as you had his large hands as your guide, you knew you'd be okay. You trusted him above anyone else and knew he'd take care of you. He always did.You turned and twisted and twirled, following his lead. He was like a magnet, making you feel at home in his arms. This was where you belonged, and you were never going to let him go.

A tap on the shoulder from a gentleman on the floor catches Miguel off guard.

"Can I dance with her, next?" He inquired peering at you.

You weren't thrilled by this other guy tapping Miguel on the shoulder and asking to dance with you. Your boyfriend seemed a little taken aback by the man's question, too. In your opinion, Miguel was the only one allowed to touch you, let alone dance with you.

He shoots the man a look of annoyance, even though it wasn't the man's fault at all, but the simple fact that he has to share this woman with *someone* is enough to cause him some degree of annoyance, however brief it may be. 

"Sorry, she's taken," he says simply, almost sounding a little possessive. 

"Thanks anyway," he adds quickly as if to soften the blow, just so he doesn't give the poor man the wrong idea about them.

The man gives in and Miguel whisks you away to the sound of music. "My sweet," you said, "My feet are a little sore. Can I sit down for a bit?" You bat your long lashes at him. Truth be told, your new high heels are killing you. And to break them in on the dancefloor was a completely dumb choice on your part. 

"Of course, love," Miguel said, nodding. "Let's sit down and get some ice water or something." He led you off the dance floor and into the seating area, where he ordered drinks for the two of you. He sat you down in a chair, making sure you were comfortable, and then sat down next to you. He put his arm around your shoulders protectively, and you were safe in his embrace. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, worried. His brows furrowed scanning your face. You seemed in pain, and he was anxious to help you.

A soft giggle escapes your lips, "Yes, Love" A waiter dropped off your drinks at the table for the two of you. Miguel drinks a dark amber liquid from a short and stout glass. You had another tall glass of wine. You moved your feet to get a better look at your sore heel. You noticed a red, burning, sore forming right at the back of where your heel strap was touching. You figured it was from the constant friction of the strap digging into your skin. 

"Do you want me to take a look at your feet?" Miguel asked, putting down his glass. He looked concerned as he looked at your heel strap, his brow furrowing deeper. He seemed worried about you, and as always, you could feel his kindness radiating through you. Even if he acted indifferent around the others; he would always let his guard down around you. 

"No,no, " you waved it off trying to downplay the discomfort, "I'm going to take a small break from dancing." You didn't want him to worry about you.  You didn't want to ruin salsa night. However, your feet were killing you and aching terribly. 

"Are you sure?" Miguel asked, looking at you sympathetically with soft chocolate eyes. He didn't want you walking around with pain in your feet. If going home earlier meant you didn't have to deal with that, then it was worth it. He put down his glass of whiskey, and his hand was still on your shoulder. 

"I'll drive us home," he stated firmly, not wanting to hear you protest. There was no point in arguing with him once he's concerned about your well-being. 

You stand wobbling unsteadily on your feet. You were unsure if it was the wine or exhaustion overcoming you. "Miguel, would you please be a dear-" you wince from placing too much weight on one of your feet. "Ouch!" You cried softly. 

"Let me get you out of those shoes," Miguel said quickly, kneeling down and unstrapping your heels. As he took off your shoes, he carefully inspected the redness forming on your heels. "Dios mio," he sighed grimly. "You can hardly walk. Let me help you." 

He picked you up in his arms effortlessly and carried you out of the club.

Your face burns a bright beet red as onlookers watch him carry you out. "This is embarrassing," you mumbled, burying your face into the crook of his neck, refusing to look at any more people. His cologne was pleasant and soothing. You inhaled slowly through your nose and exhaled out, not aware that your breath brushed just under his earlobe. 

Miguel chuckled softly, but he didn't disagree with you. Your lover just kept walking. He didn't care if other people were watching him. All that mattered right now was that he made sure his girlfriend (you) were safe and comfortable. He brought you to his car and opened the door for you, helping you get inside before walking around the front. After climbing in himself, he started the car and carefully backed out of his parking space.

He looked into your eyes as he drove, smiling warmly. "Almost home, love," he comforted you.

You loved to watch him drive. His corded muscles showing off as he navigates the steering wheel. His brown eyes focused on the road.  His right hand rested on your thigh giving you reassuring strokes with his thumb. You squirm rubbing your thighs together. Goodness, you couldn't collect yourself to save your life. You felt a familiar ache form. A sense of neediness.

"M-Miggles-" you mumbled softly, "How much longer till we get home?"

You gripped both of your hands on top of his hand which rested on your thigh, squeezing in hopes that he would get the message. Your stomach slowly filled with butterflies as you imagined what else he could be doing with his hand. 

Miguel quickly glanced at you then returned his gaze on the road, and he could read your thoughts just by the look on your face. He knew exactly what you wanted him to do, so he gave you even more than what you were expecting. He squeezed your thigh in the way he knew you liked it, and his fingers brushed against your skin. You could feel a tingle running through you, and you grew hotter with every passing second. 

"Home's just five minutes down the road, Hermosa," he chuckled. He smelled your excitement. And knew you were getting hot and bothered. He shifted in his seat a little bit to relieve his forming hard-on. 

"Five minutes?" You grumbled pouting, "I don't think I can wait that long." You traced your fingers tantalizingly up and down his forearm. He was built. Absolutely strong. You admired his muscles.  Your fingers moving up and down and further up to his biceps. 

"I can make it two minutes, if you prefer," Miguel said playfully. You were teasing him by tracing your fingers over his arm, and he loved it. He felt his heart beating faster the more your fingers grazed over his muscles. He drove a little faster than usual, and it wasn't long before you got closer and closer to his house. 

When he pulled into the driveway, he turned to you. "We're here," he said.

Eagerly you wrapped your arms around his right arm and pulled him towards you. Your lips finally meet. It was hot, sincere, and needy. 

He pulled you close, loving how eagerly you kissed him. You were both in need of this, and it felt so good to finally be in each other's arms again after not being around each other a whole month.

"I love you so much, Cariña," he whispered into your ear. "I never want to go anywhere without you." There was a lot of truth in his words. You were his world, and he never wanted to be apart from you. He hated being away from you. 

When you broke apart, he rested his lips on your cheek. It was a soft kiss, filled with love and affection.

"I love you, more." You giggled as he pulled you closer. Your elbow accidently hit the volume button unmuting the radio. Loud music blared throughout the vehicle startling you both. A fit of laughter escapes from Miguel as he quickly turns off the radio. 

Miguel laughed with you, and soon the pair of you couldn't stop giggling. It was the little things that made you laugh with each other, and you both loved that. 

"Shall we go in?" The handsome man asks after a few more minutes of laughter. He looks at you, giving you a playful wink. Even through all the laughter, he still looks dashing, you thought to yourself. How was he so good-looking?

"Only if you take me to bed," you quipped playfully. You couldn't take your eyes off him only because everything felt like a dream. You didn't want to take your eyes off him. If you blinked you were scared he would disappear. 

"I'll take you in bed while I'm at it," Miguel teased, his eyebrows raising suggestively. Your eyes were already glued to him, and his question only amplified your attraction to him. He laughed at your reaction to his words, and you could hear a little excitement in his voice. He knew that those words would get a reaction from you, and he wanted you to say yes.

"Absolutely, my sweet," you chimed. He gets out of the car and makes his way over to your side of the door. The tall Hispanic mixed man opens it, taking your hand and pulling you up to him. In a blink of an eye he throws you over his shoulder. You squeal, laughing dangling over him. His hands securely warped behind your thighs; careful to make sure you don't slip from his grip. It's some miracle he's not out of breath. He made you feel weightless. It was a strange feeling, but it was also exhilarating. And with his hands wrapped around your thighs, you knew you were safe in his arms.

"Miguel, you're so strong," you said with admiration thinking about how easily he could spin you around on the dancefloor or carry you anywhere he wanted. Impulsively you smack his bottom as you face his back upside down. It's only fair if he could carry you like that. You had the privilege to smack his toned glutes. So firm. You burst into another fit of laughter as you felt the blood flow to your head. 

"Did you just smack my ass?" He was perplexed and annoyed by your sudden impulsivity. The muscular guy was still able to walk and navigate the walkway to his driveway, but he was laughing so hard at your reaction that his face was a bright red. The keys jingle in his hand as he unlocks the door. 

"It was right in my face," you lilt. "Again those gray jeans do you so much Justice." He shrugs his broad shoulders and nods agreeing with you. He guided you to the bedroom. 

You're a little dizzy as he led you to the master bedroom where it was far more intimate. He gently closed the door behind the two of you. You could feel that he wanted you, and you wanted him just as badly.

"Ready for tonight?" He throws you over on the mattress. 

"Oof-" you plop on the Bedding and he manages to dishevel your hair from throwing you there. 

Smiling and teasing you move away from him by crawling off the bed, "What's gonna happen tonight?" You played dumb.

You waltz to the other side of the bedroom, away from your loving partner, undressing yourself without a care in the world. Your dress dropped pooling around your feet. Your hands reach up into your hair and unleash the braided bun it was in. You were bare. You felt his eyes follow your every move.

He swallows thickly "Oh, you already know..." He grinned at your teasing tone of voice, finding himself becoming more and more excited as you undressed in front of him. He could clearly see how much effort you had put into your hair, and he loved it. 

"Are you trying to get a raise out of me?" Miguel said softly, a lilt in his voice. "Because it's working."

His eyes were locked onto you, and he hadn't looked away since you began to take off your dress.

"Is it working?" you quizzically pondered, You exposed yourself to him, just for a moment in panties and all. Making sure your back was arched just right.

"Oh, definitely." Miguel's voice was husky and low. "It's definitely working. I don't think I've ever seen you look so beautiful," he continued. 

And you looked absolutely stunning. Everything about you was perfect, and this was the first time in a while Miguel had seen you like this. He was always cooped up at work, working with the other spider people.  He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, and his hands were shaking with anticipation. He had never felt so excited before.

"Hmm…" you drawled amused, "I wonder if I should just go to sleep, already? It is past our bedtime."

"In your underwear?" Miguel replied with a smirk. "I think you know that's a bad idea." He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorway, grinning cheekily at you.

"What do you suggest I should do, sir?"

He loved the way you addressed him. He felt something tingle inside of him. He slowly licked his bottom lip, his tan fingers raked through his dark curly hair. His brown ravenous eyes carefully regarding you. He knows the woman before him is pushing for a chase; a little game of cat and mouse. He might give in just a little bit.

"I suggest you undress all the way and come back," Miguel said with a satisfied grin. "Or I could just come over there and make you do what I want."

He was teasing again, but it wasn't without a little bit of truth to it. Miguel was more than happy to make you do what he wanted; he just wanted to know whether or not your intentions were to play hard to get, or if you really were going to get changed before sleeping. 

That's Exactly what you wanted to hear, "Make me then,"  you  challenged him. Miguel was only too happy to oblige. Before you could even blink, he had caught you in a firm grasp. One of his hands was wrapped around your waist, while his other hand gently caressed your neck. His forehead gently touched yours as he looked into your eyes; they were like the sun, warm and radiant.

"You really wanna play hard to get?" Miguel said, a smirk spread across his lips. His voice was low and raspy, and you could see that he couldn't wait to play along with you.

"Absolutely..." You said squirming away from his laxed grip. You managed to escape from his hold, and dart across the bedroom attempting to get away from the superhuman you have as a boyfriend.

"Are you really doing this?" Miguel said annoyed as he caught up to you.

This time, he pinned you against the wall as he leaned into you. "You have nowhere to go," he whispered into your ear. His tone was suggestive but not too revealing, and his hand still caressed your neck as he leaned in to you.

"I guess not, huh?" Your eyes flutter relishing in the fact that you felt his full weight pressed against you. His chest pressed up against your bare soft mounds. You reached out and cupped his jawline ever so tenderly admiring him. You loved to touch his stubbles. His full lips were just centimeters away from yours. You felt his hot breath brush over your cheeks, nose, and lips. Miguel didn't let you speak. When you reached up to his face, he leaned in and kissed you. His lips pressed against yours, and it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. It was deep and soft, yet there was a spark behind it that let you know how eager Miguel was.

Miguel wrapped his arms around your waist, and he pulled you in even closer to him. One of his hands went to the small of your back, and you felt a tingle run down your spine. His kiss became firmer as the moment went on, and he became more and more eager.He leans down, pressing his warm lips against yours again. His tongue slips past your teeth, exploring the wetness of your mouth. He tastes your sweet nectar, savouring the flavor. He moaned into the kiss, his hands moving to your hips as they grind together. You push your hands into his hair, holding him close as you press your bodies together. You could feel your nipples hardening, and you could practically taste the need between both of you. Your dainty arms snake around his big shoulders and neck.

"I want you," you  breathlessly murmured against his now bruised lips, "Please, please, please…"

"What do you want me to do, Cariña?" Miguel asked as he broke away from you for a moment and stared into your eyes.

His eyes were full of love, longing, desire, and passion as he stared into you. When he kissed you again, there was so much longing that it was overwhelming. You had never been kissed with this kind of love, and it felt incredible. 

Miguel was experienced in rigging up ties. It came along with his superhero responsibilities since he developed spinnerets in his arms. He sat back a little bit rubbing his fingers along his stubbles lost in thought. And wondered what kind of ties would suit the woman before him. Knowing you well now he knows you loved to be chased and tied down. You loved surrendering yourself to him. Granting him permission to anything to your body, as long as you were safe and comfortable with it.

"What are you waiting fo-" you blurt out loud pulling Miguel out from his train of thoughts. He stuck his fingers in your mouth before you can even finish your sentence. Dark brown eyes were looking down at you, "How are you so pretty and impatient?" His gaze darkens admiring how well you suck his fingers down.  He chuckled at the way you looked at him in disbelief when your sentences were interrupted.

"I'm just thinking," Miguel said with a smug smirk and paused for a moment before adding, "I have an idea for us now."

Your boyfriend is right. You were a gorgeous woman, but sometimes you could get a little impatient. You couldn't help it though it's because you missed him terribly. You couldn't help but blush as he complimented you about your beauty and your impatience. It felt as though you were always impatient when it came to him; he simply ignited a primal drive in you that you could never ignore.

He withdraws his fingers reluctantly from your mouth. "Oh, yeah?" you said with a grin. "What exactly were you thinking about? You definitely have me curious." You had an inkling of suspicion you knew what he had in mind; you could see it in his eyes.

"Stay." He orders you.

And you happily obliged laying back in bed stretching out your body as he shifted his weight off of you. He stalks towards the toy box that was at the foot of the bed. And retrieves some special toys in his possession. You stayed where you were, looking up at him as he retrieved the toys. You were curious as to what he was planning, but you couldn't help but keep your eyes on him as he walked to the toy box. His strong body was on full display, and no matter how many times you saw him, there was always something about his body that you couldn't help but stare at.

"Should I be scared?" You teased with a grin.

Miguel couldn't help but start chuckling as he looked at you. He looked down at you, amused by your comment. "Only a little," he chuckled, looking down at you with a grin. "Or maybe a lot." He gave you a kiss on the forehead, and he looked down at you as he gently grabbed your shoulders.

"I'm only kidding," he said with a smirk. "I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted to." He was always trying to take care of you, and he always wanted you to feel safe and protected.

You couldn't help but laugh at this. "Am I allowed to move now? Or do I have to be a good girl and stay put?" You teased, your eyebrows raising. You could see something in his eyes, and he definitely had something planned for you. You hadn't had this much fun in a while, and you couldn't wait to see what he had planned.

"Ven aquí," he motioned you to move to the edge of the bed with a finger curling in his direction. You bite your bottom lip sitting up immediately and scoot to him. Your bare legs dangling off the bed as you stay up looking up at his big clothed body with Doe eyes. "Good Girl," he praised. In his possession he had a black silk blind fold. Your heart pounding loudly against your ribcage, as you watched him lazily roll up his sleeves. You watched a sin unfold before you. He could hear it. The anticipation and discomfort he was causing poor little you. With his super hearing he smirked at the increased heart rate he caused you. He reached over your shoulders, his breath deliciously near your ear you squirmed, rubbing your legs together. He inhaled slowly through his nose, your scent tainting his senses. The man standing before has you absolutely riled up.

"We're going with the Traffic Light system," he promoted you, "Green means?" 

"Good," You chimed in a little too quickly, "Yellow means easy. And Red is Stop." You blurted out the rest ready to get to the best part- him fucking you.

His chest rumbles as he chuckles, "Good Girl." He ties the fabric over your eyes, taking away your vision. You had to rely and solely depend on him. 

He pointed his spinnerets at you and craftily tied you up in his crimson red web. You felt constricted and secured. The red web wrapped around your shoulders and bare chest, forming a star. And along and between your thighs he weaved and wrapped the silk web several times, where it stopped up just above your belly button and wrapped around the small of your back. You felt the web gently tug into your skin as you wiggled. "The more you move the tighter it gets" he reminds you, "Behave yourself." The rope also becomes loose if he tugs and twists it a certain way. 

He tied you up so effortlessly, just like Spider-Man would do with his foes. You sat there, all tied up, your blindfold on, unable to see what he was doing. It was a rather unique experience; all you could do was sit there and let him do whatever he had planned for you.

"I'll be a good girl," you said as he finished tying you up. You were happy to play along with this little game, and you couldn't wait to see what he would do to you next.

"Excelente," he mused regarding his masterpiece with half hooded lust filled eyes. You felt him shove you back by the shoulders, and you flop back, your hair cascading around you on the linens. A nervous giggle escapes from your lips. 

Miguel was so good at this. He used his powers to tie you up, and now you were completely vulnerable. You were still so attracted to him, even after all the times he had wrapped you up like this.

"You enjoy tying me up don't you?" You couldn't help but chuckle. You loved it when he dominated you in many different ways,  and you wanted him to keep going. You looked forward to whatever he had planned next, and you would happily let him have the reigns.

"You look beautiful," you heard him say.

Your boyfriend had a way with his words. "Oh, thank you..." you said softly as you heard him give you that compliment. It always meant a lot coming from him, and you could tell he meant it when he said it. You both knew how much he meant it when he complimented you, and you loved him for being so genuine about it.

You could already feel those lustful feelings boiling over, and you knew he had something special in mind.

He reached over and grabbed a large white Wand. He kept it out of sight from you purposely when he received the blindfold. You hear an audible click followed by a buzz coming to life. 

You could feel goosebumps slowly rise up on your skin as you heard the click and the buzz, and you weren't quite sure what exactly was going on. You couldn't help but notice a little bit of fear mingling within your excitement. What was he going to do to you? You couldn't wait to find out; you were eager to see what he had planned.

He tactfully places the vibrating wand on the outside of your thigh. You jerked from the sensation. "Gah!" You gasp wiggling away feeling the web grow snugger on your skin. You were quick to stop the movement, stilling yourself. 

Miguel laughed at your quick reaction as you were distracted by the wand. He was surprised by how quickly you caught on to what he was doing, and he was impressed at your ability to follow his direction. You were definitely doing well so far.

"I'm very impressed," he said, smirking a little bit as he saw how well you were able to do as he directed. "You seem to be handling everything very well."

Lazily he glides the wand up and over your perky mounds. The web tied around your torso made them look more pronounced. You breath hitches and a small delicious whimper escapes your lips. 

"Oh?" Miguel was surprised by the sound you made as he dragged the wand all over your body. He continued to drag it around, making the webbing tight every time he did. It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable, and you could feel every inch of your skin feeling it.

"How are you doing?" he asked, smirking at the sound you made. It wasn't a good sign, but he enjoyed your reaction as he tormented you.

"I'm great," you huffed trying to resist the urge to pull your bud away from his torturous touch. 

"Oh," he said playfully. "I doubt that you mean it." He knew you were enjoying his torment, of course, and he was happy to be able to have this much power over you. He couldn't help but smile with a chuckle as he continued his little torture session, loving every second of it.

It accidentally drifted over your core. Miguel watched amused.

Miguel laughed. "Where did it move off to?" He was trying to tease you. He had been teasing you all along, but this was the first time he had teased you in a way that could be interpreted as a threat. He was glad that he had found this new way to torment you, and he was looking forward to watching your reaction.

Miguel was trying to make you break, but would you finally have the strength to do it? Or would you give into the pleasure?He managed to elicit several pretty noises from your mouth. The wand rested near your slit. "Miguel-" you plead desperately, withering away. Your face contorted in pleasure 

Miguel leaned into you. He couldn't help but chuckle at you as he looked at you as you pleaded with him. He leaned in even closer and whispered into your ear, "What is it, Amor? Is something wrong?" He looked at your quivering body.

"I'm going to cum" you cried out to him, "Can't do this." 

Miguel's eyes lit up, and he felt an air of excitement building within him. "Oh, are you sure?" he whispered. "It looks like you were having so much fun..." He smirked, giving you one last taunt. He was so close to finally getting a reaction from you.

You heard a loud click just between your legs. And all hell broke loose. The buzz grew louder and was stronger. Much stronger. Your back arched up feeling the web press tighter into your skin. 

Miguel smirked as he watched your reaction. "Having fun, yet?" He watched you fight through the pain and the pleasure, and he loved seeing you react this way. He couldn't help but laugh as the tension between you two built and built. 

"I think you should just give in," he said softly.

"But you're going to punish me," you wailed, breathing harder with every moment that passed. You don't have to see him to know he had a condescending shit eating grin on his face. You could hear it in his voice as he coaxed you to give in. It was a trap and you knew better. Your body kept tensing up, you carefully try to move your body in a way that didn't trigger the webs to constrict you. Miguel noticed and pressed just a little bit harder on to your core.

Miguel couldn't help but smirk; he was loving the way you were reacting to his little punishment. He enjoyed tormenting you, and he could tell that you were getting a kick out of it. Even if it hurt a little, you were clearly having fun.

"Oh?" he said, taunting you. "Are you scared now?" he laughed. "I can be much worse if I wanted to. Would you like that?"

"Yes, yes, please" 

Miguel smirked. "Oh, is that so?" he asked. He continued to drag the wand all over, enjoying the reaction he was getting from you. Every time you squirmed, he knew he had found something that worked. He would give you a little more of it, enjoying your reaction as the web tightened around you and the wand continued to tease you.

"Is this better?" he asked. "Or should I give you a little more?"

Your tears pricked the corner of your eyes darkening your blindfold. You felt a small lump form in the back of your throat feeling it get tight. Maybe you shouldn't have begged for more. The handsome devil who taunts you watched in amusement. Miguel knew if you didn't want this you would have said a color by now. He leaned over your tied up beautiful body. His dark chocolate eyes devour the carnal sight. The web tightens in just the right spots. You didn't hear it but you definitely felt it. The wand abruptly stops its little sadistic ministrations gone.  His calloused rough palms caresses your quivering body, his fingers tracing along the web. He made sure it didn't cut off your blood circulation. You jumped at his sudden tender touch. 

"Better?" he asked. "How are you feeling?" Miguel was getting some sort of pleasure out of watching your reaction, and he couldn't help but smile at you once he stopped. He continued to run his hands over you, his fingers moving softly along the web. He leaned in, as his lips brushed against your ear and he whispered into it, "I love watching you struggle."

Miguel was happy that he had managed to push you this far; you were so easy to torment. He loved having this much power over you, and he loved using it to test every limit you had. He knew that he had pushed you to your limit, and he was curious to see whether or not you would reach it.

Your body trembled slightly as he touched you, and you couldn't stop yourself from letting out a few moans. You weren't quite sure why you were reacting this way, but you knew that you were enjoying it. You were happy to play whatever games Miguel wanted you to, and you could already feel yourself getting wetter.

"I want to make you feel good," you confessed, feeling guilty that he was tending to your desires. You hadn't done anything to show him your love and appreciation. You strained your ears to hear him, the echoes of the wand still lingered in your eardrums. "Hermosa," His rough fingers curled around your chin holding you in place. Even though your vision was robbed from you; you certainly felt his gaze on you. And you were right Miguel's breath brushed over your lips his eyes fixated on 

"I love it when you call me that," you admitted, your voice breaking a little bit. He could tell you were trying to stay strong, but he could also tell that you were close to breaking. Was that his goal this whole time? To push you just close enough to break you? You would definitely learn a lot about yourself if your boyfriend managed to get you to scream for mercy again.

As Miguel held onto your chin, you could hear his voice come close to your ears. "What do you think you deserve, my love?" he whispered.

"I deserve you." You whisper back so quietly you were unsure if he heard you. Your body shook in waves sending small tremors to your hands and feet. 

"Oh, do you now?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement as he held your chin. "Do you think you truly deserve me?" Miguel was going to make you earn his affection, and he was looking forward to the challenge. He was certain that you wouldn't be able to keep yourself together much longer.

He couldn't help but smile as he spoke, knowing exactly what it meant to you. He enjoyed knowing how much power he had over you. "How would you prove it?" he whispered.

"I want you in my mouth," you sobbed tears begin to stain the blindfold, "I want you to feel good too, Miguel."  

Miguel smirked. It was clear that you were close to breaking, and he couldn't help but continue to push you further. He was enjoying himself, and he couldn't help it. It was almost as if he couldn't help himself from tormenting you in this way. Miguel was loving every second of this.

You begged for him, and he laughed in excitement. He looked forward to punishing you in more ways to get you to beg for him. "Oh, is that so?" he asked, his smugness obvious.

"I guess it can't be helped," he sighed. You felt the bed shift and he was no longer near you. The sound of jingling metal could be heard. The bronze being slowly removed his belt and along with his jeans. His package stood up loud and proud, clearly triggered by your pleas. He then rid himself of the black button up by tossing it away. He stalked back to you a little disappointed you couldn't admire his body but that was fine. He tossed his brown locks back with his fingers and crawled back to you. His tawny lips trailed from your toe to your heels. Apologetically kissing the sore that formed from dancing earlier tonight. He worked his way up to your ankle and shin reaching your knee. He nipped at your plump thighs, careful not to puncture you with his fangs. You felt blissful. 

As Miguel leaned in, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming amount of pleasure. His touch was so delicate, and he seemed so concerned with you. You could feel every part of yourself begin to relax, and you could feel every inch of yourself come alive with pleasure. It was a stark contrast to the pain you had felt just a moment ago. You were so happy that he was touching you.

Miguel was surprised that you were already falling for him again, but he didn't hold it against you. He continued to move up your body, taking his time and being as careful as possible. 

Ever so slowly he worked his way up to your breasts. Admiring how you melted under him. He kissed your puffy sensitive mounds. His full lips tantalizingly traced up from your collarbone to the crease of your neck. He fingers tweak at your peaks earning more pretty noises from you.

"Hermosa, a donde mi quieres?" He huskily groaned in your ear.

"M-my mouth," you meekly answer.

Pleased and satisfied with your answer, he crawled up your body, both knees rested on both sides of your head caging you in. He placed your arms above your head and shifted enough to pin them down with his knees. He grabbed his gifted package with its crimson, angry, big tip. He traced it around your lips. Precum coating your mouth like lipgloss.

"Are you going to suck me off like a good cumslut?" He coos cruelly to you. 

"Yes, Sir," you part your lips, your tongue out desperately waiting for him to stuff your mouth full.

A low groan escapes from him. "Open your fucking throat," he hissed. He forced his heavy cock all the way to the back of your hot warm mouth. "Mierda, is this what you wanted?" he was going to remold your throat to his size once again. He hated having to do this to you, but he did work a lot and now he was going to make up for the loss of time. His hips rock steadily, finding a rhythm suitable for both of you. 

You happily obliged, gagging down and slurping him up. Miguel chuckled. Was this really it? It was what you wanted, but he was expecting you to keep going. He was expecting it to get louder. He was expecting to be able to hear you scream just a little more, but he could tell that you were already broken. Miguel growled deep in his throat as you opened your mouth wider, allowing him to slide deeper. You loved the feeling of having him fill your entire mouth, and you did your best to swallow every inch of him. You felt his girth stretching your cheeks, and you loved the sensation. It made you feel powerful and sexy, and you didn't mind one bit.

"Maybe we should move on to something else," he said.

Desperately you lapped at his thick cock, you had already memorized where his veins were warped decoratively. In hopes that he would keep cock there for you to enjoy just a little bit longer. Drool and precum ran down your chin. 

Miguel chuckled. He stopped thrusting into your mouth. You were so eager to please him. He couldn't help but be amused by you as you continued work on his cock, enjoying the pleasure. He enjoyed seeing you beg for him, and he was happy to have power over you.

He wanted to push you beyond your limits, and he was going to do it. "Do you really want my cock in here?" he asked. "Or do you want something more?"Your mouth was stuffed full with him. 

At this point you didn't even care anymore. He had your arms pinned above your head. Your head is trapped between his muscular thighs. You just wanted him and whatever he gave you you would gladly accept it.

"Answer me." He withdraws his cock.

But you moved your head up stubbornly trying to take him back into your mouth. Oh no, he wasn't having that. He wrapped his entire hand around your pretty neck and forced you down, choking you. 

"Ahora," he growled. 

Miguel couldn't help but laugh. Your response was expected, but he had been hoping for an answer that would lead him down a different route. He couldn't get over how easily you were willing to bow down to him. It was like he was the king, and you had to bow down to him. He enjoyed feeling that way, and he was certainly going to utilize it more.

Miguel leaned in close to your ear, and he whispered to you, "I want to make you feel good. How can I do that?" he asked softly a stark contrast of how he handled you. 

"Do whatever you want, Love, please" you cried "I just want you." And with that a sinister light bulb went off in his head. He retrieved the white wand while turning slightly and placing it on your puffy clit. He aimed a spinneret at your thigh causing the wand to stick there. Miguel couldn't help but smirk. You were an easy woman to please. He continued to enjoy pushing you, and he liked testing your patience. He got an air of smugness about him, and he couldn't wait for the next step.

The man leaned back slightly. He got an excited look in his eye as he realized what the wand would allow him to do. He couldn't help but smirk, looking forward to seeing your reaction. Miguel loved watching your reaction as he turned on the wand, but he did feel a little guilty. He didn't like to see you in pain, but he loved seeing you struggle. The wand was just the right mixture of the two, and he had gotten you right where he wanted you. You were trapped, unable to escape, but you could still feel all the pleasure the wand was giving you. 

Miguel watched you continue to squirm and moan, and he smiled. He loved that he was able to do that to you. It only made him want to torture and pleasure you more. 

You felt a familiar knot form in your stomach. " I'm gonna cum." You sobbed, "'nna cum. Just fuck me."

"Oh, are you?" he asked softly, looking down at you in amusement. He had been hoping for a reaction, but he didn't expect this. He smiled at how easily you had taken to his plan. Miguel loved that he could turn you on so much. His smirk grew, but he didn't say anything back, just kept on looking down at you. 

He knew exactly what you meant, and he had the power to give it to you. He loved the way he would keep you on your toes; it made him feel powerful and in control. 

You squeezed your eyes closed. The vibrator was the end of you. Your body slowly arched up on its own even with him pinning you down with his weight. Miguel quickly caught on and slipped his large swollen cock his back into your mouth. He thrusted it down your throat along with your air. And the coil in your belly finally snapped. A heady,  broken moan wraps around his dick struggling to move past your stuffed mouth. Your eyes rolling back as you trashed from the fierce orgasm ripping through you. 

"Take it, take it," he growled, pounding balls deep against your chin.

The way your throat tightened around him sent them over the edge. He dumped his cum all in the back of your poor throat. That's all you could do just take his length as you convulsed in pure pleasure. His cock was halfway out and his hand moved around it to pump more out.

"Keep that mouth open and Don't fucking swallow it." He spat warning you fangs on full display. The shiver that went down your spine from the way he barked his order was surreal.

Your mouth was filled with his white creamy relief. And you weren't allowed to consume a single drop. He was mesmerized admiring his handy work.

"Swallow it, Hermosa."

You did.

"Don't waste it or I'll fuck it back into your throat." Your chest heaved as you gasped for air, feeling his cock rest against your wet cheek.

"Show me." He ordered. Your mouth parts wide open showing him what a good girl you are for him. You swallow every last drop he gave you. Miguel smirked to himself, very content . You were such a good girl for him, and he couldn't find anyone else that would suit him like you did. You were the perfect girl for him, and he would treat you the way you deserved. He turned off the wand strapped to your thigh and pressed up against your pussy. 

"You're such a good girl, my little Hermosa," Miguel purrs, pleased with you. "I'm so proud of you." 

"You are?" 

"Of course I am," he smiled. "There isn't anyone else I'd want but you." Miguel's smirk grew. You were amazing, and he could barely hold back his grin. "You're everything I've ever wanted."

Miguel loved you so much. He would do anything you ever asked. But now wasn't the time to talk about his love for you, as he was going to keep pushing you. He was still hard and ready to go.

Miguel rolled you over on all fours, putting you in a vulnerable position. You couldn't escape now, no matter how hard you tried. He had the power, strength, and he was going to use it. This was a different kind of pleasure, and he was going to enjoy it. Miguel looked forward to seeing just how far he could push you.

"I haven't even fucked all your holes yet," he snickers. Miguel grabbed hold of you by the red web and pulled you towards him. Your bottom up in the air, and your arms holding you up. He flipped on the wand that was still attached to your leg. "Ah-" your arms gave out. Your breasts fall to the bed making a deep arch for him. 

"I can't take it," you wailed from the overstimulation on your poor swollen clit. You huffed anxiously unsure if you were ready to do this. Maybe you're in over your head. You should have just changed into your pajamas and gone to bed.

He coos tenderly, "Shh..." He pulled you out from your unfocused and chaotic cluster of thoughts with his deep voice. You feel his rough calloused palms caress your rear in soothing circles.

"Cálmate, you're doing so well for me." He pressed a kiss on your plump ass cheek. As soon as you settled down some more he gave you another reassuring kiss on your cheek. He lined up his large hefty package with your drooling entrance. "Take a deep breath for me," he coached. He plunges into your vibrating slit. "You feel so fucking good, Hermosa." Miguel groans. 

He felt his self control slowly drift away. You winced at the sting in your lower belly hurting as he sheathed himself all the way inside. The tip of his enormous length kissing your cervix greedily. He peppered kisses on your shoulder blade to distract you from the pain. Your folds clenched him tightly, sucking him in deeper.

"Fuck Miguel-"

"I know, I know. You can handle it. This is why I don't like being away from you," he says, "Cause now I have to stretch you out all over again " He told lies.

He loved the way you felt. His favorite part was retraining your body to take him again. He pulled out gritting his teeth as your walls desperately clung to him.

"You're sucking me back in," he hissed, withdrawing his dick.

He thrusts back harder into you starting a rough pace for you to take. He repeatedly pulled your ass by the red web back to meet his hips. Your blind fold loosens  from his fervent movement and friction from your cheek rubbing the bed under you, finally slipping off your eyes. Tears fall out the corner of your eyes landing on the sheets. Your vision was absolutely blurry; you could see nothing but stars flooding your space. Your fists gripped the cover for dear life while your lover indulged himself. 

He made you cum for the Umpteeth time. "Que Rica estas," he growled pounding away at your vibrating pussy.  Skin on skin echoes throughout the bedroom. The large white wand is still buzzing away at your poor throbbing cunt.   You lie there a moaning mess with broken sobs. Drool pools out your mouth soaking the sheet. Miguel's crimson red eyes lock fixated on where you two were connected. He was mesmerized by the way your cunt swallowed him whole. He loves the white frothing ring you created on his slick covered cock. He adored your fucked out expression as his heavy balls pat aggressivly against your pussy's lips.

"Dame una mas," he grunts, snaking an arm around your waist to get between your legs, feeling for your clit. He starts spelling his name on your clit, as if to remind your body who it belongs to. Him. Your lower belly feels full, a knot forming as Miguel summons another oragasm with his cock and fingers. He grabs a fist full of your hair forcing you to look at him. "Look at me," 

You looked at the feral sex god who fucked you from behind. His hair was a mess. Strands of his dark curls were sticking to his forehead. His sun kissed body glistening in sticky sweat. His fangs were visible and holy hell his eyes were red. This is the other version of him that you also loved and cherished dearly as well. His primal and animalistic side that he tried so hard to hide around you. When he was caught in the heat of the moment this version of him would come out. Miguel felt an overwhelming sense of pride. He had you right where he wanted you - a shivering mess on the bed, broken yet wanting more. He couldn't stop leering as he watched your tear stained face twist in pleasure, and he laughed. This was his element, and he was going to enjoy it as much as he could.

Miguel looked down at you in amusement, his smile growing even larger, he rubbed against your vibrating clit. He felt your walls around him squeeze tighter and tighter with every thrust. "Look at me when you fucking cum." He sent you over the edge once again, muscles spasming uncontrollably around his length. Your eyes rolled back, as more tears ran down your face. He loved your cock drunk face. It was that expression alone that sent him over the edge with you. He slams his pelvis into your ass with a wet audible smack. His chest sinks into your back pressing you further into the mattress. His low groan fills your ears with filthy Spanish profanities. He painted your cunt white and filled it up more. You felt a steady stream of liquid squirt out from you and run down your thigh. Every orgasm you have will be associated with him. The man knew how to condition your cunt. He sloppily kissed your tears as you cried out squirming under him.

"No more. I can't take it anymore." You wailed to him. 

Miguel kissed your tears away as you squirmed. He couldn't stop himself now; he had to push further. He wouldn't stop until you broke, and this was just another step he was going to take. He would put you back together again after you broke as he has done many times before.  He smiled down at you as you cried, taking satisfaction in his work. Miguel sighed slightly. He wasn't ready for you to give up yet. He wanted to push you, and you just gave in so easily. Miguel wanted more. He wanted to make you beg for him, and now you were just giving up. Miguel sighed again and shook his head as he flipped onto your back.

Miguel sat up. "Are you sure?" he asked. A smile grew on his face. "Are you sure you're done with this?" His voice was soft and sweet, but his eyes had that intense fire behind them, ready to push you further. He huffed and shook his head down at you as he laid you on your back under him.

"If you want me to stop then use your safe words." He challenged you. He knew you. If you really wanted him to stop you would have already called out a color. Miguel called you out on your bullshit. He leans down burying his face in the crook of your neck gently sucking at your sensitive skin.

"Say a color." He coaxed into your neck.  You bit your bottom lip. Miguel's voice was so close to your skin. He couldn't help but smirk as he leaned into you more, his teeth just barely touching the soft skin of your neck. His breath was hot against your skin, and it felt so good. Miguel enjoyed himself as he took in the aroma of your body. His eyes closed, and he loved what he had done to you. 

Miguel pulled away, and smiled at you. "You still want me to stop?" he repeats. "Use your safe word if you really want me to."

You felt your face heat up once again. "Green." You moaned as he returned to nip on your breasts now.

"That's what I thought." He  replied smuggly. 

Miguel continued to look up at you with a mocking smile, knowing what you wanted him to do.

"So what do you want me to do?" he asked innocently.

Miguel knew what you wanted, but he wanted you to be specific. You had said the word, but he wanted to hear you ask him. Miguel loved making you beg.

"Keep going," you snapped at him, obviously annoyed with Miguel, your patience now gone, feeling too worked up.

"Hey, are you giving me attitude?" His brows furrowed and eyes narrowed down on you.

Your heart skipped a beat in fear of dealing with more intense treatment from your lover.

"Please, please, please," you punctuated with kisses on his lips desperately trying to convey your wishes to him, "Keep going, please. I need you." Your dignity and pride was nowhere in sight.

"That's my Good Girl," Miguel praised you. Miguel watched you, and he felt a wave of satisfaction run through him. You looked so cute right now. Your hair is a mess, your lips bruised , and your neck pink and purple with hickies. He enjoyed seeing you beg for his attention. Miguel had you exactly where he wanted you, and he would never let you go. Once you begged him, there was no taking it back. He felt powerful, and he enjoyed every second of it. He ripped off the wand from your thigh and flipped it off. 

Miguel's smile only grew as he watched you try to appease him. You really wanted him to keep going, and he was going to give it to you. He kisses each of your knees as he places them over his broad shoulders. Miguel's heart was racing. He enjoyed this so much. He wasn't going to be satisfied until he had you completely ruined and it would happen eventually. But for now? He would enjoy this moment. Miguel couldn't stop smiling down at you as he continued to press kisses into your knee. You looked so beautiful under him. Your legs parted nice and wide for his eyes only. Your juices mixed with his slowly pour out your sore cunt. "So wasteful" he mutters, stuffing the liquid back inside with his thumb. Miguel kept grinning while watching you writhe and squirm. There was no stopping him now. He had control over you, and he wasn't about to let go. He plunges back into your warm depths. Reaching deeper than before. A heavenly sigh parts from his lips, his half-hooded eyes lock on to yours.

You whimpered pathetically under him, "You're going to be the death of me..."

And soon he begins to move as one with you. Miguel's smile grew broader. He was in control, and he enjoyed every second of it. You would always be his. He didn't want anything besides that. He didn't want to let you go, and he didn't deserve to let you go. Miguel just kept pounding away.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

He kisses you as hard just he fucks. Both of your teeth messily clack against each other. 

Miguel felt alive as he kissed you again. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have someone like you. No one else could compare. Miguel's eyes closed, and he kissed you with everything he had. He wanted to feel as close to you as he could; he was finally in the heaven that he deserved. Miguel knew this was what he wanted, and he would never let it go. Your pussy was soaking wet accepting everything he gave you with ease.  He had you almost folded in half knees touching your breasts. You're a sight for him to cherish and ruin.

"I'm gonna fill this pussy up," He growls at a quickening pace. He heavy balls scrunch up with each harsh rut.

"Tómalo, tómalo, toma todo lo que te doy." He's slurring up his words in a heated frenzy state.

His cock burst filling you up even more. He curls in forcing his sperm further up your cervix. Miguel swallows your cries messily with his hungry mouth. Your legs trembling over his shoulders, your eyes glassy with new tears. He gently removed your legs from up his shoulder down to his waist.

He refused to remove his cock from your full pussy.

"I want you to be mine," he urged, "All mine. I'm gonna knock you up," He leaned down and kissed your forehead. Images of you with a large swollen belly flash through his head. He could have you waddling around his workplace letting everyone know you were off limits. Breasts spilling out as you breast fed his baby.The one you both created together. But the idea of one child isn't enough for him, maybe two or four little ones running around the house. He could have his own kids and rub it in Peter B Parker's face. 

You could tell that Miguel had been thinking about what your future together might look like, and you were happy to hear that he wanted you to be a part of it.

" I'm yours," you answered softly, feeling overwhelmed with happiness and adoration. You wanted your life to be tied to his in every way. You wanted nothing more than to be the woman who gave him children and made him happy. The thought of having his babies filled you with joy, and you wanted to do anything and everything to make that happen.You had never felt this way about anyone before. You couldn't imagine a life without him, and the thought of starting a family together was intoxicating. You wanted to give yourself to him entirely, and you were ready to surrender to the passion and emotion that you shared. You wanted to be his perfect partner and the thought of having his child was an incredible concept. You were willing to do anything for him, and you wanted him to know that.He finally softened and removed his cock from you. He ripped the red web off from your body effortlessly like tissue paper. 

You had been through a lot with Miguel, and now it was time for some after care. After all, you had both pushed yourselves to the limit and it was important to take some time to relax and enjoy the pleasure you had just shared. He cradled you in his arms, gently kissing your head and face. He stroked your hair and held you close, wanting to provide comfort and reassurance. You could feel his heart beating, and you felt safe and secure in his embrace. You knew that he would take care of you and protect you, and that made you feel even more loved.

"Amor don't fall asleep," he murmured into your locks. "I'll get the bath started." He gets out of bed and stalks to the bath. The water roars to life filling up the tub. Steam could be seen escaping from under the door frame. He came back into the bedroom and lifted you up in his arms. He carried you to the bathroom and placed you in the bathtub. He held you close, supporting you in the steamy, warm water. You were still feeling the effects of everything that had just happened, and you were glad to be held and taken care of. You felt safe and secure, and you appreciated the love that Miguel was showing you. You felt like you would never want to leave that bath tub, and you hoped to always be kept in a bubble of safety and comfort.

"Hermosa, how do you feel?" He asked carefully massaging soothing circles into your shoulders. His fingers work their way along your body. You felt the tension start to leave you as Miguel's hands began to rub your shoulders, working away the stress and muscle soreness. The hot bath had helped ease your sore muscles, and you finally began to feel calm after everything that had happened. Miguel was there for you, holding you close and comforting you, and you were grateful for his presence.

"I'm fine," you choked back fighting tears. 

"No,no, sweetie give me more," he pauses as he wraps up you with his arms pulling you back into his chest. "What's on your mind?" He sensed something was troubling you, but he wasn't sure if it was the sub drop from the intense session you two had together. 

"You want to have kids with me?" You quietly questioned him. 

Your question made Miguel startle, but he didn't hesitate to give you an honest answer. "Of course," he said. "I love you and I want to be with you forever. I want us to start a family together, and I want us to build a life together. I want us to have everything that we could ever dream of." His words brought a smile to your face, and you felt a weight being lifted from your shoulders. You felt hopeful and optimistic, and you were glad to have such a loving and supportive partner by your side.

Part two is out!

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can i request Remus x best friend!reader where they have a fight and it leads to them confessing their feelings? would love angst with either fluff or smut ending

i hope you like it!! thank you for requesting the boy and trope i was just in the mood for! (btw i don't do smut for anon requests, but happily post it as anon if you've messaged me so i know it's not for a minor)

pairing: Remus x reader

tags: best friends to lovers, angst, fluff, keeping up with my bookish! Remus and reader fixation, gn 

word count: 2.7k

“Hi,” you whisper into his neck as his arms squeeze around you.

“Hey.” He smiles as he pulls back from your greeting hug. “How are you?” he asks as you begin walking, leaving his arm around your shoulders. 

“Good. I had the craziest dream last night; I was pretty disappointed to wake up to be honest,” you begin enthusiastically. “Till you remembered you had plans with me, right?”

You playfully nudge Remus from within his embrace, and though rolling your eyes as you do, you say, “Obviously,” with a smirk. 

“Great,” he chuckles. “Now that we’ve cleared that up, you can tell me about the dream.” You laugh together as you delve into it on your walk to the bookshop.

You and Remus are browsing — reading the blurbs, looking at the cool covers and curated shelves and tables, laughing lightheartedly, chatting about the ones you’d each read already or wanted to read next. It’s nice, one of your preferred ways of spending an afternoon: one of your favourite places, with your favourite person. 

“Alright,” you tell him seriously. “Time for the painful bit.” You plop your stack of selections in front of him. He gives them an exaggeratedly serious stare.

“Hm. How many do we have to cut it down to?” 

“Three,” you say solemnly. “Maybe four…” after a pause and another longing look at the stack. He grins at you. “Been saving up,” you shrug.

Remus helps you choose, and with your final cut, you go over to the till. You swallow when you notice who’s working it: the rather attractive boy who’d been working the last few times you’d been at the shop. He had beautiful brown eyes, brown hair, a kind of gloomy look, and was always wearing cosy-looking jumpers. You’re a bit nervous when it’s your turn, and you place the books down in between you with only a quick glance and awkward grin his way. He says something to you, and for some reason, it throws you off a bit but makes you decidedly less nervous. 

“Thanks,” you respond, realizing he was complimenting your selection. He’d done that last time too. 

“You come here a lot, huh?” he asks, and it hits you: he sounds nothing like Remus. 

Why the hell does that matter? you think to yourself. 

“I remember you. From last time,” he goes on at your silence. 

You only like him because he reminds of you Remus, a little voice whispers in your head. Ugh, shut up, you push it down.

“Yeah,” you smile. “My best friend and I come here all the time,” you tell him, looking back toward Remus at “best friend.” You notice Remus glaring in your direction and find it odd but look back at the boy. He’s smiling more widely now, nodding as he rings up the books. 

He’s finished up, and you’re turning to go when he adds, “Wait!” He grabs one from the stack of free bookmarks with the shop name and number, and he writes another phone number on it. “One can never have too many bookmarks, right?” he smiles at you, offering it to you. “I like it seeing you around here,” he shrugs. “Maybe I can see you somewhere else sometime though?” 

You grin, surely blushing, take the bookmark, and say, “Yeah, maybe. Thanks.” You go over to the door to wait for Remus, who’s getting a book at the other till. You walk out together; he’s scowling. 

It feels weird to tell him about this; you’re not sure why… Because you’re in love with him… Again, Shut up! But you tell him everything, and besides, you’re actually quite excited. 

“You’re not going to believe what just happened.”

“Hm?” he offers with disinterest, not even looking at you. “Look.” You show him the bookmark. He looks interested now. 

“He gave you this?” he shoots. You nod, biting your lip in a giddy shyness. “Are you going to call him?” Remus asks with a sharp edge to his tone. 

“I don’t know… Maybe? He seems nice.” “You’ve hardly even spoken to him. You have no idea if he’s ‘nice.’” The last word comes out sardonic, and it makes you wince. You don’t notice him wincing too. You shrug and grab the bookmark back, and the two of you continue your walk in silence. 

You’re meeting your friends at the pub, and you’re grateful James and Sirius are already sitting at a nice outdoor table when you arrive, eager to escape the tense silence with Remus. “Hello, my favourite nerds. How was the bookshop?” Sirius teases, smiling at you both.

“Good,” you grin; Remus just shrugs. “What’s with you?” Sirius notices. “Nothing,” Remus grunts and goes inside to the bar. Immediately just turning to you, Sirius asks, “What’s with him?” “I don’t know.” You sound sad. “You always know. It’s creepy sometimes, the two of you; it’s like you read each other’s minds,” then, in a cheeky tone, “usually.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You’re snappier than you meant to be. 

“Nothing,” he cedes, but he gives you a knowing look that makes you nervous. You keep glaring at him, and he just chuckles and gives you a quick side hug.

Remus is silent and brooding for the duration of the evening, Sirius and James having given up after several failed attempts at conversation with him. Occasionally, you catch him looking at you, but — quite atypically — you can’t read his expression, and he always looks away when you notice. He doesn’t seem to be hiding his looks, just avoiding moments with you when you look back… and it’s really getting under your skin. 

“Anyone got a light?” Sirius asks, patting down his jacket, a cig already dangling from his lips. “I might,” you respond. You’re wearing your go-to jacket, so there’s a good chance you have the lighter you use for the occasional blunt. Feeling around in your pockets, you pull out the contents and absentmindedly put a couple things down in front of you. “What’s this then?” You can hear the smirk in Sirius’s voice before even looking at him. You’re mortified when he picks up the bookmark.  “Maybe your bookshop isn’t as boring as I thought. Aren’t you cheeky?” he chuckles at you, shaking it between you.

You snatch it from him and say, “It’s nothing.” “Oh, c’mon. There’s nothing wrong with that. Is he fit?” Before you can stop yourself, you look over at Remus. You look away quickly — not missing Remus’s glower — but Sirius notices anyway, looks at him too then back at you, his grin not leaving his face. “What d’you think, mate?” he asks Remus, and your eyes go wide in warning, but Sirius either doesn’t notice or ignores you. Remus gives a “don’t care” frown and shrug. “What? No opinion on Y/N’s new boyfriend?” Sirius continues. Remus scoffs and gives a cynical laugh, and to your surprise, your hurt at his behaviour all afternoon interlaces with anger at this. 

“What?” you snap, and Remus immediately looks to you, some surprise in his eyes, no longer avoiding your gaze. “Is it laughable that someone would like me?” The mood has safely made its way into awkwardness, but you don’t care. “What’s so funny about someone wanting to be my boyfriend, Remus?” He doesn’t say anything. “You’ve been such a prick all afternoon,” you tell him, collecting your things. You turn to Sirius, saying, “Cover me, will you? I’ll pay you back tomorrow.” You’ve already started walking away by the time he nods. 

Your eyes are puffy from crying last night when you wake, the memory of last night’s events hitting you like an ice bath. You grunt and roll over, trying — but failing miserably — not to dwell on it. Until you remember something else.

“Fuck.” You had plans with Remus today. You’d agreed to meet at the park to start the books you’d bought yesterday. You’re not sure what to do. Do you show up like nothing happened? Do you not show up and escalate things? Or, scariest of all, do you show up and address what the hell happened?

After changing your mind several times, you opt to at least show up. What’ll happen after that, you leave to the moment. When the time comes, you get ready and head over. 

You’re surprised at how surprised you are to see Remus already there, sitting on the grass. Had you really expected him not to show? You hadn’t had the thought consciously — you would’ve almost certainly freaked out if you had — but your palpable relief informs you you’d been terrified at the possibility. It would’ve been so unlike him; you normally would never have even entertained the idea. But his behaviour last night confused you, and not being on the same page as him filled you with confusion and dread.

He notices you, gives you a strained smile; you return one in turn. 

“Hey.” “Hi.”

You linger awkwardly above him before sitting down next to him, a bit further than you usually would have. The silence seems to follow your cue, elongating itself in a way that never happened with Remus. 

He’s fiddling with the grass, not looking at you when he finally says, “About last night…” You take a deep breath, and it gets caught in your chest when his gaze meets yours. “I…” He clears his throat, looks down again, then back up at you. “I’m sorry.” You nod slowly, still just staring at him. 

Before you can think about whether it’s a good idea or not, you say, “Why were you being so weird?”

“You really don’t know?” He doesn’t sound as soft as he did during his apology. 

“Obviously not, or I wouldn’t be asking.” You’re harsher too. 

He groans and, no longer looking at you, whisper-yells, “Fuck, you’re difficult sometimes.” You scoff and cringe away from him. 

“‘Difficult?’ I’m difficult? You’re the one being a prick for seemingly no reason, Rem. And now you’re blaming me?” “I’m not blaming you. I’m just saying —”

“What?” you snap. “What are you saying? Because it seems to me that you’re never saying anything, Remus. Whenever anything tense happens, you never say anything.” 

“Neither do you! What do you want me to say?!” “Yes I do!” “No, you don’t.” 

You glare at each other in electric silence.

You grab your bag and stand up. 

“I don’t really feel like reading anymore,” you offer lamely, seething. He stands up too, following you. 

“You see?! I don’t say anything, but at least I don’t fucking run away every time.” You spin to face him, and it’s so quick, you end up really close to each other before he stops fast-walking toward you. You can hear his heavy breathing, see his nostrils flaring as he scowls. 

“Run away?”

“Yeah.” It’s mean but certain. “Run away,” he repeats.

“What’s that supposed to fucking mean? It’s not like you can’t stop me… Or at least give me a fucking call afterward.” You sound hurt at the end, and Remus winces knowingly. 

“I was going to. I was. I just didn’t know what to say.” 

“Typical. Fucking typical.” You turn to keep walking away. 

He groans loudly in exasperation and walks faster to stand in front of you, cutting you off. “Can you just fucking wait one second?” He runs his hand roughly over his face, harshly through his messy hair. You quirk an eyebrow at him expectantly. 

When he doesn’t say anything for a few moments, you say, “That was more than one second,” and start walking again. 

“Stop. For fuck’s sake, just stop.” He stands in front of you again. “Why? It’s not like you’re saying anything.” Then, more softly, “And I don’t like fighting with you, okay? Maybe that’s why I ‘run away.’” The last two words still manage to sound sarcastic, but you’re whispering by the end, and you look down sadly. “Why don’t you say anything? Why does it have to be me?” He takes a tentative step forward and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. You look into his eyes, and tears well in yours. One falls, and his thumb comes up to wipe it off. You push his hand away but don’t let go of it. He lets you hold his hand, and you stare down at where you’re connected rather than look at him. 

“I don’t like fighting with you,” you repeat, whispering. He steps a bit closer to you. “I hate fighting with you,” he says firmly. “But you know what’s worse?” You look up at him and shake your head subtly. “The moment after you leave. Being without you. Especially if I know you’re upset or… angry with me.” He looks up at the sky, takes a deep breath, looks at you again. “All I want to do is comfort you. Apologize. Tell you the truth…,” he says desperately. “But I don’t.” This comes out harsh; the anger back in his voice but no longer directed at you. “Because I’m an idiot… But I’d choose fighting with you over being without you every time.” 

“Those can’t be the only two options.” Your voice is soft. He gives a quiet but honest chuckle. Then his face sets seriously, determination creeping into his features.

“Ask me again.” “Ask you what?”

“Why I was being such a prick last night.” “So you admit you were a prick?” “Y/N,” he whines. “For fuck’s sake.” “Okay, okay, sorry,” you say quickly. “Why were you being such a prick last night?”

“Because… I…,” he starts but gets stuck. “When you…” He shakes his head. “I…” He closes his eyes and whispers, “Fuck.” He opens them, looks back and forth between yours, takes a step closer to you. He brings his hand that’s not in yours up to your face, brings his forehead to rest on yours. He nudges your nose with his, caresses your cheek. “Y/N,” he whispers, all the frustration replaced by something much warmer. You shift the tiny bit necessary to connect your lips with his. His hands tighten, and his lips push softly but firmly back.

You take a deep breath in, like breathing him will fill you with life… and it does. You open your mouth, and you feel a groan in his chest where it’s flush with yours as he licks his tongue against yours. You let go of his hand to hold his face firmly in both of yours, pulling him into you. His arms wrap around your hips, pulling you into his lower half as his upper half chases your mouth. You kiss and kiss and kiss, soft but hungry, until you finally part, only your lips detaching from each other, the rest of your bodies still connected. Your thumbs rub his cheeks; his hands squeeze your hips; your noses bump into each other. 

“You still haven’t said anything…” you whisper. You expect him to retort that neither have you, to joke or complain or jokingly complain. 

Instead, after a gruff chuckle, he says, “I love you.” He turns his embrace into a full hug, his arms firmly around you, his head in the crook of your neck. You cling to him. 

“You’re my best friend, Y/N,” he goes on. “My best friend in the fucking world.” He leans back a bit to be able to look into your eyes as he goes on. “But you’re so much more than that too. You’re the fucking love of my life,” he says with a heartfelt chuckle. “And I am done not telling you that.” You bring his mouth to yours again, kissing him deeply.

“You’re mine too. I promise I won’t run away anymore. I’m sorry I —” 

“Don’t,” he cuts you off with a kiss, shaking his head. “I wish I’d told you sooner, but I’ve loved every minute with you. And now we have the rest of our lives to do this too.” With a cheeky smile, he kisses you again.

“I love you,” you tell him. He squeezes you tight and keeps kissing you. 

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Horny Peeping Sister cont

Chapter 6

Each knowing he was as guilty as the other, Jim and his children could not reproach each other for their incestuous fucking. Before the evening was over, Becky had confessed to her father that the only boy she had fucked had been none other than her brother, and, much to her and Tom’s surprise, their father hadn’t been angry at all. In fact, the idea seemed to excite him so they went one step further and told him about how often they went out into the neighborhood at night and watched people fucking. When Becky told him about what she and Tom had seen earlier that evening, Jim was ecstatic.

“I don’t know why I never thought of doing that myself,” he told his incredulous children. “Would you mind if I went with you two sometimes?”

Becky looked at her brother in shocked surprise. “But what about mom?”

“What about her? She’s been such a bitch these last few years, she’s lucky I haven’t done something like this before. Fuck her, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”

“All right, Dad!” Tom cheered, slapping his old man on the back.

“Next time mom works late, we’re outta here!”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Jim said, giving both of his children a hug.

“Now let’s get us and this place cleaned up before she gets home.”

It took them about a week to find an evening where they all felt safe enough to leave the house together. Tom felt in charge and grown up, leading his father and sister through the darkened streets to another of his favorite viewing spots. Becky felt sexy and hot, knowing she had the chance to get fucked by both her father and her brother if they found something really good to look at. Jim felt a little nervous, sometimes wondering if he was out of his mind to be doing something like this, especially with his own children.

The house they had been aiming for was completely black when they arrived, much to their disappointment. But Tom quickly came up with another address, and they headed in that direction, three figures dressed in black slinking down the alleyways. But before they could even reach the house they had in mind, a different lighted window stopped them dead in their tracks.

“Wow!” Becky gasped, her pussy juicing up instantly.

“I’ve never seen them before,” Tom whispered, his eyes almost popping out of his head. “She’s gorgeous!”

“I’ll say,” his father agreed, a lump in his throat.

The house was across the alley from a vacant lot so the three of them crouched down in some bushes there and watched in awe the fucking taking place in the room across from them.

In that room, which looked like a room built entirely for fucking, was a lovely blonde woman and two men. The woman looked to Becky to be in her thirties, but she was very well kept, with big swinging tits, and a supple, youthful body. She had a very dark tan, and the lines of her tiny bikini looked obscene, especially when she turned so that the dark triangle of her light brown cunt-hair also showed.

While Jim and Tom took in the blonde���s assets, Becky also noticed everything there was to see about the two men in the room with her. One was a young body-builder, muscles rippling on every inch of his greased body. His hair was bleached from the sun and his face was ruggedly handsome. His cock was out of view because he had it shoved up the woman’s ass.

The other man was tall and dark-haired. He was very thin, but his face looked like something out of the fuck magazines Becky and her friend Vicky sometimes shared. His skin was dark, and covered everywhere with a fine mat of hair. Neither her father nor her brother had much body hair and Becky now discovered that she found it rather attractive.  Again she couldn’t get a very good look at the dark-haired man’s cock because he was feeding it to the blonde woman.

On the walls behind the three fuckers were pictures of people fucking in every imaginable position. Many of them had never even occurred to Becky and she immediately felt educated—and horny.

Tom wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation. Immediately he opened the fly of his jeans and let his cock bob free. Then, his eyes burning on the hot fucking action taking place inside that incredible room, he fisted his cock and began to work it up and back vigorously.

Becky and her father were more reserved. Becky merely began to shift her legs together, feeling her pussy getting very wet and hot. After a few minutes she allowed herself to touch her crotch, but kept her fingers on the outside of her jeans.

Jim was even more reluctant. He’d never done anything like this in his life, and he couldn’t believe he was actually doing it now. His eyes moved from the horny blonde and her two studs to his own horny children. Although he had expected it, he was still shocked when he saw his son jacking himself off so wantonly. But his shock turned to lust when he saw the way Becky was rubbing her juicy little pussy, her face slack with lust as she watched the blonde take a cock from either end.

The blonde was down on all fours, with the body-builder kneeling behind her and the dark-haired pretty boy kneeling in front of her. She had her eyes closed and her head bobbed forward and back, taking and releasing his cock, her fingers against his hairy thighs as she held herself up. Each time the body-builder slammed his cock into her ass, her forehead wrinkled with a look of pain and concern and fuck-lust.

“Yeah, fuck her in the ass!” Tom panted, rooting as if he were at a baseball game. “Yeah! Fuck her good!”

Both Becky and her father watched Tom’s hard-on pointing out into the night. He held it with both hands, one on top of the other, and jammed it through the circle they made. His balls dangled out beneath his rigid prick, moving back and forth with his strenuous fucking motions.  The boy was kneeling in the dirt and weeds of the empty lot.

Becky was crouched down, her knees spread wide apart, the fabric of her jeans stretched taut across her cunt. Her hand could feel the wetness coming right through the denim as she watched the sexy scene in front of her.

Jim just bent himself over at the waist, bending his knees a little bit to keep down low. Although it didn’t register in his conscious mind, he wanted to be ready to run in case anyone happened upon them. But his bent-over position only seemed to emphasize the elongating shaft of his cock and he self-consciously adjusted it in his pants to ease his considerable discomfort.

Becky rubbed her little pussy vigorously, trying to imagine what it would feel like to have a cock as big as her father’s up her ass. Could she do it? she asked herself, sneaking a look up into her dad’s concerned face. Maybe she’d have to try it and see.

The thought made her pussy tremble and she had to shove her hand down the front of her pants. She left her jeans snapped shut, liking the way it felt to touch herself inside of her clothes. It reminded her of how she sometimes put her hand down her pants at school, fingering herself off while sexy Mr. Spillman gave one of his boring lectures in science class. More than once Becky had gotten herself off imagining what he looked like without his clothes and glasses!

“Oh! Ohhh!” Tom grunted, his cock suddenly shooting like a firehose.

Becky and Jim both turned their attention briefly to Tom. His cream jetted out and splattered noisily into the dry brush around them. Both his hands continued to jack on his spurting cock-shaft, and Becky swallowed involuntarily, thinking it was such a shame to waste such delicious cream. Jim couldn’t help but look around them nervously, still very ill at ease.

But no one was there, and when Tom sat down flat on his ass to recover from his orgasm, Jim looked back at the horny blonde in the room. Was that some kind of orgy room they had there? he wondered.

In among the lewd photographs, Jim recognized other sexual devices that had gone unnoticed by his children. There were many different colored dildos of various sizes and even a few masks and a couple of whips and some chained anklets. All the equipment made Jim feel funny. He wanted to feel disgusted by it all, and it upset him that he wasn’t.

“What’s the matter, Dad?” Tom asked, stroking his already reviving hard-on. “Don’t you like it?”

“Ahem, sure!” Jim said, trying not to sound as uncomfortable as he felt. “It’s great, just swell.”

“Then get yer meat out and beat it!” Tom laughed. “We don’t come out here just to watch—that’s sick!”

With both his kids watching him intently, Jim had no choice but to haul out his swollen prick. Actually, it was a relief to set his hard-on free and soothe it with the familiar feel of his hand.

“She’s really a hot one, isn’t she Dad?” Tom said, nodding toward the blonde in the house.

“She sure is, Son,” Jim replied, kneeling down next to the boy and pulling Becky over closer to them.

“And those two guys,” Becky said, “I wonder what it would feel like to take two cocks at the same time.”

“I’m sure we could arrange for you to find out,” Tom said lewdly, his eyes bright with fuck-lust.

“Ahhh, but not tonight, okay?” Jim said. “Let’s do it at home some time, huh?”

“Take it easy, Dad,” Tom laughed. “No one is gonna see us. Becky, why don’t you give a little head to dear old dad here to calm him down?”

“But then I can’t watch them fucking her,” the girl whimpered.

“I’ll tell you what they’re doing,” Tom said, trying to pull Becky over in front of their dad. “Come on, suck him off and drink his come.”

Becky’s pussy was on fire, and the thought of gulping down her dad’s jizz made it even hotter than watching the blonde woman take two cocks.  She giggled her agreement and moved over in front of Jim, settling down flat on her ass in front of him, her feet spread on either side of the kneeling man.

All Jim’s fears left him when his daughter’s lips closed around the shaft of his cock. It was like Becky was sucking out all his apprehensions and he took hold of her face and helped her take in all the many inches of his throbbing prick.

“Feel better now?” Tom asked, his own cock helplessly hard again.

“Oh yeah,” Jim sighed.

Tom then turned his eyes back to the double-fucking in the house. The man at the blonde’s ass was pounding her harder than ever, and the boy could tell that he was getting ready to pump his load up her ass. Tom fisted his own cock, pumping it as he anticipated the man’s orgasm.

Becky bobbed her head, taking and releasing all of her father’s lusty prick. His cock-meat tasted good, and she covered it with her spit, making the mouth-fucking easier. She ran her tongue around and around the swollen prick-meat and enjoyed the way her father twitched and sighed.

As she ate him, Jim opened up her jeans and got at her little cunt. It was very juicy and he fingered it open, smearing the slimy cream all around her cuntal area.

“Oh Beck, he’s really giving it to her ass now,” Tom panted, beginning his suck-by-suck action calls. “She really loves it though, what a slut!”

Becky moaned around her father’s cock as she imagined the blonde taking the bodybuilder’s cock. She pulled harder on Jim’s cockmeat, his fingers and her lusty imagination stirring her fucking juices like never before.

Jim tangled his fingers in the strands of her long hair and pumped her face up and down around his cock-shaft. The way her tongue ran up and down along the sensitive vein that cut across his hard-on made the man roll his eyes and thrust his cock out even more. His little girl gave head like a pro and he couldn’t wait to blast his cream down her cock-sucking throat.

“Way to go, hon,” he panted. “Yeah, suck out my cream!”

Becky bobbed her face, taking all of his cock until she could feel his zipper against her tender lips. Then she pulled her mouth back slowly, keeping her lips tight around the length of his cock, and wiggled her tongue along the underside until she felt her teeth hit the helmet of his prick-head. Then she mouthed just the very tip of his cock, her tongue trying to worm its way into the flared piss-hole.

Tom heard his father’s breathing growing harsher and harsher and he wished he had some of the action too. Then, deciding that if the woman in the house could please two cocks, so could Becky, he moved right up tight against his dad and shoved his own prick toward his sister’s sucking mouth.

“Do me too,” he panted. “Suck me just a little bit, Beck.”

Liking the idea, Becky grabbed both cocks and held them together. Then she lapped up and down both of their swollen tips, feeling and tasting the subtle differences in the flavor of their leaking jizz.

Jim’s fingers poked in and out of the mouth of her cunt and Becky felt herself coming. To be sucking two cocks while her own father fingered her off was just too much!

“Hummm!” she moaned, her body vibrating wildly. “Mmmm!”

Her orgasm was quick, but very intense and behind her closed eyelids she saw vivid blasts of exploding color. Her mouth was open and empty as she gasped for air and then gasped for cock, sucking in first one cock-knob and then the other.

Still high with her recent release, Becky sucked one cock-tip and then turned her head slightly to have the other. Her dad’s prick-knob was a little bigger, but she liked the taste of her brother’s better. The horny girl was glad she didn’t have to choose between the two because she loved them both and to have them both at once was a dream come true.

“The guy in her ass shot off!” Tom suddenly grunted, shoving harder at Becky. “Ahhh, yeah, he’s filling her ass with his cream!”

Becky moaned around their cocks, her tongue out and licking up the side of one prick-shaft and down the other. Her father’s fingers left her pussy and she turned her full attention to bringing both men off as soon as possible.

She took a set of balls in each hand and rolled them in her palms like dice. Then she smashed them up tight against the two twitching cock-shafts and then released them, letting their own considerable weight pull them down. Both men murmured and grunted, their passions ever mounting.

“The dark-haired bear is fucking her mouth like crazy!” Tom cried.

The news made Becky wild. She pushed their straining cock-heads together with her fingers and crammed both of them into her gaping mouth. She ran her tongue around both of them, taking the jizz that dripped out more and more.

“Oh honey!” Jim gasped, his hands pulling her stuffed face far down the shaft of his, as well as Tom’s prick. “Gettin’ there!”

Becky bobbed her head as much as she could on their bunched-together fuck-meat. Then she pulled off and concentrated on sucking her father’s cock all the way to his twitching balls.

“Ahhh!” Jim exclaimed, his cock-meat suddenly lurching and his cream jetting down her throat. “Babyyy!”

Becky snorted and struggled to take her dad’s come. Absently she reached out for her brother’s thrumming prick and just as she touched it, it too let loose with its hot load.

“Aggg, Christ!” Tom grunted, his cream exploding against the side of his sister’s cock-sucking face.

Worried she might drown if she slacked off, Becky gulped down her dad’s cream as she felt her brother’s cream spraying against her ear. She was totally surrounded by jizz, and was the best feeling in the world!

Both men shuddered and groaned as their cocks emptied. Then they both fell away from Becky and the girl felt oddly alone. Not knowing what else to do, she turned around and took another look at the horny blonde. And, much to her delight, Becky saw that the handsome dark-haired man was just pumping his load into her hot, sucking mouth. Becky gave a sticky grin, knowing she had twice as much cream in her belly as the sexy older woman did. She then looked down at her panting father and brother and took both of their cocks in her small hands. “Let’s get these things home so you can give them both to me at once,” she said huskily, jacking on their wilted, sticky pricks. “And I don’t mean in my mouth!”

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pairing: felix x fem!reader (afab)

genre: nonidol!felix. softboy!felix // harddom!felix. estranged relationship. angst. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. this one has got some angst in it. mentions of estrangement/tension in the relationship. smut warnings below cut!! 

word count: 4.3k

summary: in all of the time that you've dated him, felix has never dropped the innocent, flower boy persona that he's known for. but perhaps, you'll finally be the one to crack him open to show who he truly is underneath all of the softness and glitter.

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (keep it safe, my friends). angry sex. soft boy felix turned bad boy. harddom!felix. sub!reader. fingering. breast/nipple play. dom/sub undertones. degradation (slut, whore, bitch, dumb, etc.). ass spanking. manhandling kink. humiliation. dirty thoughts/fantasies. hair pulling. choking. dumbification. dacryphilia kink. ownership/possession. cum play. felix edges reader. overstimulation. controlling felix. lots of dirty talk. breeding kink!!. subspace. loud sex.

a/n: this idea just randomly popped into my head last night and I had to write it down before I went back to work tmrw so... here we are haha! 😂 I've always wanted to write a harddom!felix piece, and I'm really happy with the way this one turned out. like- I can appreciate a soft and flower boy lix, but sometimes, a hoe just needs some MANHANDLING in her life!!! 🥵

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“I don’t know what you want from me, Y/N,” Felix said, throwing his hands up in the air in a defeated way. His entire face was covered in shadows, dark brown eyes flashing with strife as he ran a few frantic fingers through his sandy blonde hair. “I’m trying- I am, but you’re making this incredibly difficult.” 

 You just stood there, near the kitchen counter, too stunned to speak. 

 It had been a long day. 

 A long week. 

 A long month, for that matter. 

The two of you had been trying to cook dinner together, but the night had resulted in the two of you getting into an argument on the stupidest of things. But you knew why the two of you were fighting. And he knew too. 

 Tensions had been rising between you for quite a while. 

 More often than not, you’d get into small arguments throughout the week. But mostly, it was always you who lost your cool. 

 But you couldn’t believe him - couldn’t believe that he was truly so clueless as to why you were so upset in the first place. 

 “You don’t even understand why I’m mad.” Is all you could say, just shaking your head in disappointment as your eyes scanned his face. The familiar sight of his angelic-like features pulled at your heartstrings, but at that moment, just looking at them turned your stomach sickeningly. 

 “No, I don’t think I do. And I’d love to be enlightened.” His voice was stern, with not a hint of softness to it. The quiet and serene way that you were used to him talking was completely wiped away, replaced with a tired and fed-up Felix. 

 Clenching your fists at either of your sides, you felt your sharp nails dig into the flesh of your palms. “You’re too- too fucking nice all of the time.” You finally blurted out, cheeks starting to burn with the fury that was steadily rising in your very being. 

 Felix’s expression turned dumbfounded, as he stared on at you with slightly parted lips, shady eyes widening in surprise. “What?” 

 “You’re too good- Felix. You’re always forgiving, always kind, always understanding. Maybe I should count my blessings that you’re just that type- that you’re such a nice guy,” you began, voice low as the feelings started to pour out of you. As all the warring emotions that had been swimming deep inside of you for so long were finally being brought to light. “And call me masochistic, but sometimes, I just want to fight with you… want you to get angry, to react to me. But you don’t, you just… take everything in stride, and the less you do, the more it makes me crazy.” 

 You couldn’t believe you were confessing everything to him. You had been bottling up all of your thoughts for so long, it felt foreign to finally spill them out in front of the both of you. Leave them out in the open, free to be judged and assessed by your boyfriend. 

 At first, you liked his kindness. You liked his warm heart and his gentle persona. 

 But the longer you loved him, the more you realized that it just… wasn’t enough. 

 You, with your sharp jabs. And him, with his soft edges. 

 It was like two worlds, constantly clashing together to meet at the center of a dangerous, unfamiliar storm. 

 Most of the time, you ignored the urges - you ignored the way you wanted him to react in some other way than coy smiles and shy laughs. He was a sweet man. But you were starting to realize that the sweet was becoming too cloying - it was too strong for you, and you finally cracked beneath the sugariness of it all. 

 On countless occasions, he’d bring you breakfast in bed the morning after you had been out clubbing the night before. You’d make a colossal mess of things at the huge parties, getting upset at everything and everyone in your drunken state. Only to have him come in and save you from it all, carrying you away and back home to your shared apartment. 

 And the next day, as he sat there in bed with you, watching as you chewed on the baked goods he had made for you, he’d act as if nothing had ever happened. Like you making a scene at the local club wasn’t a big deal and it didn’t anger him in the least bit that you were out so late at night without him. 

 Every time he made you such a comforting meal so early on a weekend morning, it only made you more furious at him. 

 Because you wanted him to react. 

 You wanted him to get angry at you, for blatantly ignoring your well-being and safety. 

 You wanted him to punish you, irrevocably. In more ways than one. 

 But instead, he brushed soft fingers through your hair, offering up quiet words of ease. Instead, he’d sit there and watch you eat until you were done - making sure you got enough food and water into your system. 

 “So, what, you want me to be an angry, abusive asshole to you all of the time?” Felix asked, tone incredulous and rising a bit in his irritation. And good, you wanted him to be mad. You wanted to finally get a rise out of him. “I seriously don’t understand what you’re saying right now- do you want me to treat you like shit all of the time?” 

 “No!” You finally shouted, the tears starting to prick at the edges of your eyes, making things go fuzzy around the edges. Felix was standing nearby, in the dining room, while you were still there in the kitchen, clutching onto the marble countertop for dear life. “I just- I just want you to stop being so nice all of the time. You- you hug me when I-”

 Felix was moving then, rounding the kitchen island and trying to draw close to you. He reached out with an arm, wanting to hold onto you. But you pulled away from him, backing up a few steps with your heart pounding in your chest and the breath catching in your dry throat. 

 “What is it that you truly want, angel?” His voice was quiet again. Like how it always got when you were yelling at him and he was preparing to not yell back at you. 

 And the realization that he wasn’t going to get angry at you - like how he always did during most of your arguments - just heightened your fury. Suddenly, you were seeing so much crimson in your rage. It blurred his face, painting his slim figure in a blurb of silky brushstrokes. 

 “I- I want you to kiss me - make me lose my breath - instead of hugging me and telling me sweet things!” You burst out, a shudder running down the length of your spine as you finally told him one of your deepest longings. 

 You were like a column of fire. Always burning brightly, red, and wanting so much passion. Whereas, he was a cool vat of water. Soothing and gentle, calculated with his movements and words. 

 But you didn’t want that anymore. 

 You couldn’t put up with it any longer. You had already tolerated it for so long… 

 The lazy days in his arms, the nice sentiments from his lips, the gentle love-making. 

 When in reality, you wanted him to take control of everything. Wanted him to guide you in all ways, demeaningly. Wanted him to lay claim to you in every possible way. 

 You saw the look in his eyes as the words fell from your lips then. The way they swam with uncertainty, his jaw ticking as he processed everything. 

 “Just forget it,” you said, already shaking off the growing argument and beginning to back away from him further. The fight was rapidly leaking out of your soul, draining you into a weak pile of hurt and raw emotions. “It’s stupid anyway…” 

 As you fled from the kitchen and neared the dining room, you heard footsteps pound on the wooden floor behind you. Trying to ignore it all, you rounded the modestly-sized table that you and Felix frequently ate at during the week. 

 Then, a hand was grabbing hold of your wrist. Fingers digging into your flesh, and forcefully spinning your body around. Pushing you back so that your ass hit the edge of the dining table. 

 Felix was upon you in an instant, practically breathing fire down on you. His face was but a few mere centimeters from yours, so close, yet not close enough. He gaped down at you, gaze stormy and lips squeezed into a firm line. 

 He was the opposite of how you had always seen him - how you had always known him as. Almost like, a switch had suddenly been flipped and what was now before you was a Lee Felix that you had yet to discover. 

 “I can be so mean to you if that’s what you want,” he whispered, voice low as death and gravelly. You swallowed around the lump that was beginning to form in your throat, heart beating against your ribcage as he leaned into your further, mouth nearing your jawline but not touching your skin. “You want me to stop being all soft and nice? Stop calling you by sweet names?” His lips neared the shell of your ear, his warm breath fanning against the exposed skin of your neck. “You want me to call you filthy things? React to you with punishments? So be it, you dirty little slut.” 

 His teeth caught onto your earlobe, biting down and tautening the air right out of your lungs. His hands were moving so fast, you had no time to react as they gripped at your hips and hoisted you up onto the dining room table. Then his fingers were imprinting into the flesh at your waist, tearing down your panties in one swift movement and throwing them off to the side as he pushed up the front of your bright-blue flowered sundress. 

 “F-Felix,” you gasped out, too shocked by the sudden change in his demeanor to say anything else. You were still sitting up on the table, fingers plowing into his blonde locks as he regarded your naked core desire in his eyes. 

 “Is this what you want? What you’ve fantasized about for so long?” He growled, one hand gripping your waist while the other trailed in between your legs. When the tips of his fingers discovered your soaked core, he shook his head in disbelief, tsking in a mocking way that caused you to squirm under his hold. “Look at you- already dripping wet just from the names alone… didn’t know you were such a whore, hmm?”

 When he skirted his thumb up your slit, your eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure unlike anything you had ever felt before already starting to take over your mind. Blurring your senses, making you sensitive in all the right ways. Through your dizziness, you could feel his thumb draw circles around your puffy clit, before he was dipping a practiced finger into your heat.

 “Shit, you’re so tight, gonna have to fuck this little hole right open with my cock…” His voice trailed off, and your eyes were yanked open as soon as he curled his finger, plowing into that warm, gooey spot inside of you. When he added another finger, and another, pumping in and out at a heated pace, the moans steadily began to fall from your lips. “You like that, yeah? Getting full on my fingers- bet you’d like it even more when you’re stuffed to the brim with my cum, since you’re such a cumslut for me.” 

 You choked on a sob, throwing your head back at the way he moved his hand, thumb digging into your inflamed clit while pressing into the warmth between your pussy lips. Mouth falling open, you felt the blood rush through your system like a crazed tidal wave, casting stars across your vision as he thrust his slim fingers between your throbbing walls. You merely shook beneath his hold, already nearing the brink of release. 

 It was when you felt the hand slip out between your legs, traveling up your body, that your eyes were torn open. Then, in a single beat, two strong hands were fitting around your neck, squeezing the flesh there. 

 You breathed out shakily through your nose, eyes widening at the way he stared down at you. His gaze dimmed to blackness, shadows dancing across his cheekbones. “Answer me, kitten,” he commanded in that deep voice of his, causing a fit of quivers to move across your skin. “Are you such a whore that you’d let me use you? Use you like my own personal plaything- fuck into you until you can’t walk or talk?” 

 You were nodding your head before you even understood what he was truly saying, already falling into that murky headspace once again as his fingers pressed down on your windpipes. Constricting the airflow, making you delightfully lightheaded. “Y-Yes, wanna be yours so much, make me yours, please.” You whined in a wavering voice, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the pressure around your neck.

 Felix lifted his hands away from your neck, shoving his lips on your mouth, tongue roughly swiping around yours. He bit down on your bottom lip, pulling out a strangled moan from you. Then his head and hands were moving in tandem, stripping you of your dress and bralette while beginning to pepper kisses down the column of your neck. 

 Your fingers dug into his scalp, pulling at the blonde roots there as he bit into your skin, leaving purple and red marks everywhere his mouth touched. Then his mouth was hovering over one of your breasts, hot breath washing across your skin and shooting goosebumps on every part of you that he neared. 

 “No wonder why you’ve been such a bitch lately,” he chuckled darkly, hands coming around your hips and leaving faint imprints on the skin there. “You wanted to get ruined, huh? Wanted to get fucked over so bad by my cock alone…” Then his tongue was darting out, dragging kitten licks across your breast.

 You pressed his face close to your chest as he lapped at your skin, teeth taking hold of your pebbled nipple and biting down. A scream fled from deep inside of you, and you squirmed in his strong hold as his tongue swiped at your skin again and again, teeth edging you ever so slowly.

 “W-Wanted this so fucking much,” you mewled out, eyes forced open and watching the way his lips molded around your skin. So perfectly, so sensually. “I… I need you, Felix…” 

 But you had said something similar to him many times before, on the days when the two of you would make out or make love late into the night. However, this time was different. This time, you were asking him to have his way with you, to take hold of you, like you had always wanted him to do. 

 At that, he dragged away from your nipple, a faint popping sound dancing across the room as his tongue left your skin. A faded trail of cool, wet saliva was shining around your bud in the wake of his torture. “Well, if you hadn’t been such an ornery little slut and had actually fucking talked to me, perhaps my cock would’ve been stuffed in your pussy tonight, instead of having us arguing for the past hour.” He grunted, staring down at you with those ferocious eyes, lips already puffed from all of the kisses. 

 “Well, if you hadn’t been so oblivious to my hints, then maybe we wouldn’t have had to fight in the first place.” You muttered in a weak voice as Felix shoved you off the edge of the table, turning you around and bending you over the flat wooden top. 

 “Oh, shut the fuck up,” he said, tone thick with arousal and mirth as he landed a blow across the bare expanse of your right asscheek, making you jump in shock. “Last time I checked, fucktoys don’t talk back.” He gave your other cheek another harsh slap, drawing a squeak out of you. 

 You leaned forward then, bracing both hands around the edges of the table and waiting for him while you heard shuffling behind you as he shucked off his jeans. You stared down at the line of the cherry wood, brain fuzzy with so much arousal and heat. The two of you had never fucked on a table, in all of the years that you had been dating. No- usually, the sex consisted of long, drawn-out nights in bed, with sweet words flooding from his lips and quiet whines falling from yours. 

 Felix grabbed at your thighs, pushing your legs open and slotting himself against your heat. He dragged the tip of his cock across your folds, the swollen thing catching onto your inflamed nub and forcing your head to fall between your arched shoulder blades in agony.

 When he finally slammed into you, everything around you burst into a bright crimson light. Redness flooded every part of the room, as you honed in on the way his rigid cock felt between your walls. As your rapid breaths matched the way he steadily began to move inside of you. 

 You felt a hand snake up the length of your spine just before fingers were threading into your hair. He tugged your head up and back, forcing you to bend slightly backward and face him as he hit into you with a crazed pace. 

 “Want you to scream for me, you dumb bitch,” he barked in a loud, strangled voice just as his dick hit a newfound spot inside of you, washing everything in blue sparkling stars. “Let all of the neighbors know how much you love my cock- how good I’m making you feel, how much of a useless cumwhore you are for me.” 

 At his commands, the moans were flooding from your lips unbidden. You peered up into his eyes, never breaking the contact there as his long, hard cock reached new places in your throbbing cunt that you had never discovered before. And when the curved tip of it hit that melty spot inside of you, the screams were coming out of you in choked gasps. 

 “That’s it…” He mused darkly, smirking at you in a demeaning kind of way. His one hand yanked at your roots, forcing tears to cloud the rims of your eyes while his other hand was busy between your legs, shoving into your puffed clit as his cock thrust in and out of your cunt at a relentless pace. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine- that this pussy is mine. Gonna fuck you so full of my cum you won’t be able to think after I’m finished with you.” 

 “Y-Yeah… I’m yours, you own me.” You wailed out, eyes screwing shut at the feeling of your high quickly approaching. Your walls fluttered around his cock, just aching to find some kind of release. Then his nails were digging into your scalp, thumb rubbing abusing figure-eights around your swollen clit. And just like that, you were tipping over the edge. “Want you to fill me up, please- please Lix!” 

 He seemed to like the begging on your part, as he pounded into your cunt with a newfound vigor. The light dimmed in the corners of your vision, as you fell over the cliffside of pure bliss. The blaze rippled through your veins, setting flame to everything in its path. You could feel Felix shutter inside of you, as he chased his own high like a rabid dog. You were reduced to but a mere pile of shaking limbs, heart pounding in your ears. 

 “Fuck! You fit me so well!” He shouted, gruff voice ringing out across the expanse of your apartment. The only sound that could be heard was from the two of you - with his hips slapping against your ass, cock fitting into your tight wetness. “This fucking hole- damn it, you’re so tight! Gonna fuck you so good with my cum.” 

 The explosiveness of his sudden orgasm only made your high that much sweeter, as he rode it out, coating your insides in stark white and filling you to the brim with his sweet, warm seed. Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull at the feeling of his shivering cock inside of you, and when he leaned down into you, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the side of your exposed neck, your heartbeat fluttered in your chest. He rutted against you, fucking his essence deep between your walls. 

 When your heart began to slow down, and the red starriness started to fade from your mind, you found your words again - since the only thing that had fallen from your lips for the last few minutes had been an endless string of moans and cries. “That’s what I’ve always wanted, Lix. For you to just… let go of that good boy image, just for a little bit.”

 You cracked your eyes open only to be met with a smirking Felix. He was staring down at you again, cheeks flushed red and lips but a mere smudge of inflated desire. “You know why I never allowed you to see that side of me, even after all of these years that we’ve been together?” He asked, a slim fingertip coming underneath your chin and drawing across the bone there as you shook your head ‘no’ in reply. “I was too worried that I’d scare you off- I was always under the impression that you liked the softness. That you liked the nice persona.” 

 Felix slipped out of you then, and the absence of his veiny girth being lodged deep inside of you made you a little cock-hungry for him all over again. The sound of the tip of him sliding out of you made a wet pop dance around your ears, since your pussy had had such a strong grip on him. 

 Nonetheless, you managed to get control of your urges and turned around to face him fully. You ran two hands up his chest. He was still clad in his oversized butter-yellow t-shirt, the one he always wore when the two of you were having a relaxing day at home on the weekend. 

 “I do like the bright side of you,” you said in a quiet voice, hands coming around his neck and bringing his face close to yours. “But I also like the dark side. You can have a mixture of both, yeah? Be a ray of sunshine when we’re outside, and inside… well, that’s up to you, I guess.”

 “Really?” His eyes illuminated at your words, a sly grin already spreading across his mouth. He pulled your bare waist near him, and you could already feel the growing hardness there. “You’re gonna leave such power in my hands?”

 You nodded slowly, leaning into him and giving his red, shiny lips a few delicate pecks. You were being completely honest with him. It’s not that you didn’t like his innocent, boyish side. You did, at certain times. But other times, you wanted him to act his age - wanted him to throw you around at home, both physically and mentally.

 “Then I already know what I wanna do next…” His voice trailed off, as he quickly grabbed onto your hips, wrapping your bare legs around his waist just before he was taking off from the kitchen.

 “Felix, what are you doing?” You laughed, playfully hitting his shoulder as he made his way into the bedroom with you in his arms. 

 He stopped in front of your bed, throwing you atop the soft mattress like you were a fucking rag doll. He shrugged as he stared down at you, the lust already beginning to fill his eyes once more. “You said I have free reign at home, right?” 

 You swallowed, once, having to force down the moan that threatened to flood out of you at the way he was looking at you with so much intensity. You could already feel the tension building in the room again, your wetness mixing with his drying seed and coating your thighs once more. 

 All you could do was nod in agreement, waiting and watching in silence, as Felix reached behind his back and ripped off his shirt, casting it off to the side. The only light source in the room came from the ajar bedroom door, where the warm, cozy kitchen lights were still shining illustriously. His sculpted abs shined in the faint glow of the bedroom, his chest rising and falling, pretty pink nipples catching your attention as he stood there in bated silence.

 “Then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t breathe.” His voice ground out, ringing across your ears and sending a zap of energy right to your core. 

 He was upon you in the next beat, already jerking your legs wide open and sliding his body between yours. He stopped just as his face neared your dripping heat, smirking up at you with dark eyes. 

 “You’re a true, absolute menace, you know that?” You muttered in a strangled tone, watching with halted breath as his tongue darted out between his swollen lips. 

 Felix dragged the tip of it across your inner thigh, leaving a wet trail of saliva and fire in the wake of his touch. “Yeah, but you fucking love me for it.” He taunted in a lilting voice. Giving you no time to prepare then, as that perfect, red tongue of his came upon your mound, licking a long, wet stripe up the length of your cunt.

 And your head fell atop the fluffy downy pillows, as your body all but melted into his touch. As your mind was flooded with thoughts of nothing but him - of how he knew you so well, of how he could pleasure you so well. 

 In the end, he reacted the exact way you had wanted him to. And it felt really fucking good to win such a long, and arduous battle. To have him taking action, in the way that you had always dreamed of. 

Fin.

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★ NEVER SAY NEVER. [ 002 ] the pinkette.

synopsis. something about the eight most well-known boys of your campus just didn't sit right with you, so you never gave any effort to interact with them. but after a series of... interesting incidents, they can't seem to leave you alone. pairing. college students! vampires! ot8! ateez x fem! reader. genre. fluff, angst, eventual smut, college au, vampire au.

chapter warnings. innuendos if you squint, wooyoung is still a bit annoying but it's ok because it's wooyoung. word count. 1.9k

　　　　　　　　chapter i // chapter ii // chapter iii

The car ride to wherever Wooyoung and his seven friends lived felt a lot longer than it actually was. He talked the entire way there and if you weren't so polite—ignoring the fact you cursed him out multiple times already—you would have put on you headphones to drown him out.

Most of what he said was not worth replying to, but sometimes you caught yourself having actual conversations with him. The way he could talk to anyone without previously interacting with them surprised you a bit. And if you weren't so stubborn, you would have admitted it was a bit admirable, a skill you never really mastered.

On the bright side, you think, at least he let you take care of the music. He hadn't heard more than half the songs on your playlist and you felt it was your duty to introduce him to the most life-changing songs you've ever listened to. Sometimes he'd ask you something about a song, and you'd accidentally ramble on and on about anything related to it; the composition, the lyricism, the artist.

When you did that, he'd stare at you for however long he could any chance he got. He enjoyed listening to you talk, your voice soothing and free of any innuendos he'd normally receive when talking to anyone from campus. Your eyes practically glistened when he asked about a particular song that played (one titled "Reflections" if he remembered correctly) before you went off on another tangent about how the song makes you feel, arms and hands flailing around to emphasise your points.

At that point, he promised himself he would not get you to talk about music around Hongjoong, in fear that he'd never see you again. The musical composition major would probably propose to you on the spot.

"Oh! And also, the way they used–" You abruptly cut yourself off, looking down to pick at the cuticle of your thumb, confidence gone in the blink of an eye. "I– uh– Sorry. I'm rambling again."

Wooyoung slowed down before completely stopping at a red light. As soon as those words left your mouth, he shook his head in objection. "Don't be sorry. I like listening to you."

You looked up at him and upon finding no trace of deception or false reassurance on his stunning face, you nodded, dropping your hands in your lap. The man next to you felt an urge to grab ahold of one of them, but he knew you'd throw him out of his own car.

The tenseness in the air didn't last much longer as you noticed Wooyoung pull into a driveway leading up to the grandest mansion you'd ever seen. There seemed to be two floors, probably a third in the basement, and the walls were painted a clean white. The design of the house was quite modern, utilising geometric shapes and large, clear windows.

The lawn was neatly trimmed and the grass healthy. There wasn't much to see out front, but you assumed they'd prefer to use the privacy of a garden in the back.

At the sight of the residence, your jaw just about dropped and you whipped your head to the left, staring at the brown-eyed boy.

"This is where you live?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, but the smug smile stretched across his face told you everything you needed to know.

"Are you guys part of the mafia or something?"

He choked at that question, quickly denying it, but you only sighed in disappointment.

"That's too bad, maybe I'd have found you a bit cooler."

"Hey!" He pouted. "I'm very cool."

You tilted your head, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting ready to leave the car. "Hmm... I don't really think so..."

"Plenty of other people do." Wooyung got out of the car with you, still pouting at you over the roof of the vehicle as he moved to the trunk to pull out your bag. "You ought to as well."

"I don't know, Woo. I'm not really one to care what others think." You pouted back at him mockingly before your expression became confused. Upon your words, his pout turned into another mischievous grin. "What?"

"You just called me Woo," he sang playfully as he led you to the entrance. "Are we on nickname basis now?"

"What are you talking about? I clearly said Wooyoung."

He narrowed his eyes at you, shrugged, and then turned away from you to unlock the front door. "Either way, I like it when pretty girls say my name." And with that he entered the house and left you standing there, staring with wide eyes and blushing cheeks.

After you finally pulled yourself together and reminded yourself you didn't like him at all, you stepped inside. As you kicked off your shoes, your project partner instructed you to wait for a second while he informed whoever was home that they had company. You obliged, not wanting to see anything that would haunt you. What would that be? You didn't have an answer for yourself, but you'd rather not find yourself walking into the living room and seeing a half naked man.

As Wooyoung rounded the corner again, you had gotten up from where he put your bag, getting ready to follow him wherever he wanted to work with your sketchbook in hand.

"You're in luck, most of them are out and Seonghwa-hyung is almost done cooking." He led you to what you assumed must be the kitchen. "We can eat first and then start working."

You held back a gasp, but couldn't stop the amazed look on your face as you took in your surroundings. You shouldn't have been so surprised considering the fucking hallway was pretty, but the kitchen was absolutely divine.

It also took on a modern style, sleek white cabinets and counters surrounding the space. In the middle of the room was a kitchen island with a matching white marble surface, one side occupied by a large sink and the other with five barstools. But, most of all, it was so clean.

Not that you expected a house where eight men live together to be dirty and a mess, but you also kind of did. Yes, you were aware that they were all rich and could probably afford you and your entire bloodline, including a cleaner, but that thought never really crossed your mind.

As you continued observing the kitchen, your eyes landed on a man on the other side of the island, leaning against a counter with his arms crossed, watching you. His eyes scanned your body, assessing you before he lifted a hand and ran it through his pastel pink hair. Seemingly satisfied—though you're not sure of what—he nodded and smiled at you.

Wooyoung briefly introduced you to each other, though you already knew perfectly well who this was, and you weren't exactly happy to be in the same room as him. But, for obvious reasons, being rude to your project partner's best friend was not a very good first impression. And as much as you didn't really care about first impressions, you knew—and dreaded—that you'd had to come over quite often for this project.

A look of realisation crossed Seonghwa's features, his round eyes lighting up. "Ah, I know where I've seen you. You also take linguistics, right?"

You nodded to confirm that. He usually sat all the way in the back, though your professor encouraged him to move up front since he was such a good student. He always kind of intimidated you, but seeing him now, in sweatpants and a large sweater, hair blow-dried and fluffy; you wonder why you would ever think he's scary. Nevertheless, he's just like the others.

Wooyoung tilted his head in confusion and turned from where he sat at the counter to look at you. "I thought you're an art major?"

"I am," you took a seat next to him, leaving one barstool of space between you. "I'm double majoring in art and linguistics."

The man you answered hummed and turned to his older friend. "What are you making?"

"I didn't know we'd have a guest, so it's just bulgogi with rice noodles." He turned to address you, "Hope you don't mind."

"Oh, not at all! I could eat anything right now." Neither of the boys missed the way your eyes lit up at the mention of food.

The three of you continued to converse as Seonghwa prepared three plates for you to eat. He fished out some utensils from a drawer and set them in front of you, then him and Wooyoung.

"Oh, YN," Wooyoung said, sounding as if he suddenly remembered something, getting up and grabbing some cups from a cupboard. "Grab some drinks from the fridge, there should be plenty of options so choose whatever you want."

But as you moved to the fridge, Seonghwa quickly blocked your path with a slightly nervous sounding laugh. "No, that won't be needed!"

You tilted your head and blinked at him and Wooyoung could hear the way the elder's heart skipped a beat. Another nervous chuckle escaped his mouth before he explained, "We ran out of drinks yesterday, follow me to the pantry and I'll show you what options we do have."

"Uhhhh... okay...?" Though still confused and slightly suspicious of the way he was acting, you followed him to the other side of the kitchen. You thanked him as he held the door to the pantry open to you, but completely missed the chilling glare he sent Wooyoung.

Fourty-five minutes later, the three of you had finished eating. You offered to help wash the dishes, but the pinkette immediately shut you down and sent you and Wooyoung to work in the living room.

"Thank you for the food, it was really delicious. If I could cook, I'd ask you for the recipe." You smiled at him, placing yours and Wooyoung's plates next to the sink.

"Well," he started, bracing one hand on the cupboard next to you and leaning in slightly. "I could always teach you, if you'd like." His eyes briefly moved from yours to the area slightly below before he resumed eye contact.

And there it is. That's a shame. You thought you had misjudged him, but you supposed you were wrong.

At your expression, he burst out laughing (it was a very pretty, melodic laugh), standing up straight again and putting some distance between the two of you.

Maybe you weren't wrong...? At this point, you didn't know what to think of the man in front of you.

"I'm just kidding, Wooyoung already told me about your... feelings towards us. I just felt like messing with you a bit" He trailed off, smile stretching a bit further to reveal his perfect white teeth. "You're kind of cute when you're flustered, though."

Now that he mentioned it, you could feel the warmth on your face. As the realisation showed itself on your face, he laughed once more and rested his hand on your shoulder. He turned you and led you towards the living area, where you could already see Wooyoung making himself comfortable on the couch.

"I'll leave you guys to do your work now. I might join you once I finished cleaning, but I have a paper due tomorrow morning so don't wait for me."

"Hyung, you're not part of our project, why would we wait for you?" Wooyoung raised one of his disgustingly symmetrical brows.

With a shrug, he answered, "To balance out your annoyingness."

He didn't stick around to hear Wooyoung's whiny complaints, instead turning back to the kitchen with a loud laugh. The brunette rolled his eyes and patted the spot on the couch next to him.

"Now," he said once you sat, albeit with so much space between you three people could fit comfortably, "Where do we start?"

　　[ lilo's notes ... ] woohoo the next chapter!! i think i'll make the upload schedule fridays, so expect new chapters then. what do we think of the story so far? i'm so happy about all the positive comments i've been getting, thank you guys so much. whoever though seonghwa would be the one she'd like, is wrong... so any other guesses? i have a few ideas on what to do for that project, and i think it'll actually be quite cool. so please look forward to that ^^

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i’ll always be here…

Steve Harrington x Reader Request

Summary: Reader is late for her period and Steve comforts her

Content Warnings: pregnancy scare, mentions of sex, mature themes and language, pining, love confession, fluff, comfort, slight angst, ✨gets a lil spicy at times✨pervy thoughts

A/N: requested by one of my lovelies, please enjoy this sweet fluffy fluff just for you! I’m so glad everything worked out! you know who you are 💖

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‘How late is late enough???’

She’d wondered yet again, staring at her closet where the pregnancy test stayed hidden at the back, wrapped in a plastic sack, stuck in a brown bag, stuffed inside an old shoebox of rocks she’s kept her whole life. Granted it was a great hiding place for weed, she really didn’t need to hide it from anyone.

She just didn’t want it staring at her.

And now she was left wondering, over and over again if she could take the test yet. And then into the rabbit hole of ‘If I could, would I? Could I?’

Approximately five weeks ago, Y/n partook in a drunken fling, a cute boy from her psych class who happened to be at a party her friend dragged her to. She’d been especially mopey since she hadn’t heard much from her good friend Steve— otherwise known as the love of her life.

The beginning of the school year was always busy for both of them, Steve going to trade school closer to home and her going to a state university in the city. They’d kept up with their weekly phone calls, sometimes skipping one in between every once in a while, but around Halloween things kinda fell off on Steve’s end.

She’d spoken to his answering machine too many times to try again, beginning to feel like a desperate ex.

“C’mon, he’s not your boyfriend, why don’t you come to the party and get one?? It won’t be hard for you! Maybe then Harrington will wake the fuck up!” Her roommate Brandi cried from the front door, her blue shimmery dress matching her eyeshadow perfectly. She sauntered into the living room and looked over her friend's state.

“If you come with, I’ll get us cookies after.” She proposed, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Y/n weighed the offer and sighed exasperatedly, “You know I can’t turn down drunk cookies.”

Brandi celebrated as Y/n trudged back to her room to make herself presentable.

When they were at the party, Brandi spotted Cole Walker and waved him over, his stunning smile set on Y/n. “Look who’s coming over.” Brandi murmured in her ear. When Y/n saw Cole she blanched, catching the sight of his quaffed hair and square chin, believing him to be Steve for a moment as he took off his dark sunglasses. When she realized it was Cole, she felt a different feeling; first disappointment but then… opportunity?

Cole nodded at the both of them cordially, “It’s good to see you! I didn’t know you came to these.” He’d said to her. Y/n chuckled and shook her head, “I don’t!”

And three hours later, she was sneaking out of his dorm. He’d passed out seconds after he came, and neither of them had even stopped to think about protection.

So today, she sat here and waited; welcoming any and all incoming cramps or maybe an unexpected gush when she stood.

Anything. Please, God, anything.

And suddenly, her phone rang. She jumped and took a deep breath before she picked it up carefully, placing it up to her ear. “Hello?”

“There you are! God, have I missed you.” Steve breathed in relief.

Y/n stifled her gasp, tears welling up in her eyes at his voice alone. “Steve! Hi! Oh my god!” She smiled before her heart dropped back into her stomach. “Where have you been?!” She asked urgently.

“I know, I know, I’m really sorry.. I know I’ve been kinda MIA—“

“—Kinda?!”

“Okay, really MIA,” He edited. “This shits a lot harder than I thought it would be, Y’know? The workload is double, I still haven’t made any friends—my charm is not working, like at all,” she could practically see him counting off the reasons his life was going out of control on his fingers, “I have signed up for every study group I possibly can and by the end of this I am determined I will be the greatest pharmacist you’ve ever dreamed of.” He promised, slumping back in his swivel chair at his desk in his bare apartment. “It’s just gonna take all of my sanity, time, and money.” He chuckled.

For a moment while he rambled she forgot all about her troubles from the last month and some, just listening to his voice over the line was comfort enough. “So, what have you been up to?” Is all that brought her back to earth.

“Oh, you know…” she fiddled with the cord as she searched for an answer. She wasn’t the best with lies, let alone lying to Steve. “This and.. and that.” She cringed.

“This and that, eh? You been staying out of trouble?” He joked, though he waited for her response to gauge her answer.

“Oh, you know me.” She chuckled half heartedly.

And that’s how Steve knew. “Cut the crap, L/n, talk to me—what’s wrong?” He asked quieter.

“Nothing, Steve, don’t worry—“

“So there IS something!” He accused.

Her mouth ran dry and Brandi’s boyfriend knocked on her door to tell her they were home with dinner. “Hey, Steve, I gotta go, but, uh, I’ll call you later!” She said and hung up without a goodbye before she could catch herself.

Steve sat dumbfounded and had no other choice than to wonder why she shut down so quickly.

There had been a man’s voice in the background, was there someone else? Is that why she had to go so fast without saying goodbye? The anxiety began to eat him from the inside out, standing him to his feet and pacing the room for a bit. After another long and grueling internal struggle, Steve hopped in his car and drove the three hours to see the girl that lived in his head rent free from the moment he met her.

By the time Steve was knocking on her door, Y/n and Brandi were in their pj’s and watching the X Files on tv, the thumping making them jump and cry out in fear. “Fuck! This alien shit has me too wound up.” Brandi shuffled quietly to the hallway, waiting to grab her baseball bat until after Y/n looked through the peephole.

“It’s Steve!” She whispered and turned to her equally surprised friend. Brandi motioned for her to get the door as she scurried away to her room to give them privacy.

Y/n looked down at her large shirt and slippers, pushing her hair behind her ears and straightening her glasses before she opened the door. Of course he had to look like that. All perfect and smiley and happy to see her with that special glitter to his eye that seemed to only be present when she was around. “Steve.” She said easily as if she hadn’t checked.

“Hey, I’m sorry, is this a bad time?” He asked, scanning the apartment behind her for any trace of a visitor. She shook her head, “No! No, Brandi just went to bed.”

Steve nodded as she stepped to the side and allowed him into the house. He lingered in the small kitchen as he waited for her to lock the door back.

“I’m really happy to see you, but what are you, uh, doing here?” She asked.

Steve chuckled and cleared his throat uneasily before asking for some water, to which she obliged immediately. “Can we, uh, go to your room?” He asked after a sip. Y/n’s eyebrows raised, though it wasn’t a strange request, only strange circumstances.

“Yeah! Sure, right this way.” She attempted an easy joke as she led him through the dim house. Her heart pounded in her chest, wandering—spiraling into fear. Was this impromptu visit coming with news? Is that why he wants to be even more alone??

She shut the door behind him, smiling lightly when she saw him flop onto the end of her bed, his hair bouncing with him as he snatched a pillow from the head of the mattress and held it to him in a snuggle. “Okay, will you tell me what’s going on now?” She asked, joining him on the opposite side as she normally would.

Steve shot up, “I was gonna ask you the same question.” Y/n began to chew on her thumbnail as she pondered the possibilities.

It’s just a scare, he’s your best friend, the last person to judge you or hate you.

He wouldn’t hate her, right?

As she lost herself to her thoughts, she didn’t notice Steve right himself and scoot closer, their thighs touching. “C’mon, honey, talk to me. Are you okay?” He held her hand tenderly, sparks shooting up her arm at the contact. She took a soft gasp between her lips before exhaling with a tremble.

“I-I don’t know how to tell you, Steve.” She shrugged, waiting for the right words to formulate in her head on their own. Steve took a worried lip between his teeth as he waited.

This was it. She found a boyfriend and couldn’t be his friend anymore.

He prepared himself for counter-arguments, thinking of examples to show his honor and integrity. He thought about the many years spent together doing homework, getting food, late night phone calls when they couldn’t sleep. Did he know she whenever there was Steve, there was Y/n. And he couldn’t bear to let that fall apart over some guy.

“You don’t have to, Y/n/n, I-I shouldn’t have come until you asked.” He shook his head at himself.

“No!” She blurted. Steve looked at her with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, his ears tuned in to hear everything she had to say. “—No, I want you here. I’m so glad you’re here, Steve—“ she choked on an unexpected sob.

Steve looked at her strangely and scooted closer, placing a hand on her bare knee. “Then what is it? You can tell me anything, you know that right?” He stared at the side of her head, his brown eyes desperate and shiny.

She turned to him, her eyes already tinged with pink, and sighed, chewing on the inside of her bottom lip until it was bloody. “I’m late for my period.” She uttered.

Steve nodded, though nothing seemed to register in his mind— as long as he’d known Y/n she hadn’t mentioned any guys, let alone sex. He’d known she wasn’t a virgin, but through their friendship she hadn’t shown any interest in hookups. She placed her hand on his and sighed to keep herself from throwing up.

“It was some holiday party Brandi invited me to,” she explained slowly, Steve’s eyes snapping back up to meet hers. Where was this headed? “This guy from my psych class was there, and we talked and like…hit it off…” she shrugged, absolutely loathing herself for having to tell this story. This is the moment she should’ve been thinking about when she was walking back to Cole’s dorm at the end of the night. Steve’s face was full of confusion and disappointment, in her or for himself, she didn’t know.

He’d tried desperately to get over her, no amount of one night stands or bottle blondes could dissolve the hold she had on him. And she didn’t even notice it. Not even once. Steve eventually accepted she wasn’t interested in him farther than being a good friend. He quickly decided if he was stuck in the friend zone, he’d be the best friend she ever had.

“Oh!” He managed, quiet surprise lacing his voice though his eyes turned away from her, the simple action driving a stake into her chest, “So… does your… your boyfriend know this is—”

“He’s not my boyfriend—I haven’t even looked in his direction since— it was a mistake I was just—“ she cut herself off before she could further spill more embarrassing information to the boy she craved so desperately. Lovers or not, she needed his support. She had no idea how she managed before him.

Steve met her eyes again at her revelation, his shoulders and head looking lighter than before. “Just what?”

She breathed regretfully, knowing things couldn’t possibly get worse from here. “I was just—lonely?” She shrugged, her eyes on the floor.

There was a thick silence between them, the tv was audible from the living room on the other side of the wall. Steve took a deep breath and listened to the ache in his chest; thinking about the guy that got to have her in ways he’d only allowed himself to imagine.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered right as she did. He looked at her with the most confusion he’d worn all evening. “Why are you sorry?” He asked.

She shook her head, “Uh, I-I dunno, Steve. I just—I dunno, I felt like I was lying to you, I don’t wanna do that.” Tears pricked her eyes as she fought them with teeth sinking into her lip. Steve noticed the white knuckles on top of her balled up fists and scooted closer until they touched. He took her hand and uncurled her fingers, running his thumb over her palm to soothe the indentions she’d left.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, honey.” He urged in a whisper, his other hand coming up to her face to stroke the red and worried lip she’d just set free. “H-How… late are you?” He asked tentatively, still looking down at their intertwined hands.

“Three days.” She said quietly.

Steve cracked a small smile, “Hey, that’s okay! That’s only three days—and y’know, I read in a magazine one time that ‘stress can deter a woman’s cycle’, is that real??” He asked with a pointed finger.

A weight had been lifted off her as she thought about it. “I mean, yeah, that would make sense…” she nodded.

“See! Maybe take some time and next week if you’re still late, take a test. But I want you to know,” he said, his manner shifting as he looked her intently in the eyes again, “No matter what happens—with this or anything else— I will be right behind you.”

She sighed, tears welling up in her eyes at the affirmation. “Y-You promise?” She could only ask in a rasp, her eyes glittering with tears and her face crumpling. Steve’s brows wrinkled and he pulled her in for a tight hug.

“I got you.” He whispered to her. “Even if you didn’t want me.” He mentioned, though he wasn’t sure why he did.

His mind still floated back to the guy she’d shared the night with; What had he looked like? What was his major? Was he funny? Charming like him? Did he know she made funny face pancakes when she was sad and took walks on pretty days when she was happy? Did he know there’s a spot at the crook of her elbow that is unbelievably ticklish and that he wished so badly to plant relentless kisses there until she was choking on her own laughter.

“I’ll always want you, Steve.” She said without thinking, burying her nose in his shirt and breathing in the hints of coconut from his soap and contently sighing her exhale.

His eyes perked at the sound of that. “Really? Y’promise?” He asked before releasing her so he could see her face.

“Always.” She nodded sincerely.

Steve spent the night, happily taking the open spot in her bed. They laid facing each other, leaving a generous distance between them. Things were quiet but comfortable since their big conversation. The air was thick with silence in her dark bedroom, the blue hue of night streaming in through the open blinds and exposing the moon.

“Y’know…” Steve began carefully, still mapping his words, “If worst comes to worst… the kid could be a Harrington.” He shrugged.

Y/n crinkled her brow, studying his almost hopeful eyes. She shook her head, “Steve, no, that’s not—that’s so not fair to you. You don’t have to save me from my mistakes. Whatever happens I’ll figure—“

“—We. We will figure something out, like we always do. Y’know how many pickles you’ve gotten me out of?!” He asked incredulously, as if he were offering to put her name on a project or gift she had no part of. Not offering to raise her theoretical bastard child with her and sacrifice his own love life and happiness to protect and support his friend.

“Steve this is more than just a pickle— this isn’t distracting your grandma so you can sneak back into your room, okay? This is- this is your dream! If you do that for me, you won’t get your-your brood of Harringtons or a barbie doll housewife, and you deserve to have those things! I don’t want you to waste your life on someone you don’t love that way.”

Steve shot up in bed and looked down at her with bulging eyes. “Are you kidding me?! Is it really not obvious?” His brows were skewed with his fluster.

She shook her head and sat up on her elbows. “What?”

Steve scoffed a laugh of disbelief and covered his face with his hands and groaned while flopping back onto his back. He sighed and covered up. “Nothing, it was dumb—you should sleep.” He sighed and rolled over, her heart plummeting into her stomach.

“No!” She sat up again and tapped on his back gently, even just feeling the warmth of him under her fingers had her heart stuttering. “No, it’s not dumb, I-I’d love nothing more than to have you with me through this. I couldn’t do it without you, believe me. But it’s not fair to let you c-commit to me that way.” She explained.

Steve looked over his shoulder with hurt in his eyes. “Y/n/n… being with you is my dream. Whatever we’re doing.” He shrugged simply.

Y/n gaped, her eyes blinking as she processed his words. “What do you—but why would—“

“Oh, Christ.” He said as he sat up, bringing his hands up to her face and pulling her to him to envelope her lips in a warm and firm kiss that had her insides thundering and melting beneath his touch.

Cole hadn’t felt like this. Not one bit.

Steve released her lips with a sharp click, keeping her close and looking in her wide and now realizing pupils. “Honey, c’mon.” He urged quietly, waiting for her to say something—anything that could tell him he didn’t just fuck up years of friendship.

He released her cheeks slowly as he watched her heavy breath heaving her chest. Her cheeks were pink where he’d held her, and her eyes looked glassy and her mouth gaped, like she’d never seen anything so beautiful. “Steve?” She barely whispered, the sound of his name slipping between her teeth and lips with hardly any breath behind it.

His eyes met hers again, the usually warm brown was cold and dark in the room, moonlight shining through her windows illuminated his frame in silver. The open blinds cast shadows over her, their careful, gliding descent down her face was the only indication she was moving closer to him, to press her lips against his. He caught a gasp in his throat right as their lips connected, her warm, soft hands caressed his face like he had hers and he relished how gentle every one of her touches were against his skin.

“Oh, god.” He mumbled against her, the sounds of their breath struggling against one another and the feeling of her tongue brushing against his lips was easily pushing him farther and farther over the edge of logic. He wanted her. He’d been wanting her. He’d waited for so long for this moment, and all he could think of was what would be next.

But then he remembered himself and why he was here. His hands gently slid up into her hair, around the back of her neck, the warmth making her moan into him before he disconnected her lips from his.

“Y/n/n… I’ve always—I love you.” He nodded. She held onto his hands that held her as she nodded in agreement. “I love you too, Steve. I always have.” She leaned in again, and who was he to deny her another kiss from his lips?

After managing to keep their hands to themselves despite the lost time, the two agreed they would stop here for the night. Until they knew what was waiting for them in the next weeks.

The next morning the two found themselves intertwined in the middle of her bed, legs tangled and arms encircling each other's bodies. The slivers of exposed skin on skin stuck to each other, a feeling she would sit in until he moved first. The orange morning light streamed in on them, his deep morning sigh and stretch was evident of his waking, a small smile stretching on her face at the sound.

When he relaxed again, his arms wrapped her back up gently, stroking her shoulder under his hand. He peered down at her to see if her eyes were moving and he was delighted to see his Y/n was awake. She turned her head to him, her puffy morning eyes still squinting a bit as she smiled at him.

“Hi.” She greeted quietly, laying her cheek on his chest and letting her hair splay down his stomach. She would see the chest hair peeking out from the neckline of his shirt and couldn’t wait to find out how it felt if she ran her hand up the plain of his torso.

“Hey.” He smiled, the fingers on his other hand finding her scalp for a soothing head scratch. She sighed and smiled at his touch, her content face was one he wanted to kiss. And kiss. And kiss.

“You okay?” He asked after a moment. Her eyes fluttered open and she nodded, “Never better.”

It was decided Steve would stay through the weekend, neither of them explicitly mentioning their night as they went about their regular business, sweet and soft touches mixed in more often. When Y/n made them lunch, he’d stand behind her with his hands on her waist, his mouth planting soft kisses on her shoulder as she worked and tried not to turn into a puddle of warm mush on the floor.

When Steve offered to help her with some frames she’d been wanting hung up, she watched him from her bed as he hammered the nails into the wall, happily listening to him grumble about landlords and their policies, about how he would fill a thousand nail holes for her if it meant the pictures made her happy, and of course admiring the way his ass looked in his jeans.

She didn’t discount the way her heart fluttered more fiercely when he’d say words like ‘we’ or ‘us’, the way he’d reach over and hold her hand in the car or on the couch, or how she kept catching him staring at her with a faraway smile on his lips before looking away with a blush and chuckle.

They sat together the next night, eating take out and watching some re-run. Brandi was spending the rest of the weekend at her boyfriends house, leaving them completely alone.

The normalcy was warm, the way they leaned against one another as they ate, sometimes asking for a bite of the other's food, the way they chuckled quietly at the same things. Steve would sneak a peek at her, her full chewing mouth quirking up in a small smile before chuckling through her nose at the skit that played on TV.

The night turned darker but the two remained on the couch, her legs over his lap and his arm around her, keeping her in place. Her favorite blanket covered them as they stared at the screen, still not bringing up the true matters at hand. “I’ve—ahem,” he cleared his throat of the rasp in his voice, “I’ve had a great time this weekend, Y/n/n.” He smiled softly, his fingers now playing with the soft ends of her hair.

She smiled brightly at him, “Me too. I-I couldn’t tell you what I’d be doing if you weren’t here, Y’know?” She said quietly. Steve placed his hand back on her cheek and tried not to grin too big when she leaned into his touch like a cat.

“I’ll always be here.” He said, her eyes snapping to him as he did.

She knew he was telling the truth just by the way he looked at her. Simple words that carried a thousand pounds each. Just the one word alone, ‘always’ sent a shiver through her.

The breath left her as his eyes turned darker and hungrier. She couldn’t tell if she pulled him closer by his hand or if he pulled her to him, but it didn’t matter. Either way resulted in their mouths clashing together and her straddling his lap.

She kissed him like she was starving, licking into his mouth and tenderly sinking her teeth into his bottom lip being the only way to satiate the hunger burning in her core. Steve groaned openly as she released his lip and dove down to his freckled neck to resume her affection there. His fingers dug into her back and upper thigh, and she hoped he’d leave small dime sized bruises for her to cherish after he went back to school.

Until she got to see him again. The idea burned unpleasantly inside of her, provoking her to suck the spot just above his collarbone into her mouth, running her tongue over it soothingly before biting.

“Ah! Oh, shit—“ he exclaimed, making her jump back in alarm.

“Was that-was it too much?” She asked behind her flushed cheeks. Steve shook his head adamantly, “No! No, come back.” He breathed, pulling her back to his lips, “I love you—I’m yours, do whatever you want to me, baby.” He whispered against her mouth before taking her lips in his again. Her eyes burned with tears at the sound, along with her throbbing core he grinded her down onto his lap.

Suddenly, a gush appeared between her thighs. Nothing carnal, nothing crazy, but it made her eyes shoot open, and before his eyes could adjust from their closure, she was off his lap and in the bathroom. Steve cocked his head as he heard the door slam. He froze. What just happened?

“Uh, Y/n?” He called, abandoning his place on the couch to approach the bathroom door. Did she change her mind? Was that too much?

“I DID IT!” She cried happily.

“What?” He asked in momentary confusion. The door in front of him flew open, and she wore a bright smile and her eyes were wide. “I got my period!”

“You got it?!” His eyes popped wide open, his arms slightly raised and open in front of him for her to walk into as she nodded eagerly.

“I’ve never been so happy to bleed!” She cried and threw her arms around him. He held her tightly to him, a smile of relief flooding his face. “Oh thank god.” He whispered in relief.

Her heart sank in her chest at his words. “So, what-what does this mean?” She asked as she pulled back to look at him. He shot her a curious look. “What, your period? Means you’re not pregnant, right?” He asked with slight panic.

She shook her head, “No, no, I meant what does this mean for.. us?” She shrugged one shoulder.

“No-Nothing, honey,” his hand found her face. “Always here, remember?” He leaned closer, placing a peck on her lips. “I love you, maybe even more now that I know you aren’t gonna have someone else’s baby.” He joked.

She rolled her teary eyes out of habit at his antics. He swiped his thumb under her eye to catch the falling tear. “I must say I may have been a little excited at the thought of watching you get all.. big.. and… round..” he trailed off dreamily, his hands sliding down her shoulders and to her waist, his gaze landing on her chest and stomach as he sighed.

“Someday, though.” He nodded, speaking to himself more than her. He looked back up to her eyes and smiled at her blushing cheeks.

“Someday?” She asked, stepping forward and into his kiss as he nodded.

The next weekend, Y/n made the trip to surprise Steve, hoping to stay the weekend at his apartment close to Hawkins. She’d been vibrating with excitement as she stood in the hall, hearing footsteps pad up to the door where she had her thumb over the peephole.

“Who is it?” He asked.

“Why don’t you open the door and find out?” She said, unable to keep the smile from her voice. The locks immediately slid and clicked, one right after another. The knob jiggled before the door flew open and Steve stood shirtless with a gaping mouth and a smile that lit up his whole face.

“Y/n/n!” He said as she threw her arms around him, he buried his fingers in her hair and kept her close with his other arm wrapped around her back.

“Surprise!” She said quietly, taking in the scent of the left over cologne on his bare skin. He chuckled against the side of her head and pulled her inside, shutting the door with his foot. His hands found her cheeks and pulled her in for a thousand small kisses with words scattered in between.

“What are you—doing here?” He asked across her cheeks and nose. She held onto his wrists and giggled, “I thought it was my turn to surprise you, you know?” She cut herself off by pulling his cheeks down for a sprinkling of her own kisses. “—Missed you.” She mumbled against his lips before releasing him, her eyes wide with anxiety as a thought clicked, “I-If that’s okay?” Her lips ghosted over the skin of his collarbone, driving him wild as he felt her breath tickling him.

“Oh, honey, of course it is!” He implored before kissing her forehead, “—I missed you too.” He said with a flirty lilt to his tone as he stroked her back and found her lips back on his neck.

“And—“ she deepened her kisses at the crook of it, her tongue getting involved before she pulled back, “—wanted to tell you—“ she moved to the other side and backed him to the couch in the center of the room, “I’m off my period.” She grinned as she pulled back.

His eyes widened before he spoke, “So—so we can—“ she pushed him down to sit on the couch and nodded as she straddled him. His hands found her ass immediately and finally noticed she wore the plaid skirt he’d always dreamed of. Her tits were perfect and rounded in the black sweater and he palmed them through the cashmere.

He’d waited so long—so long— for this moment. Spending night after night imagining the way her tits looked: if they hung lower, if her nipples looked different ways or straight on, how big they would be and if there’d be any freckles for him to befriend if he ever had the pleasure and blessing of seeing them. Steve held no preference, as long as he could put his hands and mouth on them, he didn’t care one bit.

But tonight would be the night those thoughts and questions would be put to rest. Tonight the veil would be lifted and he would see her in all her glory. “Oh my god...” is all he could mutter as she picked up the hem at her waist and peeled the sweater off.

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A couple months later, Steve walked the short distance from his girlfriend’s apartment to the building of her last lecture of the day. It was another Friday where Steve was to come to her, except this time he wanted to surprise her again.

He’d been coming to her apartment every other Friday at 7 pm for their weekends to begin, so this week he thought he’d start things earlier by picking her up from class and walking her home. He looked at his watch, the class due to be dismissed any moment now.

He made the leisurely trip to a large tree in the middle of the campus yard, not fifty yards from the entrance. He leaned against the tree and tried not to smile at the thought of her face when she would spot him. Then he thought back to how he’d found the cafe she was always praising, and hoped to buy her a cup on the way home.

Y/n was approaching the dark doors at the front of the school when she heard her name called from behind her. “Wait up!” Cole said loudly from the end of the hall as he jogged to her. She reached the doors and shoved them open, leaning on the door for him to catch up.

“What’s up?” She asked blandly as he approached, his hand holding the door open for her as she continued her walk. The yard was full of students at this point, making Steve’s presence against the tree unknown.

“I was uh, just wondering why I haven’t seen you around the dorms lately.” He shrugged, “And was hoping I could borrow your notes on last week's lecture—I was sick.”

She nodded as they reached the last steps and opened her binder to carefully remove the three pages he requested. “I went to Trisha’s party a couple weeks ago hoping to see you there.” He mentioned.

She didn’t bother to look up, didn’t notice Steve approaching from behind his great-value-wannabe. But he couldn’t help but slow down once he was in hearing distance to see how the rest unfolded.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been busy.“

“—thought we had fun…” Cole shrugged discouraged, looking at the ground between them.

“I did have fun…” She said with an unsure lilt in her voice. “It’s just, well, I’ve been spending time with my boyf—Steve!” She dropped the conversation and a smile broke out on her face at the sight of her boyfriend against the returning green of the courtyard. He grinned as he approached, noting how she stepped around Cole and ran into his arms, binder, bag, and all.

She looked up at Steve and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth, “I missed you! What are you doing here?” She gushed.

“Well, I was getting too predictable! And the weather was too nice to let my girl walk home by herself.” He smiled down at her, stroking her cheek delicately as he answered.

She blushed and chuckled in response, “You are the sweetest, I’m so glad you’re here!”

Steve blushed and looked back up at the poor guy getting let down by his sweet girlfriend when he noticed the striking resemblance between them. The boy was handsome, but his square features didn’t quite fit together like Steve’s did. Though, the hair—the hair was on point. They both carded a hand through their perfectly tousled locks as they eyed each other.

“Oh! Cole, this is my boyfriend, Steve.” She smiled as Steve took the binder from her arms and slung her bag over his shoulder. He sent the boy a friendly nod though his eyes were hard and trained on him. Cole sent a nervous nod back, “Nice to meet you man. Anyway, thanks for the notes.” Cole held them up in gratitude before walking away briskly.

“I need them back before the quiz next week!” She called after him, Cole turning and throwing a thumbs up.

“Or else I’m gonna have to kick your—“

“He’s kidding! He’s kidding.” She said with a hand clasped over his giggling mouth as he fought against her, “No I’m not!” He called once he freed himself from her hand, laughing harder the faster the boy ran.

Once Cole was out of sight, the two studied each other. “What was that?” She asked with a chuckle as they began to walk.

Steve shrugged. “I may not have gotten into university but it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that was the guy you slept with.” He snorted and threw an arm around her as she blanched and gaped. He laughed again at her fluster and pulled her closer to plant a kiss on her head. “C’mon I thought it was cute!”

She rolled her eyes and unwrapped his arm from around her shoulders to pull him along with a groan.

“So tell me… do you have a type or is your type just me?” He asked smugly, his heart melting as she covered her face in embarrassment—her blush stroking his ego much more than it should’ve, and then offered to buy her a cup of hot chocolate.

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Day 5: Mr Snake

Naga Bakugou x Human AFAB Reader

They always told you to stay out of the forest. Sometimes the snakes there were bigger than you thought they were.  

Words: 7,3k. NSFW Warning. SMUT. Blood. Biting. Breeding Kink for Mr Snake-boi. Venom. Tranquilizers. DUBIOUS CONSENT. Katsuki is an Albino Copperhead Naga

You looked down at your map to try and find the camping site that was recommended on the brochure. You were on a camping trip, albeit it being a one-man camping trip, but you were still going to make it a good one. Initially it was supposed to be you and a group of colleagues camping but emergencies kept on popping up one by one and soon you found yourself alone on a trail in the forest trying to find the camp site that was suggested.   

You had never done this by yourself before, and it was all the more exhilarating to do it knowing that you were going to survive this all on your own. Not like you had plans not to survive, but your intrusive thoughts kept telling you that this was the start of your horror story documentary on Netflix.   

You heard the sound of an engine not to far away. It was actually really close. You stopped on your path and raised an eyebrow as you looked around for the source of the sound. You scratched your head over your hat as you thought you were going mad.  

“GET OUT OF THE WAY!”   

Just in nick of time, you stumbled back onto the ground just as a quad bike went zipping into the air nearby you and landed on the ground with a loud thud. You looked up with wide eyes as another one shortly followed it, but the driver of this one skidded to a stop.   

“Oh my goodness, are you alright?” You looked up as a man hopped off his quadbike and crouched down offering a hand. “Don’t worry, I am here.” You looked up, lifting a hand to block the sun trying to see who it was.   

“Jesus?”   

You heard a laugh come from the man. “Last time I checked, Jesus isn’t Asian but I’m sorry to disappoint you.” As you took his large hand, you were pulled up to meet the green sparkling eyes of a ranger. He had a green hat on his head that matched with his dark green curls and undercut. He smiled down at you kindly as his gaze locked on yours, matching green eyes to go with his hair. A broad grin, accompanied with dimples, went to his freckled face as he helped you up to your feet. He tilted his hat down to you, his eyes never leaving you. “Midoriya Izuku, forest ranger.”   

“Uh...” You blinked up at him for a moment. “Y/N. Civilian.”   

He laughed at that. He observantly noticed your camping supplies and the map that was previously in your hands. He bent down to pick it up for you. “Are you going camping?” He asked as he looked over where you had circled to go to. You nodded with an affirmative sound. “By yourself?” He asked concerned as he stood up to full height.   

“It’s alright.” You tapped your bicep to make a show of your non-existent muscles. “I’m a big person. I’ve got this.” You stood proudly with a determined look on your face.   

For a moment, Midoriya thought you looked like a little Animal Crossing character, with the stars in your eyes. He chuckled at that, handing you back your map. “Alright then, big person. You show the forest what you got.” He nodded his head, looking you up and down so subtly you didn’t notice. “Just go straight to the camp site, and stay on the path, we have a...” He hesitated with a sort of annoyed look on his face. He looked away from you into the forest with a sort of glare. “Snake... problem in these woods.” He turned his attention back to you, his kind smile back on his face in a way that you barely remembered the hostility at all. “Just be safe.”   

You nodded your head. “Thank you, Mr Midoriya.” You stated with a nod to your head.   

He opened his mouth to speak. “DEKU!” He turned around to see his comrade on her quadbike, looking at him. She had her brown thick hair tied up behind her head as she looked at him in urgency. She stood up on her bike, straight, revealing to you a perfect hourglass figure. “Lets go!” She told him, motioning behind her, where she had come back from, noticing that he hadn’t followed her.   

“Alright!” He shouted over at her. It was then you noticed that he had a name tag that said the name ‘Deku’ on it.  

It was then that he took a small jog to his bike. “Deku?” He turned back to look at you. You looked at him inquiringly.   

He chuckled. “Ranger nickname.” He informed you. He motioned to his comrade. “That’s Uravity.” He told you. “Remember to stay on the path. Don’t go looking for trouble when the heroes aren’t there.” He warned you. With a final rev of his engine, he went driving off, Uravity following him in the trail of the dust he left behind.   

For a moment you did nothing. Then you smiled diabolically “What a nice cutie pie.” You state to yourself as you kept on walking.   

Sadly, for you, the words of Midoriya might have just been words to fall on deaf ears as you quite literally got lost. You were now in the dark forest with your phone as a flashlight, looking around for the path again. You were getting worried and anxious. It was dark, really dark, and what wasn’t helping was the fact that you were all alone with no signal and had no other way to contact Mr Nice-cutie-pie ranger for help.   

You grumbled to yourself as you looked around the woods. “Argh... I should have just stayed at home.” You let out to yourself. Just as you did you heard a twig snap. You gasped and turned your entire body towards the sound. “Who’s there!” You called out into the dark, seemingly empty, forest.   

You couldn’t see anything as you looked around. A chill went up your spine as anxiety full on settled into your body. You didn’t know what was about to happen but you prayed to the heavens that someone would take care of your cat. Your breathing increased as you started moving backwards. You then stopped as you heard a sound you didn’t want to hear.   

The sounds of a snake. The long hiss of a snake that was much too loud for your liking. You tried to figure out where the sound was coming from, but it was seemingly coming from all sides of you. You tried not to freak out, the thought of multiple snakes starting to creep into your mind. You started to slowly back away from the area, hoping that one wasn’t behind you. Unfortunately for you, you stepped on something cylindrical.   

You froze as you slowly looked down to see the thick tail of what looked like the pattern of a white and cream coloured (almost orange) copperhead. A big copperhead from the looks of it. Your face fell for a moment as you realised your luck.   

“Fu-CK!” Your legs suddenly got wrapped and tangled in something and you were suddenly hoisted up into the air defenceless. You screamed as you were hanging upside down, your phone having fallen out of your hand to land on the ground with the flashlight facing downwards. You looked up to see what looked like thick moving coils wrapped around your legs. Your eyes widened, wondering what type of snake the ability had to do that.   

“Look...” You heard a voice start. You were spun around to face the dark silhouette of what seemed to be a very large person, with glowing vermillion eyes. “at what I have here?” Hissing down at you was a blond man with a forked tongue and eyes of pure fire and blood. You looked down noticing he was shirtless. Then you also noticed that he didn’t have legs. From his waist down was the tail of a snake. He was absolutely humongous and clearly hostile and unfriendly too. However, it was hard to tell with the giant smirk on his face. “A pretty little human for the taking.” He grinned as he moved closer to you. His hypnotising red eyes locked onto your form with a look of hunger on his face.   

You looked up at him with wide eyes. “Y-y-you're a-a... a naga.” You whisper in shock.   

He raised a blond eyebrow at you. “And you’re a human.” He pointed out. His eyes trailed your upside-down figure for a moment. Then all of a sudden you were dropped to the ground with a thud. You hissed in pain as you luckily landed on your side and not on your head, however your hip really started to hurt and so did the side of your arm. You let out a small cry in pain as you tried to push yourself off the ground. “I would stop making such pretty little noises if I were you, little one.” His voice rang into the air as you heard the hissing again. Suddenly you saw you were being circled by a thick long white tail. He was circling you and very fast too. You tried to find where his head was but your senses were being overwhelmed by the pattern and colour of his thick tail. Suddenly you found your body up straight and wrapped up in coils as he looked down at you with a grin with sharp fangs. “Food tastes so much better when it’s in pain.” He told you as he leaned closer to your ear.   

You looked at him wide eyed. You shook your head trying to get out but he only tightened his hold on you making you gasp. “I’m sorry Mr Albino-Copperhead-Naga, but I-”  

“Bakugou.”  

“Excuse you.”  

“No, human!” He hissed at you in annoyance. “My name. Bakugou Katsuki. It’s like me just calling you... He looked your features over. He squinted as he sniffed you. “Well whatever type of human you are.”  

“I am Y/N.” You smiled up at him. He frowned at your smile. It ticked him off. “And as I was saying, I’m sorry for stepping on your land Bakugou, I didn’t know.” You told him honestly.   

He glared down at you. “Didn’t the annoying Deku warn you about straying off the path?” He asked you. “He’s always ruining my fun.” He grumbled more to himself than for you to hear.   

You tilted your head. Then you smiled dreamily. “Oh... you mean the nice cutie pie with the freckles?” You asked with a sigh, remembering him and his gorgeous thighs.   

Bakugou’s face scrunched up as your scent changed. Of course, you didn’t notice it but he did. He let out a growl of a hiss as he tightened his hold on you making you squeak at the tightness. He barred his fangs to you as he glared down at you. His body positioned higher than you as he glared down at you domineeringly. “Don’t fucking get aroused by that walking tree! He wouldn’t make a good mate.”   

You hummed as you thought of the green haired ranger's large hands. “Hm... I beg to differ.” You nod your head. “I bet he has tons of people to call.”  

“What! No he does not! He probably is a loner, and he still lives with his mother too!”  

You look at him with a raised eyebrow. “Please, Mr Snake.”  

“Bakugou.”  

“Bless you.” You ignored his correction of your statement. “But I don’t exactly see you with any mate.” You point out.   

Bakugou was taken aback as he moved his head back in surprise like a snake that had just got slapped on the head. His arms folded over his large chest. His upper body was packed with muscle to match his thick scale, but he had a thin waist and clearly mythical attractiveness about him. He scowled down at you. “How do you know I don’t have a mate?” He asked with an almost smirk, thinking he had won the argument.   

You look around the dark forest. Your eyes had adjusted so that you were now able to easily see around you. You hummed as you tried to find anything that remotely looked like signs of another obnoxiously big snake. “I... I don’t see anyone...” You looked at him with a ‘really?’ look. Instantly he lost his smirk. “Besides, if you had a mate, you wouldn’t be standing- sorry, that’s not very inclusive... uh, what do you do? Slither? Sit?”  

He looked at you annoyed. “Stand is fine.”  

“Okay great. Where was I? Oh, yes. You wouldn’t be standing around talking to me now, would you?” You tilted your head to the side with wide eyes and looked back up at him.  

Bakugou huffed as he angled his body slightly away from you. “I... I’m just defending my territor-”  

“HA! You lonely, Mr Snake!” You laughed.   

Bakugou looked down at you with a frown. “I’m not-”  

“Lonely!”  

“I-”  

“Mr Lonely-Ass-No-friends-ass-got-nobody-to-talk-to-ass-Albino Snake-”  

A huge growl sounded as suddenly you were unable to breathe. All the air was sucked out of your lungs as Bakugou’s thick white tail squeezed you tight and his dark red eyes looked down at you with malice and annoyance. A chill of fear ran down your back. You sensed you had made a mistake of some kind. Bakugou leaned down and bared his teeth at you. “Looks like my days just got a lot more interesting.” He hissed down at you.   

He uncoiled himself from around you, finally allowing you to breathe. You collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air as you were finally let loose for a moment. However, that was short lived as you were grabbed and dragged away from where he had dropped you. The blond naga, held you tightly with his tail and pulled you along to God knows where.   

“Ah... Mr Snake... Mr Bakugou... where are we going?” You asked as he lifted you off the ground but kept you tightly bound and following him.   

He didn’t look back at you as he moved forward, his body swaying side to side slightly as he slithered onwards deeper into the forest. “Den.” He stated simply.  

“Ah yes.” You nodded. “But to do what?”  

“You are my mate now.”   

Your eyes widened. You quickly shook your head furiously as you truly understood what he was saying. You started to realise that maybe just not coming on this trip at all would have been better than getting kidnapped by a naga. “No. No, no, no, no, Bakugou. I can’t be your mate.” You told him with certainty. “I’m a human. You’re half snake. It��s not going to work. I have enough snakes in my life, thank you very much.”  

He stopped for a moment, pulling you closer to him. You had to applaud that his tail strength and ability to move his tail around so effortlessly was very impressive as he held you with it. He pulled you to once again hang in front of him. He looked your body around. “You do have a slit do you not?” He asked as he looked around your abdomen, his hands grabbing at your flesh making you laugh. You giggled as he moved his hands around. He put his finger in your belly button, making you squeak. He glared at the odd thing before adventuring further down your body. He started tugging at your pants trying to see what was hiding between your legs.  

“Hey!” You quickly hit his side making him stop and stare at you. “Don’t touch there without my consent! That’s rude!” You glare at him with a warm face. “Besides you haven’t even brought me dinner first.”  

“Dinner? Are you hungry?” He asked you with a tilt of his head. Before you could even answer again, the both of you were moving, but much faster. You held onto his tail as you were suddenly speeding through the forest moving towards wherever the hell, he was taking you. You then widened your eyes as you noticed that the both of you were now by a mountain side with what looked like a cave. Bakugou moved inside effortlessly, before plopping you down on what seemed to be a bed made out of pelts, leaves and wool. You carefully sat up as the snake started making his way out of the cave again. “Don’t move.” You knew it wasn’t a suggestion as he left out of the cave.  

You looked around and noticed that you were in a very sticky situation. The cave seemed well maintained though, but you wondered how you would ever get out of it. First thing you did, was stay put. You weren’t going to anger a very scary, giant and heavy snake hybrid further than you already have. It would be stupid. Besides, as he said, this was his territory. He knew the forest probably better than you ever would. Trying to navigate it in the middle of the night with no map was going to be disaster waiting to happen.   

You took off your backpack and put it in front of you. Luckily you still had some items you would need if you were staying here for a few days. You opened your backpack but then you whimpered at some pain. You noticed that your arm still hurt, probably from the initial fall. He seemingly liked to drop your body as he pleased. You wondered if you had any cooling cream inside your back. As you searched with your non injured arm you took off your jacket to assess if there was any exterior damage. You sighed as you saw only bruises, and nothing cut nor scraped.   

Deciding that now was the best time to take care of yourself before Bakugou came back, you applied the cooling cream to your arm, allowing the warming bruise to ease at the feeling of the cream on your skin. After that you took out your small blanket and a travel pillow. You had dropped your sleeping bag somewhere but that was fine for the mean time. You started shifting your items and placing them in a nice way to not bother you when you went to bed.   

“Look at you getting cozy.”   

“Oh my God!” You nearly saw the light as the voice rang out.   

Bakugou chuckled as he moved back inside the cave, holding something in hand. You placed a hand to your heart as you tried to breathe to calm it. The naga circled around the place you had adjusted to suit you. “Making a nest? I didn’t know humans' nest.” He spoke out as he circled you with his long tail that you were sure was probably over thirty feet long.  

“Nest?” You asked with furrowed eyebrows. You looked down at the pillow and blanket over what you would consider what he built to be a nest. “Uh... sure.” You weren’t entirely sure what he meant but you kept to yourself about that as you settled in perfectly.   

“Here. Dinner.” Throwing to you on your lap was a rabbit.   

You looked down at it for a moment, then you realised it was dead. “OH SWEET JESUS!” You jumped up and positioned yourself far away from the dead rabbit as you leaned against the wall that he formed out of his coils around you. Your heart beat out of your chest as you tried not to become too stressed out. Bakugou raised an eyebrow as he lay on top of his tail, a hand holding his head up as he lay to the side. “It’s dead.” You announced.   

“Uh yah... did you want to kill it yourself?” He asked.   

“NO!” You turned to him with furrowed eyebrows. “I can’t eat that.” You motioned to the poor fluffy soul that you hoped was hoping around in green pastures with endless amounts of vegetables. “My stomach can’t digest raw food well.”  

Bakugou hissed annoyed. “You humans are so complicated.” He folded his arms and closed his eyes.  

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Aren’t you hungry?”   

He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at you. “And you think a rabbit is going to solve that? No. I’m still digesting.”   

“Digesting what?”  

“A child.”  

“BAKUGOU!”  

He chuckled at your upset expression. You couldn’t help but notice how nice and deep his laugh was, accompanied by a smile. You knew that if he were a human, he would have been modal worthy. He looked back over to you. “Deer. I don’t eat humans. You guys taste bad with all the shit you eat.” He told you sticking his forked tongue out in disgust.  

You stuck your tongue out a little bit. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He leaned over closer to you, his face not too far away from yours. You watched his pupils expand slightly. He stuck his tongue out again and so did you. You moved your head back and forward once. His pupils dilated again as he followed your motion again. Whatever you did with your head, moving it whichever way you wished, he copied. Finally, you bopped his nose with your own, taking him by surprise.   

You looked up at him going with a grin on your face. “You to continue to dance for me, snakey snake?” You asked moving your eyebrows up and down.   

You watched a blush cross over to his face, his cheeks going pink. He glared down at you with a nonthreatening hiss and turned away from you, crossing his arms and lying on his tale. “I’m sleeping now.”  

Your eyes widened as you realised what his denial meant. “You can dance?”  

“Goodnight.”  

“Dance for me, Bakugou.”  

“Stop talking.”  

“Snakey dance!”  

He groaned in annoyance.   

You had been staying with Bakugou for the past week and so far, you couldn’t really complain. It did suck to know you didn’t exactly have the things from your life like electricity, a microwave, or food that didn’t make you feel like you were a bad person, but it wasn’t entirely bad. Bakugou, despite all the angry shit he gave you and his constant grumbling, was a very attentive person. After the whole rabbit incident he stuck to getting you snacks. You wondered where he got the human snacks from but you assumed he just stole them for you, which you didn’t entirely mind (Don’t steal kids).   

He was also very interesting when he chose to talk. He told you a lot about his past, his friends that didn’t live too far away from here but were also planning on settling down too. He told you about all the places his seen, the hybrids his met. Your favourite time with him is that sometimes, maybe every second or third day he would coil around you at night and the two of you would look at the stars. He would tell you about tales you could hardly believe in with beasts just as monstrous or scary as him. He told you about a time long ago when hybrids were more common than humans. It was one of the few times he was ever so soft or gentle with you. He was mostly just like that when he was sleepy.   

He was sleepy quite often actually. Especially in his midday naps were he would lie in the sun, on his back and basically sleep there for a few hours as he took in the heat. You knew that as a relative to a  cold blooded animal, he needed the sun. Even then, he would often either block your way out or leave you to do whatever you needed to do without his prying eyes that were always watching you.  

While he was sleeping, you made sure to change into a change of clothes you had packed and do your business away from his eyes. You also attempted to wash in a lake nearby that Bakugou had (sort of) told you it was safe enough for you to submerge yourself in without fear of puranas or some other predator.   

The oddest part of everything was, you didn’t run. You hadn’t done much to provoke him into distrusting you either. You spent most of your time making flower crowns and giving it to him, to watch him blush, or trying to seduce him with your attempted snake dance that he found halerious because of how uncoordinated your limbs were (You almost got him to do it for you but he quickly caught on and almost bit your ass off for that).   

You noticed that Bakugou had the habit of gifting you something, whether it be food or an attempt at a flower crown (he was getting there) and when you accepted it, he would put his chin on your head and rub his shin on your shoulder and head. It seemed to be a real calming act for him, since whenever he did it, his eyes would close and he would sigh for a moment.   

You decided to test this theory.   

Bakugou was asleep sunbathing, his arms cross as he lay on his stomach on a large slab of stone. You carefully moved around his tail, being careful not to step on it despite knowing that his tail was thick enough that it wouldn’t hurt him if you did step on it. He was really silent when he wasn’t talking or hissing, just like a snake. You wouldn’t know he was there if it wasn’t for the fact that he was a giant naga with a tail that was probably ten times your size.   

“Bakugou.” You said his name as you got closer to his upper body. He ignored you as he kept his eyes shut as he lay in the sun, trying to soak up the heat. You walked over to sit in front of him. You crossed your legs and tapped his head. “Bakugou.” Once again there was no response. You bent down closer to his face. “Ka-tsu-ki.” You drawled out.   

Bakugou opened his eyes tiredly as he looked up at you. His red eyes locking onto you with a glare. “You annoying person, waking me up during my very important nap.” He groaned as he tried lifting his head. You shifted forward to bring his head into your lap. You pulled your hand through his hair as you looked down at him, caressing his face. Bakugou frowned but his cheek grew pink in colour. You were really touchy, naturally. A very affectionate person, and to him, he could never understand why. “Mh?” He asked with a frown. “What’s up?”  

You didn’t answer him. You just smiled. You leaned down and put your shin on his head and rubbed your shin against his soft tufts of ash blond hair. You tried to replicate the little hidden rumble he makes whenever he did it to you, of course it sounded more like a humm than anything else but you tried. You moved your head away from him with the same smile on your face.   

Bakugou however wasn’t smiling. He looked up at you with wider eyes than you had ever seen on him. He seemed shocked. Shocked right off his axis. His red crimson eyes held your gaze for a long moment, his own gaze was unblinking and intense as he looked up at you. You stuck your tongue out at him. You moved to get up but immediately you were pulled up off the ground. You found yourself in Bakugou’s arms as he moved off of the warm place he was in and towards the cave he resided in. You tilted your head to the side in surprise at his urgent movements that seemed rather unlike him but you weren’t going to complain. It meant a free ride back.  

When the two of you made it inside, you were immediately wrapped up in coils. You wondered what was up with him today as he never really left his afternoon naps before. Before you could ask anything you noticed coils grind between your legs making you squeak at the sudden friction. A rush of heat went up your neck to your face. “K-katsuki. What are you doing?” You asked.   

His eyes on you reminded you of the first time you met him. Hungry and with a hidden agenda that was beyond what you knew. He watched as you shifted left to right, trying not to show how aroused you were getting, but Bakugou could tell, obviously he could tell. “You are really slow human, but you catch on quickly. But it is a relief you think the same as I.”  

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Think about wha-” You stopped talking as you bit down on your lip to stop the moan that was going to be pulled out of you. Along with the increase in pressure to the coils that were rubbing against your clothed sex, you felt his hands move to grab and grope at your chest. He positioned himself behind you, feeling at your skin as his hands adventured underneath your shirt. You let out small whines with your mouth closed not wanting to make sound.   

“Hm... you could be more sensitive...” He let out more for himself than for you to hear. Soon the blond had an idea. He leaned closer to your ear, his tongue brushing against it. “Scream for me.”  

Before you could question what he had just said, you felt sharp fangs pierce your neck. You jolted forward as a scream was pulled out of your throat at the painful feelings of his fangs inside of you. You whined at the pain but then a blooming heat went across your body. You felt hot all of and you could barely think straight. Bakugou retracted his fangs from your neck, licking the blood away with satisfaction. With the small dose of venom in your veins you would be just how he wanted you to be.   

With a single brush to your chest with his hands you were quivering in his grasp. He chuckled. “Perfect.” Ripping your clothes off your body, he lay you down on the nest to try and get to you quickly.  

You were breathing heavily as everything felt so hot. “Katsuki.” You let out lowly. “Help.” You whined. “I need help.” You let out needily. You weren’t even sure what was wrong with you, but you were in desperate need of anything to make the blooming heat and ache go away.   

He smirked down at you diabolically. “It’s alright, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He assured you as you were finally naked underneath him. It was like this that he realised how small you were compared to him. How you were only but a small fraction of his actually size and weight against yours. It only made him grin wider. His eyes roamed your body, settling on your sex with interested eyes. He moved down towards it. He watched with interest and curiosity. “...not like the others...” He mumbled to himself.   

He pushed a finger inside nearly making you sit up abruptly with a gasp. He noted down that reaction in his head. He moved his finger in and out of you with his eyes hypnotised on your sex and the noises it made. A shiver ran down your back as you moved a hand back to grab onto his tail for support. Instantly Bakugou flicked his eyes up. In some consolation for you, he wrapped the end of his tail around your hand for you to squeeze to your heart’s content.   

He then noticed your clit. He tilted his head to the side confused. As he forced in another finger inside you, he brushed the pad of his thumb down against it. With the venom running through your vains, everything felt like it was an overload of friction and stimulation that your body wasn’t ready for. You gasped as your walls clamped down on Bakugou’s fingers in need and frustration. He raised an eyebrow. He did it again and this time you freely let out a moan out into the air.   

Bingo.   

He knew what he wanted to do next. He curved his fingers inside as he moved them around the inside of your gummy walls. He smirked at the way your insides squelched around his fingers. Bakugou brought his mouth to your clit linking across the sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasped as you squeezed his tail and wrapped your thighs around his head. “Katsuki!” You cried out his name loudly, echoing off the walls only encouraging his efforts. He started to lap at your lips and the juices escaping you, as if it was the only sustenance on earth to satisfy his hunger. “Fuck, just like that Katsuki! Just like that. Don’t stop.” You encouraged him.   

Bakugou tried his best to work open your hole as best as he could. He couldn’t hurt you so he needed to make sure that you would be worked open as best as you would allow him. Then again, he wouldn’t mind hurting you. It made it all the more delicious to him in the end, but he chose your comfortability over what aroused him the most. With a scrap to a spot that had you seeing stars, you clamped down on his thick fingers harshly.   

You arched your back with a cry. “Fuck!” You cry out as you could barely breathe. Your walls spasming and working to try and knead his fingers for something he couldn’t give you from them. He gently guided you out of your high allowing you to finally get air back into your lungs. You sighed as you collapsed down back into the soft nest below you.   

He finally relents allowing to relax below him. Your breathing heavily, trying to fill back up your lungs. Bakugou stands over you, licking his hand of your juices, not wanting to waste a single drop of it. He grinned down at you sinfully. “You taste impeccable, my little Y/N.” He spoke down to you menacingly. “Better than any of the other females I’ve come across. I might just want to keep you like this.” His eyes unbashful looked over you in your recovering state, your legs still spread for his eyes to easily see your sex. “But I have plans for here.” He dragged a hand back down to your cunt, brushing against your clit making you whimper. He chuckles.   

Bakugou picks you up to wrap your legs around his waist perfectly. You looked back up at him, then your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull once you realised that suddenly he had two cocks when he didn’t even have one visible to you before. You looked down at them in horror before looking back up at him. Bakugou chuckles menacingly as he lines both cocks with your entrance.   

“Don’t worry, I’ll be nice.”   

“Katsuki, wait I- FUCK!” You screamed as he bullied his cocks into the depths of your tightness. Long painfully cocks that forced your sex to stretch and allow space for the both of them. Although Bakugou beant down to bite your neck once more to allow more venom inside you, to relax you more. Once it reached your heart, pumping fast around your body, you felt yourself gasp in pleasure as the stretch turned absolutely delicious within you. “Katsuki...” Your eyes rolled back as you moaned out his name.   

Said naga bit down on his bottom lip as he forced himself inside you. You felt so good, so tight and so warm. He almost fell in love with the feeling. Hypnotised by your body and all it could give him. He could see a belly bulge forming in your lower abdomen which only made him happier to do this. He had broken skin on his lip but he couldn’t will himself to care. He was going to fuck your cunt into submission, make you feel every ounce of pleasure so hard that you wouldn’t know what to do but to stay with him and continue to scream his name.   

He was sure of that.   

And that’s exactly what he did as he slowly pulled back and slammed back into you with a fluid movement of his hips. It only made you moan and gap as you arched your back forcing yourself closer to him. Your hands clawing down his back as he fucked you hard and vengefully almost. It felt more like he was fucking you like he hated you, which made it even more delicious. Pure rage and animal instinct to claim and break you down into submission. That’s what it was. He grinned down at you almost as though he was taking absolute pleasure from destroying your insides.   

Bakugou moved his mouth to your neck and shoulders, biting and kissing your body as he saw fit. Wanting to make you a masterpiece of his bites. All you could do was allow him to use you. You couldn’t even complain if you wanted. You sounded pornographic, as if you were nothing but a whore to his cocks. Which at this point, wouldn’t be too far from the truth.   

He groaned as he fucked up into you harder, increasing speed as he did so. “Fuck! You’re so fucking good for me. Yes, you fucking are. You want me to cum inside you? Make you my little cum filled mate. My little bearer? If we wait a little longer, I’m sure you could give me the best hatchlings, can’t you?” He asked you, hissing his fantasies into your ear. He moaned as he held onto you tighter. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” With a roar, his body shivered as his cocks spurt hot cum inside you. With a whine of overstimulation as your cunt milked his cocks, he fucked his cum deeper inside you.   

He held you tightly, not letting go even after he had finished. His breathing heavy as he kept you resting over his heart. He cupped your head as he made sure you were not going anywhere. Not like you could even move, but it was the thought that counted. Just before you could drift off to sleep, you felt something rubbing the top of your head. You weakly looked up to see Bakugou happily chinning the top of your head and trying to cuddle up to you. He even adorned a small, cute smile on your face, unlike any smile you had seen on his face before.   

You smiled. It would all be worth it.   

Midoriya jumped off his quadbike. He knew that stepping into the naga’s territory alone was a bad idea without Bakugou’s consent, but he couldn’t care less. It had been ten days since anyone had last seen you and like hell would he believe that you had just gotten lost in the forest, or you were off camping deep in the woods. People were stupid, but you didn’t look that stupid.   

The green haired ranger held a scowl on his face as he moved forward towards where he knew the blond hybrid would be. From the tracker he had on Bakugou, he knew that the hybrid was in his cave. Midoriya just hoped that he wouldn’t find you as a corpse. “Y/N!” He shouted as he stepped forward to the opening of the cave, a hand to the side of the cave.   

“Hey Deku!” You chirped out as you sat tightly in the coils of the now hostile naga that was glaring daggers at Midoriya. Bakugou’s pupils were thin as he glared at the green haired man. “How are you?” You asked.   

Midoriya, glad that you were at least alive, also noticed that you were without clothes, at least not having a top, and your neck and shoulders were covered in bites. “I’m fine.” He called back out to you. “Are you alright?” He asked you.   

“Yah!” You nodded your head. “Pretty warm actually, Katsuki just came from his nap.” You told him.  

Midoriya nodded, turning his attention to the blond naga. He scowled his green jade eyes locking onto the snake hybrid. “Kacchan.” He let out darkly. “What have I told you about taking people? You can’t do that!” He shouted as he took a step closer making Bakugou hiss, however it didn’t scare Midoriya one bit.   

Bakugou moved you further down his tail as he moved forward closer to Midoriya. “Listen here you walking bush.” He pointed a finger at Midoriya. “This is my mate, I am not letting you take them away from me.”   

The ranger looked at Bakugou with an annoyed expression. “Kacchan, let me say this to you... I. Do. Not. Care.” He pronounced every word with emphasis. “This person has been missing for days and you’ve been hauling them up here like some prey you caught. Do you want me to get the spray bottle?” He threatened the blond making Bakugou back away with a glare and another hiss. Midoriya put his hand ready to grab the spray bottle of water he had by his waist. “Don’t think I won’t.” He threatened with wide eyes.   

“I dare you t- OW!” Katsuki grabbed something that landed on his shoulder blade. He growled as he wrenched it out of his shoulder. He held it in his hand for both men to see. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed. It was a tranquilizer dart. Midoriya’s eyes widened at the item in Bakugou’s hands.   

“That won’t be necessary, Mr Midoriya.” You stated. Both males turned back to look at you. You stood with your jacket on, covering everything that was necessary. You held a tranquilizer in your hand. You threw it back into your bag, as you slowly moved towards the both of them. You pulled out a walkie talkie from the inner pocket off your jacket. You lifted it to your mouth. “Bring the chopper for relocation. I’ve got the albino naga contortix .” You said into the walkie talkie.   

It buzzed. “Stand by Y/N. We’re heading there now.” A voice rang through the walkie talkie.   

Bakugou froze as he looked at you confused. “Y-” He felt his body start to go limp as he found it difficult to stay up right. Against his will he started to fall. He barely caught himself with his hands as you walked forward to him.   

You shushed him sweetly, bending down to put your hands through his hair. “I’m sorry, sweetie.” You spoke almost condescendingly as you messaged his skelp. You watched his eyes focus and unfocused on you. Trying to keep you in his line of sight. He tried to lift his head closer to you with a small broken expression. He whined, unable to talk to you. You shushed him quietly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. When you wake up you’ll be in a much better place with me. I promise, my love.” You spoke softly to him. You placed a kiss to his forehead just as he dipped into unconsciousness. You smiled down at Bakugou with a sweet smile. You knew he would be pissed at you for lying to him, but it would be alright in the end. “You can stand down now, Mr Midoriya.” You flicked your eyes back up to him. His face emotionless as he stared back at you. You stood back up and took out an identification card of the Yuuie Hybrid Nature Reserve Group. “We received your message.” You notified him.  

“You guys took your damn time.” He finally spoke, putting his hands on his hips. “Do you know how draining it is working undercover as a ranger? Also...” He lifted an eyebrow as his facade of sparkling eyes and broad shining smile left his face. “They sent you?” He asked. “To seduce him? Who even are you?”  

You chuckled. “You’d be surprised how easy it is to play dumb and compliant for a male to get enchanted by you.” You glanced back up at him. Midoriya didn’t like the way you were looking up at him so intently, it made him feel almost as if he had been unknowingly played. You shrugged. “Besides, someone has to handle him when he’s back at Yuuie.” You informed the green haired man. You outstretched a hand to him. “Lets try this again. Y/N. Naga expert and hybrid rehabilitator.” You informed him.   

Midoriya smirked as he took your hand. “Well, its glad to finally meet you. Glad they finally got someone for the position.” He stated. Midoriya was in a higher position than you in the company, and well renown too. You weren’t the least bit surprised that he was able to stay close to Bakugou as long as he did. “Midoriya Izuku. Hybrid Chief Co-ordinator and orientation master.” He shifted his gaze down to the naga. “What is going to happen now?”  

You bent down at the sleeping blond. Bakugou’s face was relaxed and without worry as he was deep in sleep. You made sure to give him a high enough dosage that he would be well asleep. “Now... we take him to his new home.”  

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[luvparidhi]

brown boys maybe red flags but red is the color of sindoor

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[tarotbabyreadings]

💋🥰Pick A Card: Details About Your Spouse? (Appearance and Personality)

Inhale and Exhale and this is a general reading. Remember to take what resonates and what doesn't. This is also for minors as well. Adult too. Breathe in and out.

Pile 1: (Knight Of Wands) Your husband is charming. I've heard they are a flirt too. They love having fun and they don't mess around either. That's the vibe I am getting from them. They are so loving. Very charming too. I think they like to walk around barefoot. I am seeing you saying to them "Why don't you wear shoes?" They say "I like the way my feet are on the ground." I think that your husband likes nature a lot. They like to be around water. Aww, maybe, they live around water 🌊. They have a good heart as well. Maybe, their love language is words of affirmation because they can charm you with their words. They are full of life. They like to have fun. I don't see them being at home like that. They like to take risks. Although, sometimes they can be dangerous because they can get excited easily. They jump into things without thinking. So you have to check them sometimes like "slow down". When they get excited you can see the inner boy/girl in them. (The Fool) I told you! Your husband is the type to take risks. They just don't give no fucks at all. They wanna try everything out. I think they have a bucket list. They already have their life figured out for themselves. I've heard "Easily distracted." so they can get easily distracted from their work and want to do exciting things. They do get bored easily. Lol 😂 they are always so fucking happy. All you see is them being happy. I don't think they surround themselves around negativity. (Eight Of Pentacles Rx) I don't think your husband puts much effort into their work. I told you they just like to have fun 🤣. But I do feel whenever it is business they do get shit done. But just work for them is just fun. I've heard "Doesn't get much appreciation at work" that's what I heard. So they don't get much noticed on the work that they do. They probably get a brush off. To me in my opinion, that's fucking wack as hell. They don't get much appreciation at their work. So they don't do it as much. (Ten Of Swords Rx) Okay, I think sometimes they let people walk all over them. Because they are such a gentleman type. They get easily distracted. They love their family. They are family oriented but they love keeping to themselves. But I feel that they have been disappointed. They don't trust people like that. I've heard "not as much". Sometimes they get down on themselves. Shit! That's wack. They feel that they should trust their intuition. So they carry a lot of weight on their shoulders. Aww, 🥰 I am sorry to them. For some of you, They have big lips and they are rich they have money 🤑. They are millionaires but not like billionaires. They have brown dark eyes. Their eyes are very mysterious. For some of you again, they can have red hair. Although, I do believe that they have hazel eyes for a few of you. They have a beard or a goatee. They have small lips and red hair again! I have a sense that maybe, their favorite color. They are black American or they have black ethnicity. They have tattoos all over their bodies. OMG 😱 lol from head to toes. Lol 😂 yes

Pile 2: (The Chariot) Your Spouses they are career-driven when they are on the go. You see their engine starting. They are zooming off. They are workaholics but I am hearing "including life as well" when it comes to life with people like friends or work places they are quick to cut ties with co-workers who aren't right for them. That's what I am feeling. They are a boss. Not the CEO but their mentality is like a businessman if you can't keep up or get with the work then bounce that ass out of their face. I believe that sometimes your husband can be a bit indecisive. They have a hard time making decisions personally. But they know how to move forward with their life. Whichever direction they take they know it's a good direction. They are optimistic. But again, I get their imbalanced side when it comes to making decisions personally. I've heard "they ask people to decide for them". (Queen Of Cups) Aww, they are very loving hubby. I sense the vibe of this husband can be your Divine Feminine. That's the vibe I am picking up. They don't fuck around with their heart 💜 they take that shit very seriously. They are generous and loving. They love to give and give to other people. They love helping others. But I think sometimes you don't get to see that because they just keep it professional with people. Then when they are private with you that's when they show this other side from themselves. I think they like to be barefooted too. Aww 🥰, again, they are a gentleman when they want to be. But I feel that they have their walls up high. (Four Of Swords Rx) they don't like to sleep or they don't sleep much because they are always up all the time. Oh that's dangerous, maybe, they have insomnia. You can see them up in the middle of the night. I had a vision that they were just up and staring at the window. Oh my goodness, that's crazy. Sometimes they do have a lot of stuff on their mind so they can't sleep. Your Spouse is career-oriented and they probably mixed. Like half black and Spanish or white and Spanish. For some of you that's what I feel. A few of you, they are black. They are sexy as hell. Very gorgeous man/woman. They love keeping their body in order. So they workout and keep healthy. They have sharp teeth. Probably have blue eyes. They are performers. Again, a few of you, I believe that your husband has light brown eyes. Yes, they are rich as well. Money flows where they are. Because, they are workaholics they are fucking go-getter. Woah 😮 intense with them. They like to keep themselves.

Pile 3: (Five Of Swords Rx) okay, they can be too involved to be on top. Like hypothetically speaking if they want to be famous like out there to be out there. They'll do anything in their power to make sure that happens for them. I won't say that they will sell out but they will burn themselves out. Sometimes they can be a bit mean at their job place. I am getting athletic vibes. If they feel that someone isn't their best interest they'll cut that person the fuck off. As fast they snap their fingers. (Six Of Wands) they are very forgiving and generous too. They like to help the homeless people that are out there in the streets. They probably helped people. I see that they like helping elderly people as well. Anything to help people, helps them too. If that makes sense. (Four Of Wands) I noticed there are a lot of wands I am seeing here, well just two of them. But anyways, they like to host social gatherings with people who accomplished so much in their life. They do weddings. Again, they like to host social gatherings, weddings, or like grand opening events. That's what I feel. But they like to celebrate with their teammate. I think that they love helping out their friends and family. They might be hairless like bald but I am not getting that from them. For some of you, they have brown hair. They are rich. It seems like all your husbands are rich. They have dark brown eyes. For A Few Of You, they can have red or blond hair. They are in the sports industry. They probably play basketball, football, soccer, tennis, etc. They have small lips. I was right they are famous. They can have medium length hair. It isn't long and it ain't short neither.

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[thenewausten]

Jealous Quackity?

Thanks for the request!

Jealous Quackity: Pride and Prejudice.

I think he'd be a little childish when it comes to negative feelings like jealousy or pride, but this is something he'd work on himself to keep going on a healthy relationship with you.

Imagine like, you both were at a bar with some friends and a guy would come to talk to you while you were getting a drink to yourself with the barman. A few minutes later Alex'd approach you, hugging you from behind as he kisses your neck. "Hi." He'd whisper in your ear as you turn around to see your man's face. "Hi, Alex." You'd say, smiling awkwardly. "So... Y/N, we should talk about it later as I can see, right?" The man now behind you say and you turn back to him a little disappointed. "Sure... I'll call you. Thank you for listening to me, Bob." You let go off of Alex as you hug the man you were talking to before your boyfriend got in the way of the conversation.

"What were you guys talking about and why I couldn't listen to it?" Alex would ask, following you to the exit while you ignored him. "Hey, Y/N, I'm talking to you!" He'd say a little upset.

"That's the problem, Alex! I was almost convincing him to give me the fucking main role in the play he's writing and you came to talk to me! What's wrong with you?"

"How was I supposed to know it?!" He'd ask, now angry just like you were. "Did you want me to watch you talk to a random guy and continue chilling with the others in the table?"

"Yes, Alex! This is exactly what you should've done!" You answered him. Now you were beyond upset, like, what the actual fuck was happening with the boy you loved so much?! "I thought you trusted me."

"I do, but I'm not stupid." That's it. The part you hated the most in Alex, his pride. His damn pride. The man looked like Mr. Darcy of the new generation sometimes. You passed your hands on your face, frustrated. "Your pride is going to kill our relationship, Alex." You'd murmur walking to his car.

"My pride? I just wanted to see if you were okay!" He raises his voice so you can listen to him.

"That's not the point! You were jealous!" You turn to look at him, raising your voice aswell. "And I don't understand why because I never gave you any reason to!"

He rolled his eyes like he didn't believe what I said and I approached him. "When?!" You asked, looking at his beautiful brown eyes. Fuck, you're so mad.

"When what, Y/N?"

"When did I give you the reason to act like this?" You asked, he looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows.

"I didn't say anything."

"So you assume I never gave you any reason to act like an asshole."

"No, I don't." He says.

"Just tell me when I did it, then." You said, tired as fuck to argue with your lover in the middle of a bar parking lot.

"I don't want to talk any more." He murmurs as he approaches his car. How a twenty-three years old man can be this childish?! I guess we'll never know.

"Then we're not talking again." You'd murmur as you open the door of his car to get in.

Unfortunately, you were at Mr. Darcy's house for the weekend and your apartment was in the other side of the city. Great. You're in the same situation as a Jane Austen character (I'm sorry it's stronger than me putting those references).

You didn't speak not even a thank you when Alex opened the front door of his house for you, you went to his bathroom to cry and take a shower thinking about what happened tonight.

When you got out of the shower you found Alex on the sofa. "Can we talk?" You didn't say anything, just looked at him. "You're right, amor." He whispers, looking you in the eyes as you approach him. "I was jealous not because you gave me reason to be, but because of my insecurities."

"Talk to me about it, then." You whisper as you sit beside him. "We have to figure it out, 'Lex. I don't want to lose you for something we can find a way out."

"I don't want to lose you either." He whispers as he grabs your hands. "I'm sorry, I feel like I don't deserve you sometimes and I end up acting like an idiot."

"Of course you deserve me, Alex. I'm with you because I want to, because I love you so fucking much! Don't let these thoughts get into your head, baby." You whisper as you pull his head gently on your chest, he hugs your waist and closes his eyes, listening to the sound of your beating heart.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He whispers. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"It's okay, Alex." You say as one of your hands caresses his hair and the other one his back. "I love you too, my love."

"I promise you I'll change, amor." He lifts his head to look at you, you hold his face in your hands and squeezes his cheeks, giving him a peck on the nose and then on his lips.

"I know you'll, babe."

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

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[marlenelyra]

J. Bellingham- Jersey

Authors Note: I absolutely fucking hate this :)

Fluff

As long as you could remember you hated Jude Bellingham. The arrogante stupid but hot guy that thousand of girls ran after. Except you. You couldn’t stand him and his way to attractive face. Tho that was besides the point, yes his looks were crazy good but he was way to self centred and thought to highly of himself, his big ego covering his attractiveness. So you decided you didn’t like him. You knew him since high school and sometimes, well in your opinion way to often, you saw him at party’s or get togethers of your friends, some of them footballers who knew him, some just old Highschool friends that you both had in common. He often tried to talk to you well flirt even tho he knew you would always let a snarky comment leave your mouth directed at him. He was used to it finding it amusing how you always were annoyed of him, not like most girls who flirted back.

He had first met you in Highschool, it was one of the first times your friend groups crossed paths. A girl out of yours started dating a mate of Jude so your friend groups started hanging out and mixed to one big friend group. You were at one of Jude friend‘s house, chilling on his couch and smoking Pott. Your friends and his friends. He already had seen you passing him in school but never actually talked to you. He had found interest in you, so on the couch of your friends room every single one of you high he finally had talked to you but you weren’t really having it. You didn’t like the way he thought you would directly fall for him just because other girls did. That and the way you weren’t really nice to him, the hatred that you gladly showed him, made him even more intrigued in you. The more often you saw each other the more often you told him off, which he just found amusing, making it a challenge to get to you.

At the moment you sat at a football game in the front rows close to the players and the field. Tho it wasn’t really just any football game it was Dortmund against Chelsea. Your body covering a blue Chelsea jersey, next to you your sister. Jude played on the field passing you from time to time. He knew you were here he saw you sitting there so innocently wearing the colours of the opposite team. His jaw clenched he hated it, pure hatred to the opposite team, he would of liked you way better in the yellow colour of Dortmund with his last name Bellingham written on your back like on his. Thats how it should be. You cheered loudly for Chelsea just wanting them to win so Jude could loose. You would pay for him to loose. Hearing your cheers pissed him of, he had liked you for a while now, but you never really seemed to get it.

Time passed and Dortmund made an attempt to score a goal, the whole stadium tense, a teammate passing the ball to Jude who shot the ball straight into the back of the net changing the score to 1:0. The Dortmund fans erupting into loud cheers and screams as you pout disappointed. Jude running your way as he cheered coming to stop in front of you and your sister, smirking as he pointed his arm at your direction, dedicating his goal to your SISTER. What. He turned his head, winking at you, a wide smirk covering his face you huffed annoyed, just wanting to wipe that stupid smirk of his face. Meanwhile your sister freaked out screaming and smiling shaking your arm excitedly, you weren’t moving, jealously filling your veins. How could he. What the fuck.

You shortly smiled at your sister, turning your head back on the field, glaring at the back that read Bellingham. The game continued the rage and jealousy in you just getting more and more. Why were you jealous you had no reason to. You absolutely hated that boy. That boy with his beautiful curly hair and dark brown eyes, his full and soft lips and his perfect body. The way he would smile making your head dizzy. Okay fuck. Maybe you didn’t hate him as much. But still how could he.

After a while the game was over, Dortmund winning with Judes goal, the players slowly leaving the field. Jude was proud of himself, a smirk lingering on his lips thinking about your raging face when he dedicated his goal. Your sister was still extremely happy about his actions leaving you mildly annoyed. „I am gonna go onto the toilet meet me outside the stadium“ you told her trying to sound nice and not letting your true feelings come to the surface. She nodded so you left, not going to the toilet but trying to find Jude you were mad and you really needed to talk to him. You passed the security holding up the VIP Pass that Jude had given you. You went to the locker room waiting outside for Jude. He was the last one to leave, opening the door of the locker room a training bag in his hand not excepting anyone.

„You fucking asshole“ you charged at him punching him slightly on the chest.

„My sister really Bellingham“ he smirked realising what’s happening.

a cocky smile on his face standing in front of you as he dropped his bag „Oh come on love don’t tell me you’re jealous“ he stepped closer to you not much space anymore between you. He was confident.

„I am not“ sounding more like you were trying to convince yourself. You looked down his gaze on you. He stepped even closer making you back into the wall. His face merely an inch away. His hand finding your chin tilting your head up so you were looking at him. You felt nervous feeling his breath on your lips. His body way to close.

„Oh really that didn’t sound very convincing love“ he whispered the smirk never leaving his face. He made you all flustered heat rising to your cheeks. His dark eyes fixed on yours, slipping to your lips then back to your eyes. You couldn’t hold it anymore the desire for him growing. It has always been there. Okay maybe you liked him more than you expressed but I mean how couldn’t you he was Jude Bellingham and way to charming.

„Jude just kiss me please“ you heard yourself plead quietly. He didn’t waste a second pressing his lips against yours kissing you passionately, making your heart flutter. His hand still rested on your chin, pulling it up so he could kiss you better. He had awaited this moment for so long and now it finally was happening. Your lips fitting perfectly as if they were made for each other. Your hands found his hair pulling him closer, deepening the kiss that you both had been longing for. You pulled back, both catching your breath, eyes still closed, foreheads resting against the other ones.

„I knew you liked me“ he said smiling.

„oh shut up you are still annoying“ you laughed

He stepped back away from you leaning down for his bag. He zipped it open pulling out a yellow jersey with the last name of the beautiful boy standing in front of you on it, handing it to you.

You laughed amused „jealous much?“

His jaw clenched „Put it on, the other shirt is extremely ugly, don’t ever wear that again, I swear to god the whole game i just wanted to rip that stupid jersey of your body and replace it with the right one, mine.“ he said serious

„Says the guy who literally dedicated his goal to my sister, I think we’re even“ you smiled pointing at him.

He rolled his eyes pulling you by your waist close kissing you hard.

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Second Choice

could you write angst to fluff where eddie told his friends he thought Chrissy was super beautiful but a few months later he ends up falling in love with the reader(who is Chrissy's best friend) so they start dating and when he’s telling his friends they start to make jokes about how he couldn’t get the girl he wanted so he settled for her bestie instead and reader overheard and her feelings get hurt?

Requested by anon

Warnings; angst to fluff, soft Eddie.

Like, comments and especially reblogs are very much appreciated 💞. I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

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The Hellfire table was lively at lunch, talk of the next campaign was in full swing but the only person who was unusually quiet was Eddie.

Who was currently staring at the cheerleader table at none other than Chrissy Cunningham.

Garreth notices him staring and rolls his eyes.

"Dude". He nudges Eddie who comes out of his reverie.

"Chrissy is super beautiful don't you think?"

Dustin and Lucas smirk at each other while Mike joins Gareth and shakes his head amused.

"Yeah, yeah, you say that like every week man change the tune". Jeff chuckles and Eddie glares at them then finds his eyes trailing back to the cheerleading table.

Beside Chrissy is her best friend y/n, his heart skips a beat. How had he never noticed her before Jesus H Christ she was beautiful. She catches his eye and smiles at him.

He thinks that even his cynical heart could melt at that smile and suddenly Chrissy is driven out of his mind.

All that fills it now is y/n's beautiful eyes and pretty smile.

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The first time Eddie comes up to her is at her locker, some stare at the two of them and whisper scandalised.

Idiots y/n huffs. She's never had a problem with Eddie or thought him to be a freak like Jason and the others did.

In fact, she thought he was really sexy, she loved how he didn't conform to others' expectations, he was funny and those brown eyes of his? Gorgeous.

She kinda always had a crush on him but he always had eyes for Chrissy. Was he here to ask her about her best friend? Disappointment fills her.

He surprises her.

"Hey, uh I know you're probably going to say no but would you like to go out sometime? Watch a movie? Some shit like that?".

His cheeks are tinged pink and it's so fucking cute because rarely has she ever seen Eddie nervous. In drama, he was always the star of the show.

"I'd love to Eddie". He gapes a little then smiles all dimples.

"Great, so we can go after school? It will be totally metal princess". Her heart flutters at his cute name for her and she watches him walk away with a giddy feeling in her stomach.

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Eddie was very aware of the way that all of Hellfire was staring at him stunned, it was hard to focus on what was bothering them when he was thinking about y/n.

For two months they had dated and Eddie was in love. Crazy right? His cynical heart had melted from the minute he started hanging out with y/n.

Dates involved watching movies at her house or his trailer, she cooked the most incredible meals for her and him always saving some for Uncle Wayne who adored her.

They'd have nights where they would have sex and afterwards he would jam on the guitar until she fell asleep or they would work their way through the Hobbit and Lord of the rings.

He loved it and he loved her. Today he was going to tell the Hellfire boys if they would just stop staring.

"What?". He asks growing annoyed and Dustin gulps a bit but presses on with his question.

"Well, it's weird man, you haven't gushed about Chrissy in months". Really. That's why they were staring?

"Because I'm with someone Henderson, y/n, she's amazing".

Jeff frowns. "Isn't she like Chrissy's best friend?". What are they getting at?

"Yeah, and your point is dude?" He doesn't realise y/n approaching the table with a beaming smile on her face.

Gareth laughs. "Come on man, admit it. You were crushing on Chrissy for months. Oh, she's so beautiful blah blah blah and now you're with her best friend? You couldn't get the girl you actually want so you settled for her best friend?".

Eddie's stomach tightens in anger.

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She walks over to Eddie's lunch table. He was deep in conversation with the rest of Hellfire Club.

They had discussed telling his friends last night and hers. She had already told Chrissy and Robin who were both ecstatic for her and she was heading over to tell Eddie about that.

She stops when she hears his friend Gareth laughing.

Come on man, admit it. You were crushing on Chrissy for months. Oh, she's so beautiful blah blah blah and now you're with her best friend? You couldn't get the girl you actually want so you settled for her best friend?".

Dustin doesn't look impressed.

"Dude are you dating Y/n to get closer to Chrissy because that's not cool".

"Can't get the girl of your dreams so you date her bestie? Good one dude". Jeff sniggers.

Eddie really did like Chrissy? He thought Chrissy was super beautiful? Why was be with her then? Is what his friends were saying true?

Her heart shatters and she feels very hurt and seriously pissed off.

"Is that true Ed's? That's the only reason that you're dating me? As a second choice?". Eddie's head snaps up at hearing her voice, his eyes widen and he stands up.

"No, no the guys don't know shit. Jesus H Christ, I'm besotted with you princess". She sniffs wiping the tears away.

"But you did have a crush on Chrissy before?". He nodded and she shakes her head.

"So I am the second choice then?". He gapes but she rushes away before he can say anything or she hears him chew out his friends.

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"You morons". He yells at his friends who look guilty as hell.

"Eddie we...". Jeff begins to apologise.

"Shut up dude seriously. I gotta go find my girl and convince her that she's the only girl for me. I love y/n. Have been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on her. I'm over Chrissy completely. Y/n is the one for me".

With that, he storms off and goes to find y/n, luckily she hasn't gone far. She's in their spot deep the woods.

She's crying, his heart aches at the sound and he approaches her, kneels and takes her hands in his.

"Go away Eddie". He shakes his head and gently wipes her tears away.

"Sorry, princess. No can do. Gotta explain to my sweetheart that she's the only girl for me, the most beautiful, girl in the world and Yeah, I had a crush on Chrissy but I'm 100% over her. Have been since the minute I laid eyes on you".

Her crying stops and she peers up at him.

"You mean it?". He nods and kisses her forehead.

"I'm in love with you and only you. You're the only girl for me". She cups his cheek and he cuddles her close to him.

Her tense body relaxes and she sighs.

"I love you too Eds and hey I told Chrissy and Robin about us, they were really happy". He grins and strokes her hair.

"That's great princess. Now how about I introduce you properly to those dumbass friends of mine". He pulls her up and they walk hand in hand back to the school.

The boys apologise the minute y/n sits down which she accepts but doesn't want to hash it out, she would rather move past it and form good connections with them.

"Hey, why don't you guys tell me about the totally metal campaign Eddie is doing? I've helped him with bits and pieces of it. What do you all think?".

Settling on Eddie's knee she listens intently as the chatter grows animated and she's invited to her first ever Hellfire club.

For a second she's drawn to the way Eddie is gazing at her. Full of love and utter devotion.

She's his queen after all.

❤

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